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Friday, November 14, 1924. = * THE : EVIL t SHEPHERD H>yE.Phillip5 Oppenhehn 4C* UWircrtioiw taj jj!. % J CapyHg M fag Little .Brown., and. Company. / 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 CF L r A "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) 5 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, „ — 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. -* 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. KIRSCHBAUM CLOTHES m ■ ■i Power the Cost of dressing Well* Quality — first and last! w a HETHER double-breasted it’s a model, single-breasted the quality or that’s in a Kirschbaum suit is apparent at first glance. And that quality will re main in the suit as long as you wear it; the natural result when sound all-wool fabrics are combined with skillful tailoring, j it H L /<* *35 »*50 y' - ^ a '9-1 u* '/A < - M'S® I mm J V Superior 8 m ! Fitting Service A ML ■ \r\ Good fit » as important *• quality- It uaImc you it in your cloth** you V. / i don't m good «l». TV. why i ‘1 are mighty cartful on that point k IS to (fail itort. W« Ji mo to >t that you an thorouchly Mtu- 6ad with every cUtail 0 i our tanka. u K\ STRICKLAND-CROUCH CO. 4 The De-Pend-On Store Sa “ r^,v5 <« The Store of Dependability* ft Diamonds Are The Gift Supreme Every Jewelry piece of fl iMtham Atkinson from & is guaranteed to be exactly as if is D IAMOND and Platinum represented and Diamonds are the one gift whose welcome is al ways assured. We are offer ing many beautiful pieces pains designed with all the Infinite and artistic ability that the world’s master craftsmen can put into them. •i If it is not convenient for you to come to our store, we will send memorandum package to you. Look them over, pick out what you want and re turn the rest. Out-of-town people who have no account with us may take advantage of this by giving their references. Latham & Atkinson Jewelers and Hatinumsmiths 47 Whitehall—Atlanta Successors to Davis & Freeman ■Mail orders filled day received ! Griffin NOV. 15 SATURDAY F y. 12 PL DAILY Cl COMBINE I * pi BARBARIC, LYRICAL Opt :tacl£ ttlth 1000 People I } » Raiding Jun? gjo, M a 'ZOO-CIRCUS-HIPPODROME 400 ARENIC STARS f WORLD'S LARGEST STREET PARADE - tl MM. Tickets on sale Circus day only at Ward’s Drug Store, same price u at grounds.