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Wednesday, November 5, 1924.
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Cepyrifkt by Little Brown., and
windows. "T am going To toy favor
ite seat. You will find me just
across the bridge, there.”
He hesitated, filled with a pas
slonnte disinclination to leave her
side even for a moment. She seemed
to understand, but she painted once
more to the room.
“I should like very much,” she
added, “to be alone for five min
utes. If you will come and find
me then—please I”
Francis stepped through the
French windows into the smoking
room, where all the paraphernalia
for satisfying thirst were set out
upon the sideboard. He helped him
self to whisky and soda and drank
it absently, with hls eyes fixed upon
the clock. In five minutes he
stepped once more back Into the
gardens, soft and brilliant now In
the moonlight; As he did so, he
heard the click of the gate In the
wall, and footsteps. Hls host, with
Lady Cynthia upon his arm, came
Into sight and crossed the lawn to
wards him. Francis, filled though
his. mind was with other thoughts,
paused for a moment and glanced
towards them curiously. Lady Cyn
thia seemed for a moipent to have
lost all her weariness. Her eves
were very bright; she walked with
a new spring In her movements.
Even her voice, as she addressed
Francis, seemed altered.
"Sir Timothy has been showing
me some of the wonders of bis villa
—do you call It a villa or a palace?
she asked.
“It is certainly qot a palace,” Sir
Timothy protested, “and I fear that
It has scarcely the atmosphere of
a villa. It Is an attempt to com
bine certain Ideas of my own with
the requirements of modern enter
tainment. Come and have a drink
with us, Ledsam."
I have just had one,” Francis
replied. Mrs. Hilditch is in the
rose garden and I am on my way to
join her.
He passed on and the two moved
towards the open French windows.
He crossed the rustic bridge that
led into the flower garden, turned
down the pergola and came to a
sudden standstill before the seat
which Margaret had Indicated. It
was empty, but in the corner lay the
long-stalked lily which she had
picked in the backwater. He stood
there for a moment, transfixed.
There were other seats and chairs
in the garden, but he knew before
he started the search that it was in
vain. She had gone. The flower,
drooping a little now% though the
stalk was still wet with the moisture
of the river, seemed to him like her
farewell.
Francis was surprised, wlien lie
descended for breakfast the next
morning, to find the table laid for
one only. The butler, who was
waiting, banded him tlie dally pa
pers and wheeled the electric heater
to his side.
“Is no one else breakfasting?”
Francis asked.
“Sir Timothy and Mrs. Hilditch
are always served in their rooms,
sir. Her ladyship is taking her cof
fee upstairs.”
Francis ate his breakfast, glanced
through the Times, lit a cigarette
and went around to the garage for
his Car. The butler met him as be
drove up before the porch.
“Sir Timothy begs you to excuse
him tills morning, sir,” he announced.
“Hls secretary has arrived from
town with a very large correspon
dence, which they are now engaged
upon.”
“And Mrs. Hilditch?” Francis
ventured.
“I have not seen her maid this
morning, sir,” the man replied, “but
Mrs. Hilditch never rises before
midday. Sir Timothy hopes that
you slept well, sir, and would like
you to sign the visitors’ book.
.Francis signed his name mechan
ically, and was turning away when
Lady Cynthia called to him from
the stairs. She was dressed for
traveling and followed by a maid,
carrying her dressing-case.
“Will you take me up to town.
Mr. Ledsam?’’ she asked.
Delighted,” he answered,
yhelr dressing - cases were
■trapped together behind and Lady
Cynthia sank into the cushions by
his side. They drove away from
the house, Francis with a backward
glance of regret. The striped sun
blinds had been lowered over all
the windows, thrushes and black
birds were twittering on the lawn,
the air was sweet with tlie perfume I
of flowers, a boatman was busy
with the boats. Out beyond, through
the trees, tlie river wound its placid
way.
Cynthia “Quite a little paradfse,” Lady
murmured.
"Delightful,” her companion as
sented. "I suppose great wealth
has Its obligations, but why any
human being should rear such a
structure as what he calls his Bor
ghese villa, when he has a charming
place like that to live in, I can't
Imagine.” ,
Her silence was significant, al
most purposeful. She unwound the
veil from her motoring turban, took
It off altogether and attached It to
the cushions of the car with a hat
pin.
There. she said, leaning back,
you can now gaze upon a horrible
example of the young woman of to
day. You can see the ravages which
late hours, Innumerable cocktails, a
thirst for exdtement, a contempt of
the simple pleasures of life, have
worked upon my once comely fea
tures. I was quite good-looking, you
know, in the days you first knew
me. *»
41 You were the most beautiful
debutants of your season,” be
agreed.
“What do you think of me now? »»
she asked.
She met his gase without flinch
ing. Her face was unnaturally thin,
with disfiguring hollows underneath
her cheekbones; her lips iusterless. lacked
color; even her eyes were
Her hair seemed- to lack brilliancy.
Only her silken eyebrows remained
unimpaired, and a certain charm of
expression which nothing seemed
able to destroy.
“You look tired,” he said.
“Be honest, my dear man,” she
rejoined dryly. “I am a physical
wreck, dependent upon cosmetics
for the looks which I am still clever
enough to palm off on the uninitia
ted.”
44 Why don’t yon lead a quieter
life?" he asked. "A month or so in
the country would put you all right.
If you were my sister, I’d take you
away for a fortnight and put you
on the road to being cured.”
“Then I wish I were your sis
ter,” she sighed.
“Don’t think I'm unsympathetic,”
he went on, “because I’m not. It Is
just yon people who are cursed with
a restless brain who are In the most
dangerous position, nowadays. The
things which keep us healthy and
normal physically—games, farces,
dinner parties of young people,
fresh air and exercise—are the very
things which after a time fall to
satisfy Yon the person with Imagination.
want more out of life, always
the something you don’t under
stand, the somethin - beyond. And
so you keep on trying new things,
and for every new thing you try,
yon drop an oid one. Isn’t It some
thing like that?”
“I suppose it is," she admitted
wearily.
I could point out tlie promised
land, hut how could I lead you to
it?” he answered.
You don’t like me well enough,"
she sighed.
I like you better than you be
lieve,” he answered her. slackening
hls speed a little. “We have meg,
I suppose, a dozen times In our
lives. I have danced with you here
and there, talked nonsense once. I
remember, at a musical reception—”
“I tried to flirt with you then,”
she interrupted.
He nodded.
I was in the midst of a great
case.” he said, “and everything that
happened to me outside it was
swept out of my mind day by day.
What I was going to say is that I
have always liked you, from the
moment when your mother present
ed me to you at your first dance.”
I wish yojgd told me so,” she
murmured.
“It wouldn’t have made any dif
ference,” he declared. “I wasn’t in
a position to think of a juke’s
daughter, in * those days. I don’t
suppose I am now.”
“Try,” she begged hopefully.
He smiled-back at her.- The re
awakening of her sense of humor
was something.
“Too late,” lie regretted. “During
the last month or so the thing has
come to me which we all look for
ward to, only I don’t think fate has
treated me kindly. I have always
loved normal ways and normal peo
pie, and the woman I care for is
different.”
. I Tell me about her!” she in
sisted.
‘You will be very surprised when
I tell you her name,” lie said. It
is S i rgaret looked Hilditch. at him for a moment
in blank astonishment.
“Heavens!” she exclaimed, "Oli
ver Hilditch’s wife?”
I can’t'help that,” he declared, a
little doggedly. “She’s had a miser
able time, I know’. She was mar
ried to a scamp. I’m not quite sure
that her father isn’t as bad a one.
Those tilings don’t make any dif
ference.”
They wouldn’t with you, she
said softly. “Tell me, did you say
anything to her last night?”
■ I did,” lie replied. “I began when
we were out alone together. She
gave me no encouragement to speak
of, but at any rate she knows."
Lady Cynthia leaned a little for
ward in her place.
“Do you know where she is now?”
He was a little startled.
“Down at the cottage, I suppose.
The butler told me that she never
rose before midday. 1 ”
a Then for once the butler was
mistaken,” his companion told him.
Margaret Hilditch left at six
o’clock this morning. I saw her in
traveling clothes get into the car
and drive away.”
4« She left the cottage this morning
before us?” Francis repeated,
amazed.
"I can assure you that she did. *»
Lady Cynthia insisted. “J never
sleep, amongst my other peculiari
ties,” she went on bitterly, “and I
was lying on a couch by the side of
the open window when the car came
for her. She stopped it at the bend
of the avenue—so that It shouldn't
wake us up, I suppose. I saw her
get In and drive away. I
Francis was silent for several mo
ments. Lady Cynthia watched him
curiously.
*« At any rate,” she observed, “In
whatever mood she went, away tills
morning, you have evidently suc
ceeded in doing what I have never
seen any one else do—breaking
through her Indifference. I shouldn’t
have thought anything short of an
earthquake would have stirred Mar-'
garet, these days.”
“These days,” he repeated quick
ly. “How long have you known
her?”
“We were at school together for
a short time,” she told him. “It
was while her father wm in South
’America. Margaret was a very dif
ferent person ip those days.”
DAILY NEWS
* "flotfever «M she Induced to
marry a person like Oliver Hil
jlltch?" Francis speculated.
. His companion shrugged her
shoulders.
"Who knows?*’ she answered in
differently. “Are you going to drop
me?"
“Wherever yon like." squarli
“Take me on to Grosvenor
if you will then,” she begged, "and
deposit me at the ancestral man
sion. I am really rather annoyed
about Margaret," she went on, re
arranging her veil. “I had begun to
have hopes that you might have re
vived my taste for normal things.
“If I had had the slightest Inti
mation—’’ he murmured.
“It would have made no differ
ence,” she Interrupted dolefully.
"Now I come to think of It, the Mar
garet whom I used to know—and
there must be plenty of her left yet
—Is just the right type of woman
for you.”
"They drew up outside the house
In Grosvenor square. Lady Cyn
thia held out her hand.
‘‘Come and see me one afternoon,
will you?” she Invited. |
“I’d like to very much',” he re
plied.
She lingered on the steps and
waved her hand to him—a graceful,
somewhat insolent gesture.
** All the same. I think I shall do’
my best to make you forget Mar
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My Best to Make You Forget Mar
garet,” She Called Out.
garet,” she called out. “Thanks for
the lift up. A bientot!”
CHAPTER XU
j Tj'RANCIS A drove direct from
j venor square to his chambers in
j the Temple, and found Shopland,
! his friend from Scotland Yard,
; awaiting his arrival.
"Any news?” I'runcisS inquired.
j “Nothing definite, I am sorry to
j say,” was the other’s reluctant ad
j mission.
I Francis hung up ids hat, threw
himself into his easy-chair and lit a
, cigarette.
: “The lad’s brother is one of my
j ' “He oldest is friends, naturally Shop!and,” in state of he said,
I distress.” a great
The detective scratched his chin
i thoughtfully.
“I said ‘nothing definite’ just now,
j sir,” he observed. “As a rule, I
never mention suspicions, but with
you It is a different matter. I
; haven’t discovered the slightest
trace of Mr. Reginald Wllmore, or
the slightest reason for his disap
pearance. He seems to have been a
well-conducted young gentleman, a
little extravagant, perhaps, but able
to pay his way and with nothing
whatever, that is to say, except one
almost Insignificant thing.”
And that?”
- A slight tendency towards bad
company, sir. I have heard of his
being about with one or two whom
we are keeping our eye upon."
“Bobby Fairfax’s lot, by any '
chance?”
Shopland nodded.
“He was with Jacks and Miss
Daisy Hyslop a night or two before
he disappear ed. .1 am not sure that
a young man named Morse wasn’t
of the party, too.”
“What do you make of that lot?"
Francis asked, curiously. “Are they
gamesters, dope fiends, or simply
vicious?”
The detective was silent. He
was gazing intently at hls rather
square-toed shoes.
“There are rumors, sir,” he said,
presently, “of things going on Id the
West End which want looking into
very badly—very badly, indeed. You
will remember speaking to me,of
Sir Timothy Brast?”
“I remember quite well,” Francis
acknowledged.
I’ve nothing to go on,” the
other, continued. “I am working
almost ln the dark to find a clue,
as It were, but I’m beginning to
have ideas about Sir Timothy
Brast; Just Ideas.”
As, for Instance?”
"Well, he stands on rather
queer terms with some of bis ac
quaintances, sir. Now you saw,
down at boto’s bar, the night we
arrested Mr. Fairfax, that not one
of those young men there spoke
to Sir Timothy as though they were
acquainted, nor he to them. Yet
I happened to And out that every
one of them, including Fairfax him
self, were present at a party Sir
Timothy Brast gave at Ills house
down tlie river a week or two be
fore.”
“I’m afraid there Isn’t much in
that,” Francis declared. "Sir Tim
othy has tlie name of being an ec
centric person everywhere, c espe
daily in this respect—he never no
tices acquaintances. I heard, only
the other day, that while he was
wonderfully ing hls hospitable and charm
.to all guesta, he never re
membered them outside hls house.”
Shopland nodded.
“A convenient eccentricity, ►« he
remarked dryly. “Y have heard
the same thing myeelf. You spent
the night at hie country cottage,
did you not, Mr. Ledsam? Did he
offer to show yoe ever the Walled
(To be continued)
t Our Daily Story | '
Among the Berry
Pickers
By MARTHA WILLIAMS
Nothing would have happened
but for a gate left ajar. Ruth Ware
and Fanny Lame, both well-brought
up persons, felt a stir of thief-blood
at sight of it. This was, you see.
their second day In the country—it
had gone to their heuds, setting up
primal riots In their starved souls.
Besides, the strawberries were so
tempting—blushing ripe scarlet up
through their green leaves there In
the morning sunshine.
“It—It won’t hurt to smell the
heavenly things!” Ruth cried soft
ly, laying her face on the soft
green leaves with an ecstatic tn
halation. “It would be wicked to
leave thin—it's simply crying to he
eaten.” Fanny hung back, pop
ping n big red oval Into her mouth,
with n gaBp of delight over the
taste of It. Ruth began mentally
to say : “Oh ! We mustn’t!” but
stopped, hearing a cracked voice
crying to them: "Hey, you pick
ers! Show me yer feet! Can’t
have you clompin’ up and down
mash more berries tnan yer pick
lngs all day pay for.
M We are not—” Ruth began—
Fanny silenced her with a look, and
called back; e both wear mini
ber threes 1 hat does the Job
pay?”
«* Depends on you yerself, Two
pence S er basket, take run er the
ues—and no sklpplnV to pick only
g uns,” came back. But how
come ye ter be here? I ain’t told
nobody to eaH In hands—though I
sorter need ’em. My gals, Sue and
Sally, run off and got married last
night—took er mean advantage
right In the height of the crop.
Sent my old woman to fetch
’em back—and they won’t come on
less I’ll 'gree ter tako on the pair
o’ rascals they’ve hitched up with.
So I’ve culled up Tobe Wilson, the
shippin' feller, ter come and pick
the berries—he needs ’em ter fill
er kyar. Was hit him that sent
ye?
"Not , A little bird told us.”
Fanny l|iughedr
Hop to it I” cried the berry own
er. “Come git baskets. Up at the
shed, ye know—the old shoestring’s
thar—she does the packing and
I keeps tally. Ye shall have a full
day—no matter whut Wilson says.
He’s cornin’ out with a truckload. ■
“Reckon he can be Luther Wll
S °£ ? Rut h as ^ e ? ln P anlc -
lanny laughed , softly. “I hope
SO.
_ K uth , whispered.
■ • I want to give him the acid
est. Be sure he won’t know us
from Ins grandmother, In khaki
kninkers and palmetto hats. Re
member, even in the office he was
never more than dimly conscious
ue ' ve re not machines.”
! , llonors True enough, he did evkMRPP&s
" ere fairly anai^W
hard to identify the junior
partner, cavernous
J . snippy of mood,
D-eyed fellow who
through rabble. tlie gate*ut'heaiUof« 4* f,r m»ry **
".VII set. I’op Tilton!” he roared
! cheerily. “I raided the high school,
j teachers and everything—brought
baskets, crates, sorters—lunch is
! come later.’-’
Pop grinned happily mulled
around among the riotei sorted
| out them the splay-footed shed made and doomed
to work, tlie old
l shoestring, his wife, give place to
j tally the professor keeper, of mathematics as
j and said impressively
to Wilson: “Say, Luther, them
j two volunteers is got to be kept on
| —they come to my help when it
1 seemed, like help thur wasn’t none.”
^ Luther nodded, never looking at
the pair. Ruth looked at Fanny
amazediy. Half a year in the open,
away from office work, had surety
made a new- man of him He had
been exacting there, likewise imps
Rent and sharp of speech, never
anything worse.
By eleven o’clock Ruth, one era
bodied ache, slouched under the
shed, saying as she set down two
filled baskets: "We’re quitting—
my partner and I. Checks, please!
Numbers one and two.”
- Wilson was within hearing. She
did not notice hls faint start as he
overheard, But instantly he flung
at her : Quitting Isn’t allowed on
this job. Go rest ten minutes—
there in the shade—get your sec
ond wind—It will last you to the
finish. 1 ■
■Mmazedl.v she obeyed. ^ Faniy.
lagging behind, stared to see it. But
she also took refuge from the sun
under thick grape leafage, where
truly enough strength and courage
came, back. So the pair worked
on, less feverishly, but more effec
tually.
Picking was over by three o’clock
—the truck laden with crates, the
pickers straggling joyously home
ward with money In both pockets. A
fleet of flivvers had come for them,
mostly from their homes. But Ruth
and Fanny were laggards. Wilson
had not spoken to them as though
they were other than strangers, and
they did not wish to thrust them
selves upon hls consciousness.
After a long rest they would go
as they had come, afoot, enjoying
all the wonders of the countryside.
Only three miles to Grandma
Ware’s small, tidy place.
The last flivver had gone. Pop
and the old shoestring were at
home, quarreling with their en
larged family. Sighing, the girls
rose up—but stopped dead at what
confronted them. Luther Wilson,
as sunburned, as berry-stained ■s
themselves, air ln the but with the courtli
est world, smiling and
saying: “I’m so glad you could wait
for me—r.iy car is here—where
shall it take yon?” >
“Heaven. If you please.” Ruth
said, yawning. He smiled at her.
saying: “I found that right here.
Since we can’t stay, let’s go—and
take It with ns.” To which Fanny
vouchsafed a henrty amen.
(Copyrlaht.)
A new design of road building
machine cuts the road bed, de
livers the excavated material to
trucks and rolls the surface as it
proceeds.
Pi
p of Honor
ptnuud’s dueling
>nilent, says the
Boston sends the follow
lug :
"Dear Nomad—This regarding the
duel between Hamilton and Burr
may be of interest to you: i
“Some years ago. In passing, |
through Geneva, N. Y., I was (lie
guest of Mr. Richard Church, an old
family friend. In talking-on things'
of historic Interest, Mr. Church
paused and. stooping down, reached 1
under the sofa and revealed to ray
expectant gaze a mahogany box. On
opening the box, he showed me the
original flintlock pistols used In the
Harallton-Burr duel. Mr. Church In
formed me that these same flint
locks had been used also In two oth
er duels—the WUUes-Burr duel and
the Church-Burr duel. Mr. Richard
Church was a descendant of the
opponent (Church) of Burr in the
Church-Burr duel. Mr. Church
showed me that one of the flintlocks
was broken and informed me this
break had occurred while he was a
lad fn shooting while at play. Mr.
Church has passed away and I do
not know the present whereabouts
of these historic flintlocks. Perhaps
they fell to tils daughter, who at
the time of my visit v us the wife of
Rev. Dr. Hart of St. Mark’s church,
Rochester, N. Y. Mrs. Hart’s mother
was one of the Schuyiers, and was
christened Angelica Schuyler
Church. Perhaps some reader can
give data as to the present owner
of the flintlocks. DAMON.
That the dueling pistols used In
the Burr-Hnmilton affair should also
have served in two other encounters
in which Burr was concerned is a
pretty good indication that Burr
kept himself supplied with weapons.
But In the Church affair his pistols
seem to have gone to hi* antagonist.
The veritable weapon with which
Burr killed Hamilton must be a val
uable possession for a gollector.
Wrens and Catbirds
Had Nests Together
A very interesting and rather un
usual Incident, showing how neigh
borly birds may be, happened last
spring, writes Elizabeth Frederick
in Our Dumb Animals. A friend of
miue has a cottage, and there Is a
certain vine growing close to a win
dow, which Is a favorite nesting
place with birds. This year two
different families, a pair of wrens
and a pair of catbirds, decided to
nest there, and so they set about
building their homes. Strange to say,
there was no quarreling over this,
but each pair minded itfe own busi
ness, and when their homes were
finished, lo and behold! there,
perched upon the edge of the good
sized nest of the catbird, was the
dainty little nest of the wren,
Never were two families more so
eiable. Together the mothers sat
on their eggs, and perhaps they
| chatted about different things
to make the long hours of waiting
less lonesome. Together the wrens
j BIM j the catbirds fought the cat and
bravely defended their homes, when
the babies were hatched, aftd side
side they raised their families
nfifl taught them how to-fly. Now
there Is nothing left but the two
nests to show this unusual friend
ship between two bird families.
i
i Huge Insect Collection
The British museum possesses
by far the most comprehensive in
sect collection in the world, says
London Tit-Bits. It 1ms not until
finite recently been possible to
make an exact catalogue of all
Items, but after three years’ work
otte lias now beeu completed and
published,
According to this, the collection
contains 1,118,000 insects. There
nre 82S* 7 ® 7 butterflies of 40,210 dif
feront kinds, 398.000 beetles of 67,-
600 different kinds. Of bees,
: wa *P 8 and winged ants there are
! 70.60S kinds. Of bugs, flies, gnats
i an<1 mosquitoes thefe are 7,267
! s P eoies represented; of grasshopper
Uvpes 3.900, and of plant lice 21
species in 140 items,
Private donors hare done
8We11 th e collection. One
* avP 230,000 insects, another
while one entIre collection °f but
tPrflies which was presented
slsted of 31,130 specimens.
Ancient Juniper Tree
What is believed to be the old
est juniper tree ln the world is
being protected by the forest
ice, United States. Department
Agriculture, according to word
ceived front the Cn<-he National
est in northern Utah, A careful
amination of the tree by
from the Utah Agricultural
and by Forest Supervisor Carl
Arentson shows the age of the
to be not less than 3,00t> years,
placing this tree on a par with
of the big redwood trees in Cali
fornia which have so often
spoken of ns the “oldest
things on earth.”
Paper Razor Strop
Ordinary newspapers folded to
getiier in a thick strip and held be
tween wire clips make a
tory substitute for a regular
razor strop, according to a
pean Inventor, Popular
Magazine reports. The ink on
paper is said to assist in giving
keen, non-pulling edge and
quently n smooth shave, A
strop can he prepared In a
moments and St is especially con
venient for the traveler and camper
Despite the. fact that .
abound in North Pacific
smoked herring are imported
that region from
countries.
A tiny camp stove, which
pre in a pocket and bums
from a small portable tank,
been invented.
A button on the steering
with which headlights can be
med is said to lessen the risk
accident.
Only Qualified Woman Sleuth in
N. Y. Quits After Long S
Jr 1
New York, Nov. 4.-—After 28
years in the police department,
Mrs. Oscar Seaholm, better known
.. Mrs Goodwin, the only
as -
WO man to become a first grade de-
4 . in . this city, „ ^sked _ , , Corn- „
m i 98 ioner Enright for retirement
yesterday, because she desires to
live quietly at home.
Slender, fairly tail, the feminine
sleuth long has been conspicuous
among the brawny six-foot de
tectives in the bomb squad.
Smartly Dressed.
Always plainly but smartly
dressed, the young looking Mrs.
Seaholm has distinguished
in several famous cases.
Her first big case, which at
tracted national prominence in
1912, was the capture of eight
bandits who two months before
bad held up two bank managers in
Greenwich Village, escaping with
$26,000.
She recovered the money by se
curing the confidence of women
companions of the hold-up men,
all of whom were sent to Sing
Sing. For this work Rhinelander
Waldo, then police commissioner,
made her a first grade detective.
Twenty-eight years ago last
May a thin woman with a beau
tiful skin and splendid teeth re
ported to the Mercer street station
for duty as police matron.
Mother of Three Children
She was Mrs. Isabelle Goodwin,
wife of a roundsman and mother
of three children.
Within three months her hus
band died and the young widow
had to support the family on her
pay, $1,000. She educated
Society mother
BARS DIVORCEE AS
DAUGHTER-IN-LAW
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Because she is a divorcee,
mother of wealthy young
A. B. Widener II of
phia, is reported to have
to sanction his marriage to
Gertrude Douglas
(j; above). ‘
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You know and I know that there
are times that your life and the
ives of your loved ones depend
upon your brakes. If they work,
you are safe, but what a risk you
take if they don’t. Why not make
it a practice to bring your ear to
as 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, G».
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three and sent her daugh
a French convent In C
Neither home nor children
ed from her work.
Cleans Up Clairveyan
• The first opportunity fo
Seaholm to distinguish he
came when the police depart:
was flooded with letter corap
ing of the practice of fortune
ers. Visiting many of the clair
voyants Mrs. Seaholm collected
such damaging evidence that
many of them were qpnt to Sin
Sing. She was credited with the
| wiping out of the fortune tellers.
From that time her progress'wa*
rapid.
Mrs. Seaholm is a member of
the Police Honor Legion. She will
retire in a few days on a $1,500
a year—one half her present sal
ary. ;
MRS. REBECCA PERDUE a
IS BURIED AT SENOIA .
Funeral services for Mrs. Re
becca F. Perdue, 88 years old, A
Pioneer Georgian, who died Moo*
I day afternoon at the home of her
daughter, Mrs. Elisabeth Sanders,
near Newnan, Ga., were held Tues
day afternoon from the Baptist
church in Senoia. The Rev.
Adams officiated. Burial was in
the church yard, hM
Mrs. Perdue is survived by four
daughters, Mrs. W. G. Bloodworth,
of Milner, Ga.; Mrs. B. P. Daniel,
of Senoia, Ga.; Mrs. B. H. Messer,
'cf Atlanta, and Mrs. Elizabeth
Sanders, of Newnan; two sons,
Col. J. Howard Perdue, of Bir
mingham, Ala., and Ed S. Perdue,
of Chattanooga, Tenn.
The butterflies’ zig zag path
through the sir makes it more
difficult for birds to catch them on
the wing.
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Bricks were in use considerate 7
more than a thousand
WHY WAIT?
i Every
man, woman and
child in Griffin and the
State of Georgia knows
that Sparks Circus is a
Georgia institution (win
ter home at Macon, Ga.). ,
Every Georgian is proud t
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I of the vast growth and
phehominal success of this
their own Georgia circus,
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WHY WAIT?
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^THIS r augmented SEASON by \
ft THE EARTHS FINEST
fiCHIEVEMENT\ SUPREME DfSPLAy OF
^Skcmcut RfWSEMENT TRAINED
TWO WILD
P£RFORMANC£S
DAILY *
2 and 8 P.M. ™
COMHVHtHSIVC AT/amp 7/>m. nvtmr
THC
GRAND STREET PARADE IO TO
FREE f*at A . M.
n off SMtnr
DOUBLE IN SIZE
and will be the as
Only “CLASS A ??
Circus coining to Griffin
this season.
PRICES:
Children under 12, 35c
Adults 75c t
Seats on sale Circus Day—samo
Seats on sale Circus day at
Ward’s Drug Store - same price as
at show grounds.
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Nov. i