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shore.
“I suppose that under the circum
stances,” Francis said, "he was pre
pared to take his risk.”
"You should know best about
that,” Sir Timothy rejoined, i
wonder whether you would mind
looking after Lady Cynthia? I
shall be busy for a few moments.”
Francis stepped across the deck
towards where Lady Cynthia had
been sitting by her host's side. They
had passed into the mouth of a tree
hung strip of the riter. The en
gine was suddenly shut off. A gong
was sounded. There was a mur
mur, almost a sob of relief, as the
little sprinkling of men and women
rose hastily to their feet and made
their way towards the companion
way. Bownstairs, in the saloon, with
its white satinvvood panels and rows
of swing chairs, heavy qurtains were
drawn across the portholes, all out
side light was shut out from the
place. At the further end, raised
slightly from the floor, was a sanded
circle. Sir Timothy made his way
to one of the pillars by its side and
turned around to face the little
company of guests. His voice,
though it seemed scarcely raised
nbove a whisper, was extraor
dinarily clear and distinct. Even
Francis, who, with Lady Cynthia,
had found seats only Just inside the
door, could hear every word he said.
“My friends," he began, “you have
often before been my guests at
sucli small fights as we have been
able to arrange in as unorthodox
manner as possible between profes
sional boxers. There has been some
novelty about them, but on the last
occasion I think it was generally
observed that they had become
little too professional, n little ultra
scientific. There was something
which they lacked. With that some
thing I am hoping to provide you
tonight. Thank you, Sir Edgar,”
he murmured, leaning down toward
his neighbor.
He held his cigarette in the flame
of a match which the other had
kindled. Francis, who was watch
ing, was puzzled at the expression
with which for a moment, as he
straightened hlntself, Sir Timothy
glanced down the room, seeking for
Lady Cynthia's eyes. In a sense it
was as though he were seeking for
something he needed—-approbation,
sympathy, understanding.
“Our hobby, as you know, has
been reality,” he continued. “That
is what we have not always been
able to achieve. Tonight I offer you
reality. There are two men here,
one an East end coster, the other an
Italian until lately associated with
an itinerant vehicle of musical pro
duction. These two men have not
outlived sensation as I fancy so
many of us have. They hate one an
■other to the death. I forget their
surnames, but Giuseppe lias stolen
Jim's girl, is living with her at
the present moment, and proposes
to keep her. Jim has sworn to have
the lives of both of them. Jim’s
career, in its way, is Interesting to
us. He has spent already six
years in prison for manslaughter,
and a year for a brutal assault upon
a constable. Giuseppe was tried
in his native country for a particu
larly fiendish murder, and escaped,
owing, I believe, to some legal tech
nicality. That, however, has nothing
to do with the matter. These men
have sworn to fight to the death,
and the girl, I understand, is willing
to return to Jim if he should be
successful, or to remain with Giu
seppe if he should show himself
able to retain her. The fight be
tween these men, my friends, has
been transferred from Seven Blais
for your entertainment. It will take
place before you here and now'
There was a little shiver
amongst the audience. Francis, al
most to his horror, was unable to
resist the feeling of queer excite
ment which stole through his veins.
A few yards away. Lady Isabel
seemed to have become trans
formed. She leaned forward in her
chair, her eyes glowing, her lips
parted, rejuvenated, dehumanize^
Francis’ Immediate companion,
however, surprised him. Her eyes
were fixed intently upon Sir Timo
thy’s. She seemed to have been
weighing every word he had
spoken. There was none of that
hungry pleasure In her face which
-ahone from the other woman's, ami
,was reflected in the faces of many
of the others. She seemed to be
bracing herself for a shock. Sir
Timothy looked toward the door
.which opened upon the sanded
space.
“You can bring your men along,"
(he directed.
■Qne of the attendants promptly
made his appearance. He was hold
ing'tiddly by the arm a man of ap
parently thirty years of age, shab
bily dressed, barefooted, without
collar or necktie, with a mass of
black (hair which looked as though
it h»4 escaped the care of any
barber lor many weeks. His com
plexion was sallow; he had high
cheekbones and a receding chin,
which gave him rather the appear
ance of a fox. He shrank ,a little
from the fights as though they hurt
his eyes, and all the time he looked
furtively hack to the door through
which in a moment or two his rival
was presently escorted. The latter
was a young man of stockier build,
iil-conditloned, and with the brutal
face of the lowest of Ids class. Two
of his front teeth were missing, and
there was a livid mark on the side
of his cheek. He looked neither
to the right nor to the left. His
eyea were fixed upon the other man.
and they looked death.
“The gentleman who first ap
pea rsd," Sir Timothy Observed.
stepping up into the sanoea space
but still half facing the audience,
“Is Giuseppe, the Lothario of this
little act. The other is .Tim, the
wronged husband. You know their
story. Now, Jim,” he added, turn
ing toward the Englishman, “I put
in your trousers pocket those
notes, two hundred pounds, you will
perceive. I place in the trousers
pocket of Giuseppe here notes to
the same amount, I understand
you have a little quarrel to fight
out. The one who wins will natu
rally help himself to the other’s
money, together with that other
little reward which I Imagine was
the first cause of your quarrel.
Now ... let them go.”
Sir Timothy resumed his seat and
leaned back in leisurely fashion.
The two attendants solemnly re
leased their captives. There was
a moment’s inten^p silence, The
two men seemed fencing for po
sitions. There was something
stealthy and horrible about their
movements as they crept around
one another. Francis realized what
it was almost ns the little sobbing
breath from those of the audience
who still retained any emotion,
showed him that they, too, foresaw
what was going to happen. Both
men had drawn knives from their
belts. It was murder which had
been let loose.
Francis found hiutself almost im
mediately upon hit ,'eet. His whole
being seemed to be crying out for
interference. Lady Cynthia’s death
white face and« pleading eyes
seemed like the echo of his own
passionate aversion to what was
taking place. Then he met Sir Tim
othy’s gaze across the room and
he remembered his promise. Un
der no conditions was he to protest
or interfere. He set his teeth and
resumed .ills heat. The fight was
on. There were little sobs and
tremors of excitement, strange
banks of silence. Both men seemed
out of condition. The sound of
their hoarse breathing was easily
heard against the curtain of spell
bound silence. For a time their
knives stabbed the empty air, but
from tiie first the end seemed cer
tain. The Englishman attacked
wildly. His adversary waited his
time, content with avoiding the
murderous blows struck at him,
striving all the time to steal under
neath the other’s guard, And
then, almost without warning, it
was all over. Jim was on his hack
in a crumpled heap. There was
a horrid stain upon his coat. The
other man was kneeling by his side,
hate, glaring out of his eyes, guld
ing all the time the rising and fall
ing of his knife. There was one
more shriek—then silence—only the
sound of the victor’s breathing an
he rose slowly from his ghastly
task. Sir Timothy rose to his feet
and waved his hand. The curtain
went down.
“On deck, if you please, ladiea
and gentleman,” he said calmly.
No one stirred. A woman began
to sob. A fat, unhealthy-looking
man in front of Francis reeled over
In a dead faint. Two other of the
guests near had risen from their
seats and were shouting aimlessly
like lunatics. Even Francis was
Conscious of that temporary impris
onment of the body due to bis lac
erated nerves. Only the clinging of
Lady Cynthia to his arm kept hlna
from rushing from the spot.
“You are faint?" lie whispered
hoarsely.
“Upstairs—air.” she faltered.
They rose to their feet. The
sound of Sir Timothy’s voice
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For a Time Their Knives Stabbed
the 'Empty Air, but From the
First the End Seemed Certain.
reached Ahem ns they ascended the
stair*.
“On deck, everyone, if you
please," lie insisted. “Refresh
ments are being served there.
There are Inquisitive people who
watcli my launch, and It I* inadvis
able to remain here long,”
People hurried out then as
though their one desire was to es
cape from the scene of the tragedy.
Lady Cynthia, still clinging to
Francla’ arm, led him to the further
most corner of the launch. There
were real tears in her eyes, her
breath was coming In little sobs.
"Oh, It was horrible I” she cried.
it Horrible! Mr. Ledsam—I can’t
BRM‘EAILY NEWS
it I never want to speak to
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One final horror arrested for a
the sound of voices' There
n dull splash In the river.
had been thrown over
The orchestra began to play
music. Conversation sudden
shaking like an espen lea*, was
drinking champagne out of the hot
Everyone seemed to be trying
to outvie the other in loud conver
in outrageous mirth. Lady
with a glass of champagne
in her hand, leaned back toward
Francis.
“Well,” she asked, “bow are you
feeling, Mr. Ledsam?”
“As though I had spent half an
hour in h—1,” he answered.
She screamed with laughter.
"Hear this man," she called out,
“who will send any poor ru gamut
fin to the gallows if his fee is large
enough! Of course,” she added,
turning back to him, “I ought tb re
member you are a normal person,
and tonight's entertainment was
not for normal persons. For my
self I am grateful to Sir TJnjpthy.
For a few moments of this aching
aftermath of life, 1 forgot,”
Suddenly all the lights around
the launch flamed out, the music
stopped. Sir Timothy came up on
deck. On either side of him was a
man in ordinary dinner clothes. The
babel of voices ceased. Everyone
was oppressed by some vague like
ness. A breathless silence ensued.
“Ladies and gentlemen,” Sir Thn
othy said, and once more the smile
upon his lips assumed its most
mocking curve, “let me introduce
you to the two artists who have
given us tonight such a realistic
performance, Signor Giuseppe
Elito and Signor Carlos Mariini. I
had the good fortune,” he went on,
“to witness this very marvelous
performance in a small music hall
in Palermo, and I was able to in
duce the two actors to pay us a
visit over here. Steward, these
gentlemen will take a glass of cham
pagne. l
The two Sicilians raised their
glasses and bowed expectantly to
the little company. They received,
however, a much greater tribute to
their .performance than the ap
plause which they had been expect
ing. There reigned everywhere a
deadly, stupefied silence. Only a
half-stifled sob, btoke from Lady
Cynthia’s lips as she leaned over
the rail, her face buried in her
hands, her whole frame shaking.
CHAFTER XX
F ItANCIS and Margaret sat In the
rose garden on the following
morning. Their conversation was a
little disjointed, as the conversa
tion of lovers in n seel tided and
beautiful spot slioulfl be, but they
came back often to the subject of
Sir Timothy.
“If I have misunderstood your
father,” Francis declared, “and I
admit that I have, it has been to
some extent his own fault. To me
he was always the deliberate
scoffer against any code of morals,
a rebel against the law even if not
a criminal in actual deeds. I hon
. believed ... .that , the , Walled _ .
House was the scene of dlsrep
! l e orgies, that your father was
behind i‘ air fax in that cold-blooded
n^rder, and that he was responsi-
80I ' J0 sinister way for the
disappearance of Iteggie Wilrnore.
yjost of these things seem to have
been slmma, like the fight last
night.
She moved uneasily in her place.
“I am glad I did not see that,”
she said, with a shiver.
“I think," he went on, “that the
reason why your father insisted
upon Lady Cynthia’s and my pres
ence there was that he meant it as
a sort ©f allegory. Half the vices
in life he claims are unreal.”
Margaret passed her arm through
his and leaned a little toward him.
41 St you knew just one tiling I
have never told you." stie confided,
“I think that you would feel sorry
for him. I do, imore and more
every day, because in a way that
■one thing is my .fault. ••
Notwithstanding rthe warm sun
shine, she suddenly shivered. Fran
cis took her hands in his. Thej;
were cold and lifeless.
“I know that one thing, dear,” he
told her quietly.
She looked at him stonily. There
was a questioning fear in her eyes.
“Ton know—”
“I know that your father killed
Oliver HfKfitch.”
Site suddenly brake out into a
strewn of words. There was passion
In her tone and in her eyes. She
was almost the aecw«r.
“My father was right, then !” she
exclaimed. “He told roe this morn
ing that he believed that it was to
you or to your friend at Scotland
Yard that Waiter had told his story.
But you didn’t know—you don't
know how terrible the temptation
was—how—you see I say it quite
coolly—how ©liver HI hi itch de
served to die. He was trusted by
my father in South America a»rt ;he
deceived him, he forged the letters
which induced tne to marry him. It
was part of his scheme of revenge.
This was the first time we had any
.of us met since. I told my father
the truth that afternoon. He knew
for the first time how my marriage
came about. My husband had
prayed me to keep silent. I re
fused. Then he became like a
devil. We were there, we three,
that night after you left, and
Francis, as I live, if my father had
not killed him, I should have!"
“There was a time when I be
'lieved that you had," he reminded
her. “1 didn't behave like a peda
gogic upholder of the letter of the
law then, did I?”
She drew closer to him.
• • You were wonderful,” she whis
pered.
“Dearest, your father has noth
ing to fear from me." he assured
her tenderly. “On the contrary, I
think that I can show him the way
to safety."
She rose impulsively tn her feet.
“He will be here directly," she
said. “He promised to come across
at hnlf-past twelve. Let us go and
meet him. But, Francis—
For a single moment she crept in
to his arm*. Their lip* met, her
•yes shone into hi*. He held her
sway from him a moment Inter. The
(To bo continued)
Our Daily Story 1
Her Dining-Room
Experience
By CLARISSA MACKIE
Alice Glyndon slowly crossed the
campus toward Barry hall, where
she had lived during her college
life. Barry hall was occupied by
girls who came from well-to-do
families. Alice had belonged to this
set for three years of her stay at
Borland, and now at the close of
her junior year she was confronted
with a dreadful problem. The last
year had been a bitter one for the
Glyndons. Alice’s father had lost
everything except the fine old home,
and was straining to rebuild his fal
len fortunes; Sam, the ouly sen,
was valiantly carrying on the ex
penses of the Glyndon home, and
Mrs. Glyndon had just written to
her daughter what Alice's siiure of
the burden would he.
. . And if you return to
Borland In September yon will have
to provide the funds out of your
own earnings. It hurts me to write
this, dear, but I know you will not
add another straw to the burden
your father is carrying. I remember
when we were at Mountain Crest
one year there were a number of
charming college girls, and boys,
to# waiting on the tables . . .
you will have little.......jyirl, to put your pride in
your pocket, and I am
sure the Glyndons Will be proud of
you if you win . your own way
through. . . »*
.* Wait on table during vacation!”
The preposterous thought took pos
session of Alice and made her
wretched during those last days of
her junior year. Back of the Glyn
don pride was another reason why
she shrank from working during the
summer vacation—the reason Was
Bruce Harden, who she felt sure
would not npprove of It. Bruce was
at Yale and working for his degree
next year. She had hoped that he
would spend a part of his vacation
at some resort where the Glyndons
would be—and—Bruce was growing
to fill a great deal of Alice’s
thoughts these days. They corre
sponded and she feit sure that
Bruce—some day—then she blushed
hotly and hurried into Barry halt
What would Bruce think of her
working in a hotel dining room?
She never confided in him this
last problem and finally she stopped
This was her last sacri-
to the Glyndon pride. She
even opened the last letters
came from him—she put them
In her trunk.
Then one June day she went to
vocational bureau—and the first
July she became one of twenty
five college girls who were employed
In the Glacier hotel. July slipped
away, and with August came the
opening of the new annex, where
dining room was to have a corps
of college student-waiters.
“They are to be men, my dear,”
said Betty Smith, who occupied a
tiny room with, Alice. “I know one
of them, Jimmie Tane. I am hoping
to see a little bit of fun noW and
then. *»
That was the day Alice Glyndon
put her pride in her pocket and
buttoned it tightly. Becailse she
knew what perfect service meant,
she was able to render it, and when
she, received her first pay envelope
she cried with the joy of working.
Then, orie glorious evening in
August, when she sat on the shore
of the lake, enjoying the cool breeze
that made her white wool skirt and
orange sweater acceptable, she
heard Bruce’s voice—he was ask
ing a question—and some one was
directing him; she wondered what
a guest of the hotel was doing in
this section, which was reserved for
the employees. When she saw him,
bareheaded, big and brown the in his
white flannels, walking to wa
ter’s edge, she could have reached
out her hand and touched him. Then
he deliberately turned and saw her.
Suddenly joy came into her heart
as their eyes met and his dark eyes
were glad.
“Alice!” he exclaimed.
She smiled lip at him. “I am glad
to s'ee you, Itruee.”
“May I Jed sir here beside you?”
She flu a little as she moved
along the rock. “I must tell you
cobt^here—It jjoests are not supposed to
Is reserved for hotel
employees.”
So I understood,” he said quiet
ly, as he sat down. “I wonder why
you are here, instead of dancing on
th V e aT J |
worklng here,” and she
told him about the Glyndon pride j
. * I.rthaTwmy you * stopped writing
to me?”
I am working here myself-walt
ing on table in the annex—some
waiter, I am, too!” He juggled a*
Imaginary tray. They both laugflied.
“I wonder why you are here."
she said after awhile.
“The Hardens always earn their
,own way through college,” he boast
,ed. “Bad takes the money we save
and helps some-ehap who real
■ly needs a lift—you would be sur
prised to see the good the money
can do. '
<> Will you take me out on the
lake, Bruce? she asked after
awhile.
And on the lake, in the moonlight,
with the wind singing in the thick
pines that clothed the shore, they
planned a ,wpnderful future. Alice
refused to allow him ’o purchase an
engagement ring, but she did accept
a lover’s knot of gold that he wore
on a little finger.
“When you can afford It—paid for
out of money you have earned—you
may buy me another," she prom
Ised. “That is a new pride that
has replaced the foolish Glyn<ku> ■
priciel”
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our list of plays, said Mr. Storm -1
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ager. • • But you’ll have to cut out
some of the last act. I’m catering
to a polite public and we don’t
stand for any more of these bed
room scenes. »»
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LTHOUGH it deals with some of the in
teresting problems of married life, it is not,
strictly speaking, a problem novel. It is
of all an absorbing story, with characters
much alive, natural and appealing.
dramatic incidents come into the lives of all
everyday folks—probably more tensely
than those experienced by the more
class—this story will have a keen interest for
of men and women of today. The
has given it the stirring qualities and the
of heart-interest for which her books are
Read This Record of a Lovely Wife and
Puzzling Genius of a Husband Serially in
THE DAILY NEWS
Starting Thursday
West Griffin
Saturday evening at 7 o’clock
„ Mrs Ida r . „ Codle ,. , s Sunda _ , y schfad , ,
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class of intermediate boys and
* ,rls - , of , 0ak „ . H '» church , , K ave a
supper at her home. The decora
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Uons were a11 ,, y ellow ,, and , whlte ,
and the girls who served were
dressed in y ellow and white -
These are the class colors. Gertie
Hand and LuciIe ^“ a< h had
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charge of the door and each per
son payed as he entered - Be *
tween 75 and 100 persons were
p nt ’ The amount cleared, , ,
which will go to the benefit of
nul 0ak , HlU Hill church wa * * 20 , 75 r The
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girls who assisted Mrs. Codie in
were Nellie ElUa^rine
,
Norton, Nettie Sue Nichols, Beu
lah Sparks, Allie Lee Croy, Lou
ise Sleigh, Clyde Lifsey, Nellie
Hand, Louise Harris, Marie Har
ris, Grace Jackson and Bernice
Sparks,
Miss Effie .Crowder spent the
week-end with Mrs. J. R. Lifsey.
Mrs. Aiethia Coker is spend
n wek with her son and
daughter K Mr and M Mrs R ’ \V W ’ I
Pulliam,
Mrs. Emily Turl, of Concord,
spent the week-end with her
mother, Mrs. J. H. Nichols.
Sam Cunningham went to
Thotnaston Sunday.
Mrs. Charlie Stapleton spent the
week-end with her sister. Mrs.
Walter Payne.
Robert Lifsey spent the week
end in Brooks.
The many friends of Mrs. De
lia Lewis will be sorry to hear
TEN MEN HELD ViiSSS:
FOR DEATH OF ... ; -. ' . ■ -
Buchanan, Ga., Nov. 18.— With
ten men in jail here in connection
with the investigation of the fatal
shooting Thursday W
night of Mr*.
Robert Stewart, preliminary hear
ings are expected Tuesday or ■ .
Wednesday, at Draketown.
Mrs. Robert Stewart was shot
during an attempt to abduct her
husband, known as the “raiding
parson” as the result of his ac
tivities against violators of the
prohibition law.
Alibis.
Jeff Henderson, of Paulding
county, say that he and his two
sons, Otis and Herbert, were at
home several miles away at the
time of the shooting and will be
able to establish alibis.
Calvin and Tom Bishop also lay
claim to having been elsewhere
than at the scene of the shooting
and say they will be able te
establish this.
Tom Gober denies any knowl
edge of the crime and says he
was at home, several miles away. !
S. C. Hesterly, 16, also denies
that he was present or that he
knows anything of the crime.
John Carter, who lives f >'at Rock-'
mart, in Polk county, says he
knows nothing of the trouble.
George Hutcheson, also of Polk
county, has made no statement
Emmett Hollis, of Haralson 1
county, is the tenth prisoner.
Search Continued.
Search for other member* ol
j the gang was in progress yester- i;
that she is seriously ill at her
home.
Will Parker spent Sunday in
Atlanta.
People of Switzerland like
American made rubber shoes, and
buy more than 140,000 pairs a
year.
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Raja El Naji Ba-Kali is
modem Osman Digna. He
with all the fury of
W uzzy in holding the sacred
of Xeuca, Morocco, for 25
in the face of a savage
But unlike ‘Fuzzy Wuzzy,”
fought on the side of the
lievers. He lias been
by the Spanish government
hb courageous defense of the city
•gainst besieging rebel forces, en
abiing General Serrano of
Spanish forces to break the rebel
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Mr. Stewart, who assisted in :
round up of the ten men ir
was not a member of tho
today, having temporarily
the hunt to attend f t
neral services of his wife. Thi o
were held tn a little mount tit
North Georgia community fro; •
which she departed several years f*
ago as the wife of a “circuit
rider. »» H
Simple Exercises. ■
Simple and appropriate exer
cises marked the burial.
Tributes were paid to her mem
ory and her last act—the sacri- ill
fice of her life to save her hus
band—was eu !ogized. Similar
eulogies were heard in the many '
churches of the North Georgia
conference Sunday, and in all she
was referred to as a heroine, a
martyr and a victim of “lawless
ness, liquor manufacturing and
liquor drinking. »>
POWERFUL!
North—Did Henry leave an at
tractive widow?
West—Yes; he had f50,000 life
insurance.
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is now located at t
115 WEST TAYLOR ST.
(Formerly W. L. Harris Place)
Staple and Fancy
Groceries
SERVICE—QUALITY
Prompt Delivery
ARCHER
PHONE 1068
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