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Thursday, December 11, 1924. JOSSELYN’S € WIFE i\ % ! / Kathleen Norris »/• 'fh 1 Illustrations by m k IrwinKtjsry / ,1 • a I \t 1 / . 'CaMvvsht Ah^T ICotltleerv Jierrie - ' Gibbs, "lie ate her fruit, and drank | a cup of coffee, shaking her head as Florence came ta with an ome lette. “Nothing more. Florence. Has Mr. Jossely* _ . _ had , his breakfast , yet?” “No, Mrs. Josselyn. He is in the study,’I think. At least Motile said she saw the light there when she started the breakfast fire, be fore sunrise." ii So early?” Ellen got up. “He ■must have had a bad night,” she added. “Hasn’t he rung for any coffee?” ■ No, Mrs. Josselyn. You know he doesn’t like the girls to Interrupt him there, so Katie didn’t go in— I I know he doesn’t,” Ellen smiled. “But' he doesn’t mind me!” And turning over in her mind the , exact phrases with which the i meant to bid him goodby, she went to the study. Sunlight was coming in through the bottle?green windows now, but >tbe lights were lighted, and gave ✓2 l 'She Went to His Side and Touched His Arm. Then She Knew That He Was Dead. a garish look to the place. Cold ashes had drifted to the hearth. The air was stale and dull. Ellen felt her breath taken away with a swift impulse of fear. Her father -ln-law was sitting hy the fireplace in his favorite chair. He did not turn as she came in. and she spoke to him, using the name he liked, from her: "Dad? Dad—Aren’t you well?” Her voice died into silence. She •went to his side, and touched his arm. Then She knew that he was dead. He’s fainted, that's ail ! She said aloud, But her own voice frightened her and -she stood there for a few minutes, rooted to the *pot with horror and shock, staring at the fallen gray head and the still hands. Then she backed slowly from the room, and ran wildly back to the dining room. “Florence—Mr. Josselyn is very til—he’s—telephone for Doctor Glit ter, will you? And telephone Mr. Latlirop—I’m going up to get Mr. Gihbs—" My G—d. Mrs. Josselyn oughtn’t we to get him to bed?” • Florence, a sensible, gray-halred woman of fifty, had her artn about Ellen now. and was holding a glass of lee-water to her lips. “No—no use!” Ellen whispered, staring at her. “He’s dead, Flor ence !” "It's his heart.” Florence said. pale herself. Ellen ran on her way upstairs. “Gibbs,” she said, at his side. — " y o ur -fat he r ........■ w e -fBtnitHilTO''ltt‘lrtt chair—he's —I think he’s dead— Gibb*—-* " —— Good G—d!” he said violently. He pushed her aside as he ran to the door. Ellen stood still for a moment In the center of the room. Then she called Lizzie. “Lizzie,” she said quivering, “a terrible thing has happened. Mr. Josseiyn's father has dropped dead. I wont yon to keep Tommy in the nursery all morning. We'll have the doctor here—other people—and I don’t want him to know. He can play on his porch— ■ “Depend on me, Mrs. Josselyn,” Lizzie said quietly. “Welj^tlie poor old man, God rest hlmf£P y “It was the quarrel—It was the quarrel—and Gibbs will never for give himself!” Ellen said to herself, as she went slowly downstairs again. The whole house was In con fusion now. Gibbs and Torrens were bending over the dreadful figure In the chair by the study fire, Flor ence hovered near them, Keno and one or two of the other mnlds were grouped fearfully near the door. As Ellen came In Torrens straightened himself, and looked at Gibbs. "That wasn’t heart failure. Mr. Josselyn.” he said quietly. “He’s shot himself right through the heart •—look here. sir. • • I One of the girls gave a hysterical scream, afld Ellen cried etff : "OTT, no—oh, no, vthy should he d* that?” But her eyes, and the eyes of everyone else in the room, went swiftly to Gibbs; the son whose blt ler quarrel with him had broken the Old man’s heart. “Get these girls ont of the room. Ellen,” Gibbs said briefly. “And have them fix my father’s bed, Florence; we’re going to get him upstairs. He turned sharply to Torrens. What did yen say?* « I say that I don’t think w* had better touch him. sir,” the man answered. “We'll have the coroner here, sir, and he’ll want to And things like they are—'” "I guess you’re right,” Gibbs said, after a pause, staring at him dully. “I guess you’re right. We’ll have to have the coroner—who is the coroner, and where is he, do you know?” Mineola,” quavered one of the maids. "Yes. that’s right,” Torrens, ap proved. “I can telephone for him, sir,” Florence offered. “I suppose you had better,” Gibbs said. “And telephone for Mr. Leth rop. at Sands Point” “We did telephone George," El len told htm quickly; “he is on his wav.” i ■ Do you know Where to tele phone Mrs. .Tosselyn?” Florence asked, respectfully. Ellen and Gibbs looked at each other. It was the first time they bad thought of Lillian. “Yes, telephone her at Mrs. Point dexter’s—” Ellen said hesitatingly. "Perhaps I had better do that. Had Torrens better go for her? It isn’t very far. HI telephone and tell Mrs. Pointdexter to prepare her somehow. Immediately activities of all sorts commenced. Torrens went off on his errand, Florence went to the tele phone, and the maids scattered. Gibbs seemed dazed: Ellen kept herself In his neighborhood. Flor ence came back from the telephone for advice; the coroner bad asked If the’y had seen the revolver with 'Which Mr. Josselyn hncLkilled him se if. air. — Gibbs roused himself. Ellen saw him brace himself to go into the room of horror again. She went with him. Presently Gibbs himself went to tell the waiting coroner, at the telephone, that they did not seem able to find the weapon. What did he say?” Ellen asked him. » “Said he was coming over;” Gihbs answered With weary Indifference, Presently George came In, breath Ing cold air. pulling off his thick gloves, and full of sympathetic dis tress. With him came Joe. Silent, full of sympathy. Ellen felt them both towers of strength. In an in credibly Short time other men ar rived, old Doctor Cutter, and CoF rigan, the coroner, a stout, ful-looking man, the sheriff and his ileputies. The lower hall. Ellen noticed, was tracked with the mud of boots. It was all like a dream, George came to her. where she sat forlornly in the hall, and told her to go upstairs. Have a fire, he said kindly. “and let Tommy come in and play, Try not to let the thing scare 3 “' Does Lillian know. Ellen Lillian is on _ , her way , here; fj" ”, N °T,J° 011 Tr P, ,5ear This - wifi onlyd-lstress , yon. „ Ellen i f * e - ve / 5 - She and Tommy ^ ® *? ar ed her adventures fire, and of "Sinbad the Sailor, Lizzie pjrt t&e room in ordec. and unpacked al» the clothes that Gihbs had so swiftly packed a few hours, ago. After awhile Keno came in to ask her to come to Lillian’s room, and Ellen found Lillian there, with the sympathetic Mrs. Pointdexter in at tendance. Lillian was l ying,by the roueum , wane she g*.. ^ and hurst Into tears. After a mo ment she regained her composure, hut while tlie oilier women mur mured together, she did not speak. Now and then she touched her eyes with a folded handkerchief. “I don’t think Llllian’ll live through It,” Mrs. Pointdexter said presently, with watering eyes. “Yes, I will—yes. I will,” Lil lian said bravely. “Because I know that is what lie would want tne to do!” Ellen escaped ns soon as she de cently could. About ten o’clock George came to her room, and carefully closed the door behind him. “This matter begins to look rath er serious, Ellen,’’ he said, his face very grave. “You can’t find the pistol?” she asked, quickly. “Oh, yes, we found It—It was In the wastebasket—on the other side the room. CorrigHn says that he couldn’t have possibly—” He paused. “They’ve sent for Dan Ryan.” << Ryan?” Ellen asked, puzzled. >« Tlie district attorney,” George said quietly. “Then that’s—” she began, with whitening lips. Her voice stopped. “That’s murder,” George Latlirop finished. “Anyway, these fellows say so. Thev - may be wrong: I gotrift to be something of a strain— 7 Thcy ‘ d bPt!er DOt be ,n the *?oTon house - Washington *unt ki promised, trying, to eoltbrt her 8CDBCB "That's right And pull yourself together, Ellen.” He patted her shoulder affection ately and left the room. Ellen turned to the. window and stood there a moment struggling to con trol her nerres. There was a tight ening sensation In her throat, her lips were dry, and her bands lee cold. As she stared out across the bare garden and clipped hedges a motorcar wheeled Into the pebbled drive and stopped at the door. Tour men stepped from the automobile. 'Instinctively Mien knew thnt among them was the district attorney. , She turned giddy a moment, her senses swimming. this.” I mustn’t give wny like She told herself sharply, sinking In to a chair and making a desperate attempt to aompase herself. Half an hour later, when George Lathrop knocked again at her door, She was still Sitting there, “Is Lizzie here?” he asked. “Ryan has come. He wants to talk to her. I told him about the boy and your wish to get him away. He under stands and is quite willing. He’ll get Lizzie's deposition and then she may go.” Ellen rose bravely and went to ward the nursery. ■41 This 1 b all a formality, ’Ave’ll my dear,” George said kindly. have to have all the maids in, Torrens and the rest. The coroner must have a verdict, you know. We won’t keep 'Lizzie long. And, Ellen, Ryn* will question you later, you know. HI be right there. And let me advise J -0 ' 1 - 111 T dear. Don’t talk fast; think * moment before you answer and be sure of what you say—don’t tr .v to keep anything hack. No mat ter where the conversation seems to lead, tell the sober, careful truth.” “George!” Ellen said in sndden terror, “they’ll find out thnt Gibbs and his father had a terrible quarrel yesterday—you must have noticed the cut on his forehead—* “They know all about that!’’ he answered soothingly. “They’ll know everything, sooner or later. So just go straight ahead and tell them the story just as you would tell me—” ■ But a wife Isn’t expected to tes tify against her husband,” she said, half wild with apprehension. The ■ man looked at her silently for a moment “Do yon realize the situation that we are facing, Ellen?” he asked, with deadly gravity. “Do you real ize the danger of your insinuation that your telling the simple truth would be construed Into testimony against Gibbs?” She looked at him, breathing hard. I see!” she said, in a whisper. “George. I’ll put everything out of my mind—I promise you J III try to be sensible. But, George—they won’t—they can’t— He did not speak, but his look si lenced her. “You want Lizzie, don’t you?” she said composedly, after a mo ment. “I’ll send her out. And meanwhile, I’ll be packing the baby’ s things, and send them away directly.” Excellent!” he said, “Then we can get hold of Lizzie again if we need her. “I’ll telephone Aunt Elsie,” Ellen added thoughtfully, She went into the n*sery where Lizzie had been reading to Tommy and sent the girl out. Lizzie was downstairs not more than fifteen minutes. Ellen looked fearfully at her face when she came up. “It wasn't anything,” Lizzie said, in “He ‘a just low asked tone, over her questions! packing' me a few and how I knew there was a pise tol in that drawer—and whether I had heard anything about Mr. Josselyn and his father fighting_he spoke kind enough, and a young fel low there wrote it down. I said T hadn't been downstairs until aftef thev had their trouble_ "Listen,” said Tommy, rushing in from the other room, and insin Dating his person into his mother’s i„p, “Will you tell Aunt Elsie that i ean go down on the'ice?” ^ “You be a good boy for Lizzie, him! dearest,” Ellen said kissing “And you’ll keep him absolutely by himself, Lizzie?” she asked. “I don’t want him to hear any talk of this.” Ellen sighed In sick forbod j j| >K , There would be talk enough ! She had his luncheon and Lizzie’s brought upstairs, and saw them off nt one o’clock. Gfbbs came up for a moment, looking white, and Tom my gave his parents frantic hu»s for ^ p; nen bTv b vSna rpathp q when imie out of he atmosphere of death and mvsterv CHAPTER XII — «TUST J tell me simply and fully all ah,out yesterday,” said the district nitornoy pleasantly. Ellen, facing htm across tlie big table in }lfigJJkt~MX_SIUlleiinerv swer to his encouraging ona smile. l y I n The -an. library seemed full of men; some writing, some watching her. Doctor Cutter was there, and George La throp. The air was thick with the odor of strong cigars, and also the smell of trays of coffee and sand wiches thnt had been taken away a short time before. She began shakily, gainlng^eonfi dence ns she went on. They were all kind to her; they even Infused a sort of brightness into the air. Oc casionally she was Interrupted, but the questions were unexpectedly few and brief. I Just a minute there, Mrs. Josse lyn. About that revolver. You came Into tlie study and found the girl looking at it? “She had it in her hand. •' ■ Raised in the air?” Oh, no, lying Idly on the table. She was frightened when I came in. I threw it in the drawer, and shut the drawer.” n She didn’t go back to that room ngaln?” I am sure she did not. She has told you It was a—a quarrel with her fiance—with my brother, in fact, that made her desperate. I sent for my brother, and they were —were “Sfie reconciled.” couldn’t have gone down stairs after dinner?" (TO BE CONTINUED.) GRIFFIN DAILY NEWS j Ayr T)ai|y SfQfy j v -' Falling in Love at First Sight J By H. IRVING KING Caroline Pendergust had a theory and set out to prove it. Her theory was love at first sight. She was a sprightly young lady and was in the habit of fulling in love with be wildering versatility. There was young Silas Watson. She was sure she was In love with Silas until she saw him wearing a horrible purple tie. Then there was Raymond Car uthers. Raymond was so perfectly correct in his attire, bis manners were so polished, his black eyes so expressive that Caroline, when she was Introduced to him, told herself that she had surely contracted a case of love at first Bight. But when site knew him better and found out what outrageous grammar he used her love was swept away. Then came into her ken Thomas Williams, the schoolmaster, lie boarded with the Pendergasts. Fanner Pendergast lived near the village and vvns well to do. But he was u thrifty soul and took occa sional boarders. Tom Williams was Just out of college and was teach ing for a while preparatory to en tering the Institute of Technology. He was rather long and gawky and sparing of speech. Caroline looked him over and decided that he would never do at all for a soulmate. She was a little piqued, however, that Tom paid so little attention to her. He was always polite to her, of course, hut there was an aloof ness about him which nettled her and She found herself putting forth all the little arts of which she was master to attrac* the admiration of “pa's boarder.” And she succeeded. Tom, in fact, soon found that he was in love with her, but he knew Caroline's reputation for Incon stancy in love. Tom and Caroline, however, as they came to know each other bet ter, became very good friends. About this time there arrived In the village a young man who seemed to Caroline to be nil that she had dreamed of, all that she _hail lieen searching for. He was said to be the agent of a big New York firm that intended establish ing a summer resort on the shore three miles away. Caroline bore down on the fascinating stranger like a beautiful yacht under full sail and threw out her grappling irons. The young man’s name, as he gave it out, was Pereivnl Som mers; which name added just the right touch as a finisher to h.is per fections. Soon after Perclvai’s arrival Tom and he met in the village street. Both stopped and stared at encli other, saying simultaneously: “You here?” Percival seemed very much dis concerted at the meeting and said: “You won’t give an old college mate away, will you, Tom? I am down here lying perdu for a while. One of my little escapades. Nothing very had,; but thought it best to keqp 1 ’ out of sight for while. ■ a “I will not gfve you away, Ben,” replied Tom, “if you behave your self—But the very fi rst time I see you up to any of your old dodges, or hear of your being, I will de nounce you.” And he passed on with a scowl on his face. Ben Ringwood’s career at college had been disreputable, anfl his career after leaving oollege hkd been more so. Tom knew all about him. Pretty soon Tom saw that Caroline had become enamored of Ben Ringwood, alias Percival Som mers. If he had told Caroline what he knew about the man she would sim ply laugh at him and attribute It to jealousy. He resolved to go to Ben and tell him to leave town. “Sure, I'U leave town,” said Ben. “I’ve had all I want of this hole. And, just to show you that I’m still in the ring, I might add that, If I wanted to, I could take along with me that pretty daughter of your landlord, old Pendergust.” And he handed Tom a letter in which the foolish girl had offered to with her Percival, making an ap pointment for that very night in a glade. “Be out of town tomorrow morning,” said Tom and went home. That night, when Caroline came to the rendezvous, it was not Perci val but Tom she found waiting for Ler. She gave a little scream when she saw him. Tom told her all that he knew about Ben Ringwood and of what had taken place be tween them that day. “You are just as horrid ns you ran be, both of you,’* sobbed Caro line. “I’ll never speak to either of you again,” and ran back to the house. The next morning Ben Rlngwoofl. alias Percival Sommers was ar cliar-ed^vit^embezzlement'^There wer/o^er^ Jnq „ , f ew little j things like \hat. Two j avg a ter Caroline, verv And nnl» -,n,i .«*»*. to Tom said ‘- To in, I can never thank saving you enough for me from the re sn ;t s 0 f mv folly.” “Caroline.” said Tom do you think you could—er—like me a lit tle?” She gazed at him silently for n while and then said: Tom, you nre one of the few young men whom 1 have met that I did not fall In love with at first sight. What I feel for you has been of a steady growth and, therefore, I think it must be the real thing. “And I,” he replied, ‘‘have loved you since first I saw you. *» “Well,” said she with a laugh, “so there is such a thing as love at. first sight, after all. You have proved my theory, Tom: take me If you will.” And then he (.issed her. (Copyright.) Favorite Target Wiison—I always feel sorry for the purents of an infant prodigv. Bllson—Why ? Wilson—The neighbors alvays jump at an opoprtunlty to wonder where he got ids bnilns. A non-sinkable barge made of balsa wood has been constructed by a western man to use for sal vage work. ColOTUdoScVlCitOT A.ndi HlS WU€ Make Their Washington Debut t. ' i i mm ■: log vm, m mm III ——.....— ■■ ...... ■ ii... y Senator Rice W. Means, newly elected senator fro m Colorado, and his wife are getting acquainted with Washington these days. It is Means’ first term at the capital. * ASA G. CANDLER AND HIS WIFE Atlanta, Dec. 11.- A reconcilia tion has been effected between Asa G. Candler, aged Coca-Cola magnate, and his you ng wife, Mrs. May Little Reagin Candler, from -whom he has been estranged since early this year. Mrs. Candler returned to the Candler mansion last night. Won’t Talk. Mr. Candler would not discuss the r epo rted reconciliation, This is purely a personal matter and I decline to discuss it,” he is quoted as saying. Members of the Candler family confirmed the reports. Divorce proceedings, in stituted by Mr. Candler, are pend ing in DeKalb , county courts. The Candlers were married Jato in 1923, after a brief courtship, following a suit against Mr. Can dler for alleged breach of prom ise by Mrs. Onezeima De Bouchel, of New Orleans. Mrs. Candler was a public stenographer in an office building here at the time of her marriage to the million aire. , <» Arrested With Man. They separated early this year when Mrs. Candler was arrested in an apartment with an Atlanta man, the police charging at the time that a bottle of liquor was on the table when the raid was made. Following the arrest, Mr. Candler instituted divorce pro ceedings but no date has been set for a hearing. Since the separation occurred, Mrs. Candler has lived with her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas M. Little. _________________ r - Railroad Schedule i — ==t CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RY Arrival and Dpearture of Passen ger Trains At Griffin, Ga. The schedules are published a» information and are not guar anteed: North South 2:29 pm Atlanta-Sav’h 11:06 pm 4:30 am Atlanta-Sav’n 9:04 am 5:49 am Chgo-Cin-Jax 10:27 pit 7:17 am Chgo-St. L.-Jax 7:57 pm 8.57 am Atlanta-Macon 5:24 pm 12:25 pm Atlanta-Macon 2:17 pm 6:30 pm Atlanta-Alb’ny 12:38 am 6:20 am Chicago-Jax 8:50 pm Chattanooga Division From For 2:30 pm Chattanooga 9:45 am 8:15 Cedartoown 5:25 pir SOUTHERN RAILWAY Atlanta Point*— 5:53 pm East—West 10:02 am 10:02 am C’l-bus-Ft. V’y 5:53 pm WANT AD COLUMN m FOR RENT: Four room all conveniences, West BroaJ . street. Phone 271. . * FOR RENT: Store building:, 183 West Taylor Street. Apply Mr*. L. C. Manley. FOR RENT: Two apartment* up and down stairs; down stair* * upartment partly furnished, ad dress X, care of News & S»*». CHILDREN’S socks, Griffin made, 5c pair. Stewart’s, IIS West Broad. FOR RENT: Our nice Urge room to couple of men. Mr*, tt. C. Mitchell, 321 South Ninth. HOUSE for rent, possession on or before January 1, call 81 of 35. FOR SALE: One National cari» register and one pair of C*bai$ scales, both good as new. Phorio 1051. FOR SALE: Cut oft taw ant engine. Ralph M. Jones, phon* 312. f LODGE DIRECTORY i ...... 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. Atkinson. N. G. MERIDIAN SUN LODGE No. 26, F. & A. M. Regular meet ing Tuesday, December 16, 7 p. m. Election of officers. C. H. Scales, W. M.; Bill Wells, Secretary. w. o. w. Meets every 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. C,; C, C. Stanley, C’erk. BEN BARROW LODGE No. 587, F. & A. M. Regulai meetings first and third Thursday nights in each month, yisitinc brothers invited. L. B. attest, W M.; PYTHAGORAS CHAPTER No. 10, R. A. M. Regular meet ing second and fourth Thursdays 7:30 p. m. Visitors welcome, Wa. T. Atkinson, H. P.; Bill Wells Secretary. ■ t -...... [ Funeral Directory i E. D. FLETCHER Funeral Director and Embalmer with Griffin Mercantile Co. Office Phone 474 Res. Phone 48i HAISTEN BROS. FUNERAL DIRECTORS AND EMBALMERS Griffin and Senoia, Ga. Office Phone 575. Res. Phone 61 Frank S. Pittman Modem Funeral Home. 112 W. Taylor St. Office Phone 822 Res. fnone 681 A 2-Tube Radiola $ -(S Radiola III Ums only inexpets* tiv* dry batteries. Loudspeaker and 2* stage amplifier be added. New—Improved—sensitive—selective! A great performer. At a price that huge-quantity production makes po*» sible. It will pick up distant stations on the headphones. Or operate a loud* speaker on near stations. Include* Till mf quality g ywibol headphones and two Radiotron* WD-1L Let us demonstrate J. E. VARNER ELECTRIC CO. PHONE 666 • k ' FOR SALE—House and lot lo on 305 North Twelfth Ktreflt. J. P. Burton at Spalding Knit Mills. — BOYS’ Pants, never wear out. Worth $2.50, at $1.49. Stewart**, 118 West Broad. WANTED: Clean cottas cloth* or rags. Must be clean and clear of buttons. Truer-JoWnHOa Co. Stenographer with good refer ences desires position. Write “A" care Daily News. WANTED immediately, exp* rienced stenographer, Aeeuracy and speed necessary. Familiarity with general office work essential. Apply at once to Box 412, Grif fin. WANTED to rent: Two unfur nished rooms close in. Call 607-J. IMPORTANT: Wanted, all mib scribers to Atlanta Constitatioa call Blue Goose Cafe, phone 910, when your paper fails to com* promptly. — WANTED: Cow peas, O-too-ta* and Laredo Beans. H. V. Kdtt Company. LANGFORD TAXI SERVICE— day and night. Phone 839. U. S. ARMY bl»pkets, new. Stewart’s, 118 West Broad. BUICK Value* 100% 1924—Ford Coupe. Like new. 1921—Essex Coupe. ' 1920—Overland 490 Touring. 1918—Dodge Touring. 1920—Willeys Six, 7-passengee, Touring. 1918—Buick Six, 5-passenger. Touring. 1920— Buick Six, Touring. Buick 1921— 8ix, 5-passenger, Sedan. 1922— Buick Six, 5-passenger, Touring. . Greatly reduced prices for quick sale. TERMS IF DESIRED SLATON MOTOR CO. BUICK DEALER 109 East Solomon St. Phone 689