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you? father relationship with this lady,
your strikes you, and you
threaten to kill him. You leave the
house in anger, and—I beg your
pardon?”
“I say that, what I said could not
be construed into a threat to kill
him,” Gibbs protested.
“You mean that yor phrased It,
TU kill you If you say that again’?"
“Yes, I—I don’t think that is
quite the same thing. One might
he a threat, Mr. Ryan, and the other
more of a—well, more of a boast,
or of a—a silencer that should
prove effective,” George Interposed
mildly.
“I see,” Ryan said dryly. “Well!”
he resumed, after a pause, “ you
leave the house In anger and on
, hours later, presum-
1 the hours of nine and
omebody familiar with
this house enters the room your fa
ther is sitting in; does not alarm
him enough to cause him to leave
his seat; goes to the table-drawer
where he keeps his pistol; takes it
out, and deliberately kills him.
Afterward throwing the pistol into
a basket seventeen feet away.
We’ve cross-questioned the maids,
but you can easily see that no ser
vant could do that witho stnnt
ly he alarming disliked th,eir him. coming More amt t^afl that,
going,
and would have questioned any one
who came in. We know that pistol
was in the drawer, because your
wife saw it there, as late as yester
day morning, in the hands of the
girl, Lizzie. Lizzie was talking
with your wife at her fire until
after ten o’clock., undresses and
goes to bed, opening the communi
cating door between the bathroom
and bedrooms—you know what they
were talking of, and why that girl
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Gibbs’ Face Was White, and His
Eyes Strained, Before the Quar
rel Had Been Lived and Relived
Again.
had nothing In her mind last night
but her own happiness! Mrs. Jos
selyn then sits on by the fire, sees
that Lizzie Is asleep, goes to bed
herself, and sleeps until you awaken
her, In what she describes as an ex
cited condition, at two o’clock.
Those facts we have. Now perhaps
you’ll tell us just where you were
last night between the hours of
eleven minutes past six and two
o’clock.”
‘‘I’ll tell you as well as I can,”
Gibbs said simply. ”1 went first to
the club where I sat in the little
smoking room for a long time
more than an hour. Gettllng, the
steward there, came and touched
me on the arm, and said that It was
? to ea dine.” I ? S'phV o’clocfc and asked me
“Yon had had nothing to eat?”
“Nothing.”
“Nor to drink?”
“Yes, I had had a whisky-and
soda when I went In, and then later
another.”
u Ah! And did you drink with
your dinner? Go on, please. Just as
the events transpired. ♦»
I had two cocktails before my
dinner; I was still upset from the
talk with my father—”
“The quarrel?”
"The quarrel, yes. j didn’t eat—
much. I may have eaten some
thing, but I am not sure. I went
out—”
“What time was this?’
“Nine o’clock. I should sav. Get
tllng would remember that, because
lie followed me out to ask me some
thing about the hunt breakfast on
Thanksgiving.
“Will yon get hold of him?” Ryan
asked one of his men In an under
tone. There wns a moment’s Inter
ruption and murmuring. Then
Ryan said: “Excuse me. Will you
go on?”
“After that I started walking,
without thinking much where I was
going," Gibbs said. “It was dark,
but not very cold. I walked a long
way. and then I saw the lights of
the ’Wayside Inn.’ We’d been there
before, last summer. T went up on
the porch, and stood there, looking
In •
U Why didn’t you go straight In,
Mr. Josselyn?”
u I don’t know. I think 1 wasn’t
sure that I wanted to go in.
“You walk—what Is it—some
thing more than eight miles, In the
dark,” commented the district at
torney,- “and then you vacillate
about going In?"
“I remember thinking that I was
hungry,” Gibbs went on. “But they
were dancing In there, and I didn’t
feel much like getting Into a dance.”
(< But you did go in?
it No. I didn’t. While I
was
standing there I recognized—I rec
ognized—friends—at a little table
right near the window—”
“Friends? Who were these
friends, Mr. Josselyn?”
“That I’d rather not say, really, »»
Gibbs said, in his old autocratic
manner.
“We’ve had Lillian’s story,
Gibbs,” George said, in a low tone.
Gibbs gave him a quick, startled
look; the blood mounted to his
face.
“You saw Mrs. .Tosselyn and her
lover, eh?” said Ryan.
George saw the muscles of Gibbs’
jaw suddenly tighten.
“I object to that term,” he said
quietly.
“We needn’t mince words,” Ryan
said “Go sharply, with his eyes narrowing.
on your story. You went
Into the bar?”
“I did not go in at all,” Gibbs re
iterated.
.“But somebody saw you there?”
“Not that I know of.
“And nobody saw yon on your
way there?”
“Not that I know of.”
"You turned around, and walked
back?”
“I turned around, and walked
back.”
“Heaciiing nomO—
“Reaching home at about one
o'clock, I think. I sat by the fire
in my wife’s bedroom for awhile,
and she woke up. We had- a
short conversation, and. I told her
that 1 proposed to leave my fa
fheiAs house the next morning. Then
I went to bed.”
<« One moment, Mr. Josselyn. On
that walk back—a long walk, you
know, for a man alone In the dark,
you must have passed through sev
eral villages. Didn’t it occur to you
to stop somewhere else for food?”
- 1 don’t remember thinking of
food.” *
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“Yet you thought of food when
yon reached the ‘Wayside Inn’?”
Gibbs was silent.
How do you account for the
fact that you did that?”
“I changed my mind, I suppose."
“Exactly. You changed your
mind. But do you know What
caused you to change your mind?”
Again Gibbs did not speak.
“I could believe that to a man in
your excited condition the mere
sight of the woman he loved din
ing there with another man might
cause a decided change of mind.”
the district attorney said, thought
fully, making a series of hard little
marks with his pencil on the blot
ter before him, and finally raising
Ms head to look Gibbs straight In
the eyes. ,r Bnt I wish, for your own
sake, Mr. Josselyn, that you could
find some one to confirm this rather
extraordinary story. Eight miles,”
he added, musingly: “well, a man.ln
condition might walk that far, and
decide not to eat anything, nnd
walk back—I used to walk once
myself, a good deal. But—” He
pursed his lips and elevated his
eyebrows with the shadow of ia
shrug. “One more thing.” he asked,
in a dead silence. “Yon did not tell
your wife last night what you had
seen?” \
“That I had seen my father’s
wife dinlng-wlth Pepper? No. »»
“Why didn’t you tell her, Mr.
Josselyn?
Why—it did not occur to me to
do so. I never have discussed the
matter with her."
“Tell me Just what /on mean by
‘the matter’?’
“The—the—anything that_ con
cerned my stepmother, I suppose.”
“You quarrel with your father,
threaten to kill him. leave his
house, over this very man, and then
do not consider this fresh evidence
of Mrs. Thomas Josselyn’s rela
tionship with Pepper of sufficient
importance to tell yonr wife?
Didn't It occur to you that here was
an absolute refutation of your fa
ther’s suspicions; suspicions that
you knew were shared by yonr
wife?’
41 No, I don’t remember thinking
that,” GlbbB asserted doggedly.
"You didn’t say to yourself: 'Here
Is an excuse for me—and more than
an excuse? You didn’t say 'my
dear, to show you how Innocent I
am In this whole affair, Lillian—
or whatever you call her—and Pep
per were dining together this very
evening! » t»
44 I have told you that I did not
mention It to my wife,” Gibbs an
swered.
“I should like to call your at
tention to the fact that Mr. Josse
lyn was unwilling to bring his step
mother's name Into this discussion
a faw minutes ago," George said
quietly. “That would seem to me
to Indicate that these had been no
prearrangement between them.”
Exactly," Ryan said, with a
•harp leok. "Thank you—I think
that Is all. Oh, one moment. W|jjp
yon came home from this walk, you
approached the houaa bv the rear
road, crossed tne fleid of tbe ad
Joining property, entered the gate
on the tennis court, nnd so came
around the west face of the house,
to the front door?”
“Yes, sir,
“So that, by a really circuitous
route, you did not pass the lighted
study window?” ■*
-Accidentally, I did Just that. »»
, “Accidentally, of course. Thank
you, Mr. Josselyn.''
Again there was the little stir of
men changing positions. Gibbs and
George went to the desk.
?‘I will make It my business to
look up those matters you called to
my attention, Mr. Kyan,” George
said, in a bps iness-llke tone. “I’ll
see Mr. Jossetyn’s man of business
—find out If there was anything ir
regular, any dispute there. There
was one point I would like to make
before we end this investigation:
It Is possible that Mr. .Tosselyn fell
asleep in his chair, and was shot
In that state?”
The district attorney nodded
thoughtfully. He had scored stead
ily, throughout the long day, but he
was rasped by the conviction that
Gibbs despised him.
<« I Will speak to be Corrigan about
It. That would an Important
point, of course, n He glanced at
the coroner, who had risen, and
was standing beside him.
“Doctor Cutter spoke of that,”
the man said, But It Is lmpossl
ble. head When we found the body the
was sunk forward, exactly
like a man asleep. But the bullet
could not have entered the body as
it did enter it while it was In that
position. Mr. Josselyn was sitting
erect when the shot was fired, and
his assassin must have engaged
him In conversation, holding his
own hand, with the revolver in It,
barely above the level of the table.”
“I see,” George said. He and
Ryan fell into low-toned conver
sation at one of the windows. All
over the room there was the rustle
preceding departure. A deputy, a
kind-faced man of large build,
would remain In the house; the
others would return in the morning.
CHAPTER XIV
A FTER the quiet funeral, when
the Josselyn family had run
the gauntlet of a hundred reporters
and photographers, and were back
in the “Vlllino dell’ Orto” again,
Joe came upstairs to find his sis
ter. It was two o’clock and a low
table had been drawn before the
fire and spread with tea-things.
“Come in, ■ Joe,” his sister said,
when he knocked. “And will you
have some tea?” she added, with
a shadow of her old smile. “1 know
yon didn’t have like the
rest of us."
How do you feel, dear?” he
asked, taking the offered cup.
‘'Oh—fine!” She blinked back
the too-ready tears, and controlled
the trembling of her mouth,
“T-t-tlring day! she added, un
steadily.
“Awful day. Listen, Sis," Joe’s
tone suddenly changed and became
firm, “I want to talk to yon about
something! Where’s Gibbs?, Has
he had anything to eat?
“Why, - it was for Gibbs that 1
asked them to bring this up,” Ellen
answered. But before It came
George had him called away.
There’s so much to attend to—so
many different things. Joe, did yon
hear anything more about the
Bridgeport position?”
“Well, that’s what I meant to
speak to yon about, Ellen. 1 had a
letter from this fellow Malnwar
lug, yesterday. They’ll give It to
me. In fact, they wanted me to
day; but of course I couldn’t go. I
can’t get there until tomorrow
morning.”
“You are going, then, Joe?”
“I think so.” He sighed, rubbed
his hair boyishly with his hand. “I
saw Harriet,” he added suddenly,
“and I think she’s satisfied to have
It this way. Mr. Lathrop was a
king about it, and he said that I
should stay where I am. But I got
this Job through him, you know,
and I didn’t feel comfortable keep
ing It now—when I’ve been a dis
appointment and a trouble to you
all. So I’ll go to Bridgeport.”
EllOn looked with pity at the
clouded face; Joe, seemed so young,
so much a boy to face these grave
realities.
So you go to Bridgeport?’
Yes,” he said, rousing himself
from his brooding. “And, Ellen, I
think Lizzie and I will be married,
and she’ll go with me.”
“Married!” she echoed.
when, Joe?”
“Well—” He hesitated. “Tonight,
I think."
"Tonight r so*
“I guess
But, dearest boy! Don’t you
have to have a license and things?’
“I’ve got them. Her mother and
father will be there, and Aunt El
sie. That’s all. »»
"But Joe—so quickly!” Ellen
mused. “After all, perhaps It’s the
wisest thing,” she conceded. ‘Til
try tomorrow to get someone else
for Tommy.”
“I was going to speak to you
about that. 91s. Why can’t we take
Tommy? Yon’ll have your hands
full—”
She turned deathly white, and
leaned back In her chair with
closed eyes.
“I don’t mean that! he ex
claimed quickly. “Ah, pull yourself
together, dear old girl!”
Ellen nervous, got to her feet;
she began to walk about the room,
wringing her hands and pressing
her locked fingers against her Ups
like a person in pain.
“Oh, I know what you’ve all been
waiting for—these days!” she said,
in her whisper of anguish. "Vve
seen it In George’s face—I know
why yon want to take Tommy
away from It all! I know that
Gibbs has expected it; we’ve been
together for three days now. Joe,
we’ve sat for hours, with my hand
In hla—not saying a word.
She came back to the fireplace.
Joe had risen, too, and was watch
ing her with a distressed face. She
laid her hands on his shonlders,
and looked with wild appeal Into
his eyes.
"Joe!” she faltered, almost ln
audibly, “I lie awake at night rack
ing my brains—and there’s nobody
else! They can’t find anybody
else! But, Joe, If he did do It—
If his father, In that cool, smiling
way of his—”
**T AnV horo W-llen!” Joe snld
(TO BE CONTINUED.)
cm Min NEWS
Those Christmas
Carols
By MARION R. REAGAN
ERYL SANDS stood outside
I the dingy little restaurant,
looking in at the heavily
steamed windows with the absent,
vacant stare of one whose mind
Is preoccupied with melancholy
thoughts. People walking along
tbe sidewalk crunched the fresh,
dry snow under their heels. Most
of them were talking and laughing
with the light ease of those who
feel at rights with the world. But
their gay chatter only made Beryl
more and more conscious of her
loneliness. There was not a soul
In this whole ctty she could call
her friend, not one. And as for a
lover—Beryl winced. Twenty-eight
and never a lover! Think of spend
ing all of one's life alone. “Old
Maid Sands” It would be. Oh,
how terrible life was, how unut
terably hard on girls like her. Of
course there had been Jack Boul
ton. Re had always rather liked
her; taken her home from church
parties and so on in the old day*
when they lived in AUantown. He
might have fallen in love with her
if she had encouraged him. He
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was the only man who had ever
understood her at all. Wonder
where he was now?
With slow, listless steps, Beryl
entered the little restnurant. She
chose the cleanest looking table
In the room. A qian was already
seated there. She sat down oppo
site him and began to read the
menu card.
"Beryl, by George, If It Isn’t!”
She looked Up quickly and recog
nized with amazement the large,
astonished brae eyes.
“Jack Boulton! Why, Jack, what
on earth are you doing here? 41
He laughed that half-amused,
half-cynical laugh she knew so
well.
11 I’m down on luck, Beryl
broke. I came up here to Chicago
three years ago to put across a
deal, but things didn’t go so well,
and I’ve been a little on the rough
ever since.” '
Beryl was sympathetic. “I know.
Jack, I think we’re pretty much in
the same boat, I haven’t quite
won fame and fortune here my
self." They both laughed.
Jack looked at her for a Tong
time. She dropped her eyes under
his steady gaze.
“You know, Beryl, I Tike thalt
sad look In yonr eyes. I don’t like
to think that you’ve been sad, of
course; but tbe look—it’s appeal
ing. It's the same -expression that
came Into your eyes when you used
to play those 'Christmas carols at
the church. Heavens, how you
could play them t” His face lit up
with the happy memory of it. “Do
you still play?’
• * Occasionally. The-piano at my
boarding house is a cheap me and
I hate It, but if you care to, we’ll
go down there after dinner, and
I’ll play you all those old Christ
mas songs. , You have no other en
gagement?”
“None,” he said promptly. “And
if I did I’d cancel It.”
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When Beryl had finished, she
rose from the piano and faced him.
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He was looking at her Intently,
longingly.
“You’re very fond, of music,
aren’t you. Jack?”
“Yes, when you play It I am.”
He came very close to her and
took her hands. Beryl, I was just
thinking what harmony you could
make out of my discordant life. If
you would. Could you—could you
ever—’’ he broke off. His voice
thick with surging emotion.
Yes, Jack, I could, »» and as he
held her tightly in his arms. Beryl
was exultantly happy, and felt for
the first time In her life, secure.
(©. 1924, Western New*p»p*r Union.)
Chriatmaa in Britiah lalea
Christmas was Introduced in
what are now the British Isles
under the Saxon rulers and was
continued, In the winter solstice
when the people had little to do,
by the- Anglo-Saxon kings and the
succeeding monarchs of Norman
blood. The celebrations beginning
with court festivities and graduat
ing down to the poorest families
were frequently uproarious, In
the reign of Elizabeth the Puritans
attacked the Yuletide festivities,
but the celebrations continued to
flourish until the rule of Queen
Mary. The Puritans, aided by the
conditions growing out of civil war,
finally succeeded In 1647 in abol
ishing the holiday.—George Newell
Moran.
Toy a for Small Children
A little tot from one to two un
Joys little games that can be played
with the fingers and simple toys,
such us dolls, animals and balls
made of rubber, wood, knitted or
rag materials and plain blocks.
THREE OUT OF ONE YARD
Rastus was sporting proudly a
new shirt when a friend asked:
44 Boy, how many yards does it
take for a sh^rt like that?”
Rastus replied: “Say, man, Ah
got three shirts like this outa one
yard last night. n
SLAYER OF WIFE’S
PLEAD HUY
Atlanta, Dec. 15.—Claude A.
Roark, telegrapher, who Saturday
night slew the lifelong chum of
his wife of two months in a jeal
ous frenzy, “to save her from
ruin,”, Sunday night was mute and
resigned in a police cell after a
day of weird performances, during
which he repeatedly called out for
two dead lawyers “to defend me
and get me out of this. >»
The slayer gives every inclina
tion that insanity will be his plea.
But while a brother visited him
for some time Sunday, no attor
ney has as yet been engaged in
Roark’s defense.
4 Shots in Back.
In the presence of his 19 year
old bride and more than 100 em
ployes of the Western Union Tele
graph Company operating room
here, Roark, Center Hill, Ga., Sat
urday night fired four shots into
the back of Miss Vera Moore, 20,
multiplex operator, as she sat at
her machine. She died instantly.
Had Been Chums.
Mrs. Roark told police that be
fore her marriage to Roark, she
and Miss Moore had been chums
and that during their courtship
the victim had threatened to sep.
arate them. After marriage, she
said, Miss Moore continued to en
deavor to get sher to go out on
4, parties” with her.
Incensed.
She said she told her husband
of these alleged invitations and
importunities with the result that
he became incensed at Miss‘Moore.
She told police that Roark had
warned Miss Moore to leave her
alone and that Miss Moore had re
taliated by asking her to go to a
roadhouse party last night.
She also said Mias Moore had
remarked to her husband: “I am
going to get your wife away from
you yet.” •
ONLY A RESEMBLANCE
u My boy,” said the patronizing
rnember of the club, as he handed
around the Flor de Toofas, “that’s
something like a cigar! >»
Yes,” responded one of the
tims after he had taken a puff
two, “what is it?
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► OPEN NOSTRILS! END
A COLD OR CATARRH
> How To Get Relief When Head
► and Nose are Staffed Up.
❖
County fifty! Your cold in
or catarrh disappears.
clogged nostrils Nwill open, the
passages of your head will
and you can breathe freely.
more snuffling, hawking,
discharge, dryness or
no struggling for breath at
Get a small bottle of
Cream Balm,from your
and apply a little of this
antiseptic cream in your
It penetrates through every
passage of the head, soothing
sealing the swollen or
mucous membrame, giving you
stant relief. Head colds and
tarrh yield like magic.
stay stuffed up and miserable.
lief is sure.—(Adv.)
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S. G. BAILEY
114 E. Solomon St.
Real Estate and
Insurance
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fot
CITY AND
PROPERTIES
S. G. BAILEY
Real Estate &
Phones: Office 2 Res.
THREE WAKE COUNTY BOYS
FOUND GUILTY OF ASSAULT
Waycross, Dec, 15.—A verdict
of guilty, carrying a sentence of
from 15 to 20 years in the peni
tentiary was returned by a jury
in the Ware superior court Sat
urday in the case of three Ware
county boys, Harvey and (Mark
Thompson and Charlie Ar noid,
charged with criminal assault
upon a young white girl near
Fairfax on last Sunday afternoon.
FORMER WAR SECRETARY
VISITS ATLANTA
Atlanta, Dec. 15.—Newton D.
Baker, secretary of war during
the administration of Woodrow
Wilson, arrived in Atlanta Sun
day morning from Cleveland, on a
hurried business trip and will
leave tonight for New York.
PLEASE EXCUSE US.
It was erroneously stated in
last Friday’s News that the full
market price on the day the 225
bales of cotton were burned at the
old Griffin Oil mill warehouse
would be paid as per grade on the
basis of 25 cents per pound. It
should have been 23 cents for
middling and 22 1-2 for strict low
middling.
NOTICE TO HOLDERS
OF COTTON RECEIPTS
For the information of those
by S. C. Mitchell Co., will sijy
that the cotton I had stored at
the Griffin Oil Mill is all that
got burned. All cotton weighed
prior toOctober 28 is in my
main warehouse at Walker Bros.
Oil Mill No. 2.
All parties holding receipts for
cotton weighed since October 28
to Nov. 28, inclusive, are request
ed to present,same to me for pay
ment df insurance which will be
about Thursday of this week, so
I am informed by Drake & Co.
Settlement will be made on the
basis of 23 cents per pound for
middling cotton, 22 1-2 cents for
strict low middling, etc., as per
grade.
My marks; numbers, weights
and grades have been checked
and approved by the insurance
adjuster and %8 stated, the insur
ance will be paid as soon as the
checks arrive.
S. C. MITCHELL.
STOCKHOLDERS MEETING
The annual meeting of the
stockholders of the City National
Bank will be held at 10 o’clock
a. m., Tuesday, January 13, 1925,
for the purpose of electing offi
cers and the transaction of such
other business as may properly
come before them.
J. E. DRAKE, Cashier.
STOCKHOLDERS’ MEETING
The annual meeting of the
stockholders of the Second Na
tional Bank will be held at 10
o’clock, a. Tuesday, January
13th, 1925, for the purpose of
electing officers and the transac
tion of such other business as
may properly come before them.
M. J. JANES, Cashier.
8TATE AND COUNTY
TAXES ARE DUB
Books close December 20. In
terest and cost charged after De
cember 20.
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I Railroad Schedule
V_
CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RY
Arrival and Dpearture of Passe©
ger Trains At Griffin, Ga.
The schedules are published a>
information and are not guar
anteed:
North ’ South
2:29 pm Atlanta-Savli 11:06 pm
4:30 am Atlanta-Sav’n 9:04 am
5:49 am Chgo-Cin-Jax 10:27 pm
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
l-6:20 am Chicago-Jax 8:50 pm
Chattanooga Division
From For
2:30 pm Chattanooga 9:45 am
8:15 Cedartoown 6:25 pm
SOUTHERN RAILWAY
Atlanta Points-—
5:53 pm East—West 10:02am
10:02 CT-te*s-Ft V’y 6:53 pm
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WANT
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FOR RENT: My home on Hi
Tenth street. 4 Phone No. 35,
mer Wilson.
FOR RENT: Bungalow, all
veniences. Call 143. ■ 1 ^ V
FOR RENT: Our nice large
room to couple of men. Mrs. S,
C. Mitchell, 321 South Ninth. v.\
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FOR RENT: Store building,
West Taylor Street. Apply 1
L. C. Manley. $
FOR SALE—FORD delivery
truck, first class eondtion. Good
casings, 375.00. A. R. Bailey, 315
Hammock street.—
FOR SALE: One new ifei
belt, 18 feet by 3 inches. Phone
A. J, MiRs, 327.
FOR SALE: Good sewing MM
chines, 35 and 310, beautiful an
tique walnut suite, one large _
ble top sideboard, one banjo, one
bass violin, clocks, oil and hot
blast heaters, oil and wood cook
stoves, glass ware, crockery, one i
large punch bowl, lamps. Griffin
Produce Company, Z. M. Patter
son, manager, Slaton Alley.
FOR SALE—House and lot lo
cated on 305 North Twelfth street
See J. P. Burton at Spalding Knit*
ting Mills. -
FOR SALE—Ref r 1 gerator \n
condition. Ice capacity 100
pounds. Sell cheap for cash. Mrs,
W. H. Rucker, Milner, Ga.
LOST: Brown coat style sweaV*
er with tan collar and cuff? return
to Warren Elder, 607 South HiH
street, reward.
WANTED: Cow peas, O-too-tan
and Laredo Beans. H. V. KeU
Company.
WANTED-To buy used Ford
ack, must be in good conditten
and cheap for cash. XYZ, care
of Griffin News
,
WANTED: Position as grocery
clerk. Can furnish reference. J.
L. Boyd, phone 935-W.
—
WANTED immediately,
rienced stenographer. Aec'
and speed necessary. Famil
with general office work ess*
Apply at once to Box 412,
fin.
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OUR GINNERY will be opea
until Christmas to accommodate
our customers and friends — will
also buy remnant cotton. H. S.
Bridges and C. H. Westbrook.
LODGE DIRECTORY )
WARREN LODGE
No. 20, I. 0. O. F., meet*
Monday night at 7:30 at Wi
Lodge Hall. Visiting brothers
dially invited. R. A. Peel,
tary; W. T. AUtinson. N. G.
MERIDIAN SUN LODGE
No. 26, F. k A. M. Regular
ing Tuesday, December 18, 7 p. m.
Election of officers. C. H. S’ ’
W. M.; Bill Wells, Secretary.
w. 0 . w.
Meets every, Thursday, needs 7:30 p. ■
Sovereigns, You your will camp find Cleg you
all presence. Slaton-Powell your Cloth
times at
ing Co. Come. Visiting L. sovereigns Sauley, C. wel- C.;
come. J.
C. C. Stanley, Clerk.
BEN BARROW LODGE
No. 587, F. A A. M. Regular
meetings first and third Thursday
nights in each month. Visiting
brothers invited. L. B. Guest, W.
M.; Clifford Grubbs. Secretary.
,
PYTHAGORAS CHAPTER
No. 10, R. A. M. Regular
ing second and fourth Thursdays,
7:30 p. m. Visitors Welcome. Wb.
T. Atkinson, H. P.; Bill Wells,
Secretary.
Funeral Directory ^
V
E. D. FLETCHER
Funeral Director and
Embalmer
with
Griffin Mercantile Co.
Office Phone 474 Rea. Phone 481
HAISTEN BROS.
FUNERAL DIRECTORS
AND EMBALMER8
Griffin and Senoia, Ga.
Office Phone 575. Res. Phone 68
Frank S. Pittman
Modern Funeral Home.
112 W. Taylor St
Office Phone 822 Rea. Fnone «gg
TRY HVHWS WANt ADS.