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Thursday, November 6. 1924. , THE EVIL /» I SHEPHERD !T)l>yE.PHillips Oppenheim IQu/irat i on/ ' r Irwin" v V I * Copj^ht by L>til«£(om.and Company. “How the dickens did you know I was down there?" Francis de manded with .gome surprise, I whs just thinking as I drove up that I hadn’t left my address either here or at Clarges street. “Next time you visit Sir Timo thy,” the detective observed, “I should advise you to do so. I knew you were there, Mr. Ledsam, because I was In the neighborhood myself. I have been doing s Little fishing, wonderful and keeping my eye Sir on Timo- that estate of th rands was interested. r “I believe ‘tShopland,” he said. that our intelligences, such as they are, are akin. “What do you suspect Sir Timo thy of? the detective asked Wusttv. 1 suspect him of nothing,'’ Fran cis replied. “He Is simply, to my mind, an Incomprehensible, some what sinister figure, who might be capable of anything. He may have very excellent qualities which he * contrives to conceal, or he - be an archcriminal. His personality absolutely puzzles me. >* There was a knock at the door and Angrave appeared. Apparent ly he had forgotten Sbopland’s pres ence, for he ushered in another vis itor. Timothy Brast to “Sir see you, sir,” he announced. The moment was one of trial to every one, admirably bome. Shop land remained in his chair, with only a casual glance at the new comer. Francis rose to his feet with a half-stifled expression of an gCr at the clumsiness of his clerk. Sir Timothy, well shaven and groomed, attired in a perfectly fit ting suit of gray flannel, nodded to Francis in friendly fashion and laid his Homburg hat upon the table with the air of a familiar........... “My dear Ledsam,” he said, “I do hope that you will excuse this early call. I could only have been an hour behind you on the road. I dare say you can guess what® have come to see you about. Can we have a word together?” I Certainly,” was the ready reply. u You remember my friend Shop land, Sir Timothy? It was Mr. Shop land who arrested young Fairfax that night at Soto’s.” “I remember him perfectly,” Sir Timothy declared. “I fancied, di rectly, I entered, that your face was familiar," he added, turning to Shopland. “I am rather ashamed of myself about that night. My little outburst must have sounded almost ludicrous to you two. To tell you the truth, I quite failed at that time to give Mr. Ledsam credit for gifts which I have since dis covered him to possess, “Mr. Shopland and I are now' discussing another matter,” Fran cis went on, pushing a box of cigarettes toward Sir Timothy, who was leaning against the table in an easy attitude. "Don’t go, Shopland, for a minute. We were consulting together about the disappearance ofa_young man, Reggie Wilmore, the brother of a friend of thine— Andrew Wllmore, the novelist.” “Disappearance?” Sir Timothy re peated as he lit a cigarette. “That is rather a vague term.” “The young mpn has been miss ing from home for over a week,” Francis said, “and left no trace whatever of his whereabouts. He was not in financial trouble, he does not seem to have been entan gled wdth any young woman, he had not quarreled with his people, and he seems to have been pn the best of terms with the principal at the house of business where he was em ployed. His disappearance, there fore, is, to say the least of it, myste rious.” Sir Timothy assepted gravely. “The lack of motive to which you allude,” he pointed out, “makes the case interesting. Still, one must remember that London is certainly the city of modern mysteries. If a new ‘Arabian Nights’ were writ ten, it might well be about London. I dare say Mr. Shopland will agree with me," he continued, turning courteously toward the detective, “that disappearances of this sort are not nearly so uncommon as the uninitiated would believe. For one that is reported in the papers, there are half a dozen which are not.” “Where do you suppose they dis appear to?” Francis inquired. Who can tell? was the specu latlve reply. For an adventurous youth there are a thousand doors which lead to romance. Besides, the lives of none of us are quite •o simple as they seem. Even youth haw its seeret chapters. This young man, for Instance, might be on his way to Australia, happy in the knowledge that he has escaped from some murky chapter of life which will now never he known. He may write to his friends, giv ing them a hint. The whole thing will blow over.” “There may be cases such as you suggest. Sir Timothy.” the detective said quietly. “Our Investigations, so far as regards the young man la question, however, do not point that way.” Sir Timothy turned over his rig arette to look at the name of the maker. u Excellent tobacco,” he mur mured. “By-the-bye, what did you say the young man’s name was? i* A good name,” Sir Timothy murmured. “I am sure I wish you every good fortune in your quest, Mr. Ledsam, for the single minute alone.” (< By all means, ?» Francis gnswered. “I’ll wait in the office, If I may, *» Shopland suggested, rising to his feet. “I want to have another word with you before I go.” “My business with Mr. Ledsam is of a family nature,” Sir Timothy said apologetically, as Shopland passed out. “I will not keep him for more than a moment. ■ Shopland closed the door behind him. Sir Timothy waited until he heard his departing footsteps. Then he turned back to Francis. “Mr. Ledsam,” he said, “I have come to ask you if you know any thing of my daughter’s where abouts? "Nothing whatever,” Francis re plied. “I was on the point of ring ing you up to ask you the same question.” “Did she tell you that she was leaving the Sanctuary?" She gave me not the slightest Intimation of It,” Francis assured his questioner; “in fact, she in vited me to meet her in {he rose garden last night. When I arrived there, she was gone. I have heard nothing from her since.” “You . spent the evening with her?” “To my great content.” “What happened between yon?" Nothing happened. I took the opportunity, however, ,of letting your daughter understand the na ture of my^ feelings for her.” “Dear ine! M.iy I ask what they are?" “I will trans! .te them Into facts,” Francis replied. “I wish your daughter to become my wife. 11 "You amaze me!” Sir Timothy exclaimed, with the old mocking smile at his lips'' “How can you possibly contemplate association with the daughter of a man whom you suspect and distrust as you do me?” . “If I suspect and distrust you, It Is your own fault,” Francis remlnd ed him. You have declared your self to he a criminal and a friend of criminals. I am Inclined to be lieve that you have spoken the truth. I care for that fact just as little as I care for the fact that you are a millionaire, or that Margaret has been married to a murderer. I intend her to become my wife.” “Did you encourage her to leave me?” “I did not. I had not the slight est idea that she had left the Sanc tuary until Lady Cynthia, told me, half-way to London this morning.” Sir Timothy was silent for sev eral moments. “Have you any idea in your own mind, *'■' ” he persisted, “as to where she has gone, and for what pur pose?” “Not the slightest in the world, i i Francis declared. I am just as anxious to hear from her, and to know where she is, as you seem to be. Sir Timothy sighed. “I am disappointed," he admitted. “I had hoped to obtain some in formation from you. I must try in . another direction.” “Since you are here, Sir Timo thy," Francis said, as his visitor prepared to depart, “may I ask whether you have any objection to my marrying your daughter?” Sir Timothy frowned. “The question places me in a somewhat difficult position,” he re plied coldly, “In a certain sense I have a liking for you. You are not quite the ingenuous nincompoop I took you for on the night of our first meeting. On the other hand, you have prejudices against me. My harmless confession of sympathy X I “If I Can Psrsuade Your Daughter to Marry Me, Your Coneent Will Not Affect the Matter." tirlth criminals and tbelr ways seems to have stirred up a cloud of I suspicion in your mind. You even employ a detective to show the world what a fool he can look, sit ting in a punt attempting to fish, 1 with one eye on the supposed abode crime. ,, , "I have nothing whatever to do with the details of Shopland's In vestigations," Francis protested. “He Is In search of Reggie WII raore.” “Does he think I have seeret dun geons In my new abode?” Sir Tim othy demanded, or “oubliettes la which I keep and starve brainless youths for some nameless purpose? Be reasonable, Mr. Ledsam. What the devB benefit could accrue to me from abducting and imprisoning or GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS is any way laying my criminal upon this young man?" “None whatever that we have been able to discover as yet,” Fran cis admitted. 11 A leaning towards melodrama, admirable in its way, needs the leaven of well-balanced discretion and a sense of humor,” Sir Timothy observed. “The latter quality is as a rule singularly absent among the myrmidons of Scotland Yard. I do not think that Mr. Shopland will catch even fish in the neighborhood of the Walled House. As regards your matrimonial proposal, let us waive that until my daughter re turns. u As you will," Francis agreed. “I will be frank to this extent, at any rate. If I can persuade your daugh ter to marry me, your consent will not affect the matter. “I can leave Margaret a matter of two million pounds,” Sir Timothy said pensively. it I have enough money to support my wife myself,” Francis observed. Utopian but foolish," Sir Timo- Mr. thy declared. “All the same, Ledsam, let me tell you this. You have a curious attraction for me. When I was asked why I had In vited you to the Sanctuary last night, I frankly could not answer the question. I didn’t know. I don’t know. Your dislike of me doesn’t seem to affect the question, I was glad to have you there last night. It pleases me to hear you talk, to hear your views of things. I feel that I shall have to be very careful, Mr. Ledsam, or—’’ “Or what?” Francis demanded. .“Or I shall even welcome the idea of having you for a son-in law,” sir Timothy concluded re luctantly. "Make my excuses to Mr. Shop’and. Au revolr!” Shopland came In as the door closed behind the departing visit or. He listened to all that Fran cis had to say without comment. If the Walled House,” he said, at last, “is so carefully guarded that Sir Timothy has been in formed of my watching the place and has been made aware of my mild questionings, It must be be cause there is something to con ceal. I may or may not be on the track of Mr. Reginald Wllmore, but," the detective concluded, “of one thing I am becoming convinced —the Walled House will pay for watching. *» t ***** * It Was a day when chance wa8 bind to Francis. On his way to wards the Sheridan, he came face to face with Margaret Hilditch, is suing from the doors of one of the great steamship companies. She, too, came to a standstill at seeing him. Her first ejaculations betrayed a surprise Which bordered on consternation. Then Francis, with a sudden inspiration, pointed to the long envelope wliich she was carrying in her hand. “You have been to book a pas sage somewhere]” he exclaimed. Well?” The monosyllable was In her usual level tone. Nevertheless, he could see that she was shaken. You were going away without seeing me again?” he asked re proachfully. I Yes," she admitted. Why?” Slie looked up and down a little helplessly. “I owe you no explanation for my conduct,” she said. “Please let me pass. Co<uld we talk for a few mlfi utes, please?” he begged. “Tell me where you were going.” “Oh, hack to lunch, I suppose,” she answered. “Your father has been up look for he told her. “I telephoned to the Sanctuary, she replied. “He had just left.” “I am very anxious,” he contin ued, "not to distress you, but I can not let you go away like this. Will you come to my rooms and let us talk for a little time?” “She made no answer. Somehow, he realized that speech just then was difficult. He called a taxi and handed her in. They drove to Clarges street in silence. He led the way up the stairs, gave some quick orders to Ills servant whom he met coming down, ushered her into his sitting room and saw her ensconsed in an eflsy-chair. Please take off that terrible veil,” he begged. “It Is pinned onto my hat,” she told him. 1 v . > • Then off with both,” he insisted. “You can’t eat luncheon like that. I’m not going to try and buily you. If you’ve booked your passage to < * Timbuctoo, and you really want to go—why, you must. I only want the chance of letting you know that I am coming after you. ■>» I brew Sh^ took them off her the hat sofa, and veil and onto glancing sideways at a mirror let into the door of a cabinet. "My hair is awful," she declared. He laughed gayl.v, and turned around from the sideboard, where he was busy mixing cocktails. ■ Thank heavens for that touch of humanity!’’ he exclaimed. “A wom an who can bother about her hair when she takes her hat off. Is never past praying for. . Please drink this. She obeyed. He took the empty glass away from her. Then he came side. over to the-heurthrug by her “Do you know that I kissed you last night," he reminded her. “I do,” she answered, That Is why I have just paid eighty-four pounds for a passage to Buenos Aires.” “I should have enjoyed the trip,” he said. “Still, I'm glad I haven't to go.” “Do you really mean that you would have come after me?” she asked curiously. "Of course I should,” he assured her. Believe me, there Isn’t such an obstinate person in the world as the man of early middle-age who suddenly discovers the woman he means to marry." "But you can’t marry me,” she protesfcd. * Why not?” he asked. • • Because I was Oliver Hilditch’s wife, for one thing." ’ “Look here," he said, “if you had been Beelzebub's wife. It wouldn’t make the least difference to me. You haven’t given me much of g chance to tell you so yet, Margaret, but I love you." She sat a little forward in ber (To be continued) Our Daily Story j Nancy Found a Partner By CHARLES E. BAXTER Huving hobbled his burro, old Eph went out to Inspect his mine In the valley below. A moving fig ure attracted his attention Spurred on by his fears, he nurrlea bis foot steps, only to find those rears con firmed. The claim which he hod omitted to mark, so sure was he that no one would come upon it, had been jumped In his uhsence. And by a woman! Advancing to ward the figure with clenched fists, he saw a girl of nboui twenty, with yellow bobbed hair and a pair of innocent gray eyes smiling ut him. “You’re Mr. Eph Samson?" “I am, and this is my claim 1” “Pardon me, I've registered It, and you can see the markers I’ve put up—” “It’s my claim," repeated Eph violently. "I found this here mine last month. Had to go pack to town fer more provisions, ana didn’t think any one’d be so dern mean as to jump another man’s claim.’’ “I don’t know anything about that. This Is my clqim, and regis tered, and I’m going to work It.” “You ain’t l” "I am!" If It had n a man Eph would have fought the death there and then. But after a moment’s hesita tion he knew that he was beaten. He turned away. The claim was hers, by the mining law and custom, too. She pjust have seized the op portunity the claim for of nis absence to Jump herself. Epn went Beaten—and sullenly by up to his I camp. a woman Beaten—after he had discovered the richest deposit of gold in twenty years—the mine of whose existence he had always been credulous; the mine which would have made him rich for his declining years. And by a woman! Old Eph was known to be a woman hater. He had had'his experience—years be fore, when Elsie had run away from wiiom him, taking with her the baby girl he worshiped. She had left him—there was no other GETS MANY NEW Mrs. A. P. Longdon, librarian at the Hawkes Free Library, an nounces that the following books have been received this week: Fiction. New Friends in Old Chester— Margaret Deland. The Blue Flower—Van Dyke. The Shadow Line—Joseph Gon rad. Where the Trail Divides—Aline, Harvard. Nina—Susan Ertz. Magic and Mary Rose—Faith Baldwin. The Needle’s Eye — Arthur Train. The Garden of Folly—Stephen Leacock. Red of the Redfields — Grace Richmond. ........ ; ......... Warning—Pamela Wynne. Saint Martin's Summer—Rafael Sabatini. The Clouded Pearl—Berta Ruck. Patricia Ellen—Mary Witshire. Captain Shaply—Harold Brig house. The Passing of Charles Lanson —Louis Tracy. The Passionate Quest— E. Phil lips Oppenheim. Robin Hollow—Edna Brown. Don Quixote—Meguel Cervantes. Non-Fiction man In fhe case—because she had ceased to care for him. Later she hacl able d|ed, (face but his he had never been to child. So Epb had gone farther wesi, and developed Info the sour, dogged old man that he was. with a secret tenderness for children and a secret softness for anything In trouble or pain, which he tried his best to conceal from the eyes of the world. And now a woman had played him this wretched trick. And there was nothing to do. Old Eph was a man of quick decisions. Knowing that he was beaten, and unwilling to remain a single night on the field of this disaster, he rolled up his pack and went for his burro, in order to move on. Maybe there was more gold in the district. lie was just strapping on his pack ■'•lien he saw the girl coming up ilie slope toward him. Thunder! He didn’t want to speak to her. He tried to complete the squaw-hitch, hut his fingers trembled so from his agitation that lie was unable to com plete the work before the girl was standing In front of him. “You’going away?" Lfth -wheeled on her fiercely. “See here, ung woman," he snarled, “you got my mine, and I guess you ain’t come here to say you’re sorry, so I: don’t want to have no palaver with you. Git back and work It. ami may the grfld turn to Dead sea fruit in yore mouth—I mean—” A merry, rippling laugh broke from the girl’s lips. “Can’t we set tle this somehow?” “How do you mean, settle It? “As partners, maybe.” “You mean—no!” shouted Eph. “It’s mine, and I’m going to have It all or none of it.’’ “Why, father! “Why -what?” shouted Eph. Suddenly her arms were round him. “I’m Nancy. Don’t you re member me? I’ve been trying to trace you ever since l grew up, and when I found you they told me yon were so cross, and I was afraid, and—and 1 came out to ask you t« he partners— "Nan!” ejaculated Eph huskily. And as his arms went round her he knew that he had forfeited some thing better than a gold mine. {(£), 1924. Western Newspaper Union.) r N Birdie News J Mrs. W. J. Elder returned home last week from visiting her daugh ter, Mrs. Wyatt Wesley, at Wool sey. ......................... _ _ Tom Hammond, who for quite a while has been at Troup, Texas, returned to Georgia to make his home and visited his mother, Mrs. C. M. Hammond, last Wednesday. Mr. and Mrs. Welden Middle brooks, of Griffin, spent last Sun day with Mr. and Mrs. Leonard A. Akin. Mr. and Mrs. G. B. Wesley and family, Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Dunn and family spent last Sunday Mr. and Mrs. William Wesley. The many friends of Carl are ftW to know that he is im proving from his illness. Emmett Goodrum has been visit ing his mother, Mrs. J. O. Good rum, for some time. Mr. and Mrs. J. D. Wesley had as their visitors Sunday Mr. and Mrs. J. W. Caldwell and little Dorris, of Concord; T J. Cochran and son, Frank, of Concord; Mr. and Mrs. Rcy Irv in and little daughter, Nellye Claire, of Atlanta; Mr. and Mrs. B. H. Morgan, of Griffin, and Jes- f '’ 1 " ""............ .... . ......... » ■ ............... Brooks News v.-, Broks was well represented at the Griffin and Spalding County Chamber of Commerce meeting at Fairview in Line Creek district Monday night. It was largely at tended and is said to have been the best ever held in the county. Besides some very interesting ad dresses, fine music was furnished by the different bands. A small vote was cast in Fay ette county Tuesday in the gen eral election,' as the farmers were very busy with their farm work and took very little interest it. Mrs. Joe Kinney, of Atlanta, was the week-end guest of her brother, L. L. Haynes, and family. Wilson Haynes, of Brooks, will, with this issue, become a sub scriber to The News. The Rev. W. F. Dick and fam ily, formerly of Fayette county, but now of Athens, are visiting relatives in Brooks for a few days. Greater France in Africa—Wil liam Milligan Sloane, (member of American Academy of Arts and Letters.) Songs of Cheer—James Whit comb Riley. Songs of Friendship — James Whitcomb Riley. The Children’s Poets—Analyses and appraisals of the great Eng lish and American poets for chil dren—Walter Barnes. The books in the children’s room, under the direction of Mrs. Logan Wallace, have been arrang ed for the pupils in the grammar grades. The best books for each grade are placed on the shelves conven ient for the children. All necessary assistance is furn ished the child in the selection of books. se' Wesley. The many friends in this sec tion of Miss Grace Calloway, of Love Joy, are glad to know that she is resting well after her op eration for appendicitis at the Wesleyan Memorial Hospital in Atlanta and wish for her a speedy recovery. , Mrs. G. B. Wesley and Mrs. William Wesley and children spent Tuesday with ilrs. Guy Wesley. All who attended the singing at the Misses Josie and Blanche Ak in Sunday evening enjoyed it very much. I SAGETEA KEEPS When Mixed With Sulphur It Brings Back Its Beautiful --- Lustre At Once. Gray hair, however handsome, denotes advancing age. We all know the advantages of a youth ful appearance. Your hair is your charm. It makes or mars the face. When it fades, turns gray and looks streaked, just a few ap plications of Sage Tea and Sul phur enhances its appearance a hundred fold. Don’t stay gray. Look young. Either prepare fhe recipe at home or get from any drug store a bot tie of Wyedh’s Sage and Sulphur Compound, which is merely the old time recipe improved by the addition of other ingredients. Thousands of folks recommend this ready to use preparation, be cause it darkens the hair beauti fully, because no one can possibly tell, as it darkens so naturally and evenly. - You moisten a sponge or soft brush with it, drawing this through the hair, taking one small strand at a time. By morn ing the gray hair disappears; af ter another application or two, its natural color is restored and it be comes thick, glossy and lustrous, and you appear years younger.— (adv.) THE NE1 Contrary to V: J tablished by 1 the horse stage driver ent day drivers of stages to Yosemite a most truthful lot. However, once in a w _ are asked such absurdly fo questions by their tourist pa gers that they cannot refrain telling a whopper. As, for instance, the follow inspired by a particularly query: Lady Passenger: Where did these rocks come from, < ! Long Suffering Stage Pi glaciers left them there, t L. P.:And where are the I « ow i driver ? Long suffering stage pilot stand no more. L. S. S. P.: They’ve gone bat after more rocks. Special belts having red signal lights on the front and rear' are worn by the traffic police in Den- 1 ver. v M . Two in One Family Relieved By External Remedy. No Knife, 0 Pain or Stain. Mrs. Flora Estes, 13 B. Turner street, Norwich, N. Y., says: “We are 80 * rftteful for th * relie * in I iso short a time and for such a „ expenge . M y two daughters U8ed Sorbol-Quadruple and have had relief from extreme nervoua ness and difficult breathing. You can use my name an< * * w ^' '"rite to a "J °" c >1 ' Sold _ at all drug . stores . or wnte Sorbol Company, Meehanicsburg, Ohio. Locally at Mitchell Drug Co.~~<«dv.) is visiting her sister, Mrs. Addie McKinney, in Atlanta, this week. W. W. Arnall, of Griffin, has been spending? several days in Brooks with his mother, Mrs. Vara Arnall. Mr. and Mrs. William Malone, Mrs. J. B. Woods, Mrs. Collins Sibley and Miss Sara Gable rep resented the Brooks Woman’s Club at the county federation . , ,, meeting at Woolsey last week, and report a good meeting. Mrs. William Malone, of Brooks, spent the week-end at Goggans with her sister, Mrs. H. E. Wil . Jlams, and family, TRY NEWS WANT (ADS. I ; WAIT FOR THE BIG— THE -----------------1--— BEST -- 1 --—’—47’ ONE : • .-gP-SU .. . ......... . . The Famous and Always Popular . SELLS i ' . THREE-RING CIRCUS t ! 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