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Tuesday, December 2. 1924.
JOSSELYNS
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Wffs as'Ifhe saw her,"young, beau
tiful, troubled, for the first time.
Something ly was making her unusual
silent tonight; he wondered what
It could be.
ft Headache, Lillian?" he ventured.
The words sounded curiously Inti
mate and tender as he heard them
fall, he had a quick flash of diffi
dence. “Did he call her Lillian?’
But of course he did!
She looked up with her slow
smile.
“No, Gibbs, Just one of she
passed her hand quickly over her
forehead, frowned faintly, and
sighed—“just one of my bad times,"
she said, very low, looking down at
the fire again. “I'm not on speak
ing terms with your friend to
night! »»
His friend? Gibbs conld not un
derstand her. She would not call
Ellen that. She would not speak
so of his father. He could only
echo her words stupidly:
“My friend? *»
“Your friend Lillian," she eluci
dated smilingly. Gibbs felt an un
expected sensation at his heart. He
did not speak again, nor did she,
and when Ellen and the old man
came up from the garden, chilly
and laughing, with a few early vio
lets adding their wet freshness to
Ellen’s other violets, Lillian and
Gibbs were still standing before the
-^fireplace, and still silent. »
Gibbs did not attempt to repeat
this little conversation to his wife.
To do so would be to give it an un
deserved Importance. He told him
self that there was really pothing
to repeat, and yet he thought of It
a hundred times during the next
few days.
That night at dinner lie had
twice looked across the dinner ta
ble straight Into Lillian’s eyes, each
time experiencing that faint, pleas
ant shock In his heart. He began
to think of her, to wonder what
thoughts her silences covered, to
notice her silk-clad ankle or her
white, ringed hand. Cadences in
her voice began to linger with him,
she made life more Interesting for
him In an Innocent, undefined sort
of way. Living In the same house
with her, and In n house that inci
dentally furnished so exquisite a
setting for any friendship, began
to seem like n scene In a play. She
was always playing some part; It.
amused him to play an answering
part of his own. He had never de
ceived Ellen. He was merely play
ing a vague little game that she
would not have appreciated at Its
Innocent worth, and this might stop
at any moment, leaving no one the
worse. **
Ellen had her own reserves, too,
a tiny secret from Gibbs that wor
ried her to an extent that she her
self knew was entirely dispropor
tionate. George Lathrop had taken
the liberty of an old friend, and had
advised her not to make her father
in-law’s house her permanent home.
He had done It kindly, In the
most brotherly manner, and without
making It particularly emphatic,
yet his earnestness had made Ellen
vaguely uneasy and she had not
beep quite happy since.
George had spoken on a certalq
beautiful May evening, wlieit Ellen
and Tommy, who had spent the
day with her family In Port Wash
ington, had come down to Sands
Point late In the afternoon to see
Harriet. Reaching home a little
earlier than usual. George came up
on them at tea. Tommy was riding
about the garden on a golf stick,
Ellen and Harriet were on. the
porch.
“Go telephone Lllllan-that I’m go
ing to drive Ellen arid Tommy
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“Of Course Oibbs It Looking for a
Studio In TownI” She 8ald Un
comfortably.
home," George said to hl's daugh
ter, “nnd put on a coat, baby, and
come, tool”
“Oh, now that’s a lot of trouble!”
Ellen protested. But the man, sip
ping his tea Indifferently, merely
smiled, and Harriet delightedly ran
off to obey him.
_.‘lQU’re going tp be yrjth me
Josselyns all stimmerT’ Bi asked,
after a silence.
I I suppose so,” Ellen answered.
«< Gibbs’ father Idolizes Tommy.
They’re wonderfully kind about
wanting us, and they won’t let ns
mention any other arrangement*
“I think you make a mistake,”
George said flatly. Ellen, who had
been living to an atmosphere of
honeyed sweetness of late, looked
at him to qukk and sensitive sur
prise.
tt Of course Gibbs ls looking for
a
studio in town!” she said uncom
fortably. “Is it—is it that you
don’t think it is right for Gibbs to
let his father—well, support him?"
she asked bravely.
“That sounds like Joe’s sister, »»
George said, smiling. “No, It’s not
that. Tom Josselyn has more
money than he can spend, and he
hasn’t done much for Gibbs, so far.
No, it’s not that. But—but I don’t
believe It’s the happiest arrange
ment for any of you. Lillian, now
—she’s not a normal woman. She
has her quarrels—her fancies— »»
"I know you don’t like Lillian,
Ellen answered, smiling In her turn.
“But she and I get along beauti
fully. We’re not a bit alike, you
know—”
“I should say you are not!”
George Interrupted. “Well, you
know best. But I shouldn’t advise
It.” And Harriet appearing at that
moment, he held Ellen’s blue coat
for her, and watched her button
It over her plain pongee gown. An
hour later, when they were coming
home, he asked Harriet nbout her
<• You've taken fancy to
a young
Mrs. Josselyn, baby, haven’t you?”
“Ellen? I love her!” Harriet re
sponded enthusiastically. Don't
yon think she’s pretty, daddy. In
her dear little way? Don’t you
think she. has lovely blue eyes? I
think she’s a thousand times pret
tier than Lillian—”
“Come now!» her father smiled.
«« Oh, daddy, I do! At least I
think she’B a million times sweeter
than Lillian—"
“Ah, well, that's a different thing,
baby,” he conceded with a sigh.
But Harriet did not hear him.
“She doesn’t seem to know how
sweet she is, daddy. Now think of
her coming over here twine a week
to spend the day with Mrs. Bald
win. Today, she was roaming along
the waterfront, talking with all
those old men as happily ns If she
never had seen—well, seen things'
any different or lived anv other
life! She’s just like a little girl.
Mrs. Baldwin will say to her; ’Pnt
on your apron, Ellen,’ and she obeys
as If she was eight years old.”
“Then you’d be ashamed of the
Latlmers, if you were any relation
to them, baby?’ her father asked,
with flushed, a sidewise grin. She laughed!
and squeezed his arm in
great felicity.
“Daddy, you’re horrible!” she
told him. And she added demurely:
“You like Joe, don’t you?”
Who spoke of Joe?” her father
asked Innocently. “Joe who?” But
Harriet would not permit this duplic
ity. She told him vivaciously that
Joe wns to come down to lnncheon
on Sunday, and they were to try the
tennis, If there was no Intervening
rain.
To both father and daughter the
lingering twilight of the season’s
first warm day was memorably
sweet as they motored home. There
were lilacs and fruit-blossoms to
the village, doors were open, bare
headed women chatted over garden
gates. All the country sounds were
set free again, voices and the bark
ing of dogs, and the honk of motor
horns. A hundred little boats rode
the satiny waters of Manhasset
bay; old Captain Latimer, saunter
ing home, lifted his disreputable
old hat to Joe’s friends from the
Point.
I never was glad that I’m going
to be rich before,” Harriet said
softly after awhile. “It didn’t make
me happier at school, and it never
has seemed to count very much
since. But Joe’s so ambitions, that
glad np w—fo r . Joe . He ~emr
travel, and after awhile he can
write books, ns he longs to do.**
Her father glanced at her, She
was looking straight ahead. Into
the feathery green tunnel that was
the road; her plain, intelligent lit
tle face was lighted with the great
light of youth nnd love. He did
not answer her. He thought of the
nursery into which he had reverent
ly stepped, nearly twenty years dgo,
to look at his daughter. And his
heart was wrung with an exquisite
emotion that was partly Joy and
partly pain.
• •
Days went by, and were weeks
It was June, and still the younger
Josselyns were domiciled at “Villino
dell’ Orto,” where all the roses were
to flower now, and the lawns as
green as Jade. Still Gibbs was
desultorily hunting for the right
studio, interrupting this enterprise
whenever golf kept him In Wheat
ley Hills for the day, or when his
father planned a two or three days’
trip for them all In the car
Outwardly, the life they lived
was Ideal. The lovely house was
at Its prettiest now, and Lillian
gave luncheon and dinner parties
three or four tiroes a week. She
and Ellen motored to tea nt the
club, and brought the men home
after their golf, or departed in
great harmony for lunch or card
parties, iujine car. El ton ji a fl aoma
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
dainty new summer sowna. a rough
crash with dark bine stripes, n
handkerchief linen exquisitely frail
and simple, a rose-checked French
gingham In which even Lillian and
her friends seemed Interested.
Pot she was not happy. She did
not want all these hew luxuries and
all these new friends; she wanted
Gibbs, and she realized that they
were dally growing farther and fur
ther apart. He did not need her
now.; they had less and less to
plan, to discus*, to decide.
In their first days In America
they had gone to their room to talk
tirelessly, tike children, to compare
notes and exchange confidences.
But they did this ne longer. Gibbs
was usually tired of talking on the
brief occasions when he and hla
wife were alone. He talked at
breakfast, talked while running Into
town In the car. met his old friends
at noon and talked, came back to
Wheatley Hills to be swept Into
the unending talk at the club,
talked at dinner, and talked far
Into the night.
He would greet Ellen carelessly,
and dress in silence. His life was
full to the brim without her, all
these lives were packed full with
out any particular reference to the
claims of busbanfe and wives.
Gibbs thought he was having a
glorious time, he was excited, flat
tered, carried away by popularity.
The men welcomed new blood, an
other rival on the links, another
hand at cards, another eligible din
ner guest, dancer, and raconteur.
The women were all captivated by
his unusual appearance, his .easy
French, his art, and his ambition.
They found In his indifference a
supreme charm. He did not play
their game any more readily than
his odd but nice little wife did, but
while no man ever dreamed of tak
ing the slightest liberty with do
mestic, serious, pretty little Mrs.
Josselyn, half a dozen women at
least would have been glad to be
able to speak of Gibbs as a 1
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Lillian lazily called Ellen’s at.ten- j
tlon to It; to the petticoats that al
ways ^fluttered across Gibb’s path at j
the club, to the intimate conversa
tlons for which traps were eternal
iy laid beneath his wife's very eyes. |
and Ellen was filled with a sort of
sick anger and terror. Anger be
cause she did not want to fight for
what was by all rights her own,
and terror because sometimes she
was smitten with the'thought that
she had nothing with which to hold
him. should lie trv to go
She could not he her old self In
this environment. Rhe no longer
felt like the busy little wife nnd
mother who had so gaily climbed
up and down the heights of Mont
Saint Etienne, Tommy toddling be
side her, Gibbs rushing to the land
ing to meet her. this or to bid her fare
well. Surely was not the same
Ellen who went into Yvonne’s kitch
en and mixed “cornbread Ameri
caine” to the amusement and ad
miration of the sturdy Lilloise?
Had she, only a year or two ago,
been able to call cheerfully to
Gibbs through a Brittany twilight
that he must undress Tommy at
once, the bath was waiting and was
it the same Gibbs who had obedi
ently come across high grass un
der gnarled apple trees to present
her with a warm, nude, dusty Tom
my to bathe? Ah, and there were
other times to remember; a night
in a French hospital, and Gibbs’
shining head against her arm on an
Immaculate counterpane, and the
tiny cry that was so soon to be
stilled echoing through the gas
Ughted, hot room.
But at this memory the thick
tears would blind Ellen’s eyes. She
had mourned her baby, her delicate,
wistful little Rose, but she looked
back at that sorrow now as some
thing sacred, something precious,
something that had bound Gibbs
and herself together more strongly
than joy.
She would go into the nursery at
“Yillino dell’ Orto’’ and begin to
busy herself about Tommy's little
person. Was he going to bed? Let
mother undress him. She would
fall into a deep rousing over the
little buttons and straps.
“I can undress myself, moth’!”
Tommy would protest, wriggling.
She would catch the warm, hard lit
tle face to hers in a hunger of love.
Perhaps the child would glance at
her In surprise.
“Are you crying, mother? What
for? I >
“Indeed, I don’t know, Tom!”
• •
Their first real estrangement
came this summer. Not that Ellen
and Gibbs, as normal ,voi»g per
sons, had not quarreled before.
There had been occasions, In the
very early days, when a fancied
coldness In his tone, or a letter
that Ellen must write to Joe In the
hour Gibbs wanted to read to her,
had caused them acute wretched
ness for hours, or minutes that
seemed like hours. And then there
had been the day he whipped Tom
my, after, as Ellen put it. deliber
ately goading a baby of less than
four years into such a state of ex
citement that he didn’t know
Whether lie was telling the truth or
rftf.
But this was different. Oibbs had
taken a dislike to Joe and he and
Ellen could hardly mention Joe
without feeling. Gibbs told Ellen
impatiently that .Toe Vas all right,
lie might be a decent enough fel
low and all that, but that he, Gibbs,
did not like to have .Toe choked
down his throat all the time. Josse
lyn, Senior, was Inclined to be hos
pitable to Ellen's brother, to bring
him home to Sunday lunch, or to
keep him for dinner after the Sat
urday tennis. George Lathrop was
often at “Villino dell’ Orto, ■ and
Harriet nnd Joe naturally drifted
together. But Lillian, Ellen divined
at once, did not like Joe; Joe lmd
absolutely nothing to contribute to
Lillian’s life, and Ellen suspected
that Lillian, to her languid and In
direct manner, had influenced Gibbs
wlthopt One his knowing It.
hot evening late In June El
len went upstairs tired nnd exss
perated after a wasted dav. She
had motored to Huntington with
Lillian for a luncheon and bridge
party, and had been talking nnd
eating nnd laughing all day. Now
her skin felt dry and hot. her head
ached, and she was experiencing
the exhaustion of a suddenly les
sened tension. She had stopped at
the nursery to find Lizzie alone and
a?
(jTo .to Continued.)
Our Daily Story
«« Catch-’Em-Y oung n
Theory
By H. LOUIS RAYBOLD
“I disagree with your catch-’en
youiig theory,” sold George Coleman
firmly. “You maintain, Henry, (hat
If ydu marry a little fiupper you cun
mold her to youP ways, while I be
lieve that a woman who ls already
settled In ways you admire Is pref
erable. .
Humph 1” commented Henry Fow
ler. “Two confirmed bachelors like
ourselves discussing marriage! But
I’ll wager my Super-eight sedan
agalnot your new Sussex roadster
that when you fall. It’ll be for some
young thing that doesn’t know
enough to go In when It rains, un
less her complexion begins to run—
and that I shall do likewise I”
. Done 1"- shouted George so vehe
mently that Henry Jumped.
“All right, old man,” soothed Ids
friend. “Don’t get excited. Dining
with the Enderbys this evening?
Thought likely. Nice people.” And
he relapsed into his newspaper.
Henry did not know that friend
George’s vehemence arose from the
fact that he feared the very con
tingency predicted. %
Helen Enderby had a very fiap
perlsh daughter as pretty as two
pictures. Gabrielis her name was,
and that was only one of many
things about her which George did
not fancy.
Yet she fascinated George In spite
of himself.
“A nice wife for somebody,” he
liked to say to himself, “when she
grows up.
He would be too old then—most
as old as Henry Fowler was now,
" ho wns 0,d ,, enough . to be the girl’s
lather. Yet Henry, atthutrUe re
?® thereby cted ' ofteu roused t° ok In Gabrlella George a out demon and
of J eaI °usy.
T* as , *° *^ ne usua ^} * s a habit at start- the
the time of the death of
?° hn Enderby, when lie had stepped
*?.?? an trlmi of the family to
some of the suddenly Imposed
burden of care from Helen's fragile
u '„ rs '. A wonderfui woman,
,, ,, , AS UD Gabr „ . ‘fi . ,, a as nn
* er 1 ui ly ls < unllke a ghldy 1 poppy,
After supper when Gabriejla had
departed somewhere or other with
somebody or other, Helen confided
certaln worries to him.
■ I am troubled, George," she said,
“about my little gfri. I am afraM
she is getting too fond of Henry
Fowler. I don’t know a finer man,
but, George, he’s my age! Gabrlella
should marry a young chap. Even
you are nearer her age than
Hen ry r
“Thanks, dear lady;” And George
arose and bowed. “But what can we
do? 11
"Couldn’t you go around a little
more with her yourself?” Helen put
the question tentatively. “Cut In on
Henry. If she really loves him, and
he is really serious, that will show
It up. If not, she will get over what
is probably mere Infatuation.”
This was the moment for George
to play safe and wash his hands of
the dangerous Gabrlella. But did
he? Quite the contrary. He stood
up and squared his shoulders. “My
dear Helen, I stand always ready to
do you any service in my power,”
he assured her gallantly.
A very thorough person was
George when once committed to a
line of action, and he straightaway
began a complete absorption of Ga
briella's time.
Came a day when the four of
them had motored to Claremont to
Helen’s car and were returning
slop-Iy down the drive. Gabrlella,
who was driving, was dividing her
attention between the wheel and the
panoramic river lights. Suddenly
down a steep grade at the left
plunged an uncontrolled and empty
car.
Instinctively Gabrlella pressed the
accelerator. As a result, the car,
instead of smashing Into the ma
chine sideways, crashed by and over
the bank, but as it did so the rear
fender engaged for a second the
very end of the fender of the En
derby machine, throwing It violently
across the road where, hitting the
curb. It toppled over.
Fifteen minutes later Gabrlella
awoke to consciousness and became
aware of a crowd of people, among
whom she singled out Henry and
her mother. Where was George?
Killed, of course. She stirred a
trifle.
“Darling Ga’briella,” came n voice
in her ear, nnd she found she was
lying In a man’s arms. George was
alive!
But It was shock more than ac
tual hurt which had affected her.
nnd in a few days she was herself
again. George, permitted to see her
after tt week of suspense, wondered
to see how .rosy were her cheeks—
how naturally rosy!
Just after he had slipped a plati
num, Jewel-studded band on her
slender finger, “How did you dis
cover you loved me?” Gabrlella
asked him.
“So long ngo I can’t recall!” de
clared George fatuously and not al
together truthfully.
But later he hunted up Henry at
the club as a man who ls In duty
bound to pay his debts.
“You win," he said. “I’m engaged
to the sweetest little flapper living!
You laughed at my ‘eatch-’em-o'd’
theory, and yon were right. ‘Cateh
’em-young’ ls Infinitely better,
and— »#
“Hold on.” said Henry, and shook
his head. “Keep your old car, ‘Cateh
’em-young’ may be all right for you.
Personally, however, I believe In
wedding n woman who Is already
settled In the ways you admire. Con
gratulate me. old man. Gahrleila's
mother and I were married yester
day I” -
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TURN ABOUT
City Cousin—Oh, Uncle Hank,
it isn’t polite to eat with your
knife,
Uncle Hank—Oh, rats, didn’t I
let you eat with your fork when
you come 40 VHSlt us last summer
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funny it looked to us?
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Vaudeville Exchange. of the Golden State
Police say Mrs. Southern admitted accept
ing the attentions of Mack, in whose office she worked. She and
!»cr husband are shown.
Patrick News |
*
Circle No. 1, of the Woman’s
Missionary Society of the Griffin
Baptist church came out to Union
church Monday afternoon of last
week and gave a very interesting
program on China. The following
subjects were ably discussed and
all who did not attend missed a
treat.
China
The Official Home—Mrs. Nance.
Home of the Wealthy — Mrs.
Will Pursley.
Homes of the Middle Class—
Mrs. Gordy.
How the Poor Live—Miss Rosa
Doe.
Christian Homes—Miss Maud
Green.
Duet—Mrs. J. D. Rogers and
Mrs. J. P. Price.
China’s New Woman—Mrs. J. C.
Owen.
H Is It Nothing to You ?”—Mrs.
M. J. Ware. I
Others -who attended this serv
ice from Griffin were Miss Rossie
Bell Newton, Mrs. C. L. Rucker
and Mrs. eJ K. Domingos, We
were glad to hear these ladies and
hope they will come again soon.
Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Patrick, of
Jackson, spent Sunday with Mr.
and Mrs. Torn Henderson recently.
Mr. and Mrs. Claud Brittain, of
Jackson, spent Sunday with Mr.
and Mrs. O. W. Sims.
Wiley Clements, of McDonough,
spent Sunday with Mr. and Mrs.
W. S. Patrick.
Mr. and Mrs. J. E. Young were
spend-the-day guests of Mr. and
Mrs. C. V. McMichael Sunday.
Mrs. Rowell Pullin and little
daughter, Annette, are spending
this week in Jackson with her pa
rents, Mr. and Mrs. Jack Maddox.
Miss----Mary -GatltaTd* Is on "a
week’s visit to relatives in Macon.
Mr. and- Mrs. G e o rge Bowden
and Mrs. Tom Hammock motored
to Barnesville Sunday, November
23, to call on Miss Mattie Lou
Hammock at A. ft M. school. Miss
Eloise Hammock returned with
them after spending the week-end
with her sister.
J. F. Young, of Alabama, form
er flagman of Hill street crossing,
Griffin, is spending this week with
his brother, J. E. Young.
Mrs. Nannie Walker left last
week for a visit to her children at
Soperton, and with other relatives
in South Georgia.
Mr. and Mrs. George Chasteen,
of Patillo, and Mr. and Mrs. Troy
Pelt and children were guests
Sunday of their parents, Mr. and
Mrs. Sam Chasteen, of near Lo
ciist Grove.
Mrs. Georgia Pullin and Miss
Annie Pullin were week-end guests
of Mr. and Mrs. Jess Heiflin, at
Locust Grove. Mr. and Mrs. Leon
Pullin and family were also their
guests on Sunday.
Miss Clyde Hammock spent a
few days here last week with Mrs.
Gordon Patrick and left Sunday
night for Miami, Fla., where she
goes to spend the winter with her
cousins, Mr. and Mrs. Walter
Hammock.
Mrs. John Robert Mitchell, Mrs.
John Parham, Mrs. Ruby Gardner
and Mrs. Leon Pullin were among
those shopping in Griffin Saturday
There are two brides and
grooms in this section whose mar
riages occurred in November. They
are Mr. and Mrs .La*yrence Yqung,
nee Miss Mary Lizzie
and Mr. and Mrs.‘ Dewey
nee Miss Nannie Lou Mangham.
The brides are sisters and daugh
ters of Mr. and Mrs. Frank Mang
ham. They have the best wishes of
their many friends.
Miss Nora Gaillard, of La
Grange, spent Thanksgiving at
home and entertained her friends
with a delightful party. *
Mr. and Mrs. Grady Andrews
and children motored from Atlan
ta Thanksgiving and spent the
day with Mr. and Mrs. Lee Collins.
The men enjoyed a rabbit hunt.
Most all of the men and
of this section went rabbit
ing Thanksgiving.
Three cheers for Mr.
Butts county demonstrator for se
curing 25 cents per pound for
Boys Cotton Club product,
also one share of stock in
Farmers’ Union warehouse.
Miss Mary Welden is the
of her brother, Wilson Welden,
Brunswick until after the
ina sholidays.
Mr. and Mrs. John
and daughter, Miss Faith
THE REWARD OF THRIFT
The CITY NATIONAL BANK will, on January 1st,
add approximately THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS *
in interest to the balances of its Savings Depositors.
That means that those who have had the foresight to
deposit their savings in the City National Bank are
Three Thousand Dollars better off than they would
have been had they kept the money in their pockets i
or at home.
Make your money earn money for you. Opien a A
Savings account at this strong National Bank todity i
so that you will share in the future interest payments.
All deposits made by Dec. 8th will draw interest
from the 1st.
4 PER CENT PAID ON SAVINGS
CITY NATIONAL BANK
SERVICE SAFETY
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Several people to this vicinity
have taken advantage of this cold
weather and killed hogs. G. W.
Whatley killed two averaging 500
pounds each.
The tacky party given by Mr.
and Mrs. P. R. Ogletree Wednes
day night was enjoyed by all pres
eat. umes of all kinds were
played after which refreshments
were served. Prizes were awarded
the tackiest girl and boy, Miss
Nellie Goddard and Terrell Laney
being the winners.
Dr. and Mrs. Vistor Grubbs and
Victor, Jr., of Cordele, are visiting
Mr. and Mrs. J. H. Grubbs.
Franklin Biles, of Mercer Uni
versity, spent the week-end with
his parents, Mr. and Mrs. T. J.
Biles.
Miases Minnie Pearl Akin and
Evelyn Taylor, who are attending
school at Barnesville A. ft M,
spent Thanksgiving holidays with
home folks.
Miss Ida Bell, of Cordele, and
Miss Lillian Bell, of Athens, spent
a few days last week with their
father, J. B. Bell.
Miss Lois Firfher was the week
end guest of Misses Sara and Er
in is Whatley.
The surprise party given to
Miss Nettie Grubbs Friday night
was largely attended and enjoyed.
Mr. and Mrs, W. D. Presley, of
Griffin; Mr. and Mrs. G. W. What
ley and Mr. and Mrs. P. R. Ogle
tree spent Sunday with Mr. and
Mrs. T. W. Whatley.
iel, of Atlanta, spent Thanksgiv
ing with Mrs. Emily Wallace and
she returned with them to Atlanta
and spent the week-end.
Mr. and Mrs. P. P. Patrick
spent Saturday with relatives at
Locust Grove, — s —- ■ ■
Read the bargains offered in the
want-ad columns.
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is a prescription for
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HEADACHES. CONSTIPA
TION, BILIOUSNESS.
It to the most speedy remedy
we know.
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SMAHA’S
SHOE SHOP
132 S. 8th Street
Men’s Half Soles...... 75c
Ladies' Half Soles.......65c
Men’s Rubber Heels. ... .40c
Ladies' Rubber Heeb.... 30e
J. S. WATTS, Manager
Follow The
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BLUE GOOSE
CAFE
OPEN ALL NIGHT