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About Jackson herald. (Jefferson, Jackson County, Ga.) 1881-current | View Entire Issue (Oct. 15, 1942)
W <fiO/0U YOUR m mm ■R hej'M'ZX NOW 5000 wro 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. BOMBS 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)
