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8 Cynthia-of-the-M inute Copyright 1911 By Louis Joseph Vance (ContißuaMo* of Chapter UH ) At a little table in the middle of It. nt Rhode, brooding over a glaae half empty. As her figure darkened the door way. he looked up. saw who she was. »nj nodded heavily. Cynthia -returae the salutation with scmg oocertain ty., Het “Good morning owned a ring of dubiety. But to her relief the Red Man seemed to harbor no ill feeling toward her. Indeed, his pri mal and most grave concern resided with her employer, apparently, for his first words, spoken after he had hastily drained his glass and heaved his heavy bulk out of the chair and toward the door, were accompanied by a jerk of his thumb toward the bows. “What's she up to now?" he demand ed in a husky stage whisper. 'Reading." replied Cynthia, restrain ing an almost irresistible impulse to laugh; his reception of her was so dif ferent from her anticipations, and his -anxiety to avoid rousing madame’s at tention seemed so naif- “At least. 1 left her ao.” - . •Thank God!” said the Red Man, with unaffected earnestness. Leaning a huge shoulder wearily against the door case, he rummaged in a hip pocket, found a pink-bordered handkerchief, and mopped his face diligently. “Say.” he ob served plaintively, “she sure can raise more h—hmm! —Cain to the minute . • Has she tried to scalp you yet. he added with some show of anxiety. ••Not yet.” said Cynthia, cheerfully, “We seem to get along very welt” “Walt.” said Rhode in a sepulchral voice. “She hasn’t got your number yet. Honest, she’s a wonder She flayed me alive this morning an<T then did a monologue over my prostrate form- And I hope I may die if I done anythin* but say she ought to be grate ful to me for fcendin’ her a nice girl like you.” •> Cynthia searched his expression nar rowly; but there was not a ghost of a smile therein —merely mournful retro spection. • • - • -Tm sorry',* she said. “1 had to tell her—she knew." “I know.” he sighed. "She knows everything, and the worst of it is. gen erally she knows it first. You can t beat that woman. 1 didn't mean her no harm, sendin’ you to her —not her nor yet youffi I only asked you not to mention me "because 1 knew what d happen if you did. But what’s the use? Get in wrong with her just once and you're all tn the bad forever and ever—amen: Gee!** he exclaimed in reminiscent tor ment. M •Tm glad you’re not angry with me—’ Cynthia began, diffidently. “Who—me? Angry with you? Quit your kiddin*. 1 ain’t such a fool as she’d like you to believe; I don't blame you. I'm just sorry for you.” T don’t think you need be—” Cynthia said with some dignity. “You wait. It’s comin*. Between her and that* Belgian cat. they’ll frame up somethin’ that’s your fault, and then you’ll get yours, same's the rest of us. But take it from me. Miss Grayce, the first time you hear her crack the whip, you crawl right under the table and be a good doggie. It’s no use tryin* to make her understand. The only thing to do is to crawl, and crawl pronto. I’ve been there, and I know.” He craned his fat red neck round the corner of the deck house, cast a hasty glance forward, and as hastily dodged "Still readln’; but you can’t tell when she’ll take it into her head to come to. I’m going to beat ft while the beatin’s -eisy. It’s me for a swift exit, with a hunted expression and my ears fiappin'.” He rolled cumbrously over to the head of the ladder leading down to the main deck aft. There he turned to eye Cyn thia morosely as she stood crimson with suppressed laughter. “You mind what I sa!d.” he advised dourly. "And when you get into trou ble-well. you know me. and you know I'm yoor friend’.” With that he let himself cautiously down to the main deck and. turning, dis appeared into the superstructure. CHAPTER IX. WHO KNOWS? When at midday they went below. Cynthia in Madame Fa varan’s tow, the latter lady timing their entrance tardily enough torender it Impressive you don't know her if you can fancy ..,adame as punctual at any time save when busi ness was involved). Cynthia’s growing Impat.enee was byway of becoming ap peased; to find the majority of the ex ecutive and engineering staff of the whilom Cydonia. Crittenden of their number, already at table, afforded her the crance she had been desiring, to assort, classify and register her fellow voyagers by her personal standards. Crittenden bad beet, assigned to a. place about midway down the long table, several removes from Cynthia's chair and on the opposite side. He was talk ing interestedly to someone on his right, a quiet-mannered young fellow, whom she later came to recognize by the name of Thurlow: and for some minutes after Madame Savaran and Cyn thia were seated. Crittenden continued his conversation, apparently unaware of their presence. Then he looked up and directly at the girl, and bowed, gravely smiling a greeting in which she was un able to detect apy element of surprise. She was disappointed iaat they were too far apart to exchange more than an occasional glance. . . . He was among the first, too. to leave the table —rising with anotue. .riendly l<»ok and formal bow to her. and hurry ing off as -dough under of ur- gent aiiairs. 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For one there was. naturally fore most, the captain, calling himself Angus Lobb and claiming Nova Scotia for his birthplace; a tall, loose-jointed rogue, with a bold eye. a fixed smirk (who rather fancied himself with the ladles) and a bushy black moustache overhang ing his mouth, through which he fil tered liquid nourishment and the king’s English with equally vast and discord ant gusto. His first officer, answering to the name of Claret. Cynthia identified os the man she had noticed pacing, the bridge. She hit him off, to her satis faction, in a phrase: a man in mono tone; a soft-voiced, close-mouthed, saturnine person, apparently owning some pretensions to education, and a secret, gnawing contempt for himself, his employment, surroundings and as sociatea Opposite the captain, at the farther end of the table, sat Mr. Youngling, chief engineer, fat and easy-going, with moisture in his beaming eye. and in his breast pocket (it developed) a photo graph of his wife %nd children grouped stolidly round a plSsh sofa. Tnere were several others present, mostly men of a shadowy stamp in Cynthia’s understanding: figures with faces and functions and names: Bergen, Greenaway, Spelvin, an inevitable Smith. Murray. . . . Easily dominant (Rhode being ab sent) she found her vis-a-vis, Hippclyte Peres, a Brazilian, swart as one coula wish a buccaneer, but suave and sleek as any cat; a rather portly person, yet alert and positive in action, with a bland urbanity enhanced by a bright black eye and the hint of a cheerful smile about his mouth, where, as on cheek and jowl, the close-shaven beard added a purplish shade to the native darkness of his skin. With a graceful courtesy, not over done. an easy command of perfect Eng lish on the tip of a glib tongue, and a wide range of conversational subject matter; with his fetching and seeming imperturbable good humor and an air of leadership conceding not an inch to opposition; here. Cytnhia recognized, in this man Perez was a personality of unusual force, as formidable as that.pf Rhode—with, perhaps, an even greater capacity for mischief, his somewhat higher order of endowments considered. His status on shipboard .was unde fined—or rather, it seemed to Cynthia from the deference accorded him by everybody present, definite but un named. He was easily a leading spirit, possibly the leading spirit, but cer tainly nothing less than full partner in the enterprise. With what excuse shall transpire, Cynthia thought to detect in the man ner of all. with few exceptions (in the number of which Rhodes was not), a spirit of tacit resentment and diligent tolerance of the presence of women in their company. Perez, to be sure, was superficially too well-bred not to mask his feeling, were that hostile: while Captain Lobb was too entirely the lady's to grudge himself this ex ceptional opportunity to parade his dis astrous fascinations. Os the others, not one discovered to Cynthia's perceptions an aspect of welcome, or indeed any thing but passive endurance; as who should say. This is not woman’s busi ness; what are you doing here? It was this almost unanimous atti- I tude that first rendered the young i woman really uneasy and suspicious. To | that luncheon hour she had been con tent to question lightly and without l actual concern the true nature of the Cynthia’s mission: a reassurance as ' trifling as that of the steward Acklln's I commonplace explanation had been suf- ■ ficient to quiet her most serious appre ! hensions. With the encouragement pro vided by the extraordinary fashion in which she had become involved in the affair, her imagination, youthfully sus ceptible and romantic, had invested it all with the alluring glamour of a ven turesome lark. The fairy god-mother had waved her magic wand—and if the legendary golden chariot had turned out 1 a prosaic ocean steamship, the bewil dered Cinderella wasn’t Inclined to I caviL There are prospects less calcu lated to captivate the mind of youth . than that of a voyage over summer seas i to an unknown port. . . . She dissembled her misgivings, but not more admirably than madame—to assume the latter similarly affected, as I she probably was. But the old lady was in high feather -with herself. | Against opposition she was having her own way, and she had the additional joy residing in the knowledge that she was making life a misery for her bete rouge. It was a great day for madame; she shone accordingly, exchanging a run ning fire of amusing inconsequences with Peres, her opposite at table, and between whiles diverting herself hugely by coolly appropriating to her compla cent self al! those artful blandishments aimed past her ample besom by the gal- I lant captain, at the head of the table, to her right, for the subjugation of poor Cynthia on her left. "That man Lobb, my dear,” she con fided to Cynthia later, while they pre pared for a siesta in their staterooms— “that captain is such an infatuated ass I don’t need to fret about him. But Peres —now, there’s an accomplished scoundrel. Look out for him, child." Cynthia, anr.used, protested faintly against the sweeping nature of this apparently premature characterization, but madame calmly brushed aside ob jections. "Tut! . . . When you’ve lived as long as I have, my dear . . . ! And not only that, but what’s he doing in this galley ■ if he’s an honest man? ... A danger i ous person, Cynthia—mark my words; much more so than George' Rhode— more brains, depth, subtlety. . . .There's a soit of elemental honesty about Rhode's wickedness that I find rather fascinating; he’s so loaded with sin he's bow-legged carrying it, but he's no hypocrite. But this Perez, he’s just the kind to smile and smile and be a vil- I lain still.” “Certainly one can't say Chat of Mr. Rhode." "I should say not!’ The old lady I chuckled vindictively. "When they started to assemble George Rhode his sense of humor got lost in the shuffle along with his sense of meum et tuum. • . . Now.” she shifted abruptly, “who was that good-looking young fel low you bowed to?” Something in madame’s tone brought a soft flush to Cynthia's face as aha re plied: “Mr. Crittenden—” ! “Crittenden? What Crittenden? The Baltimore family?” "I’m sure I don’t know—” “Is he the dramatist?” "I don’t know,” Cynthia was obliged Ito confess again. “What is first name?” “I believe—Bruce Crittenden.”. ’’Then he is the dramatist.” "I realy don’t know.” , "But—it seems rather strange to me my dear.” Insisted the old woman sharp ly, “that you should know a man well enough to bow to him and yet know positively notljing about, him.” Thus challenged, Cynthia entered in THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, JULY 20. 1912. By Louis Joseph Vance Author of “7 he Brass Bowl, ” "No Man’s Land, ’’ Etc. her defense a complete confession of the manner by which she had become ac quainted with Crittenden and Rhode. Madame Savaran attending to the recital wtih the comforting expression of a hanging judge. At its conclusion she preened herself, elevated her brows, pursued her lips and sniffed disapprov ingly. . * "You’re a very unwise young woman.’ she announced severely. "That I'd prob ably have done precisely as you did, under the circumstances, has nothing to do with the case. Young women, partic ularly those, as attractive as you, ought to have more sense. I've a great mind to read you a lecture, but inasmuch as your silly impudence brought you to me. I haven't got the nerve to do it. Which proves I'm a sentimental old fool. But don't tell anybody; they’d never believe you. . . . Now run along and shut your door; I positively cannot sleep with all this hair on my head, and I’m not sure enough of your affection to let you se me without my wig. . . . There, now you know all; I’ve put myself In your power completely; you've but to breathe a word of that hideous secret to humble my poor, silly, old vanity to the dust. Besides, you’ll have found it out, soon or late. So what’s the odds? ..." * Late in the afternoon she disturbed Cynthia, who had dropped off into a seml waking in her berth, by ringing for Si donie. The girl rose and redressed at leisure, with perhaps a little extra care prompted by thoughts she refused to recognize. When at length presentable she knocked at the communicating door and was by madame’s voice bidden to enter. The retired dressmaker, in negligee, was undergoing assiduous primping at the hands of her maid. “Don’t wait for me. child.” she ad vised. “I shall be hours getting ready to appear in public; there’s no fool, you know, like—like a woman of 60, who’s as little senile as I. . . . And when this animal has done her bungling best for me. I shall put in my routine hour writing my memoirs.” Cynthia said “Memoirs?” with the normal ascending inflection. “Merely another of my foibles, my dear; it amuses me to set down in writ ing something of what I’ve learned in the world. You’ve no idea what an amazing amount of scandal percolates through a fashionable dressmaking establishment like Blessington’s.” There was a wicked twinkle in her eye as she tapped the leather-bound writing case on the nearby stand. "If that were ever to be put into print—!” She rolled her fine eyes in eloquent hor ror. “After that —;the Deluge!” “Then you don’t mean to publish—?” “What! Submit my spelling and punctuation to the public, eye? I guesS not!” She shook her old head viva ciously. “Never while I live, child. Simply for my own diversion, to recall the time when I was a real power in the land. . . . But remember —not a word of this to that red-headed rascal of a son in-law of mine. If he suspected—he'd sell his soul (if he has one) for a sight of the manuscript. He has a real talent for blackmail, that one ” • There was a look in Sidonie’s small, close-set eyes that Cynthia did not like; a little flare-up of avaricious, malicious fire, swiftly and prudently ex tinguished. “You should be very careful,” Cynthia began slowly. But Madam'Savaran’s quickness of perception was inimitable. “Don't think for an instant I trust this creature,” she interrupted instantly. “Under lock and key—that's my motto where she’s concerned. Oh, we know one another— but I know Sidonie better than she dreams." The lightning-quick flash of hateful fire from the maid’s eye signalized the entry of another mark to the debit of Cynthia in Sidonie’s black-books. Disturbed, the girl withdrew, pursued by animated compliment and admoni tio’n. “Be careful you don’t let' that oaf of a captain see you in that captivating get-up. my dear. You're far too fas cinating to be permitted at large, and I’m too old to be running after you continually. . . .” Flushed and smiling, Cynthia fled frem flatten’ only to encounter it on deck in another guise, perhaps less ful some, but certainly no less persistent. Perez was there when she emerged from the companion door. A single movement of his hand, apparently, was enough to take the cigarette from be tween his lips, flick it over the rail and remove his cap, as he caught sight of and hastened toward her. Since luncheon, when he had appeared in a sober-colored business suit, the Brazilian had changed to a costume of white flannels, white shirt of silk, and white leather shoes, in which his well proportioned and well-poised body owned a suggestion of distinction even more marked than had been noticeable at first. In view of his weight, his lithe ease of action was peculiar and striking. And neither the regularity of his features nor the rich dusk of his complexion lost any effectiveness through the change of costume. His manner was open, friendly, and frank, tinged with just the right ef fect of pleasure in their meeting. And yet, seeing him, Cynthia hesitated im perceptibly, wishing either Perez or her self elsewhere. She was certain he had pot on his best for her, of demeanor as well as of clothing, as well as that he had been waiting for her there; indeed his attitude, while deferential enough, made no denial of these facts. And the consciousness of them affected the girl unpleasantly, though she could hardly have declared in what way or why. It wasn’t that she felt active aversion for the man; she didn’t know him well eonugh to have formed a real dislike for him, nor had she been greatly in fluenced by Madame Savaran’s shrewd appraisal. But an illogical, unreason able, inexplicable quality of submerged feminine judgment sounded to her its warning, deep beneath the surface of her senses, as unmistakable as the. monitions of the submarine bell—saiyng, Here is one to be wary of. Then, too, she was influenced by dis appointment. It was not to meet Senor Perez she had hurried to the deck, not for his delectation she had taken un usual pains and pier sure in perfecting her toilet. She was quite ready to ad mit she had looked forward to seeing Crittenden; the manner in which they had been drawn into the meshes of this business made it natural enough that she should wish to meet the young man and exchange with him his experiences, doubts, surmises, and impressions. Though, to be sure, that she had dressed to make herself admirable, in his eyes— to acknowledge that were out of na ture! ... The swiftly surreptitious glance with which she comprehended the visible deck revealing neither another person nor any becoming way of escape from the Bra zilian, she resigned herself to the situ ation with the prettier grace, *perhaps, in view of the fact that she was not in the least incurious. Give a dog a bad name—and he at once becomes an object of lively interest to every normal wom an. Madame’s animadversions upon Pe rez had not robed him of any attractive ness. z "I consider myself happy indeed," the man was assuring her, after a formal good-aXi-cenpoD. ‘U jjjxd up real hope my PHILADELPHIA COUNCILMAN IS A REAL JEAN VALJEAN • (,9y Associated Press.) PHILADELPHIA, Aug. 16.—A Jean Vai jean in real life was disclosed here yesterday when William Burke, elected a city councilman on the reform ticket, resigned his seat and told how, under the name of Benjamin H. Tripp, iie Had served a Ibng terrfn in the Massachusetts prison, after a career of crime in Boston and New York. Coming to this city in after com pleting his sentence, Burke earned a liv ing as a wood carver, a trade he had learned while in jail. Taking an active interest in reform politics, he was pre vailed upon to accept the nomination to the council. Shortly after his election he was rec ognized by a fellow convict and black mailed until driven to desperation, he determined to resign and tell his own story. ■ According to Burke’s story, appearing in the Philadelphia Inquirer today over his signature, for years before he be came a convict at Boston he had led the loneliness was to be relieved so quickly— and so charmingly.” “Oh!" Cynthia’s laugh deprecated this flower of extravagance. “Just the same,” she said with sly malice, “you were con fldent it would be relieved, sooner or la ter—weren’t you?” “Well, yes,” Perez admitted: "at least, I counted on my luck standing by me. Thus it is to have been born undef a lucky star, senorita.” Cynthia arched her brows over that senorita, not wholly sure she liked it; but for the first time she let it pass. It had a flavor of familiarity she ques tioned. “You believe in your lucky star, then?” she said, turnin'- > walk aft, the man beside her. “Implicitly. I am really singularly fa vored by chance.” he asserted. “I mean. I never fail. What I set my heart on, senorita. that comes to my possession, invariably: not, perhaps, through any act of mine, but as the sun rises, but as something predestined.” “Possibly you are careful never to wish for the unattainable,” Cynthia suggested, pliant to an impulse for mischief. “Possibly,” he admitted with a serene laugh. "But if I were to. I’m confi dent the unattainable would become mine, senorita.” • His tone and his look were alike mean ingful. Cynthia stiffened. “If you don't -mind,” she said quietly, "I prefer Mis? Gracye to senorita.” "four preference is my law. Miss Grayce. . . . And yet senorita seemed appropriate to one In your position." “How—*” "Traveling with a duenna ....’’ He laughed. “On the contrary,” said Cynthia seri ously, "Madame Savaran is my employ er. I am merely her paid companion.” "Nevertheless, I maintain she is equipped with all the harness of a du enna. I'm sure the senora is a terrible dragon.” "She’s a dear,” Cynthia insisted stout ly; "I’m very fond of her and I wish you wouldn't speak of her disrespect fully.” - “I shan’t again—not having intended disrespect in the first instance. Merely to see you was sufficient to suggest the need of a duenna. Miss Grayce.” They paused by the after rail of the promenade deck, Cynthia a trifle ruffled and frowning, precisely as Perez, suavely attentive, wished her to be. "Is that impudence. Mr. Perez?” she asked with Redirect look Into his face. ’ He composed his features to a gravi ty commensurate with hers. “Not so meant,” he said soberly. “You surely can't blame me for thinking you re quire protection on this ship, this voy age.” "Why?” she demanded. “Don’t you know?" he countered in surprise—whether real or simulated she could not tell. "I am told,” she said after a mo ment. “that the Cynthia is being taken to Rio de Janeiro for delivery to an Ar gentine shipping concern that has pur chased her at second hand. Isn't It true?” Perez regarded her with amusement. "So they told you that!” said he softly, calpping his hand together on the rail. "Isn’t it true?” she insisted. “Not wholly,” he answered, still with his gentle, derisive smile. “But it is a good lie,” he added generously. “Then what is the truth?” "I’m not sure I have the right to say,” Perez replied cautiously. "Why not ask Madame Savaran?" "She doesn’t know —” "So-o!” said Perez, .again bringing his hands gently together. “She knows —has given me to under stand—that there’s something strange —outre —” “That is the right word—outre,” agreed the man gravely. “There is, in fact,” he added with an appearance of spontaneous candor, "more to this voy age than a simple transfer of the ship from North to South American hands. I should think you’d have been told. . . However, matters as they stand, I can’t say more, except, senorita — pardon. Miss Grayce—that in event of any—ah—time of stress and discom fort—l trust you will remember your obedient servant, Puppolyte Perez, tc lieve me, yo'urs to command.” From an after door in the main deck superstructure, beneath their feet, a tall young man appeared, and uncon- r Here’s the easiest, quickest money you ever Ksx-42/ heard of. 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After this, Burke says he went west with several yeggmen and in Chicago, Kansas City and Francisco in the eighties, he was the associate of desperate thieves. Upon returning to New York, he be came a gambler and then a sneak thief. Later, he went to Boston, where, after robbing many houses, he was caught and convicted. Judge Bond sentenced scious of those l above him a cigar ette drooping from his lips—strayed in leisure toward the stern. Something— a flutter of recognition, she thought it —stirred in Cynthia’s borfom; but sfle stood still and made no sign. "Then you think,” she said in a low voice, “that matters may become so so complicated that the women on board might need protection?” “I trust it won’t he as serious os that," returned the man at her side; "but if .anything so deplorable should come about, I'd be glad to know you depended on me.” Cynthia straightened up and stood back from the rail. "I presume I should thank yon, said she, with her most bewildering smile. “To have you remember my offer in time of need, will be my thanks.” said Perez, making her a little, semi-grave bow. “I’ll try not to forget,” she assured him lightly. "But I’m half convinced you incline to exaggerate. However,” sne added, moving off toward the com panion ladder., with a little nod Indi cating the one she named—“however, there’s Mr. Crittenden, and I’m going to ask him what he thinks.” Momentarily surprised out of his as surance and discomfited to be deserted in so cavalier a fashion, the Brazilian stared and stammered blankly as the girl began to descend. “You know Mr.- ah- Crittenden-?” Cynthia showed him over her shoulder her most provoking smile. “Oh, yes; we were old friends—once.” And lert the man to fret his wits over the reading of that riddle. In deed, lacking both her apology for the abrupt dismissal and excuse to ac company her,’ to wonder was all the Brazilian could do about it. After that initial flash of chagrin, how ever, if Perez felt resentment, he failed to show it. A curious smile lurked 'be neath the soft, plump, brown fingers that caressed his purple-shaded mouth and chin, while he lingered watching the slim, white-clad figure move along the after deck, picking a gingerly way be tween coils of tarry cable and greasy cargo winches, presently to join the shabbily-dressed idler abaft the deck house sheltering the auxiliary steering engine. ’ / “Old friends, once—eh? • . A dis rupted romance, yes? . . Petez conjectured, keenly attentive to the man ner of their meeting. But that told him nothing. He saw Crittenden lounging over the rail, his pose abstracted, wholly unaware of the approach of Cynthia; and then he saw him swing round with a start. Even at that distance the animation of both at meeting was discernible, and the cheerful friendliness of their handclasp was not to be disputed. But it was a brief and quite unloverlike formality; and their subsequent attitude one toward the other furnished no further clew to the tnigma—at least to the unimaginative eye and inind. Cynthia with back to the lail and elbows resting on it. trim white shoes near together as she braced her body against the slow rolling of the boat, white linen skirt whipping in the breeze, hair of gold burning in the evening light" like a frame for the brilliant miniature of her bright young face: Crittenden at a little distance, standing without sup port. his dark, lean, thoughtful counten ance bended attentively over her; this did not convey any impression of a Te union of disparted sweethearts. “Or a romance in the making, eh? said Perez softly. "Queen sabe?" (Continued in Next Issue.) JOHN M. SLATON FOR GOVERNOR The response to Mr. Slaton’s How Your Bal of Should Ce Marked . WHY T candidacy is the most remark- Because Slaton is a pure, able known to the recent politi- C AI R a | I OT! & cal annals of the State. WMUAL DALW / Because his platform is to the; I ... __ T j noint and deals with real is- All the leadine farmers are JWHITE DEMOCRATIC STATS PRI-I 1 All rne leaumg laruivia a x MARY, AUGUST ax, 191a. > sues. for him. I (y oter should erase names of all candi-) „ Instance’ Tip stands for / dates for whom he does not J * or instance. lie SIcUOS ivr. Less than a dozen newspapers I ~ desire to vote). / the preservation of the Western 1 out of about 250 in the State ) ' \ & Atlantic Railroad as property, are opposing him. / \ of the State. ■ Scarcely a man who knows \ J He wants a permanent regie- • ' L (Vote for one) tration law, so that a lot of use-, him personally will \ote less bother about against him. Ask 1 \em and see. p e SuraandStdkeTw3--THEFIRST 1W0! may be avoided. Practically every member of Two years ago many persons He stands for the strict regu- Jost their vote for Governor by the present Legislature, except- failing to strike two names from lation of public service corpora- ing his opponents and a few of the ballot. tions. their very close friends, is an The above is a picture of that He is for protection of thej * part the ballot to be used on State’s credit. ardent Slaton man. next Wednesday, containing the . x . names of the candidates for Gover- He is a competent business! is nomina ion seems as n or. They are in alphabetical or- man, and is well fitted by en sured, but his friends want him der. Therefore, Mr. Slaton’s is per j ence an d ability to handle' to get a big popular vote. So t! ’| I ‘ h, g r £ t “7frie n d s \hoStake the wci « ht 5’ busine “ | don’t take his election for carp to strike two THE FIRST that will confront the next ad- granted and remain away from TWO—as indicated in the above ministration —problems like the L. « • cut. re-leasing of the Western & At- (NOTE—The above is only a lantic road, the rehabilitation AND ALL SHOULD BE picture and is given solely to of the State - 8 flnancea and the i warn voters against the error that •CAREFUL TO VOTE FOR cost many their votes two years refunding of three million and •SLATON. ago.) a half dollars’ worth of bonds. • ■ liu HL 1. ,jj mg—. I—L J Ull XL, > UI'KJ I-W I ■ HIUIII, Ml . jhuijl I m li U1 r-1 MH rim r i ULL _ -I. -1— -. J. UIIIUT'J ’ % & h 51 ’ 4 i si 53 a a m wk ED Om Ei wn® E Efl □ RS Em I wwb- TIKI EfligKßlKEMilalWWi BWFBr L _y-W ii"i iiilirtffinlii rtrill»fri r 4WtrWirnHrwliM‘iiiMrff GEORGIA MINT BEDS AROUSE WIDE INTEREST Mint culture In north Georgia is a thing of interest throughout the land, since an account was published of how verdant beds are growing in every gar den m Gilmer county. E. J. Tull, who referred to the mint beds incidentally while describing an ap ple tree of wondrous fruitage, is getting letters from far and wide. Not much is said about the apples, "but everyone wants to know about the mint beds of Gilmer. •' ■ - him on December 16, 1896, to not less than seven years. Upon his release he settled in the northeastern section of this city, where he worked at his newly learned trade and sfived enough money to buy a little cigar store. He married and has one child. Burke insists he has done nothing wrong since the gates of Charlestown prison swung open for him and he stepped into the world a free man. JUDGE GEO. HILLYER FOR RAILROAD COMMISSIONER Hillyer Served the Peop'.e and Never Betrayed a Trust The people of Georgia are fortunate in having the opportunity to re-elect as a member of their state railroad commis sion a man of such seasoned ability and sterling character as Judge George Hill yer. It was Judge Hillyer’s persona] wish to resume private life at the ex piration of his present term, in order that he might spend upon his individual interests a measure of the care and en ergy he has devoted to his public trust There were the call of study and fire side and human relationships and the natural desire, felt, perhaps, by every man who has toiled steadily in public affairs, to crown “a liffc of labor with an age of ease.” But when his intention of retirement became known letters and personal apneals from citizens in every part of the state filled his mail, urging that he stand for re-election. A thou sand or more of such communications have reached him. They are from men familiar with his work and who gauge accordingly his value to the state. It was this widespread and earnest insist ence that finally persuaded him to be come a candidate to succeed himself In the office of railroad commissioner. These are the circumstances in which hia name will appear on the ballots of the Democratic primary. August the Zlst. And since he is in the race, his friends who are responsible for his be ing there are-determined that he shall win by even a larger majority than the people accorded him four years ago. It is they who are issuing this statement of his record, without his request or suggestion. Certain it is that no man whose rec ord. is less clear or whose character Is less assured than are Judge Hillyer’s should Tie permitted to succeed him in this vitally responsible office. There is, perhaps, no post of public duty In the state that carries with it such large moral and business responsibilities as those of the railroad commission. There is nothing outwardly showy to this of fice;- its labors are those of the work shop, where quiet skill and patience and insight and, above all, trustworthiness, are required. But it bears directly upon the commerce and industry of the en tire commonwealth and, indirectly at least, upon the welfare of every citizen and every home. Have you ever considered the prov ince of your state railroad commission and reflected upon its doings mean to you. as a merchant, a manufacturer, a commercial traveler, an investor, a farmer, a workingman, or as a citizen in any business pursuit? The members of this commission have jurisdiction over all the railroads, the street rail ways. the telegraph and telephone com panies, the electric light and gas compa nies. and over all other public service cor porations within the state. These Insti tutions touch present day life at a thou sand vital points. Upon them the mer chant depends for the shipment of his goods, and the prices he must charge the consumers are, in no small measure, determined by the rates they exact. Upon them the general public depends for its travel and also for its business and social communication. Scores of cities and hundreds of thousands of peo ple depend upon these public service companies for their light and partly, at least, for their fuel. They are the ar teries of trade. If they are conducted justly, they are blessings to everyone; but, if unjustly, there is scarcely a shop keeper or a household within the bor ders of the state that will not suffer somehow as a consequence. It is because Judge George Hill- MME 11. 5. MM 15 MDEREO TO THE MEi Three More Troops Ordered to* Join the Five Stationed at Fort Bliss (By Associated Press.) SAN ANTONIO, Tex., Aug. 16.—The, third squadron of the Third United 1 States cstValry, consisting of Troops I, K and M, has been ordered by Colonel Steever to report at Fort Bliss with thirty days’ rations for border servxee at once. Preparations are being mafia' to entrain these troops today. This will make eight troops of the Third! cavalry on duty at Fort Bliss. yer for six fruitful years as rail-, road commissioner has maintained, even justice between the public! and the public service corpora tions that he should be retained fop. this high duty. Not once in all that time has there been a breath or shadow: of suspicion upon any of his doings. He has walked diligently the straight path which his oath of office pointed out. He! has not dealt in questionable transac tions nor, in any particular, used bls' public office as a means of private gain. It is unnecessary at this juncture) to draw odious comparisons. Suffice it to say that the people of Georgia know the history of the railroad commission! and of railroad commissioners for taa past six years. There are certain chap-' ters of- that history which are with keen regret. It is unfortunate that a too vaulting ambition or a too dead-, ened sense of propriety has again' shaken those blotted pages in the pub lie’s face. But the people know the 1 record. They can draw their own com parisons, and, if anything were needed' to heighten the brightness of Judge Hillyer’s record as a stanch friend of| the public Interests, this contrast would be enough. It has been stated in certain quar-i ters that Judge Hillyer on one occasion! favored a reduction of certain railroad! rates because this reduction would give; Atlanta particular advantage over the] rest of the state. This is directly the! reverse of the truth and of the official record in the case. Commissioner Hill yer voted specifically that the lower! rates should apply to each and every one of the towns and cities of Georgia.) The words of his own written opinion, filed as a cart of the record in this case, completely prove the baselessness of his opponents* charge: "I will only add,” he wrote, “that this is a matter in which, as the petitioners themselves say, by no means affects Atlanta and Savan nah only. It concerns the whole state. Men made the railroads, but God made the ocean and the people, and they should nave the benefit of living near it WHAT EVER REDUCTION OR OR DER WE MAKE, OR IS EVER MADE ON THE SlTfe- JECT, SHOULD HAVE ITS BEN- ’ EFITS SPREAD OUT AND MADO TO APPLY EVERYWHERE AND TO THE WHOLE STATE: I WOULD NEVER SANCTION ANY PROVISION OR ORDER WHICH DOES NOT DO SO; but whatever is done should be moderate, con servative and just” Go over Judge Hillyer’s record as a railroad commissioner from the hour he assumed his duties down to the preser.-, and you will find it an unswerving wit- 1 ness to his iron honesty, his tireless energy, his sound and practical judgment —a living witness to how closely he, has kept his faith with the people and; how well he has served his state. T<> this record may be added that of his good soldiership in the army of the Confederacy, of his devotion to the cause of education and his church, his work for the upbuilding of his city and his state, not as a holder of office, but as' a citizen realizing the true meaning of' citizenship. This is the Georgian who has been put forward by those who know him best for another term in his present office of railroad commissioner. What he has done he will continue to do. The people cannot serve their Interests more surely' than by re-electing Judge George Hill yer. |
