Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, May 12, 1916, Page 5, Image 5
Our Household 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 rnrr TO PATRIOTIC iIILL BOYSmdGIRLS Cea. Grant t fnrrttc Scant ■acasklu. Me adven ture*, capture art escape*. a* taM by himell. ✓—DC AR bow I was captured y twice by thaCosfed- X - - V erates and escaped each time: of my - l ues in dis ■JY rui*e to get infor- WJ; mat ion; and how I waacarried. almost A dead on a stretcher A to rive my infor-> /* N* mation to Gen. J \ Grant, after one of \ XC. 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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 ! se.f respecting liver would rebel at such 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 • men see what thy can show from their ’ farms. ! 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. r 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 I I 111 111 BCottolene is ready for use when you take it from the pail. It mixes readily with flour and creams nicely with sugar. Cottolene has no equal for ’ shortening or frying. Foods prepared with it have a delicious flavor and are tempting in appearance. Arrange today with j Hi||ii|(| your grocer for regular supplies of Cottolene, the Natural Shortening. It is put up in pails of con venient sizes. FAIR BANK: COMPANY ) I entrances —over the roof—through the i 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? 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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. 5