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Mothers-in-law have been lauded
and abused. They have served the
u r po s e of
h umorists and
more serious
writers. Com
man sense has
finally asserted
public Itself, until the
no lon
ger reacts with
pleasure to the
mother-in-law
I Joke or to the
character in a
sinister role.
s | St'epmothera
have also been
K | handled ruth
| lessly, until the
| outraged spirit
of fair play
I i | their has arisen defense. in
Kathleen Norris. Kathleen
cle ver and original, k presenting has°avoided'giv
mother, y a step
who is also a mother-in
S?u i'*^’ e in i* or a light the strongest so unusual, interest. as to
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♦ c racter is young and attrac
"V 6, She ™ exerts a decided influence
upon men, especially upon her own
stepson. She seems to play the en
f,“ lieving a ^ress a somewhat more as a monotonous means of re
istence than ex
tlves from any strong mo
of guile. Whether she is good
or pad at heart you may be unable
to decide. You are most likely to
come to the conclusion that she is
merely The human.
remarkable young stepmother
mother-in-law is not the chief char
acter in the story. A greater inter
est centers around her stepson's
. Mfe. You will have no difficulty in
younger understanding the character of the
Mrs. Josselyn, for she is
sweet, sincere and square-dealing at
all times; a woman raised in near
poverty and transplanted almost
overnight to an environment of
great wealth. Her unwavering sin
cerity is superior to the worst in
fluence of both environments.
Kathleen Norris, who arose from
obscurity in California about ten
years ago to a position among the
leading novelists of America, prob
ably owes her popularity largely to
the fact that her books engage both
the emotions and the mind. A mas
ter of dramatic incidents and tJyilL.
ing situa tions L she a-hstr—gTves us
something to think about. She pre
sents problems, but they are never
of the too-hard-to-crack kind. When,
as is frequently the case, she brings
her stories to a happy ending, we
are not inclined to say: That is
thoroughly illogical; things do not
happen that way in real life." We
just are more likely to say: “That is
right; if it had happened any
other way. it would not have been
true to life."
CHAPTER I
E LLEN LATIMER reached the
big station just before the rain
began to fall. She went past the
paper stand, where laden men were
slapping down pennies and rushing
on with hardly a perceptible pnuse,
and where all the pretty girls in
the world were smiling from the
brilliant covers of magazines; girls
peeling pumpkins. In demure kitch
en ginghams; and girls furred to
the eyes, going to football games
with pennants over their shoulders,
for Thanksgiving was close at hand.
She went past the clock that was
watched by so many patient nnd
eager eyes, and came to the special
gate among a dozen gates where a
red boxed sign showed the words
“Express Port Washington 5:22.”
She .had spent the morning, as
usual, at the Art Students’ league,
hut she had city deliberately loitered
about the all afternoon in the
hope that Ellis Thorpe would join
her on this train. Ellen’s destina
tion was Port Washington, a quiet
old village at the terminus of the
line, but Ellis lived at Douglaston,
which was a fashionable, modern
colony, four miles nearer New York.
“Ellen did not know him well;
they had been introduced on the
train, and never met elsewhere.
Ellis was only nineteen, still in
high school, and the girl was more
than three years older. But, for
want of more appropriate admira
tion, she enjoyed, his. nnd she made
room for him beside her In the seat
tonight with a welcoming smile.
They talked only of themselves
as the train tore on Hs way. Ellen
talked of her day’s experiences at
the Art league, nnd her starry
liemity, the flash of her blue eyes,
under the fur-trimmed hat, nnd the
infectious gayety of her lntigh, lent
the dull subject a sudden charm.
Young Thorpe was personal in his
replies; his was the type that ren
ders personalities Inoffensive, and
Ellen flushed with amusement and
pleasure, and turned from his mer
ciless stare to a smile nt her own
reflection In the dark'ear window.
It was a lovely reflection. The
laughing eyes were a deep Irish
blue, with soft shadows and long
sooty sential lashes accentuating their es
innocence. The skin had
a pure and healthy pallor, except
on the high cheekbones, where there
was n brilliant touch of color, and
Ellen’s mouth was wide, like her
Irish mother’s, kindly, humorous,
the thin lips exquisitely red, the big
teeth shining, Her hair was a
satiny black, Ellen thought, her
self, that she was pretty, but the
thought rarely gave her any pleas
lire. What was the use of mere
beauty If one lacked every other
good thing in the world? She was
poor, ambitious, eager for life. Ig
norant as to the mentis of gaining
her place in the world.
Her father's father had been a
sea captain, He was an old' man
now living with a vigorous wid
owed daughter, Ellen’s Aunt Elsie.
The two had made a home for
Ellen and little Joe when Ellen’s
father, several years after her
mother, had died ten years ago.
Ellen was twelve then, and sensi
tive. and Joe, at eight, was begin
ning to be unmanageable. Grandpa,
lore ana sneivea after a'tire or
high adventure, resented their noise
and their claims. And Aunt Elsie’s
way of enjoying life was to worry
and fret, fume and scold and fuss.
Ellen went to the village school,
and then to high school, always
with the dread in her young heart
that after high school she would
have to "work.” To her there
seemed something dreadful In the
Idea of becoming decided a working wom
an. She that she would
go away. If this necessity came
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She Wri Poor, Ambitious, Eager
for Life, Ignorant as to the
Means of Gaining Her Place in
the World.
upon her; she would become a
nurse, in a trim, white uniform,
und there would be, in the hos
pital, a stunning young doctor.
However, just before her gradu
ation, a miracle happened. ‘ On a
oertain July day, when there were
a million roses in bloom in the
old garden, Mrs. E. Sewall Rose
came to call on Aunt Elsie. She
was on her way to Sands Point, the
fashionable colony of a schre of
seaside homes two miles away. She
was large, perfumed, beautiful, and
kindly. She kissed Ellen, and called
her “Nellie Buckley’s girl,” and she
told Ellen that she had loved her
mother. They had been girls to
gether in a convent school.
“The Buckleys were lovely peo
ple," said this enchanting visitor,
“and Nellie was an angel. They
had a great deal of money then;
I went to drive with her many a
time behind a pair of the hand
somest horses you ever saw. What
ever happened . . ,?”
Aunt Elsie said something of
speculations; it was all long ago.
The Buckleys were all scattered
and dead. She sighed with sad
enjoyment.
The visitor came upon some of
Ellen's school work, and asked
Ellen questions. And Ellen told
her with shy eagerness that she
had hoped to be an artist.
Mrs. E. Sewall Rose asked her
where she was going to study. *
Aunt Ellen answered this ques
tion. Ellen had no time for fool
ing; she was going to work; they
had a hoy to raise, ntjd Father felt
that they had done all that duty re
quired. It was time now for El
len to realize that life wasn't all
prettiness and play.
She said it pleasantly enough,
and the background of the comfort
able home, and pretty Ellen, in'her
carefully made gingham, and the
plate of crullers arid the decanter
of wild cherry wine were all there
to soften it. But a week later Mrs.
E. Sewall Rose wrote to Aunt Elsie,
and sent a check that was to cover
all the expenses for Ellen’s first
quarter at the Art Students’ league.
Ellen mounted straight Into para
dise. A1). how she would work, how
she would advance, how proud they
would all be some dayl
She fairly rushed Into it. She
was the most earnest, the most
tremblingly happy, of all the earn
est, trembling beginners that fall.
And she did succeed. Her hon
esty, and her simplicity, nnd her
pure nnd fiery ambition, made her
a marked figure In the classes from
the beginning. There were a great
many silly girls In the art classes,
nnd a few serious ones, like Ellen.
The boys were dark, earnest young
Hebrews for the most part, risen
from emigrant homes; poor,
shabby, sometimes hungry, but
making steadily for their goal.
Other boys were there, too, loung
ing, unkempt youths, who meant
to “get Into the newspaper game."
Perhaps two or three times dur
ing the winter Mrs. Rose asked her
protegee to lunch with her. She
would be on a shopping trip,
furred, and scented with violets,
and she would make Ellen order all
sorts of expensive dishes. The
girl went back to her work with u
flushed face and a dancing heart.
So two terms, three terms, went
by. And now Ellen was well Into
a fourth, and felt herself no nearer
a livelihood than she had been at
the end.of the first. How did a
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
woman begin to support herself by
art? Some of the boys did really
drift into newspaper offices, but
what they did there seemed to be
errands and answering the tele
phones and rushing about town
upon uninteresting investigations,
rather than sitting at drawing
boards. Ellen could not do that.
Nor could she open a studio on
Washington Square,, and go about
from office to office of the maga
zines selling pictures.
A deep discontent fell upon her,
and she began to turn to the world
old refuge of women: she would
marry, Then, when the urgent
financial question was laid at rest,
she might begin to make her way.
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Joe, with an umbrella, met her
with the first rnsh of pure country
air, at the station. Ellen, whose
Celtic heart was always eagerly
reaching for evidences of affection
In this adored younger brother,
thought this wonderfully sweet In
Joe.
He was a big, lumbering, loosely
built lad of eighteen. In muddy
boots, rough corduroy trousers, and
with a. gray sweater’s rolling col
lar touching his ears. Winter and
summer Joe lived In this or a sim
ilar sweater. His untidy black hair
fell in a long lock between his
handsome black eyes; he grinned
amiably at his sister.
Joe had declined high school and
had driven the village grocery
wagon during his fifteenth year.
Then he had worked with • the
plumber, and the electrician. After
that he had worked upon a private
yacht for a whole summer, had
lived In New York for a few
months, deeply enjoying his initia
tion Into the work of a cub report
er, and only two weeks ago, upon
Grandpa Latimer becoming dis
trustful of the effect upon so young
a boy of hoarding In the city, Joe
had Indifferently and good natured
Iy returned home, and engaged him
self to Bates. Joe was utterly de
void of ambition.
The Latimer house was on the
right side of Main street, perhaps
the tenth or twelfth in an un
broken line of fenced, old-fash
ioned village homes. All these
houses were wooden, and simple
of design; four windows separated
by a porch door downstairs, five
windows In an unbroken row up
stairs. looking out upon the porch
roof. There was a definite, prim
itive beauty about them; they were
old, and age had somewhat soft
ened their ugliness; their small
paned windows radiated homely
cheer. But Ellen saw no beauty
here, she longed for one of the
modern smaller houses up toward
Flower hill,; houses with bnth
rooms In them, and electric light,
and fireplace and furnaces ; houses
with wide windows, and shingles
and white paint.
Her aunt nodded to her from
the kitchen stove, and Ellen, who
had hung up her hat and coat,
smiled hack as she warmed her
hands over the glow. There was
a delicious smell In the kitchen.
Ellen gave a deep, smiling sigh at
the sight of creamed mutton stew
with dumplings, corn pudding and
fried sweet potatoes.
■ Oo—Aunty! What a good din
ner! And I’m starving.”
“Well, I hope you’ll get enough,
Mrs. Baldwin said, with the little
nervous twitch of her countenance
that passed for a smile. There’s a
letter for you up by the clock. Go
tell grandpa supper’s ready, and
see if I’ve left anything off trie
table. >i
Ellen escaped the tireless voice.
She went into the living room, a
rather small room where the round
table was already set for supper.
An airtight stove was here, and
near it saf old Captain Latimer,
with Ills# thin, silky white hair
brushed scrumptuously, nnd his
old carpet slippers resting on the
nickel-plated shield of the stove.
He wore old gray trousers, and a
brown jacket he called his “Cailo
gan,” and over Ills chest a thin
heard flowed, as white as milk.
His sharp eyes were bright blue,
in a clean, wether-beaten face.
“Do, Ellin?” he said in a sharp,
high old voice. “Don't Elsie p’pose
to give us no supper t’niglit?”
“Two seconds, grandpa 1” Ellen
answered, ahsent-mindedly. Her
eyes were only for her letter, a big
square letter. AY ho was It from?
Ah! it was from Mrs. Rose, of
course.
Two minutes later the exulting
Ellen was hack in the kitchen.
41 Aunt Elsie, isn’t this wonder
ful? Isn’t this just lovely? Mrs.
Rose wants tne to go to her Thnnks
givlng house party. Her son, that's
Arthur, nnd the girl, Lucia, are go
ing to have a lot of friends at
Hustings-on-Hudson! Oh, I think:
she's a darling to want me. And
here’s my ticket and all—my made
over gray dress, and my laea dress
—doesn’t it just seem ns if my
clothes were made for this special
thing? And she^lgns it; ‘Your
friend, Abb.v Ca by Rose’ ;■ I
think Carnaby’s \a stunning
name—
Thus Ellen, stutterinjfknnd stum
bling In her joy and excitement,
and fill the while automatically as
sisting in the process of “dishing
up.” They were nil hungry and
ate fast. Ellen propped her letter
against the teapot and regaled her
family with the delights of winter
house parties among the upper
classes; Joe listened with a grin;
the old captain drank his tea nois
ily from his saucer, and removed
from his mouth portions of the
the stew too hnrd for mastica
tion. Mrs. Baldwin, who had
been a baby In nrms fifty years
before, a dutiful daughter, an ad
miring comrade, was his mother
now. She crushed the hard crusts
of his toast, and over-sweetened
his tea, and saw that he had plenty
of soft food. He could no more
offend her than might a baby of
two years. Joe’s own conduct at
the table was almost equally open
to criticism. Ellen saw nothing
and heard nothing; she was going
to visit at a fashionable country
house; she was beginning to live!
There were difficulties to he met,
of course. The first was the sur
prising resentment of Aunt Elsie.
Thanksgiving was a home day.
Aunt Elsie didn’t like the Idea of
Ellen going off with n lot of god
less people; dancing, as likely as
not, getting her head full of crack
brained Ideas—
“Well, I don’t like the Idea of
old-fashioned Thanksgiving!” Ellen
answered, trying not to sound lin
pertinent. “We all eat too much,
and the house gets too hot. and
you’re working for three days bak
ing and fussing I
She did not dream that she
struck to her aunt's heart. The
national holiday was a sacred In
stitution to Mrs. Baldwin. And now
Ellen—Ellen was disparaging
Thanksgiving! ■
The two were In Ellen's bedroom
when this conversation took place,
and Mrs. Baldwin turned and went
downstairs without a word. Ellen
stood still, la the center of the Ice
cold room, her face flushed with
shame, the gaudy patchwork quilt
she was about to hanging spread from over her
newly-made bed her
hands.
Her heart smote her. They
would miss her on Thanksgiving
day. But what could she dot
Nothing in life seemed so Impor
tant as Mrs. Rose’s wonderful In
vitation.
When she went downstairs there
was a decided chill In her aunt’s
attitude. It was Sunday, and the
older woman was neatly dressed
for church. She enjoyed church,
and would come home at half-past
twelve rosy from the cold air and
full of kindly gossip. She would
walk down to the post office for
the mall, too; there was rarely nny
mall, but all the world of Port
Washington would be there.
Ellen would have liked to sew
on her fancy-work, but her aunt
would not let her sew on Sunday.
So she began to read. She felt
guilty. She wished that she were
heroic enough to give np the Rose
week-end and stay here and help
Aunt Elsie thrpugh Thnnksgivlng.
Mrs. Baldwin brought hack one
letter, after all. It was from Mrs.
Rose, for Ellen. It said that Mrs.
Rose was delighted that Ellen
could be with them, and that she
would expect her on the two o’clock
train from New York—-on Friday I
So that Ellen would have Thanks
giving at home, after all.
The question of clothes re
mained. Even when Ellen had run
fresh ribbons Into her best under
wear, and had washed her one pair
of silk stockings, and had pressed
the cheap yet dainty lace gown,
and basted fresh frills Into the
neck and cuffs of the made-over
gray velvet; even then she felt
some misgivings. She had the
dresses, but what about all the ac
cessories? She woke. In the cold
winter mornings, filled with wretch
ed doubts. But at night, when
her lamp, and the stove down
stairs, had somewhat warmed her
>room, she sat at her mirror, and
looked at the lovely vision of rosy
cheeks and shy eyes and loosened
black hnlr; and the red Ups would
curve in spite of themselves into
a confident smile. '
Might she be the belle of the
whole party? . . . Might they
all admire her? Might it he a
glorioqs triumph for the newcomer,
the beginning of wonderful things?
Ellen would jump between the
cold, heavy sheets with a smile in
her eyes, and go off to dreams of
glory.
(To Be Continued.)
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| News
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Mrs. W. H. Hubbard and fam
ily, of near Mt. Carmel, spent
Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. J. I.
Peugh.
Mr. and Mrs. Leon Hutchison,
of Macon, spent Sunday with the
former’s parents, Mr. and Mrs.
G. D. Hutchison.
Dewey Dickinson, of Macon,
spent the week-end at home.
Mrs. B. A. Ridley was the
guest of Mr. and Mrs. B. H.
Shivers for dinner Sunday.
The Woman’s Club will meet
with Mrs. P. W. Vaughn Friday
afternoon.
Jim Cole, Mrs. A. Steinheimer
and Miss Sarah Reynolds visited
Mrs. Jim Seagraves near Griffin
Monday afternoon.
J. S. Winn, of Meansville, wa?
the guest of Mr. and Mrs. Jim
Boynton and family for dinner
Sunday.
Roy Hutchison, of Atlanta,
spent Sunday at home.
Mrs. Ella Bridges, of near Grif
fin, visited her sister, Mrs. J. A.
Wilson, Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Paul Beauchamp
have returned from Atlanta,
where they spent the week-end
with the Tatter’s mother, Mrs. J,
E. Smith.
Miss Mary Watson, of Atlanta,
was the guest of Mrs. Susie
Wheeler Sunday.
William Fillyaw motored to
Jackson Sunday and visited
friends.
Mrs. W. W. Shannon and Mrs.
John D. Yarbrough spent Wed
nesday with Miss Minnie Cook at
Reidsboro.
The Woman’s Missionary Socie
ty met in the Baptist church
Tuesday afternoon.
The many friends of Miss Inell
Fillyaw will be glad to know that
she is much better.
Edward Ridley made a busi
ness trip to Griffin Tuesday af
ternoon. ’•
Tebe Dickinson went to Macon
Tuesday to visit his sister, Mrs.
IE. F. Carter.
Miss Mary Watkins has re
turned to Atlanta after spending
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Homely Girls Have Same Chance to ■
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Our Daily Story
v.
A Quiet Wedding
Followed
By MARTHA WILLIAMS
“Oh, have It your way! Any
thing for a quiet life—even if you
don’t get It.” Judge Flint of Flint
& Flint, counselors and attorneys,
sniffed fretfully at his wife. She
was a small, fptb. mousey person.
Now she said meekly:
But, pa, remember, this Is out
of the common. Whenever will the
Supreme Court’s niece come here
to Kenton, stayin’ a whole month?
You might think a bit of little
Andy. He's out of the common. If
lie is our own son. Do we want
her to „-o home .callin’ him just one
of a crowd, or as the young man
that gave her the finest party of all
she had here? a
‘‘Rubbish I” loftily said the
judge, but with an accent so hon
ied the words were almost a caress.
“Since you put It that way, Marla,
I’ll give In to you—handsomely."
Prologue all this. Here begins
the story. Night a week later.
Snow outside, dipping winds, the
muffled purring of ninny motors
up the drive to Flintstone. A din
ner Impended "of twenty covers,
given by Andrew Flint, Jr., in honor
of our charming visitor, Miss Avis
Hind of Washington. Many more
guests coming later for the eve
ning. l*
Andrew, Jr., would Inherit In due
season—he was a happy compend
of parental thrift and foresight,
though lacking his father’s brains.
“Little Andy’ll get his keepln’, not
makln’,” said shrewd onlookers,
adding in the next breath: “He
needn’t do much more; the Judge
will leave him mortgages on half
the town and county."
Physically, he was his mother’s
son. Patsy Daly commented a*
he opened the ball with Miss Hind:
"Look, the mouse and the crane.
All little Andy lacks is a nice high
squeak—and that grenadier part
ner’s a perfect crane. tt
♦ * Don’t be envious, Pattlklns,”
chided Mason Stowe; “even If she
has got a hundred thousand, I
wouldn’t trade you for her.
How noble of you I" from Patsy,
pointedly, “ 'specially when you
haven’t got me to trade. -
“H’m! Little Andy boldin’ a
first mortgage here?” Mason ban
tered, tightening Ills clasp.
No, he only wants to have one,"
Patsy flung hack saucily. “But—
I don’t like mice—even the sort that
don’t squeal.
Notwithstanding, she danced
twice with little Andy, conscience
stricken over poking fun at him.
Really, he wasn't a bad sort, as
•nearly human j\s a mousey mother’s
son well could be. He danced fair
ly, if he didn’t talk, and talked even
better if he didn’t dance.
Mrs. Flint, like England, expect
ed every man to do liis duty, and
leave no wallflowers. Miss Hind
had to divide every dance after the
first—nobody hnd been rude enough
to dispute the host’s primacy. She
giggled happily whenever a new
man cut In. From which Patsy, the
astute, deduced that to And her
self the belie of the ball was as
new to her as It was delightful.
Your best chance, Andy; go to
it—and' win,” she counseled her
as for breath.
“Do you really mean that? v
little Andy asked reproachfully.
She nodded brightly. “Of course
being your true friend.”
I Dead sure you won’t have me? »»
from on anxious Andy.
“Surest thing we know, both put
together, i Stoutly from Patsy,
“Now step out. This music Is too
heavenly to waste. '*
Just then the crisis came—how
precipitated nobody ever quite
knew. Three Intending partners,
converging at once upon the Crane,
managed to fall themselves and
bringing her and the man in pos
session along with themselves
the floor. She was senseless when
they lifted her—quite excusably—
her head had so far to fall.
sure there followed a great ado ol
commiseration, advice, and
of help, until Patsy took matters
her hand, saying: “Please,
body, go home; we need room
quiet most of all. And when
had been gained, Doctor
found her as capable a nurse
she was a dancer.
Nursing was needed. There
a badly broken ankle, a
bruised forehead, shocked
bordering on hysteria. So
next day's dusk Patsy reigned
preme in the guest chamber
Flintstone, and left it in a
of blessings, from patient, doctor
und the heads of the house. Sht
went back to It many, many
before Miss Hind was able to
it. Not only, as at first. In
ance for thhughtless speech,
because she had found the
Court's niece possessed a soul
fine as her figure was ungainly.
and further, she had sorriething
make np m little Andy—his
she stressed so engagingly,
six weeks there was a very
wedding and a mighty happy
not to mention the
They went abroad as soon as
was safe, and sent from Paris
handsomest wedding gift of all
the Mason Stowes received.
(Copyright.)
the week-end with Miss
Crowder.
Misses Collie Wood,
Wilson, Tommie and Sarah
nolds were shopping in
Tuesday.
J. B. Wood motored to
Tuesday and spent the day.
Mrs. Belle Dickinson and
Willie Drewry were shopping
Griffin Tuesday afternoon.
The inland city
England, has dockage for
largest ocean going vessel
An Englishman claims to
invented a machine for seeing
wireless.
Philadelphia, Nov. 20. — The
Christian pulpit is as necessary
a rostrum for the discussion of
iove, matrimony, the use of beau
ty and heart problems as the col
umns of a daily newspaper, ac
cording to the /Rev. Dr. Chris
tian G. Koppel, pastor of the
Covenant Methodist Episcopal
church.
Dr. Koppel addressed himself
to the “Girls of Our City.” In
his sermon he warned them
against using their beauty for
their own ends, and said homely
girls had as good a chance for
matrimony as pretty ones.
“When you have homes of your
own,” he told the girls, “you will
meet the temptation to play the
sport and to serve intoxicating
liquors to your guests. If you do
so you will begin to help wreck
the society upon the foundations
of which your home is built. En
force the law by obeying it.
Marry Happily.
“I hope every girl here will
marry happily and have a happy
home life. But there are many,
too many, unhappy marriages in
our city. The difficulties of mar
ried people is that although there
was love in the beginning, it did
not last long enough. When love
flies out the window happiness
will not remain.
II Good health is of primary im
portance to a happy married life.
Many girls are careless of their
health. In eating they do not
take the proper nourishment.
While they are working they fre
quently prefer to starve them
selves and buy silk stockings and
Patille News
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Peanut threshing is now in full
swing here, R. L. English having
the fullest crop yet reported.
Mrs. Minnie Bell, of West Butts,
and Roy Bell, of Atlanta, were
visitors to this section last Fri
day.
Mr. and Mrs. J. J. Thornton and
Miss Bettie Thornton spent
day in Griffin.
Mrs. Garvin Ervin and
daughter, of Griffin, spent last
week end with relatives hfffe.
Mr. and Mrs. W. F. Huddleston
attended church at Rock Springs
Sunday and dined with Mrs. T.
Bell.
Mr. and Mrs. A. L. Saunders,
Jenkinsburg, spent last week
with the latter’s parents, Mr.
Mrs. J. E. Spruce.
R. M. English made a
trip to Griffin Monday.
Robert Kinard and Barney
of Hamilton, visited home
Sunday.
Mrs. J. O. Futral and Miss
sie Bell made a business trip
Atlanta Saturday.
Mr. and Mrs. S. M. Martin
family were among those
here attending the circus
parade Saturday in Griffin.
Mrs. J. G. Caldwell spent
nesday in Griffin shopping.
Mr. and Mrs. G. W. Patrick,
Ringgold, were visitors to
Monday.
TALK IS CHEAP
But not talk about beginning tomorrow to put away
a little. The highest priced orator in the world has
never talked away as much money as the "tomorrow”
fellows have taken from themselves.
We when that only 'k
mean it we say you can start
that
SAVINGS ACCOUNT
today. Tomorrow is neither yours nor ours.
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fur coats than eat good
ing food and to prepare tl
selves for motherhood.
M Whenever I see a pretty girl
I want to do two things. First,
I want to i> /thank God for having
made sue iTa lovely creature, and
next I want to pray that
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beauty may be put to good ends.
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Beauty may be a gift and it may
be a handicap. A pretty girl has
power over other girls, over wo
men and over men.
Make Fools of Men.
“She may make fools of men or
she may help them to bo godlike.
She may trade on her beauty, ex
ploit the fact that she Is pretty
and instead of being a blessing
make her beauty a curse to oth
era.
"If you are pretty do not deny
it. But in realizing it, make it of
use to God. God made you to be
beautiful and to be a means of
happiness to others. If you
make of beauty only a means of
happiness to yourself you will
misuse God’s gift. When a pret- i
ty girl is also a good one she it
a joy to everyone.
Permanent Charms.
“It is said that a homely girl
may have as good an opportunity
to marry as a pretty one. When
it comes to matrimony a man is
not interested so much in mere
beauty as he is in charms that
will be permanent.
“When young men call upon
you, let them know where you
stand on religious and social
questions and do not surrender
your modesty, for it is your
most priceless possession.
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sembling enamel, dries sufficient
ly to be handled in 30 minutes.
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cane than any other state in the
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Some balk at
breaking long - established
habits.
But what’s the use — if
you can dp better by break
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Which leads us to this,
there are a lot of men who
haven’t yet seen our Craw
ford Shoes—
They’re missing some
thing good.
How about you?
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