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Monday, November 10, 1924. ■MWijp: THE EVIL , i (•SHEPHERD < ril>yE.PKillip5 Oppenheim nWtrotiofts v f \ by LitUa.Bi-0'wn..and Company. ■rorgeu aimer from nry Tamer, beg ging me, if I found It In any way possible, to listen to Oliver Hil ditch’s proposals, and hinting guard edly at a very serious financial crisis which it was in his power to avert. It never occurred to me or to my chaperon to question his bona fldes. He had lived under the same roof as my father, and knew all the intimate details of his life. He was fool. very * ^clever I remember and I suppose thinking I I was a was doing quite a heroic action when I went to the registrar with him. What it led to yon know.” There was a moment’s throbbing silence. Francis, .notwithstanding his deep pity, was conscious of an overwhelming sensation of relief. She had never cared for Oliver Hil ditch! She had never pretended to! He put the thought into words. “You never cared for him, then? "I tried to,” she replied simply, “but I found h impossible. Within a week of our marriage I hated b 1 ™-” Francis leaned , back, , ,. his eyes half closed. I® hi® ears was the sonor ous roar of Piccadilly, the hooting of motorcars, close at hand the rus tling of a faint wind in the elm trees, It was a wonderful moment. nightmare with which he had grap pled so fiercely, which he had over thrown* but whose ghost still some times walked by his side, had lost its chief and most poignant terror, She had been tricked into the mar rlage. She had never cared or pre tended to care. The primal horror of that tragedy which he had fig ured so often to himself, seemed to have departed with the thought. Its shadow must always remain, but in time his conscience would acquiesce ■ in the pronouncement of his reason. It was the hand of justice, not any human hand, which had slain Oliver Hilditch. “What did your father say when he discovered the truth?” he asked. “He did not know it until he came to England on the day that Oliver Hilditcli was acquitted. My hus band always pretended that he had a special mail bag going out to South America, so he took away all the letters I wrote to my father, and he took care that I received none except one or two which I know now are forgeries. He had friends in South America himself who helped him—one a typist in my father’s office, of whom I discovered rSatter. afterwards—but that really doesn’t He was a wonderful mas ter of deceit.” Francis suddenly took her hands. He had an overwhelming desire to [*V] '<*> hr “Let Us Talk About Ourselves" He Whispered. escape from the miasma of those ugly days, with .their train of. at tendant thoughts and speculations. “Let us talk about ourselves," he whispered. Rolls-Royce Presently they saw Sir Timothy’s glide up to the front door below and Sir Timothy himself enter the house, followed by another man whose appearance was some how familiar. There was a knock at the door. Hedges made his diffident appear ance. “I beg your pardon, sir,” he be gan, addressing Francla. “Sir Timo thy has been asking if you are still here. He would be very glad If you could spare him a moment in the library.” Francis rose at once to his feet. “1 was just leaving,” he said. “I will look in at the library and see Sir Timothy on my way out. *» Sir Timothy was standing upon the hearthrug of the very wonderful apartment which he called his li brary. “You asked for me. Sir Timothy," Francis said. Sir Timothy smiled. ~~ "I was fortunate to find that you had not left,” he answered. “I want you to be present at this forthcom ing Interview. You are to a certain extent In the game. I thought It might amuse you. *> Francis for the first time wi;s aware that his host was not alone. The room, with its odd splashes of light, was full of shadows, and he ■aw now that in an easy-chair a lit tle distance away from Sir Timo thy. a glrLwas seated. Behind her. still standing, with his hat in Tils hand, was a man. Francis recog nized both with surprise. <« Miss H.vslop!” lie exclaimed. She nodded a little defiantly. Sir Timothy smiled. “Ah!” he said. u You know the young lady, without a doubt. Mr. Shopland, your coadjutor'in various works of philanthropy, you recog nize, of course? I do not mind con fessing to you, Ledsam, j:hat I am very much afraid of Mr. Shopland. I am not at all sure that he has not a warrant for my arrest in his pocket. >* The detective came a little fur ther into the light. He was attired In an ill-fitting dinner suit, a soft fronted shirt of unpleasing design, a collar of the wrong shape, and a badly arranged tie. He seemed, nevertheless, very pleased with him self. “i came on here, Mr. Ledsam,’ at sir Timothy's desire,” he skid. “I should like you to understand,” he added, with a covert glance of warn mg, “that I have been devoting every effort, during the last few days,, to the discovery of your friend’s brother, Mr. Reginald Wll more.” “i am very glad to hear it," Fran els replied shortly. “The boy’s brother is one of my greatest friends. » “j have come to the conclusion,” the detective pro: uneed, “that the young man has b an abducted, and ] S being detainee! at The Walled House against his will for som-e I!!e % n \ purpose.” “in other respects,” Sir Timothy sat<1 ’ stretching out his hand to ward a cedar-wood box of cigarettes an ? selecting one, "this man seems 1 u * te sanp - I have watched him ver - !( /losel.v on . the of way here, but I co “ ' see no signs mental aber ration. I do not think, at any rate, that he is dangerous, - hlr -timotny, Shopland ex plained, with some anger in his tone, “declines to take me seriously. I can of course apply for a search warrant, as I shall do, but it oc curred to me to be one of those cases which could be better dealt with, up to a certain point, without recourse to the extremities of the law.” Sir Timothy, who had lit hi* ciga rette, presented a wholly undis turbed front. “What I cannot quite understand,” lie % said, “is the exact meaning of that wmrd ‘abduction.’ Why should I be suspected of forcibly removing a harmless and worthy young man from his regular avocation, and, as you term it, abducting him, which I presume means keeping him bound and gagged and imprisoned? I do not eat young men. I do not’ even care for the society of young men. I am not naturally a gregarious per son, but I think I would go so far, he added, with a bow toward Miss Hyslop, “as to say that I prefer the society of young women. Satisfy my curiosity, therefore, I byg of you. For what reason do you suppose that I have been concerned in the disappearance of this Sir. Reginald Wilmore?” Francis opened his Ups. hut Shop land, with a warning glance, in tervened. “I work sometimes as a private person, sir,” lie said, “but it is not to t»e forgotten that I am an officer of the law. It is not for us to state motives or even to afford explana tions for our behavior. I have watched your house at Hatch End, Sir Timothy, and I have come to the conclusion that unless you are willing to discuss tills matter with me in a different spirit, I am Justi fied in asking the magistrate for a search warrant.” / Sir Timothy sighed. “Mr. Ledsam,” he said, "I think, after all, that yours is The most in teresting end of this espionage busi ness. It is you who search for mo tives, is it not, and pass them on to our more automatic frien.?, who does the rest. May I ask, have you supplied the motive in the present case?” “I have failed to discover any mo tive at all for Reginald Wllmore’s disapp«iranee.” Francis admitted, “nor have I at any time been able to connect you, with it. Mr. Shop land’s efforts, however, although he has not seen well to take me Into his entire confidence, have my warm est approval and sympathy. Al though I have accepted your very generous hospitality, Sir Timothy, I think there has been no misunder standing between us on this mat ter. “Most correct,” Sir Timothy mur mured. The trouble seems to be, so far as I am concerned, that no one will tell me exactly of what I am suspected? I am to give Mr. Shopland the run of my house, or he will make Ms appearance in the magistrate’s court and the evening papers will have placards with mar velous headlines at my expense. How will it run, Mr. Shopland— " ‘MYSTERIOUS DISAPPEARANCE OF A YOUNG GENTLEMAN. MILLIONAIRE S HOUSE TO BE SEARCHED. » •» i We do not Necessarily acquaint the press with our procedure,” Shop land rejoined. "Nevertheless,” Sir Timothy con tinued, "I have known awkward consequences arise from a search warrant too rashly applied for or granted. However, we are scarcely being polite. So far, Miss Hyslop has had very little to say.” The yonng lady was not alto gether at her ease. “I have had very little to say,” she repeated, “because I did not ex- GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS peer *o won.ac«. Sir Timothy drew a letter from hla pocket, opened It and adjusted his eyeglass. "Here we are.” he said, 'After leaving my dinner-party tonight, 1 called at the club and found this' note. Quite an Inviting little af fair, you see—young lady’s writing, faint but very- delicate perfume, ex cellent stationery, Milan Court— the home of adventures I” Dear Sir Timothy Brast: Although I am not known to you personally, there Is a certain matter concerning which information hat come into my possession, which I should like to discuss with you. Will you call and see me as soon as possible? Sincerely yours. DAISY HYSLOP. <1 On receipt of this note,” Sir Timothy continued, folding it up, “I telephoned to the young lady, and as I was fortunate enough to find her at home I asked her to come here. I then took the liberty of in troducing myself to Mr, Shopland, whose interest in my evening has been unvarying, and whose unin vited company I have been com pelled to bear with, and suggested that, as I was on my way back to Curzon street, he had better come In and have a drink and tell me what it was all about. I arranged that he should find Miss Hyslop here, and for a person of observa tion, which I flatter myself to be. It was easy to discover the Interesting fact that Mr. Shopland and Miss Daisy Hyslop were %iot strangers. Now tell me, young lady,” Sir Timo thy went on. “You sec, I have placed myself entirely In your hands. Never mind the presence of these two gentlemen. Tell me ex actly what you wanted to say to me?” “The matter is of no great im portance,” Miss Hyslop declared, “in any case I should not discuss it be fore these two gentlemen.” “Don’t go for a moment, please, »» Sir Timothy begged, as she showed signs of departure. “Listen. I want to make a suggestion to you. There is an impression abroad that I was interested in the two young men, Victor Bidlake and Fairfax, and that I knew something of their quar rel. Y'ou were an intimate friend of young Bidlake’s and presumably in his confidence. It occurs to me, therefore, that Mr. Shopland might very well have visited in search of information, linking me up with that unfortunate affair. Hence your little note to me.” Miss Hyslop rose to her feet. She had the appearance of being very angry indeed. “Do you mean to insinuate—” she began. "Madam, I insinuate nothing, Sir Timothy interrupted sternly. *‘I only desire to suggest this. You are a young lady whose manner of liv ing, I gather, le to a certain extent precarious. It must have seemed to you a likelier source of profit to withhold any information you might have to give at the solicitation of a rich man, than to give it free gratis and for nothing to a detective. Now am I right? »» Miss Hyslop turned towards the door. She had the air of a person who had been entirely misunder stood. I wrote you out of kindness, Sir Timothy,” she said in an aggrieved manner. •. I shall have nothing more to say on the matter—to you, at any rate.” Sir Timothy sighed. ^ “You see,” he said, turning to the others, “I have lost my chance of conciliating a witness. and My check book remains locked up she has gone over to your side.” She turned around suddenly. “You know that you made Bobby Fairfax kill Victor!” she almost shouted. Sir Timothy smiled in triumph. My dear young lady,” he begged, “let us now be friends again. I de sired to know your trump card. For that reason I fear that I have been a little brutal. No; please don’t hurry away. You have .shot your bolt. Already Mr. Shopland is tyrn ing the thing over in his mind. Was I lurking outside that night,' Mr. Shopland, to guide that young man’s flabby arm? He scarcely seemed man enough for a murderer, did he, when he sat quaking on that stool in Soto’s bar while Mr. Ledsam tor tured him? I beg you again not to hurry, Miss H.vslop. At any rale wait while my servants fetch you a taxi. It was clouding over when I came in. We may even have thunderstorm. “I want to get out of this house,” Daisy Hyslop declared.. “I think you are horrible. Mr. Ledsam did oehave like a gentleman when he came to see me, and Mr. Shopland asked questions civilly. But you—” she added, turning round to Sir Timothy. “Hush, my dear,” he interrupted, holding out his hand. “Don’t abuse me. I am not angry with you—not in the least—and I am going to prove it. I shall oppose any search warrant which you might apply for, Mr. Shopland, and I think I can oppose' it with success. But I invite you two, Miss Hyslop and Mr. Led sam, to my party on Thursday night. Once under my roof you shall have carte blanche. Yon can wander where you please, knock on the walls for secret hiding places, stamp upon the floor for oubliettes. Upstairs or down, the cellars and the lofts,-the grounds and the park, the whole of my domain is for you from midnight on Thursday until four o’clock. What do you say, Mr. Shopland? Does my offer satisfy you? ■ The detpetH* hesitated. ] h I shoultf prefer an invitation for myself,” he declared bluntly, ssir '‘Alas, Timothy shook his head. my dear Mr. Shopland,” he regretted, “that is impossible! If I had only myself to consider I would not hesitate. Personally I like you. You amuse me more than anyone I have met for a long time. But tw fortunately I have m.v guests to con sider! You must be satisfied with Mr, Ledsam's report. •* Shopland stroked his stubby mus tache. It was obvious that he was not: in the least disconcerted. “There are three days between now an <L then,” he reflected. During those three days, of coarse,” Sir Timothy said dryly, "l »ha" do my best to obliterate au (To be continued) Our Daily Story Back to the Indian Camp By MYRA CURTIS LANE "What do you think, Millyl There’s an Indian girl coming to I tench school in Millport next term. Site’s got u room with Mrs. Briggs Sure, a real Indian.'' ___. . Doris Fawn was a full-blooded Indian from a western reservation. Site had been adopted by a mission ary and brought east, and after his death had qualified herself for teaching. ..She retuined only misty memories of the old days on the reservation, of the blanketed bucks and squaws, of the tribal ceremo nies. And if sometimes strange longings Stirred in her heart site remembered that she had adopted the ways of the whites. And they had always treated her as one of themselves. Pretty Doris Fawn, with her dark hair and dusky skin, wherever she went was a subject of curiosity and sympa thy. Mrs. Briggs’ motherly heart went out to the girl; siie could not do enough for her. Dickson, the senior trustee, had promised her the position when the term began. Mrs. Dickson also took a motherly interest in her. The interest of the son, Harry Dickson, was not motherly. He contrived many a meeting with her, until the girl’s heart responded. She fell passionately in love with the white man. He was a hero to her. She was to remember all her life with bitter sweetness those stolen meetings in the woods. All through that warm, bright summer they met as lovers, unsuspected by anyone. It was not until 'September was ap proaching that Harry found him self unable to meet* her as before. Pressure of business, he explained. But still the girl, with her wild nature lurking in her. frequented the woods where Harry and she had been so happy. She ioved to He in the sunshine and dream of him and of the days when he could meet her freely and ask her to become his wife. And that was how she hap pened to see Harry and Mary Pur cell strolling along the same paths arm in arm. “Harry, are you sure you love me truly?” Mary asked. And Doris Fawn concealed her self like her wild namesake, in the heart of the woods. “Because, you know, there’s been some talk about you and that In dian girl," Mary went on. “You were seen on walks together.” Absurd!” said Harry. “I don’t mind telling you, Mary, I did fall for her a little. She is an at tractive little thing. But that was before I came to care for you. And an Indian—why, that’s just what made it safe for me to jolly the girl. She knew I could never be se rious.” Doris Fawn heard it all with an incredulous face. She knew he could never be serious! He whose child she was to bear, he whom she had meant to tell, so that they could be married, and he could protect her! Suddenly she saw the trap that she had fallen Into. The race gulf that could not be crossed opened before her. ‘‘Yes, that’s really too absurd, Mary,” continued Harry. “As a mat ter of fact, I’ve been getting a llttlG tired of the girt. She made a nuisance of herself running after me.” “And you do love me, dear?” * “With all my heart, Mary?” They kissed. And Doris Fawn crouched in the thicket, sobbing heartbrokenly. After a while she crept out. Un consciously she had adopted once more the Indian walk, the Indian demeanor* All that had been su perficially white in her was gone, She made her way toward the rali roa( l station. “Running up to town, Miss Fawn?” asked the smiling ticket agent, Doris assented. * * * * * * * (,n a reservation , in the far West ^ ou nia Y see a stolid, blanketed In i’ ou mu Y see a stolid, blanketed In “ er husband’s shack. She has ae fi ulr f ci the repulsiveness of her race e a £ e - A swarm of children j play about her. The eldest, partly white, is growing to mnnhood. When the missionary stands in front of her she looks up a grunt. * ea > sae " as educated In the <l,ln f a8t , wa but v * pllose an< ^ B^ t0 e >” come tbe back missionary to In ; ‘ibey are at heart alwnya uns - “ 8 almost impossible to Dla , e white , people out of them, ” <«. mm. Wmtsrn wswwsr union.) Uncharted Rock* Are Terror to Mariners Uncharted rocks and islands of the sea have mysterious ways of dodging and befooling niapmakers. Sometimes they are dangerous. One of the worst. Lamb rock, was found about thirty years ago coming straight up to the surface in water 200 feet deep. It was like n cathedral spire and rose Canadiar straight into tlie middle of the liner lane in the St. Lawrence river. In calm weather its tip was 33 feet below the surface. This Ii a bare margin of safety, but In rough weather the rock was a lurk ing peril to any big ship that might come along. The Avocet rock, In the southern end of the Red sea, also stands in the middle of the steamer lane to India. The steomer Avocet struck It and sank In 104 fathoms. It looked like pure carelessness on the part of the captain. The British vessel Flying Fish was sent' to investigate. It could find no trace of any rock. Then an other ship, the Teddington, sank at the same place. Another British vessel went to Investigate, and it, too. could find nothing. Then a third vessel nosed about in the vi cinity for six weeks with equal tit HUCC0RS. Finally H. M, 8. Stork made an Investigation and located the rock only three hundred yard* from the place where fone The of lta rock predecessor* had an . waa cov ered by a bare fifteen feet of at low tide. SHOOTS OUT EYES OF WIFE’S LOIR Fort Valley, Nov. 10.—James W. McKenzie, 26, member of a prominent family of Montezuma, shot out the eyes of Wander An derson, garage proprietor, also of Montezuma, Sunday when he found him in company with Mrs. McKenzie in this city. McKenzie ascertained that An derson was paying some attention to Mrs. McKenzie, so he trailed them to Fort Valley “to investi gate the situation” for himself, as he explained it. He said he had heard various reports concerning the attentions of Anderson to Mrs. McKenzie. Takes Shotgun With Him. Although he possessed only one arm, McKenzie took along a short barreled shotgun. After arriving in this city Mc Kenzie parked his automobile a block away from the home where Mrs. McKenzie was rooming. He waited. A half hour after Anderson en tered Mrs. McKenzie left the house in company with Anderson, he says. It was then that McKenzie drove up to the side of the An derson car and addressing his wife, is said to have remarked, 14 I’d like to see you minute. >> a Words' Passed. , Some words were passed with and McKenzie says that thought Anderson made a as if to pull a pistol. McKenzie leveled his shotgun the weapon was discharged pulling the trigger and hold ing the gun with his Sne good arm. Two shots were fired, bothing taking effect in Anderson’s eyes. Mrs. McKenzie Screams. Mrs. McKenzie screamed and begged her husband, from w r hom she is separated, not to shoot. He made no effort to shoot her, however Immediately after the shooting McKenzie calmly drove to police headquarters where he gave him-’ self up. Willi Be Blind. Local doctor^ who attended An dersbn said that he would lose both eyes and they feared that his life was in danger. They placed Anderson in an au tomobile and rushed him to the Clinic Hospital in Macon. Self Defense Claimed. a One of us had to die,” said McKenzie last night when placed in the Houston' county jail. McKenzie indicated that Ander son had treated him rough for many months, the trouble dating back prior to April of this year when Mrs. McKenzie, one of the prettiest young women of the county, left him. »< Anderson was to blame for it all,” said McKenzie. “He broke Up my home.. f* I went to him and asked him to stay away and the last time I saw him he said that if we met again one of us would have to die. We met. <> I didn’t kill him, but he would have killed me if he had had a chance. ' j WILLING TO HELP A clergyman chose for his text the following verse: Which of you will go up with me to moth Gilead? n Then, pausing, he again again repeated the words. At last a sailor started his seat and, looking around with eyes full of indignation, claimed : “Will none of you go with gentleman? Then, hang it, I’ll myself. »» REJOICING IN SONG it What did Noah do when ark landed?” asked the teacher. • “T don’t know what Noah did, answered the rough pupil. “But I had been in bis place I’d called all hands to join in choyus of “It Ain’t Goin' to No More.” * Governor’s Chair on Tuei 1 Dentist’s Chair on Wi im Wife’s Birthday Tl j on .........-.....— New York, Nov. 10,—To be flashed on the screen before the eyes of the world as the miracle man of modern politics on Tues day, to sit Wednesday suffering from a dentist's drill and Thurs day celebrating a wife's birthday looks like a tremendous job, but Governor Smith got away with it with a smile. The governor would not permit public tribute to interfere with private celebration of his wife’s birthday. Busy Day. It was a busy day with the gov ernor and his wife. Mrs. Smith knew what days after an election meant so she surrendered the gov ernor to his political friends and went her own way. The most interesting feature for her has been opening the hundreds FIVE LESS DIVORCES IN GEORGIA IN 1923 THAN IN THE PREVIOUS YEAR Washington, Nov. 10.—The de partment of commerce announces that, according to returns receiv ed, there were in the United States, for the calendar year 1923, 1,223,825 marriages performed and 165,139 divorces granted. For the calendar year 1922, 1,129,045 marriages and 148,815 divorces were reported. In Georgia there were 2,136 more marriages in 1923 than in 1922 and five less divorces. In 1923, 37,959 marriages were performed in Georgia; in 1922 there were 35,823 marriages. Divorces in 1923 numbered 1,- 828; in 1922 there were 1,833. V* m shifting In SSL Buick gear., only a touch on the clutch pedal is needed. Buick’u clutch is the multiple disc type. It costs considerably more than the single-plate clutch still used oh many cars*--but Buick engineering i « ill spares no expense to eliminate fatigue from driving. Buick is easy to drive . SLATON MOTOR COMPANY C-, W. SLATON, Prop. 109 East Solomon St. Phone 680 When better automobiles nre t.Ut, Buick will build 'them GRIFFIN NOV. 15 lv -; ; 2 DAILY PL t8 Cl ;V>cg r. ; COMBINCO JUST H W POWID M TMCIft «WOPCMI WHWTY " 1 <&TS r/ A * B 8 ^ . Jr BARBARIC,LYRICAL SPJECTACLE With 1000 Poodle Morses Elephants Killers m hi' ' . ftaid*ni'Jurtgte-8red Man 4 ZOOC1RCUSHIPPODROME ^OO ARENIC STARS I WORLD’S LARGEST STREET RARADE - II A.M. Tickets on sale Circus day only at Ward'a Drug Store, same g0ae «s at grounds. Pmfi '-. 4:: My; ram: ‘3 Of letters and telegra husband and herself, c< iating them upon the mi the governor had » political precedent. "I’ve had lots of w presents from my hus band and my friends,” Mrs. Smith said, “but I have never had such a wonderful gift as this public expression of confidence in the nmn I married. “A Wonderful Man.” “Of course I always knew h was a wonderful man and some day people would find it out, but I didn’t know it would be as open a secret as it proved to be Tuesday. Believe me, I am happy ” Governor Smith and his family went to a show and had a gTand time. If he had been beaten would have done the same 1 which is one of the reasons why he is so hard to beat. INSULTING A RHEUMATIC ?• <* Doctor Slash is a booby,” growled old Riley Rezzidew, of Petunia. “He don’t know any ' '< v-t more than a barrel of hair.” «i He cured your rheumatiz, didn’t he?” asked Squire Peavy. Eh-yah. But—dod-darn he says rheumatiz gener’ly at tacks folks that eat too much, and— blast his fool hide—I ain’t ett more than I wanted for fif teen years or so. : NATURALLY Teacher—Why, is a giraffe’s ! neck so long ? Smart Sammy — Because its head is such a long way from its body.