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Wednesday, November 5, 1924. , THE EVIL f I SHEPHERD nhEPhillip* Oppenheim nWtrotUsw Irwin ‘ jlT. “ ~ V 1 % 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 Oh i * * € 1 •y / \ \ W “All the Same, 1 Think I Shall Do 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 . r- ^ vf m ■ ■ ■ : : ! - \ j. 1 > m a > ■'»■: (■ i 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). ‘ * ymj They Jt/ork <T 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». 1*1 — 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. w 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 ; I of the vast growth and phehominal success of this their own Georgia circus, J SO— :* WHY WAIT? PS^WORIVS MASTERPIECE TINTED, / I M 7 » ) 4 I vs? r,*\ ^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. In j Friday E Nov. i