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TUESDAY SEPTEMBER 23, 1924. = .......itit it; 3S * B I ~ Held in Trust 5 5 = = i i S 5 j 5! si i GEORGE KIBBE TURNER 5' s ' Illiutntioiu by Irwin Mjren 2 ; S 1 umln it im ilii m i ii u fi fi n a fi n * it niG Copyright Metropolitan Newspaper Service { his quite notoriously dissipated son-in law. ....A' Stan Gorgam remembered her al¬ ways as she was before her unhappi¬ ness, her twin misfortune of marriage and insanity. He had gone always, as a matter of course, to see her when she was ill, and at longer and longer Intervals as the poor girl grew worse. p Like many a woman under marital conditions like hers, her one persistent desire was for the one great essential . of life she still lacked personal kind- j liness and affection—for herself and not her money, a desire preserved and exaggerated in a rather pathetic way In her mental illness. But finally, even before his absence in uniform in France, young Gorgam had given up his visits there almost entirely. She had not changed physically so much— bat mentally it was too painful. “Adelaide not insane!” he said to himself when he was in his rooms that night for long before this, while , he was still in France even, he had expected at any time the news of her j death. f T*here certainly was something ! strange there as his friend, the young doctor, had Intimated—even if she I ' were only growing better. Even this he could scarcely believe. But, “Poor Adelaide,” he said, after he lay half asleep in bed, “the least I can do is to go and see. *» He carried out his intention that very next morning, and was surprised at the outset to see the strange door¬ man at the door In place of the old familiar figure so long stationed there. “I’m sorry, sir,” said the new door "I’m sorry sir, but Mrs.Rutherfora sees no one” v [L ri f man, “but Mrs. Rutherford sees no one. She Is dangerously 111.” As he said it he looked annoyed through his professional disguise. A rough dog, a rough-and-ready dog with a strong look of humor In his face, ap¬ peared in the door with his head at an Inquiring angle; and from upstairs with but partly suppressed amuse¬ ment, the voice of a young woniun was calling him. - - Very well/’ said Stanford Gorgam finally—and went away still more puz¬ zled than when he came: at the em¬ bargo against all callers, at the dog at the door and at the voice of the young woman calling from inside. Cer¬ tainly no one bat the mistress -would take, the liberty of such calling in that house, and certainly that was not the voice of Adelaide Rutherford. He might of course, he considered as he left, take up the matter of ac¬ cess to the house at once vvitli Jasper Haig. But on the whole would tlmt be wisest? If there were something there that required explanation—as there certainly seemed to be—would that be exactly the place to turn Just now? And as he considered this, ills hand In one pocket touched his key-rlug, and a light came into his eye. There was always of course that key of the side door—the private entry used per¬ sonally by his uncle when he was liv¬ ing, for his own mysterious exits and entrances, and for the entrance* of his peculiar and particular which it brought directly into great private office on the second floor. He remembered taking the key In his hand that day when his gave It to him—the keenness of his satisfaction to know that the old cier so far trusted him as to give him that very special key of his own pri¬ vate door. The key to the front be had naturally ; that was his In those days Just after his own ple had died—those years he was Yale before his cousin’s marriage. That door, the secret personal trance of the old financier/ was ftbly unused now— indeed he r $S; DAILY NEWS AND SUN , GRIFFIN ... so—unless Jasper Haig still a key to It. And If so—If any¬ strange or sinister had taken within that house—here was the of seeing it for himself. After he had never been quite of his mind about Jasper Haig. He never greatly trusted him. His was made now; he would the chance and see the situation himself. It was this resolve, we may assume, gave to Adelaide that very a sudden startling shock—the sight of the door of her late gi$at study at the back of the floor, slowly opening from In as she passed by. “Keep still, Rags,’’ she said, and the dog’s slow growling. After all It might be one of the gone Inside there for some She snapped on the light In big room from the outside button and pushed back the partly open door Into the room, the grasp upon its inside first opposing and then relaxed. She was, not unnaturally, surprised when the door was finally at the sight of a tall and rather handsome stranger standing watching her with an amused and friendly smile Inside. _________-■ “Adelaide,” he said, and smiled that smile of a lifetime’s close acquaint¬ ance. But she herself was occupied for ii u » moment at the collar of Rags, who i hough usually silent at such times, was inclined to be extremely business¬ like. “Adelaide,” the stranger said again —and she was now astonished even more than she was afraid, for this man must know him. “The old key!” he said, holding out' his key-ring, Your father's private entrance l" A Adelaide Rutherford was not mere i y surprised now—she was greatly em barrassed. Who was this man with a private key in her own hotfse? Gould it he—she asked herself with a sense almost of fright, You act,” he said, “as if you did - not know me!” And now, when she lmd come under the strdnger light she hid turned on In the room, his eyes S' i utilized her face in a very singu¬ lar way. ‘‘Yes. Oh, yes. Yes—certainly I do!” she said breathlessly. But nev¬ | ertheless she stepped back, and one hand—free no-.v from the reconciled i win. i wising a ,, e new- ) , - ' FT S , 1 11 en l< ® ay a | the . side.-<n . her face. ■ * 1 ! "Y<slie said. ' ‘Of course I know yon. But you must go. You must never come in here again, That was our agreement 1” And with her speaking, the sound . of her voice, the face of the stranger, which had been tense before, took on a hardyr and very definite look. She became insistent when he lin¬ gered, with that odd, hard scrutiny on her face. “Go," She said, “before I call iirthe servants!” She did not do so immediately, he observed; yet finally, after some hesi¬ tation. he went out—through the pri¬ vate door, down upon the walk, and with u glance upward, hurried down the .side street upon which the en? trance opened. IB walked like a man dazed—caught half way between won¬ der and horror, it was a block be¬ forehe storied-- irmrshift—with a blank face. tu'.Wug to h hii self; • 4 What is th is? Foul play ?”____ He passed along then, thinking. It was at least half a block before his lips moved again. “And yet »» he said aloud, bewilder¬ ment taking for the moment the up¬ per hand of horror, 4* Murder! With that face?” For after all it may be fairly said that there was little in the face of the young woman he had been watch¬ ing exactly suggestive of a murderess. Then" he was silent, walking on again. < ■ Do you suppose—he mut tered to himself a third time. “Jasper Haig? Who else?” lie asked himself In a still louder voice. CHAPTER Vil For her part the new Adelaide Rutherford still stood In the greart room where he had left her, still star¬ ing at the exit through which he had gone, a victim of emotions only less disturbing than his. There could bo naturally little doubt in her mind now of the identity of the stranger. Who could it pos¬ sibly he but one—tills individual with a pass-key, and the private knowledge of her own house which she herself had never dreamed of, and of her own Intimate but forgotten past. She had often thought., naturally, of her husband—of whut he must be like; of why she had been separated from him. She had avoided speaking on this subject to Jasper Haig; and he, for purposes of his own no doubt, had mentioned it to her In only a very general way. She had assumed mere¬ ly that she would not see him; nat¬ urally that was one absolute condi¬ tion of their agreement—one compli¬ cation which must not arise for her. She could have complained to Mr. Haig now, of course, of this visit, but after seeing him- She paused and thought, remembering her visitor’s face—and her own situation, as she saw it now. For her situation, it must be said, was growing more and more disturbing to her. One must recaH, In endeavoring to understand this, that this young worn an, this fortunate mistress of the great Gorgam Trust, had—as her own servants could at least partly see—no memory of her past at all back of her recent desperate Illness, beyond that supplied by her two visitoro-her financial and physical guardians, Jas per Haig and the very celebrated do^ tor. Considering this" «f>e often, and more .-ml more as time went «u, felt the la* of exact and definite infer* mutio ■ concerning many thing* around her—even about herself. She was ill; she appreciated that —a nervous trouble with a long name, which would keep her isolated for a long period. She would see none of the friends of the Adelaide Ruther- readily ford of former years, She agreed to that. But she had hoped— in fact had been more recently at least partly promised that some time, after a sufficient time for recovery, she might be free, by some special ar¬ rangement, to travel—to see some¬ thing of the world outside of the in¬ terior of this great luxurious house. She grew most weary of this place. It was like, in a way, an imprisonment in a museum: huge, priceless paint¬ ings ; Inn r-* costly draperies; jars worth a fortune—many enough and large enough to hold the Forty Thieves. And no sunlight, except In the afternoon from the west—sunlight being one article apparently that even the Gorgam Trust could not purchase In New York. site had agreed of course with iter doctor and Jasper Haig to all this. Yet even this she could see now must be something that would have an end —a purpose. And how—no doubt from the very situation of loneliness and time for thought in which she found herself, certain suspicions which she had formed took a somewha t mon¬ strous and disconcerting shape. There might lie something, she sometimes thought—from various things, from the servants’ actions, from her own self-accepted isolation in the house—, only about the Gorgam Trust, but about herself! \ She checked herself when such ideas to her. For it was a black, blind in which she had small desire to grope. 1 The delights of unmeasured wealth and luxury ! Who can reasonably ques¬ tion after their universal acceptance j as the goal of life for man—and for woman certainly no less—through ail the ages, and especially in this? This j is a simple matter of common ltnowl- > edge arid belief which everybody j knows, tin the other hand there are very few who have been in a position j to observe and appreciate the strange . illogical, almost hysterical effect f which close imprisonment has on hu- ' man nervous systems; to understand I tl)e 0(M outbreaks and/panics of hys- ; teria which penologists * * assure ns over- t take' the most unlikely victims—the j most hardened individuals confined in 1 prisons, at entirely unexpected inter- 1 vals, in involuntary and almost insane i j paroxysms of self-pity. Considering this, it is possible to ex- ;;j plain' if not to understand, the changed j and changing mental attitude of the i Gorgam Trust, which, denying her no.,' personal luxury that heart could wish t out side of freedom, yet caused her now a growing, sharpening fear, a thing she could not apparently resist, a fear of being an eternal prisoner of illness—,[ a prisoner in solitary confinement for 1!!Y. She was consumed by a desperate desire to know the truth. She knew, of course, that her hus- i band would know—would be the one ! ■ third person to whom she could possi- ; illy have access, who would have posi fi ve kno wledge; and whatever might have been her him, reason for her sep ariiti u from she certainly had .inti instinct of confidence which their so-called intuitions often give to womert concerning men, in that tolerant kindly face of the man who had come back for some reason, possibly to see her, into the house of Adelaide Gorgam. If worse came to worse, if this sense of ungovernable, blind fear which now and then came over her, should grow too strong, here was a possibility of understanding, of possible clearlng-up and escape from that .illogical but Irresistible terror which she was coming so much to fear. i An attack of such hysteria must, It next few days. In some way, probably through a servant, she must have sent a message to her husband that she would Mce tO-see him, to ask a favor. “This is devilish white of you!” said the slow-eyed, heavy man whom the servant ushered In. He had been drink lng, that was evident. Adelaide Ruth erford had difficulty in holding buck Rags from serious indiscretion against her caller. “WhatT” She said, talking against time—her heart In her mouth. He must be some one she knew, then, or l he doorman would never have let him In. It was very unpleasant nnd em¬ barrassing. "So we were bored stiff, eh?” he asked, throwing off his outer coat. “Well, we won’t be any longer." If Adelaide Rutherford was white at that moment, it was with fear. “Go away!” she cried, with the sim¬ ply expressed aversion of a child. “Go away!” he echoed, ■ Then what did yon send for me for?" he asked, a look of ugly astonishment on his heavy face. “Nothing, nothing! It was all a mis¬ take!" she cried. And yet he did not go immediately. He seemed Impervious to what she tried to say. “Listen, sister,” he said to her. “Don’t get coy. You and I can un^er stand each other yet. I know 7 your kind—and you know mine. I’ll just risk a little bet on that.” Rut when she Insisted—to the point of calling in the servants, or loosening the angry Rags upon him—he appar entiy flew into a rage. j "Now listen,” he said again—and ills face 8PPnie( , mo ttIed with anger. “1 j don’t know what your game was In pending for me. But you stmt, you know—and f rather like youFTooSI. And moreover, I’m afraid," he said, hi* face grown suddenly redder, “you don’t quite real ire your position. There will be no excitement now—at just this time. Tills tiling is staged a little too publicly—the way It has started. But just for you to mull over In your mind, a wife lias certain obligations—to be at least agreeable to her husband, If she calls for him especially!’’ "I can go," she said, very seriously alarmed, “If you will not ! I have had enough of this!” she cried hysterically. 4* I can give this up and leave. I think sometimes I will.” “You haven’t tried it yet?” he asked. “No. »* He laughed at that—seemed greatly amused. << No,” he went on. “You aren’t a lawyer, are you?” he said, jeering at her now quite openly. “You aren’t strong on law!" She watched every blotch and kle in the dissipated face, as it dened more nnd more under the double influence of liquor anVl emotion. •• You don't know." he went on in a very disagreeable voice, "do you—the exact rights of a women, judged insane by law, to be at large? I “Good-by,” he called to her. **■ i’t be a fool. Think it over. I sj til back—sometime before long. II pect another kind invitation from you —or even introduce myself, It will not necessarily tie disagreeable either of us,” be told her with a “Aik] you should remember, too, I can perhaps get you many favors, which you haven't now. freedom, for example; more ment in your young life. Don't dull,” lie said, leaving her. 1, ' l •s 'g‘i * R m & \ i A / m ‘V 4 t [V 4* “You I f, i v aren’t a f lawyer, are | . ' | you?” he said. use. if you don’t have to?” And another still less pleasant smile his reddened face, he was gone. She sank back into the nearest .. Judged insane!” she said aloud. It fitted in, she saw, with so many things. It made her just n little v He had told her her own fear. CHAPTER VIII The point of view is so important in life—xispecially the idea that yon hold of yourself. This being In trust—a prisoner sentenced to ltKlefiuite term of solitary J uxury..... . one thing—a very weary thing but on the other hand how and how much more sinister life sentence of a prisoner insane be held till death for the necessi¬ and unknown purposes of Sixty Judged insane! By some court, no If so, some one must have se cured the Judgment—and that some one was not far to seek. This man who had just left her was one person Interested, quite obviously—and Jas per Haig must be another. She was certain now of what she had so long suspected, that no appeal was possible to him. She had in fact very little Idea where she could turn next, when on another evening not long afterward, she observed the peculiar actions of her dog, standing at the outside door (ft the empty study on the second floor again. When she saw this, with a curious mixture of fear and adven turousness she snapped on the light again and opened the heavy door. It was a surprise, and yet not entirely a surprise, to find there, the unknown young man of the former evening—the tall, quite handsome man with pleas¬ ant eyes and agreeable address. “Hello, Adelaide,” he said. “You see, I had to run In to see how the world was treating you once more. How are you, my dear?” he asked and shook her hand warmly. Yet his eyes, she felt now, had undernenth the sur¬ face kindness a deeper hardness in them. • “Shall we he alone here,” he asked her, “for a little while?” “Why, yes," she said, and in spite of the natural caution demanded by the circumstances, she shut the door be¬ hind her. He kept looking at her, ntudylng her all tho time with those eyes of his with their curious double expres¬ sion; those naturally kindly eyes with the ha "' ******* showing always undernenth. "You’ll wonder.” he said, “Adelaide, wh >' 1 u,n attentive, why I come K ,?aln 80 so ‘ m ' vvhv 1 took the f ' hr >nee. Y(>u r 8et ‘> l, fi thIs ^ ’ 1 rather wo " ,lere<1 ,f * vou llniln t something tha! J0B wls,1( ‘ <1 t0 ,e ” me - ■ *» I!" she answered, a little startled by the look that he was giving her as well ns by his question. “I!" she snld again—apt) her voice was very unce r « , ■! gl p PAGE tain. "What would I have to say?*" i “Don’t you know?” he insisted. No,” she answered finally. ■ Perhaps," lie said, “we do not un¬ derstand ench other yet. Perhaps 1 should make myself a little plainer. I’ll try It, anyway. Let me ask you something,” he said; “your advice on a matter in which I have a personal interest. It is about a man— “Yes,” she said uneasily when lie stopped. “And a woman in great danger! »» “Yes!’’ breathed Adelaide Iiutber ford. “While the man knows that she it on the verge of being accused of s great crime.” “Of what crime?” asked Mrs. Ruth¬ erford, her voice now scarcely above a whisper. “Of murder!” said the stranger, pat¬ ting the rough-headed Rags, who stood beside him. Adelaide Rutherford did not mors (To be continued) ♦ LITTLE LIFE’S |# T " JESTS | | i; r .i ss* NOT SATISFACTORY A Scotch farmer had the misfortune to get his bam burned, but he was well Insured and went to an Aberdeen insurance office to collect the bawbees. The official Informed him that they intended to replace the bam, and the farmer immediately canceled his wife’s policy. “If anything comes over Jean,” he explained, "you’re not gaun to replace her.” A Petition t One citizen of Plunk Center stepped up to another and asked: Will you sign this petition?” “What’s it fur?” 1 “Hatn’t read It myself; but If you're particular I kin find out. »» Nunno. Glad to sign any petition of youra." Human Nature “Don’t your constituents want their taxes reduced? '“Yes," answered Senator Sorghum. “But human nature Is peculiar. A number of them are willing to pay a lot of taxes themselves If they can see somebody else paying a still high¬ er rate” Bovine Advertiaing Little Barbara was out In the coun¬ try walking with her mother. "Gracious! n exclaimed mother, "What Is that noise?” “Oh, that’s nothing but a cow moo¬ ing trying to sell her milk,” said Bar¬ bara. .... J___T_1_________________ THE ART LOVER m : j/, 1 z .'A-nai.. “She spends all her time at the paint box. How could he possibly have fallen In love with her?” "His love of art.” Too Creeg to Bum Th« boy stood on the burning deck; But m far &e he could learn He had no reason much to tear For ha was too green to burn! Progreanoe “How do yon find marriage?” “During courtship I talked and she listened. After marriage she talked and 1 listened. Now we both talk and the neighbors listen.—Berlin Dorfb.ir bler. It Shone for Her "Louise nearty broke up ihe show last night. “How was that?” She powdered her nose and used the shiny Imid head of the man in from of her for a mirror. Some Anawer “I understand that there has beep an addition to your family,” said the friend. “Addition!” cried the father of trip¬ lets. "Multiplication —Good Hard¬ ware. Septuagint The Hepumginst Is a Greek transla¬ tion of the Hebrew Old Testament, »0 culled because irntliUonally believed to have bei*q made by 70—or, mure strict¬ ly. 72—Jeeis in 72 days, by order of Ptolemy I’tiiladelphiis (2X4-247 B. C.). Critics, however, declare it to be the work, not only of different h.iiKls, hut also of different times. It probably made Its appearance at Alexandria, Egypt, about ‘.MO B. C. Lodge Directory m WARREN LODGE 20, I. O. 0. F., meets every night at 7:30 at Warren Hall. Visiting brothers cor¬ invited. R. A. PF.EL, Secretary. W. T. ATKINSON, N. G. MERIDIAN SUN LODGE No. 26, F. & A. M. Regular meeting Tuesday night, 7th, 7 o'clock. Note change hour. Visitors welcome. C, H. Scales, W. M. Bill Wells, Sec. W. 0. w. Meets every Thursday, 7:30 p. m. Sovereigns, your camp needs your presence. You will find your Clerk all times at Slaton Powell C!o. Co. Visiting Sovereigns welcome. Come L. J. SAULEY, C. C. C. C. STANLEY, Clerk. Pythagoras No. Chapter, 10, R. A. M. Regular meeting, Second and Fourth Thursday, 7:30 p. m. Visitors wel¬ come. WM. T. ATKINSON, H. P. Rli.iL WELLS, Secretary, Ben Barrow Lodge No. 587 F. & A, M. East Griffin, meets first and third Thursday nights in each month at 7 L. B. GUEST, W. M. CLIFFORD GRUBBS, Secty. t iltiliilllliitUiliUiiiHiHllMilBiiiiriiiiiiiiniTii'ffiiiiiii iliiilfiffliflia^Mt Wiat Funeral Directory iifiiiiitiHii'iiii HAISTEN BROS* CO. # FUNERAL DIRECTORS AND EMBALMER9 Griffin and Senoia, Georgia Office Phone 575. Res. Phone 63 FRANK S. PITTMAN Funeral Director and Ernbalmer Office Phone 822. Res. Phone 6& E. D, FLETCHER Ernbalmer and Funeral Director With Griffin Mercantile Co. Office Phone 474 Res. Phone 481 E. ARNALL G. N. MURRAY P. E. Arnall & Co. Insurance of All Kinds We Would Appreciate Your Business J. C. BROOKS O. S. TYU» SOME THINK That dogwood growa in a kennel. That a catalogue grotvs In a foreet. That a dollar a year man Is a pau¬ That no man ever look* In a mlr That a service station Is a recruit¬ office. That the Eiffel tower I* a French building. That a railroad tie is worn by a conductor. That the sculptor of Venus de Milo finish his statue. That the Epistles were the sisters of the twelve Apostles. That no member of the “400” ilkea corned beef and cabbage. That n washing machine it a nec¬ essary accessory for a a mah-jongg set That every married man Is a hero and ttiat every married woman la a martyr. That every tramp carries his world¬ ly goods in a handkerchief on the end of a stick over his right shoulder.— Exchange. That’a Different Some men say that a woman cant her mind, bnt they never any experience with one who baa that site must Imve a car.— Rock (Ark.) Democrat. East Indian Zoho The zobo Is a hybrid between the and the humped eattle of India, Is common In Hie western part of Himalayas, and is used as a beast burden as well ns for its milk and flesh. It resembles the English ox. ■