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Monday, Nos t 24. 1924. i * f j I WIFE II itj K mf *w,j I h J a * \ ? Kathleen Norris f l rm h Illustrations by L IrwinKijSM « .• » % « l Y/r m 4 / A by" KatHleen. ■vU Gibbs'drove on In silence. She thought perhaps he had not been listening. “You're quite right, my deaf,” he said presently, In a softened tone. "“You make me feel ashamed of myself. ' A good woman has the ■ trick of‘putting her finger right on - the vital spot sometimes, and I be lieve my mother would agree with : you 1 ." Ellen’s happy color flooded her sensitive face. “I’ve 1 'Sot seen my father since ' this thing happened, two months ago. I suppose they told you that?” Gibbs' said. “I’ve not- been home since. ' I suppose lie’s established •her 'there, if they prowling got in on Wed nesday, and she’s among my mother’s books and laces and jeWelry. I can’t—I can’t quite go 'it The world’s big enough and people will stop buzzing about us presently. Let her have her money and position and good times, I dan’t grudge them, Gmi knows. But I feel as If ft wasn’t only my mother who died a year ago, but my father, too, and the old days, and the old ways of thinking. Some day—I don’t know—I’ll go in and see the old man, and we'll have a talk—” “But you’ve not met” her?” Ellen asked thoughtfully, when his voice had dropped to silence, “She doesn’t seem to me the cloak-model type.” “Pretty, eh?” he asked, with dry Interest. — “Oh, e xt r o t a elyl- Sh e 's more titan pretty, she really has a lovely face, and I think she is clever, too. She's studying French and music, and she—well, she has a way of keep ing silent that makes other women seem like chatter-boxes i” Mt must be lots of fun to play her game,” Gibbs said musingly. “Watching every chance, studying the social register, as if it were her. catechism, picking up bridge and French and music ! I wonder if my father sees through it?” “It wouldn’t be worth while to me,.not if 1 was left a million dol lars,” Ellen contributed, There’s too much that’s uncomfortable about It. And if I had daughters, I wouldn’t want them to think that • only money counted. I don’t mean that I could do it, even if I did want .to!” she said hastily. u There’s nothing in it' for the , people who chase it all their lives,” Gibbs observed. “And the real people— the ones who are born to it, don’t know they have It—so there you are! You can’t buy any thing ,real with money, as I see you suspect. Well, now I’ve talked you 1 to death about me and told you my maiden name and everything, and •it’s your turn. You didn’t drop out •of the- sky, I suppose, just to give me an excuse to blow off steam? 'Yon live in—” “Port Washington, Long Island. Age • twenty-two,” Ellen said de murely. She told him nbout her grandfather, and Joe, and her work •tithe Art league. It pleased her to be able to paint Mrs. Rose In the colors of a generous benefactress, -to. show hhn what a difference the ’friendship of the kindly old meddler ’had made in her life. She said •that she 1 -lived In an old-fashioned rviUage house, and that Aunt Elsie was considered the best house keeper In the village, and that her •tomatoes and Ellen’s dahlias had twice taken prizes at the Mlneola ■fair. “You sound quaint,” said Gibbs, and as if yon might have a melo -tipon in the parlor.” “We have!” Ellen said, dimpling .and widening her eyes as she •smiled at him. After that they run on for a while in contented silence until he •topped the car at one side.of the •road, rend took off his glasses. Ellen Took her own off, too, and hooked »at him In some surprise, as they Right ea, ‘.lY other in the xtcoag. “We are now forty miles from •Columbus Circle, and It is <we •O’clock.” said GibS*. “How do D'ou feel about luncheon? A place •called ’Adrian’s’ Is about three miles .from here, and 1 am a frail young nnrt Use,not hud mny break •Cast !*’ The conventional asi>eet ,of the af fair struck Ellen for the (ftrst time. She looked at him gravely, ;and her ready color crept up. She .did not kn«*’ him, hex chaperon w*s even unaware that she was In Ills care. Men loved to get foolish girl* Into strange places, Aunf Elsie said, und a girl never made a mistake Ik re fusing when she waa in doubt. Gibbs was smiling at her obviwis hesitation. “You know you’re cafe with me, Kiddle, don’t you?” he asked. “Yon know I wouldn't take you anywhere that I wouldn’t take «ny mother?” That settled It. El lea bad not been born yesterday, after all. She had her own stem girlish standard of judgment, and she knew she was safe. The luncheon was u perfectly natural part of the trlp; T they were both hungry. And he hud not had any breakfast! She made him nn answer that pleased him deeply, although he apparently conceded It Immediately nothing but a satisfied nod, and hid his eyes under the glasses again. «« If you say It's all right, I know It must be.” _ So they went to “Adrian’s. ” a big, shabby hostelry set upon tf"rise of ground, and provided with wide verandas deserte^ now under their bare awning frames. The meal earned hot and odorous and appetizing, and they talked while they ate. Gibbs told bar of his first acquaintance with Mrs. Rose. “I was a small kid of ten or twelve, in Rome, do you see? And she was there with her first hus band, Torrey. My mother was kind to her, we were at the same hotel, and she was awfully kind to me. She had a brother with her, about my age, and we saw a good deal of each other. Later, when she was a widow, she turned up la Paris 'with two children, My mother and father were staying there for a while, before leaving me to study. And later, she came here, and 'mar ried Rose, who is a darn nice fel low, and now of course sbe regards me ns a membey of the family.”, “She went to school In "Boston with my mother,” Ellen said. “But I never saw her until a few years ago. Now that I’ve visited her I can see just the careless way she suddeuly thought of fevit M JfP 1 A I u HOil ■ v! fC V % “I New Had Such a Wretched, Uncomfortable Time 1* My ILife; Perhaps It Was My Own Fault! n ing me to her Thanksgiving house party. I never had such a wretched, uncomfortable time In my life; iper haps It was my own fault T” She told him all about it, incon sequentially, and he listened with genuine Interest in his handsome eyes. Perhaps this artless revela tion of a girl’s heart was novel rto a man who found the sex remark able In *51 Its phases, perhaps with beauty like Ellen’s opposite him, and a delicious breakfast Bader way, he would have found any thing she said equally absorbing. Warmed and contented, they went out to the car again, and again Ellen was wrapped in snugly, and disguised by the big dark glasses. “Half-past two,” said Gfhbs, again at the wheel. “Tliat mean* that we will run Into the city just about four o’clock.” The car moved smoothly away over the snow. Ellen was beginning to love the steady, gliding motion. She secretly wished that there was a longer journey ahead. The snow was surely coming; dark little cottony clouds were ga fliortng nhowd and .pressing low over the silent earth. There was no sunshine now. and the air seemed heavier and colder. The roads were almost deserted. “Never you mind, we’ll heat It J** .Gibbs said with gneat enjoyment ‘'Look,out for a signpost, and tell .me where we are.” “Columbus Circle itvedve miles,’’ Ellon announced, after a few minutes. "Twelve miles—weJJ,, ,we must look out for the Sunday-speed cops now I He slackened lbs pace, They we unnlng through a well settled on. Ellen began to realize that the trip was almost over. The day had run away; a day always to be a wonderful and treasured memory. Afterward, she tried to renaew ber Just how she was shaken from her musing!. I/Ike all accidents, the thing was simplicity Itself. They were running parallel to a trolley track, on the wide street tinder the beginning of the elevated trains. There vvaa a car on the track a few hundred feet ahead, and next to the car « man driving u enormous team of horses and an empty truck. Both truck and trolley were traveling in the same direction as the automobile. The street was so wide that there wag no question, even in Ellen’s mind, of the propriety of passing the car and truck, especially us the stretch of street beyond was abso lutely empty. Gibbs turned his wheel toward the left, and was running unconcernedly by, when the mutorman suddenly sounded aa GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS ear-splitting whistle—u terriffic, prolonged blast of the siren with which trolley cars are sometime* equipped m the country. The horses, with a wild plunge *t ter ror, flung themselves straight across the path of the motor car coming up behind them, almost unseating their driver, and tangling them selves In reins and harness. Gibbs jerked his car violently to the left. Instinctively avoiding the plunging hoofs ; there was a mo ment of horrible skidding and grind Ihg in the snow that edged the ditch, then the roadster turned abruptly on Its side, and Ellen was spilled out, with Gibbs on top of her-. The girl 'had hardly time for a moment *«f hideous apprehension and panic before she was on her feet again, with his arms about iher, laughing with the revulsion and the shock. The skid had saved them, for the car was turned at an exact angle, and so had slipped with her lights firmly wedged against the further side of the, ditch, and had mo opportunity to turn turtle, as She must otherwise have done. For a few confused moments Ellen hid 'her dazed face in the fur of the man's shoulder; no, she really wasn’t hurt, she had landed on her shoulder, honestly she was not hurt. It just hurt her for a mo ment, that was all! And it bad scared her— Gibbs, reassured, began to nurse a wrenched wrist of his own, and to discuss the accident with the two carmen and . the truck driver with the 1 usual anger and threats. What was the sense of blowing a whistle right Into the horses' ears— “You were passing too close to the edge of the road anyway 1” shooted the motormun furiously. Upon Gibbs taking his number, he blew his whistle again, and banged triumphantly down the line. The truck driver, a little frightened, standing at the horses’ heads, ex pressed ' his satisfaction that the lady wasn’t hurt, and drove away. “You’ve bust your front spring, mister,” volunteered a youth gayly. “I know I have,” Gibbs said savagely. “You poor little thing," he added tenderly to Ellen. “I’ve scared-you to death!” “Oh, it feels all right, now,” she said quickly, but she was white, and stilly shaken from the narrow escape: He read her expression truly. With only one worried glance at her, he set about extricating them from the difficult position as rapidly a s po ss ibl e . —The gay boy was l e ft In charge of the car, and Gibbs caught iip Ellen’s suitcase, as, still in their heavy coats, they started on foot to the nearest garage. Fortunately this was not far away, and from here Gibbs sent mechanics hack to the roadster, and engaged a taxicab to take Ellen and himself as far as the subway at Van Gourtlandt Park. All the while he was praising her, not only in words, but with his ap preciative eyes, and in the sudden cheerfulness that the averted tragedy inspired in him. He talked to her frankly and gayly; she was a good sport, she had really shown Incredible nerye. And they had had a great day, hadn’t they?— since they missed the train from Hastings. "It’s been a—wonderful day!” she said, hardly above a whisper. Perhaps the man’s first Impulse was to ‘ lay his hand over the small hand not far from his own, to say something that should meet her mood. It was not the only tlme«,that Gibbs Josselyn had had such an opportunity, it was the first move in a game that he had •played with supreme success for many years. But he did not want to piny’that game with Ellen. There was no conscious, idle flirtatiousness In those lowered blue eyes, no co quetry In • that honest little Irish mouth. It could bring her no Joy, It might—It must bring her pain— to know Gibbs Josselyn well. No, Jet' her have- this day’s adventure to keep, an unclouded memory, and let • the story end here. She had played her part fairly, and he would play his, too. There was barely time at the •train for laughing goodbys. Ellen ■glanced back when she had passed the gate; he was watching her, add as-their •eyes met he gave her his •disturbing smile again, and again 'ualsetl hls hat. - »* He' thirty—or more, and every •woman he knows* is in love with 'him." said Ellen to herself, settling ■down In the train. “It’s been won derful—it’s 'been heavenly, and HI never -see hint again !” CHAPTER IV A UNT the ELSIE old captain nnd .Toe listened and even to Ellen's Tired and excited recital that Bight; the woman - exclaiming (jothes, over descriptions of meals and rise Old man and the young anxious to grasp exactly what happened to the car, mid Ellen stit up after 'the others had gone to bed nnd wrote a pretty note of thank* to Mrs. Rose. She said that she awl Mr. Josselyn had tmd a “♦pill In the snow,” Imf that forttmatejy no hartn was done; It had been a lovely run. After the letter was gone she sat reflecting; rould she .with any propriety write Gibbs? SJie knew she could not. She knew (that he would read her motive In doing so as clearly as if she wrote tke words: "I like you. I’m not mar ried, and you're not married. I don’t want to let you go.” She gave up the klea. and pm tier letter to Mrs. Rose by the clock, to be mailed In the morning, and we*t to bed, twisting and turning be cause the wrenched shoulder had begun to ache, hut finally falling to •leep between the cold sheets, too tired to dream. Joe mailed the letter the next morning, und stopped at the drug store on the way hack, for Ellen could not twist her Hore shoulder Into her di-ess and come downstairs In her wrapper. Her aunt und the captain prophe sied that It would get belter Im mediately, and a day or two went by. Ellen lay patiently through the long daytime hours, and wept with pain In the night. j Mrs. Baldwin persisted that It [ Was either n cold in the shoulder, (To Be Continued.) Our Daily Story Planning for a Marriage By H. IRVING KING “One thing Is certain,” said Mrs. Varnum Foster to her daughter Mary-aged twenty-one upon—“you and very fair to look shall not marry Amos Fisher, ■ Mrs. Foster had been having a heart-to-heart talk with Mary on the subject of matrimony, and had strongly Inti mated that It was about time the ybung In serious lady and con^Jdered practical the light. subject The a fond mother had named several eligible young men, any one of whom she would willingly receive as a son-in-law, and Mary had re plied to every suggestion with some such flippant remark as ‘‘Non sense ! ■ Pooh !” or “He's horrid!” Then the Irritated prohibition matron Issued her decree of against Amos Fisher. Mary “sat up and took notice" at this. She had no idea of marrying Amos until her mother put the Idea into her head. But, now she came to think bP it. Amos would not make such had a pad husband—if she really She and Amos su$h an bad encumbrance. been good friends for years—In fact, were quite “chummy”—but In all her dreams of the. future Mary had never pictured Fisher as leading her to the altar. *• Why, what's the matter with Amos?” asked Mary. “Everything is the matter with him,” replied the mother, He hasn't any money, or any pros pects. »» “Oh, yes, he has,” cried Mary; he has a bank account—he told me so—and he Is gplng to be taken into .partnership by the firm he works for next fall—he told me so. “He told yqu so!” scoffed Mrs. Foster. “And I suppose you believe every thing he tells you. Well, your father and I have talked It over, and you shall not marry Amos Fisher.” What- could you expect after that? But one thing. Mary resolved that she would marry Amos Fisher If she had to do the proposing her self. The nebulous creature of her j j day-dreams fancy whom leading she had her seen to the in her altar now assumed tlje form and features of Amos Figfier. And then she j thought, “Goodness gracious! Have I been In lov.e with Amos all along ' and not reallied It?” Mrs. Foster had been wrong when she scoffed at Amos Fisher’s pros pects. What he had told Mary about his bank account and his be l n S taken Into partnership was true; and besides, his father, Thomas Fisher, was a rather successful business person quite as flourlsh as Mary’s father, John Foster, anyway. But, like most mothers with pretty daughters, Mrs. Foster had resolved that Mary should make a brilliant match. About the time that Mrs. Foster was delivering her allocution to Mary, Tom Fisher was in his pri vate office holding forth to his son on the same subject and in a like strain. “Amos,” said he, “it Is about time you got married, You are now twenty-six. I was married when I was twenty-one. I have notices you going about a good deal with that Poster girl. Nice girl enough, but no wife for yc>^. With your good looks, your education and your pros pects, you ought to marry somebody who will be a help to you. Now cut out Mary Foster and look about for some nice girl with money.” “Why, father.” replied the aston ished Amos, “Mary and I have been chums since we were children. But as for marrying her, I never Then he stopped suddenly, He turned pale and then red, and gave a little gasp. He seemed to be struggling with some sudden emo tion, some sodden conviction. A new heaven and a new earth seemed all at once presented to him. “Fath er,” said he firmly, “I have never disobeyed you before In my life. i But this time I must do so. shall ask Mary Foster to be my wife the first time I see her—and I will see her this very night.” He went out of the office before his father could get in another word, with head erect and a look of determination on hJs lace. But In his eyes wag a new light—the love llglit which had been long smolder ing there, aud had now, by the words of his father. That t>een kindled Into a flame. evening be called upon Mary. Amos was the first to regain his self-control, and he plunged into the matter at hand ut once. s “Mary,” said he, “I have been In love with you for a long time and have just found It out. Will you marry me 1 “Yes, Amos,” replied Mary, “but mother said X mustn’t,”.......... .......— “Father said I mustn't,” replied Amos, “but I am going to. M The next day Tom Fisher and John Foster met on the street and shook hands cordially. *• Cnme out just as we had planned, didn’t It, Tom?” said Fos ter; “but don’t you ever tell my wife that I worked her for a cat’s paw—she’d skin me alive, She’* imad as a hatter now with Mary ibut she’ll get over It.” •Two clever old guys, we two, *ln’t we Jack?” replied Foster, and qiaoted: "Jfce was warned against the wom an; she was warned against the man; And it that don't make a weddtn^ then there's wathlng else tha can.” (Copyright.) Williamson News * Miss Collie Wood spent the week-end in Griffin with rel atives. Ben Ridley was in Williamson one day last week. Mrs. Jim McClurd and children left Sunday for Dalton where they will visit relatives. Meansville and Williamson played basketball here Friday af- ■ > I Henry County News (McDonough Advertiser,) Miss Imogene Allen spent the week-end with relatives. Mr. and Mrs., Paul Turner left Tuesday for their home in Corsi cana, Tex. Mrs. A. G. Harris spent Sunday at Flippen with her brother, Will Burch. Miss Eileen Neal left Tuesday for Columbus where she will ac cept a position. Miss Jane Boyd is out after several days’ illness. Mrs. E. F. Adams spent Thurs day in Atlanta with her mother, Mrs. Jessie Tomlinson. Mr. and Mrs. A. M. George and Jean spent Sunday afternoon in Atlanta with relatives. Mr. and Mrs. Arnold Moore, of Hampton, were over here Friday afternoon for a short while. Walter Ingram, of Oteen, N. C., is the guest of his parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. B. J. Ingram. Henry Knight, of Talbotton, spent the week-end with his par ents, Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Knight. Miss Ola Mae Thompson, of Atlanta, spent the week-end with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. W. G. Thompson. Mr, and Mrs. C. H. Bankston, of Atlanta, have returned home after a visit to their parents, Mr. and Mrs. Joel Bankston. Mrs. Lovett Glass spent last week in Birmingham as the guest of her daughter, Mrs. Zachry Thompson. Mr. and Mrs. C. J. Dickson and Mr. and Mrs. A. N. Brown spent Sunday in Milledgeville with their daughters, Misses Ruby and Jen nie Dickson and Alice Brown. R. L. Johnson, of Jonesboro, former editor of the Henry Coun ty Weekly, was here Tuesday. He is now engaged in farming. f A | Hollonville News V___ Mrs. J. W. Speer, of Senoia, spent Thursday with her daugh ter, Mrs. E. J. Scott. * Mrs. J. C. Beauchamp, Mrs. Hunton Allen and little son, Joe Gregg, spent Wednesday with Mrs. J. M. Connell. Mr. and Mrs. E. H. Scott, of Zebulon, visited Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Patton Thursday. Mr. and .Mrs. J. M. Weldon, of Griffin, were the guests of their parents, Mr. and Mrs. R. C. Con nell Sunday. The Woman’s Club held its meeting Thursday with Mrs- W. J. Coggin. After a business ses sion a delicious salad course and hot coffee were served. Jt. W. Scott, of Atlanta, visited Mr. and Mrs. C. P. Scott last week. Mr. and Mrs. Clifford Cochran and children, of Meansville, spent several days last week with their sister, Mrs. I. D. Cochran. Mr. and Mrs. W. F. Johnson spent several days last week/with their mother, Mrs. P. A. Johnson. They were accompanied home by Miss Annie Clare Johnson. Mr. and Mrs. C. P. Scott, J. W. and E. J. Scott were visitors in Griffin Tuesday. Mr. and Mrs. J. A. Yorbrough, Mr. and Mrs. D. A. Yarbrough visited Mrs. Ballaxd, near Jebulon, Sunday. Misses Mattie Sue Walker and Grace Pennington spent Sunday with Mrs. Maude Scott. Mrs. T. B, Patton was a visitor to Griffin Thursday. ternoon, the score being 22-20 in favor of Williamson. Tebe Dickinson motored to riffin Friday afternoon. Earl Willbanks, of Chattsworth, is visiting his sister, Mrs. B. A. Ridley. Dupree Buffington has returned home after spending several days in Atlanta this week. Mrs. W. L. Parker spent Thurs day with Mrs. Hugh Allen. Jim Shugart, of Atlanta, was in Williamson Wednesday. VERY GOOD Tourist: Prosperous communi ty you have here. Native; Yes; five service sta tions for every puncture. r — Pedenville News Concord Christian Endeavor en tertained Friendship Christian En deavor Friday night, November 14. The entertainment was enjoyed by all. There will be a Thanksgiving program at Friendship church Thursday night*, November 27. There is going to be a good pro gram and all those who do not attend will certainly miss a treat. B. R. Floyd was in Griffin last week on business. Mr. and Mrs. Charles Manley and children motored to Griffin last Saturday. H. M. Turner and Peden Turner u*re among those going to Griffin last Saturday. Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Turner spent Sunday, November 16, with their mother, Mrs. John Turner, who is seriously ill. Mrs. E. B. Turner and children spent November 16 with Mrs. Tur ner’s sister, Mrs. Pearl Harrison, of Brooks. Charlie Lee Morgan, of Thomas ton, and relatives spent Sunday with Mr. Morgan’s parents, Mr. and Mrs. T. L. Morgan. Mr. and Mrs. D. P. Blake, Sr., and children, Mr. and Mrs. D. P. Blake, Jr., and daughter, and Mr. and’ Mrs. A. E. Blake motored to Griffin and attended the Sells-Floto circus November 15. Miss Minnie Turner spent Sun day with Miss Jeanette Floyd. Mr. and Mrs. Wilton Blake, of Atlanta, spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs. D. P. Blake and rela tives. B. R. Floyd and sons, Clifford, Leo and Glenn, and Peden Turner were Sunday relatives in Talbot ton. H. M. and J. R. Turner were called to the home of their moth er, Mrs. John Tupier, Friday night, November 14, on account of Mrs. Turner’s illness. Her condi tion is reported to be some better. We all wish for her an early re covery. Mr. and Mrs. Murphy, of Weav er, have recently moved to ville, where Mrs. Murphy is ing. Their many friends are wel coming them into the community. Little Miss Katheryn Blake, daughter of Mr. and Mrs. D. P. Blake, Sr., is very sick. Her many friends hope she will soon be well again. 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Her many friends wish for her an early recovery. . Mrs. Maggie Pippens, of For syth, spent the week-end with her brother, Clifford Grubbs, on Spalding street. Misses Amends, Florence and Mary Pelt, of Experiment, visit ed East Griffin Sunday. The many friends of Roy Kil gore, formerly of Griffin, now of Fairfax, Ala., were glad to sea him back on a visit Sunday. Mrs. Harry Nichols and daugh ter, Eula Mae White, and Mr. and Mrs. Johnnie White motored to Thomaston Sunday afternoon. The Rev. C. B. Jones, pastor of the East Griffin Baptist church, has returned from the convention at Columbus and reports a great meeting. The East Griffin Baptist Sun day school has planned a barbe cue for the near future and de tails are being worked out by the committee in charge. The Robert L. Daniel Rebekah Lodge No. 46 desires to thank their many friends who made the supper Saturday night a great success socially and financially. The proceeds amounted to about $50, which will be used in pay ment towards the purchase of a piano for the church. Mr. and Mrs. Duffie McCoy and baby are spending the week with relatives and friends at EL gin. FLYING CLASS TO BE ESTABLISHED AT U. OF GA. Athens, Nov. 24.—A flying clans has been established at the Uni versity of Georgia. Not exactly department of the university, sort of a side line study for the stu dents and is taught by an expert aviator, Ben Epps, of Athens. The class, in fact, has no connection with the university, but the stu dents interested in flying are tak ing as much interest in their new course as if it was a part of the curriculum. Four states have more than a million autos registered In each. No “euro”—but helps to ro duce paroxysms of coughing. Owrr 17 Million Jmr, £W Ym—ty