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Wednesday, November 19, 1924.
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cnange ras amazing, ane was no
longer a tired woman. She had
become a girl again. Her eves
were soft with happiness, the little
lines had gone from about her
mouth, she walked with all the
spring of youth and happiness.
“It Is marvelous,” she whispered.
hlh fee happy e Zv d »^ again. that 1 Sh0Uld ever
wMfk 5r |«a roSSe 0,1 f to Af the fustlc lawn. bridge Lady
meet Ik them. came She out showed of the house no signs to
of fatigue, but her eyes and her
tone were full of anxiety.
Margaret she cried, “do you
know that the hall is filled with
your father’s luggage, and that the
car is ordered to take him to South
ampton directly after lunch?”
Margaret and Francis exchanged
glances.
“Sir Timothy may change his
mind,” the latter observed. “I have
news for him directly he arrives.”
On the other side of the wall they
heard the whinnying of the old
mare, the sound of galloping feet
from all directions.
“Here he comes 1” Lady Cynthia
exclaimed. “I shall go and meet
him.”
Francis laid his hand upon her
arm.
“Let me have a word with him
first,” he begged.
She hesitated.
“You are not going to say any
thing—that will make him want to
go away?”
“I am going to tell him some
thing which I think will keep him
at home.
Sir Timothy came through The
postern-gate, a moment or two
later. He waved his hat and crossed
the lawn in their direction. Francis
went alone to meet him and, as he
drew near, was conscious of a little
shock. His host, although he held
himself bravely, seemed to have
“I want one word with you, sir,
In your study, please,” Francis said.
-----------Sir Timothy shrugged his shoul
ders and led the way. He turned
to wave his hand once more to Mar
garet and Lady Cynthia, however,
and he looked with approval at the
luncheon table which a couple of
servants were laying under the
cedar tree.
"Wonderful thing, these alfresco
meals,” he declared. “I hope Hedges
won’t forget the maraschino with
4 the melons. Come into den,
my
Ledsani.
He led the way in courtly fash
ion. He was the ideal host lead
ing a valued guest to his sanctum
for a few moments’ pleasant con
versation. But when they arrived
In the little beamed room and the
door was closed, his .manner
changed. He looked searchingly,
almost c-hallengingly at Francis.
“You have news for me?” he
asked.
“Y'es !" Francis answered.
Sir Timothy shrugged his shoul
ders. He threw himself a little
wearily into an easy-chair. His
hands strayed out toward a ciga
r.ette box. He selected one and lit
it.
"I expected your friend, Mr.
Shopland,” he murmured. "I hope
he is none the worse for his duck
ing.”
“Shopland is a fool,” Francis re
plied. ‘‘He has nothing to do with
this affair, anyway. 1 have some
thing to give you, Sir Timothy.”
He took the two papers from his
pocket and handed them over.
“I bought these from John Wal
ter the day before yesterday,” he
continued. I gave him two hun
dred pounds for them. The money
was Just In time. He caught a
steamer for Australia late In the
afternoon. I had this wireless from
him this morning.”
Sir Timothy studied the two docu
ments. read the wireless. There
was little change in his face. Only
for a single moment his lips quiv
•ered.
‘What does this mean? he
a*ked, rising to his feet with the
■documents in his hand.
“It means that those .papers are
yours to do what you like with. I
drafted the second ©Be so that you
should be absolutely secure against
sny further attempt at blackmail.
As a matter of fact, though, Wal
ter is on his last legs. I doubt
whether he will live to land In
Australia. «»
“You know that killed Oliver
“You Know That 'Killed Oliver
HilditchT” Sir Timothy Said, .Hi*
Eye* Fixed Upon the Other**.
Hlldlteh ?“ Sir Timothy said, his
eyes fixed upon the other’s.
“I know that you killed Oliver
Htlditch, » » Francis repeated. “If I
had been Margaret’s father, I think
that I should have done the same. H
Sir Timothy seemed suddenly
very much younger. The droop of
his lips was no longer pathetic.
There was a little humorous twitch
there.
“You, the great upholder of the
law?” he murmured.
“I have heard the story of Oliver
Hilditeh’s life,” Francis replied. "I
was practically responsible for sav
ing him from the gallows. I repeat
what I have said. And if you
.will—"
He held out his hand. Sir Timo
thy hesitated for one moment. In
stead of taking it, he laid his hand
upon Francis’ shoulder.
“Ledsam,” he said, “we have
thought wrong things of one an
other. I thought you a prig, moral
to your finger-tip* with the morality
of the law gnd the small places.
Perhan* I w>* templed for that tea-
crossed the lawn and the rustic
bridge, almost in silence, passing
underneath the pergola of roses to
the sheltered garden at the further
end. Then Laxly Cynthia paused.
"You are not going to South
America,” she pleaded, “alone?’’
Sir Timothy took her hands.
“My dear,” he said, ‘‘listen,
please, to my confession. 1 am a
fraud. I am not a purveyor of new
sensation* for a decadent troop of
weary, fashionable people. I am a
fraud sometimes even to myself. I
have had good luck In material
thing*- I have had bad luck la the
preclou*, the sentimental side of
Ufa It has mad* something iIjji
son of to give . ,-u a wrong lmpredfcon
myself, But you must unfler
stand this: Though I have had 1 my
standard and lived up to It all my
life, I am something of a black
sheep. A man stole my wife. I did
not trouble the law court*. I killed
him.”
HI have the hlood of generations
of lawyers in my veins,” Francis
declared, “but I have read many a
divorce case In which I think It
would have been better and finer If
the two men bad met as you and
that man met.”
“I wa8 bom wlth the , ov * of
fighting in my bones,’’ Sir Timothy
went on. “In my younger days I
fought In every small war In the
Southern hemisphere. I fought, as
you know, In our own war. I have
loved to see men fight honestly and
fairly.”
“It Is a man's hobby,” Francis
pronounced.
“I encouraged you deliberately to
think,” Sir Timothy went on, "what
half the world thinks—that my
Parties at the Walled House were
mysterious orgies of vice. They
have ’ as a ma 'tter of fact, never
beeD anything of the sort. The
tragedies which are supposed to
hflv * takeli Place on my launch
have been Justus much mock trage
dies as last night’s, only I have
not previously chosen to take the
audiences Into my confidence. The
greatest pugilists ir the world have
fought In my gym- isium, often, if
you will, under 111 gal conditions,
but there has never been a fight
that was not fair.”
“I believe that,” Francis said.
"And there is another matter for
which I take some blame,” Sir Tim
othy went on, “the matter of Fair
fax and Victor Bidlake. They were
-neither of them young men for
whose loss the world is any the
worse. Fairfax to some extent im
posed on me. He tyas brought to
t he W alled House by a friend who
shtrtrtd have known better. He
sought my confidence. The story
he told was exactly that of the
mock drama upon the launch. Bid
lake had taken his wife. He had no
wish to appeal to the courts, He
wished to fight, a point of view with
which I entirely sympathized. I
arranged a fight between the two.
Bidlake funked it and never turned
up. My advice to Fairfax was.
whenever he met Bidlake, to give
him the soundest thrashing he
could. That night at Soto’s I
caught sight of Fairfax some time j ,
before dinner. He was talking to
the woman who had been his wife,
and he had evidently one'side. been drinking.
He drew me on ‘Tonight,’
he told me, ‘I am going to settle ac
counts with Bidlake.’ ‘Where?’ 1
asked. ‘Here,’ he answered. He
went out to the theater, I upstairs
to dine. That was the extent of the
knowledge I possessed which en
abled me to predict some unwonted
happening that night. Fairfax was
a toedrugged, and bedrunken de
cadent who had not the courage af
terward to face what he had done.
That Is all.”
The „ , hand , slipped .. . from . _ Francis , ,
shoulder. Francis, with a smile,
held out his own. They stood there ’
for a moment with clasped hands—
a queer, detached moment, as it
seemed to Francis, in a life which
during the last few months had
been full of vivid sensations. From
outside came the lazy sounds of the
drowsy summer morning-the dls
taut humming of a mowing ma
chine, the drone of a reaper In the
field beyond, the of birds
in the trees, even the soft lapping
of the stream against the stone
steps. The man whose hand he was
holding seemed to Francis to have
become somehow transformed. It
was as though he had dropped a
mask and were showing a more hu
man. a more kindly self. Francis '
wondered no longer at the halting
gallop of the horses in the field.
“You’ll be good to Margaret?”
Sir Timothy begged. "She’s had a
wretched time.”
Francle smiled confidently. i
“I’m going to make up for it, sir,”
he promised. “And this South
American trip,” he continued, as
they turned toward the French win
dows, “ymi’ll call that off?”
Sir Timothy hesitated.
“X am not quite *ure." ___________
When they reached the garden.
Lady Cynthia was alone. She
scarcely glanced at Francis. Her
eyes were anxiously fixed upon his
companion.
“Margaret has gone In to make
the cocktails herself, she ex
plained. We have both sworn off
absinth* for the rest of our lives,
and we know Hedges can’t be
trusted to make one without."
“I'll, go and help her,” Francis
declared.
Lady Cynthia passsed her arm
through Sir Timothy’*.
“I want to know about South
America,” she begged. “The sight
of those trunks worries me."
Sir Timothy’s casual feply was
obviously a subterfuge. They
Dewey Moore is visiting at the
home of his aunt, Mrs. C. H.
Jones.
Miss Rilla Belle Kent visited
Mrs. R. C. Howard Sunday.
Hewlitt Thomas spent Sunday
in Atlanta.
Mr. Parham, of Hapeville, vis
ited his children, Mr. and Mrs.
S. E. Jones, Saturday, remaining
over until Sunday., Mr. and Mrs.
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
fTfTi. *1 cnaracWk ol me, *e fH*
surface at any rate. I am really a
simple, elderly man who lores fresh
air, clean, honest things, games,
and a healthy life. I hare no am
bitions except those connected with
sport. I don’t even want to climb
to the topmost niches In the world
of finance. 1 think yon have looked
at me through the wrong-colored
spectacles. You have had a whimsi
cal fancy for a character which
does not exist.”
*« What I have seen,” Lady Cyn
thia answered, “I have seen through
no spectacles at all—with my own
eyes. But what I have seen, even,
does not count. There Is something
else.
“I am within a few weeks of my
fiftieth birthday,” Sir Timothy re
"mlnded her, “and you, I believe, are
twenty-nine.”
"My dear roan,” Lady Cynthia
assured him fervently, “you are the
only person in the world who can
keep me from feeling forty-nine.”
“And your people—”
“Heavens! My people, for the
first time in their lives, will count
me a brilliant success,” Lady Cyn
thia declared. “You’ll probably
have to lend dad money, and I shall
be looked upon as the fairy child
who has restored the family for
tunes. ■
Sir Timothy leaned a little to
ward her.
“Last of all,” he said, and this
time his voice was not quite so
steady, “are you really sure that
you care for me, dear, because I
have love d you so long and I have
wanted you so badly, and it is so
hard to believe—”
It was the moment, It seemed to
her, for which she had prayed. She
was In his arms, tired no longer,
with all the splendid fire of life In
her lovellt eyes and throbbing
pulses. Around them the bees were
humming, and a soft summer breeze
shook the roses and brought little
wafts of perfume from the carna
tion bed.
“There Is nothing in life,” Lady
Cynthia murmured brokenly, “so
wonderful as this.”
Francis and Margasret came out
from the house, the former carrying
a silver tray. They had spent a
considerable time over their task,
but Lady Cynthia and Sir Timothy
were still absent. Hedges followed
them, a little worried.
"Shall I ring the gong, madam?”
he asked Margaret. “Cook has
taken such pains with her om
elette.”
I think you had better, Hedges,"
Margaret assented.
The gong rang out—and rang
again. Presently Lady Cynthia and
Sir Timothy appeared upon the
bridge and crossed the lawn, They
were walking a little apart. Lady
Cynthia was looking down at some
roses whidh she had gathered. Sir
Timothy’s unconcern seemed a trifle
overdone. 'Margaret laughed very
softly,----
A stepmother, Francis!" she
whispered “Just fancy Cynthia as
a stepmother!”
•TTIIE END]
EXPERIMENT
MRS. HATTIE WILSON
Correspondent
Among those visiting the home
°* ‘Mr. and Mrs. I. D. Goodman
Sunday were their parents, Mr.
and , Mrs tTT w F Butler , and fam
- - -
ily, of Williamson, and A. B.
„ , of Lowry, T
Mrs. Thad Smith spent Sunday
with Mrs. Nellie Crowder, of
East Griffin.
Mrs. Qllie Brannon and ehil
dren, with Mrs. Mary Crowell, ’
called on Mrs. Emma Perdue
Sunday afternoon,
Miss Hattie Bailey, who is at
the , 1 ,. rvuv;. Gnffm hos 1 P ,tal .
. 18 improwng
after a recent operation,
M,SS Gerre11 Spurhn u has re
turned to her home after visit
ing friends and relatives at Con
cord.
All mothers whose children at
tend the Kincaid-Lowell school at
Experiment are invited by the
principal, Miss Louise Ellis, to
visit the school one day this
week. She lets you decide on
which day to visit. Come on the
day that is most convenient to
you. It is national education
week and the teachers will be
glad for the mothers to visit the
school this week. Come, your
visit will be made very interest
ing.
Miss Mary Jackson and A. U.
Yarbrough visited at the Orphans
Home Sunday.
Miss Hazel Howard, of 303
Belle street, spent Saturday and
Sunday with Miss Grace Stubbs,
of Experiment.
Mr. and Mrs. C. H. Jones and
two children, M'ias^ Sadie and
Jessie Jones, were guests at a
lovely birthday dinner at the
home of their children, Mr. and
Mrs. J. C. Smith, of near Wool
sey.
Husband—You accuse me of
reckless extravagance. When did
I ever make a useless purchase?
Wife—Why, there’s that fire ex
tinguisher you bought a year ago.
We’ve never used it once.
Our Daily Story
Woman Who Tired
of Men
By ELIZABETH GOODRIDGE
‘‘That big new building up on
the hill yonder? Wasn't there last
time you were In these parts, four
years ago? I guess you're right.
It's quite a> bit of a story, though.
You see, it served Its purpose and
“djut I'm beginning at the wrong
end.
“Last time you were here we
talked about the number of unmar
ried women In New England, didn’t
we? You asked why some of ’em
didn’t emigrate. You see, though,
they say there are two women for
every man In this part of New Eng
land, some of ’em ought to have got
married.
There was that Elsie Wlnton,
whom Zeke Smith had been court
ing off and on for twenty years or
so. Well, after a time Elsie natur
crastinating ally got tired of him and his pro
ways, and Molly Bowen,
about whom there had been some
talk concerning Ed Green, the ho
tel man. He didn’t come up to the
scratch. And there was Winnie
Custance, and Jenny White, and
Nell Pringle—they didn’t get their
beaux any further than the ice
cream counter, and that’s how the
Idea came about.
The folks in Boston thought at
flrst It was a nunnery. The Chron
lele sent one of Its reporters down
to see, but he didn’t get any further
than the wicket before Elsie Win
ton’s face stopped him. She ex
plained the matter to him as she
slammed It. ‘Just a few New Eng
land women who have got tired of
men and have decided to live their
own lives In their own way,’ she
said.
“The plan was a hit from the
start, especially as Molly, who was
twenty-four and pretty for her age,
drove the cart round the houses,
wearing a mask and a loose Mother
Hubbard. But what gave every
body a turn was the big sign stand
ing outside the gate, which read
‘No Men Admitted.’
“Zeke Smith was one of the first
to come and see what was doing.
He got as far as the wicket, and
there Elsie Winton’s face stopped
him.
" 'You can’t come In, Zeke,’ she
explained, ‘being a man. I’m sorry
you’re a man, because if you
weren’t you’d be welcome. But we
don’t have dealings with men any
more, except in a business way.’
“As 1 was saying, Molly drove
the cart, and pretty soon folks be
gun to notice that, she wasn’t as
punctual as usual. And as for Ed,
whenever the boarders howled for
him to make a kick about the
victuals, he wasn’t anywhere iu
sight. The fact is, he had got In
to the habit of strolling out Into
the country about the time when
Molly and the cart were due.
“I don’t know how Elsie Wlnton
heard about it, but she went right
up in tpe air. Elsie was forty
three, and her hopes had soured
from being kept too long. So there
was a terrible rumpus up at the
instiutlon, and they talked of ex
pelling Molly; but finally It sim
mered down and Elsie drove the
cart herself after that.
“However, the folks round here,
who, as you' may have observed,
are snoopy, couldn’t help noticing
that all the young fellows in the
village used to take the road past
iiere that leads up toward the In
stitution. And we guessed that
some day or other Elsie Winton
would come home unexpected and
raise Cain. She Is a powerful wom
an with her tongue, as you may
have noticed.
“We got so interested that no
body thought very much about any
thing else. Bill Wise, who farms
on the ridge, told us he used to see
the young fellows gossiping with
the girls over the ence that had
been put up.
Well, to get on, at last the flare
up came, and in just the way we
had looked for. Elsie Winton came
back one morning at half-past nine
and there were Ike and Ed and Jim
hobnobbing with Winnie and Jenny
and Molly over the fence. And two
or three more of the young fellow*
with the girls, too.
And Molly, being a woman, saw
that it was best to get her tongue
In first.
*i « We’re done with your old so
ciety, Miss Winton,' she said. ‘Ed
and 1 are going to be married on
the first of the month.’
“ ‘And Jim and I on the fifteenth,’
put in Winnie Custance, glaring at
Elsie Winton.
■ ‘And Ike and I are going to be
engaged as soon as he makes some
money out of his poetgy,’ continued
Jenny White.
“Just then Zeke Smith’s cart
came up the lane, and Elsie Wlnton
called to Zeke. ‘Oome here,’ she
said.
«« Zeke came lumbering along with
a grin. ^
i* * Repeat to me what you ha
Just told me,’ said Elsie to Zeke.
«« * We’re going to be married to
morrow,' said Zeke, twirling hla hat
nervously.
“She'd heat them nil, air. And
when the boys understood they Just
let out a yell and started kissing
and hugging all rounjJ. So after
that the society was naturally dis
solved. and Zeke uses the house to
keep his chickens In. But I gues*
the spirit of enterprise hasn’t died
out of New England yet, even if the
women did have to show the men
they couldn’t have them In ofider to
bring them up to the scratch.
Smith “Y’es, they gave Mr. and Mrs.
a baby grand. Don’t you
think if was worth It?”
(®. 1924, WMtpfn Nevcpkpfr Union.)
Jones accompanied Mr. Partiam
to Monroe county to the bedside
of his brother, who is seriously
ill.
s
i Brent News
I
V,
Mrs. H. D. Coppedge entertain
ed the Community Club at her
home on the Culloden road
Thursday afternoon from S to 5
o’clock. Beautiful chrysanthe
mums, yellow cosmos and autumn
leaves were arranged throughout
the house. Mrs. Coppedge was
assisted by her sisters, Mrs. J. A.
Coppedge and Mrs. G. R. Collins.
In a contest of things that re
mind you of the old school days,
Mrs. J. M. Zellner having the
correct answers, won the first
prize, two hand made linen cup
towels, After the contest a sal
ad course with tea was served.
The invited guests were Mrs. T.
G. Scott, Mrs. W. J. Floyd, Mrs.
Ben Spear, Mrs. Gus Howard,
Mrs. Efrin Hall, Mrs. R. C.
Owen, Mrs. Arthur Moye, Mrs.
Albert Turner, Mrs. M. C. Mc
Ginty, Mrs. R. Spear, Mrs. G. R.
Collins, Mrs. J. M. Zellner, Mrs.
Jim Coppedge, Misses Ida May
Brooks, Charley Bird Dumass,
Sarah Sanders, Eva Sanders, Lu
cilla Coppedge, Myrtice Spear and
Louise Spear.
Misses Laura and Evelyn Mad
dox were hostesses at a birthday
supper Saturday evening, The
center decoration was a big bas
ket of fall flowers. Covers were
laid for eight.
Hatbands, Wives and
Stepmothers/ Read
Josselyn’s
Wife
By Kathleen Norris
bl which a stepmother
plays a new sort of role
—that of an enchant
rest.
There are really two
Josselyn’s wives in Mrs.
Norris’ fascinating
novel One is the hand
some young wife of
die elder Josselyn; die
other his son’s wife.
You will be interested
principally in die latter
and the manner in
which she met her
problem when her hus
band’s attractive step
mother threatened too
strong an influence
upon him.
Serial Selected for die Hap
piness of All Readers of
THE NEWS
H. D. Coppedge attended the
Georgia fox hunters association
at Yatesville Thursday night.
Mr. and Mrs. Will Jones, of
Culloden, were the guests of Mrs.
F. S. McGinty Friday.
We are very glad to report
that Mrs. W. J. Sikes is improv
ing from her recent illness.
W. N. Coppedge is the guest of
his son, H. D. Coppedge.
Miss Grace Biddick, of For
syth,is the guest of her aant,
Mrs. John Cook.
Mrs. R. C. Owen spent Friday
in Forsyth.
Miss Abbie Coppedge, who is
attending the Twelfth District
A. & M. school, at Cochran, is
the guest of her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. H. D. Coppedge.
Misses Sarah and Eva San
ders gave a community singing
Sunday night. Quite a large
number attended.
Mrs. H. D. Coppedge and
daughter, Abbie, were the guests
of Mrs, George Hartshorn in
Griffin Sunday.
There will be services at the
Baptist church next Sunday af
ternoon by the regular pastor,
Rev. Arthur Jackson, of Barnes
ville.
The next meeting of the Com
munity club will be with Mrs.
John Cook, November 28. all
members are urged to attend, as
this will be a business meeting.
Miss Myrtice Spear was the
guest of friends in Yatesville
Sunday.
Mrs. R. C. Owen on Wednes
day afternoon, November 17, x^il!
entertain a few friends at a
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Not so many year* ago, la Baa
Francisco, a young womal A4
achieved considerable local SUCCQ*
as a writer. She decided to assault
the literary citadels of tho But
It wasn't so much an assault aa a
surprise; for after one or twe nov
el* had appeared aroundeostonand
New York, the established writer*
woke up one morning to find that n
new member had Joined Jhe call.
The acclaim of sneh an authority
a* William Dean Howells and of
several other well-known novelist*
and literary editors made easier th*
success of Kathleen Nerria. It wa* s
not long until her short stories we?*
sought by the Atlantic Monthly and
various other important magazine*,
Such novels as “Sisters,” “Harriet'
and the I’lper,” “Martie, the
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quered” and “Josselyn’s Wife'’ hav*
given her a front-rank position.
Read “Josselyn’s Wife" as a serial
In this paper and yon will agree
with the popular verdict as to fes*
ability.
cellaneous shower in honor of
Miss Myrtice, a Pride of this
week.
Mr*. L. D. Owen, Mr*. H. San
ders, Mrs. Willaford and R. C.
Owen spent Sunday as the guest*
of relatives at Lizeila.
Mr. and Mrs. Monroe Zellaer
spent Sunday at Strouds.
W. N. Coppedge, who has been
the guest of his son, H. D. Cop
pedge, has gone to Atlanta to fie
the guest of relatives,
London may have a municipal
theatre.
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