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Cynthia-of-the-M inute
Copyright 1911 By Louis Joseph loanee
(Continuation of Chapter X.)
Systematically dividing up her day
to permit of the prosecution of her sev
eral interests. Madame Savaran dili
gently browsed through six volumes of
modern French literature, complacently
declared them one and all "disgusting”
and threw them overboard lest they fall
into Cynthia's hands; bickered with and
badgered Rhode until that unhappy per
son glowed incandescent with the fury
he lacked vocabulary to express; hec
tored and bullyragged Sidonie until the
wonder was, not that the maid remained
in madame’s service, but that she did
not do her a mortal injury in her sleep;
made a great deal too much of Cynthia;
added to her "memoirs" to the tune of
aly chuckles of secret enjoyment; caused
Crittenden to be presented to her. and
amiably put him through a severe ex
amination as to his history, lineage,
health, material welfare and religious
convictions; and ingeniously invented a
number of annoying occupations to All
in momenta when spare time hung
heavy upon her bands.
Cynthia, with the freedom of the ship
at her disposal, informed herself gen
erally as to its construction and me
chanics. in the process thereof becom
ing interested in the wireless station
presided over by the close-mouthed
young Mr. Thurlow, who was believed
by Crittenden to possess rather more of
the clew to the mystery of their expe
dition than anybody else save Rhode
and Perez. He was, however, exasper
atingly praiseworthy for his reticence
on that subject, if almost too willing to
talk on all others imaginable.
In this connection it was remarked
that the operator neglected his station
altogether the first day .out; spent some
little time "tuning up” on the second,
and on the third stuck close to the lit
tle house on the main deck, forward,
where the paraphernalia was installed,
making the hours noisy with the snap
ping and thundering of the spark.
From this Crittenden inferred the near
approach of a climax.
The weather held fine, hot and sensi
bly more hot as the Cynthia shouldered
on into the south. A moderate south
westerly breeze freshened slightly the
third day out, but not enough to raise
an uncomfortable sea, and during the
third night died down completely, leav
ing the waters oily calm on the morn
ing of the fourth day.
Shortly after noon of Saturday,
August the ISth. Crittenden pointed out
to Cynthia a low-lying island far to
port, seeming a mere strip of sand
shining in the sun glare like a reef of
gold in a sea of ultramarine velvet. He
designated it Watling’s Island, other
wise San Salvador, reputed first land
ing place of Columbua
Late in the evening, similarly fea
tureless and even more indistinct. For
tune Island was passed, likewise to
port, the Cynthia standing through
Crooked Passage. Long Island on the
starboard invisible in the subtropical
gleateing.
Because of the beat, which .with the
lack of any wind to move the stag
nant air within the superstructure,
made the of trying to sleep In
a cabin all out insupportable, Cynthia
remained on deck that night something
later than usual, Madame Savaran re
luctantly leaving her about half after
ten.
The night was still and bright, the
sea like a polished plate of ebony mir
roring the unutterable magnificence of
the overarching, sear-embossed vault.
Aside from the Intermittent noise of
footseps on the bridge, tbe half-hourly
tolling of the ship's bell, and the
unending rosonant rumble of the en
gines. tbe steamer was very quiet. Only
at long intervals would its peace be
shattered by the stinging whiplash
crack and subsequent sputter of the
wireless apparatus
Following a particulate, prolonged
and vehement outbreak of that racket,
Crittenden appeared from the rear of
the promenade deck, in conversation
with some one Cynthia failed to iden
tify because of the darkness. Appar
ently they were coming from the smok
ing room, where the adventurers were
in the habit of gathering together night
ly for drinks, discussion, and cards. At
tbe entrance of the main companionway
they separated. Crittenden stopping by
tbe rail while the other turned in with
a growled "G’d-ntght,” which Cynthia
recognized as Rhode’s voice.
"Miss Grajce— Y’ he asked in a low
voice.
"It was so hot; I couldn’t bear the
idea of going in.” said the girl. “Won’t
you sit down?”
tJritteuden dropped into the chair
Madame Savaran had left vacant by
Cynthia's side, and for whittle time sat
without speaking.
, She thought nothing of this. Four
days on shipboard are not too few for
an acquaintanceship to progress far
enough to permit of the long silences
of mutual understanding. But insen
sibly she became aware that the man
was in a frame of mind radically dif
ferent from that which she had come
to know the best. Something had
happened to agitate him. to worry hun
beyond the normal. She did not kno’v
bow she knew this, but know it she
did with unqualified certainty.
Dusturbed, she moved uneasily in her
chair and turned toward him; but a
synchronous burst of sending from the
wireless station made speech in any
thing like a guarded tone an impossi
bility.
For several minutes the stuttering,
sour wheeze, punctuaated by heavy
detonations. continued with bar,*ly
perceptible interruptions. Cynthia could
see Crittenden holding his head to ote
side, attentively, as though listening;
and when the noise at length was si
lenced he sat up with a short laugh.
"Well, thank heaven, that’s over for
tonight!” he said.
"How do you know?”
“I heard him pound out ’Good night,’
explained Crittenden. "I picked up a
fair working knowledge of telegrauh
ese when I was a reporter, and learned
to read Morse by ear. Up to that sig
nal to shut off Thurlow was sending
code, and of course 1 couldn’t make
that out.” * .
"I didn't know you had ever been a
newspaper man. .... ”
"Oh yes.” said *srittenden. indiffer
ently.
He raked a match beneath the arm
of his chair and applied the flame to
tbe tip of a cigarette- In the small
glare of ruddy light Cynthia saw hia
face quite clearly for an Instant, aud
from Its expression saw she had n«-t
been led astray by instinct.
.“There's something wrong." she naid
cautiously. “What is It?”
"How did you know?' he parried,
surprised.
"Tour manner. You're excited and
fretting. Can’t you tell me?”
“I don’t know.” he returned slowiv.
•I didn’t mean to, tonight. There’s r.o
special reason why you shouldn't know,
but I intended to keep it till morning
and let you have a night's unworried
rest.”
He fell silent again and continued so
until Cynthia reopened the subject
something which she did without great
delay.
'That was the Red Man with you,
wasn’t It?”
"Yes.”
“He's been talking to you about this
business ?"
Again Crittenden replied in the affirm
ative. "He put it all before me—l be
lieve, fully. We’ve been confabulating
over an hour, I gueas.”
"And—?”
"And—well, it’s not a nice job,” ad
mitted Crittenden uncomfortably. “I
wish you were well out of it.’’
•' •‘Worse than you anticipated?”
"No; better, if anything. I mean, 1
don’t think you'll be in personal danger
of any sort. But if things don’t work
out precisely according to Hoyle, every
body's going to get into serius trouble.
It’s a penitentiary offense. If were
caught and 1 am not mistaken about
the law.”
He would have continued but for two
interruptions that postponed his revel
ation indefinitely. The first was the
slow, deep, mellow sounding ot bells,
telling the hour of half-past eleven. The
|second was the sudden reappearance of
Rhode, who tumbled out on deck with a
show of haste and agitation extraordi
nary in him.
"Crittenden—that you?” he called,
catching sight of the young man, whose
chair was nearest the companionway en
trance. "Look here, I want—’’ He broke
off sharply, bending forwaru to stare
through the darkness. "Who’s that with
you?” .
"Miss Grayce,” said Crittenden, rising.
"Uh!” the Red Man grunted. "Well —
g’d-evenlng, Miss Grayce—perhaps it’s a
good thing you're here. I gotta have a
talk with the Madum, and I stand no
stiow on earth of getting away with
that, without the whole ship knowing
it, unless you can clear the way. D*
you mind trottiQg below and askin’ her if
she'll give me a quiet hearing? Tell
her it's important. It is. It's damn’ im
portant—beg pardon—it's pretty near a
matter of life and death.”
Cynthia was already oOt of her chair.
Rhode's manner no less than his words
impressed one with the conviction that
he made his request in no trifling
humor.
“Certainly.” she said quickly. "I’ll
go to her at once. If you’ll come in
five minutes—”
“We’ll be with you in two,” inter
rupted Rhode brusquely.
Alarmed, Cynthia hurried to her state
room. the two men following at a little
distance.
Entering and closing the door, the girl
switched on the electric light. The door
to madame's cabin was open, a dark
oblong against the white-painted wood
work, and simultaneously with the
flood of light there came from the
farther room Madame Savaran’s clear,
incisive accents, in expostulation.
“My dear child, do you really need
that light? It makes everything seem
so hot!”
Before answering, Cynthia entered
the other stateroom and shut the door
to the alleyway, which, for the sake of
ventilation, had been hooked back
against the partition. Then, while
Madame Savaran- was gathering togeth
er her powers of profane remonstrance,
in a hurried whisper made the neces
sary explanations.
Her answer was instant, positive and
not unanticipated.
"Certainly not! At this hour of the
night! My dear, you must be as mad
as he! Absurd!"
Cynthia had to exert ajl her talents
for persuasion, exhaustively and with
out stint, before she succeeded in over
coming the old lady's stubbornness and
educed a grudged consent
"Very well, my dear, if you insist.
. . . I wouldn't mind if it wasn't for
that damned wig. . . . Go In your room
and wait—l’ll turn on the light my
self. . . . I’m surely degenerating into
second childhood when I let a chit like
you make me do what I don't want to."
Her grumbling would have seemed
laughable had not Cynthia's mind been
thoroughly imbued with the notion that
the Red Man was not discovering such
temerity without ample warrant
She waited, in a torment of anxiety,
listening to the hushed rumble of
Rhode’s voice as he conferred witn
Crittenden in the alleyway—a sound
so unnaturally subdued that in itself
it gave rise to affrighting conjectures
—until the connecting door was opened
and Madam Savaran, in her own time,
consented to show herself in dressing
gown and with her wig set jauntily at
just the most striking angle imagin
able. Out of sheer compassion Cynthia
insisted on adjusting it properly before
she opened to the impatient men.
Rhode's appearance, when the light
discovered hirn. fully carried out the
gravest misgivings. For once Cynthia
saw him when he was not wholly the
Red Man, with a touch of pallor un
derlying his sanguine skin, so pro
nounced that he seemed almost ghast
ly by comparison with his familiar
habit. Perspiration was dripping from
his checks and forehead and his stony
eyes were darker than their wont—or
seemed to be—and glittering. Between
passion and perturbation he was trem
bling.
To see the man so shocked out of
his customary phlegm was in itself
startling. Or so thought Cynthia. To
Madame Savaran, however, the vision
had only the effect of causing her lips
to curl slightly at the corners.
"Well?" she demanded grimly. "Now
you've got me out of bed witn your
foolishness, get off your chest, please,
and go away. If you’ve waked me up
for nonsense I warn you. George—!■'
"Ah. bite that off!” Rhodes inter
rupted impatiently. "I ain't here to
hand you your daily fracas. This is
business, and I gotta know the truth,
and I gotta know it now—if you don't
want to wake up In the mornin’ with
your foolish throat cut. Now. lis'n to
me,” he pursued rapidly, giving his
mother-in-law no chance to break in:
“that bonehead maid of yours, Sidonie,
has been talking to the men—l guess
it started with Lobb. but. it's all over
the ship now—and if it’s true there's
going to be hell to pay, or I miss my
guess. I just found it out. and—•”
"What on earth are you raving about.
George Rhode?” snapped madarne sav
agely. "Will you be coherent or do
you want me to turn you out of this
stateroom?”
None the less Cynthia could see that
Rhode's agitation had impressed the old
lady.
"You turn me out now, and the
chanoes are you'll be sore on yourelf
the rest of your born days.” replied the
man sulkily. “I wanta know If it’s
true, what that idiot that you
were fool enough to bring that jewel
case with you. Don't tell me it's so!"
"And what if it is?" demanded
madarne coolly, though she was visibly
more pale.
"Is it?" Rhode insisted.
"Certainly. Why not?”
Incredulity set its seal on the face
of the adventurer for a long moment
Then he thrust his hands helplessly
into his trousers pockets and regard
ed Madame Savaran with the look of
one despairing of her sanity. Pity w-as
written there, and confusion and dis
gust. large for all to read.
“Honest,” he said slowly, "believe me,
sometimes you don't seem even human.
I usta think you had a lot of sense
tucked away under that war bonnet, but
I guess it’s gone ossified with age. now,
all right. Say. what'd you think of me
if I brought a cartload of real jewel’ry
into the midst of a bunch like this we
got aboard, and then turned a walkin'
handbill like that Sidonie loose to
spread the news? You've just about
gummed things up good and plenty,
that’s what you've done. If they get it
fixed In their heads that that trunk's
worth stealing they won't think no more
of takin' it away from you'n they
THE ATLANTA SEMI-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., TUESDAY, AUGUST 27, 1912.
By Louis Joseph Vance
Author of " I he Brass Bowl,
“NoMan's Land,” Etc.
would of swipin’ candy offn a sick kid."
CHAPTER XI.
PUNIC FAITH.
By no means least singular among
the many unique phases in the tem
peramental repertory of Madame Savar
an was a bewildering amenability to
reason, which she was liable to exhibit
at the least expected times, though al
ways opportunely to her best interests.
In this instance when all present
looked to see Rhode excoriated and
blasted by the wrath his insolence in
vited, she chose to blink the affront and
take account only of whatever justifi
cation he might have for his attitude.
"If,” said she calmly, when he had
finished his harangue—“lf you’ll stop
play acting. George Rhode, and try to
conduct yourself like a rational being
for a few moments, we’ll consider what
you tell me. I’m not at all sure you
haven't got some justice on your side.
Let's grant it, without any more bicker
ing, that I was a fool to bring my
jewels aboard, though I never go any
where without them, as every one
knows, and then let us try to find the
best way out of a bad fix. To begin
with, tell me just what you’re afraid
of.” *
Rhode rested his huge body limply
against the partition and stared with
protruding eye, his jaw dropping.
"If you don’t beat the Dutch . . .!”
said he in a stunned tone.
"Oh,” retorted madarne with a toss
of her handsome head and a bodeful
flash of eyes, “don’t deceive yourself;
I’ve an excellent memory; I sha’n’t for
get your impertinence.” Here the Red
Man goaned so soulfully that even the
set. disapproving lips of his mother-in
law w’ere seen to twitch. "But I want
to know what you’re scared of, and
you’re simply wasting time, not answer
ing me—if there is anything to be
alarmed about. You don’t really mean
to tell me you think your fellow black
guaids would attempt to rob me? Not
seriously, George?”
“Maybe I don’t,” returned the man
with sullen irony. “Maybe you know
best. But I think I do. As far as
that ik. I ain't got any doubt about
It, if they make up their minds the
job’s worth while. That is, the most
of ’em. There’s some I can trust a
little. Crittenden, here—him and me are
about the only square men aboard the
boat —”
"You’re embarrassing him terribly,”
interposed madarne.
"And Youngling’s all right when he's
sober,” Rhode continued with a dogged
shake of his head; "but you can’t depend
on him. And that little steward. Ack
lin—he acts like he’s on the level; it
was him told me about this thing bein'
the talk of the ship.”
"No one else you can trust?” Critten
den suggested. "Bergen, Griscom,
Greenaway—”
"Nah,” snarled Rhode in disgust.
“They’d be for me in any ordinary
show down, but I couldn’t count on ’em
if Perez was to offer ’em a bit more for
themselves than they’d been lookin’ to
get—like a fat share in this jewel loot.”
“Surely Senor Perez —?” protested
Madame Savaran in a shocked voice.
“G’wan,” said Rhode wearily. “You’re
losing your grip if you’ve been lettin’
him come the soft soap game with you.
Why, he wouldn’t think anything of
dumpin’ us all into the drink if he
thought he saw a chance to get away
with the bulk of the graft. He’s all
there with the glad class, and every
thing like that, but show him a dollar
and he’ll suck eggs and hide the shells.’’
This being apparently the nadir of
depravity in Mr. Rhode’s data of ethics,
Perez was considered specifically defined.
“But Captain Lobb and Mr. Claret—”
Madame pursued insistently.
“You just gotta know the worst all at
once, haven’t you?” inquired Rhode,
sullenly. “Well, Lobb’s one of these
jolly tars with a wife in every port—
waitin' for him with an axe. He’s jump
ed bail on a bigamy indictment, and' I
don’t think the United States is liable to
be bothered with him for some years to
come. Claret’s ex-first officer of a South
Seas tramp, where hazin’ 's the fashion;
he’s wanted for manslaughter. Thurlow
used to be the noble wireless boy on
one of the transatlantic boats, but got
to makin’ too much profit out of the
information he picked up that way.
Murray’s . . . But what’s the use?
None of ’em has got anythin’ on any of
the others.”
“But—great heavens'.” gasped ma
dame. “Why did you ship such a rabble.’
How dared you bring us into the clutches
of such thugs?”
"You can’t forget that engraved in
vitation to come to our paYty that I sent
you by special messenger, can you?”
countered Rhode, glumly sarcastic. “I
done the best I could; I had to take 'em
as they come. You can’t demand ref
erences when you’re signin’ on men to
loot Lloyd's. Besides, Perez had to have
his say; I didn’t dare turn down his
men..
"Nope,” Rhode summed up sourly;
"when you come down to cases you'll
find there’s only me and Crittenden you
can tie to.”
“And why yourself?” demanded
Madame Savaran. "What makes you
so concerned to protect me and my
jewels, if you please?”
Rhode looked up with a stare of
astonishment. "Say,” he expostulated,
“you don't seem wise to the fact that
if those pikers annex that load of junk
they’re just naturally going to chuck
this job and queer the frame for all
cT us. And then where'll your blessed
15,000 be? And my stake? You don't
want to forget I got a few cents in
vested in this business. If I let it ,be
ditched, where'll I get off?”
"Doesn’t the same argument apply to
Perez? Won’t the same interest hold
him to us?”
“That's what I’m rootin’ for; but I
ain’t bankin’ on Perez, not so’s any
body’d notice it. if I did I’d be as big
a mutt as when T give in and let you
come along to put this show on the
blink—just because you threatened to
blow if you didn't get your fool way.”
"Well, you have this satisfaction,
George Rhode: for once you were right.”
Shattered self-esteem flavored the ac
cents of madarne with a bitterness pass
ing the bitterness of remorse. "I'm ah
old fool; but I’m too old to change my
ways. The question is: What's to be
done? What have you to propose?"
Rhode wagged his head dismally.
“There’s only one sensible thing,” said
he. “And I think I can see you falling
for it—not.”
“I presume you mean I ought to let
you take care of my jewels.
"That’s what you ought to do. Me
and Crittenden can shove ’em in the
safe in the purser’s office.”
"Thank you; I don’t intend to shirk
the responsibility at this stage,”
madarne Interrupted dryly. "They will
stay where they are—in my hands. If
I am robbed, on your head be it.”
"Sure,” agreed Rhode. "I seen that
coming before I spoke.” He waved his
big. red hands in a helpless way, and
turned to Crittenden a lowering, plain
tive gaze. ."What'd I tell you?” he in
quired, aggrieved. “There’s nothin’ to
it: all women are crazy.”
"That will do—” ma”ame began with
ardent vigor.
“Well, I ought to know," Rhode coun
tered. “I was vnarried once.”
"You deserved to be!” snapped his
mother-in-law.
For a few moments there was silence.
Rhode with a movement of his heavy
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shoulders signifying his willingness to
concede the point. Then Madame Sava
ran revived the moot question.
“Presumably you can’t suggest any
thing sane, George Rhode?”
“No; not from your point of view." The
man stood up and moved listlessly to
ward the door. "There ain’t nothin’ to
do but wait for the fuss to commence.
I don’t think anythin’ will happen un
til tomorrow, or tomorrow night, likely;
but there ain’t any good takin’ chances.
I’m goin’ to move into the stateroom
forward, and Crittenden can have the
next aft, and between us we’ll stand
watch and watch. Not,” he concluded
with a dismal candor, “that we got any
show' on earth if It comes to an open
break. We’re as good as beat already.
Only, we’ll do what we can.”
With a discouraged nod and gesture
he indicated his good-nights and brush
ed past Crittenden into the alleyway.
“Cm’ on, Crittenden,” he growled in
passing.
But Crittenden delayed another mo
ment. He looked from Cynthia, a tri
fle pale but frightened, to Madame Sava
ran, disturbed but not in the least awed
by the gravity of their plight, then back
to the girl again, drawing hope and a
halting sense of pride from the look of
her eyes, in which he read confidence.
Os that faith he must prove worthy. He
dared not fail her.
He drew sojnewhat heavily upon his
stock of Ingenuity and plausibility.
“I wouldn’t worry much, if I were
you.” said he glibly. “This is x the first
I’ve heard of this. I fancy Rhode over
draws the situation somewhat. Anyhow,
with this shift of quarters, you’ll be safe
enough. Even granting Rhode’s fears
justified to the letter, you're not likely
to meet ill treatment until these chaps
have exhausted every means of persua
sion and deception at their command.
You see. neither you nor the jewels can
get away. ... In the meantime,” he
continued hastily real—mg that this
course of argument was hardly calculat
ed greatly to ease the minds of the wom
en, “we can't fail to scheme away out
of the trouble; and—if I may—l’d sug
gest that Madame Savaran try to pack
her valuables qp in the least possible
compass, for convenience in hiding or
carrying away. ... And,” he concluded
vaguely, "don’t worry. . . .
He was conscious of the penetrating
stare of Madame Savaran’s shrewd old
eyes. “You’ve a head on your should
ers,” said that lady, with an air of
some slight surprise at the discovery
that Crittenden wore his head so con
ventionally. "And I've half a mind to
take your advice. But ... is all this
solicitude on my behalf?”
Momentarily she raked two burning
faces with an amused look of seasoned
wisdom. Then with a prim manner:
"As emergency chaperon of Miss
Grayce,” said she, "I thank you for
your kind offices on behalf of both of
us. And now if you'll be good enough
to go away, we'll try to compose our
selves and get a little rest.”
Incontinently Crittenden departed.
Rhode he found waiting alone in the
meagre saloon abaft the head of the
main companion-way, whose gloom, like
that of its tenant, was only emphasized
by the dim and inadequate illumination
furnished by three or four cight-can
dle-power bulbs.
There was, in fact, a deepened shade
of discomfort and disgust on tlie Red
Man’s face and in his bearing. His
head hung low between his shoulders,
his brow was knotted, a cold cigar
drooped from his mouth at a dejected
angle: his manner breathed a vast dis
consolation. He greeted Crittenden with
a dispirited nod and negligent flirt of
one red paw, at the same time sinking
with a leaden air upon one of the cush
ioned wall seats.
"All women," he Iterated, "are crazy!
The more you see of ’em the harder you
know it. You’d think that old vixen’d
know enough to gimme a show to take
cart of that truck, wouldn’t yap? But
no; she's just got to be ’responsible’
herself—until she finds out she’s been
touched. And then me for a reg'lar pan
ning ”
"It certainly looks pretty bad,” Crit
tenden agreed in a guarded voice, with
glances askance to the two main en
trances from the decks, port and star
board, and the dark mouths of the state
room "alleyways opening into the sa
loon. I
But apparently all the other members
of the ship's company had gone to bed
or were lingering in the smoking-room.
There was no discernible nint of any
sort of surveillance or of interest in
their actions. And of sounds there was
none aside from the groaning of the
aged vessel as she hinged up a long,
stiff, deep-sea swell, the rack and rum
ble of her engines, the swish and hol
low clash of waters riven by hgr bows
and repelled by her flanks.
Rhode shook his shoulders. “Bad?"
he grunted. “It’s rotten. Honest, it
don’t smell right. I guest it's only
what was cornin' to me for trustin’
a ginny like Perez. . . . But I was
all the time countin' on his playin'
square just out of policy. In an act
like this it’s ‘united we get away with
it, divided we get the hook.’ But this-
Perez wants all the centre of the stage
for himself. He's got it all doped out
to slip me the wrong cue and spoil my
exit. And the hell of it is, it's too
late to call an extra rehearsal. The
curtain’s up and we simply dassent keep
the stage waitin.’ ”
“Meaning you've gone too far to draw
back.' ”
"You get me. . . . Now, this Acklin
says he heard Perez and Lobb talkin'
about sneakin' the stuff off of Maduni
and, if I raise my voice, handlin’ me
mine now.' That means they’ve had
this double cross ready to slip me all
along; this is only the beginnin’ of
the finish. . . . Believe me, we’re in
wrong seven ways from the deuce.”
He rocked heavily, to and fro, grumb
ling inarticulately for a moment.
"Well,” he said at length, rising, "we
better be doin' what we caan. This
shift of rooms ’ll only show ’em we're
wise to what’s cornin'i but we gotta
put up a bluff at protectin’ them fool
women. That’s the only play, now.
You slip below, will you, and find Ack
lin and tell him what <ve want done—
and tell him in a whisper. I’ll wait
here.”
(Continued in Meat Xerue.)
Parks Wins Race in
Upson on a Platform
To Repeal Many Laws
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
THOMASTON, Ga„ Aug. 24. —In one
of the most exciting races known in
Upson county for the legislative place
from Upson, to succeed Hon. W. Y.
Allen, Mr. P. C. Parks was elected
over his closest opponent by 8 votes.
The votes fell as follows, P. C. Parks
320, J. R. Davis 308. B. G. McKen
ney 249, P. G. Daniel 90.
The race made by Mr. Parks was
one of the most unique in the coun
try’s history, his platform being
against the dog law, the game law, the
present prohibition law, working of
rooads as at present taxed, against
compulsory education —all of which
polled for him a heavy vote in the
ccuntry precincts, though James R-
Davis received a heavy town vote.
Mr. Parks is 60 years old, a wealthy
planter and prominent stock dealer of
this place, who was born and raised
in Upson county, and he has never
had any political experience before. He
is a careful conservative business man,
who is known for his honesty and in
dustry.
DUBLIN SCHOOLS READY
TO OPEN SEPTEMBER 9
DUBLIN. Ga., Aug. 24.—The fall term
of the Dublin public schools will open
Monday, September 9. The buildings
have been undergoing repairs and 'will
be in good shape for the opening. A new
furnace has been installed ih the high
school, and other improvements made at
Johnson Street school.
Sincet he election of teachers a few
months ago several have tendered their
resignations and the vacancies have
been supplied, with the exception of one.
The list of teachers is as follows:
Superintendent—Prof. R. E. Brooks.
High School—N. G. Bartlett, principal,
teacher of Latin and science: Miss Ruby-
High tower, mathematics; Miss Maggie
Mae Rauls, English; Miss Mae AU« n
King, history and French.
High School Grammar School—Miss Al
ice Woodward, seventh grade; Miss
Henri Blalock, sixth grade; Miss Eliza
beth Fortson, fifth grade; Miss Nell
Foster, fourth grade; Miss Mamie Ram
say, third grade; Miss Blanche Bailey,
second grade; Miss Callie Johnson, first
grade.
Johnson Street School—Miss Ruth Kin
nard, principal, teacher of seventh
grade; Miss Enda Ballard, sixth grade;
Miss Hope Charous, fifth grade; Miss
Zoe Hightower, fourth grade; Miss Car
rie Dawson, third grade; Miss Julia Er
nest, second grade; Miss Alma Carese,
first grade.
Saxon Heights School—Mrs. C. E. Camp
bell, principal, teacher of third grade;
Miss Ruth Smith, sixth grade; Miss Ju
lia Porter, fifth grade; Miss Minnie Mae
Green, fourth grade; Miss Nell Johnson,
second grade; Miss Hattie Harvard,
first grade.
Special Department Miss Mary
Hicks, piano Miss Leola Tarpley, vocal;
Miss Gussie Belle Rawls, expression.
CHICAGO CAR MEN~
SETTLE DIFFERENCES
(By Associated Press. >
CHICAGO. Aug. 24.—A compromise
wage scale was agreed on tonight by
street car company officials and the
union heads. Union leaders prepared to
report the agreement to their joint com
mittee. With its indorsement of the
new scale the controversy will be at
an end.
Another meeting will be held between
the carmen’s representatives and the
company officers, but no date for it has
been set..
Neither side would the terms
of the compromise, pending action by
the joint committee.
News of the settlement came when
it seemed probable that the men would
walk out.
AGED VETERAN IN GRAY
SHOOTS COMRADE DEAD
(By Associated Press.)
, AUSTIN. Tex., Aug. 24.—James L.
Welch was fatally shot by M. B. Ty
ler at the Confederate home here this
morning. Both are Confederate veter
ans. Welch died within an hour after
being shot. Tyler was arrested.
Reports are that the two men had
had previous trouble. They met this
morning and renewed the quarrel and
the shooting occurred.
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Political Opponents
Take Drink Together
But It was Limeade
(Special Dispatch to The Journal.)
DUBLIN, Ga., Aug. 22.—Judge K. J.
Hawkins was nominated Judge of the
Dublin circuit, over his opponent. Judge
J. E. Burch, after one of the hottest
contested races for any office ever held
in Laurens county.
The race in the county was close.
Judge Hawkins receiving 1,153 and
Judge Burch 1,142, giving tIV winner a
majority' in each county.
After the election, w'hile in the midst
of congratulations and hanck-shaking,
Judge Burch approached Judge Haw
kins and. extending his hand, said:
“To the victor belong the spoils. I
congratulate you. Let's bury the hatch
et and have a drink.”
Judge Hawkins accepted the limeade
and congratulations, remarking:
“That’s right. The hatchet is buried.
Here’s to you!”
The representitves to the general as
sembly nominated are W. B. Coleman
and Dr. W. B. Taylor.
THOMAS C. NOYES
IS LAID TO REST
(By Associated Press.)
WASHINGTON, Aug. 24.—Funeral
services for Thomas G. Noyes, presi
dent of the Washington Baseball club
and news editor of the Washington Star,
who died here Wednesday, took place
today at the church of•the Incarna
tion (Episcopal). Members of Masonic
bodies with which Mr. Noyes had been
affiliated participated in the funeral
rites, which also were attended by
large delegations representing the civic
and business associations with which
he had been identified.
President Ban B. Johnson, of the
American league, other ball magnates
and players of the Washington and De
troit teams also attended. Hymns
were sung by the Gridiron Club quar
tette.
The body bearers and honorary pall
bearers were chosen from the Gridiron
club, the National Press club. Mr.
Noyes’ associates on the Star and for
mer business and fraternal associates.
PROMINENT BAPTIST
CLERGYMAN IS DEAD
(By Associated Press, 1
LYNCHBURG, Va., Aug. 24.—Dr. Wil
liam E. Hatcher, aged 78, prominent in
the Southern Baptist general convention.
24 years pastor of Grace street Baptist
church of Richmond, and president of
Fork Union Military academy, died there
this afternoon after a brief illness. His
death was sudden. Before the civil war
he preached in Baltimore and later at
Petersburg and Manchester, Va. He was
the organizer of the Virginia Baptist
orphanage, at Salem and president of its
trustees. Among his surviving children
are Dr. E. B. Hatcher, of Baltimore,
and Miss Orie L. Hatcher, who is a mem
ber of the faculty of Bryn Mawr college.
His widow also survives.
BALDWIN GAVE HARDWICK
OVERWHELMING VOTE
MILLEDGEVILLE, Ga., Aug. 24.—May
or Miller S. Bell has been appointed to
head the Baldwin county delegation to
the congresional convention which meets
in Warrenton to nominate Hon. Thomas
W. Hardwick for congress. The full list
of delegates will be selected by Mon
day. Mr. Hardwick had many enthu
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Mr. J. F. Bell Is a member of the
Democratic congressional committee and
hardly any prominent men can be found
here who did not give Congressman Hard
wick strong support. He carried the
county by over 500 votes.
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ally driven seagoing vessel ever built
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Veto
(Special Dispatch to The Journal)
ALBANY. Ga., Aug. 24.—“Th»!
Atlanta Journal and The Al’ 1
bany Herald speak sentiments of tfia
traveling men of in criticise
ing editorially the action of Governor
Brown in vetoing the mileage bill,'4.
said President Dennis Fleming of the
Georgia Travelers’ Protective Asso
ciation today. • •• -
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have it appear to th| public that it
was just what Governor Brown should ,»
have done to veto this important bill, ’
for which the traveling men ha»e
fought so long. While other paper* J
have not criticised the governor for
his action these two papers have dona
so, and every traveling man has done:
and will continue to do likewise. —*■"/
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Governor Browns action in its true!
light. It has been claimed for Lira’
governor that he had always been im-i
partial in his decisions on important!
questions, giving them careful con*i
sideration and arriving at his conclji-'
sion after due deliberation. But tfeig
most important bill he failed to give
thorough consideration, weighing both!
sides, as he should have done, .in
stead, and as usual, he sided with the
railroaods and vetoed our bill. «wti
“This veto, without a question
doubt, shows that Governor Smith *es
right in 1906, when he discharged Mr.
Brown from the railroad commission’
for his partiality towards the rail
roads in all issues that came before
him, and the people of Georgia uan
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his duty when he discharged him from
that office. He has not given a I
isfactory reason for his veto and »we|
are not going to accept his excise
for not giving us what we are entitled
to. He has signed the dog bill and
vetoed the bill of the great traveling
public.”
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