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Wednesday, November 26, 1924.
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and pouring coffee, Joe lounged up
to them, gorging on sandwiches, In
terested In all other forms of food,
and even willing to be useful In
some not too conspicuous way.
“There’s a feller on one of the
yachts that ast me to come out with
a boat, about four o’clock, anfl bring
him in to get cigarettes and lee and
butter and things,” Joe volunteered.
“He EaHmer. asked me my name, and l paid
I get sick of this 'Joe—
•1e?—Joe’ the business. hamed Every wop In
place is Joe! Gosh, that
kid. with them must have things
pretty easy. His sister shl wag wkf there,
A little kid—bui Gosh, a
pippin! Harriet! She’s about ten
, or twelve with her hair all hanging
round 1”
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*. Llfimers EJJfen laughed, and for the young
the episode seemed closed.
And yet not only to Ellen, and to
Gibbs Jossel.vn, but to Joe and the
Innocent Harriet of the hanging
locks, the hour was filled with tios
Islhlllties, and never to be stricken
i from the calendar of the four lives
again.
I For Gibbs had caught the name
Joe Senior, called to George Lathrop,
and had mused upon It.
“Latimer—that’s funny. Latimer
and Port Washington—he might be
Iher cousin or something. I sup
pose the same names-run through
all grades in these old country
p laces. If he com es at four. I’ll nsl.
ihlm If he knows my little lady.
What did Mrs. Bose call her?—
Helen, that was it!”
“Is there anyone down here
inamed Helen Latimer?” he duly
asked Joe, late in the sweet sum
mer afternoon, when the races were
-over.
“No, sir. I guess my grandfather
and my sister and I are the only
ones of that name." Joe answered,
after a moment’s thought
“You never heard of a lady
.named Mrs. Bose—Mrs. Sewall
Bose?'’
“Sum 1 did!” Joe said, smiling.
“She’s the lady that got my sister
started In the art school!”
“Well, of course!" Gibbs was sur
prised at his own pleasure In Identi
fying her at last “Your sister,
that’s It! And what Is her name?"
“Ellen,” Joe smiled.
“Ellen, of course!” Gibbs echoed.
■“Well, how Is she?"
“Oh, she’s ail right now,” Joe an
swered carelessly. “If you’re com
ing ashore for the dahee tonight
jeon’ll see her. She can’t dance, ex
cept just a little, but she’s going
■down.”
"I hardly think we will come In
for the dance,* Gibbs answered.
“Funny—she looks as If she could
dance! But yon give her my love—
Mr. Josselyn—will you?”
At tbe dinner table George La
throp asked Gibbs If he had noticed
that boy. That was no sort of boy
to be knocking about the water front
of a small fishing village, he had an
exceptionally fine face.
“Td like to get hold of a boy like
that and keep him abont the
place,” Lathrop said, enthusiasti
cally- “It would be the making of
George.”
"Well, If you like the boy, I as
sure you you’d be amazed at the
sister,” Gtbbs said. “She’s a little
beauty; dainty, clever, quick as a
whip! I take It they’re the best
■sort of American blood, come of a
long line of simple, decent peo
ple—”
“What’s the matter with her?”
Lathrop asked.
“The matter with her—how d’you
mean?” Gibbs, who was mixing a
salad dressing, looked up sharply.
“Why, she’s sickly, or something,”
his host answered innocently.
"Didn’t you hear the boy say this
morning that she couldn't swim any
more, and jjjst now, didn’t you hear
him say that she couldn’t dance?”
“He said she’d been in a motor
accident, and hurt her spine.” little
George said. “But she got the prize
fftir swimming last year, and sec ond,
prize in the ladies’ singles— What
Is it. Uncle Gibbs?”
For Gibbs had laid down his fork
«nd was staring at him strangely.
"Great Lord!” he said In a liorri.
fled undertone. “But that couldn’t
be!” And as they all looked at him
in surprise, he turned toward his
host “You remember when my
ear was In a smash-up, last Novem
ber, George?” he said. “It just oc
curred to me that that Uttle girl
was with me 1 I don’t suppose
therFs one chance in a thousand
♦hat that was where she got hurt—
I don’t suppose there’s one*chance
In a mlTtlon—”
He got trp and walked to the
cabin window. The sunset gun had
fired, the banners were lowered.
Port Washington was dotted with
lights In the early darkness, other
lights mirrored themselves In the
qnlot bay.
“I guess yon and I wnl have to
go over and have a look at that
< la nee, George,” he said.
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It was a night made InnoAent, for youth,
and beauty, and the radi
ant egotism of beauty and youth.
Ellen knew, when the girls told her
she looked perfectly adorable, that
they spoke no more than the truth.
To her happy eyes they all looked
adorable, and she truthfully re
turned their compliments.
Gibbs, his host and both the ehll
Aren came ashore in the rowboat of
the~Eaglet at eight o'clock. Lathrop,
Senior, had friend* among the club
mambKIi sniLw&s quickly token *'
fhe heart of PorF Washington’s
younger set He was a democratic
man, and he liked to see his daugh
ter's blonde locks bobbing over the
shoulder & a la • yvho had rowed
the t afi »tl Gibbs had
declined to enief ffie ball room at
once, and had remained on the
porch to finish his cigarette.
From the darkness here he
watched the dancers, and be had no
difficulty In finding Ellen, In her
pale pink ruffles, with her exquis
|dUmt face. Slie was not dan
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e, ana when GSTibS first saw
her, was talking prettily to some
older women with great gravity and
attention, a youth came up and
She transferred her earnest gaze to
higi, and presently Gibbs felt a
quick sensation of almost pain near
his heart as her face brightened
into an actual laugh.
So sweet, so young, so innocently
fresh and good! Gibbs wondered
whether summer and moonlight had
gotten Into his blood, as he felt it
run warmer at the sight o{ hef.
Too dignified to write him. what a
day of pleasure had cost her, too
honest to make capital out of the
fortuitous chance, she could adjust
her little affairs with courage and
character, and. having chosen her
path, pursue It to the end.
—The man who wo n Ellen Latime r
would be a lucky man, he thought,
with a curious wistfulness.
And ■ suddenly, with an unaccus
tomed flush of color 1n his face, the
question sprang into his heart full
formed. Suppose such a girt could
come to care for a man like him?
Where could lie find anything bet
ter, or sweeter, or more rich In
promise for the year; to come? He
was tired of the old life; he liad
never really cared for tbe false
standards, the superficial women,
the intriguing, shallow girls, the
show and glitter anil cost. To put
his arm about that lovely young
body, to feel her close to him as she
raised her flowerUke face for his
kiss, to see Ellen In the sort of
gowns he could 'design for her,
crouched beside the studio fire—
crossing an old 'garden in spring— his
Nothing in toofcths had stirred
old delight in tlvlng as the thought
of pleasing her, spoiling her, find
ing the untouched depths of her joy
always frcsih.
Suddenly the plan was bora.
Paris! TJiey would go to Paris,
and there they could both work,
and eoulsl make themselves a life
nothing ghort of the ideal. A dim
old studio, one of those clever maids
who delight in the cooking art, sum
mers idling in Brittany or Holland.
And the lovely young Mrs. Jktsselyn,
a picture in gipsy hats and ssmnier
smocks, or velvet, childish winter
gowns, would fill his life with
sweetness, and inspiration, and
everything that was clean and good
and honest.
He crossed the porch to the door
of tbe ballroom as the dance ended,
and met her, in the group of girls
and boys who were coming cut for a
breath of cooler air. She was talk
ing to another girl, but she saw the
strange man, and turned her bright
eye* curiously toward Iuk, Then
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Then She Stopped Speaking and
One Mand Went With a Quick
Gesture to Her Heart, and In the
Dimness He 8aw Her Breast Rite
Suddenly, and Her Lips Part a
Uttle.
she stopped speaking, and one hand
went with quick gesture to her
heart, and in the dimness he saw
her white breast rise suddenly, and
her lips part a little.
He got her band, and held It,
and still she did not speak, merely
stood breathing high, and looking
steadily at him.
Gibbs found his own voice curi
ously unmanageable. He cleared his
throat
Ellen!” he said.
• • • • s e e
Another dance began, and an
other, and yet another. And through
them all Ellen and Gibbs sat on
the dark porch, over the softly mov
k* watevtgJLt&ljted wUfeJfe« th*
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
perafe deep rerretmiar pngrlrrts Know
who find fresh ley springs after the
parching desert, or mothers know
who weep beside the bedside of the
child that will live.
It seemed to Ellen that all her life
had been only a preparation for
that talk. Sometimes he made her
laugh, and she would flash him a
look from averted blue eyes, and
bring all her dimples Into sudden
play. and. often she ro»d» him laugh,
and would regard him with deli
cious childish seriousness until his
mirth was explained. But for the
most part they were serious! there
was much to be explained, much
that was sad and poignantly sweet
to remember, and with eloquent
looks and monosyllables they re
lieved It all. and found It Inexhaust
ibly wonderful and strange.
And at midnight Ellen was driven'
away, by Leonard Henshaw, her
hand still warm from the touch of
Gibbs’ big hand, her shoulder still
feeling the pressure of his protec
tive arm. her heart and mind and
soul in a whirl of sunshine. She
undressed, wrapped in a sort of love
for the gown and the hair and the
eyes Gibbs had praised* and lay
down on her small white bed and
extinguished her light so promptly
that her restless aunt, in the next
room, felt a sensation of gratitude.
riut Ellen had i?b time to waste
with sleep tonight.
- Nor did Gibbs sleep. He sat out
side his stateroom far into the morn
ing, smoking, thinking, smoking
again. At about four o’clock, when
a faint hint of dawn was glimmer
ing Into the darkness, George,
Senior, looked yawning dut.
™ grow—I’m Wining’ Uffg’. Qipbs
arose, cold, yawning and stffctcfi
lng. “I know,” he apologized, tii
Ing. And coming near to the
tousled flhd pajama-clatl form of
his friend he said with a certain
boyish appeal In his voice: “I’m
awfully happy about something,
George, and awfully—sort of scared.
Wish me luck, old man!”
CHAPTER V
tt'T'OMMY, dear,” the little mother
-*• la the big blue coat said pres
entl 5\ lifting the child from her lap,
and setting him upon his own
sturdy legs on the deck, “run and
tell dad that mother wants to see
him! Tell him we’re almost—al
most In!” ,
Her voice rose almost to song on
phrase, and although—the
child was already out of hearing,
her nearest neighbor, an elderly
woman also comfortably stretched
In a deck chair, heard her and
smiled.---------
“You sound glad to be back, Mrs.
Josselyn!” said she....;____________
“I didn't know how glad I was go
ing to be,” admitted Ellen Josselyn,
her happy eyes leaving the prospect
of the dark waters of the harbor
mouth, and the unmistakable ap
proach of the solid blue shadows
that mean land. “Mr. Josselyn and
I went abroad the very day after
our marriage,, and that was six
years ago last October. We've lived
In France all this time. Tommy
was bom there, and when we de
cided to come back to America I
felt a sort of terror, actually I It
seemed much, much harder than
tjte original uprooting, strangely
enough! I never have been home
sick for America, but I’m homesick
already for France 1 And yet, now
that we’re almost In, I’m beginning
to be terribly thrilled 1”
Ellen let her eyes rest on the tum
bling water again, and the near
ing land. America again! Thirty
fourth street again. Central park
again; after all, It was home. She
had curiously, vaguely dreaded it,
she had had her times of hoping
never to return, and yet now - she
felt a sudden thrill and a rush
of something like rapture In her
heart.
She was an older Ellen, at twen
ty-nine, and an astonishingly devel
oped Elen. The six years had
made a woman of intelligence and
charm. Travel and study had done
their tftiare, joy had had its part
In the change, and sorrow, too.
Wifehood had brought her generous
nature only what was fine and good,
motherhood had brought her the
boy that was the core of her heart.
And motherhood had brought
sorrow as well, for little Tom had
had h sister for a few happy
months, three years ago, and the
baby grave, in a strange cemetery,
was thoughts. -never long out of Ellen’s
But that 'was the only shadow *
Otherwise, it was all gain. The
radiant girl that had sailed with
Gibbs from this same harbor more
than six years ago had not been an
exacting wife. There was no back
ground of spoiling and selfishness
to make Ellen Josselyn n difficult
woman to live with. Her joyous:
“Oh,'Gibbs, won’t that be fun f* had
charmed him, and perhaps a little
touched those first him, days. a thousan d lime* In
Everything was
delight to her, the ship, the new
fripnils, Ihe new gowns. Her eyes
and heart were never tired of new
Impressions.
Paris was all she had ever
dreamed for her life, much more
than her brightest dream. And be
fore Tommy came, and afterward,
and always, how wonderful life was
for Ellen! Exploring the mngle
city, with her hands in Gibbs’ arm,
watching content and ambition
mark new lines in his fuce, hearing
him say, n dozen times a day, 1 , that
she had given him back bis life;
her happy, grateful heart was only
too full. He began to work at once,
and for awhile she worked, too. But
swiftly she saw that her earnest
and clever beginning was as that of
a promising child. There were ten
thousand girls In Paris who could
do what Ellen could do.
Gibbs was a genius, she never
doubted It, and 1t was only a year
o> fwo after they came to Paris
that his world began to see It, too.
He went straight at his portrait
work, and he lived only for that,
and for her. And Ellen, watching
other women struggle and despair,
in loneliness and poverty, wondered,
with her old, sweet, childish sur
prise, why God had been so good
to her.
And presently Rhe had Tommy,
and they were playing at house
keeping In fhe tiniest of little lost
villages In Brittany. These were
days of sunshine, while Gibbs, won
derful In knickerbockers and a
(To Be Continued.)
Our Daily Story
Didn’t Look Like a
Professor
By JANE OSBORN
So you’re the new English In
structor,” said Blair O'Neill, scru
tinizing the young woman across
from him at one of the small tables
of the College Inn In the small col
lege town of Kingsberg.
“Ansi you’re the new associate
professor,” she said v^lth something
of the same tone that Blalre had
used In addressing her.
"Is there anything remarkable
about that?" he asked.
“Only that you don’t look like a
professor or even an instructor, and
you don’t act like one,” she said.
“And you don’t act any more like
an Instructor," he said smiling.
Then In spite of herself Jane Hol
land laughed and Blaire O’Neill
laughed loud and long—laughed as
perhaps ill became a newly appoint
ed associate professor of English.
“It was really quite funny,” she
agreed. What would staid old
Professor Ormsby, head of the de
partment, say if he knew that on
the way to Kingsberg his new as
sociate professor and his new In
structor, neither one knowing the
identity of the other, had mildly
flirted for an hour or so? If I’d
kgown who you were I would have
been very reserved When you began
by asking me If I wanted to borrow
jwir magazine. I wonder why you
ever decided to be a professor—
you look more like some kind of
writer, n
“Tb6 trouble Is, I’m only half a
writer,” said Blalre with something
of a sigh. ~ ; * ~
“Which half?” asked Jane, and
then, “I’ve been told that I had only
half the essentials of a really suc
cessful novelist. I wonder If we
have the same falling.” /
“I’m all right on characterization,
personality, local color—that sort
of thing,” said Blalre, becoming
much Interested In the trend of the
conversation, “but I’m lacking In
plot sense. Plot doesn’t appeal to
me.
‘How funny,” said Nancy, eyes
wide with interest. "Plotting Is
the only thing I can do.
“Between the two of us we ought
to make one flrst-rate story writer,
Let’s go into partnership.”
“Wouldn’t that be wonderful,” hands.! ex
claimed Jane, clapping her
“And-we can sign the things Jane
O’Neill or Blalre Holland-some-.
thing like that.” I
Before autumn hatf come hoth as
sdclale professor and instructor had
tendered their ■
resignations from the
faculty of Kingsberg college, but no
one there guessed that the Identity
of the much-talked-about Blair Hoi
land was really those two rather
quiet and unassuming personages.
By this time they bad rented an
office in the city and spent four or
fJng^Xl^LlngT^iXfcT^ writing,
amending, planning—but
they had under way.
“I was just thinking,” said Jane
one morning after she had seen her
partner dancing Interestedly with
another girl the night before, “I was
just thinking that perhaps for our
mutual protection we ought to draw
up some sort of contract—”
“Exactly what I was thinking,”
said Blaire O’Neill, with a curious
unsteadiness in his voice. He wa«
thinking of the interesting stranger
who had danced three dances In sue
cession wrfh Jane at the club
the night before. “Together we
can make a more than enviable
come and can have the Joy of writ
ing successful stories. If one should
draw urch. off_fhe Off other would be in the
course you would be more
likely to desert. I’ll always have
to earn * living, anyway. It doesn’t
seem fair to me to ask vou tir nmm- P
1*—”
“But T want you to promise, too.
it y<m—you should marry— 43 ome
cme—fhat some one mightn't like
lrav IS_ yo I 1 spen<1 80 murb time with
another girt , every day. She might
be Jeifious. But if you had signed
a contract you could just show It
to her, and then she’d have to let
yon.”
“Little chance I’ll ever marry
at least anyone that would be jeal
ous of you,” said Blair.
“Of course, I shan’t iarry. Tm
•quite-sure of that—”
Then in their embarrassment
their eyes met, and each held the
■other:m a long glance. .Tane dropped
her eyes and Blair walked slowly
over 'te the chair where she had
been Sitting correcting manuscript
He carefully took the papers and
pencils from her lap and then he
sat down on the floor at her knees.
“Suppose we marry each other.
Jt..uaiuscetl. to me that first day we
wet when w e w eie gu il ts ; Cd Tungs'
berg—that you were the woman I
wanted to marry. Then you turned
oat to be an English instructor, and
I was afc aid to ask you, and then
we went Into partnership anti you
seemed sc much preoccupied with
yernr worts that I thought you'd
never And want then to think last of marrying it—oh. -
me. night jknt®u«'
Jane, I don't want to seem
but * guess that’s what It is.”
“I know I’m jealous,” said Jane.
“Td been wondering what I would
say if you ever should ask me to
marry you, though I didn't much ex
peet you weuld. And then last
night there was that other girl, and
I just made up my mind you’d have
to marry me. I’d made up my mind
If you did marry anyone eise I’d
never work with you again.”
(Copyright.)
West Lamar News
The friends of Mrs. Ross are
glad to know that she is improv
ing and wish for her an early re
covery.
Misses Rosa Lee and Beulah
Harris, William Harris Randolph
and Willie B. Preston attended the
KA$H & KARRY
(Watch Friday’s Paper)
EAST GRIFFIN
MISS ESTELLE GRUBBS
Correspondent
Miss Graee Kimball and Miss
Goldie Elder, of Experiment, visit
ed friends in East Griffin Sun
day.
The many friends of M™. W. A.
Brooks, wife of Supt. Broks, are
glad to know that she is doing as
well as could be expected, after an
operation at the Griffin hospital.
The many friends of Mrs. Ben
Pugh are sorry to know that she
is still ill and wish for her an
early recovery.
Mr. and Mrs. Clarence Suits, of
Thomaston, motored to Griffin and
spent Sunday with friends.
Mr. and Mrs. Cleve Bunn, of
Grays Crossing, spent Sunday in
Griffin with friends and relatives.
Hoyt Smith motored to Thomas
ton Saturday.
• The Georgia-Kincaid Bleachery
is installing an up-to-date filtering
plant that will purify 500 gallons
of water a minute.
Oak Grove News
On the night of November 17
the angel of death visited this
community and claimed one of
the oldest and most beloved citi
zens, S. T. Pope,. He was mar
ried twice, first to Miss B. Davis,
of which union he leaves three
children, Mrs. R. H. Huddleston,
and Mrs. Browning Williams, of
this place, and George- * Henry
Po P e » Atlanta. The second
marriage was—to Miss Flora
_______ Brown and . , she . and , three ., small „
children survive him. He was
, bunt . d , at . Ebernezer ,,, cemetery, . „ the
‘
Rev. John Gill conducting the
run ■ _________. eraI
services.
.
Thp ' nKA B
gathering their crops.
Mrs w Williams and , daugh- , .
- -
Louise, of Clover, spent the
wee , k-end , with Mrs. W. C. „ Moore.
Miss S&rail Moore spent Satur ‘
da Y a «d Sunday with her sister,
Mr> - E - c - phi,u >»' "> c ™'“
Mrs. C. E. Whitlock, of Line
! Creek *. , visitor . here Thurs
> was a
day.
i Mrs ‘ G - °- „ Brown . has been 111 ...
i for several days.
-
I Mlss Ethel , _ Ta y , lor . one of „ ,, the
teachers here, and Miss Lucile
„ Whltlock . , attended the teachers’
i
meeting at Fayetteville Saturday,
| Misses „ Ruby . Cruse _ and , Blanche
Whitlock visited Miss 'Eva Floyd
at Wlnona Saturday.
Gus Jones, Charlie Brown,
„ Hu * b,e Adams, A , ... Waymon —, Whitlock
and J. R Williams attended the
hoi supper at Aberdeen Saturday
night.
' Miss Enitna Whitlock spent
Sunday with Miss Myrtice Whit
loc , , at „ Ao .. ,d ,
* « «n.
Mrs. Luther Bailer and Mrs
Raymoasd » Robinson, of Winona,
spent Monday with Mrs. Hamer
Harris.
Frank. Couth and family, of
Griffin, visited the family tf Jo
nah Couch Sunday..
The literary school here, under
the efficient management of Prof.
W. M. Speer and Miss Ethrf Tay
j lor is progressing nicely. They
are planning for « Christmas tree
U2
Wayuon Whitlock, J. B. Wil
iams,, William Padgett, 0. ». Bai
Iwy, Embry WilTiams, Misses Ruby
'C-ruse, FatfSne William* and
Blanche WHritleefe ware among
those attending thr candy pulling
«tt Tom Davis’ at Ebernezw Sat
urday night.
aiagring at MSs* lMi&n Ross’ at
New Hope Sunday night.
Mr. and Mm. J. A. Patterson
had as their guests Sunday W. D.
and i. T. Patterson, af Milner.
Mr. and Mrs. W. T. Smith and
Mrs. Weldon spent Sunday with
Mrs. Maddox and family and Mr.
and Mrs. Millard T. Payne at Re-i
hoboth.
H. D. Clark made a business
trip to Barnesville Sunday.
Mrs.** Sallie Clark, of Milner
spent the week-end with Mrs. H
D. Clark and family.
Mrs. J. J. Cauthen and family
if Griffin, spent the week-end
with Mr. and Mrs. W. D. Cauthen
The British museum library
contains four million volumes.
( Brent News
}
Mrs, R. C. Owens entertained
at a miscellaneous shower Wed
nesday in honor of Mfiss Myrtice
Spear, a bride of the week.
The house was prettily decor
ated with vases and baskets of
white and yellow chrysanthemums
Mrs. Owen was assisted by Mrs.
Ben Spear.
Several contests were partici
pated in. The first, a list of
things a bride should have, being
won by Miss Abbie Coppedge,
a week-end case. Next the show
er contest, also won by Miss Cop
pedge, a box of stationery.
Then the guests were ushered
into the beatuiful dining roo.|
with its appropriate decoration*.
Each guest having a painty place
card in yellow and white with
dainty little buds, The center
decoration was a big kewpie
dressed as a bride.
A sweet course was served.
Then ctupe .the shower from a
White umbrella.
Those present were Myrtice
Spear, Louise Spear, Abbie Cop
pedge, Margaret Bush, Ida Mae
Brooks, Lucilla Coppedge, Char
ley Bud Dumas, Eva Sanders,
Sarah Sanders, Zannie English,
Lillian Spear, of Atlanta, Jewell
Spear, of Macon.
Mn and M ‘‘ 8 ’ Ike Bush enter *
tamed at a family reunion 0n
ThurSday ° f laSt Week in honor of
^ Hartford )eir brother, Cmln K The B. ^ Respess, e8ts were of
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Mrs. Robert Smith, of Moultrie;
T ‘ G ’ f h , b ’ of - ^ Mac6n !
Mrs. C. G. Gamble, of Tennille;
Mr8- ... W R n T<a of Thomaston;
’ ‘ * ran ’
Mr. and Mrs. Fin Cfiolfleld, ’ of
Culloden : Mr ’ and , Mrs „ - R ^ves,
Barnesville. ——---------
Mr ‘ and ^ rs> ” oward Smith
and family spent Sunday in
Barnesville. D ...
Cleveland Scott, of Macon, was
the tne &unda Sun(iav y K „ uest ue8t of ot Mr M r - and and
^j rg f q Scott.
Mr ‘ and Mrg ‘ J ' °- Mrs -
M. C. McGinty, spent Wednesday
rtoppn*.
Mrs. T. G. Scott spent
nesday in Forsyth.
Mr. and Mrs. G. F. Thurman
were tbe K uests of Mr. and , „ Mrs.
Lee Hawkins in Barnesville Wed
nesday. ,
Miss Jewel Speak, of Macon,
the . guest of her parents, Mr.
is
and Mrs. John Spear.
.. Mr. and ... Mrs. _ T. G. _ Owens
and family, of Muncie, Ind., are
expected , at an early , date , to make
their home here,
-
The wedding of Miss Myrtice
kpear and Forrest Willis was sol
emnized at 3 o’clock Sunday af
ternoon at Mt. n Pleasant church.
The wdeding * march was played
. by „ Mrs. Arthur . Jackson, ,, of
Barnesville.
The groom entered with Ben
Spear, brother of the bride, as
best man.
The bride entered with her sis
ter-in-law, the matron of honor,
Mrs. Ben Spear, and took her
place by the groom before a beau
Li£ul improvised altar of stately
palms, ferns and southern smi
At either sid e were tall
pedestals on which were crystal
-muwUu - s ticks holding-l a rge white
candles, intermingled with bas
kets of white chrysanthemums.
The bride was lovely in a trav
el» n K gown of peacock blue broad
cloth and becoming hat of gold
cloth and black velvet and acces
series to match.
The matron of honor was gown
ed in sand colored crepe and
cream lace.
Mrs. Arthur Jackson played ap
propriate music during the cere
mony.
They left for points in Georgia.
After about 10 days Mr. and
Mrs. Willis will be at home to
their friends near Yatesville.
The Red Bone Woman’s Club
entertained the members of the
Brent Community Club Thursday
afternoon from 2 to 5 at the home
of Mrs. Otis Owen, near Barnes
ville. The home was attractively
decorated with yellow chrysanthe
mums and other fall flowers. An
interesting Thanksgiving program
was given and a contest of words
from Thanksgiving was won by
Mrs, W. G. Scott and Mrs. R. C.
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Owen, the prize being a big stick,
of pink candy. A delicious salad
course with hot chocolate waft (
served. Most of the members of
the club were present to enjoy
the delightful time.
Miss Abbie Coppedge entertain
a number of her friends at rook
at her home on the Culloden road
Saturday night from 8 to 10
o’clock. The game was played in
the living room and the music |j|
room. The decorations through
out the house were fall flowers
and autumn leavea. Those pres
ent were Misses Myrtice Spear,
Margaret Bush, Edna Sanders,
SdFah Sanders, Louise Spear, Lu-,
%
cilia Coppedge, Charley Dumas, ,
Ida Mae Brooks, Ruby Rebecca
Pippins, of Culloden, Zannie Eng
lish, Miss Smith, of Moultrie, Lil
lian Spear, of Atlanta, Jewell
Spear, of Macon, Mrs, Ben Spear
and Mrs. R. C. Owen, Lawrence
Bush, Ben Spear, Charley Hay
good, Smith Bush, Clarence Horn,
Wyatt Kadle, George Pinnins,
Aubrey Sikes, Forrest Willis, Ja
mie Willis and Henry Dumas.
Miss Ida Mae Brooks and Mr*
Brooks were guests of relative*
near Jackson Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Appling, of At- J;
lanta, were Sunday guests of Mr.
and Mrs. John Spear.
Miss Lillian Spear and Misa
Henson have returned to Atlanta
after a few days’ viait to Mr. and
Mrs. John Spear.
Miss Jewell Spear has returned
to Macon after spending the week
end with her parents, Mr. and
Mrs. John Spear.
Miss Margaret Smith, of Ma
con, who has been the guest of
Miss Margaret Bush, has returned
home.
Mrs.H. D. Coppedge and Misa
Addie Coppedge were the guesta
of Mrs. George Hartshorn,! SS
Griffin, Tuesday.
C. B. Owen has gone to Savan
nah, where he will enter a gov
ernment hospital for treatment.
The many friends of Mrs, Ko*
coe Treadwell, of Russellville, wil
be sorry to hear that she is in at
Atlanta hospital for an operation.
Miss Rebecca of Cnf
loden, is the guest of her sister *
Mrs. R. C. Owen.
R. C. Owen attended the sing- '
ing at Goggans Sunday.
Mr. and Mrs. Will Jones, of
Culloden, were Sunday guests of
their mother, Mrs. F. S. McGinty,
NATIONAL GUARD CALLED
OUT IN NORTH CAROLINA
Newbern, N. C., Nov. 26.—The
local National Guard unit war
called out here late yesterdaj
afternoon on order of Governoi
Cameron Morrison to protect thi
Craven county jail, which is sur
rounded by a crowd of several
hundred persons seeking John Go
dette, negro, who is charged with
killing a little girl here.
A mine in the Kolar gold fields
of India goes down 6,140 feet- ’
KASH & KAKRY
(Witch Friday’s Paper)
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Many Griffin Folks Are Showing
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Suffering. i
There's nothing more annoying
than kidney weakness or inabilit;
to properly control the kidney se
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sufferer is tormented and wha
with the burning and scalding, the
attendant backache, headache and
dizziness, life is indeed a burden.
Doan’s Pills—a stimulant diuretic*
to the kidneys—have brought
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Mrs. J. B. Peel, 231 W. Taylor'
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I was all unstrung and dizzy'
spells came on, too. My kidneys*
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Over three years later, Mr
Peel said: Doan’s Pills have dot
me a world of good and my rui
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(Adv.)
KASH ■
& KARRY
(Witch Friday’s .(■
Paper)