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Friday, November 14, 1924.
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/ WTreTteveFT^iasralry to start any
thing. I thought there seemed a
chance for me here. I went to Sir
Timothy "Well?” and I told him everytfftng.”
“Sir Timothy never turned a hair,
air. When I had finished be was
very short with me, almost curt.
TTou have behaved like a man of
sense, Walter,’ he said. *Sow
much?’ I hesitated for some time.
Then I could see be was getting im
thought patient. I doubled what I had
of first. ‘A thousand
pounds, he Went sir,’ to I safe said. In the Sir wall Timothy
a and
he counted out a thousand pounds
in notes, there and then. He
brought them over to me. ‘Walter,’
he said, ‘there is your thousand
pounds. For that sum I understand
you promise to keep what you saw
to yourself?’ ‘Yes, sir,' I agreed.
‘Take it, then,’ he said, ‘but I want
you to understand this: There have
been many attempts, but no one yet
has ever No succeeded will. in blackmailing
me. one ever I give you
this thousand pounds willingly. I(
is what you have asked for. Nevei
let me see your face again. If you
come to me starving, it will be use
less. I shall not part with another
penny. ♦ M
The man's simple way of telling
his story, his speech, seemed all to
add to the dramatic nature of his
disclosure. Francis found himself
sitting like a child who listens to a
• fairy story.
And then?” he asked simply. 1
“I went off with the money,”
Walter continued, “and I had cruel
bad luck. I put it into a pub. I
was robbed a little, I drank a little,
my wife wasn’t any good. I lost it
all, sir. I found myself destitute.
I went back to Sir Timothy.”
“Well?”
The man shifted his feet nervous
!y. He seemed to have come to
the difficult part of his story.
“Sir Timothy was as hard as
nails,” he said slowly. “He saw
me. The moment I had finished, he
rang the bell. ‘Hedges,’ he said to
the man-servant who came in, ‘this
man has come here to try and
blackmail me. Throw him out. If he
gives any trouble, send for the po
lice. If he shows himself here
again, send for the police.' “
What happened then?”
“Well, I nearly blurted out the
whole story,” the man confessed,
“and then I remembered that
wouldn't do me any good, so I went
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"Now, Just Why Have You Come to
See Me?” Francis Aeked.
away. I got a Job at the Ritz, but
I was too ill a few days afterward.
I went to see a doctor. From him
I got my death-warrant, sir.”
Is it heart?"
“It’s heart, sir,” the man ae
knowledged. <* The doctor told me
I might snuff out at any moment. I
can’t live, anyway, for more than a
year. I’ve got a little girl."
“Now, just why have you come
to see me?” Francis asked.
“For Just this, sir,” the man re
plied. “Here's my account of what
happened,” he went on, drawing
some sheets of foolscap from his
pocket “It’s written In my own
hand and there are two witnesses
to my signature—one a clergyman,
sir, and the other a doctor, they
thinking It was a will or something.
I had It in my mind to send that to
Scotland Yard, and then I remem
bered flint I hadn’t a penny to leave
my little girl. I began to wonder
think as meanly of.me«aa you Ilka.
gin—hew I could still make some
money out of this. I happened to
know that you were none too
friendly disposed toward Sir Timo
thy. This confession of mine, If
It wouldn’t mean hanging, would
mean imprisonment for the rest of
his life. You, could make a better
bargain with him than me, sir. Do
you want to hold him In your
power? If so, you can have this
confession, ail signed and every
thing, for two hundred pounds, and
as I live, sir, that two hundred
pounds is to pay for my funeral,
and the balance for my little girl."
Francis took the papers and
glanced them through.
"Supposing I buy this document
from you,” he said, “what is its
actual value? You could write out
another confession, get that signed,
and sell it to another of Sir Timo
thy’? jsnemteu. .or you could still
go to Scotland Yard yourself."
“I shouldn’t do that, sir, I assure
you,” the man declared nervously,
"not on my solemn oath. I want
simply to be quit of the whole rnat
. ter and have a little money for the
child.”
Francis considered for a moment.
“There is only one way I can
see,” he said, "to make this docu
ment worth the money to me. If
you will sign a confession that any
statement you have made as to the
death of Mr. Hilditeh is entirely
Imaginary, that you did not see Sir
Timothy in the house that night,
that you went to bed at your usual
time and slept until you were awak
ened, and that you only made this
charge for the purpose of extorting
money—if you will sign a confes
sion to that effect and give it me
with these papers, I will pay you
the two hundred pounds and I will
never use the confession unless yon
repeat the charge."
“I’ll do it, sir," the man assented,
Francis drew up a document,
which his visitor read through and
signed. Then he wrote out a check.
«< My servant shall take you to the
bank in a taxi,” he said. “They
would scarcely pay you this unless
yon were Identified. We under
stand one another?”
“Perfectly, sir! ”
Francis rang the bell, gave his
servant the neces 1 ' iry orders, and
dismissed the two men. Half an
hour later, alrear .■ changed into
flannels, he was on his way Into
the country.
CHAPTER XVIII
T -L/ ADY CYNTHIA and Sir Timo
thy st rolied after dinner that
night, where the four had gathered
at the Sanctuary, to the bottom of
the lawn and watched the punt
which Francis was propelling turn
from the stream into the river..........
“Are those two really going to
marry?” Lady lazily Cvnthia asked, mov
ing her head in the direction
of the disappearing punt,
“I imagine so. »!
“And you? What are you going
to do then?”
“I am planning a long cruise. I
telegraphed to Southampton today,
I am having my yacht provisioned
and prepared. I think I shall go
over to South America, ■
. She was silent for a moment,
“Alone?” she asked presently, he'
“I am always alone,” an
swered.
“That is rather a matter of your
own choice, is it not?”
“Perhaps so. I have always found
it hard to make friends. Enemies
seem to be more in my line.”
“I have not found it difficult to
become your friend,” she reminded
him.
You are one of my few suc
cesses,” he replied.
She leaned back with half-closed
eyes. There was nothing new about
their environment—the clusters of
roses, the perfume of the lilies in
the rock garden, the even sweeter
fragrance of the trim border of
mignonette. Away In the distance,
the night was made momentarily
ugly by the sound of a gramophone
on a passing launch, yet this dis
cordant note seemed only to bring
the perfection of present things
closer. Back across the velvety
lawn, through the feathery strips
of foliage, the lights of the Sanc
tuary, shaded and subdued, were
dimly visible. The dining-table
under the cedar tree had al
ready been cleared. Hedges, newly
arrived from town to play the ma
jor domo, was putting the finishing
touches to a little array of cool
drinks. And beyond, dimly seen
but always there, the wall. She
turned to him suddenly.
“You build a wall around ybur
life,” she said, “like the wall which
encircles your mystery house. Last
night I thought that I could see a
little way over the ...top. Tonight
you are different. »
“If I am different,” he answered
quietly, “It is because, for the first
time for many years, I have found
myself wondering whether the life
I had planned for myself, the things
which I had planned should make
life for me, are the best. I have
had doubts—perhaps I might say
regrets."
“I should like to go to South
America,” Lady Cynthia declared
softly.
He finished the cigarette which
he was smoking and deliberately
threw away the stump. Then he
turned and looked at her. His face
seemed harder than ever, dear-cut,
the face of a man able to defy fate,
but she saw something In his eye
which she had never seen before.
“Dear child,” he said, “If I could
roll back the years, If from all my
deeds of sin, as the world knows
Sin, I could cancel one, there Is
nothing In the world would make
me happier than to ask you to come
with me as m.v cherished compan
ion to Just whatever part of the
world you cared for. But I have
been playing pitch and toss with
fortune all my life, slncA the great
trouble came which changed me^so
much. Even at this moment, the
coin Is in the air which may decide
my fate
“You mean?" she ventured.
“I mean,” he continued, “that
after the event of which we spoke
last night, nothing In my life hag
been more than an incident, and I
have striven to find distraction by
means which none of you—not even
jrou, Lady Cynthia, with all y oh
breadth of outlook and all your
craving after new Usings—would
Justify. ••
(To be continued)
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Our Qaily Story j
The Name on a
Little Card
By ELAINE LE CLAIR
"Ariadne Drascoviac,” the little
card read.
Becker looked at It for a mo
ment and then stuffed it into his
pocket.
"Queer the way a woman can’t
hold on to a thing," he mused as
he piuDged into the traffic at Twen
ty-third If and West streets.
even for one day he picked
up all the handkerchiefs, cards and
gloves that women—still; they didn’t
all have names like that. She prob
ably had a right to drop her card.
Perhaps she was an actress or
an—
But James Becker was not a ro
mancer ; he was a successful busi
ness man of thirty-eight, with a wife
and two daughters. He did not
continue his day-dreaming, imme
diately.
He dodged around an oil truck
and reached the opposite corner just
as an oblong of white pasteboard
fluttered to the sidewalk. Becker,
Ijelng a gentleman, stooped to pick
up the card without first looking to
see whether the woman was
young and beautiful, He extended
it between his neatly gloved second
and third Angers. He was about
to raise his hat..
"Excuse me,” he began.
But where was she? He had no
ticed a gray squirrel coat. Ah.
there It was, being ushered into
Gleason’s through the big revolv
ing door. Well, it probably didn’t
matter. He glanced at the card:
“Ariadne Drnscoviae."
Instinctively Becker entered Glea
son’s. There was no gray squirrel
coat in sight. Aimlessly he wan
dered towards the leather goods
counter.
Ah, that was a pretty trifle! He
peered more closely at a gray vanity
case, hexagon in shape, with gold
fittings.
‘‘A woman who carried a bag like
that couldn’t lose her cards,” he re
flected.
“Only $8.50,” pleaded the clerk.
“Just the thing for someone who
has a gray costume.”
“I’ll take it,” said Becker briefly,
although he knew perfectly well
that his wife’s coat was brown.
With the vanity box under his
arm he strolled out into the sun
light. It was just 4 o’clock, He
could catch the 4:18 if he hurried.
But suppose be did go home? In
r! 1 probability Clara would be at her
club, and since this was Friday, the
girls would be at dancing class
They’d all come piling in and rage
while they ate undgrdone chops and
blue-boiled potatoes.
If Clara don’t find a new maid
soon
Still, he might as well. It was
growing cold now that the sun was
going down. If he and Cheney put
across the business deal that they
had discussed at luncheon, he’d buy
Clara” a new fur coat—gray squirrel
—-possibly.
Now and again on his way to the
station, Becker glanced down at the
sidewalk, but his search was not re
warded. The train was crowded
with women and girls who wore
coats of raccoon, possum and musk
rat, but not squirrel. Becker scaned
them, and then spread out his paper
and read until the conductor called
out something which sounded like
“See-nah Hill,” but wasn’t.
With vanity box and evening pa
per tucked under his arm, Becker
strode along the station platform
and out Into the street. Just then a
rush of wind flicked something by
the bottom of his overcoat. Drop
ping packages and paper, he
snatched at it.
Yes, it was the same name; and,
yet how could it be, here in this
place? 7
The electric lights were still dim
against the sunset and. in spite of
the cold, Becker thought that he
caught a faint whiff of that damp
ness so peculiar to an early spring
dusk. Perhaps it was this thought
which caused him to pass his own
brass-knockered door.
After three trips around the
square, fully convinced that there
were no more cards to be found, he
let himself in with his latch-key.
Sounds of rattling tins came from
the rear of the house. In the hall
way leading to the kitchen he met
hte wife.
Oh, don't come out here, Jim,
dear," she exclaimed, She came
on the 4:05. Wouldn’t it have been
funny If you had come out to
gether!”
‘Whor
The new maid, of course. »*
“Did she wear that?” He pointed
dramatically to the coat hung in the
corner.
“What? That fur coat?” And
she laughed. t • Don’t get excited.
It’s falling to pieces—and it’s lmlta
tlon, at that And, oh, Jim, dear,
it’s the fcnniest thing. She’s dumb,
and she carries cards, and you
couldn’t possibly guess her name.”
Becker thought that he could, but
somehow he didn’t care. He let her
tell him: scAvlac
"Ariadne Dra I”
(Co pyrl«ht.)
LUNATIC IS FOUND
WORKING AS BARBER
r
Worcester, Mass., Nov. 14.—A
dangerous lunatic has been shav
ing the city's most prominent men
in one of the leading barber shops
of the city during the last week.
He escaped ten days ago from
the state hospital here and was
captured today at his home. The
police then learned he had gone
straight from the hospital to the
barber shop and got a job. He
showed no signs of insanity while
at work.
Wire nails were first made in
the United States in 1852.
Experiments have provod that,
the earthworm has a memory.
ORIFFTN DAILY NEWS
PUNS PERFECTED
AT SUNNY SIDE
Proceeds to Be Used to Paint
Methodist Church—-Lots
at ’Possum.
Sunny Side, Ga., Nov. 14.—De
tails have been perfected for a
banquet at which the ladies of
Sunny Side will be hostesses in
the Sunny Side high school au
ditorium on Friday evening, No
vember 21, at 8 o’clock, the pro
ceeds of which will be applied
exclusively to the fund being
raised to paint the Sunny Side
Methodist church.
The menu will consist princi
pally of Georgia possum, which is
a sufficient guarantee of excel
lence, and the fact that the event
will be sponsored by the ladies
contributes additional charm to an
occasion, the nature of which will
proclaim it an event of interest.
Amongthe accessories used will
be juicy potatoes, creamy gravy,
rich sauce, home made pickles,
black coffee with whipped cream
and sugar and bread of all kinds.
All for the small sum of 75
cents, or one dollar per couple
of lady and gentleman.
Committees.
The following ladies are invited
to serve on the several commit
tees:
Superintending and cooking:
Mrs. Nora P. Ruff, Mrs. B. D.
Brewster.
Coffee: Mrs. J. J. Callaway,
Mrs. W. L. Nutt, Mrs. W. A.
White.
Arranging tables: Mrs. N. G.
Barfield, Mrs. P. J. Mitchell, Mrs.
P. H. Brewster, Mrs. John T.
Nutt, Mrs. Flem Dupree.
Serving: Mrs. Mary Moore,
Mrs. George P .Elder, Mrs. Jesse
Manley, Mrs. K. A. Barfield, Miss
Helen White, Miss Opal Gay.
Decorations: Miss Ida Ruff,
Miss Winifred Darsey, Mrs. H. A.
Weems, Mrs. Charles R. Griffin,
Miss Virginia Bittic.
. Selling tickets: Mrs. Jesse Man
ley, Miss Ida Ruff, Mrs. K. A.
Barfield.
Ticket collectors: Mrs. K. A.
Barfield, Miss Ida Ruff.
Music: Miss Carolyne Binford,
Miss Winifred Darsey.
The ladies on the cooking com
mittee are requested to meet at
the home of Mrs. J. A. Darsey at
9 o’clock on the morning of No
vember 21.
Other committees will meet in
the auditorium during the after
noon.
The following interesting pro
gram has been announced:
Program:
Address of Welcome, Judge J.
A. Darsey.
Toastmaster, Rev. B. L. Betts.
Toasts Five Minutes Each.
To Georgia: Judge William E.
H. Searcy.
To Spalding county, Judge L. P.
Goodrich.
To Sunny Side, Roy S. Wood,
mayor and representative-elect in
the general assembly of Georgia.
To the Griffin and Spalding
County Board of Trade, Hon. W.
„ Connor, „
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To the county officials and the
Griffin bar, Bailiff R. C. Crowder.
To the Sunny Side Methodist
church, William B. Griffin,
To “Our Fathers,” Dr. Webb
Conn.
To “Our Mothers,” Dr. John F.
Yarbrough, pastor First Metho
dist church of Griffin.
To “Our Children, "Rev. 0. K.
cull, pastor First Christian
Church of Griffin.
To “The Georgia Possum,” Jack
L. Patterson.
THERE’S A LIMIT.
Author: I have written an arti
cle entitled “What a Woman
Wants.” Can you publish it?
Publisher: I fear not.
never publish more than 16 pages.
POSTED
Has Percy anything interest
ing to say about his travels in
Europe ? tf
a Well, he can recite the guide
book by heart.”
[ Chappel News )
Mrs. Horace Chappel and son,
Junior, spent last week end with
Mr. and Mrs. A, H. Chappel.
Misses Debia Ball and Vivian
Fox visited Miss Ethel Lena Efijg
lish Sunday.
Albert Norris made a business
trip to Griffin Monday.
The many friends of Mrs. H.
L. Thornton are glad to know
that she is improving.
Mr. and Mrs. R. L. Pickering
and little grandson, Bobby G.
Phinazee, spent Saturday with
Mr. aqd Mrs. C. H. Latta.
Mrs. J. W. Goen spent Thurs
day afternoon with Mrs. D. A.
English.
Mrs. J. M. Norris had as her
guests Sunday, Mr. and Mrs. E.
T. Spruce and family, Mr. and
Mrs. M. H. Lyon and Mrs. E. C.
Bramblett.
Mr. and Mrs. Emory Trice an
nounce the birth of a boy, Novem
ber 6.
Mr. and Mrs. G. A. Phinazee,
Mrs. N. A. Pickering, G. W. Pick
ering and Misses Lottie and Haz
el Pickering were the spend-the
day guests of Mr. and Mrs. R. L.
Pickering Sunday.
Ellis and J. D. Colquitt passed
through this section Sunday after
noon.
Ben Polk and son, William Hen
ry, spent .Sunday night in Griffin
with relatives.
Emmett Willis and Arch Steel
and iCliss Sallie Mae Willis visit
ed in this section Saturday night.
Mr. and Mrs. W. P. Wallace
and family, Mrs. David Johnson
and son, Chappel, were the guests
of Mr. and Mrs. A. H. Chappel
Sunday.
Glynn Farley was a visitor in
Liberty community Sunday.
A. H. Chappel and J. A.
Spruce motored to Barnesville
Tuesday.
There will be 11 o’clock services
at Rock Springs church Sunday,
Nov. 16.
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ATTEMPTS TO SQUEEZE
WOMAN’S HAND; 90 DAYS
• Jersey City, N. J., Nov. 14.—
Joseph Goodspeed, 29, a sales
man, of Mountain Lakes, N. J.,
was sentenced to 90 days in jail
today by Judge O'Driscoll ‘for
attempting to squeeze the hand of
a woman seated next to him in
a movie theatre last night. The
woman was Mrs. Margaret Laud
er, Jersey City policewoman, who
'flashed her badge and arrested
the salesman.
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