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8 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 RICH AND POOR MOURN OVER GEN. BOOTH’S BODY Remains of Salvation Army Leader Lie in State at London (By Associated Pres*.) LONDON. Aug. 22. —The people of England paid an Impressive tribute to day to the memory of William Booth, or ganizer of the Salvation 'Army, Ceremonies attending the lying in state of the late general’s body brought forth a tremendous display of respect from all classes and creeds. Even before dawn, and despite a pelt ing rain, thousands were waiting in front of Congress hall, Clapton, where the body had been taken from the late general’s private residence, and from 10 o’clock until the day closed a cnstant stream of humanity filed past the cata falque. Side by side with poorly clad women who had come for a last sight of the religious leader who had brought some sunshine into their lives were fashion ably dressed women w F ho desired to pay their homage. 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. 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S mJul"”’ H. B. PATTERSON, Secy., 501-509 Plymouth Ct„ dept. 130, CHICA6O ggj 1| 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 siastic supporters here. 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. FUEL SHIP JUPITER LARGEST ON COAST (By Associated Press.) VALLEJO. Cal- Aug. 24.-The United States fuel ship Jupiter, the first electric ally driven seagoing vessel ever built and the largest ship of any description ever laid down on the Pacific coast, was launched today at the Mare Island navy yard. IBM ■■■■ 1 * Rie thWy W of Fits. Epriapsr. er Falling Sickness aM Sett. c J * es atfilc*- e* since chlldhMd. (dsX. Sgfi SBg I will PAT EIPBESS- * GE » R fREE T,IH MW bottle h yoo cut SSH RETURN fill* t«FI HSYCM Zmß fKmSB adrertisemont hi Sgflal vSSaSy rour le-ter prompt RhOfl QB rellof guaranteed, kumi.-eds of testimonial* tn file. Glee AGE and FULL PARTICULARS DB. F. HARVEY ROOF Dept. 529, Station N. Naw York GEORGIA I. P. I. HEW HOISTS GOVERNGfI BROWS I -r - Dennis Fleming Praises Jour nal for Stand on Mileage 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. • •• - “Some other papers of the state,’? continued President Fleming, “wduldE 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. —*■"/ "These two papers have shown up 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 see today that Governor Smith 'did, 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. 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