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Tuesday. November 25, 1924.
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But she sent Joe for the doctor
after breakfast, and Ellen felt bet
ter after she knew Joe had gone.
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The Old Captain Listened to Ellen’s
Tired and Excited Recital That
Night.
tlcipating thing In the call and had Every
o rder long before nine. But
It was almost noon when the busy
doctor came In.
That was the beginning. Ellen,
who had never been in a doctor’s
hands before, smiled up at him un
comfortably as his skilled fingers
pressed and explored. She made it
rueful face when she heard her
fate. She must lie absolutely still
for an unspecified number of days,
perhaps a week. Mrs. Bradley
afterward told some intimates that
she mistrusted Ellen was in for a
bad spelt when Doctor Older, who
was fresh from the city hospital
himself, said that he was going to
see an old doctor in the city who
was a spine authority in a day or
two and discuss .Ellen's case with
him.
The preliminaries of a long Ill
ness are almost always wretched
for the patient. Ellen was suffer
ing acutely, she was mystified and
shocked, and she was heartsick at
the hideous possibility she sus
pected under the young doctor’s
frankly troubled manner. Joe came
In to see her for a few minutes
twice a day, her grandfather once,
her aunt kept the room clean, and
brought her trays she could hardly
touch. Fevered, restless, dazed
with lack of sleep and with the ef
fect of medicine that controlled the
worst of the pain, -she would stare
:at them dully.
Gradually she .reached the second
stage, and, If the hope died within
her then, as to the future, at least
she found the present time bear
able. Not as a whole, for her soul
shrank from the horror of the
thought that she might never walk
free and young through the street
again.
A few days hefore (Christmas the
New York specialist came down,
and was friendly and informal to
a degree that enchanted Aunt
Elsie. He could say little more than
Doctor Older. Miss Latimer had
done something mysteriously harm
ful to one of the delicate vertebrae
at the very base of the brain. It
was an unusual case.
The girl quivered into the in
valid’s invariable question.
“Doctor—do you think—can vou
give us any ideti.rHL.OR be cured,
can’t it?”
“Almost anything can be cured.
Doctor Older tells me that v<ou want
t o b e an hi t ls t ,” s a id Tir ff-^peCTiiTrsi:
for answer. N«w, there’s nothing
to prevent you from going right on
with your work here. Get out your
pencils, and don’t bother your head
about your back! You’re not liav
Ing so much pain, now—”
“Not unless I move," Ellen fal
tered, feeling the tears of hitter
disappointment press behind her
eyes.
Doctor Older immediately began
to discuss a sort of harness he
was havfng made for the neck, and
when the city man had highly ap
proved this experiment, the two
went away. Only Ellen knew the
bitter desolation they left behind
them; and the long hours In the
night she lay sobbing over what
in her dark hour she thought the
death of hope.
The harness gave her blessed re
lief, although Its ugly brownness,
pressing up against her white face,
was a hurt to Iter girlish pride.
And on Christmas day, with Joe’s
he|p, the doctor moved her down to
the dining room, where a wide
couch had been placed for her.
After that she came downstairs
every day, and Aunt Elsie and Joe
helped her tenderly upstairs every
night. And there were hours,
whole hours, whole days sometimes
between the moods of revolt and
resentment, when she found a new,
odd flavor of Joy lo her life.___
Almost every nour sometnmg
took her thoughts to Gibbs Josselyn
and the adventurous day that had
heeri her last day free from pain.
At first it had seemed that he must
know, that he had a right to know,
what the accident had cost her.
She longed—ah, how she longed,
for his splendid concern and sym-l
pathy. There were whole hours
when she lay and dreamed of It,
his shock, his horror, his visits, and
his flowers.
Sometimes the wording of the]
letter she knew she would not write
fitted through her mind. ‘‘Dear Mr.!
Josselyn— I know you will be
sorry—something that seems to
puzzle the doctors—the pleasant
land of counterpane—” |
But she did not write. Pride
kept her silent. She would not
send him the three lines that must
buy his friendship. If that was to
come to her, it would come. She
dared not beg for It.
And honest as she was in the
core Ellen knew that her moave
In keeping silent was not quite un
mixed. The note might bring him
straight to her, it was true. But
suppose lie did not In the least
realize that her life had been
crushed and altered in the one
brief moment of terror and shock
they had laughed over and so
quickly forgotten? Suppose he said
ter himself that he was sorry, and
it was a pity and nothing more?
Then she would lose not only the
future, but the bright and precious
memory of the past.
Again, he might respond to the
little appeal with all the generous
ardor that she knew was in liim,
waiting to be stirred. He might
come straight down to the house In
Main street—
—To iiiMl Aunt Elsie, opening the
door, suspicious of his errand, and
find the dining room overheated
and unaired,' and find poor Joe’s
boots oiled and drying by the air
tight stove, and adding their odor
to the other odors—
And to find Ellen, bis rosy com
panion of the furs and the laughter,
a small white-faced thing under a
patch quilt, with brown leather
straps under her chin.
Reaching this point in her
thoughts, Ellen would give a little
shudder. Better that—Ire should
never know. Better that she had
never crossed his path, or he hers,
But for that memorable week-end
she might be going to the Yacht
cluh dance with Wiila, Bobby Car
nival, and the Henshaws tonight,
she might be In the Marry Gras
Kermess that was to convulse and
i enchant the village next week. And
summer was coming, a summer
without driving and tennis and
swimming for Ellen.
She must lie still, the old physi
cal joy in living gone, and the old
peace of mind gone, too. For Bobby
and the Henshaws seemed changed
now, and in the back of her heart
and the back of her mind there
lingered the disturbing vision that
had displaced them; the memory
of a cultivated voice, of deep, kind
eyes, and silver hair and clever
groomed hands. There lingered
the hurting knowledge that certain
doors were closed to Ellen Latimer,
that certain lips spoke a language
she could not understand, that there
was a world, so near her own, where
her mere youngness and goodness
and willingness to learn could win
her no place. Other keys were
needed for those doors, and through
no fault of her own, Ellen had not
those keys.
Mrs. Rose had gone to Bermuda,
The check for Ellen’s expenses had
arrived promptly during the first
week of the year, however, and had
been the cause of some serious de
bate in the Latimer house.
Ellen wished to send it back,
with a note explaining the Circum
stances. The warm-hearted Mrs.
Rose might Show tier sympathy t'nen- in
some decided way. might even
tb.n Ellen’s sad situation in some
quarter t hrough which R would
T But , Mrs Baldwin I"' quite ,.* unsus
picious of this vague thought In her
-nkt-e-s- rmrid;- snggryt er h -That the
check simply Ite hanked for the
time when Ellen could use it. No
use distressing her generous friend
with a tale of misery for which she
was indirectly responsible, and
which she could not help.
Ellen agreed to this somewhat re
luctantly. The girl hungered for
the romantic and dramatic; life
thrust her back resolutely Into the
comonplnce, do what she might,
But she was learning patience and
self-control, coming to believe that
what made for happiness and har
mony here, In the old house, was
her first concern.
April was rainy, and May was
rainy, but the miracle of the year
went on despite the rain. A film
of green showed on the hard dark
earth of the garden and against the
bare limbs of the trees and sweet,
wild winds swept over the world
with the odor of damp turned soil
and bursting buds in their wake.
Then suddenly there were still
hot days. All the windows were
open, and a scent of 11 lues drifted
through the house.
Ellen, n little thin nnd limp, but
dressed and radiant, had u com
fortable chair under, the lilac tree,
and waved now and then at friendly
passers-by In the street. She had a
bo'k. hut often she sat dreaming
hllMrfully, with the pages unturned,
for hpurs at a time. No book va*
Half so exciting ns Was a Slow walk
to the gate, with a stop on the way
back to gather herself a dozen
violets, or a plume of lilac. Spring
had never seemed half so lovely,
or the world so kind.
The glory of the year deepened
swiftly, and joy kept pace with It In
Ellen’s heart. The harness was long
gone, the couch was upstairs again,
and only a cushioned rocking-chair
In its place. Ellen could with sweep the
garden path again, her blue
sunbonnet over her eyes. Ellen
could cut out cookies on condition
that she went straight upstairs and
lay down for an hour afterward.
Except that she had usually went to
bed at eight o’clock, and avoided
the more violent forms of youthful
amusement, Ellen might live her old
life again.
But It would never be the old
life. It was so enriched and so en
hanced by the five long months In
prison that Ellen felt sensations of
freedom and flowers absolutely find blue birdlike, sky warmth intoxi
cated whose her. attentions Leonard FTeniihaw, for
she had wistfully
longed a year sign, was her captive
n0 ' v ' r - hut she did not want to marry
■Leonard Hensliaw. gne only wanted
t0 be alive, und to claim her work
and P la - V among the living again.
Hay thirtieth, always a great day
* n Port Washington annals, broke
cloudless, and found all the village
already In holiday mood. The yacht
clubs would go Into commission at
high noon, with every Imaginable
f°rm of gayety to do honor to the
occasion. At the Port Washington
club, where Ellen and her friends
would presently gather, there were
to be swimming races, a great out
door luncheon, a baseball game be
tween the married and the unmar
ried men, moving pictures, games
and prizes for the small children,
dance until long after midnight,
and, of course, the raising of the
colors.
Ellen was taken down by the
Hensliaw boys, in their car, at
eleven o’clock, and was under pa
cole not to race, even if she swam.
not to “crew" even If she sailed, and
to be home at five o’clock to get
three hours' rest before the dance,
Strings of color were fluttering
everywhere, women with baskets
wer ® gathering on the clubhouse
Porch, eager boats were cutting
about the pier end like restless
gulls,_ pacifies, tenders, making loaded to their ca
were for the yachts,
Presently the colors went up, flut
terlng gayly against the blue, and
D‘ e cannon, fired from the r grassy
mound before the clubhouse, was
answered by twenty booming shots
from the boats. As the detonation
^ iec l away the band burst madly
' nto sound, and thirty young figures
plunged from the pier end for the
first swim, to pull themselves upon
the float a moment later as sleek as
seals, and add their shrieks and
laught er to the general uproar,
If Ellen Latimer, one of the seals,
that if he pushed her info the wafer
again he would be sorry for it the
longest day of his life, had chanced
to glance toward The Eaglet, one of
visiting yachts in the bay; an
chored three hundred yards away
f r °m her, she might at this moment
have received a shock. For a man
with a thick mop of silvered hair
under a visored yachting cap was
standing there, yawning happily in
the warm sunshine,
Gibbs Josselyn. if he had been
through no such schooling ns Ellen
in the last few months, had suf
fered, too, In his own way. Like
Ellen, he-had seemed to -lose his
place in the world, with his father’s
marriage, his resignation from his
father’s firm, and the transplanting
from his father’s house to his club,
Sensitive and proud, he found the
attitude of his intimates equally
distasteful, whether they sympa
thized with him or criticized him.
missed his work, and found no
Incentive to take up anything new.
Without his realizing it, the
pretty little Miss Latimer had
touched him. She was not flirting,
like the bright-eyed, Lucia, she was dead In earnest!
rosy little enthusl
ast.
He chanced to come to Manhasset
harbor with George Latbrop and
George's motherless boy and girl In
time for the opening of the clubs
on Decoration day.
George, Junior, leaped out of the
cabin ready for swimming, the older
men followed suit, and Gibbs, whom
the boy adored blindly in all things,
passed him In the fresh dancing wa
ter, and dragged himself up on the
anchored raft at the side of the
club pier, where they got into con
versatlon with n boy in a dirty gray
sweater, who was sitting there idlv
In the sun.
“This is golng'to he (lie -iris' race
now,” said the hoy. when lie and
George, Junior, had discussed sev
oral Important matters. “They’ll all
line up here, and dive and swim
to the float, and touch it, and then
swim back.”
On the pier, the crowd was gath
ering to watch the races, and pres-
2,1',* ently a dozen slender laughing girls
ori he ir edge hin of ?Z‘ the t : float, forn,ed and ** at the
c rack of the pistol were In the wa -
ter with W sTiouf, amT tearing like
many salmon for the swimmers’
float. The sweatered boy was now
aboard to observe to George. Junior:
“That’s my sister out there on the
float. She rotfld heat ’em all 1 She
got first prize last year, and two
years ago. She fell out of an auto
mobile, and hurt her spine, and
they won’t let her swltn yet.”
‘ 4 I don’t know what she’s doing
that In
rig, then,” Gibbs observed.
“Oh, well, she swims, but she
can’t race!”
Gibbs thought the big loosely
built country fellow had a most en
gaging smile, and paid small atten
tion to his words at the moment.
Meanwhile Ellen, wrapped in n
mantle of drying black hair, wns
rocking herself hack und forth on
the float, discussing the races, and
congratulating the winner. Perhaps
she noticed the two strange rnen
and the hoy who dived suddenly
from the anchor float, hut as this
chanced to he the moment when the
Hensliaw hoys, with two girl pas
sengers. elected to upset their
canoe, it was probable that she saw
nothing of the visitors.
Later, when she and Aunt Elsie
were busy at the lunch tables that
had been built on the green between
the clubhouse and the tennis courts,
and with a score of other women
were cutt'.- helDl”*' salad.
(To Be ^ Continued.)
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
Our Daily Story
Necklace for a
Beautiful Throat
By DUFORD JENNE
“Frankly, I positively dislike
you!”
Wells looked at her with atlnvlra- j
tlon even as she plainly told him
how she regarded him. He did not
wonder that his close friend, Elmer
Hayes, was finding her beauty al
most mesmerizing—her dark hair,
thick and lustrous, made even more
unusual and appealing the odd
golden tint of her eyes.
“I understand your feeling,” he
said calmly, “but I also know that
you hnve stepped In between the
girl to whom he Is engaged and with .
whom he would be happy—"
She laughed her metallic laugh
that was far from the velvety affair
she used with Elmer. “How do you
know that?”
»* You know very well, yourself.
You are simply playing with Elmer
—just as I am aware you have with
others. You are shallow, treach
erous, and you’ll come pretty close'
to wrecking a fine chap and a fine
girl’s happiness!
“Pooh, Wells. It Is unfortunate
that you and I happened to grow
up together. As for Elmer, I like
him.
"The point is—would you marry
him?”
“That Is my business, my friend
Now you better go!”
When Wells reached the apart
ment he shared -with Elmer, he
found the latter busy, with a small
package which be was undoing.
“Look at this, old man; Isn’t that
a beauty?” Elmer asked, his
sensitive face lighting.
He held up a necklace* exquisite
ly wrought, just the kind to adorn
a round, white, beautiful throat.
Wells gasped. “It’s a beauty, Ed.
For Ruth, I suppose.
Elmer’s face changed. "Er—no. I
got It for Verna.
“But—”
“Now, Mert, I know how you feel,
but that’s who gets It.”
“All right, then, but are you sure
you want to give up Ruth?”
Elmer leaned back, his eyes dark
ened. "I know. I ought to call
things off with her—or giving decide. I
can’t bear to think of her up
—and yet Verna—well, hang It,
Verna gets it, that’s certain.”
“Then, why not play fair; re
lease Ruth—there are a number
who -would be glad to win her."
“You’re right. She telephoned
that she wanted you and me to
come out tonight to dinner with the
family; and I’ll—I’l tell her to
night.” He stared at the necklace
in his hand, and Wells knew it was
not the necklace he was seeing but
the future.
“And, remember, old pal, it’s not
a matter of brown hair staying
brown but growing silver with the
years,” Wells added quietly. “Now,
if I’m going with you. I must run
down and get a shave.”
Elmer roused himself. “All right,
and, say. mail these letters and send
that package by messenger. Save
me the trouble.”
An hour later the two friends
started for the suburb where Ruth
had her home. On the way little
was said, for their friendship was
old, and mere companionship suf
ficed, nor was the matter that wor
ried both of them referred to except
in a comment by Elmer;
“I suppose if I step out with Ruth
you will step in.”
“You can bet I will try. But the
gray’s In my hair pretty thick. She
ought to have a mate of her age.
She’d be a great pal, a fine mother
to his kids, and she’d be true to the
end—a one-man woman.”
“Mebbe,” Elmer answered aim
lessly.
When they found themselves,
later, greeting her, all that Wells
had said came back forcibly to Ills
mind. Her dark eyes had the frank,
winsome look of one whose life
runs like % crystal stream, deep and
peaceful, without treacherous
depths of thought and mood,
Wells saw during the dinner that
Elmer’s eyes were often upon her,
and ®b e did look like a white rose
and all the white rose signifies. “I
het I 1 ®’ 8 wondering about that neok
,ace >" Wells thought, “and wishing
^ad 11 h ac h-”
When the maid called her from
I*’ e tn *’I e on 8ome errand Wells
'°°k e< I a * I 1 ' 8 chum, and the latter
'°°h e( l at him in dumb misery that
t(>ld P^dnly the regret that Wells
had surmised.
"hen she came in again her
cheeks were tinted deep, her dark
e,eR a happiness that made
heart ache even as his own
to P° imd - st0 PPed before
"’ r 0Jes s l n tl - <JU t lem an<
on .J: *? on 1 ee ‘V’! 1 - ,
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Mother, a gift * from Elmer. Oh, you
Amiind ’necklace theslim full throat was tiie
Verna's Evidently
MPMWI tW I MM t JW t
pleas
ure , wells glanced at Ids chum and
„a w h im l e ap to hie feet, gather her
in m s arms and kiss the white
throat where the necklace lav Her
father’s face was white with emo
tion restrained, her mother’s frankly
misty at the quick happiness that
had come before them,
Wells took a long drink of water.
On the way to the smoking room
after dinner Elmer whispered in
his ear: “You sent that to her In
stead of Verna !’’
Wells nodded. Elmer pressed hia
hand, and said simply;
“Thank God! Yoli’re a friend In
need and deed!”
(Copyright.) - , t
WOULD SEEM SO
I think I'll go in for raising to
*
bacco. ” ' ill
Why?”
ti It is said to be a weed. I
pose tbe^qther weeds will play
fair in the( matter.
IMPORTANT
Pompous Visitor: Has this town
ever had an important event?
Sarcastic Native: You’re paying
us a visit, are you not?
Sunny Side News \l
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Sunny Side has long been famed
its lavish interpretation of the
barbecue and the promo
of rabbit stews, but Friday
of last week witnessed a
event that eclipsed by
anything before featured in
section of the state, or any
when about 75 appreciative
assembled around the
banquet board to enjoy fat
’possum and yam potatoes, supple
mented by fried chicken and
chicken salad for those unfortun
individuals who have not ac
quired a taste for the lord of the
Georgia woodland.
The banquet was planned by the
Jadies o£» Sunny Side, under whose
auspices it was 'served amidst
brilliant surroundings.
Connor Toastmaster.
With Hon. W. H. Conor, of
Griffin, acting as toastmaster, the
banqueters were called to order
to listen to the address of wel
come delivered by Judge John
Ackbor Darsey, whose eloquence
assured all that they were among
Talks were made by Mayor Roy
S. Wood, on a Sunny Side, the
Rosebud of Creation”; Prof. A. J.
Mize, principal of the Sunny Side
High school, on “Spalding County,
the Garden Spot of the World”;
Dr. Webb Conn, former popular
citizen, on “Our Fathers”; Jack
L. Patterson, on “The Georgia
’Possum”; Mrs. Webb Conn, on
The Sunny Side Methodist
Church,” and Mrs. J. A. Darsey,
on “Our Mothers.
Despite the heavy rainfall, a
number of progressive people from
Griffin were in attendance, includ
ing Dr. and Mrs. Webb Conn, Mr.
and Mrs. M. S. Turner and daugh
ter, Mr. and Mrs. W. C. Cartlege,
T. Ezra Mann, Sheriff W. T. Free
man and Mr. Williams, of the
Georgia Experiment Station.
Quilting Party.
About twenty-five ladies of
Sunny Side and Pomona assembled
as the guests of Mrs. Flem Du
pree on Wednesday of last week
to enjoy an old-time quilting and
incidentally a feast of fried
chicken, boiled country ham,
chicken salad and other acces
sories necessary for a noon-day
repast. Three quilts were fin
ished, one of which was donated
to the North Georgia Methodist
Orphans’ Home at Decatur, one
»
to the Georgia Baptists’ Orphans
Home at Hapeville, anc^ the other
to Christian Orphans’ Home in At
lanta. Other similar events are
being planned for the benefit of
the orphans under the protection
of the three denominations.
Buys Lot.
W. P. Coleman, of Union dis
trict, has purchased the five-acre
lot in South Sunny Side owned
until recently by Judge John J.
Hunt, of Griffin, on which he will
begin the construction of a resi
dence next spring. Hugh Hunt,
who had the property in charge,
has gone to Cincinnati, Ohio, to
accept a position as delivery clerk
at one of the railway freight
depots.
Buys Callaway Farm.
T. H. Johnson, Spalding county’i
champion watermelon grower, hai
purchased the Callaway farm of
forty acres one mile west of Sunny
Side, on which he will move with
his family as soon as the property
is vacated by A. L. Willingham
and family, who have rented the
Starr place in Nortft Sunny Side
from Mrs. Kate Sims.
Personals.
Mr. and Mrs. George W. Wood
and children, pf Macon, spent Sat
urday night and Sunday with Mrs.
.Lillie,Wood and family.
J. M.- McDonald and Misses
Helen White and Virginia Bittic
spent last Saturday afternoon in
Griffin shopping.
Mrs. W. D. Etheredge and Byron
Etheredge, ,of Atlanta, spent last
week with H. L. Minter and fam
ily in North Sunny Side.
Mrs. T. S. King has returned to
Atlanta, after a visit to Sunny
Side relatives.
Mr. and Mrs. M. S. Turner and
daughter, of Griffin, and Miss Ida
Ruff went to Atlanta Sunday to
hear Bishop U. V. W. Darlington,
POLICE COURT
Ben D. Joiner, local real estate
insurance agent, and O. L.
local barber, whose cars
at the intersection of Hill
Taylor streets on November
were arraigned in police court
Monday on charges of reckless
dangerous driving.
They explained the accident in
to Judge P. M. Cleveland,
Mr. Joiner and fined Mr. Colquitt
$10 or 30 days, the latter having
cut his ear to the left instead of
the right, according to the evi
dence.
Other Cases.
Jim Hall, E. C. Goodrum, John
Clowers, Eliza Bibbs, C. S. West
lake, E. R. Littlejohn and G. D.
Ballard, each fine $7.50 or 15 days
of charges of drunkenness. Bal
lard paid $2.50 and will work on
the city chaingang 10 days. Wil
bur McCullough and George Jor
dan each $10 or 20 days. Paul
Crawford, drunk and disorderly,
$10 or 20 days.
Arthur Kelly, quarreling and
fighting, $7.50 or 15 a days; Alex
Ponder, same charge, $5 or 10
days; Wallace Bivins and J. B.
James, exceeding speed limits,
each $15 or 30 days; G. Head,
driving car while under influence
of liquor, $35 or 60 days; Nolan
of Huntington, W. Va., who oc
cupied the pulpit at Wesley Me
morial church in the forenoon.
Col. Ellie Weems, of New Or
leons, La., a former well known
and popular citizen of Henry
county, spent several days last
week near here with his brother,
Herritt Weems.
Miss Velema Minter ,of Griffin,
was the guest of Sunny Side rela
tives Sunday.
R. J. Manley and S. R. Spangler
represented the Sunny Side Metho
dist church at the North Georgia
conference in Atlanta last week.
Vincent Butler and family have
moved to Experiment, where Mr.
Butler will engage in the mercan
tile business. *
J. Hope Malaier was a visitor in
Griffin last Sautrday.
TURKEY
CARVING
MADE
EASY
There is just one thing you must have if you are going to
carve the Thanksgiving Turkey properly—that is a good
carving set—a strong fork and a sharp knife.
CARVING SETS |
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COMMUNITY
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GRIFFIN HARDWARE COMPANY
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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. r
We it when that only V
mean we say you can start
that
SAVINGS ACCOUNT u
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Nelson, driving in reckless
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ner and exceeding speed limit, $20
or 30 days; Henry Andrew, violat
ing traffic laws, fl; Jim Peugb,
asleep on street, $1 or three days.’" <
Cases Dismissed.
The following cases were dis
missed by the recorder; Branford
Jones, Fain Jones and R.R. Par
rott, charged with quarreling and
fighting, and J. E. Burk, charged
with driving with one light.
RUTHERFORD’S EXPENSES
WERE ONLY $3,435
Washington, Nov. 25.—Samuel
Rutherford, Democratic represea
tative-elect from Georgia, Monday
reported a total campaign expendi
ture of $3,435 and not $6,870 as
previously onnounced.
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Customer; Have you a book en
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Carriage? tt
Clerk: “No, madam, but here is
one: ti A Dozen Ways To Obtain
an Automobile.”
Although Cuba is an agricul
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pendent on the success of two
crops—sugar and tobacco.
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