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SSw I j 111 ■ 1 RD [i ItyE.Phillips Oppenheinv ag**i l Copyright bp ward," the detective answered, “She had nothing to say!" “Nothing whatever, »» "Indirectly, of course,” Francis continued, “the poor girl was the cause of his death. If she had not insisted upon his going out for a taxicab, the nfan who was loitering about would probably have never got hold of him.” The detective glanced up furtlve ly at the speaker. He seemed to reflect for a moment, “I gathered,” he said, "In con versation with the commissionaire, that Miss Hyslop was a little im patient that night. It seems, how ever, that she was anxious to get to a ball which; was being given down in Kensington, *» “There was a ball, was there!” Francis asked, “Without a doubt,’’ the detective replied. "It was given by a Miss Clara Bultiwell. She happens to remember urging Miss Hyslop to come on as early as possible, *» They were walking along the Mall now, eastward. The detective, who seemed to have been just a saunter er, had accommodated himself to Francis’ destination. “Let me see, there was nothing stolen from the young man’s per son, was there?” Francis asked presently. "Apparently nothing at all, sir.” “And I gather that you have made every possible inquiry as to the young man’s relations with bis friends? »» “So far as one can learn, Sir, they seem to have been perfectly ami able. “Of course,” Francis remarked presently, ‘this may have been I quite a purposeless affair. The deed I may have been committed by a a man who was practically a lunatic, with out any motive or reason, what ever. “Precisely so, sir,” the detective agreed. “But, all the same, I don’t think ; it was.” "Neither do % sir.” Francis smiled slightly. “Shopland,” he said, “if there is j no collected, further I external evidence that to be j suggest there is only one person likely to prove of assistance.” “And that one person, sir? 14 I “Miss Daisy Hyslop. »» "The young lady whom I have already seen?” Francis nodded, "The young lady whom you have already seen,” he assented. “At the same time, Mr. Shopland, we i must remember this. If Miss Hy slop has any knowledge of the facts which are behind Mr. Bidlake’s murder, it is more likely to be to her interest to keep them to herself, than to give them away to the po ii ce free gratis and for nothing. Do you follow me?" “Precisely, sir. “That being so,” Francis con tinued, “I am going to make a proposition to you for gftpg mbit ft is worth. Where were you when I met you this morning, Shopland?” “To call upon you in Clarges street, sir. “What for?” “I was going to _ask you if you would be so kind as to caH upon Miss Daisy Hyslop, sir.” Francis smiled. “Great minds.” he murmured. “I will see the young lady this after noon, Shopland. The detective raised his hat. They had reached the spot where his companion turned off by the Horse Guards Parade, “I may hope to hear from you, then, sir?” “Within the course of a day or two, perhaps earlier,” Francis promised. CHAPTER VI A RMED with a powerful letter of Introduction, Francis called on Miss Daisy Hyslop, who received him that afternoon in the sitting room of her little suite at the Mi lan. Her welcoming smile was plaintive and a little subdued, her manner undeniably gracious. She was dressed in black, a wonderful background for her really gorgeous hair, and her deportment Indicated a recent loss. She avoided his direct questioning for a time, but his check book finally loosened her tongue, "I am afraid you will think that what I have to tell Is very .Insig nificant,’’ she confessed, «< Victor was one of those boys who always fancied themselves bored. He was bored with polo, bored with motor ing, bored with the country and bored with town. Then quite sud denly during the last few weeks he seemed changed. All that he would tell me was that he had found a new Interest In life. I don’t know what It was, but I don’t think It was a nice ore. He seemed to drop all his old friends, too. and go about with a new set altogether— not a nice set at all. He used to stay out all night, and he quite gave up going to dances and places where he could take me. Once or twice he came here in the after noon, dead beat, without having been to bed at all, nnd before he could say half a dozen words he was asleep in my esisy-chair. He used to mutter such horrible things that T had to wake him lip. »* Was he ever short of money?” Francis asked. She shook her head. "Not seriously," she answered. “He was quite well-off, besides what his people allowed him. I was going to have a wonderful set tlement at soon as onr engagement was announced. However, to go on with what J wag tailing you. the "Nothing ioT tne present," was the brief .reply. “If we were to tell onr story, we should only be laughed at, What there Is to be done falls to my lot” “Had the police anything to say about It?” Wilmore asked. Only a few words,” Francis re plied. “Shopland has It in hand, A good man but unimaginative. I’ve come across him in one or two cases lately. You’ll And a little bit like this In the papers tomorrow: “The murder Is believed to have been commltted by one of the gang of desperadoes who have infested the west-end during the last few months.’ You remember the assault at Albany court yard, and t i t-sand bagging in Shepherd market only last week?” “That seents to let Sir Timothy out,” Wilmore remarked. “There are many motives for crime besides robbery,” Francis de dared. “Don’t be afraid, Andrew, that I am going to turn amateur detective and make the unravel ment of this case all the more dif flcult for Scotland Yard. If I In terfere, it will'be on a certainty, Andrew, don’t think I’m mad, but I’ve taken up the challenge our great philanthropist flung at me to night. I’ve very little interest In who killed this boy, Victor Bidlake, or why, but I’m convinced of one thing—Brast knew about it, and If he Is posing as a patron of crime on a great scale, sooner or later I shall get him. He may think him self safe, and he may have the courage of Beelzebub—he seems rather that type—but If my pre sentiment about him comes true, his number’s up. I can almost dl vine the meaning of his breaking in upon our conversation tonight. He needs an enemy—he IS thirsting for danger. He has found It!” Wilmore filled his pipe thought fully. At the first whiff of tobacco he began to feel more normal. a After all, Francis,” he said, aren’t we a little overstrung to Bight!”- Sir Timothy Brast is no atb venturer. He is a prince in the city, a persona grata wherever he chooses to go. He isn’t a hanger-on In society. He isn’t even depend-1 ent upon Bohemia for his enter tainment. You can’t seriously' imagine that a man with his posses-1 slons Is likely to risk his life and liberty in becoming the inspiration of a band of cutthroats?” Francis smiled. He, too, had lit his pipe and had thrown himself into bis favorite chair. He smiled confidently across at his friend. “A millionaire with brains,” he argued, “is just the one person In i the world likely to weary of all ordinary forms of diversion. I be-j gin to remember things about him already. Haverv’t-you heard about his wonderful parties down at thfe Walled House?” j Wilmore struck the table by his side with his clenched fist. ! «• By George, .that’s It 1” he ex claimed. ‘‘VVho hasn’t?” i “I remember Baker talking about! one last year,” Francis continued, never any details, but all kinds of mysterious hints—a sort of mix ture between a Roman orgy and a chapter singers from from the Petrograd, ‘Arabian Nights'— dancers | from Africa and fighting men from Chicago.” << The fellow s magnificent, at any rate,’ Wilmore remarked. His host smoked furiously for a it That the worst of these multi millionaires,” he declared. They think , they can rule the world, traf fic In human souls, buy morals, mock at the law. We shall see!” “Do you know the thing that I found most interesting about him?" Wilmore asked. “His black opals,” the other sug gested. “You’re by the way of be ing a collector, aren’t you? Wilmore shook his head. “The fact that he is the father of Oliver Hilditch’s widow.” Francis sat quite still for a mo ment. There was a complete change in his expression. He looked like a man who has received a shock. “I forgot that,” he muttered. ♦ * * * _ Francis met . Shopland . . one morn ing about a week later, on Jiis way from Clarges street to his cham bers in the Temple. The detective raised Ills hat and would have j passed on, but Francis accosted I him. ■ Any progress, Mr. Shopland? he Inquired. The detective fingered his small, sandy mustache. He was an in significant-looking little man, under sized, with thin frame and watery eyes. His mouth, however, was hard, and there were tell-tale little lines at Its corners. “None whatever, I am sorry to say, Mr. Ledsam," he admitted. “At present we are quite in the dark.” »» You found the weapon, I hear?” Shopland nodded. “It was just an ordinary service revolver, dating from the time of the war, exactly like a hundred thousand others. The inquiries we , were able to make from it came to nothing.” “Where was It picked up?’’ “In the middle of the waste plot of ground next to Soto’s. The mur derer evidently threw it there the moment lie had discharged It. Ho must have been wearing rubber soled shoes, for not a soul heard hitn go.” Francis nodded thoughtfully. "I wonder,” he said, after a slight pause, whether It ever occurred to you to Interview Miss Daisy Hy slop, the young lady who was with Bidlake on the night of his mur der?” the after _ “I caJlf d upon her day wry Vefote-r-lfbappened—he came in to see me, looking like nothing on earth. Re cried like a baby, behaved like a lunatic, and called himself all manner of names. He had had a great deal too ranch to drink, and I gathered that he had seen something horrible It was then he asked me to dine with him the next night, and told me that he was going to break alto gether with hts new friends. Some thing in connection with them seemed to have given him a terri ble fright.” Francis nodded. He had the tact to abandon his curiosity at this precise point. “The old story,” he declared, "bad company and rotten habits. I sup pose some one got to carried know that the young man usually a great deal of money about with him." “It was so foolish of him,” she assented eagerly. "I warned him about it so often. The police won’t listen to it, but I’m absolute ly certain that be was robbed. I noticed when he paid the bill that he had a great wad of bank-notes which were never discovered after ward.” And with that information Fran cis had to be satisfied when he took his leave. CHAPTER VII 4 I T WAS after leaving Miss Daisy Hyslop’g flat that the event to which Francis Ledsam had been looking forward more than any thing else in the world, happened. It.came about entirely by chance. There were no taxis in the Strand. Francis himself had finished work for the day, and feeling disin clined for his usual rubber of bridge, he strolled homeward along the Mall. At the corner of Green park he came face to face with the woman who for the last few months had scarcely been out of his thoughts. Even in that first mo ment he realized to his pain that she would have avoided him if she coulfl. They met, however, where the path narrowed, and he left her no chance to avoid him. That cu rious impulse of conventionality which opens a conversation always with cut and dried banalities, saved them perhaps from a certain amount of embarrassment. With out any conscious suggestion, they found themselves walking side by side.” «« I have been wanting to see you very much Indeed,” he said. “I even went so far as to wonder whether I dared call. rt Why should you?” she asked. ■ Our acquaintance began and end ed in tragedy. There is scarcely any purpose in carrying it further.” He looked at her for a moment before replying: She was wearing black, but scarcely the black of a woman who _She sorrows. was ____ still frigidly beautiful, redolent, in all the details of her toilette, of that almost negative perfection which he had learned to expect from her. She suggested to him still that same sense of aloofness from the actualities of life. “I prefer not to believe that it Is ended.” he protested. “Have you so many friends that yon have no room for one who has never con sciously looked‘ done you any harm?” She at him with some faint curiosity in her mobile fea tures. Harm? No! On the contrary, I suppose I ought to thank you for your evidence at the Inquest.” Some part of it was the truth," he replied. “I suppose so,” she admitted dry ly. “You told it very cleverly.” He looked her in the eyes. “My profession helped me to be a good witness,” he said. “As for the gist of my evidence, that was between my conscience and my self.” "Your conscience?” she repeat ed. “Are there really men who pos sess such things? ii “I hope you will discover that for yourself some day, i» he an swered. “Tell me your plans. Where are you living? U a For the present with my father In Curzon street. ii “With Sir Timothy Brast?” She assented. “You know him?" she asked In differently. “Very slightly,” Francis replied. “We talked together, some nights ago, at Soto’s restaurant. I am afraid that I did not make a very favorable Impression upon him. I gathered, too, that he has somewhat eccentric tastes.” “I do not see a great deal of my father," she said. “We met, a few months ago, for the first time since my marriage, and things have been a little difficult between us— just at first. He really scarcely ever put's in an appearance at Cur zon street. I dare say you have heard that he makes a hobby of an amazing country house which he has down the river. I "The Walled House?" he ven tured. She nodded. I see you hnve heard of It. All London, they tell me. gossips about the entertainments there.” “Are they really so wonderful?” he asked. "I have never been to one,” she replied. “As a matter of fact, I have spent scarcely any time In England since my marriage. M.v husband was fond of traveling.” M Notwithstanding the warm spring air he was conscious of a certain chilliness. Her level, In different tone seemed to him almost abnormally callous. A horrible realization flashed for a moment In his brain. She was speaking of the man whom she had killed! “Your father overheard a re mark of mine,” Francis told her. I wns at Soto’s with a friend— Andrew Wilmore. the novelist— and to tell you the truth we were speaking of thejjhock I experienced when I realized rhat 1 had been de voting every effort of which I was capable to saving the life of—shall we say a crlmlnnl? Your father heard me say. In rather a flamboy ant manner, perhaps, that in future I declared war against all crime and all criminals.” She smiled very faintly, a smile which had In It no single element of Joy or humor. “I can quite understand my fa ther Intervening," she aald. “He poses as being rather a patron of artistic*!]v perpetrated crime. Sue (To be continued) DAILY NEWS SOCIAL EVENTS 1 (Continued from Page 6.) church had an interesting meeting with Mrs. 0. R. Simonton Monday afternoon at 3:30 o'clock at her home on North Fourteenth street. The members of the circle said the Lord’s prayer in unison, after which Miss Maybelle Littleton led the study on the book of Luke. A social time followed the study hour. The long living room was dec orated in beautiful crysanthemums and other fall flowers. Mrs. Simonton waf assisted by Mrs. W. H. Butler, Mrs. T. 0. Ruff, and Miss Mildred Simon ton in serving a delicious salad course with tea. The members of the circle pres ent were Mrs. W. H. Butler, Mrs. Ben Connor, Miss Maybelle Lit tleton, Mrs. D. S. Johnson, Mrs. J. T. Waldrup, Mrs. J. J. Vaughn, Mrs. Eli B. Jones. Mrs. A. 0. Stanford, Mrs. T. 0. Ruff, Mrs. Zed Patterson, Mrs. T. A. Redd, Mrs. W. M. Mullins, Mrs. H. H. Jones, Sr., Mrs. Oscar R. Simonton and Miss Mildred Si monton. Our Daily Story | She Expected a Proposal By H. IRVING KING Said Mr. Powers to Mrs. Powers: •‘What’s the matter with Gladys! I thought everything was going on smoothly between Clive Marsden and her—what’s the trouble now!" “Oh ” sighed Mrs. Powers, “ons of Gladys’ freaks. Perhaps. If wa named her Sarah Jane—after my mother, as I wanted to do, Instead of Gladys, she would not have had these romantic spasms" “Perhaps not,” returned Mr. Pow ers, “though a Sarah Jane can be as romantic as a Gladys if she makes up her mind to It. But you haven’t answered my question— what’s the row?" "The row, as you so crossly put It," replied Mrs. Powers, "is that Gladys has met an English baronet and has become obsessed with the idea of being called Lady Benton .Sykes. Clive and his flourishing wall-paper business seems alto gether too prosaic for her. ii “Ah,” said Mr. powers, "so our girl is building castles In Spain?" “No, was th reply, “not build ing castles in Spam, but contem plating expending some of your hard-earned money in patching up a castle in England.” From the time they were chil dren, living in adjoining houses, it had always been understood be tween the Powers and the Mars den families that, when they ar rived at a proper age, Olive and Gladys should hecome Gladys man had and al wife. Clive and ways so understood It since they could remember. Gladys was only twenty, yon know—and Sir Benton was a most presentable young man. He had come to New York with letters of Introduction to the very best peo ple and was a quiet, unassuming youth his of good character. Clive, after row with Gladys, had gone off on a fishing expedition, telling her that, by the time he got back, she would probably have re gained her senses. That made Gladys a trifle “mad," as can be Imagined. She would become Lady Benton Sykes now Just for spite, if nothing else. Not that Sir Ben ton had formally asked her to ac cept that position, but he had looked It and, as she thought, In timated his intentions pretty clear ly. Several times he had said: “Miss Powers, I have something serious which I want to speak to you about,” nnd then, blushing and hesitating, had faltered: “Well, an other time.” Oh, Gladys was sure she had only to “Yes.” _ say The violent and unreasonable manner in which Clive had acted when she had told him of her de to become Lady Sjykes had angered Gladys—but yet she shed many tears in secret whdn she thought of the impetuous young man who was now catching fish in the Block island waters. If lie had really cared for her he would have begged her to reconsider her de eision. But he didn’t. The bhute! An<1 then she cried some more, Mrs. Powers talked with her daughter, trying to bring her to reason. But she was only half hearted and left the interview with a secret feeling* that It would not be so bad, after all, to be the mother-in-law of a real, live baro net. Mr. Powers sputtered and called his dear child many sorts of an idiot. But, as usual in that household, Simeon only acted In an advisory capacity. Gladys and her mother formed the executive com mittee. Gladys received a letter from Clive which was written as if there had never been any misunder standing between them. He told her how much he was enjoying himself. Still she told herself that she was going to accept the hand of Sir Benton Sykes—whenever he got ready to offer it. And this, she thought, would be very soon. Two days before the date fixed for the return of Clive to New York, Sir Benton called upon Gladys and when they were alone began a lit tle speech which he had evidently prepared carefully In advance. “Miss Powers,” said he, “there is a matter concerning which I have been wanting to speak to you for some time.” Gladys—now that the critical mo ment had come—suddenly suffered a revulsion of sentiment. She had been expecting a proposal from Sir Benton and had made up her mind to accept it. But now she made an about-face. “Sir Benton,” said she, “I am afraid that what you are about to ask will be impossible for me to grnnt. I shall always thlrik of you as a valued friend anil hope that you will so regard me.” “I am very much disappointed,” replied Sir Benton, "for what I was going to ask you would have meant a great deal to me. My references are of the best. I came to America looking for an occupation. And I had hoped that you would help me to get the position of European agent for the wall-paper house con ducted by Mr. Marsden.” Gladys bit her lips. She was almost tempt ed to throw the paper weight on the table before her at this In genuous young man’s head. But she replied cnlnily: “My dear Sir Renton, I will be only too glad to convey to Mr. Marsden your re quest for employment. I am quite confident that ns a wall-paper drummer you would be a success.” The baronet expressed his thanks and withdrew. Clive came home and Gladys told him the whole story. Sir Benton Is now the European agent of Marsden A Oo., and la making good, and Clive and Gladys have been married a year (Copyright.) M’ADOO ASKS KANSAS TO STICK BY TICKET Newton, Kan., Oct. 29.—In an address delivered from the rear platform of his train here yester day, William G. McAdoo urged support of the Davis-Bryan ticket. WITH WOMEN OF TODAY Clad in knickers and boots and going about her work with the same enthusiasm of a boy, Miss Florence Slade, of Columbus, Ga., is the first woman in the history of the institution to register for a coure in forestry at the Universi ty of Georgia, Miss Slade is a pretty blonde and other than be ing a good forestry student, is so cially popular in Athens. She is small, Ij^wrifihg wavy hair, and is said to be charmingly well poised. Mrs. Stephen B. Elkins is the daughter, wife and mother of a United States senator. Her father wa* the late Henry Gassaway Davis, her husband the late Sena tor Elkins, and her son, Henry Davi#Elkins, is the present United States senator from West ViVr ginia. Hans Natonek, German essayist and critic, predicts that January 1 will mark the end of the bobbed hair craze and that thousands of women will be flocking to wig makers to cover up the boyish haircuts. Ethel Barrymore, famous ac tress, is making political speeches for the Republican candidate for president. Her speeches are being broadcast over the radio. China’s first newspaper for women is edited by a young girl, Chin Ching Yang. s ; BOYHOOD SHRINES You remember where we fished? Where the slender willows swish ed, Under the uncertain sway Of your line that led away, Yesterday I sat and wished Time might bring us back the day. You remember how the stream— Silver thread of boyhood dream— Stole away and through the woods, To the silent neighborhood; Even now the mem’ries seem Just as happy and as good. You recall the summer flowers— Idle day ’neath blossomed bowers ? How with hook and line you sought. ** Oldest settlers” still uncaiight? How the blessed lagging hours The noble art of patience taught. i You recall and cherish yet Days true man cannot forget? Days you trailed an aimless star Through the woods and wander ed far— Days spent with the Infinite That^jielped you be the man you are. 9 John D. Wells. . m\ 'U t The trying to bea i the pepper. mm G. C. Bell made a to Griffin Monday. v: Mr. and Mrs. J. E. j. 74 visitors to Jackson last W< day. Mrs. C. F. Weldon spent Tuesday afternoon with Mrs. Bell. The friends of little Caldwell are glad to know I he ia much better after a we illness. 1 Mr. and Mrs. R. L. companied Mr. and Mrs. C. C. of Rover, to Macon to the fab Thursday. * xl Johnny Norris, of Chappel, was a visitor to Patillo Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. N. A. Crumbley, of Atlanta, are spending a few days with relatives here. J. G. Caldwell and W. R. mm-. made a business trip to L Grove Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. G. W. P« spent Monday afternoon with tives here. Garvin Ervin left Sunday to ac- ■ ■ cept his position in Griffin. His family expect to join him later. Mr and Mrs. J. W. Goen *+ . Tuesday in Griffin shopping. ©jjggt A marriage of much inter*** here was that of B. L. Kinard to Mrs. H. G. Thornton, of Pomona, We are very sorry to give up Mm Thornton as our teacher, but wish for them a long and happy life. HURT ON SHENANDOAH / .................................................... Brent News ■ > v---* — Mr, and Mrs. R» C. Owen have returned from Macon where they won second prize for Monroe coun ty at the Georgia State Exposi tion. Mrs. T. G. Scott and Miss Zan nie English spent Friday in Grif fin, the guests of Dr and Mrs, F. S. Wilson. Mrs. H. D. Coppedge and Miss Lucills Coppedge spent the week end in Griffin, the guests of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Hartshorn. Those attending the Macon fair were T, G. Scott and sons, Mr. and Mrs. C. B. Owen, Mr. and Mrs. H. H. Horn, Mr. and Mrs. H. D. Coppedge, L. D. Owen, Mr. and Mrs. Howard Smith. Mrs. H. H. Horn and little daughter, Helen, left Saturday for Sylvania, where Mrs. Horn is a member of the school faculty. Mr. and Mrs. Oscar Barney have gone to Philadelphia to make their home. C. B. Haygood and Charley Du mas spent the week-end in Atlan ta, the guests of friends. Mr. and Mrs. J. 0. Dye, Mrs. Frank Thurman and Miss Jewel Spear spent Wednesday in Macon. Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Thursday in Macon. Miss Jewel Spear has gone to Macon to accept a position in the Methodist Orphans Home. Mrs. Fleming Vane and grand son, Flem Brook, of Jackson, have moved to Brent to make their home with her daughter, Mrs. Howard Smith. Mrs. Walter Floyd spent Sat urday in Griffin the guest of her daughters, Mrs. Farris Wilson. H. D. Coppedge spent Friday in Macon on business. Mays Owen spent Saturday in Macon. Duncan English spent Saturday in Atlanta on business. Mrs. M. C. McGinty spent Sat urday in Macon the guest of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Clem ents. Mrs. C. B. Owen is the guest of her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jim Horn, near Culloden. G. R. Collins, of Culloden, was in Brent Friday. C. B. Owen has gone to At lanta, where he will take treat ment at a government hospital. J. 0. Dye spent-Monday in Ma con on business. , The Community Club will meet Thursday afternoon at 3 o’clock with Mrs. Monroe Zellner. Miss Charley Bird Dumas has returned home after several days* visit to her sister, Mrs. New some, near Rhema. The many friends of Mrs. Char ley Howard will be glad' to know that she is much improved. ■ West Lamar News We are sorry to say that Ed ward Lynch, who has been sick for some time, is unimproved. Mr. and Mrs. W. T. Smith had as their guests Sunday Mr. and Mrs. H. K. Caldwell and family, of Esmond, and Mr. and Mrs. Emery Cauthen and family, of Griffin. Mr. and Mrs. George Russell announce the birth of a fine boy, October 22, named John Marshall. J. A. Patterson went to Griffin Monday. Mrs. Iler, who was hurt in a fall, is improving. Mrs. Zella Weldon and Willie B Weldon visited Mr. and Mrs. Mil lard Payne at Rehoboth recently. Mrs. Ross, who has been sick with pneumonia, is improving. HONEST MAN FOUND Sunbury, Oct. 29. — Diogenes found an honest man here today when E. C. A. George, Landis burg, admitted his guilt in an automobile accident. “It’s all my own fault,” he said. “I want to live this life right.” He agreed to pay $200 damages.' i Dust from a blast furnace at an automobile manufacturing plant haa been found to contain 50 per cent iron ore, which ia being reclaimed. ,1-^ Atlantic City, Oct, 29.—Charle* H. Broome, of this city, aviation machinists mate aboard tho U. S. S. Shenandoah, is in the Lakemont hospital, suffei^gfc from a fractured wrist susj ied white endeavoring to start a motor in • the rear gondola as the ship cast off from a mast Saturday at Fort Worth on the final hop for home. The several thousand soldiers comprising the army of Fay Yu Hsiang, Chinese'* general, were 5p baptised in a group. 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Why not make it a practice to bring your'car to us periodically and let us keep your brakes and the car in good condition for you? Our prices are very reasonable and not costly in comparison to your life. Why not give us a fair trial? Stallings’ Garage N. 8th St. Griffin, Gt. TRY NEWS WANT ADS. - rm