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DICKIRSON, KELLY & RO3ERTS Attorneys at Law Tanner-Dickerson Building, DOUGLAS, GA W, C. Lankford. R. A. Moore. . LANKFORD & MOORE Lawyers . DOUGLAS, .... GEORGIA. « ■ DR. WILL SIBBETT, Treatment of Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat a Specialty. DOUGLAS, GA. W. C. BRYAN ATTORNEY-AT-LAW Lankford Building, DOUGLAS, GA. CHASTAIN A HENSON ATTORNEYS AT LAW Overstreet Building DOUGLAS GEORGIA. ■ NOW IS THE TIME TO SUBSCRIBE TO THIS PAPER. DR. GORDON BURNS Physician and Surgeon Offico Union Bank Building DOUGLAS, GA F. WILLIS DART ATTORNEY AT LAW Union Bank Building DOUGLAS, GA W. H. HUGHES, D. C. CHIROPRACTOR Union Bank Building, DOUGLAS, GA. DR. T. A. WEATHERS DENTIST AMBROSE, GA. DR. E. B. MOUNT VETERINARY SURGEON Douglas, Georgia Office: J. S. Lott’s Stable TURRENTINE & ALDERMAN DENTISTS Union Bank Building DOUGLAS, GA. J. W. QUINCEY Attorney and Counselor at Law Union Bank Building DOUGLAS GEORGIA MCDONALD A WILLINGHAM Attorneys at Law Third Floor Union Bank Bldg. DOUGLAS. . . . GEORGIA DR. JAMES DeLAMAR Office in Langford Bldg. Hours 11 a. m. to 1 p. m. Sunday 9 to 11 i. n DOUGLAS, GA. r 11 —fc J Q UR TIME ' [ jp I knowledge | f* 0 Y I and experience M Cl l in pristmg I bd.l6 8 *>“*“”*• When yo* are io need cl tamc thmg in this tine DON'T FORGET THI£ m AFOUL /-MEN .■'‘ford Geofqeß. Rodney CHAPTER Vlll—Continued. —ll— Mexicans believe Upton has the emerald bell. They want it and have promised their prisoner, Lieutenant Kynaston, that if they get the jewel he will be freed. They send a mes senger with the proposition to the American mine house. Mr. Upton did so. The man came forward unhesitatingly and delivered his message. “Ask him who he is,” prompted the old man. The soldier came forward, explain ing haltingly in Spanish that he was the bearer of a note. Mr. Wilkes bent forward excitedly. “Give ’em a dose of their own medi cine!” he said bitingly. “Ev’ry min ute that you can delay their proceedin’s is so much gain. Ask him what he come fer, but don’t take his note — see?” Mr. Upton did not "see,” but he did as he was bid. Presently the man with some difficulty explained that he had come as bearer of a note to open nego tiations the nature of which he did not understand. He held out the note. Mr. Upton was about to take it when a word dropped by Dorothy made Wilkes jump as if a line of biting white ants had crawled up his leg. “Wouldn’t it be fine,” said the girl, “if we could only make a couple of their officers prisoners and then ex change them for Mr. Kynaston!" Wilkes patted her shoulder. "And they tell me that woman ain’t fit to vote,” he said scathingly. “Don’t take his note, Upton! Not on no con sideration. What excuse— Oh, I don’t know, Upton. Yes. I do, too. “Tell ’em that you are a caballero of blood and that it stands not with yer honor to receive messages at the hand of a common soldier. He must have come on an important message. Tell him that you will not receive the note except at the hand of an officer — see?” “Yes, I see. And then what?” “Why, then he’ll go on down the hill. They’ll let him come because they’ve just passed him out through their lines. An’ when he goes down I’ll follow him with Manuel here, an’ when we reach the line of cottonwoods we can hide in ’em till daylight. When they send an officer up to see you at daylight we can grab ’em as they come back. “Of course they'll holler about bein’ under a white flag, but they won’t be no such thing ’cause they’ll drop their white flag as soon as they are out of range cornin’ back—see?” Taken aback at the refusal to re ceive the note, the soldado stumbled off down the hill, his lantern bobbing along among the mesquit-brush like a lightning bug in summer. No sooner had his shadow melted away in the dusk than Mr. Wilkes and Manuel, the Mexican “horse-wrangler,” left the house. They followed the soldier stealthily down the slope to the line of cottonwoods which stood out, a low lying blot, against the dusk of the val ley. "We’ll wait here, Manuel,” said the old ex-deputy sheriff tersely. “We’ll wait here till the next outfit sees fit to ask Upton to pow wow; it ought to be just about daylight Wake me up when the light first shows.” The hours of the night passed with leaden feet. The eyes of the watchers were strained with looking for the dawn to break over the eastern ranges. After putting his papers in order all night long, Upton found relief —or at least surcease from worry—by work ing ovei his machine, tinkering here and there till he had built up a species of iron-clad automobile that would have sickened the soul of the maker. He was called from his work by the insistent voice of Dorothy calling him to breakfast. While he was eating, a sandwich in one hand, his rifle in the other, a hail from autside the house brought him to his loophole. Three men stood within easy rifle range of the house, a dirty white cloth pro claiming them to be messengers from the rebels. Hastily he laid his rifle against the house, and motioning the Mexicans to lay aside their arms, he signaled them to come forward. Then, with a cau tion to Nolan and Lewis to shoot on the first sign of treachery, he strode forward to meet them. There was no discussion. The senior officer, Colonel Mayez, simply handed him a bulky envelope, which Upton thrust into his shirt, and, saluting stiffly, faced about and walked quick ly down toward the trees in the hol low. Upton stood watching them and the movement among the trees where Wilkes and Manuel lay concealed. A shot from cover—and a very long range shot it was —warned him that all dealings with him were over until he was ready to give his reply to the note. So, sighing, he turned quickly back into the house, opening the note as he did so. The clipping from the news paper took first attention. Again, and tvutklaS ENTERPRISE. DOUGLAS. GEORGIA. yet again he stared at the headlines, as if they were unbelievable. Walking like a man in a trance, he strode across the great main room. He opened the office door and entered —to face Dorothy, seated in a chair, a pile of ore samples in her lap as she held them one by one to her eyes. Galena, copper sulphates, gold and silver —she passed them over with a casual look. A piece of brilliant azurite caught her fancy; she leaned forward to pick it up. Upton grasped her roughly by the shoulder. "What are you doing in here?” he demanded curtly. It was the first harsh word she had ever received from her father. "Oh! Let go, father; you are hurt ing me. I saw the door was open and I came in—” “The door is still open. You can go out —go!” Tears came to her eyes, for the girl loved her father very dearly. She gath ered up the samples that she had taken from the safe and replaced them care fully in the lowest compartment. As she rose to her feet her hand knocked from the shelf in the safe a little paste board box that fell to the floor, and, striking on a corner, rolled out into the room, opening as it did so. Upton sprang forward to pick it up. dropping the open note from his out stretched hand. He seized the box, which he thrust roughly into the bo som of his shirt, and turned to find Dorothy facing him, the newspaper clipping in her hand. "Oh! Oh!” she cried, and again, “Oh!” She gulped. "And they accused him of that! It cannot —must not —be! I will not have it! An American paper accuses him of that! Is there no justice in the world? Is all charity dead? Couldn’t they wait to hear his side of it? What is it, father? What is it?” There had come a burst of firing from outside the house. Upton had staggered back from the table, a stream of telltale blood from his shoul der showing how one at least of the hostile bullets was accounted for. Reeling, he sat down suddenly in a chair, the supine body, the sick look upon his face, the sudden white about the nose and the corners of his mouth showing that he had succumbed to the shock of a high-power bullet fired from long range. Dorothy sprang to aid him, laid him down upon the floor with a pile of papers under his head, and tore fran tically at the collar of the brown flan nel shirt that seemed to cut off his breathing. Speechless, he resisted her every effort to assist him. It was not till unconsciousness mercifully came to shut off the pain that she got a view Unconsciousness Mercifully Came. of the wound. It was not as bad as she had feared —simply a shot-hole in the shoulder at a spot where a ban dage could be readily applied. Hastily she called to Miranda to get her what little water remained in the bucket. Meanwhile she tore hastily some strips of linen for the bandages. The pasteboard box interfering with her work, she laid it upon the table. The old, brown Mexican woman ran quickly back to the room and seized the roll of linen from the girl’s hands. “See, now! It is not so bad. So! There is no bone broken, thanks be to the saints! It is but a clean shot-hole and will heal in a fortnight. The fainting? Saints and angels! it is but the shock of a wound on a man who has no food in his belly.” So she gabbled on, oblivious to alt save the man who lay upon the floor. Dorothy picked up the note and read it carefully, drawing her breath hard. So that was it! His life was to be bartered for a stone —a green stone — a mere emerald! In that moment she knew that his life was more to her than the wealth of all the Indies —and that she had found it out too late! If he were spared—if he could be spared, she would show him, if need be sne would tell him frankly. She would ask Marian. She remembered now how Marian had jested in the cavalry camp with her over this very question—and she dropped her head upon her arms. A sharp corner of the pasteboard box struck her forehead. She gave it an impatient push and it dropped to the floor, making a sharp, tinkling noise as it landed. Dorothy glanced down casually at it, only to rise and stand as one petrified, her eyes upon the open box and its contents, now come to view. For there, in the middle of the of fice floor, released from its wrappings— there lay at her feet, staring at her with groen, unwinking eyes—the Em erald Bell! CHAPTER IX. Murder. For a moment the girl stood, gazing with horrified eyes at the jewel at her feet. At first she could not believe that she was awake; then, leaning forward, she picked it up and placed it upon the table. The act, simple as it was. roused her thoroughly. With a little shiver, she turned to her father, who had regained consciousness and was watching her through half-closed eyes. “Well!” he said. “Well! Say it! I know perfectly well what you are thinking. Give it a name.” “How came you to take the Bell, fa ther? I saw it in his tent when we sought refuge in his camp. You saw it there, too. Was it then that you got it?” Her father nodded silently but did not take his eyes from her face. Well she knew where the trouble lay. Well she knew why he had taken the stone, for the trouble had lain with them always, and the shadow of it had blighted the latter years of her mother’s life. Sane upon every other subject, the wealthy old miner, who had earned a world wide reputation as a connoisseur in matters of art, had got along with it an equally well-earned reputation as a kleptomaniac. For years she had known of this failing of her father. On her very deathbed Dorothy’s mother had spoken plainly of it, laying it upon the daugh ter to be careful to prevent any such thing from occurring again. “You saw the stone when we were in his camp,” she reiterated. “Was it then that you took it?” Again he nodded silently. The girl, her bright head sunk upon her hands, stood silent with the shame of it. “I needed it —I needed it! And they would not sell such a curio. That old priest would as soon have '.told his soul as this miserable Bell. It’s a good thing, my dear, that I did take it, though, for now I have the means with which to buy Kynaston’s freedom. Who is that coming up the hill? Is it Wilkes come back?” It was Wilkes come back, and Manuel along with him. A volley of curses of more than ordinary fluency told that they had companions. Motioning the women' back, Upton flung open the door, admitting the two men with their prisoners. “They come all right, but we had to use some coaxin’ —hey, bo?” laughed Wilkes, punching the old colonel of artillery in the ribs with the long bar rel of his revolver. Colonel Mayez fairly spat at him; then, seeing the green Bell upon the table, he started back in surprise, The next second he was fairly fawning before the table. “For this jewel,” he cried, “el gen eral will make any concessions—do anything: It will bring the last largo sum of money our forces will require before our arni3 establish a govern ment of true patriots and we are able to issue loans as a recognized nation.” “Oh, get down to cases!” snorted old Wilkes. “This, then. We have the men, but no arms —no money to get arms. Men? Pah! We are gathering men on all sides. Our forces are daily in creasing. Only la3t night we had a party of seventy volunteers sent in by Captain Colquez. He sent them in with a request that we send back the ropes at once so that he could forward a fresh detachment —” “And you call them volunteers?" asked Dorothy. “Si, senorita! They, too, are vol unteers —unwilling volunteers —never- theless, volunteers.” Wilkes grunted. “Nemmind all that chatter,” he said. “What you want is that Emerald Bell, ain’t it?” “Si, si! For that we will let go our prisoner; we will allow you to de part in peace—anything, everything! I speak for the general—I—” “Shut up!” interrupted Upton. The old miner turned to Wilkes. “I'm going down to their camp my self,” he said shortly. “You hold these hostages for my safe return. I’ll dicker with this old highbinder personally; give him the Bell if I have to, but, any way, bring Kynaston back with me.” He hesitated. “I really owe it to the boy,” he con cluded. “What are you shaking your head at, Wilkes?” “ ‘Bray a fool in a mortar, yet shall his folly depart not from him,’ ” quoted Mr. W’ilkes. “I ’member hearin’ that at Sunday school. If you go down there an’ promise him the Bell for Kynaston he’ll grab you an’ shoot you if you don’t come across with the Bell. “If you take it with you he’ll take it, shoot you, an’ then shoot Kynas ton. “No, siree! Th’ only thing to do is to send this here colonel what has seen the Bell back to General Obispo an’ tell him that you’ll swap it for Key naston.” (TO BE CONTINUED.) ‘ tonMnoNAL SuNWSaiofii Lesson (By E. O. SELLERS. Acting Director of the Sunday School Course of the Moody Bible Institute. Chicago.) (Copyright, 1916, Western Newspaper Union.) LESSON FOR JULY 30 “THE WORD OF THE CROSS.” LESSON TEXT—I Cor. 1:1; 2:5. Print 1-IS—2-2. GOLDEN TEXT—Far be it from me to *lory, save In the cross of our Lord Jesus Christ.—Gal. 6:14. Paul’s letter to the church at Cor inth was written from the city of Ephesus some four of five years after Paul had left Corinth. We have seen some of the difficulties which sur rounded this church. It was a small body of believers in a great city of four hundred thousand. It was sur rounded by all kinds of liscentiousness and excess so that to maintain a Chris tian moral Ideal was difficult in the ex treme. That is why this first epistle has so much to do with church govern ment and such questions as the mar riage relation, the conduct of public assemblies, spiritual gifts, the resur rection from the dead, different fac tions, the love feasts of the rich and the poor, eating meat offered to idols, law suits conducted before the heath en, the Lord's supper and church (Helpline are discussed. Paul did not himself write the tetter. Sosthenes acted as his amanuensis. In this let ter Is the wonderful and Immortal love chapter (Ch. 13), and the magnificent resurrection chapter (Ch. 15). The only unity desirable or possible is that which Christ prayed for (John 17:21). This is not a unity of opinion or of organization, but a unity of pur pose and power, the working together of bellvers in harmony to attain the great purposes of Christianity. I. The Power and Wisdom of God. (vv. 18-25). To a sin-blinded mind the preaching of the cross is foolishness. Even some professed Christians reject the doctrine of substitution which is found everywhere in the Bible. (Isa. 53:6; Gal. 3:13; I Cor. 5:21). If the doctrine of the cross is foolishness to anyone it is to “them that perish.” The Jeyvs require a sign (v. 22) but the cross puts them to shame (v. 27). tlod is made unto us wisdom, not the wisdom of men but the wisdom of the Spirit. It is such preaching us this that is “the power of God.” It has proven itself the power of God in our lives. It will “destroy the wisdom of the wise” and “bring to nothing the understanding of the prudent” (Isa. 29:14 cf. Jer. 8:9). God is constantly making foolish the power and wisdom of this world. Philosophic research after the unknowable “tries to make a God of its own pattern but does not satisfy the longings of the human heart,” and God through the foolish ness of the tiling preached is pleased to “save them which believe.” The performing of a miracle (Math. 12:38), and the Greeks seeking after wisdom, or philosophical reasoning, is no match for the Christ crucified whom Paul preached. 11. The Preaching and Power of Paul (vv. 26 to Ch. 2 :‘2). Taking the Bible as a whole, we see in it God’s plan and purpose with regard to the goal of mankind. The problem was by what means this purpose could be per formed. The whole of the Old Testa ment is a story of God working to this end. Then at the best time in all his tory came Jesus, the son of God, into the world, and, by his death on the cross and his resurrection, we are all bound together in one, summed up in the cross as the power and the wisdom of God for salvation. The symbol of the cross is a common sight, yet the great truth which it symbolizes is often obscured by scholars, and fails to be lived by disciples. God chooses those whom the world rejects, “the foolish,” and whom the world rejects as “the weak.” These are the ones that were called even in Paul’s day. The purpose of this call is to confound (or to put to shame) the wisdom of men. The most powerful motive in existence is the motive of the cross. (1) The cross is the highest proof and the strongest expression of the love of God for man. (2) the cross was the agent whereby atonement was made for sin. (3) The cross shows us the terrible evils of sin and the de mand of such a sacrifice as God’s son in order to save us from it. (4) It shows us that God wants us to come to him and to be saved, and that there is joy in heaven over every repentant sinner. (5) It shows the supreme val ue of right and duty in that Christ went to the cross at the terrible cost of his life. (6) It shows the value of the human soul. (7) F’-om the cross, through the resurrection and the ever living Saviour, Goq has given us the fullness of the Spirit to inspire and transform. We are nothing in ourselves, and God has made Christ unto us “wisdom and righteousness,” that is, God’s righteousness is provided for us in Christ (I Cor. 5:21; Rom. 5:1; Phil. 3:9 R. V.); also sanctification and redemption, that is, we are separated from the world unto God and in him we are redeemed from sin and its con sequences. There is left no room for glorying in ourselves. This was the preaching upon which Paul depended, not upon rhetoric nor philosophy nor argument with which to convict and convert men. I OWE MY HEALTH To Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound. Washington Park, 111.—“ I am the mother of four children and have suf fered with female m ma^e me s .° ncrvous ; //,_ over and feel so sick %;? ’ that I would not - —— -—■■l want anyone to talk to me at times. Lydia E. 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