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Wednesday, November 26, 1924. » JOSSELYN’S ■ 1 WIFE ft *4 \ b 3 S 1 f II Kathleen Norris ft Illustration* by Irwin OA v- • « t , * » • * • m V l ,'Tfey Kathleen. rU 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” _ *. 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. * 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 ' '• I d the a e 1 13 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 & y r* * m a \ 9 \ IV 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 ’ ' 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. Page I 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) GET AT THE CAUSE! Many Griffin Folks Are Showing Hour lm Avoid Needless---- 1 Suffering. i There's nothing more annoying than kidney weakness or inabilit; to properly control the kidney se cretions. Night and day alike, th 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 peace and comfort to many Griffin people. Profit by this Griffin res ident's experience. Mrs. J. B. Peel, 231 W. Taylor' street, says: “I had right smart pains in my back and. suffered with headaches. I was so nervous^ I was all unstrung and dizzy' spells came on, too. My kidneys* j didn’t act right, either. Doan’s) Pills, from Evans’ Pharmacy cured me. •> Over three years later, Mr Peel said: Doan’s Pills have dot me a world of good and my rui has lasted. I am glad to confirm my former statement 60c at all dealers. Foster-Mil* burn Co., Mfrs., Buffalo, N. Y.~* (Adv.) KASH ■ & KARRY (Witch Friday’s .(■ Paper)