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Thursday, December 4, 1924.
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They were not often alone to*
gether, after af|. A moment in
the long drawing room, before din
ner, a few’ sentences murmured in
her ear as Gibbs crossed the ten
nis court at Lillian’s side, perhaps
a stolen tea-hour once a week in
the city; this was the most. Even
for this there must be endless
contriving and tireless intrigue
Ellen could not tell what was sus
picion, what fact, what was mere
, mnocent , chance, . and what de
liberate was
arrangement.
Sometimes, watching, watching,
watching, forlorn and lonely, she
longed to tear aside the veil of
kindness and happiness In which
her life was wrapped, and fling her
self sobbing upon her husband.
“Gibbs, Gibbs, my darling! How
much of it is true—how much of
It is my wretched imagination?
Have you let yourself come to care
for her—have you forgotten me?
I am your wife—I am your past
and present—I alone! Let us
leave all this behind us and go
somewhere where we may be poor
again, and you shall paint, and I
will mend and cook, and all the
old joy will come back to us
again!”
She dared not say It. What wom
an ever did dare? She had lost so
much, she dared not' risk more.
Ellen never had had much self
confidence, she lost it all now. She
became afraid. “Lillian could take
Gibbs’ love away from her, perhaps
Lillian could make him leave her
and Tommy completely. Perhaps
Lillian wanted more than his pass
ing admiration. Well, and If so,
what could a tearful, disheartened,
crushed little Ellen do?
Gibbs was entirely unconscious
of her suffering, because he was
almost unconscious of her exist
ence. He had never forgotten his
wife for his business oi; his art, as
many men do, but in the Intensity
of his new passion Ellen was com
pletely lost to him. So might a
man feel if he were
stretched upon the rack.
Gibbs knew that Ellen was
there, just as Tommy and Lizzie
and his father were there, In the
house at Wheatley Hills, but his
senses responded to nothing but
-Lillian. He talked to his father,
to Lizzie, to Ellen, and he read
books to Tommy and even played
with the child, but all the time
his veins ran fire, and all the time
his mind was busy anticipating the
next moment he might have alone
with her, or remembering the last.
A moment came when he had
her In his arms. Only a moment,
but It left its scars on them both.
They were In the studio, Lillian
and her husband had railed to
bring him home, and Lillian had
run up the stairs, and come in upon
him in the dusk. His subject, one
of the winter’s prospective debu
tantes, had gone away with her
maid, and bright he was alone. Lillian,
with her hair trimly cov
ered by her motor-hat, and her fig
ure lost in the folds of a loose,
soft, mustard-colored coat, had
come close to him, had stood star
ing at the picture with her mys
terious eyes.
“Gibbs—it’s too wonderful!
“Like it?’’ Gibbs asked, trying to
seen: Indifferent to her praise.
What you might have done—
what you might have done in a
different environment!” Lillian
said, as If .to herself. “To tie you
down to domesticities—you!“
The soft, deep voice died away
into silence. It Was twilight In
the studio, the end of a wonderful
Indian summer day was dying In
the- park. A cooler breeze than
the city had known for many hours
drifted In through the open studio
windows, faintly the strains of a
hurdy-gurdy came gajdy from the
street: “Where the River Shan
non's Flowing—”
Gibbs was perhaps a little tired.
The day had been long an’d hot and
dirty. He glanced at Lillian, all
fragrance and freshness, ready to
whirl him away Into another world
of greenness and silence and
. beauty. . Her frail white b l ou s e ■
was open at the throat, a faint per- -
fume disengaged itself from her,
and, through his sleeve, he felt the
delicious warmth of the hand she
laid, as If unconsciously upon his
arm.
Suddenly he put his arms about
her, crushed her to him, and kissed
her hungrily. She did not resist
him, but brushed her lovely face
aside, so that his second kiss fell
on her white temple, where the
golden-brown hair was swept back.
He felt her breast rise In a quick'
breath against his heart, and the
fingers on his arm suddenly tight
ened.
When, nfter a dizzy moment, they
stood facing each other, breathing
hard, and still with fingers locked,
she seemed as confused as he. She
did not smile, there was a half
frightened. half-questioning look In
her magnificent eyes.
*4 I’m sorry!” Gibbs said. In a
whisper. “I'm awfully sorry 1”
Lillian did not speak. She re
leased her hands and went slowly
toward the door. Gibbs remained
standing where he was, motionless.
At the door she hesitated, her
back toward him In Its loose coat
of mustard color. Suddenly she
turned, and over her shoulder gave
a swift, half-sad. half-mischievous
smile. Then she was gone.
A vista seemed to open before
Gibbs with 'hat smile. For days
he saw nothing efs?, Tori day® ffllPe
rang la his head only a bewilder
ing question.
After this episode Lillian quite
pointedly avoided him. She was
seriously trying to get her thoughts
in order. She was bewildered, her
self. Lillian had begun her flirta
tion with Gibbs Just as she began
a flirtation with every other eligible
man, er way with no two of
them w'is the same, but she rare
ly failed. Upon such men as Joe
and George she wasted no tkne.
Honest, simple, bfwe-eyed Ellen
might have them unchallenged, and
might discuss with them the proper
culture of . holly-hocks, „ . , and the ..
weather, and Tommy’s latest pre
cocity. But Gibbs had lnoment been marked
i for her steel from the when
her eyes, found his silver head next
to Ellen’s, on the steamer dock.
She had won him with the oldest
and simplest methods. Lillian might
have said that there are many
tools for the opening of a man’s
heart, but flattery is the hnndle that
fits them all. She had •flattered
hlm so steadily, yet so subtly, that
before many weeks Gibbs had come
unconsciously to hunger for the
sweetness of her glances and her
words, had known that no least
charm or gift of his was unap
predated. She had told him that
there were beauties in his hand,
In the crisp curve of the silver hair
from his forehead, she had said
that there was sometimes a look
in his eyes that made a little boy
of him again. She had a hundred
mimes for him: he was “her fire
brand,” “her hawk,” he “fright
ened" her, he was “cruel” to her.
Sometimes she would thrill him
from head to heels by raising pite
ous eyes to his face and half-mur
muring, half-whispering:
I Don’t—don’t look at me so to
day, Gibbs. I’m sad enough with
out that terrible look of yours. It
makes me a naughty child again,
of when
your eyes say things like that!”
It was no longer play-acting for
Glbbs, although there was no real
tragedy in It for Win yet, there was
nothing but excitement and sus
pense, and thrilled anticipation. He
did not definitely plan any future
for their love; perhaps he did not
even call It love. He was carried
off his feet by the atmosphere of
adulation in which he was floating,
and Lillian’s extraordinary phyri
cal charm had bound him tighter in
her toils.
Witji Lillian, too, the game had
progressed beyond Its calmly de
fined limits. She was absolutely
incapable of love, as she herself
knew. She had never loved any
human being but herself in all her
llfe, although she had cultivated
In herself many of the soft and
endearing appearances of love. The
sex sense, also, was strong In her,
she had more than her share of
unfailing Instinct In this respect,
and perhaps the only times when
she was truly happy were when she
knew herself to be drawing stead
ily toward her some new admirer,
She loved the preliminaries, the
first full, Innocent look Into a man’s
eyes, the first significant phrase
that brought to his consciousness
the startling knowledge: “Why, I
am I, and you afe you!” She knew
the pretexts by which he woold
manage to send her the first note;
she knew just what to say and
what to Imply In her first answer,
and that he would keep It and read
It a hundred times.
To have her handsome son-ln
law at her feet was a delicious e,x
perlenee for Lillian. Like Gibbs
himself, she was always conscious
of the exquisite setting afforded
by the “Vlllino dell’ Orto, and of
the dramatic elements of the situ
all 0 ®- But of late there had been
# new* possibility hnd been in intensely her thoughts,
She sur
prised at the experience of Gibbs’
studio tea. He had sent out per
haps a hundred and fifty invita
tlons. and Lillian, working over the
list of guests with Ellen and him
self °n a siim in er
beeu^strmtshert at—drts setf=ciilill
dence. She had not known that
,lp ,could claim so many of the
city’s distinguished men and worn
en as Ills friends. Her own social
experiences had been marked with
extraordinary successes, the Josse
lyn name had been a powerful
<4 Open Sesame ’ but she knew in
her own soul that there had been
failures, too, snubs and coldnesses,
there ”, were nersons P r °_- who n never t er had a
, wonlt ,. , , _
ana who never never would.
She said to herself that Gibbs’
so-called friends would not come
to his ten; but they did come, and
their attitude of affectionate nd
miration toward him was not lost
upon Lillian.
Hitherto Ver-position as the wife
of a prominent and rich man had
satisfied her. She had never out
lived her first s' 1 rise of triumph In
achieving it. Only a year or two
before she bad assured Lindsay
Pepper that she was not Inclined
to change It for any charms that
youth find lov* omilrt offer. Ttnt
now she perceived new heights’.
Gibbs Josselyn’s wife would
the world at her feet.
Lillian concerned herself with
no details. She left those toothers,
She simply dwelt upon the thought:
Gibbs Josselyn’s wife would have
the world at her feet.
Ellen had nnother trouble In
these dars. This was a trouble
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feaTanfl vital though, for It touched
Joe. She had taken the sisterly
liberty, on a wet October 8uaday,
to ask him If he and Harriet were
still good friends.
"Harriet isn't well, Joe. And her
father said something, last week,
about taking her to England for
the winter. You—you know how
I feel abont her? I would be st»
sorry to have things go wrong just
because you hadn’t the courage—"
her voice faltered nervously. “It
Isn’t the money, is It Joe?” she
added.
He did not answer. He was
standing by’ the fireplace looking
somberly down at the blazing logs.
Tommy had been with them, his
violin was on the piano, and Ellen
still sat on the piano bench, her
hands Idle In her lap, her anxious
eyes on her brother.
“So often It’s just the little
things that go wrong, Joe," she
said. “And then years later peo
ple say, ‘If only I’d realized that
that was my opportunity—and that
It wasn’t coming back—”
'"It’s not that-*-” Joe began
huskily, and was silent. Ellen
waited expectantly, his gravity
troubling her. Surely there was
nothing seriously wrong? Perhaps
Joe had discovered the secret that
Harriet had kept from him: that as
her mother’s heiress she was far
richer than her father whs. But
no, Joe cared too little for money,
either way, to let so' mythical a
thing as a great fortune influ
ence him.
She looked at his troubled face
anxiously, waiting In some perplex
ity to hear him speak.
“Ellen,” he said suddenly, and
somewhat nwkwardly, “I'll tell you
about It. I'm—engaged to another
girl I”
You what?” his sister asked, .
j blankly. I’m trying tell that
to you
there’s another girl—a girl—who—
well, she has a right l”
He flushed like a girl himself as
he spoke, und avoided her eyes.
Scarlet leaped to Ellen’s cheeks,
and she felt her month turn dry.
“Joe! What are you saying! Joe
—you can’t mean—”
‘Yea—yes—yes!” he answered,
with a sort of feverish shame. “I
do mean that! I’m ashamed to
look at you, Ellen—but It’s true."
His boyish, rough head went sud
denly down on liis arm which was
resting oh the mantel. Ellen stood
looking at him, horror and in
credulity in her eyes. For n few
minutes there was utter silence In
the music room. Then in a sov
rowful whisper Ellen said, as If
to herself:
“Joe! My little brother!"
Standing at the low mantel, Joe
did not move, and again there was
silence. Again Ellen broke it.
“I always thought It was Har
riet,” she said sadly, “and I think
I Harriet did, too 1”
“It always was Harriet,” Joe said
violently. “This—this other thing
never had anything to do with that!
I’ve loved
will! There isn’t ait hour of the
day that I’m not thinking of her,
thinking what it would mean to
have her for my wife! Her fa
ther’s always been a father to me,
Ellen. I couldn’t- love my own fa
ther more! He’s counting on It.
I know that. He talks to me
the about place—about what he her wants and done her mo w S
er—I’m not blind! T know what
It means, and then I think of the
other—my God, I haven't been able
to sleep nights, thinking!”
“Who Is she?” Ellen asked sharp
ly, after a pause.
“She’s just a—just a girl in the
village,” he answered, rousing him
self from dark musing. “You never
met her—they’ve only lived there
two years. It was before I ever
thought of marrying any one, Har
riet was In college, you were in
France—It Isn’t very easy to ex
plain it to yon! I knew it wasn’t
real love, all the time—and yet I
couldn’t end it ay, somehow—!”
“Was it real—with her?” Ellen
asked, .as he hesitated. Joe flushed
deeply.
“I guess so,” he answered, em
barrassed.
“She—she wasn’t that sort of a
girl?” Ellen asked,
“Oh, my God. no! She hadn’t
ever had another man friend—she
wasn’t even allowed to go to the
village dances, even! She—she
was a good little girl.” Joe sank
his head on his arms again,
“y 0 u didn’t promise marriage,
.toe?” Ellen, who was thinking
hard, asked anxiously.
“What ilo von think I am!” he
answered Impatiently. “Of course
p asked her to marry me!”
Ellen flushed with shame. She
vvhjeh }, m ] no previous knowledge by
to gauge this affair; she had
no j ( j ea jj, p rules. Vague mem
or ies of situations in novels drift
P <1 through her mind; they all
seemed hideous. remote, they
seemed to have nothing to do with
f, er g0 od, honest, splendid little
jnnfher.
“And she wouldn’t?” she asked,
uncertainly
- e-she (1i(Wt want to talk
.
ab out It at.....ail. tt’e never talked
a) , ou) . p. j suppose that sounds
fK j ] ( ] ) nlt | t > R true. She said that
H |p W ould never drag me down—
„ r 80lnet hlng like that! The
t } l0 thing was that when she
, pnrne(1 thot-wlmn I told her that
| t was Harriet—then that was the
en( j for her. I don't think she
wanted to see me again. She
s „ p RCtw , a mtle crnzy! »
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wincing at the thought. “She didn’t
know ”, Harriet, then?"
'Veil, „ yes, she , did „, all ,, along, ,
in a way. But she seemed to think
J* iat we—belonged to each other—
ln * way r~.
Ellen had dropped _ Into a chair, ,
her eyes were somber.
" 111 your life,
,S as ’ ..‘f a 7!f, t j ded B ' rn P'>'.
„„ Ellen Eor summarized * 1S _, *| e bitterly, village In girl, a
whisper, you may lose the woman
Tou really love--your whole future!
^°“T~^ 0P n,an doe waa H°w miserably could yon? silent,
"* 1 ° fl [ lomen n<WB ^ fallen ppoke it, Joe?” asruin:
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"E pr mr '' hPT knows. Nobody
p,Hpt Tlip mother Is a decent sort,
,hp on, v ,,pcpnt °n p 1° the family,
^kr hasn’t been onkind to her.
Beor girl, nobody could make her
feel any worse!”
dp * r —! ’ Ellen s tone was
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GRIFFIN* DAILY NEWS
Our Daily Storv
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Jessica Had Her
Own Way
By H. LOUIS RAYBOLD
Jessica Hastings' grandmother
was a very precise old lady, who
sat all day In her geranlura-fllled
window and lived In the past. The
busy world might go rushing t>y
without, but it did not interest her
In the least.
Times changed, but not for grand
mother. And Jessica, for whom
there was no intervening genera
tion. was frequently hard put to
it for her good times,and Innocent
girlish desires. Both Jessica's
parents had been killed In a steam
er collision, and her father’s moth
er had taken the curly-hq*ded lit
tle girl and brought her up accord
ing to the standards of forty years
ago. please let
Oh, Gram, me have
my dress three Inches shorter at
least?” she begged at the time of her
senior high school bait. “Graro’’yleld
ed an inch, but no more, and did
that with her usual old-fashiooed
admonition: “Look out, my dear.
Girls that go contrary to their
elders always get their come-up
pance! »»
Comeuppance!" How Jessica
came to hate that homely word!
And yet love for her grandmother
and a very real appreciation of all
she had been to her through the'
motherless years often checked on
her lips the quick remonstrances.
The sight of her classmates earn
ing their living awoke In her a
-earning to likewise
A nd a little extra money all her
own W0U j (J mea n so much. Yet she
couIf j foresee the tussel with her
grandmother which such a sugges
tion wou j<j entail. ^
y et ln en Jessica had her
own ,v ay ’ . Something fmppehed to
one of the companies with which
ttleir f rU} . a ] investments were
placed and their Income was tempo
rarlIy curtailed. Ev«n her grand
j lnother C0U Id see that any salary
j egs i oa m tglit bring In however
small, would help bridge the healthy’ gap
an( j g he cou id DO t ag k a
eager girl to pinch and do without
_ ag gpg in her day would have
done _ rnt h er t h a n join the ranks
of fvnge-earners.
“Only ’ remember, ’ my child, that
votI nr e n i a( jy, Be modest and
maidenly. Otherwise, you will
surely get your—’’ but Jessica over
whelmed at being at last allowed
follow her inclinations, was too
overjoyed to mind the loathed
warning.
Each day ‘ now she departed for
wor t f u n 0 f happy anticipation,
and every evening returned con
tented I and cheerful. JH Untrained,
she had not secured any remark
able Job, yet one that suited her—
in a bookshop—and
dally It became more Interesting.
Especially after Cowles Dayton
appeared on the scene. That
breezy young reporter, with a keen
nose for news and a tongue ready
with the tiatesfcMrtang am) smart
Jqumalese, was a bosom friend of
the book store proprietor, And
after he met Jessica, It did not seem
to . bother him If, when he'dropped
In at the noon honr. his bosom
friend was out for lunch, and only
Jessica and a long-legged boy of ail
work remained.
There came a day when Jessica
suspected, although Cowles had as
yet said nothing, that he was be
ginning to care for her, and her
great problem loomed up of how to
get her grandmother used to him.
She feared that, however warned
In advance, his tendency to call a
spade a spade, or to revert to the
language of short cuts and telling
phrases would hide his really fine
qualities However, from from her time grandmother
to time, she
casually mentioned Cowles, and
even let her grandmother know
that she had actually lunched with
him, although she forebore to men
tion that the meal had been un
chaperoned except by the eyes of
the world in general as It foregath
ers at a popular eating place.
Then occurred the theater fire,
creating a crisis in the lives of at
least Cowles two people. their Jessica ‘and
were on wny home
from Itlgoletto when the fire truck
dashed by as they were about to
hail a taxi.
“I ought to coyer it,” murmured
Oowles.
“Let’s go,” said Jessica.
The blaze proved to be a destruc
tive’ and spectacular one, rom
pletely destroying a large moving
picture place. Time slipped by un
heeded, and when at last only smol
dering, charred walls remained, Jes
sica was horrified to find that the
small hours of the morning were
well upon them. Frantically she
hoped that her grandmother would
have gone to bed long ago.
“She’ll be worried to death 1” she
told Cowles os the speeding taxi
bore them homeward.
u I suppose,” and be regarded Jes
sica whimsically, “that In your
grandmother's day a gentleman who
kept a lady out all night would be
expected to marry her?”
Jessica looked startled. Oh—I
—I—Imagine so," she said.
“Then,” and he reached for her
hand, “the very least we enn do
to satisfy the old lady Is to become
engaged. How about It. little girl,
whom 1 have loved for a long, long
time?”
Before she coutd protest he hnd
captured both hands, which at first
struggled to escape, then lay quies
cent in his.
“Oh.” breathed Jessica, and let
him draw her head to bis broad
shoulder, “grandmother always said
some day I would get my come-up
pance, but I didn’t dream It would
be you 1
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SENATOR GEORGE ON
BANKING COMMITTEE
Washington, Dec. 4.—Senator
George, Democrat, Georgia, was
today named to fill the Democratic
vacancy on the committee on bank
ing caused by the retirement of
j Senator Adams, of Colorado.
Co-Ed Takes Stump In Favor
of Labor Party In United States
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Elizabeth Van Valkenbergh, University of Michigan student,
was chosen captain of the team selected to debate witlf UUiio
State University on the question of whether “a JLabor pnrW^ similar 1
in ideals and aspirations to the British Labor party shoind be es
tablished in the United States. Hers was the affirmative side.
Pedenville News
The Thanksgiving program at
Friendship church November 27
was a success. The program was
gooa and the collection will go
to help the Thornweii Orphanage.
Hot tea and cakes were served
by Mrs. A. E. Blake.
Last Sunday, November 31, was
home-coming day at New Hebron
church. Also Sidney Morgan was
ordained as deacon of that church.
There was plenty of dinner for
all. Mr. and Mrs. Drewry of
Griffin, attended the meeting. Mr.
Drewry preached the sermon,
which was enjoyed by all.
Mr. and Mrs. H. M. Turner
spent Saturday in Griffin with
friends.
Charlie Lee and Willie Frank
Morgan visited their parents, Mr.
and Mrs. T. L. Morgan, Sunday.
Virgil Johnson, of Atlanta, has
been visiting his brothers, Fred
and J. E. Johnson, here.
Mr. and Mrs. B. R. Floyd and
Mrs. Grady Morgan were among
those going from here to Griffin
last week.
Mrs. Charlie Manley, and chil
dren have returned home after
spending some time with their
mother, Mrs. Mary Holt, of Grif
fin.
Artist Turner, Mrs. Ben Turner
and Mrs. John Branenburg motor
ed to Griffin Saturday and spent
the day.
J. R. Turner and Hoke Turner
spent Saturday evening in Griffin.
Mr. and Mrs. Ben Hill Morgan,
of Griffin, spent Sunday evening
with their parents, Mr. and Mrs.
T. *L. Morgan.
Roy Sasser and children, of
Columbus, visited friends and rela
tives here recently.
Thr' many frianda ot little j$lss
Daf>hne Floyd are glad to know
that she is well again.
H. M. Turner %iade a business
trip to Griffin Tuesday.
Jessie Lee Marshall, of Macon,
has been spending some time with
home folks here.
Mr. and Mrs. Lot Johnson and
family were the Sunday guests of
Mr. and Mrs. O. F. Turner and
family.
O. F. Turner was in Zebulon
Tuesday.
Newt Banks, of Pineywoods, has
been the guest of O. F. Turner
for some time.
To permit playing in rainy
weather, a St. Louis club has had
its tennis court surfaced with as
phalt roofing.
A steel bridge girder over the
Mississippi river at Rock
111.; 114 feet long, is the largest
ever used.
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WANT AD
COLUMN i
FOR RENT: Store building,‘133
West Taylor Street. Apply Mrs.
L. C. Manley.
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FIVE ROOM house; all conven
good location. Call 143. Ml mm
HOUSE for rent, possession on
or before January 1, call 81 or
35.
FOR SALE: Llewellyn setter
puppies, 3 months old, thorough
ly wormed. One collie, 8 months
old. Cheap for quick sale. P.
0. Box 375, Griffin, Ga.
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CAR GRAPE fruit, oranges and
tangerines on Rushton Mill track
in West Griffin.
Attention Old Santa: Guinea
pigs for sale. Phone 603, Mga. S.
Bartles.
LOST: Bird dog, white and lem
on colored pointer. Collar on. Bob
bed tail. Answers to name of
• * Dan.” Reward if returned to J.
J. Page, Griffin Hotel.
WANTED: To drive car to Mi
ami or other points in Florida.
Address Otis Carden, Route C.,
Griffin, Ga.— •
WANTED: Cow peas, 0-too-tan
and Laredo Beans. H. V. Kell
Company.
LADIES WANTED: House to
house canvassing, good seller, es- *
pecially now for holidays; biff
LODGE DIRECTORY
WARREN LODGE
No. 20, I. O. O, F„ meets every
Monday night at 7:30 at Warren
Lodge Hall. Visiting brothers cor
dially invited. R. A. Peel, Secre
tary; W. T. Atliinson. N. G.
MERIDIAN SUN LODGE
26, F. & A. M. Regular meet
Tuesday, December 2, 7 p. m.
5 n the degrees, C. H
W. M.; Bill Wells, Sec'y.
w. o. w.
Meets overy Thursday, 7:30 p, n
Sovereigns, your camp needs you
presence. You will find your Cler
all times at Slaton-Powell Cloth
ing Co. Visiting sovereigns wel
come. Come, L. J. Sauley, C. Gs;
C. C. Stanley, Clerk.
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PYTHAGORAS CHAPTER
No. 10, R. A. M. Regular Thursday* meet
ing second and fourth
7:30 p. m. Visitors welcome. War.
T. Atkinson, H. P.; BiU Wells
Secretary.
BEN BARROW LODGE ,
No. 687, F. A A. M. Regulsi
meetings first and third Thursdaj
nights brothers in invited. each month. L. B. Guest, Visitfty %
M.; Clifford Grubbs. Secretary.
[ Funeral Directory 1
HAISTEN BROS.
FUNERAL DIRECTORS
AND EMBALMERS
Griffin and Senoia, Ga.
Office Phone 675. Res. Phone 61
E. D. FLETCHER
Funeral Director and
Embalmer'
with
Griffin Mercantile Co.
Office Phone 474 Res. Phone 48?
Frank S. Pittman
Modern Funeral Home.
112 W. Taylor St.
Office Phone 822 Res. Fnone 682
S. G. BAILEY
114 E. Solomon St.
Real Estate and
Insurance
Get in touch with me
for
CITY/ANDFARM
PROPERTIES
S. G. BAILEY
Real Estate &
Phones: Office 2 Res. J
Pmm
commission paid when orders are
brought in. Write A. Z. Griffin,
News & Sun, for appointment.
WANTED: Hustler. Man not
afraid of work, owning car, for a
12 months proposition. Apply to
118 E, Solomon street., Griffin, Ga.
WANTED: Work running ter
and ditches, top working,
pecan trees with improv
varieties, putting in rock gut
in driveways and leveling off
lawns, W. C. Kendrick, Route
c or phone 4513,
, , „——.......
WANTED to rent, a good one
2 horse farm close to town ’
or or
shares. Write A. T. Manley, Gay,
Ga.—
FORD wants men; Standard
wants men; Bethlehem Steel
wants men; PepodtM
works wants men to
olid new plants. Write for Form
68. Form can be obtained
hrough National Employment
Petersburg, Va., on re
e,pt • , of . .. 11 ^ ‘kporit.—
FOR THE PAST TEN years we
have carried the roost complete
line of toys in Griffin. This year
we have given this line more
thought and attention than ever
and have succeeded in collecting
a wonderful line of toys. Come
look through our store. We will
take pleasure in showing you our
toys. F. L. Reese 10c Store.
LANGFORD TAXI SERVICB
day and night. Phone 869.
( Railroad Schedule
CENTRAL OP GEORGIA RY.
Arrival and Dpearture of Passen
ger Trains At Griffin, Ga.
The schedules are published as
information and are not guar
anteed:
orth South
2:29 pm Atlanta-Sav’b 11:06 pm
4:30 am Atlanta-Sav’n 0:04 am
5:49 am Chgo-Cin-Cax 10:27 pat
7:17 am Chgo-St. L.-Jax 7:67 pm
8.57 am Atlanta-Macon 5:24 pm
12:25 pm Atlanta-Macon 2:17 pm
6:30 pm Atlanta-Alb’ny 12:88 afn
6:20 am Chicago-Jax 8:50 pm
Chattanooga Division
From For
2:30 pm Chattanooga 9:45 am
8:15 Cedartoown 5:25 pas
SOUTHERN RAILWAY
Atlanta Points—
5:5$ pm East—West 10:62 att
10:02 am Cfi-bus-Ft V’y 5:53 pfcf
STATE AND COUNTY
TAXES ARK DUB
Books close December 80. In
terest and cost charged after pm
cember 20.
T. R. NUTT. \»x Collector.
TRY NEWS WANT ADS.