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CHAPTER II really GJntuTiiui young Airs. Josaeiyn
A LL was the busy way identifying up In the train the vari- she
ous groups about her, ns either be
ing hound for the Rose hou*A?
party, or being unworthy of that
classification, Ellen was so excited
by this time that she could not
, breathe naturally; her cheeks were
blazing and her heart beat fast.
With her little new suitcase she
got down from the train In a sort
of joyous panic of expectation.
-The Roses’ chauffeur made him
self known and gllen, n gray
halred, elderly man and an excep
tionally handsome and self-pos
sessed young woman ail got into
the limousine. Ellen imagined the
pair to be father and daughter, and
thought it would he romantic .to be
rich and travel abroad with an ador
ing father.
The lady looked at her amiably
enough, but did not speak. Pres
ently they turned in at a snow
powdered gate and could see a
splendid stone mansion, lying along
a hillside draped in bare vines, but
with heartening smoke arising from
a dozen chimneys.
They all went up the stone steps,
and were admitted to an enormous
warm hall, where fires and tables
and rich rugs and great bowls of
flowers all were jumbled together
before her confused senses. Here
Mrs. Rose, magnificent and distrait,
murmuring that the children were
about somewhere; perhaps they
had gone out, givin a maid direc
tions in an aside, and looking
little blankly at Eden until the girl
Latimer!” reminded her brightly: “It’s Ellen
— “W e ll, of - eours e it i °— you dear
child.” she said then, with'a warin
ing kiss, and you came-up in the
ear with Mr. and .Mrs. Josselyn.
Tom, this is a little friend of mine,
Miss Latimer; and this is Mr. and
Mrs. Josselyn. Ellen. I hope vou
all talked to each other?”
Ellen was Just going to sav, “Wo
weren’t introduced.” but the young
and beautiful Mrs. Josselyn spoke
first, with a sort of pretty languor.
I always talk on ail occasions!”
and then they laughed. Ellen knew,
suddenly, that the two women did
not know earl) other very well, and
that the man was quite at home lu
this house.
“Where’d you put us, Abbv?” lie
asked. “Don’t come up; I know
my ‘Tve way qbout.”
got to go up.” Mrs. Rose
Silk!, interrupting a low-toned con
versation she was having with an
elderly maid. “I declare,” she went
on, mounting a dark, carved stair
way tbitt was spread with rugs, or
namented with potted palms, and
lighted witli a stained-glass win
dow, “I declare, I get perfectly
frantic sometimes, when the chil
dren have these affairs. Arthur
brought down four hoys from Har
vard on Wednesday, and, Lucia—
presumably not out yet. If you
please—all I can say is, tljnt I don’t
expert to live through it until she
is out—and it’s rush to this, and
rush to that—I don’t know what
they’re doing now—”
Ellen perceived that the matron
was really deeply enjoying the re
sponsibility and confusion, and the
strain on meals and beds. They
went upstairs now, and had left the
Josselyns at the door of a delightful
room.
“Which explains.” said Mrs. Rose,
“why I’ve tucked you In here, on
a couch in my sewing room, my
dear. You needn’t hesitate to come
In and out, for Mr. Rose is up at
Great Barrington for the golf.” *
"It's lovely,” Ellen smiled. “It’s
a perfectly wonderful house,” she
addejl bashfully.
"It’s comfortable,” Mrs. Rose said
carelessly. “Josselyn did It." And
with a sudden twinkle stye added:
“How did you like the bride and
groom ?”
“I thought they were father and
daughter!”
" Every one does. I’ve known Tom
Josselyn nTI hiy life'; we -knew-Ms
first wife well. She only died a
year ngo, and ten months later be
married tills—Lillian Keeler. No
body knows anything about her.
Doris Rotter—you’ll meet her to
night—says that she was a model
for Madame Yvonne, but I don’t
believe it. Young Gibbs Josselyn,
the sou—one of the dearest fellows
that ever lived—has never gotten
over It. Tom Josselyn Is sixty-five,
you know, and she’s twenty-eight.
He broke with his father the day
he heard the news, hasn’t seen him
since. He was in the firm, too.
I guess the old man felt it pretty
much. Now I hear that Gibbs fs
going to study painting—he's a
gifted fellow. \Vell! now I’ll leave
you. Brush up a little, and then
come down and have tea.”
It was Just like an English house
party in a novel. Ellen smoothed
her hair, and put on the gay vel
vet dress with the fresh frills, and
went'down to the library In a tre
mor of happiness. She was early,
and had time to enjoy a book of
photographs and a tire before her
hostess enme down. Then the Josse
lyns came, and an old nnnt of Mrs.
Rose, and two friends of the aunt,
paying a tea-call. Ellen was much
the younger, and Mrs. Rose en
chanted her by letting her pass sand
wiches and toast, and bring back
the cups for more tea. It wa* a
wonderful hour.
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She Was Able to See Now How
Really Beautiful Young Mrs.
Josselyn Was.
was. Iler golden brown hair was
wound carelessly in glorious waves
and coils above her white forehead,
an d her white hand, heavily ringed
lay against” the dark wood of the
chair-arm with all the pure beauty
of alabaster. She sometimes raised
her glittering eyelashes, brown eye
lashes with a hint of gold in them,
to smile lazily at her husband, but
for the most part she was inert,
making no effort to be more than
a lovely picture.
Mrs. Rose asked her about Paris.
and she answered casually, Ellen
did not know that she was trying
to make the older woman think
that travel, wealth and the free
purchase of gowns and jewels were
hut an ordinary part of the day’s
work to Liiiian Keeler. Elien was
deeply interested and even thrilled
by their talk. Her loyalty and af
fection were bound to Mrs. Rose;
she decided that young Mrs. Josse
lyn was not a gentlewoman. All
those blazing jewels at informal
tea!
A great-grandfather’s clock in
tile dimness of the room boomed
half-past five, And .with a cold
and joyous rush,* the youngsters
fame in for their tea.
That was Ellen Latimer’s last
happy minute In the Rose house.
The little velvet dress did not fall
from her ns the clock struck,
but she would have been happier
running array from them all into
the night, hare of feet and hair, and
In her shabbiest kitchen dress, than
she was to be here, in all Ihelr lux
ury and warmth.
They were introduced and they
nodded, flinging furs and waps
info the arms of silent, patient,
waiting maids. Ellen marveled at
their sports clothes, the soft Swiss
coats, the smart, shaggy little caps,
the velvet skirts with their big but
tons, the silk blouses so immacu
lately white. Lucia was not pretty,
but how smart she was, and how
she chattered! Doris was pretty,
and everything else that Ellen would
have liked to be ns well. The five
boys were all quite young, fresh
faced, well-groomed, superficially
poised in spite of their youthful
clumsiness. There were nine of
them, altogether. They talked only
to each other, in a sort of running
fire of growling and tittering and
laughing. It was impossible for
ati sation, outsider and to follow when their the conver- older
even
people had drifted away, und Ellen
wits Ten with them, rhoy mnrie no
concessions for her.
Oh, what a fool she was to come
here at all, she thought, undress
ing late that night. And how she
hated them all! They felt her un
welcome and shabhy, and different,
and the bitter thing was that Ellen
knew that ttiey were right. She
could not speak their language, nor
understand them when they spoke;
her little attempts at merriment fell
flat, her best gown was not as smart
as their simplest sporting outfit. She
had gone downstairs timidly, In the
fussy little lace dress, to have them
presently follow In their exquisite
simplicities of sheer linen and lawn,
with girlish touches of pink baby
roses or childish wide Roman
sashes, plain silk stockings, plnlnly
dressed little satiny heads, with
jeweled pins tucked trimly against
the colls and plaits, How fresh,
how virginal, they were; school
girls Just on the threshold of wom
anhood, seventeen, eighteen, nine
teen ! Ellen's twenty-two years
seemed suddenly grimy and gray.
A sense of Injustice seized her. She
had never been as young and sweet
and confident aq they were I
They were all In love with life,
and with each other; It was a pity
that they could not spare a little
love for Ellen, too. But Dorothy
complimented Lucia, and Lucia,
Doris, and Doris In turn told Mary
that ahe looked Adorable. No on«
ot mem. -gave to Ellen the word for
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
wn:Ch she hundred, or. Better th'ffh
praise, made the slightest effort to
bring her into the group, gave her
any reason to beljeve that with
eyes like hers, and cheeks like
hers, the lace gown njattered not
at all.
The elaborate dinner was served,
and the young people began to
dance. Then Ellen slipped up
stairs, equally unable to review the
events of the day,* or to anticipate 'equa
those of tomorrow, with any 1
nimity. There would be a big dance
tomorrow night, and a ride to the
“Bed Lion” for lunch. Ellen did
not ride. Well, she would go -with
old Mr. Josselyn and Mrs. Rose in
the closed car. TJnless she had a
wire from Aunt Elsie saying that
Grandpa was dead—ah, If only she
might!
But Grandpa was far from death,
and Saturday had to he endured.
It was all worse than Ellen’s fears.
Mrs. Rose was not going on-the
ride, after all; she and the aunt
and the Josselyns were going to
play bridge. Lucia unbent from
her Indifference long enough to urge
Ellen to try to ride. But Ellen,
although she was eager to dare It.
did not like to risk the danger of
making herself appear absurd
astride a horse.
There was another choice, but
that, too, Ellen did not see until
long afterward. She might simply
have pleaded Indisposition, hate
begged to be left quietly at home,
and so have watched the bridge,
which Interested her, and have had
another pleasant tea-hopr.
But Instead she let Lucia sepa
rate herself from- her friends to
drive the funny girl from Long Is
land In a small roadster. The roads
were heavy, but Ellen knew noth
ing of cars, and did not know that
really difficult driving was angering
the already exnsperated Lucia. For
perlyps long two fifteen hours the minutes girls talked out of the
nat
urally.
They reached the “Red Lion” an
hour after the others, and immedi
ately had a large and noisy lunch
in a sort of lunchroom, with stags’
antlers and bearskins,, a roaring
open fire, and exposed rafters of
dark wood to give? a rustic effect.
After lunch skis were brought out,
and Ellen was dragged several cold
miles on a sort of combination
walk, scramble, slide and skate.
The boy called “Red’ drove her si
lently home: he had had a good
many cocktails before and after the
walk, and drove recklessly.
They got home inone too early to
dress for the dance, an experience
that Ellen never forgot. The young
guests in the house had been in
different to her yesterday; today
they actively disliked her, material! and she j
afforded them delicious
for laughter. No one asked her to
dance; she might have been an in
visibly, -wit ne s s to — the g a yety,
she heartily wisliea herself.' for any
attention that was offered her.
The girls, perfumed, pondered,
laughing, pushed by her without a
glance, and the hoys, gathering
eagerly about them, saw her little.
At twenty minutes to one Ellen
found herself watching.the bridge
game. Mrs. Rose was playing with
Mr. Josselyn, and it was evident
that the luck was running against
them.
There’s no bidding hands like
these! I declare*I never saw any
thing like it!”
“I suppose we can't start an
other—we said we would stop at
one,” young Mrs. Josselyn smiled.
Eilen saw Mrs. Rose give her a
venomous look as the jeweled hands
tumbled the cards idly, and the
added army man the earnestly and quickly
various scores.
“I’m going upstairs now, Elien
put in shyly, “f am—a sort of a
headache-*! think I'd really bet
ter I And Mrs. Rose, #.-111 you tell
me about trains tomorrow—I
think I had better—Aunt Elsie ex
pects me—”
She had nerved hersejf for oppo
sition, blit Mrs. Rose made none.
“I’m sorry you can’t stay,” she
said. “Better stay and have a little
more good time. Auntie will for
give you.' Anyway, come down
and have some supper now 1”
But Ellen murmured of her head
ache again. She slipped upstairs.
And once in the safety of her own
room, she begun to undress auto
muticully, with scarlet cheeks and
a heaving breast. They had lieen
rude to her, they had been rude
to her! She had only wanted to
be innocently happy, she had only
asked that they he reasonably
kind, and they hud turned her
world upside down, and scarred the"
old happy confidence forever!
In Mrs. Rose’s room, beyond the
bathroom, a fire was 1 mming, and
Ellen went in to it, and sat down.
Huddled in her wrapper, she was
dreaming over the coals, when the
door was pushed open, and she
turned with a smile, expecting to
see her hostess.
But It was young Mrs. Josselyn
who came in, wrapped in a splen
did oriental robe, and with her
thick, soft brown hair hanging in
a loose coil between her shoulders.
IX saw the door - ^pe n, U «ald -she,,
dropping Into the chuir opposite
Ellen. I'm tired to death, but I
don’t feel like going to bed!”
She stretched her slippered feet
to the blaze, locked her hands be
hind her head, and yuwned as un
self-consclous as a cgt. Ellen
studied the lovely white arms, the
smooth, low- forehead from which
the hair had swept, the dropped
bronze eyelashes, She flared not
open a conversation, and risk an*
other, snub.
The other woman took a framed
picture from the table, studied it
for a few minutes, and again moved
her eyes slowly to Ellen.
“So you’ve been having a per
fectiy rotten time?”
Ellen laughed nervously.
“Why, no, I couldn't say that!"
“I suspected It, the way you hung
around the card table,” said young
Mrs. Josselyn, frankly, She ex
tended the picture she held to
Ellen, Know him?” ,she asked
briefly.
Ellen shook her head. She looked
at the face of a young man, thin,
earnest of mouth and Jaw, keen of
eye. Even In the picture she could
see that the thick crest of hair WHS
gray, und even In the picture the
handsome face showed character
and power. At one comer, in a
small square hand, was written:
"To Lucia’s Mother, from T. G. J.,
Jr."
(To Be Continued.)
Our Daily Story
■&o The Ring Was
Returned
By CLARISSA MACKIE
Jean held the telephone receiver
dose to her pink ear, just as though
Bob Phillips himself stood beside
her Instead of sitting In his officq
staring dejectedly Into bis own
transmitter.
“You dear old thing!” Jean mur
mured to Bob, and the response was
startling. Idiotic talk
“How perfectly the growling to
that way 1” was an
swer.
“What did you say?" demanded
Jean in a freezing tone.
“Does It matter?” retorted the
growl. much me.”
“It may not matter to
blazed Jean, “but I assure you that
It-matters to you. I am returning
your ring now. overflowed
Deep laughter the re
ceiver. Jean held It away from her
enr In disgust. Her blue eyes were
wide with bewilderment and every
nerve tingled. Suddenly he hung
up the receiver, and the tiny click
seemed to be the lock on the closed
door of happiness.
“The—b-b-big b-o-o-r!" she sobbed
recklessly. r Nora tapped
FJfteep minutes later
at her door. “Mr. Whitten at the
telephone. Miss Jean.”
Jean flung on a hat and opened
the door. "Thank you, Nora ; please
iell Mr. Whitten, that I have Just
gone to the post office to mail a
package to him!’’
"Yes, Miss Jean, and beggtig your
pardon, ma’am, your hat is on wrong
side before. »»
Jean adjusted her hat, tied a
spotted veil across her telltale eyes,
and proceeded to the post office to
mail a certain registered parcel that
contained one blazing solitaire dia
mond ring and a sapphire bracelet
(U birthday gift). “I hate the ring, »»
confessed Jean morosely, “but I
wish I could keep the bracelet; a
birthday gift is another kind of a
keepsake. Pooh, I don’t want any
of his things. I will send- his letters
back as soon as I can collect them.”
Of course Jean knew where every
one of Bob’s love letters were hid
den; she also knew by heart every
word In every letter, and could close
her eyes and visualize the position
of certain words and phrases on the
earliest letters. She mailed the
package that Bob' morning and during
the evening called.
“She says she’s not at home, sir, >p
said Nora with just the proper de
gree of respect for a tragic moment.
Bob looked miserable, Look
here, Nora,” he said desperately,
it, hut is Misfs Jeandoing?—Is she
entertaining -or what,? I must see
her if I can.”
Nora advanced a step and spoke
in a whisper. “She’s been
much today, and she’s crying, sir,
fit to break her heart.” She winked
back a tear in her own sympa
thetic eye.
“Thank you, ... perhaps she
will answer the telephone.” He
made his way out of the house and
went to his club and shot into a
telephone booth.
Upstairs in her own room, Jean
heard the front door close dully,
and applied a fresh handkerchief to
iter reddened eyes. Presently Nora
tapped at the door. “The telephone.
Miss Jean,” she said hurriedly.
‘This is Jean Ross,” said Jean,
picking up the receiver.
“Ah, Jean. What do you mean,
dearest, by sending that ring back
to me—and the bracelet?” Bob
wanted to know in his dear voice.
“If you will think hard, I am sure
you will recall our telephone con
versation this morning, returned
Jean in icy tones.
“Did we have one?” inquired Mr.
Whitten dryly.
“Didn’t we?” she retorted.
Bob’s voice took on a heavy judi
cial tone. “I rang you up this morn
ing and asked you to go to the thea
ter tonight, and never received any
response from you. I found out
later that we had been cut off, so
I waited awhile and rang you again,
and Nora saii\ you had gone to the
post office, and then in the mail to
night 1 found that—that junk!”
“Junk!” breathed Jean furiously.
“Do you mean to deny holding a
conversation with me this morning
at ten o’clock?”
“It didn’t happen," affirmed Bob.
“Why, Rol^rt Whitten!
“It’s the truth!” stoutly.
Jean tottered, clinging desperate
ly to the instrument, Then,” she
quavered. thpn w-who-oo was it
called me an id-idiot?”
“Not I! I wish I could get hold
of the fellow—I’d lick him good and
plenty.” -
“I s-said I w-was returning your
r-ring, and he laughed horribly."
“The deuce he did! Some cheer
ful idiot taking advantage of
crossed wires. There I was waiting
for a response from you."
Long silence from Jean, and then
Bob demanded roughly, tenderly,
“Have been crying, ’
“Yes!” you. she whispered. darling ?”
“Then I am <*>mlag right over to
see you. ■ ’
“Now?” in a panicky voice.
“Yep; but you’ll have time to
powder your nose before I get
there,” and his rumble of laughter
was adorably different from that of
the “big boor.”
“I knew all the time it couldn’t
possibly be Bob,” said Jean Jllogi
cally as she hung up the receiver
and flew to the mirror.
... <C0PFri«at.* 41»S*£3I*,
Barnesville News
(News-Gazette.)
The city authorities of Barnes
ville .have placed new parking
signs throughout the city show
ing where automobiles may be
parked. Barnesville is lacking in
parking space and the observance
and enforcement of the new reg
ulations will be of benefit and
convenience to the public.
The fall term debate of the
A. & M. school will take place
next Saturday night, Nov. 22, in
EAST GRIFFIN
MISS ESTELLE GRUBBS
Correspondent
O. C. Hunter has returned from
Atlanta where he visited his chil
dren, Mr. and Mrs. Edwin Jay.
Mr. and Mrs, George Hender
son, of East Griffin, and Mr. and
Mrs. John Johnson spent Sunday
at Stone Mountain.
Curtis Wilson, chief of police at
Aldora Mills, Barnesville, was in
Griffin Wednesday.
The Robert T. Daniel Reiecca
Lodge, No. 46, will give a supper
Saturday night. A small admis
sion will be charged. The pro
ceeds of the supper will be used
to make first payment on a piano.
Mrs. Crane, of Experiment, has
been called to the bedside of her
sick daughter, Mrs. Ben Pugh.
Mrs. Eugene Bowles and baby
are spending this week in Thom
aston.
Rev. C. B. Jones is attending
the preachers’ convention in Co
lutatbus this week.
Vaughn News |
W. H. Callahan left Sunday for
Cuthbert, where he will hold a
position with the county.
Miss Ruby Pope spent last
week end with her mother at
Haralson.
Mrs. Claudie Vaughn is spend
ing some time with her niece,
Mrs. Will Freeman, of Macon.
Dr. Howard and John Akin, of
Experiment, are spending this
week fishing on Flint river.
Quite a crowd from here at
tended the circus in Griffin Sat
urday.
Mr. and Mrs. J. B. Reeves
spent last Sunday with Q. Calla
han.
Miss Clara Collier spent last
Sund ay with fiiends a t J oiiv.
The singing at R. S. Cox’s last
Sunday was attended by a large
crowd.
■ Mrs. Felton Rowland left for
Dublin, Ga., last Sunday, after
spending some time with her
mother, Mrs. T. J. Lewis, of this
place. ‘
Roy Pope has gone to Greens
boro, N. C., to accept a position.
Roy Freeman and -Bryce
Jackson returned last Saturday
from an extended trip to South
Georgia and Florida.
Mrs. Joe Lewis, who has been
quite sick for the past week, is
improving.
Mr. and Mrs. John G. Guinn, of
LaGrange, visited the family of
Hill Steele Saturday.
Marvin Parker visited friends
in Atlanta last Sunday.
Mrs. Blanche Womack, of At
lanta, visited her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. W. F. Malaier, of Reo,
last Sunday.
’ Miss Bertha Pope, of Atlanta,
visited her parents, Mr. and Mrs.
M. C. Pope, last Sunday.
Oliver Maddox is busy thresh
ing peanuts around here..
the school auditorium. The sub
ject is the one given to the high
schools of the state for this year,
“Resolved, That Georgia should
authorize a 75 million dollar
bond issue for. paving a system
of state highways to be paid from
money received from the sale of
license tags and gasoline tax.
Mrs. R. C. Key, of LaGrange,
has been in the city the past week
as 055 truest of Tut sister,
C. J. Lester.
Mrs. A. S. Hardy, of Gaines
ville, is in the city to spend some
time with her mother, Mrs. C. E.
Lambdin.
Miss Mattie Gordy, Miss Mari
sue Burke and Mrs. Delone Arm
Istead have returned from a visit
to Milner.
Mrs. Fred Presley and little
daughter, Evelyn, of Lake City,
Fla., are visiting her parents, Mr.
and Mrs. Edd Capps.
Mrift A. J. Eley is visiting her
daughter, Mrs. Perrin Collier, in
Montezuma.
Mrs. Josh Martin is spending
the winter in St. Petersburg, Fla.
Miss Mary Lou Quillian has re
turned to her home in Gainesville
after a visit to Mrs. T. 0. Gallo
way.
On July 1, this year, 15,552,077
motor vehicles were registered in
the United State*.
EXPERIMENT
MRS. HATTIE WILSON
Correspondent
Mrs. J. W. Brown was visiting
in Brooks Tuesday.
Mrs. W. T. McGee is spending
several days in Atlanta.
We are glad to report Mra. E.
U. Snider has recovered after a
fall in which she injured her an
lie.
Roy Vaughn and Lamar Knight
spent Wednesday in Atlanta. Mr.
Knight’s sister, Mrs. George K.
Greer, accompanied him home.
Misses Claude and Willie Mae
Ellis, of East Griffin, visited Mrs.
I. D. Goodman Sunday afternoon.
The car driven by Henry
Aikens, Jr., was badly damaged
Wednesday afternoon when it ran
into the back of a truck owned'
by W. H. Bolton, which stopped
suddenly in front of the car. The
occupants of the car were MrR.
Harry Fullerton, Miss Clyde Ai
kens and Henry Aikens, Jr. None
was hurt but all were badly
frightened.
Ira Butler, of Thomaston, vis
ited his aunt, Mrs. H. Wilson,
Thursday afternoon.
Earl W. Starnes and A. L. Os
burn, of Chattanooga, Tenn., vis
ited at the home of Mrs. Minnie
Spuriin Thursday.
Roger Terrell and Walter
Truitt, of Concord, visited friend?
and relatives here Wednesday^
Mrs. Paul Christmas, -of Hamp
ton, Albert Christmas, his mother
and father, and Mrs. George Mor
ris, of Vienna, with Mrs. Ola
Howard, visited at the home of
Mrs. Minnie Spuriin Wednesday.
The singing given by Miss
Lydia Christmas Wednesday
night was enjoyed by all present.
The Ladies’ Aid Society of the
Methodist church met at the home
of Mrs. John Knight Wednesday
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Tillman BroWn, son of Mr. and
Mrs. Green Brown, was seriously
injured last Saturday when he
accidentally struck his foot with
an ax, cutting a deep gash across
the top. f
This week has been test week
fpr the children of the school at
Experiment. Later in the week
there will be a report made of
the tests in the different branches
of study, and of the exhibits on
display at the school.
Milner News
Mr. and Mrs. Chandler Gordy,
Mrs. Sue! Clark, Miss Lilia and
Miss Mattie Gordy, of Atlanta,
were called here Sunday on ac
♦>unt of the serious illness of
their mother, Mrs. Wilks Gordy.
The many friends of Mrs. J, F.
Waldrop will be glad to knok
that she has recovered from her
recent illness.
Mr. and Mrs. Eugene Harwell
spent some time here with their
parents, Mr. and Mrs. Jim Har
well.
Mrs. Mae Hudgins, who has
been in bad health for some time,
underwent an operation at tha
Griffin hospital Tuesday.
Mr. and Mrs. T. I. Irvin and
Mr. and Mrs. Owen Irvin spent
Tuesday in Griffin.
A. L. Beckham made a business
trip to Atlanta recently.
Mrs. Marvin Harris, who was
quite ill last week, shows some
r 4 » prav < tfMBlt .—
J. A. Best, who occupied a
house on W. H. Rucker’s place,
has moved to LaGrange. A few
days later a thief gained entrance
and stole the mirror from a cab
inet mantle.
Douglas Thomas visited his pa
rents here recently.
Miss Minnie Martin entertain
ed her friends with a «• prom
party Friday evening.
W. D. Coldwell has moved from
New Hope to the Moore place
here.
Dr. A. H. Huekaby expects to
move to Griffin soon. He has been
a resident of Milner for many
years, and We regret very much
his change of residence.
BARNESVILLE GIRLS
HONORED AT WESLEYAN
Miss Agnes Anderson and Miss
Alma Crowder, of Barnesville,
% Wesleyan College have had the
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(Jackson Progress-Argus.)
County Policemen J. E. McNair
and I. M. Wilson .made a big haul
when they caught a liquor car
and confiscated 61 gallons of
whiskey. After bringing the car
to Jackson the liquor wa* poured
out in the sewer.
The laymen's mee ting
Kimbell association will be
with the Baptist church of
kinsburg next Wednesday, No- •\;X
vember 26. ' Mi
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The Butts County Products :
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Company, operating one of the
largest and most modern sweet
potato curing plants in the statte, %
announces that the plant is filled ■’
to capacity for the season. Good
prices expected in the spring, %
are
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predictions being that curing ’ *
house yams will sell as high at
$4 per bushel. Wm
The United States civil service
commission announces that ijn * ; ..
examination for clerk-carrier at
the Jackson postoffice will be held ‘
December 6. Application blanks
may be secured from the. posp
offiee at Jackson or from the civil
service commission, Atlanta.
The business houses and banka
in Jackson will be closed here
next Thursday, November 27, na- ’
tional Thanksgiving Day, No
program has been arranged lo
cally. Many will take the holi
day for hunting, while football in .
the nearby cities will attract
lovers of sports.
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Lowry News
G. M. Goodman, of Hampton,
spent Wednesday night with his
brother, J. B. Goodman.
Len Plummer and family, also
Mrs. Rosa Plummer and Mrs.
Mary Ml tch*cli . motore d to College
Park Sunday.
Mrs. Shivers spent Sunday with
her daughter, Mrs. Leila Wilder.
Mr. and Mrs, Ike Peeples and
Mr. and Mrs. Henry Peeples mo
tored to Hampton Sunday.
J. B. Kilgore spent Wednesday ’
Brooks with his sister, Mrs.
Frank Morris.
Mrs. G. R. Goodman and son,
G. R-, Jr., of Charlotte, N. C., are
spending a few days with the »
former’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. J.
R. Goodman.
Mr. and Mrs. Ernest Callahan,
of Zebulon, visited the latter’s sis
ter, Mrs. J. D. Wilder, Sunday.
Mrs. Eula Head had as her
guest this week Mrs. B. Y. Yancey,
of Atlaata.
Melvin Hubbard, of Atlanta,
spent Saturday night and Sunday
with Looney Goodman.
Mr. and Mrs. I. H. Peeples and
Mrs. Eula Head formed a party
going to Griffin Wednesday.
D. H. Yancey was a guest of
I
Merrill Head Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Cleve Goodman
spent Saturday in Hampton.
honor of being elected as charter
members in the Debaters’ Council,
a new organization at Wesleyan
composed of about sixty of the -
most talented girls in debating,
history, oral English, journalism/
or literature. The members were
selected by the faculty with sug
gestions from the student body. | ,
Cars. J!
Denied
a a
LADIES ENJOY
our car rental service whereby
they can secure a smart closed
car for shopping, calling or plea»
ure driving at small expense.
Driving the car themselves, they
have the same privacy and plwfe
ure that they would have with *
privately owned car.
GRIFFIN U-DRIVE IT
COMPANY
H6 N. 8th Stre«t