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Tuesday, November 4; f9f4.
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many year* the Wynton ramily,
and afterwards - to the Crown”’
"I remember reading of your pur
chase,” Francis said, “and, of
courge, I remember the old man
sion. You seem to have wiped it
out pretty effectually.”
“I was obliged to play the van
dal,” his host confessed. "In its
previous state, the house was pic
turesque, but uninhabitable. As
you see It now, it is an exact re
production of the country home of
one of the lesser known of the Bor
gias—-Sodina, I believe the lady’s
name was. You will find inside
some beautiful arches, and a sense
of space which all modern houses
lack. It cost me a great deal of
money, and It is inhabited, when I
am in Europe, about once a fort
night. You know the river name
for It? ‘Timothy’s Folly!’”
(t But what on earth made you
build it, so long as you don’t care
to live there?” Francis inquired.
Sir Timothy smiled reflectively.
Well,” he explained, I like
sometimes to entertain, and I like
to entertain when I do, on a grand
scale. In London, if I give a party,
the Invitations are almost auto
matic. I become there a very in
significant link in the chain of what
is known as Society, and Society
practically helps itself to my en
tertainment, and sees that every
thing is done according to rule.
Down here things are entirely dif
ferent. An invitation to the Walled
House is a personal matter. So
ciety has nothing whatever to do
with any functions here. The re
ception rooms, too, are arranged ac
cording to my own ideas. I have,
as yon may have heard, the finest
private gymnasium in England. *The
ballroom and music room and pri
vate theater, too, are famous,”
“And do you mean to say that
yon keep this huge place empty?”
Francis asked curiously.
“I have a suite there which I oc
casionally occupy,” Sir Timothy re
plied, “and there are always thirty
or forty servants-and attendants of
different sorts who have their quar
ters there. I suppose that my
daughter and I would be there at
the present moment but for the
fact that we own this cottage. Both
she and I, for residential purposes,
prefer the atmosphere there.” -
“I scarcely wonder at it,” Fran
f ks agreed. i
They were surrounded now by
various quadrupeds. As well as
tlw'horses, half a dozen of which
were standing patiently by Sir
Timothy’s side, several dogs had
made their appearance and after a
little preliminary enthusiasm had
settled down at his feet. He leaned
over and whispered something in
the ear of the mare, who had come
first. She trotted off, and the
others followed suit in a curious
Utile procession. Sir Timothy
watched them, keeping his head
turned away from Francis.
“You recognize the mare the
third from the end?" he pointed
out. “That is the animal I bought
in Covent Garden. You see how
she has filled out?"
“I should never have recognized
her,” the other confessed.
“Even Nero had his weakness,”
Sir Timothy remarked, waving the
dogs away. “My animals’ quarters
are well worth a visit, if you have
time. There is a small hospital,
too, which Is quite up to date.”
“Do any of the horses work at
all?” Francis asked.
Sir Timothy smiled.
”1 will tell you a very human
thing about my favorites,” he
v said. “In the gardens on the
Other side of the house we have
very extensive lawns, and my head
groom thought he would make use
of one of my horses which had re
covered from a serious accident
and was really quite a strong
beast, for one of the machines. He
found the idea quite a success, and
now he no sooner appears in the
park with a halter than, instead of
stampeding, practically every one
of those horses comes cantering up
with the true volunteering spirit.
Throne which he selects arches his
neck and goes off to work with a
whole string of the others follow
ing. Dodslqy—that is my groom’s
name—tells me that he does a great
deal more mowing now than he
need, simply because they worry
him for work. Gratitude, yon see,
Mr. Ledsam, sheer gratitude. If
you houses were for to your provide poor a dependents, dozen alms- I j
wonder how many of them would
he anxious to mow your lawn.
Come^ . , .
let tne show you your room
no "' ”
-
They passed back through the
postern-gate Into the gardens of the
Sanctuary. Sir Timothy led the
w »y toward the house.
“I am glad that you decided to
* P f n<1 ,! 1 ' e nl * ht - Mr. Ledsum,” he
said. “The river sounds a terribly
hackneyed place to the Londoner,
but it has beauties which only
those who live with It can discover.
Mind your head. My ceilings are
low -
Francis followed hls host along
many passages, up and down stairs,
until he reached a little suite of
rooms at the extreme end of the
building. The man-servant who un
packed hls bag stood waiting. Sir
Timothy glanced around critically.
“Small but compact,” he re
marked. “There is a little sitting
room down that stair, and a bath
room beyond. If the flowers annoy
you, throw them out of the window,
And if you prefer to bathe in th»
river tomorrow morning, Brooks
here will show you the diving pool.
I am wearing a short coat myself
tonight, but do as iqu please. We
/
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Sir Timothy disappeared l , with , . a
courteous little inclination of the
head. Francis dismissed the man
servant keeping at once as being out of
with his quaint and fasci
nating surroundings. The tiny room
with its flowers, its perfutne of lav
ender, its old-fasliioned chintzes,
and its fragrant linen, might still
have been a room in a cottage. The
sitting room, with its veranda look
ing down upon the river, was pro
vided with cigars, whisky and soda
and cigarettes; a bookcase, with a
Surtees, rare copy of Rabelais, an original
a large paper Decameron,
and a few other classics. Down an
other couple of steps was a perfect
ly whits bathroom, with shower and
plunge. Francis wandered from
room to room, and finally threw
himself into a Chair on the veranda
to smoke a cigarette. From the
river below him came now and then
the sound of voices. Through ,the
trees on his right he could catch a
glimpse, here and there, of the
strange pfllars and green-domed
roof of the Borghese villa,
CHAPTER XI
T sat HE over little their party coffee at the and Sanctuary liqueurs
long after the fall of the first twi
light,. till the points of their ciga
rettes glowed like little specks of
fire through the enveloping dark
ness. *—
At last Lady Cynthia rose to her
feet and shook out the folds of her
diaphanous gown, drring alike In its
shapelessness and scantiness. She
lit a cigarette and laid her hand
upon Sir Timothy’s arm.
“Come,” she said, “must I remind
you of your promise? You are to
show me the stables at the Walled 1
House before it is dark.”
“You would see them better in
the morning,” he reminded her, ris
ing with some reluctance tq his
feet.
“Perhaps,” she answered, “but I
have a fancy to see them now.
Sir Timothy looked back at the
table.
tv Margaret,” he said, “will you
look after Mr. Ledsnm for a little
time? You -will excuse us, Ledsam?
We shall not be gone long.”
They moved away together to
wards the shrubbery and the door
in the wall behind. Francis resumed
his seat.
“Are you not also curious to pene
trate the mysteries behind the wall,
Mr. Ledsam?” Margaret asked.
“Not so curious.but that I would
much prefer to remain here,” he
answered.
“With me?”
“With you.”
She knocked the ash from her
cigarette. She was looking directly
at him, and he fancied that there
was a gleqm of curiosity in her
beautiful eyes. There was certain
ly a little more abandon about her
attitude. She was leaning back in
a corner of her high-backed chair,
and her gown, although it lacked
the daring of Lady Cynthia’s,
seemed to rest about her like a
cloud of blue-gray smoke.
“What a curious meal!” she mur
mured. "Can you solve a puzzle for
me, Mr. Ledsam?”
4< I would do anything for yon that
I could,” he answered.
“Tell me, then, why my father
asked you here tonight? I can un
derstand his bringing you ta the
opera, that was just a whim *f the
moment, but an Invitation down
here aavora of deliberation, fttudl
ously potite though you are ta one
another, one Is conscious alt the
time of the hostility beneath'* the
surface. *»
I I think that so far as your father
la concerned, it Is part of hla pa
cnliar disposition,” Francis replied.
“You remember he once said that
he was tired of entertaining his
friends—that there was more pleas
ure in having an enemy at the
board.”
‘Are you an enemy, Mr. Led
sam ?" she asked, curiously.
He rose a little abruptly to his
feet, ignoring her question. There
were servants hovering in the back
ground.
u Will yon walk with me In the
gardens?” he begged. “Or may I
take 'you upon the river?”
She rose td her feet. For a mo
nient she seemed to hesitate,
“The river, I think,” she de
elded. “Will you watt for three
minutes while I get a wrap. You
will find some punts moored to the
landing-stage there In the stream. I
like the very largest and most com
fortable.”
Francis strolled to the edge of the
stream, and made his choice of
punts. Soon a servant appeared
with hls arms full of cushions, and
a moment or two later, Margaret
herself, wrapped In an ermine cloak.
She smiled a little deprecatlngly as
she picked her way across the lawn,
“Don’t laugh at me for being such
a chilly mortal, please,” she en
Joined. “And don’t be afraid that I
am going to propose a long expe
dltlon. I want to go to a little
backwater In the next stream. i
She settled herself in the stern
and they glided down the narrow
thoroughfare. The rose bushes
from the garden almost lapped the
water as they passed. Behind, the
long low cottage, the deserted din
ner table, the smooth lawn with its
bed of scarlet geraniums and droop
ing lilac shrubs in the background,
seemed like a scene from fairyland,
to attain a perfection of detail un
real, almost theatrical.
"To the right when yon reach the
river, please,” she directed. “You
will,find there is scarcely any cur
rent We turn up tb« flat stream ”
SR. 8oihetmng~alm6st mys
terious, a little Impressive, about
the broad expanse of river Into
which they presently turned. Oppo
site were woods and then a sloping
lawn. From a house hidden In the
distance they heard the sound of a
woman singing. They even caught
the murmurs of applause as she
concluded. Then there was silence,
only the soft gurgling of the water
cloven by the punt pole. They glided
past the front of the great unlit
house, past another strip of wood
land, and then up a narrow stream.
"To the left here,” she directed,
and then stop.”
They bumped against the bank.
The little backwater Into which
they had turned seemed to termi
nate In a bed of lilies whose faint
fragrance almost enveloped them.
The’frees on either side made a lit
tle arch of darkness.
it Please ship your pole and lis
ten,” Margaret said dreamily. “Make
yourself as comfortable as you can.
There are plenty of cushions behind
you. This is where I come for si
lence.
Francis obeyed her orders with
out remark. For a few moments,
speech seemed impossible. The
darkness was so intense that, al
though he was acutely conscious of
her presence there, only a few feet
away, nothing but the barest out
line of her form was visible. The
silence which she had brought him
to seek was all around them. There
was just the faintest splash of wa
ter from the spot where the stream
and the river met, the distant bark
ing of a dog, the occasional croak
ing of a frog from somewhere in the
midst of the bed of lilies. Otherwise
the silence and darkness were like
a shroud. Francis leaned forward
In Ills place. His hands, which
gripped the sides of the punt, were
hot. The serenity of the night
mocked him.
“So this is your paradise,” he
said, a little hoarsely.
She made no answer. Her silence
seemed to him more thrilling than
words. He leaned forward. His
hands fell upon the soft fur which
encompassed her. They rested
V
II
Her Lips Were a Little Parted, Her
Eyes Looked Out, as It Seemed to
Him, Half in Fear, Half in Hope,
there. Still she did not spenk. He
tightened his grasp, moved further
forward, the assion surging
through falling his veins, \ls w^is breath almost
him. He so near now
that he heard her breathing, saw
her face, pale as ever. Her lips
were a little parted, her eyes looked
out, as it seemed to him, half in
fear, half in hope. He bent lower
still. She neither shrank away nor
Invited him.
ts Dear!” he whispered.
Her arms stole from underneath
the cloak, her fingers rested upon
hls shoulders. He scarcely knew
whether it was a caress or whether
she were holding him from her. In
any case It was too late. With a
little sob of passion his lips were
pressed to hers. Even ag she closed
her eyes, the scent of the lllldb
seemed to intoxicate him.
He was back in his place without
conscious movement. Hla pulses
were quivering, the passion singing
in his blood, the joy of her faint
caress living proudly in his memory.
It had been the moment of his life,
and yet even now he felt sick at
heart with fears, with the torment
of her passiveness. She had lain
there In hls arms, he had felt the
thrill of her body, some quaint in
spiration had told him that she had
sought for Joy in that moment and
had not wholly failed. Yet hls
anxiety was tumultuous, overwhelm
ing. Then she spoke, and his heart
leaped again. Her voice was more
natural. It was not a voice which
he had ever heard before.
11 Give me a cigarette, please—
and I want to go back.
Hfeleaned over her again, struck
a match with trembling fingers and
gave her the cigarette. She smiled
at him very faintly. *
- Please go back now,” she begged.
44 Smoke yourself, take me home
slowly and say nothing.”
He obeyed, but hls knees were
shaking when he stood up. Slowly,
a foot at a time, they passed from
the mesh of the lilies out into the
broad stream, Almost as they dl’d
so, the yellow rim of the moon came
up over the low hills. As they
turned Into their own stream, the
light was strong enough for him to
see her face. She lay there like a
ghost, her eyes half closed, the only
touch of color In the shining
strands of her beautiful hair. She
roused herself a little as they swung
around, He paused, leaning upon
the pole.
“You are not angry V he asked.
No, I am not angry, *• she an
swered. Why should I be? But I
cannot talk to you about It tonight. - "
They gilded to the edge of the
landing-stage. A servant appeared
and secured the punt.
“Is Sir Timothy back yet?” Mar
garet inquired.
“Not yet, madam.”
She turned to Francis. -
"Please go and have a whisky
and soda In the smoking room,” ahe
t**d. pointing to .tke open French
(To be con tinned)
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
Our Daily Story
Criticisms
Made a Hit
By JANE OSBORN
Juana Mapes had been “taken
on" the staff of Smart Modes ns
an “associate editor,” and the im
portant title she bore did a good
deal to make up for the fact that
her salary, to begin with, amounted
to fifteen dollars a week. She had
scrimped and scraped for four
years to get her college degree, and
it did seem a bit of a hardship that
now she should have to take less
for her services than most girls (lid
just after leaving high school. Still,
she was doing the sort of work she
wanted to do, find'she was an “as
sociate editor.
“Of course, you wan't expect to
live on what you make for several
years," said the editor in chief when
she talked the situation over with
Juana, “but what you make may
at least pay yonr lunches and taxi
fares.
“And one of the things that goes
with your Job," continued tlte ed
itor, “is to write the musical re
views. My secretary will give you
the tickets to concerts that come,
and from them and the music mag
azines you can get together your
review. Look up the sort of thing
we in the fliei es— ,»
Bn I’m not musical, said
Juana regretfully, “I don’t know
one note from another. I couldn’t
W mls’le ‘Yankee Doodle.’ I—”
‘‘All the better,” said the editor,
with an air of having dismissed the
matter. ‘Tf you were musical you
might views. try All to write high-brow Is the re
we want smart,
smattery sort of thing. You'll see
in the files—”
“But I never went to a concert
in my life— ,»
“It’s part of your job,” said the
editor. And that was the end of
the discussion.
Juana was bewildered and dis
couraged at the first symphony con
cert she attended. She studied the
program carefully to see whether
It would offer any explanation of
the performance. She turned around
to regard the expressions of the au
dience, Their faces were practi
cally expressionless—they all looked
about as animated as patients wait
ing in a dentist’s office. Perhaps,
thought Junna, this betokened pa-,
tienee, that they were waiting for
something different. to be played that would
be But nothing did hap
pen—nothing that gave Juana In
spiration.
She observed, however, that the
young man beside her occasionally
jotted something down on a small
note-book. He was listening in
tently. Apparently, thought Juana,
he was one who understood. She
wished that she might see what
he wrote down, but that would be
like cheating at examinations.
Two days later Juana went to
another concert, occupying the
same seat in the same auaitorium,
and to her distinct satisfaction
found the same young man sitting
beside her. She felt that if she
could only get acquainted with him
he might be able to help her to un
derstand the music.
In the meantime she wrote her
first review—she told in a light and
readable manner of the musical out
look for the season, which she got
very largely from the announee
inents of the press agents. And
she described, in semi-humorous
manner, the manners of a fashion
able audience at a concert. “First
rate,” praised the editor as she
looked over the copy. “If you knew
too much about music you couldn’t
do that. F»
The third time that Juana sat
beside the music critic from the
Evening Planet she noticed that
he looked at her as if he would like
to have her recognize him. After
all, there was no reason why she
shofildn't. A girl didn’t hesitate to
speak to the man student she sat
next to week after week in col
lege lecture rooms. At the first
Intermission Juana looked at him
and said: “Wonderful, Isn’t It?”
“Yon mean—the music?” queried
the man. “Why, yes. **
That was the introduction. Juana
didn’t tell her neighbor that the
knew who he was, hut she wanted
to let him know that she admired
his work, for she read it consci
entiously every Saturday when It
‘There was a fine review last
Saturday in the Planet,” she said
to her neighbor at the first inter
mission one day not long after
wards. “I read it every week.”
‘‘You do?" queried the man. “I
write that stuff," he added rather
dismally. “But if you want to rend
some really snappy musical criti
cism you ought to read what’s been
appearing in Smart Modes. That’s
the kind of stuff that the people
want—but you can’t write like that
unless yon have been eating and
drinking music all your 'life. It’s
spontaneous. »»
“Well. I write that,” said Juana.
“I don’t think It’s very good,
though.”
Her companion stretched out a
hand by way of congratulation and
Juana shook It In return. On the
strength of their community of in
terest they had tea together after
the concert. Before long they were
well acquainted. Then the young
man—Bob Turner—asked Juana to
marry him.
"But I must confess something."
he said. “I don’t know a blamed
thing about music, really. I’m
about ns musical naturally as an
alligator. But when they took me
on ns dramatic critic of the Planet
the#- said I’d have to he the music
critic, too. That was part of the
job—so—"
“Then I’ll marry you," said
Juana. You see, I really am one
of the most unmusical people in the
world, naturally, We'll he lots
more congenial this way. • >
(Copyright.)
ROYAL WELCOME WAITING
First Student: Are you sure
your folks know that I’m coming
home with you?
Second Student: They ought to:
I argued with them for a whole
hour about ft, ,
Famed Navigator Cave
Name of Mont Royal
In the late summer of 1535.
Jacques Cartier, a hardy, skilled
navigator of St. Mulo, France,
sailed up the St. Lawrence river and
reached the Island standing at the
Junction of the St. Lawrence and
Ottawa rivers. On this Island he *
found a race of Indians in iahabi-j a pall -1
saded town of about 1,500
tants, and living by a rude agricul- i
ture and fishing. This place was
called Hochelaga. On the day foi-1
lowing his arrival at the Island, 1
Cartier, with a few companions and
twenty marines, left his boats and.
conducted by three natives, visited
the town, which stood on rising
ground about half a mile from the
river at about what is now the cen
ter of the city of Montreal. Car
tler saw on all sides large and fairly
well-tilled fields in which were
growing abundant crops of nialze or
Indian corn. The town was forti
fled, and it contained about 50
houses made of wood and bark.
From the town the visitors were
S’mwhmi/r tain w men ruse 15 e to the west th f of TT the
town. “We named that mountain
Mont Royftl,” wrote Cartier, in, his
account of ids travels. “Therefrom
one sees very far.”
The name “Mont Royal” with
slight corruption gives us the name
of today, Montreal. The old name,
Hochelaga, Is preserved In the name
of one of the wards of the city.
Slow Poisons in Tea
When Improperly Made
A slow and deadly poison can re
suit from the Incorrect brewing of
tea, whereas it is a harmless and
pleasant beverage If certain rules
are adhered to, explains a scientist
fn the Baltimore Sun.
Its stimulating effects are due to
the presence in tea leaves of a pow
erful drug called theine. If the pot
Is not allowed to stand too long,
only a small quantity of this sub
stance is dissolved out of the leaves
by the hot water, and the tea re
freshes us without doing any harm.
When the tea pot is allowed to re
main for hours on the stove, an ex
cessive quantity of theine Is ex
tracted from the leaves, together
with a larger amount of another
semi-poisonous substance known as
tannin.
These two together form a real
poison, affecting the nerves, the di
gestion and the general health.
Stewed tea is almost as harmful as
opium or cocaine. The habit of
taking it in this way is soon formed,
and the tea drunkard thinks nothing
of consuming 20 or 30 cups ft day.
Resented Insinuation
Jake Simpson’s middle girl, Elsie,
the one that’s been brought up In
the city, came down to Oak Holler
the other Sunday to look over her
Uncle Eh Simpson's farm and it
seems that Eb got real het up over
her visit and bundled her right off
to town agin.
Eb ain’t talkin’ none, but some
how the story go't out anyhow.
It seems" El) was allowin' Elsie
the farm critters and seeh when
they come to Eli's jailer cat and her
litter of kittens.
"Oh, Uncle Eh, those kittens are
a!! different colors,” said Elsie. Eb
draws himself up as straight as he
can, him havin’ the rheumatism,
and almost chokes on his chaw of
to! merer.
“Well; young lady,” lie says.
Don’t you try to cast no reflections.
I'll say this much, Ma and me’ve
tried to bring our cats up right.”—
Pitt sh urgh Clm in tele-Tel egru pb.
Knew Feminine Weakness
There was a canvasser at the
door trying to sell Mrs. Higgins a
burglar alarm.
“But I don’t need any of vour
burglar alarms.” she told the man,
making as if to shnt the door.
“That’s just what the lady next
door said,” was the reply.
What do you mean?” asked Mrs.
Higgins, now on the alert. She
hated “that woman.”
i. She said that Is was no use my
calling on you,” went on the man,
"for yon wouldu't need any, as yon
had nothing worth stealing.”
Give me three,” Interrupted Mrs.
Higgins, gritting her teeth.
Few Horses in Cities
When the small boy saw a colt,
while on a summer outing, he said
ruefully, “Who pulled tils rockers
It will soon become neces
sary for illustrators to Include the
horse and row in the animal book
which th*- average ehild gets
his knowledge of the world about
him, since'not one youngster in
thousand sees a horse In thewlty.
When m child comes to the word
"carriage" In a story, it must be
explained to him ns chariot and
litter or howdah are explained
since he never sees one. unless It
be in the motion pictures.
Human Instep Tells Story
Mnn only of the larger primates
retained the long primitive In
step bone in spite of ills large body
As the bulk of the
developed science might sup
pose that the instep would shorten.
This human development Is account
ed unusual in view of the develop
ment of apes and similar bipeds,
Is partially explained In that
man used his heel and foot as he
now does, even before Ids body be
gan to assume large proportions,
and this indicates that originally
humans were short of stature, but
accustomed to erect posture.
Traced to the Beginning
Percy—Diti you ever try to trace
back your ancestry?
Adolphus—I did. It was verv
and at last I found my
completely up n tree.
She May, Tfiough
“Does your wife lost her temper?”
isked the friend.
“Very often, hut her voice never,"
Henry Peck.—Cincinnati En
quirer.
)
English farmers have started a
bacon factory.- to
some of the middle
profit*.
Lowry News -\
)
A. B, Goodman spent Friday in
Griffin and was accompanied home
by his grandson, Wilson Goodman.
T. J. Spurlin spent Friday in
Griffin.
i. B. Kilgbre was a visitor to
Griffin Thursday.
Mr. and Mrs. Ike Peeples and
«, Mr and Q , Mrs u ^ ____ enry „ Peeples ,
’ ’
formed a party- going to Griffin
p r :j av y ‘
I. M. Goodman and son, Cleve,
mnfI made _ a _ win*.. busine8s tri P to Fayette- ,,
ville Saturday,
t « 118,1 a 8 vli!ltor J . n
* "
Griffin Saturday afternoon.
o U t j s n Goodman, nn A mB „ rbarii*. Charlie Kilgore
and Merrill Head were visitors to
Griffin Sutld *y afternoon,
Mr. and Mrs. G. C. Goodman
had as S their 1 * uest8 Sunday c„ n j av Mr m,
’
and Mrs. Lonnie Goodman.
Mr. and Mrs H L Peenles reepies
s P ent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs.
» 0 k ert Jackson Jackson, at at Birdie. Birdie
......
Mr. , and Mrs. William Cham
bers were called to Griffin Sun
day on the account of the illness
of the former's brother, H. G.
Chambers, who is in the Griffin
hospital.
Mrs. Anna Goodman has re
turned home after spending a few
days with her niece, Mrs. Odessa
Putman.
A. B. Goodman made a business
trip to Fayetteville Saturday.
Albert Spurlin made a business
trip to Griffin Saturday.
Jr. Goodman spent Sunday at
Eliza,
Cleve Goodman and Mrs. Eula
Head motored to Griffin Sunday.
Frank Brown made a business
trip to Griffin Saturday.
Mrs. George Chalkey spent
Monday with her parents.
Mr. and Mrs. Arthur Plummet
and children, Hazel and Harold,
and Mrs. J. B Kilgore and son,
Willie, motored to Brooks Sun
day night to visit Mr. and Mrs.
Frank Norris.
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Brent News
V_ J
One of the most enjoyable af
fairs of the season was the Hal
loween party given the Communi
ty Club by its president, Mrs. J.
M. Zellner, Thursday afternoon
from 3 to 5 o’clock, at her beau
tiful country home on the Barnes
ville road. The home was beauti
fully decorated with a profusion
of yellow cosmos and white chrys
anthemums. Pink roses adorned
the music rooqi. The handsomely
appointed table in the dining room
held a large crystal basket of
orange cosmos. Around this at in
tervals were orange colored tapers
in crystal candlesticks. Mrs. Zell
ner was assisted in entertaining
by Mrs. Will Zellner and Miss
Mamie Mae Worsham, Several
stunts and contests were held.
The first a telegram made out of
the word G-O-B-L-I-N-S, was won
by Mrs. H. D. Coppedge. The next
a word contest was won by Mrs.
R. C. Owen.
Among those present were Mes
dames T. G. Scott, Gus Howard,
C. B. Owen, Ben Spear, Walter
Floyd, Will Zellner, H. D. Cop.
pedge, R. C. Owen, M. C. McGin
ty, J. O. Dye, E. Hall, Frank
Thursman, Monroe Zellner;' Misses
Zannie English, Brooks and Mam
ie Mae Worsham.
The teachers of Brent school
surprised the children with a Hal
loween party Friday afternoon at
the schoolhouse. Many
and games were played. The dec
orations were suggestive of the
season. All the little ones enjoyed
the afternoon.
Walter Floyd, Jr., has returned
from Atlanta where he has been
attending a business college.
C. B. Owen spent Thursday in
Atlanta on business.
George Copedge spent
day with his brother, H. D. Cop
pedge and family.
The many friends of Mrs.
ley Howard will be glad to
that she is very much improved.
Miss Emma Worsham is
ing friends in Atlanta.
Mrs. Jim Horn, of near
den, spent Thursday with her
ter, Mrs. Francis McGinty.
Mr. and Mrs. M. C. McGinty
tertained with an O’possum
Sunday. Those invited were
«$73:- ‘ .f‘“
. -’
■
and Mrs. Collins
Brent, Miss Bath Wilson i
ter Frank Wilson, of Fori
George Collins, Cullo .
of
a visitor to irent several j
this week. , ,.
Hunter Goddard, of <
in Brent on business Wedm
Misses Grace and Ma
of Forsythe, are the
their uncle, John Cook.
Mr. and Mrs. Thomjw
spent Friday in Macon
of relatives.
Mr. and Mrs. Jim Co
Culloden, were Sunday gu
Mr. and Mrs. H. D. “
The next meeting of tt
munity Club will be with
D. Coppedge on November
Mr. and Mrs. Wiil Jc
Culloden, were Tuesday gi
their mother, Mrs. F. S. J
Mrs. A. Tucker, of Atlanta, h
been in Brent the past week
business.
Mr, and Mrs. John Cook sp<
Friday in Forsyth.
Mrs. J. M. Zellner and son, A
va, spent Saturday as the guea
of relatives near Culloden,
Miss Mary Ethel Nourse, ot
Chapel, has returned home after
a week’s visit to her aunt, Mr*.
Charley Howard.
Mrs. A. E. Bush is the gue* of SB
Mr. and Mrs. Charley Howard,
Ancient Ban Lifted
A notice dated London, 1 *****
read: “Several persons of qi
wore affronted by persons who ro
in hackney carriages, wearing musks,' ■
etc. Complaint thereof being mad*
t0 lor d Justices, an order was
made that no hackney carriage b#
permitted to go into said I!ydi<
Park.” That ban, which extended
more than 220 years, has been lifted
and taxicabs are now allowed to
u8<1 the roads in Hyde park for get
ting to and fro from other parts off
London. I
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% flPKl V.if Money HUNTS beck GUARANTEE! without queetlo i
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h// 1 SKIN DISEASE REMEOU I
f fj the (Hunfo treatment Salve and of Itch. 8o*p), Beeem fell i ,
IA Rln*worm, other ,
Tetter or Itr -
ins ekln dloeeeee. * Try t. a
treatment at our risk.
WARD’S DRUG STORE -! A:
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WHY WAIT?
child Every man, woman and
in Griffin and the
State of Georgia knows <
that Sparks Circus is a
Georgia institution (wine
ter home at Macon, Ga.). i :
Every Georgian is proud
of the vast growth and
phenominal success of this
their own Georgia circus, L
so—*
WHY WAIT? .5.* , far- '
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F^THIS SEASON ;
ft T 7»££Mm&FmST\ AU6MENTED BY V
Supreme D/SPLfty Of
NT TRAINED
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ftmSEMEMT 1%,
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PfRFORMANCES 4 i %
DAILY
«t 2 and 8 P M. fiM.70
THE COWftfHtKSTVt
GRAND STREET PARADE fO
FREE S9At* on SHE Pitt
DOUBLE IN SIZE
and will be the
Only “CLASS A
Circus coming to Griffin
this season.
PRICFS •
Children under 12, 35c
Adults 75c
Seats on sale Circus Day—sam*
Seats on sale Circus day at
Ward’s Drug Store—same price as
at show grounds.
GRIFFIN I f V
Friday u'sL
Nov. .. 22;
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