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1 PAY AND WIGHT
WHERE IS IT FOUND?
The Lord’s Prayer—Matt. 6.
The Ten Commandments—Ex. 20.
The Beatitudes—Matt. 5.
Paul’s Conversion—Acts 9.
Christ’s Great Prayer—John 17.
Abiding Chapter—John 15.
Resurrection Chapter—l Cor. 15.
Shepherd Chapter—John 10.
BUY WAR BONDS
TAX LEVY FOR JACKSON COUNTY, 1942
The Board of Commissioners of Roads and Revenues, Jackson County,
for the year 1942, regular sitting for County purposes and it appearing
from the digest for the year 1942, that the aggregate value returned for
taxes in said county amount to $3,578,085. It is therefore ordered that
a tax of twenty-four (24) milles, or two dollars and forty cents on each
hundred dollars of property returned for taxes in said county be levied
for the following purposes:
ITEM I—2oc . n the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay legal indebt
edness due or to' come due during the year 1942, or past due.
ITEM 2—loc on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay any lawful
charges against the county.
ITEM 3—4oc on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay for building
and maintaining public roads.
ITEM 4—s7Vfec on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay for building
and maintaining public bridges.
ITEM s—loc on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay for repairs of
court house and jail or other improvements.
ITEM 6 —loc on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay sheriffs, jailors
or other officers fees, that may be entitled to legally out of the county.
ITEM 7 and B—lsc on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay ex
penses of the county for bailiffs at court, non-resident witnesses in
criminal cases, fuel, servant hire, stationery, and to pay jurors a per
diem compensation.
ITEM 9—1216 c on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay expenses in
curred in supporting the poor of the county, and as otherwise prescrib
ed by law.
ITEM 10—20 c on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay interest and
to provide a sinking fund for bonded debt of the county.
ITEM 11 —10c on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay County Agri
cultural and Home Demonstration Agents the amount due them by the
county.
ITEM 12—15 c on the one hundred ($100) dollars to pay old-age as
sistance to aged persons in need, the needy blind, and to dependent
children in accordance with the Act of the General Assembly of Georgia.
ITEM 13—20 c on the one hundred ($100) dollars to maintain County
Department of Public Health.
It is further ordered that an additional tax of five mills (5) be levied
and collected and disbursed as provided by law for the maintenance and
support of public education in said county; the Board of Education of
said county having so recommended, and such recommendation having
been approved by the County School Superintendent.
This September 3rd, 1942. %
J. C. TURNER, Chairman.
A. J. MURPHY, Member of Board.
D. P. BOLTON, Member of Board.
No. School Aggregate Net Rate Rate
Taxable Taxable Maintenance Bond
Property Property
B Davis Academy $ 21,785.00 $ 7,315.00 5 M
N Gillsville 5,235.00 2,935.00 5 M
R Homer 8,690.00 6,195.00 5 M
2 Academy 48,920.00 34,515.00 5 M
3 Dry Pond 70,455.00 64,360.00 5 M 5
4 Wilson Junior High 103,185.00 57,905.00 5 M 5
5 Plain View 73,695.00 38,660.00 5 M 7
8 Benton High 211,940.00 117,140.00 5 M 7
9 Talmo 52,525.00 50,140.00 5 M 7
10 Pendergrass 65,590.00 54,240.00 5 M
11 Fair View 14,030.00 11,215.00 5 M
14 Hoschton 98,335.00 84,615.00 5 M
15 Braselton 79,990.00 77,690.00 5 M
18 Jackson Trail 128,635.00 61,025.00 5 M 7
26 Tallassee 19,520.00 18,885.00 2 M
30 Attica 42,360.00 36,930.00 2 M
5 Red Stone 26,060.00 25,740.00 5 M
35 Orr’s Academy 23,510.00 23,510.00 3 M
36 Harris 21,730.00 21,295.00 5 M
37 Thyatira 17,480.00 17,480.00 5 M
38 Apple Valley 31,915.00 31,915.00 5 M
42 White Hill 46,430.00 34,570.00 3 M
43 Bold Springs 77,970.00 72,460.00 5 M
45 Maysville 107,695.00 97,050.00 5 M
46 Archer’s Grove 19,295.00 18,755.00 3 M
Approved:
T. T. BENTON, County School Supt.
Love Chapter—l Cor. 13.
Traveler's Psalm—Psalm 121.
Greatest Verse—John 3:16.
Consecration Verse —Rom. 12:1.
Workers’ Verse—ll Tim. 2:15.
The Great Commission —Mark
16:15.
Christ’s Last Command —Acts
1:8.
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BURST
ONCE
By Granvilie Church
WNU Feature*.
SYNOPSIS
CHAPTEK I: Jeff Curtl* and Ml wife.
Lee. arc already on their way to Tlerra
Llbie when he receives a note from Zora
Mitchell warning him not to come. Jeff
learns from a long distance call to his
friend Jerry Mclnnls that Zora't husband
has been killed under suspicious circum
stances and that it is his fob as chief
engineer for a fruit company Ibat Jeff
has been called to fill.
CHAPTER II: When they arrive In Tl
erra Libre they are met by Jerry Mc
lnnls. who tells Jeff that the death of
Jeff's predecessor. Mitchell, was murder.
Jerry also tells him that there is "some
thing’' going on. but "nothing that you
can put your finger on."
CHAPTER HI: They meet Jeff's em
ployer. Senor Montaya. who tells them
that Zora Mitchell has "committed sui
cide." Both Jeff and Lee agree that Zora
Mitchell was not the sort of person you
would expect to commit suicide.
CHAPTER IV: A talk with Montaya
confirms Jeff's suspicions that Zora. too,
was murdered and that Montaya is some
how involved. Montaya shows Jeff pic
tures of Zora's body. Her fingers, clasp
ing a German gun, are not as tightly
closed as they would be if she had pulled
the trigger herself. Photographs of
Mitchell’s body show that his wounds
did not bleed much. Jeff knows that
means that he was probably already
dead before they were made. The situa
tion is tense, but Jeff does not disclose
his suspicions to Montaya.
Secret of Happ'ness
The secret of happiness is not in
doing what one likes, but in liking
what one has tc do.—Sir James M.
Barrie.
LETTERS OF GUARDIANSHIP
Georgia, Jackson County. To All
Whom It May Concern: Clarence
Payne, having applied for Guardian
ship of the person and property of
Clarence Payne, Jr., minor child
of Dolph Payne, late of said Coun
ty, deceased, notice is given that
said application will be heard at my
office, at 10 o’clock a. m., on (he
first Monday in November next.
This October sth, 1942.
L. B. MOON, Ordinary.
LETTERS OF ADMINISTRATION
Georgia, Jackson County. To All
Whom It May Concern: W. F. Car
ney, having in proper form applied
to me for Permanent Letters of Ad
ministration on the estate of James
H. Parham, late of said County, this
is to cite all and singular the credi
tors and next of kin of James H.
Parham to be and appear at my of
fice within the time allowed by law,
and show cause, if any they can,
why permanent administration
should not be granted to W. F. Car
ney on James H. Parham’s estate.
Witness my hand and official signa
ture, this sth day of October, 1942.
L. B. MOON, Ordinary.
'What you Huy With
WAR BONDS
X ★
It’s not a pleasant picture to con
template, but War calls for “blood
and sweat and tears.” And the Army
Medical Corps, with its efficient
nurses and its volunteer Red Cross
“Angels of Mercy,” needs thousands
of surgical beds for field and base
hospitals on every front.
These beds cost approximately $22
each. They are the latest thing in
modem hospital beds, with elevating
springs. In some instances surgi
cal cots are used in temporary field
hospitals and there is a folding bed
which may be used in ambulances.
Your purchase of War Bonds and
Stamps can buy many of these
beds for the Army. You’ll sleep
better if you know our boys have
every hospital comfort. Buy War
Bonds every pay day. Invest ten
percent of your income.
U. S. Treasury Department
CHAPTER V
On his way home to lunch Jeff’s
step was springy as a boy’s. As he
let the gate slam behind him, Buddy
and Chuck jumped from ambush be
hind the hedge. This brought about
a free-for-all on the lawn until the
resultant bedlam made Lee, watch*
ing from the screened livingroom
veranda, put Angers to her cars.
“Hey, Man-mountain 1” she called
to Curt. “You’re worse than the
boys. You know better, they don’t.
We have neighbors, remember.”
Curt snatched up the youngsters
to march inside.
“Lunch ready? I’m starved."
“Yes, but you!” she eyed him sor
rowfully. "Look at you. Your only
fresh whites! You look like a street
cleaner on a rainy day.”
Curt chuckled and pulled her to
him.
“Well, you didn’t marry a glam
our boy. Anyway, I won’t need these
again for a while. I'm making the
first round this afternoon, so get
out my boots and field clothes. And
pack my old musette bag for over
night. Won’t be back till sometime
tomorrow."
During lunch Curt was full of the
job ahead of him, but the meal was
nearly over before he realized Lee
hadn’t been listening with the prop
er enthusiasm. That pucker had
returned to her forehead and it
brought back a string of questions to
his own mind. He paused to give
her a chance.
“About Zora Mitchell, Jeff,” she
began.
“Yes.” Curt set down his glass of
iced tea, carefully. “I saw photo
graphic evidence this morning. They
took pictures when they found her.
I reckon it’s pretty conclusive.” He
tried to speak lightly.
She was silent a moment.
“But her child, so little and all
alone. I kept thinking all morning
what if it were Bud—" Lee bit her
lip. “Don’t you think, Jeff, we could
take her until arrangements are
made to send her north?”
“A swell idea, Lee! I should’ve
thought of it myself. They’re look
ing after her at the hospital nursery.
I’ll speak to Montaya this after
noon.” Then, “Lee, how well do you
remember Zora Mitchell? I mean,
do you remember if she was left
handed?”
“Why, no, I don’t remember that
she was.” Lee knit her brows. “I’ve
sat across from her at bridge many
a time and I don’t remember any
thing unusual about her dealing. I
think perhaps I would if she had
been left-handed. Why do you ask?”
“Oh, nothing.” He tried to make
it sound casual. “Just wondered.”
Curt reached the San Alejo sta
tion before Montaya, equipped for
the field on this first tour of the
C. A. T. tract. His khaki breeches,
though just unfolded from his trunk,
bore stains no soap could ever re
move. His battered Stetson was
faded and spotted from sun and
rain.
A .45 hung loosely at his side, as
integral a part of his outfit as the
scarred boots. A bulging musette
bag that had seen much service
and a pair of field glasses were slung
over his shoulder.
First sight of Montaya swinging
down the path to the station brought
a chuckle to Curt’s lips. Lee’s epi
thet, “The Dark Lily,” popped into
mind—and settled there for good.
He kept his promise to Lee, rais
ing the subject of the Mitchell child
before they set out.
Montaya knit his brows, selected
one of his long Turkish cigarettes,
fished a lighter from his pocket.
“Your former acquaintance with
the Mitchells,” he finally said, “is
no reason for you to feel responsi
bility toward the child.”
“We’re not making the suggestion
out of duty,” Curt replied, a bit
shortly.
Montaya dropped his eyes, flipped
the lighter, touched the flame to his
cigarette.
“It would be a great deal of trou-,
ble to Mrs. Curtis,” he murmured,
exhaling.
“Not at all,” Curt answered. "It’s
her idea.”
Montaya studied the ash forming
on the end of his cigarette. Why so
much deliberation. Curt wondered,
over so simple a matter? He
frowned. At length Montaya spoke.
“I have been unable yet to locate
the -relatives. According to our rec
ords there are only two—sisters of
Mrs. Mitchell, and they—ah, travel
in theatrical work. It will take time
to make arrangements. If Mrs. Cur
tis will be so kind, then. The child
is not happy at the nursery."
He phoned the hospital from the
station. The little girl was to be
taken to Senor Curtis at once. Then
he and Curt set out on their tour
of inspection, using the motorcar
which was to be Curt’s own. Again
Montaya drove.
As they rolled down the moun
tainside Curt had a better view of
the airfield than from the unexpect
ed glimpse of it the day before.
Again today Curt noted the length
of the field, but at once realized a
long runway was necessary for
heavily loaded planes. His eyes
traveling down the wide strip caught
a glimpse, but hardly more than
that, of what seemed to be a dupli
cate set of buildings at the far end.
They were shaded by the big copse
of trees left standing there, but at
that end of the field the grass was
grown, there was no runway. Evi
dently these buildings were not in
use—at least as hangars.
However, along the barely visible
front of the buildings ran a plat
form breast high, and serving this
platform was a spur track leading
from the airfield branch. Curt would
have missed the platform if the
tffftck hadn’t suggested it.
“A bodega?" he asked, and be
fore realizing the Impertinence he
was offering, “Funny place for it."
But Montaya was not offended.
He gave a short, deprecative laugh.
“We all make mistakes, Mr. Curtis.
That is a—you say? a monument to
my ah, fallibility. Before my
planes were delivered and my pilots
arrived, I put up the buildings you
see at the far end to be ready for
the planes. The materials I hauled
around the mountainside from river
steamers unloading at the upper end
of our tract. A difficult work,
those buildings. Bueno.
“My reason for locating them
where I did was to take advantage
of those trees for the comfort of
the men. It is so very hot on the
field. A good idea, no?”
Curt thought he detected a sar
donic overtone and waited for the
other to go on.
“Then arrived my aviators. They
showed me that the w'ind is bad for
that location. And the wind here
never varies much. So,” Montaya
spread his hands, there was no
steering, “I built new hangars at
the upper end of the field, the site
they selected.’’
“And the old buildings?”
"I will tear them down when I
need the materials. Meanwhile, they
serve as a bodega. I have some
“Uh, no, Curt, I cut up a bit one
night.”
choice stocks of rosewood and hard
mahogany curing there. And cirue
lillo. Also much pipe and pump
machinery which I was able to pick
up very cheaply in bankrupt sales.
One must save where one can. For
the overhead irrigation system we
install later. I shall send you the
inventory for your perusal.”
Twice on the run Curt stopped
Montaya to inspect the work of bal
lasting in progress. On the second
stop, where a crew was cribbing a
section of the roadbed and installing
a culvert, he found the engineer in
charge was a man he’d known pre
viously in Tierra Libre.
Bill Henderson was a lanky, hap
py-go-lucky individual, with a mop
of sandy hair burnt by tropic sun.
His skin was like leather, his eyes
so straight and pale that they made
him seem to stare. But for all his
rough exterior, he had a sheepish
air in greeting Curt.
“Hiya, fella.” Henderson grinned
amiably, it might have been only
yesterday they last met. “Heard
you were coming.”
“So, Bill, you finally broke away
from Associated. You threatened to
often enough.”
“Well, uh, guess it was the other
way around, Curt. They broke loose
from me.”
“How come?”
“Oh, reckon I went on one too
many benders.”
“What! Have they gone Sunday
School on us over there?”
“Uh, no, Curt. I cut up a bit one
night.”
“Oh.”
Curt surveyed the other. Under
Henderson’s open shirt were spots
and blotches of dull red forming a
solid blemish of the skin, ending
jaggedly at the collarbone. Curt re
membered that Henderson had al
ways been too lazy to treat this skin
fungus.
But there was something decided
ly peculiar in Henderson’s manner,
in his careful words. The man didn’t
have to be on good behavior with
Curt. He’d never been so restrained
in the old days. Perhaps Montaya’s
silent presence threw a damper on
the meeting. Curt commenced to
stuff his pipe absently.
“Didn’t get in any serious trou
ble, did you?”
“No.” Henderson grinned feebly.
“But they kinda thought a change
of scenery might do me some
good.”
“So you crossed the river!
Should’ve gone home. How you do
ing now?”
“Oh, I’ve been off the stuff for
some time.”
“Shake on that. Bill.” Nothing
wrong v/ith his grip, thought Curt,
wincing. “Tell you what, when you
feel the urge again, look me up be
fore you start in. I’ll see you
don’t go too far. Anyway, we’ll
have to have a get-together soon for
old time’s sake. Come up to San
Alejo. Lee will be glad to see you
again.”
"Sure, Curt, thanks,”
Inspecting the job in hand, ques
tioning the capacity of that size
culvert, passing a few more words,
took twenty minutes. Montnya took
little or no pert in the talk. Once
Curt noticed the senor looking at
tentively from him to Bill Hender
son, but gave it r.o thought.
On their way again Curt said,
"Darn good worker, Bill Henderson.
Only fault is he never could leave
liquor alone. He can usually handle
it, but it does him out of a future.”
Montaya shrugged noncommittal
ly-
They reached T“mni.'jo by mid
afternoon. From here they’d take a
power launch up the river to the
main levee camp. First, however,
Montaya led tl e way down tire
ridged asphalt footpath to the Tem
pujo engineering office.
Half of this building, all one side
of it, was a single large room with
almost continuoas windows in three
walls. Here was drafting equipment,
engineering instruments neatly
shelved, and rolled prints of all
sizes in cradles and racks. Curt’a
desk occupied one corner.
An intelligent-looking native, at
present tracing maps, was in charge
of the office. Lauriano Duro bowed
stiffly when introduced, then went
on with his work.
While Montaya selected a couple
of maps to take a'.ong on their trip
upriver, he explained, “We maintain
a duplicate set of our important
drawings here, Mr. Curtis. This
serves two purposes, convenience
and insurance against fire.”
Curt nodded approvingly.
The other half of the building was
further divided. A screened porch
in front was combination livingroom
and outer office. In back of this
was a small bedroom. Through an
open door on the other side of the '
bedroom Curt could see a shower
cubicle.
“This you will find most con
venient when your work holds you
at this end of the planting,” Mon
taya remarked. “You use the mess
hall for meals.”
Curt grinned. “Good enough!”
They had thought of everything
here.
The old Tempujo radio shack at
the river dock now housed the dis
patcher and his small switchboard
that served Tempujo. Here ended
the two telephone lines from San
Alejo, one used by the dispatcher,
one for general utility. They still
maintained the radio, too, against
emergency. Montaya entered this
office to talk with San Alejo before
leaving for the levee camp. Curt
strode about outside.
The dock hoist was lifting a huge
case from the deck of a river steam
er. It was one of the crated air
plane wings Curt had seen in the
wharf shed at Cabeza.
Rising up over the edge of the
wharf, it loomed even bigger than
Curt had thought, bigger than neces
sary for the plane he’d seen on the
ground at the airfield that after
noon. Then he remembered there
were two planes in use here. But
both were alike, Montaya had men
tioned, as a matter of economy in
servicing and replacing parts. Well,
boxing increases size, Curt rea
soned.
Senor Montaya joined him an Curt
was nodding his satisfaction. An
swering the raised brows, Curt said,
“Good idea, spares. I hope you’re
as generous with the Engineering
Department.”
Montaya showed his excellent
teeth. He didn’t mind praise. “You
will have no cause to complain, Mr.
Curtis.”
The Negro rolled swift, even at
this season, obliging the launch to
fight its way upstream. When they
reached the ever-moving camp of
the levee gang it was too late to go
out on the job that night. After a
wash-up, Montaya and Curt busied
themselves with maps and progress
reports in the office tent, until the
fast-obliterating darkness drove the
construction gang into camp.
Again Curt found an old friend
among these workers.
“Slats!” he called to the bulky
man pushing his feet wearily down
the camp road. "I’ll be damned!”
"Hello, Curt! Glad you’re on the
job. It’ll seem like old times again.”
“Has all the old guard left Asso
ciated, Slats?”
“No. We’ve got a number over
here, but I reckon you won’t know
many of ’em. Myself and Bill Hen
derson—”
“Yeh, met him.”
“—and Steve Harvey, and Law
son . . . well, only us, I guess,
from the old days.”
Slats, naked to the waist, his dirty
shirt slung across his shoulder, a
filthy hat pushed back until sweat
soaked hair escaped in a tangle,
showed strong teeth as he smiled,
teeth yellow with tobacco stains. But
for all the friendliness of the grin,
he seemed uneasy.
Montaya stood nearby. Again
Curt caught a thoughtful look in the
Spaniard’s eyes. Or was it specu
lative? At any rate, the look van
ished as Montaya said, “Mr. Har
vey and Mr. Lawson are on the
drainage laterals.”
To Monahan Curt said, “Slats,
how come so many of you left As
sociated?”
“Oh,” Monahan replied hesitating
ly, "they started pinching pennies
for one thing, and Senor Montaya
pays good wages.” Then, as though
he hadn’t said enough, “Besides,
this’s anew planting, and you know
how most of us feel about anew
job. It’s more fun building than
maintaining.”
(TO BE CONTINUED)