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Tuesday, December 2. 1924. JOSSELYNS WIFE i\ •4 (I h 1 / Kathleen Norris i r Illustrations by m IrwinKyerj t V & Cl i *ki/lb ¥ a- ris 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 \ v “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 “suitor” --------------—r------------ I 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” - <Co«w right.) 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 ithout our ever ,ettin * h0W funny it looked to us? “W recked My Home” Says Chauffeur Who Murdered Vaudeville Mogul L ; V., G(: 'X 8 i M *' :• - X m X. V < ' 'X ft*. & , r •1 ■K wm :V < X': ' |g||§§§ mm : : > m ■ V >•: •v! V ’ ' x ' ; L. - > -,<>• ;• mM a » Xv! i X.;X; m m M 4' X; © «« I killed the man who wrecked home; my »» Southern charge of 27, murdering chauffeur R. who E. is Mack, held by head Los Angel Jpoli«7n the 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 GRIRFIN GIA ’* thqfi flaw“ ”flw- véfi _ >_ —. Reboboth ■ "Mm 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. 666 is a prescription for COLDS, GRIPPE, DENGUE. HEADACHES. CONSTIPA TION, BILIOUSNESS. It to the most speedy remedy we know. V GO TO 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 Crowds And Yon Will Eat at Tka BLUE GOOSE CAFE OPEN ALL NIGHT