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Monday, December 15, 1924. ft- W I JT*f 4 T% T Kg 1 V W «■» up am m « ^a m W ■ Va ■ W 1%I %gF M ■ m Vdr *- a Wi^ JLdf ■" IfJ X wl ,.,,111 m, ^ 32 ugo Wam^m B _ Mjfkjf A I B4 lA i\\L WW ■ ■ I L Ja«B w w •• 4 7 Kathleen h i t i / Norris N ni Illustrations bp Irwin M.t|srs 1 * iJi w 1 v* / ,1 h ?/r f ■u 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 * V T | 4 V '' _ / 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.” * . “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 /, M f \I cl 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.” * * * • 1 , • t When Beryl had finished, she rose from the piano and faced him. 1 5 kr I — 4 ’ p 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? T ► 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.) T S. G. BAILEY 114 E. Solomon St. Real Estate and Insurance Get in touch with me 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. -.......T. B. NUTT, CoRectof 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 ..... .... ..... . ..... ...... WANT COl - 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.\ - 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. -- 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.