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THE COUNTY FAFB AND OTKEI.
Once upon a time. lons before I was
connected with The Atlanta Journal I
visited in Indiana. Elkart, Ind., and had
my first glimpse of the county fair.
There was one at South Bend and then
others followed, each one trying to beat
the last one. The Studebakers do
ing a lot to encourage the fax friers that
showed stock at South Bend. They had
the finest sort of cows, horses, sheep
and hogs, but did not compete for prizes
—simply showed people what good stock
was and gave prizes for the others to
win.
Since then I’ve often wished that
some public-spirited man, with fine
stock, would do as much for the various
counties of our southern states.
The county fair is coming back, there
was a good one at Live Oak. Fla., at Val
dosta. Ga_. here In Tuscumbia and all
•bout. They are feeders for the big
fairs, Macon. Ga.. Atlanta, Memphis,
and all the others naturally have better
exhibits because the winners at the
county fairs usually go to the big ones.
And there have been times, why I can
hot say that exhibits passed over at the
county fair have taken prizes away
from home.
The Boys and Girls’ clubs are doing
a lot toward making these smaller fairs
a success. And that is partly why lam
- writing about the fairs. It is not the
hog. cow nor chicken, any more than
the corn, cotton and hay. that is picked
up at the last moment and entered that
gets the prize. One must do one’s level
best from now until autumn to have the
best on exhibition. Why not plant or
plan to have some things to show? A
community might make a gala affair of
it; have their one-day fair and then
eend the best to their county or state
®klr. Let some church, or school house,
be the meeting place, and let the ladies
serve a hot dinner, or have a bazar and
make some money, for I never have
seen people eat as they usually can on
a crisp autumn day after walking about
looking at their neighbor’s best hogs,
cows, peas or Percherons.
I heard a farmer say that his wife
was never satisfied; that when the cow
gave a half gallon of milk and they sent
two pounds of butter to town, she
proud, but kept saying. “This cow must
do better." then when they worked up
to a gallon of milk she bought a six
quart bucket and insisted on its being
full, and now sends a two-quart bucket
along to bring in the milk the other
bucket won’t hold. She has worked up
a good name for her butter and sells
eight pounds a week. I content that the
only way to succeed is to raise your
ideal a notch or two higher all the time,
and you will always have something
worth while. These people who reach
the first ideal and contentedly stop
there soon become members of the “has
beens*' club. It is well enough to be
able to say, “Last year I did thus and
•o.“ but don’t stop at that, continue by
saying, “but this year I hope to beat
It.”
A great many country people are neg
lecting a great opportunity by not plan
ning to have all sorts of things to can
this year.* Nothing adds to the health
of a family like a varied diet. The
physicians have found out that the
dread pellagra comes from eating
starches and sweets with little mineral
or protein.
Cora bread can be made so full of
eggs and milk that with A good spread
of butter it goes a long way toward
making one strong and well. The hot
weather is beginning and we should
change from heating foods to salads and
more acids. The mayonnaise on lettuce,
the good ham gravy on tender mustard
cut up and tossed in the pan where
the ham was cooked, or young onions
served with white sauce, are all hot only
appetizers but supply minerals that our
bodies demand.
There are one hundred ways to serve
eggs. I will venture the assertion that
a fourth of the housekeepers who read
this are not in the habit of fixing them
in more than three ways. They are
cheap now and its better to mix them
with your cabbage, or cook them with
minced beef, a can of some sort of beef
will help make a fine meal combined
with eggs, or you might boil hard and
fix the yolks with bits of ’ean meat, or
simply add vinegar, salt and mustard and
put back in the hollow where the yolk
was and serve for super. Sugar Is pret
ty high, a doctor would charge more,
but it does not take much sugar to make
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, pudding by adding stale biscuit. Quit
I your frying and see how many nice
things you can have. Grease your pan.
1 break your eggs in it and set it in the
• rack in your oven and see if they arc
1 not better, or slioe your boiled meat and
t slip it in the stove and enjoy a change
for breakfast. Have grits or rice or
mush for brakfast and eat it with milk
1 gravy or sweet milk poured over it and
' not so many hot biscuits. I heard a
’ man bragging on having eaten five bia
-5 cults for his breakfast. I learned later
1 that he had fried ham. fried eggs, fried
• potatoes and hot biscuit. No wonder
he was a walking drug store in his es-
[ forts to regulate his digestion, most any
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5 treatment. I started out to boost the
community and the county fair; to do
- one's best one must have health, and
■ the canning clubs must see that there
1 are plenty of good things to eat in their
’ pantries next winter, as welk as the
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! Faithfully yours,
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
Tuscumbia. Ala.
THE COUNTY FAIR.
The county fair is coming back—
; The poster sheets are everywhere,
s And almost everybody now
1 Is whooping up the county fair —
! We’ve had our fill of aeroplanes—
-1 We want to see the big fat hog,
I The patent churn, the trotting dog.
t The new device that beats a cog,
I And work around through the catalog
» At the county fair.
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1 We’ve always missed the county fair —
E Its inner and its outer track.
1 The dancing saddler, and the bull
• About four feet across the back,
, We’re weary of Chautauqua talk—
s We want to hear the whistles blow,
1 The horses neigh, the roosters crow,
»I • The blooded cattle when they low,
1 ‘ And the shrill-voiced starter shooting,
t “Go!’’
, ’ At the county fair.
It seems as if the world grows cold.
And people now-a-days don’t care.
For other people in the warm
Old manner of the county fair.
We’re tired of bowing here and there.
We want to shout, “How are you,
Pan?”
“Hello there. BUI!” and “Howdy, Ann,”
And get a warm clasp of the hand
From every woman, child and man
At the county fair.
The county fair is coming back—
And that is probably as well.
A little more and every one
Had disappeared within his shell.
The good old plan was better far—-
We want to meet the human race
In some well-decorated place,
'nd be right human for a space
1 Because of coming face to face
■ At the eaunty fair.
CANNING IN A WASH POT.
Dear Mrs. Thomas: As I have re
ceived man. 1 , letters from different ones
since I wrote about canning vegetables
in a wash pot out in the cool shade, I
have had inquiries as to how I did it.
So now by your permission I'll tell once
for all in the Household and try to make
it plain so all can understand. I do
love to be all the help I can to as many
people as possible for as we serve our
fellow creatures most and best we serve
the Lord most and best. I wake up
hungry each morning to do some good
for some one that day not for the reward
that I hope to reap so much as I feel 1
owe a debt of gratitude to Him who
suffered and died to save me.
BELANS: I use only young, tender
ones before they have any large shells.
I string and break them up and wash
, them and put them in clean washed
. cans. I have a soldering iron that fits
I around the lids called a capping steel,
t it costs sl. I get lids that have the
. soldering around them. I use 3-pound
i cans and the first year after emptying
i them I wash them when I open them
anti turn them top down and get new
I lids for them the next year and use them
1 the second year provided they are new
- and bright inside, but I never use a
L rusty can at anj- tifhe. When I fill
; the cans with beans I fill them with
water to nearly cover the beans, of late
, I don’t put anything else but water, as
) salt tends to rust the cans, then I
solder them up before I put them In
’ the pot. I have a different iron to
seal the small holes in the center of the
lid from the larger one that I seal the
outside edges of the lid.
When I get them sealed I take a large,
shallow agate pan and put it bottom up
in the pot, that gives me a flat surface
to set ten 3-pound cans low enough to
be covered with water all the time that
I am cooking them after they* come to
a boll.
I keep a large kettle of water by the
same fire to replenish the water in the
pot as it evaporates while cooking. I
I cook them until tender. I don’t often
' time myself as the fire does not always
stay the same but a good way to be sure
that they are done is to put a handfull
of loose beans in the pot where the cans
; are cooking and you can readily tell
| when they are done.
I put up tomatoes and okra the same
I way. I used to can corn mixed with
tomatoes the same way only it takes
six hours’ hard boiling to keep corn.
So I don’t put it up now. Hoping that
this may help some one. I close with
' good wishes to all.
MRS. DELTTIA LANG.
’ Clarkston. Ga.
CONCERNING OUR SHUT-IN.
Dear Household: For quite a while I
have looked forward to the Household
each week, and now I ask to be admitted
’ to the dear old page long enough to tell
you of a poor invalid. I ask each one
of you who read this to please write her
a letter and send her something to help
her along. The lady I speak of is Miss
Jemima M. Jackson, of Ackerville, Ala
She and her sister live together, and her
sister is in poor health, hardly able to
I ! care for her own self. Miss Jackson has
been in bed for thirty-three years. She
is sixty-two years old, and she says she
does not complain, for she feels that
the Ix>rd knows what is best for her
But she says every letter brings sun
j shine into her room.
Dear friends, most of us are poor, but
there is something we all can do. It
' takes experience to know what happi
ness one little letter can bring into a
I lonely shut-in’s life. When the word Is
given, “No letter, no mail today, dear.”
the sick one will give a long sigh and
say, “I wish I could have one letter or
-a paper. The day is so long and lonely.”
I know whereof I speak, for many times
I have spent a happy day with just one
| letter. This is one place where we all
can help. If we have the writing ma
terial and can’t write, we can pass it on
to some poor invalid. If we have books
ior papers and stamps, there are many
' ’ who would pass a long, lonely day hap
i plly with just one paper. Oh, you do
THE ATLANTA SEMI WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, MAY 12, 1916
Wat
(Conunued from East
(Synopsis of Sixth Installment.)
June Travis, Impelled to benevolent crime
with the appearance of a red circle on her
hand, learns from her nurse, Mary, that
sbe Is not Mrs. Travis’ daughter, but
belongs to a supposedly extinct family of
’’Red Circle” crooks. The new circle cases
mystify Detective Mnx Lamar. “Smiling”
Sam. jewel fence, orders a woman thief to
use a painted “circle” as a blind. At the
beach, June Travis steals and throws Into
the ocean a brrible war secret.
She makes a successful getaway in a
small boat, while the men who lost the
plans in their search for the thief with the
Red Circle on her band are arrested for an
noying women.
One of them. Tod Drew, well known to
Lamar, telegraphs for the detective. On
the same train with the detective is Alma
IjiSalle, accomplice of “Smiling" Sam, who
has come to Surfton to operate. The men
are at the station to meet Lunar. Walk
ing along the beach discussing the case,
they meet June.
After exchanging pleasantries, they part
with the understanding that they are all to
be at the ball to be held in the hotel that
evening. Mary and Mrs. Travis accompany
June.
At the ball Lamar endeavors to monopolize
June to the discomfiture of Mary, who
fears that the red circle will appear on
June's hand in his presence. Alma LaSalle s
first theft nets her a diamond brooch and
the loser, a stout woman, loudly proclaims
her loss.
SEVENTH INSTALLMENT.
THE patrolman raised his cap.
“I didn’t see you at first. Miss
Mary,” he said pleasantly. “Yes,
I undefrstood that someone had copped
the monkey; but what’s he getting at,
drawing things on the back of his hand
and moving his fingers like he was cut
ting paper?”
“As near as I can make out,” Mary an
swered slow|y, “the person who stole
the animal cut the rope with scissors
and had a mark of some kind on the
back of her hand.”
“A mark!” the policeman jumped
eagerly at the word. “Say, was it a red
mark —a Red Circle?" he asked Pier to
excitedly.
Seeing that at last someone was be
ginning to understand, Pietro went back
into Italian hysteria and threatened an
other fond embrace. The policeman
dodged adroitly and turned again to
Mary.
“You’ve been on the beach sometime,
haven’t you? Do you remember seeing
anyone go past with a monkey?"
“Certainly," the old woman replied
promptly. "I remember distinctly see
ing a young woman on the beach with
a monkey. I never dreamed that she
had stolen it. I thought it was her pet.
You know you read so much in the
papers nowadays about women having
monkeys for pets.”
Pietro fell on his knees before her as
soon as he realized that she was in pos
session of a clue. The patrolman yanked
him to his feet again and gave him a
stinging tap with his club to emphasize
things.
“Do you remember which way she
went?” he asked.
Mary apparently thought deeply for a
moment.
"Yes,” she said at last, very deliber
ately, "she went down the beach in that
direction.”
Her finger pointed directly opposite to
the way June had gone.
"Thank you.” said the policeman.
Motioning to Pietro, he started on a
run down the sand, the other spectators
following closely. Mary looked after the
little group tearing down the beach, and
leaned against the pile, weak and faint
from the terrible strain. At her feet
was the old battered hand organ—for
gotten.
Suddenly she remembered that there
was a great deal of danger still to be
surmounted. She must find June imme
diately and warn her. The wildness of
this particular prank worried her cruel
ly. How far was this stain in thb girl’s
blood, likely to go? She stumbled
through the sand, keeping a sharp look
out.
Reaching the sidewalk, she hurried on,
watching for a glimpse of a pale pink
frock and a white hat. Her heart
thumped in her breast and her throat
felt parched and feverish.
She fancied that every woman in
light clothes was June, until she came
alongside. A desert mirage could not
have been more elusive than her quar
ry. People turned to watch her with
curious interest.
At last a spot of pink against a
background of green came to her eyes.
She knew the free, easy stride and the
line of the straight shoulders. It was
June coming out of the park. Mary
hurried up to her. t
“You broke your word to me!" she
charged Indignantly, not waiting £or ex
planations. "There is no excuse for
what you have done. You have robbed
a poor man of his means of making a
livelihood.
"I haven't,” June came back defiant
ly. "In the first place, I didn't promise
you anything. Mary. In the second,
there is an excuse for what I’ve done.
I’ve saved a helpless animal from a
cruel master. As for depriving that
Italian of his means of making a living
—that’s a fine way for a great big,
husky man to make a living, isn’t it?
By grinding out wheezy tunes on a lit
tle hand organ and kicking and beating
a little monkey!”
“That doesn’t make any difference,”
argued Mary, stubbornly "It was none
of your business. Ytiu had no right to
interfere. And no matter what excuses
you make—you can’t take away the fact
that it was robbery."
“Well, if it was robbery, I'm glad
of it,” June said, sullenly.
"Let me see your right hand," com
not know what all this means to the
poor sufferer.
So all of you please write a long,
cheerful letter to Miss Jackson. En
close a stamp for a reply, and try to
brighten her lonely days.
Come again, Walter E. Warren. Your
letters are always so interesting.
With much love to Mrs. Thomas and
all the readers. IDA BLUE.
CHICKEN TALI.
Right now is the time to begin put
ting salts in the drinking water or feed
ing it to your poultry, a teaspOonful to
four hens is the right amount. See
that they get it once a week from now
I till frost.
If the fowls, as a flock seem to have
watery diarrhea put some red oak bark
I In their drinking water, or make a tea
I and add a little. Where a few have it
> catch them and give a teaspoonful of
; castor oil and three drops of laudanum,
|if this does not check the disease re-
I peat the dose and feed on bread and
1 boiled milk for several days
Rheumatism—Keep in a warm dry
place. Give forty grains of epsom
salts in two teaspoonfuls of water.
Bathe the legs in turpentine and give
plenty of green food.
Rattling in the throat—Get from a
Homeopathic doctor some tablets of ar
senite of antimony, one thousandth part
of a grain each, and give one four times
a day for two weeks, or less time If the
rattling stops. This is a sure cure if
taken in time. Don’t breed him. nor
use eggs from his pen for breeding till
he is well. See that the chickens have
plenty of buttermilk in a pen that they
; can get in but the grown fowls cannot
bother. Then watch them grow.
These hot noons will bleach the Rhode
Island Reds, you will need plenty of
shade from now till fall. All chickens
require shade and cool clean water.
manded the old woman
June raised it listlessly. It was free
of the mark. She threw her arms
around Mary's neck, in -sudden shame.
"Don't be angry with me!" she plead
ed softly. “I can’t help these things
1 do. I don’t want to worry you or
make you unhappy, dear; but this
th.ng. whatever it is, gets the best of
me. Don't be angry, dear.”
Mary’s heart softened at the helpless
ness of the idea. She put her arm
around the girl and led her down a side
street toward the TraVis home. On the
way June regained her high spirits.
When they reached the house the nurse
was laughing heartily—all fear and
dread forgotten.
Coming along the walk, toward the
house, June broke away from Mary and
ran up the steps to greet Mrs. Travis
who had just come through the doorway
to the porch.
“Where have you been, child?" asked
Mrs. Travis anxiously. “I’ve been un
easy about you. You and Mary go wan
dering off and forget to come home.
Stay with me a little while, won't you?
I've hardly seen you since we've been
at Surfton. Don’t you ever get tired
rushing about so, dear?”
“Yes, I do. I’m tired right now, moth
er. Are we going to have lunch soon?
I'm starved."
“It will be served in fifteen minutes
and we’re going to have something that
you like, too.”
“What?"
“Guess.”
“Ice cream and marrons."
“Correct. The very first time. Well,
well! What is coming in here? - ’
Mrs. Travis looked toward the obser
vation porch. She seemed to be both
perplexed and amused. Mary turned,
nervously, and looked in the same di
rection. June, knew, without looking.
Tearing down the path leading from
the porch to the main entrance was
a squat, greasy figure carrying a hand
organ and pursued by a uniformed po
liceman. Yama, the protesting butler,
brought up the rear, his excitement mak
ing him accelerate his accustomed state
ly tread into a dog trot.
The Italian stumbled up the steps,
tripping over his hand organ; so the
patrolman reached the little group of
women first.
'Madam, I did not wish that the man
beggar to annoy your honorable self,”
panted Yama, greatly distressed.
"Now, that’s all right, son—that’s just
all right for you,” interrupted the po
liceman. “All we want is a little de
scription from this lady and then w-e’re
through. I had to bring Job Lots here
with me because he’s the guy who lost
the monk. See? Now, lady,” address
iny Mary, “if you wouldn’t mind I’d
like a detailed description of the woman
you saw with the monkey.”
He took out an important looking
memorandum book and a pencil that
looked as though it had been sharpened
with a hairpin. Mrs. Travis, all at sea
at this sudden intrusion, looked from one
to the other, seeking an explanation.
June alone seemed calm. Her mouth
corners twitched suspiciously as if she
were resisting a laugh, or rather, a mis
chievous giggle.
“Now, Miss Mary,” repeated the of
ficer, pompously, “hair, eyes—?”
"This woman had bright, red hair,”
began Mary staring fixedly at June’s
brown head, "and blue eyes. But I
didn’t see any circle on her hand, as you
talked of down on the beach and aa the
Italian seemed to think."
"Well, no, of course not. That’s easily
understood,” the patrolman had sleuth
]ambitions also. "You were too far away
from her. You didn’t know it was there,
so you weren’t looking for it. And
again the light may have been so that
vou couldn’t have seen it even if you
had looked. See? All those things
might have happened,” he wound up
importantly.
“Os course they might," echoed June,
coming forward. “Your argument is
i very logical, officer.’
I "Thank you, Miss.” stammered the
(amateur crime spscialist. "Good day.
Good day to you, ma’am.”
He swung around with almost a mili
tary manner and dragged the half-dead
! Pietro off the porch. June watched them
go, a gayly distainful smile on her
(lips. -As they disappeared from view,
J she swayed, catching at the back of a
[chair for support.
"June! Darling, you're faint! Mrs.
Travis put her arm around her in
I alarm. , „
"Faint? Yes, faint for want of food,
'ttie girl declared? laughing forcedly
" Mary, will vou come up with me and
fix my wind-mopped tresses before
lunch?'’
Mrs. Travis wondered at the exag
geratedly light tone. But before she
had a chance to question further, June
blew her a kiss and disappeared up the
stairs, pulling the expostulating nurse
after her. '
Up in the bedroom her ga'ety
dropped from her suddenly. She pushed
the panting Mary into a chair and knelt
on the floor at her feet, leaning her
elbows in the old woman’s lap. Her
chin in her hands, she looked out the
window over the sunlit ocean.
"I wonder what Mr. Lamar is doing
in the city,” she said dreamily. "I
wonder if he has caught the Woman in
Black 1”
And leaning up against the pillar of.
the house where "the Woman in Black
lived, Lamar, blowing rings of cigarette
smoke skyward, mused:
"I wonder what June is doing. 1
wonder if she is thinking of me?"
His dreams were pleasant. Knowing
that his quarry was safe in the house
and that she seemed unsuspicious ol
being trailed, Lamar did not see the use
| for any extra trick work. Reclining
against a stone pillar is not such an
uncomfortable pastime if one has pleas
ant things to think about.
A huge automobile truck, loaded with
iron girders, bumped over the cobble
stones. The harsh, ear-racking sound
shattered his dreams, rudely. Lamar
stood erect, threw his cigarette into the
middle of the street and buttoned the
lower button of his sack coat.
He was trying to make up his mind
what would be the easiest way to trap
this woman. There might be other
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cellar to the next house. He began to 1
get nervous. His imagination led him
to believe that the streets before him
were a honeycomb of underground tun- .
nels.
“When in doubt, pump the elevator
boy,” had always been Lamar s motto. <
He turned to enter the house. A ■
thick rubber mat, bound in metal, trip-)
ped him. He stumbled through the i
doorway and collided with a woman, j
Bent over as he was, he couldn’t see <
her face. His gaze fell upon a black i
leather handbag and a paper parcel I
that could have contained anything
from a picnic lunch to a pair of shoes.
Bracing himself against the sides ol
the entrance he tried to get his balance.
"Perhaps you'll allow me to pass,” a
cold, sarcastic voice broke in upon his
distress.
“Why, certainly, madam, certainly,”
gasped poor Lamar, again threatened
with a fall as he tried to be courtly.
Then he raised his face. One look
at the dark, slightly aquiline features
and he was every erect and very cool.
"On second thoughts,” he said calm
ly, "I don’t think I will.”
Get out of my way, you unmanner
ly loafer, or I’ll call the police!” she
raged, violently, as she recognized him.
"Now, I wouldn’t do that if I were
you,” Lamar said quietly. 'I just
wouldn’t."
He came a step nearer and looked
straight into her eyes with a fixed, dis
concerting stare. She backed away,
“Are you drunk—or crazy ” she
gasped, real fear dawning in her heart.
“I have been drunk. Some people thii|k
I m crazy,” drawled Lamar, “just at
present I m neither. What's the use of
this musical comedy stuff, anyway?
You’re under arrest.”
"Under arrest? Me?” she tossed her
head, boldly. “I d like to see you try
to arrest me!"
"You’re seeing it now,” said Lamar
simply. "Now look here; you're pret
ty long headed. I think you don’t want
to make a scene in a neighborhood
where you’re known; and have people
find out all sorts of unpleasant things
about you.
“Oh, so you think you can bully me
into submitting to arrest, do you? Well,
you can’t. I don’t care if people hear
us. There's nothing to find out. I
haven’t done anything to be ashamed of.
I—”
As her rage grew, her voice rose high
er and higher. For his own sake La
mar did not want a scene; so he turned
back the lapel of his coat and pointed
to something that shone there.
"See this?" he inquired calmly. "A
badge. Doesn’t mean a thing except to
a blind man. But these,” he put his
hand into his coat pocket, “now these
are different. They mean a lot—espe
cially to a woman in broad daylight.”
Just for an instant he flashed a pair
of handcuffs by a chain. They clanked
ominously as he dropped them back into
his pocket.
"Do you come—or don’t you?" he in
quired politely.
"Oh, I’ll go," she answered after a
minute’s thought. "But mind you,
you’re to pay £or this, and pay well.
False arrest Is a serious charge.”
"I have 'a charge that has that one
beat a mile,” said Lamar, grimly, as
he led the way and turned to see that
she followed.
Ten minutes later, when she rebelled,
outside the entrance to the police sta
tion, he seized her arm and hustled her
in; bringing her up before the sergeant’s
desk.
“Well, Mr. Lamar,” said the desk man,
leaning over the edge to shake hands,
"what can I do for you?”
"1 have just arrested this—er—this
lady on suspicion, sergeant.”
"Indeed!” the round-faced, gray-haired
officer looked over his glasses, sharply.
"Name, please."
The woman raised her eyebrows.
"Name, I said!” thundered the ser
geant.
"Oh, I don’t know that I have to give«
it,” she said contemptuously.
"Oh, yes you do,” Lamar broke in,
"a word to the wise, you know. I ad
vise you to make as little trouble as
possible. And let me relieve you of
your parcel and handbag.”
“La Salle. Alma La Salle.” she al
most spat the name at the sergeant.
"Address?” he went on, writing as he
spoke.
"301 Quincy street.”
"Ever been arrested before."
"No, indeed! I never have. And
what’s more, it’s going to be pretty
hot for those who attempted it this
time.” , ~
Lamar opened the paper parcel, dis
closing a pair of old shoes, evidently
on their way to the cobbler’s to be
soled and heeled. He threw them to
one side, disappointed. Then with e.
caustic "May I” he opened the hand
bag and dumped ite contents on the
sergeant’s desk.
For a minute the two men were open
mouthed at the curious collection be
fore them. There was a powder rag, a
chamois caked with rouge, a lip-stick
and a blue pencil. There was a bunch
of keys, two handkerchiefs, some soiled
personal cards, a tiny mirror and a box
of mint tablets There was a sample
of dress satin, three old transfers,
some cloves and hairpins.
Lamar rapidly searched the mass and
found nothing of importance. Holding
the bag below the edge of the sergeant’s
desk, he pushed the whole assortment
back with one sxveep of the hand, closed
the clasp and handed it to Alma with
a low bow.
She snatched it from his hand angri
‘ ly. A slow smile of triumph played
around the corners of her mouth.
"Well, what’re you going to do about
it?” she inquired with a smile.
“I’m going to have you searched,"
said Lamar quietly. "Sergeant, will you
have some one search Miss LaSalle,
please?”
The sergeant pressed the buzeer at
his right hand. A door at the back
of the room opened almost instantly.
A portly woman in a blue-and-white
striped dress, partly covered with a
white apron, stood at the threshold for
a second, then came swiftly into the|
room.
Alma looked at her with feline con-|
tempt.
“Mrs. MurphyJJ said the sergeant,
briefly, “will you please search /this
woman and make your report on what
you find?”
“Find?” Alma threw back her head
and laughed. "She won’t find a blamed
;W?r(?iJN TR Y
<WOCrEP
DON’T SELL THE STATE ROAD.
You may rest assured that there is
a vigorous movement on foot to elect
men to the legislature next fall who
will vote to sell the Western and At
lantic railroad.
Tliat strong railroad pressure is be
ing used to that purpose there is not
a shadow of doubt. It is used now.
The testimony that is being printed
right now, given before the interstate
commission in Washington City, is
proof positive that railroads have been
using money, with free passes, to force
legislation favorable to their interests.
I have no doubt but these railroads
have been using money in Georgia as
they admit has been done in Alabama
and Tennessee, to corrupt legislators.
There are ominous symptoms that
the sale of the best property the state
of Georgia ever owned or ever will
own, is now being considered by these
railroad influences. What a shame it
will be to barter off the state road,
with all it means to the education of
Georgia’s poor children to fill the cof
fers of rich railroad Interests.
THE STRUGGLE AT VEBDUN.
To those who are familiar with the
ancient history of France and Germany
the stubborn fight at Verdun in 191fi
recalls the ancient struggle and the fi
nal treaty of Verdun after the collapse
of Charlemagne's about the year
461.
The historian says until that ancient
treaty of Verdun, the history of Ger
many and France is one and the same,
b rance passed under the dominion of
the Germans.
The treaty of Verdun assigned France
to Charles the Bold, but deprived
rrance of the natural frontier of the
Rhine.
Charles the Bold found his new king
dom in a state of anarchy and exposed
to the ravages of freebooters known as
Northmen, in later times as Normans.
Every year their depredations were re
peated and in 845 reached Paris. Charles
the Bold abandoned Faris without a
blow and the Northmen plundered the
city and after looting the rich churches
and abbeys, they demanded and received
seven thousand pounds of silver. Ten
years later they ravaged Paris again
and massacred a number of the inhabi
tants. In 885 they laid seige to Paris
thing. You boys are in wrong—all
wrong,” she added, pityingly.
"Mrs Murphy is waiting,” suggested
Lamar, politely.
The matron <ed the way. As she and
Alma reached the door leading into the
woman’s detention room he called af
ter her;
“Oh, Mrs. Murphy, would you mind
making your report to me in the chiefs
office? I'm going in there now.”
When the door closed on the two
women Lamar made for the chiefs of
fice. The secretary met him at the
door.
“Chiefs awfully busy,” he told him,
“but I guess he’s never too busy to see
you, Mr. Lamar. if you don’t mind
coming in here to wait a minute.”
"Why, that’s what I do best,” said
Lamar. “You never knew what my
middle initial W stood for l>efore, did
you?”
“No, one gets a reputation like
yours," answered the secretary admir
ingly, "on waiting. Just a minute. I’D
see if the chiefs free now. Come right
in,” he called a moment later.
Lamar entered Chief Allen’s office,
shook hands and dropped wearily into
a chair beside the desk. Allen took
out a box of cigars and extended it,
smiling. Lamar refused.
“You better try one,” said the chief,
wisely; “don’t get them every day.
Given to me by a Cuban manutacturer
who thought I had done him a favo..
One-fifty a throw, Lamar. Better take
one. And, by the way, what’s up? You
look beat out.”
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in overwhelming force. Charles of Ger
many delayed relief until Paris was
almpst destroyed.
In 1916 the Germans are attempting
to take Verdun. For seventy-three con
secutive days they have been shelling
this ancient city. They have made
forays with their most valuable troops.
They have been repulsed by French
bayonets, time and time again. For
nearly three months they have been
fighting. Is there still a remembrance
of the treaty of Verdun—centuries ago—
where the people of France were turn
ed over to Germany and the Germans
failed to send relief forces and Paris
run with blood and numbers were mas
sacred? Do these memories still rankle
in the minds of French soldiers who
have no willingness to again become
vassals of Germany?
If the veil could be lifted and one
might see how the hatred of France to
Germany has been ingrafted by reason
of tyrany and injustice, we might find
a keen recollection of the time when
the treaty of Verdun signified defeat,
debasement and despair to France.
NARCOTIC DRUG USERS!
How the narcotics advance into drug
using I shall not attempt to explain,
but I do Know that many a one has
become addicted who was upright hon
est, self-respecting, hard-working and
self-supporting until they became ad
dicts and afterwards life became a '
misery and they would He and steal to
get the drug as a means of relief from
physical torment. And there are vam
pires in the medical profession, un
worthy persons, and vampires in the
drug business, who will aid the addict
with deadly narcotics because of the
money there is in the business.
The Harrison law was aimed at such
people because there was obvious need
of it, but like the prohibition of the sale
of intoxicants, bad people will risk a
penalty to get the profit in filthy lucre.
The authorities which put the Harri
son law on the statute books have done
the best they could, no doubt, but it is
well known that the taking of narcotic
drugs is largely increasing and consti
tutes a public menace in all classes
of society.
And an honest physician is obliged to
handle an addict when he is called for
treatment and we all understand that
he must taper down or he may only be
able to ship a lunatic to the insane asy
lum or find that his patient prefers the
suicide route, or he will be dismissed if
the patient can find relief somewhere
by having the dope slipped to them by
vampires in drug stores. The state of
Georgia is appropriating a few thousand
dollars to treat those who come first
and who are like crazy people when they
are taken in hand. There are thousands
who need attention and are as worthy
of it from the public treasury who do
not get in smelling distance of the so
called state sanitarium for drug addicts.
It is one of the most vital questions
before the people of Georgia. f
I vvO bTnT officials are
INDICTED BY GRAND JURY
AUGUSTA, Ga., May 9.-—Foster
Revnolds and R N .Smith, president and
cashier, respectively, of the Bank of
Hephzibah, were indicted Saturday by
the Richmond eounty grand jury, charg
ed with a violation of the state bank
ing laws.
The Bank of Hephzibah has been in
the hands of a receiver for a >ear apl
four months. At the time of its fail
ure there were cash assets of 6-> cents.
The specific charge against Reynolds
and Smith is that they borrowed money
from the bank without the consent of
a majority of the directors.
SHIP SELLS FOR OVER
TWICE PURCHASE PRICE
MOBILE. Ala., May 9 —The American
schooner Three Marys, of 1.024 tons, pur
chased three months ago by Captain J.
M Scott for 326,000, <*as been sold to
j. W. Hunter for 372,500. The Three
Marys is bound now for Genoa, Italy,
with a cargo of lumber out of this port.
Captain Scott cleared more than the
purchase price of |the vessel on two
cargoes, making his total profits on
the vessel approach one hundred thou
sand dollars.
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