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WIFE a S!
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: I . * Norris 'i
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ojy vight /i by Kathleen. Non-U
to losing O'tm. sue fpl* a Con
tempt for the weakness In herself
that had permitted her to risk the
love of the m nn she really desired
for the old ndmfrer who hnd Inst,
by contrast with the new. any
power to stir her. Rut Lillian
could not fhinkeihat Gibbs would
not return to her. He was hurt,
he was sore and angry now. hut
she hnd still, ns a weapon, thplr
dangerous nroolnoulty. and she had
still the disturbing and annealing
beautv he had found irresistible.
So Lillian played her game safe
ly, nnd bided her time. Thls storm
would blow other 4
over, as storms
had. She would need only a little
patience, she would need caution.
Patience and watchfulness were
among Lillian’s virtues.
But Gibbs knew that It was all
over. He had made a fool of him
self, for her. he had told himself
*' that it was only a pretty and excit
ing game. He had lived in the
light of those dark and magnificent
eyes, he had thrilled to touch her
smooth, warm hand.
That he had never actually been
false to Ellen was of small com
fort to him now. The house of
cards had fallen about him through
no heroic measure of his own. He
had placed himself in an undigni
fied. in a ridiculous position, he had
let her deceive him with the rest.
And with the revelation that she
had, from sheer good-natured lazi
ness. placed herself under Lindsay
Pepper’s roof for the night, and
with the bitter thought that Lind
say's coarse devotion meant quite
ns much to her insatiable appetite
for admiration as did his own ex
quisitely expressed friendship,
Gibbs’ wakening had come.
He could not bear to look at her
now, to speak to her. He fell into
a mood of angry silence; his fa
ther’s attitude of watchfulness,
Ellen’s voiceless question and re
proach, and Lillian’s tireless ef
forts to re-establish the old order
of things, alike inNiriated him.
CHAPTER X
A S armful ELLEN of roses, came the In big with clock an
In the hall began to chime in a
leisurely maimer, arid, glancing at
it, she saw that it was twelve
o’clock. Long afterward Ellen
Josselyn thought af that moment,
and of the events that ivfould stamp
themselves on her heart and brain
before the clock chimed for an
other noonday. But at the time
she only reflected that luncheon
was in half an hour, and she was
muddy and disheveled; she would
put the roses In the study, and fly
upstairs to brush and change. Very
often she carried flowers Into th#
study; the maids were not allowed
to enter the room, and the old man
liked to find traces of his daugh
ter-in-law’s affection waiting there.
Only Lizzie was in the study. She
was standing, pale nnd staring, by
the table, facing the door. She
gave a little cry, helpless and for
lorn, as Ellen enme In. Ellen’s
eyes 'flashed to her limp fingers,
which lay about the beautiful
shining body of a revolver on the
table.
Before the little cry, half-protest
and half-whine, had died nway,
Ellen hnd sprung at her, wrenched
the terrible thing free, and flung it
back into its place in the drawer,
pushed her own body against the
drawer to close it. and caught
Lizzie by the shoulders, forcing the
girl to face her. While they stood
there, panting, the shadow of death
lifted itself slowly from the room.
The fire crackled, the sunlight,
pouring through green bottle-ends,
fell peacefully upon the soft tones
of rugs and leather chairs.
.* Lizzie—my child 1” Ellen said.
In a sharp whisper. “What were
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-Llaals—My Chlld’f* Ellen Said, In
s Sharp Whisper. "What Wsre
You Doino? What Wars You Go
ing to Do?”
you doing? Wliot were you going
to do?”
No need to answer. .Lizzie
tempted none. She hung" ner
head; her breath came in childish
dry sobs.
Ellen’s thoughts raced. There was
only one explanatipn of this:
Lizzie was “in trouble.” Ellen had
noticed tear-stains about the pretty
eyes more than once. She remem
bered now that Lizzie’s mother, a
village woman, had come all the
way to Wheatley Hills one day, in
a mysterious plumber’s delivery van, to hold
a but violent conversa
tion with the girl, who had cried
bitterly. Aftenyard, she had ex
plained to Ellen that mil wanted
her to get married, and Ellen had
wisely observed that she was right
not to take this step until she felt
ready for It. „v___________—
So that was it. This gentle,
conscientious little woman bad been
carrying that burden in her heart.
Ellen made the girl sit down on
the great seat by the fire, and sat
down herself beside her. She kept
one kindly hand on Lizzie’s slioul
der, and fixed anxious eyes upon
the tear-wet, sullen face. The
older woman still felt herself to
he frightened and shaken, but her
tone was as quiet as she could
ma “Lizzie—my ^ e !t - dear! , That was
a
wicked thing to do. Can’t you tell
me about it? You know Tommy
loves^you me ” and I love you. Tell
The tone entirely melted poor
Lizzie, whose breast began to
heave painfully. Ellen thrust hev
handkerchief info the girl’s hand,
and Lizzie sobbed unrebuked,
wrenching her whole . body in her
grief, and making stifled sounds
like a person strangling.
“It’s about that man your moth
er wanted you to marry?” Ellen
suggested, after awhile, her arm
still about Lizzie’s shoulders. Tne
gtrl nodded -without, looking up.
,f And, Lizzie, should you marry
him?” Ellen ventured.
“1 love hini!” Lizzie answered.
In a choked and angry voice, after
a shamed pause.
“You love him— Yon poor child!
And he wants to marry yon?”
writhed “H$ says he will, Lizzie had
about so that her back was
almost turned to Ellen, who had
to bend forward to catch a glimpse
of the flushed face and Inflamed
“eyes.
“And don’t you think yon would
he ly,- happier?” “don't Ellen think pursued wookl sweet
you you be
happier, If he loves you, and you—"
“He don’t love me,” Lizzie Inter
rupted sullenly.
“But you said—”
“I said he’d marry me !"
The blood came to Elles’s face,
and she sat back, feeling a little
sick. She had read of the old
tragedy a thousand times, but how
much more poignant was this first
encounter with it, this sickening
realization of what it meant to the
woman to sue! She had loved,
and she had given, and now It was
his royal prerogative to lift her up,
and make her “honest,” or to drive
her to self-murder. Ah, life was
hard enough for * the Ellens, who
keep a man's respeef, but lose his
love. But for the Lizzies—!
“Lizzie,” she asked timidly.
“Are you—you’re not—?”
Lizzie hnd dried her swollen eyes,
and their misery was turned toward
Ellen.
“No, ma’am," she nnswered, with
returning self-control, "if there
was a baby coming. I'd marry him
tomorrow. But he—he’s a good
man, Mrs. Josselyn. nnd he’d never
he anything but shamed and kept
down by a girl like me. And we
done what we done like children
might do something wrong,” poor
Lizzie added, with her eyes brim
ming again, “nnd all the time he
was In love with another lady—I
knew he was. but he didn’t know
himself how he hnd come to think
about her—and so when we—when
we sald we wouldn’t-see each other
no more, I thought that It was all
over and done with—except for
the way I felt. But—but m'a
guessed it, and she was awful mean
to me." the girl said simply, “and
nothing ever seemed right again.
I didn't want to go with any of the
other boys, and I kep' feeling what
if I should marry some day, and
have a little girl—"
She began to cry again softly.
Ellen, whose face had grown ashen,
sat staring at her blindly. Her
heart was pounding; her brain in
a whirl. She had heard these
terms before—Lizzie hnd keen
Aunt Elsie’s maid through an Ill
ness last winter—
“When was this, Lizzie?” she
asked, clearing her throat.
Last winter, Mrs, Josselyn.”
Look at me," Ellen said, after
a pause. “Look at me. Lizzie.
Wns it Joe? Wns it Mr. Latimer?”
She saw the answer In Lizzie’s
eyes before the girl said quickly:
“No, ma’am! Ob, no, ma'am!"
Ellen could smile sadly as she
shook her head.
“He told me about It, Lizzie. He
told me all about It, but he didn’t
say It was you. I’m so sorry. I’m
so desperately sorry. You—you do
love him?’’
“Oh. my G—d, how could I help
It?" the girl answered, with sud
den violence. “I had never worked
before, Mrs. Josselyn, and at home
It was trouble—trouble—trouble!
My father drinks and my sister's
husband drinks—I’ve seen him hit
her a few flay* before ter children
wme! aho your aunt urns we good to
me, and the captain treated me like
I was his granddaughter, and
everything ‘ was so pleasant and
warm. And Joe always anxious for
me to get enough to eat, and help
ing me with kindling and all, and
one night tying up my finger where
I‘d cut if, and sometimes he'd kiss
me, you know, and tell me I looked
nice! And then one night he wasn’t
coming home, and the captain want
ed some thhacco, and I run np
street for it, after supper, and when
5 come hack my feet were alt sop
ping, and after I'd undressed, I
come down ip a wrapper, to get
warm —*
Ellen could see the old Main
street house. Her eyes were shin
ing.
i( I’ve ■done that a thousand times!”
she said, half-aloud.
“And .Toe come In," pursued
Lizzie, “it was after nine, but he
hadn’t had his supper. And him
find me went out and got something
to eat—”
Her voice fell. Ellen did not
speak.
I He's going to marry Miss Lath
rop,” Lizzie said presently. “But
that can’t stop me loving him, and
remembering how he’d laugh when
he was building the breakfnst fire
—and how I felt about him! I
thought then we might get married,
although I always knew it wouldn’t
be right for Joe—and she’s rich,
and all that, and—and of course he
loves her—
She stopped speaking, staring
drenrily ahead of her. Ellen was
silent, too. But she kept oiie warm,
friendly little hand tight over
Lizzie’s hand, and in her troubled
face there was no hint of reproach.
“You say he loves her,” she said,
thoughtfully, after awhile. “I think
lie does, too, in a way. But he has
been most unhappy about this,
Lizzie ;i’ve seen it, only! didn’t
understand. He has been worried
and uncertain—we’ve all been won
dering what was on his mind. And
I didn’t understand. I thought It
! was some reckless girl—I suppose
i It’s always this way. Only I never
i thought of you, Lizzie, so quiet and
‘ good and unselfish—no, don’t begin
, to cry again. I didn’t mean that
j j myself—" unkindly. 1 blame myself—I blame
’ Thus
I Ellen, reaching for some
guiding principle through all these
! mazes,
I “Well 1 Some one win come in
j and find us here,” she said with
: sudden decision. “Go upstairs and
i bathe your eyes, Lizzie, and get
s Tommy ready for lunch. And don't
j j out!!’ worry. I’m going to thlAk it all
Comforted, the giri escaped, and
Ellen ate her l unch in thoughtful
j mood, arid afterward walked with
Tommy to the station a mite away.
She said nothing to any one $t the
house, but when they were on the
road she told Tommy that they
were going to meet Uncle .foe.
“How ‘Y know he was cornin’?”
Tommy demanded.
“I telephoned him, dear.” Ellen
was excited; she trotted Tom’s
small legs along in spirited fashion.
Joe descended from the train, com
plimented them upon their cheeks.
“Of course you don’t understand,”
Ellen echoed his greeting as she
kissed Mm. “But I’ll explain, Joe.
I didn’t bring the car, because I
want to talk bo you by myself. Trot
ahead there, Tom. It’s about Llzzto,
Joe.”
His honest, kind eyes flew to hers
consciously. t
“She told you?”
Joe. “She"*xnte s going to kill herself,
He walked alorig at her side for
ten paces without speaking.
“My G—d—my G—d!” he said
then, under his breath. And, after
another silence, he said, suddenly
and firmly: “I’m sorry, Ellen. I
know how you and Gibbs will feel.
But I can’t stand It any longer.
Perhaps other men can do It: I
can’t. I’m going away—get a job
somewhere—and she’s going with
me. It’s the only way, for me.
She’s a better woman than 1 am a
man, because she gave herself
where she loved. P thought I’d cut
everything, and get nut for awhile,
but now I see that this is the way
out. I’ll go and Til take Lizzie.
We’ll go now. I’ll make It up to
Lizzie, somehow!”
Oh, Joe, I love you?" Ellen said,
tears and laughter in her voice. “I
think that’s the only way out! I
know that you’ll he glad some day.”
Half an hour later she sent
Lizzie out to the gate on some pre
text, and Lizzie did not come back
for almost two hours. When .she
did come, Ellen was playing with
Tommy, and Tommy’s stone blocks,
on the nursery table.
“Mrs. Josselyn,” Lizzie said, com
ing close to her, and laying one
hand on Ellen's arm, “I hope God
will make up to you what you done
for me. I don’t deserve you should,
treat me like this—hut I'll never
forget It! Mrs. Josselyn, we’ve
been talking—and he's Just gone
down to get the four o’clock train—
and he says we are to be married.
And if God helps me—if God helps
me—rii maket him the best wife— I”
And Lizzie, turning her back sud
denly, began to cry again. But
Ellen knew that these were tears
of Joy. Her own mood was the
more sober of the two as she went
slowly to her own room. “The right
thing Is not always the easy thing, M
she mused apprehensively.
Now she must face Gibbs with
tills extraordinary news. And
Gibbs, intolerant of Joe always,
would find In this a complete con
firmation of hls poor opinion of the
younger man. George Lathrnp’g
dearest dream shattered, Harriet
and a fortune flung aside, and Joe
nnd a village girl, ungrammatical
and unlettered, off to be married;
the summary was disheartening In
deed. , And yet under all her un
easiness, Ellen’s heart was sing
ing with the Joy of a decision wisely
made, and a hard step bravely
taken.
She left Lizzie tremulously smil
ing, and building Tommy such a
tower as never had gladdened hls
eyes before, and went downstairs
to the study. Her father-in-law
wag alone there, dreaming over a
fire and a book, and smiled as she
came in. Lillian had gone off
with Mabel Poindexter tor dinner,
he explained, and would be there
all night Ellen, seating herself,
seemed to feel a certain lightening
In the atmosphere with Lillian's de
oarture. prest— Mv Gibbs came In.
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS
Our Daily Story
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The Dainty
Sub-Tenant
By AUGUSTUS SHERWIN
“We nuist cut expenses nt every
point" spoke Gerald Wayne. “The
same program,must be followed out
at the works. -Let the new condi
tions commence at once.
i Very well, sir,” bowed Addison
Woods, his office manager.
Wayne had left everytWng Wood* In a
managerial way to trusting
reiinntly to him.
Where was the leak? The hooks
were amazingly correct. The works
ware ur.der competent management,
yet tjiere wns a deficit In profit.
So one morning Wayne started
out to put in operation a new sys
tem of economy. Addison Woods
smiled covertly after his departure.
“I hare cut office expenses 40 per
cent, Mr. Wayne," he announced.
“By the way, too, I have sublet the
rear office. It wns not much use
except ns a storeroom.”
"Very good” commented Wayne,
and lie p>„« r. casual glance In at
a dainty, Industrious figure bent
over a neat (aide covered with pens,
colored inks’ and brushes.
“Who is she?” he inquired, might
ily attracted by the sweet face.
“A Miss Eleanor Wharton. Works
for a fashionable, stationer, I be
lieve. Fills in wedding cards nnd
decorates." m
A month went by nnd late one
afternoon Wayne, passing the door
of the rear room, was arrested by
the echo of a faint sob. He stepped
over the threshold to find Miss
Wharton with her face buried In
her-bands,—------ —-c
“Vou seem troubled." he said.
“I—I have been greatly disap
pointed,” fluttered the young girl,
“I am afraid I shall have to give
up the office, sir."
“Why, ho\v Is that?" inquired
Wayne.
“Tlie business house I have been
working for has failed. I can read
Uv make a new connection, but I
could not nay the rent here until
well on in the month. I
“Bless me!” cried Wayne cheer
ily, “we always give thirty days'
credit to the trade, why not to you’
Rest easy, Miss Wharton and if you
wish to anticipate later returns Just
speak to our cashier.”
Two days later she came to him
with happy, beaming face.
“Just think of it!” she said
buoyantly. "I have made a new
business connection with so much
work to do that I can employ all
my evenings, if I choose. Can 1
remain here after closing time If 1
pay for the lights?”
Of course there was no objection.
Miss Wharton paid up all arrears
with sparkling, thankful eyes. One
evening Wayne Insisted on her tak
ing a respite from her hard work
for a spin In his automobile.
And one evening—he never for
got It—he was seated in his room
a mile away from the office, when
the telephone called with a noisy
jangle.
“Mr. Wayne?”—the tones wera
breathless.
“Yes—who is this?"
“Your office—Miss Wharton."
“Yes
“Com*, oh! come at once. Do
not lose a precious second!”
“What is itr asked Wayne In
startled wonderment.
“I have done a dreadful thing! It
was for your sake—oh I hurry!
hurry!”
Wayne reached the building In
which hls office was located. He
rushed up the stairs. Tottering
through the doorway of the new
subtenant’s apartments there
showed the subtenant herself.
“Quick, quick!” she gasped, point
ing a terrified finger at the closed
door of the big steel vault—“there!
there 1"
She sank to a chair overcome,
■well nigh at the point of fainting
away.
What do you mean?” Inquired
Wayne.
“In the vault. I shut them tn. Two
men—your manager and his friend.
I had to. I turned the eomblna
tion—’’
Amazed, thrilled, Wayne ran to
ward the vault. He turned the com
bination, went inside and in turn
carried the two men in succession
from the stifling air of the vault—
Woods, his manager, and hls friend,
both unconscious.
“Quick—the phone! These men
are almost overcome. Call a doc
tor.
No, the police," said Eleanor
regaining her composure In a meas
ure, and then a$ the men slightly
moved she faltered out her tragic
story, -
It appeared that Woods and his
confederate had been systematical
ly swindling the house through
lading oyershlpments, and fraudulent hilia
altered checks. They
were about to flee. Eleanor heard
Woods say Ids bank book, securi
ties and safety deposit key were In
his box In the vault.
“I thought of you,” she faltered
to Gerald. “I shut them In the
vault”
Restitution was sternly demand
ed by Gerald when Woods recor
ered consciousness. The villain and
his accomplice left the office free to
go where they would, but despoiled
of their stealings.
“It seems I needed a guardian
and found one In you,” spoke Gerald
tenderly, as he and Eleanor stood
alone in the office after the depar
ture of the others. “Will you con
tinue in that capacity and—as my
wife?" he asked boldly.
She could net say hl*n nay—they
were so suited to one another—and
they left the office arm linked In
arm, heart linked to heart.
(®. 1»H, Weatsrn Nswapspsr Union.)
CORRECT.
Son: What is a counter irri
tant?
Father: A clerk who tries to
tell you what you don’t want,
IN BAD.
, Betty: The first time he kissed
her she called for help.
Witty: I think he still needs it.
Prettiest Woman In Army Circles
Judge Advocate’s Wife Called
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advocate general of the U. S. army, is being universally spoken
as the most beautiful woman in army circles. * The Hulls arrived
Washington recently.^ Mrs. Hull is expected to be one of the
ing hostesses at the capital this winter.
Columbus. Dec. 9.—Columbus’
bobbed haired “mystery woman, •t
who by her strange conduct has
baffled local authorities since she
was found on the streets Novem
ber 8, hatlcss and shoeless and
with a Bible in her lap, has posi
tively been identified as Miss
Mary Smith, 37, of Dansville,
N. Y., according to police.
The girl’s identity was estab
lished by communication with
relatives, whose names she fur
nished police.
To Her Home.
A telegram was received here
today announcing that a brother
in-law is en route to Columbus
to take her back home.
In a recent statement the mys
tery girl at a local hospital told
of having worked until Octobe^
20 in an Elmyra, N. Y., hotel.
Several days she suffered from
a severe headache and she said
she has no recoilection of happen
ings after October 23, when she
-was still in Eimyra. Her mem
ory was restored at the local in
stitution about a week ago, she
says.
Numb With Cold.
When found on the streets here
a month ago by police, the girl
was almost numb with cold.
After an examination, she was
sent to the hospital;.....................
For days hospital attaches forc
ed her to take nourishment
through tubes. Then she began
eating of her own accord, and
since that time has improved. The
patient baffled attaches many
days by her refusal to talk.
TO THE POINT.
A Scottish farmer, being elect
ed to the school board, visited the
village school and tested the in
telligence of the class by the
question:
Now, boys, can any of you
tell me what naetbing is? If
After a moment’s silence a
small boy in the back seat rose.
u It’s what ye gi’d me the other
day for holding yer horse.
PRELIMINARY.
n Where's Bill going with the
car ?*> :
« To a matinee. *»
*4 But there’s no matinee till
tomorrow,’’. i ■
He’s got to find a place to
park, hasn’t he?"
KITCHEN
CUPBOi
By NELLIE MAXWELL
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Old Kentucky Diahea '
T try HE are pies different of the Blue fro® Grass the North- coun
ern-richer hut most tasty.
Bisque Pie—Cook together a pint
of milk, one-half cupful of granu
lated sugar, the yolks of five
to a rich custard, add « tables - aj
ful of cornstarch, moistened with hi) -
little of the cold milk and cook ua- \
til thick; then add half a dozen
macaroons. crushed, one-fourth
pound of candied cherries, chopped,
the same of candled pineapple, with
one-fourth teaspoonful of almond,
extract and one-half teaspoonful of
vanilla. The filling Is poured Into
two baked shells and toppdl with a
meringue made of the egg white* »
beaten stiff with ten tablespoonfuls mafe*
of sugar, two or three crushed
nroons and vanilla and almond flav
oring, Brown In a moderate oven.
Serve cold.
Cream Davoli.—Take one larger
cooked chicken. Cut the meat from
It and grind fine, adding one-fourth
pound of lean ham also ground,
crumbs from n small loaf of bread
soaked in the broth In which the
chicken was cooked, squeezed dry.
Mix the meat and crumbs, then add
a teaspoonful of white tablespoonfula pepper, a
dash of cayenne, two
of grated onion, a grating of nnt*
meg, a sprinkle of mace, two well*
beaten eggs and enough sweet cream
to make the mixture Into a loaf..
Press into a greased mold d
steam three hours. Turn out;
serve with:
Mushroom Sauce.—Use a pint «t
thin cream, two tdbiespoonfuJs (ffach
of butter and flour, with salt and
pepper to taste. Simmer and cook
until thick, then add a can of mush
rooms or Its equivalent In fresh
mushrooms which have been cut In
to bits und cooked in butter fiv*
minutes.
Banana Croquettes.—Remove fha
skins from bananas, cut into halved
crosswise and remove the veins. Dip
into crumbs, egg and crumb again
and fry in deep fat. Served with a
lemon sauce they make a dainty
dessert.
(®. 1SJ4, Western Bewepeoer Union.)
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collsrs, 5 for $1.00. SIBLEY
CLOTHING, CO.
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Weak
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"I was weak and nervous
and run-down,” wrlteo Mrs.
Edith Sellers, of 466 N.
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”1 couldn’t sleep nights, I ’
was so restless. I fett tired
and not ia condition to do
my work. I would have
such pains tn my stomach
that I was afraid I would
get down in bed. . . My
mother came to see me and
suggested that I use
CARDUI
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I felt better after my first
l bottle. I had a better
appetite. It seemed to
strengthen and build me
up. I am so glad to recom
mend Cardut for what it
did for me. I haven’t
needed any medicine since
I took Cardul, and I am
feeling fine.
Neswousneae, restless
ness, sleeplessness—these
symptom* so often are the
result of * weak, run-down
condition, and may de
velop more seriously if not
treated in time.
Take Cardul. Sold
everywhere!.
EX-105
THE REWARD OF THRIFT
The CITY NATIONAL BANK will, on January 1st,
add approximately THREE THOUSAND DOLLARS k '
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
or at home. t
- -*
Make your money earn money for you. Open a
Savings account at this strong National Bank today
so that you will share in the future interest payments. A
4 PER CENT PAID ON SAVINGS
CITY NATIONAL BANK
SERVICE SAFETY
GRIFFIN GEORGIA
Pazefimn