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SUNDAY, DECEMBER 21,
KYblandeW
by Marion Brunot
the story of her life and
LOVE.
CHAPTER XII.
Am Early Afternoon Viiit I* Made
Boys are queer propositions. They
set as if they longed above and be
yond everything else to have you
for their “only-only.” And they
whimper around like si»-year-old
kiddies when you won’t let them be
such. But grow a particle silly over
them, and they have a regular song
and dance at your expense. Roy
seas a vague idea he’d like to be my
steady beau. His glances have said
this for many months. And if he
thought I’d stand for it, he'd pass
the word along to the other fellows
to “stay off the grass.”
But he knows he doesn’t dare.
Ido think a great deal of him. He
is so big and never is afraid of any
thing, and although he really does
think he is wild about me, yet he
never lets me tramp-on him. And
somehow I can’t quite make it clear
to myself that he would devote him
self absolutely to any one girl, even
were she to give the privilege. Now.
Cleve Cosgrove is my devoted vassal.
He looks love into my eyes whenever
I give him the third of an opportuni
ty. He meant every word he wrote
on that postcard. I’ll wager. And
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Don t think, by this, that 1 don’t
admire loyalty in either a boy or a
girl, for 1 do. But somehow at this
period in my life, my days are too
lull for me to be absolutely true
to anyone, or to worry much over
their sachetting a little from me. A
small parcel of uncertainty is rather
invigorating. It’s the froth on the
soda water of existence. And what
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I d lain awake at nights wondering
if PH ever be that true.
is soda water without froth, I ask.
As soon as I saw Roy had disap
peared down Yardley street, I knew
he’d never reappear for the Com
munity Club House dance unless I’d
make some sort of an overture to
him. Needless to say, I wanted to
go to the dance. I pined for a one
step. And I felt so certain my flow
ered pussy willow taffeta was allur
ingly becoming.
But how to overture to Roy with
out humbling myself? It isn’t part
of Yolande’s nature, you see, to play
the whole of a Wagnerian opera to
, any fellow’s whim. I sat me down
I and puckered by brow and thought
> of one way, and grew disgusted with
i it, and then thought of another. That
wouldn’t do, either. He might chor
' tie too much, thinking me after him
|in full-tilt run. And I'd rather stay
]at home from every dance that
would ever be given at the Communi
ty Club House than to have any boy
think that.
This sort of argument was fast
getting me to the point where I was
i ready to throw up the whole von
, ; iufe. The haughty and exclusive
. | pride within me was about to cause
> ' me to let Roy go hang himself on
the nearest tree. I was Miss Inde
. . pendence, wearing brass buttons,
L when from across the street the Pur
,.l dy music box sent forth the erratic
3 wail of a Southern coon song—one
t, of those melodies in perfect jlizz
i rhythm and then and there, at all
hazards, 1 knew that itoy, six feet
■ and obstinate, would march me, slim,
blue-eyed and demure, into the club
I house not later than eight-thirty p.m.
i tomorrow night, or my name wouldn’t
. be Yolande Blair.
! Without further ado, as soon as
lunch was over, I betook myself to
Miss Kate Harkaway’s. She’s the
dearest thing. I’m crazy about her.
She wears lovely soft robin-egg blue
dresses ar/d has yards and yards of
real lace on them. Her hair is gray
and her face is as young and un
wrinkled as my own. Although there
are those who say she is every day
of thirty-nine. Her hair, ’tis whis
pered, turned gray in a night, because
. the mpn to wjjom she was engaged
and to whom she has been true ever
E since, drowned in a horrible storm
off the coast of Canada somewhere.
She has pictures of him everywhere,
| and one, in a miniature, which she
■ j did herself, she has in a most remark
’ able gold frame shaped like a heart
- with for-get-me-nots coiled around
I it. She likes this one best of all;
> she’s told me so.
> “It’s so like he was, dear, on that
- July day when I saw him for the
last time,” she said. “Why, I could
- almost imagine he is about to speak
to me.”
And it is nineteen years since he
: was drowned. Two whole years
' longer than I have lived! Why, even
1 if they had found his body, I couldn’t
have possibly been at the funeral.
■ Just think of that! I’ve lain awake
i at nights wondering if I”1 ever be
; that true to any man. All the ones
I I know and rather like I’ve conjur
ed up before me. But each image
I slowly vanishes and I go to sleep
outlining some other man, a stran
ger. One, oh, so unlike any I know
—even Roy.
(Continued on Monday)
LETTERS TO OLD
SANTA CLAUS
Dear Santa:—Please bring Walter
l and I some fire crackers, a knife and
some fruits and nuts. Bring our lit
tle sister. Marjorie, a sweater, cap
and a doll. Your boys,
WALTER WIGGINS.
RAINEY WIGGINS.
Dear Santa Claus:—! wont ask for
much, just a dollie, and fruit. Don’t
bring any nuts unless it is nigger
toes, we have plenty of pecans, hut
there are some little girls near us ‘
that haven’t any papa, don't forget
them. Yours lovingly.
GENIE HOLMON.
Leslie, Ga.
Dearest Santa Claus:—Please ■
bring me a sleeping doll, a rocking!
horse, fruit and candy. Don’t for ]
get our brothers and sisters and our l
little baby brother. Dick is only 5
; years old and want lots of things,
j Genie and I are sending a dime.
Lovingly, VERA HOLMON.
Dear Old Santa Claus:—l want
you to bring me a shotgun and 3
boxes of shells, and Santa, don't for
get the fruit and candy. Your little
boy, ESHTON HALL.
Dawson, Ga.
P. S.—l am sending 10c for Emp
ty Stocking Fund. Merry Christmas
to you and Mrs. Santa, and a Happy
New Year.
Dear Santa Claus:—We are two
little country girls, living at Pleas
ant Hill. We are 7 and 8 years old.
We want you to bring us two dolls
with long curly hair, that will go to
sleep, two doll carriages, two story
books and some fruit and candy and
nuts. Santa, we are smart at school.
We are in the fourth grade. Your
little girls,
MYRLEE HALL.
LOUISE HALL.
Dawson, Ga.
p. s.—Enclose 20c for Empty
Stocking Fund.
Loss At West Point Over
Million, Says Bradstreets
ATLANTA, Dec. 20. —Bradstreet’s
weekly report for this district, esti
mate at more than $1,000,000 the
losses sustained at West Point as the
result of the flood which swept the
western part of the state last week.
It was stated at the local office that
the financial situation resultant from
the fllood was apparently well in
hand.
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READER: Would you like to
know how to live in this present life
free from sickness of any kind. If
so, call on Coot Stanfield at Speer’s
printing office.
Cabbage plants for sale. Edwards
Grocery Co.—lß-3t
Ans levs
Sales of
Ladies’ Suite and Coats
Kassels wonderful DRESS SALE,
at $18.85; values up to $37.50. — (S)
Just received shipment of Fiber
Rockers, Settees and odd pieces,
which are nice for Christmas pres
ents. Gyles-Andrews Furniture Co.
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PLENTY OF SUGAR.
. ft’Tinker BotfSl'
, byCarlysle H. Holcomb,!?
MR. WEASEL’S BOLDNESS.
AJOW, Jack the Wood Rat was very.
much worried lest Mr. Weasel
would follow his track right into the
King's house. He knew too well the]
daring ventures of Mr. WeaseL and
it had caused him no little sorrow.!
Many times had he watched this'
dreaded creature from a secret hid-1
i ing place
Bobby Owl appeared suddenly in i
' a tree nearby.
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Mr. Weasel stopped suddenly. He
did not run, for that is not
his natur*.
“What are you looking for?” asked
Tinker Bob.
Bobby Owl was startled at the
sound of the Kings’ voice for he had
supposed that the King was inside
his palace. “I’m watching for Mr.
Weasel,” replied Bobby. “He has
frightened nearly everyone in the
forest with his bold actions. He even
said he would harm me, some dav,
I know who he is after down this
way: I heard him say that there
was a nice fat Wood Rat who lived
down here and that he was going to
jget him tonight.”
Jack the'Wood Rat trembled dread
fully as he listened to Bobby Owl.
“Don’t be so easily frightened,”
said Tinker. "He is not much larger
than you. lam sure if you were only
brave and bold, he would not molest
vou at all. He only wins battles
because he has no fear.”
At this moment Mr. Weasel ap
peared. Every one was silent. He
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FAKE Q P r P I A I FAKE
PRICES JILV Ifl L PRICES
Christmas Sale
Os Ladies Suits and Coats
GROUP NO. 1
At $25.00
A big lot of many styles in coats and suits,
all the most wanted fabrics represented
and were our best values up to S4O 00
(Don’t Miss Yours For $25.00) ’ *
GROUP NO. 2.
At $39.75
includes tremendous values in suits and
coats, and were our best value up to S6O
(Get One Now For $39.75)
This House Never Quotes False Prices, So There’ll Be
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STATED Xjk suit and coat sale, STATED
Sale Runs All Week
seemed disappointed as he came out
[of Mr. Wood Rat’s house. He
j stretched his long neck and sniffed
the air. then began to search for
i tracks. Searching and sniffing, he
i finally turned in the direction of the
j King's house. He had found the last
.trad; of Mr. Wood Rat and was
i now following it! As he came closer,
I searching to the right and to the
I left under leaves in the brush, Jack
i the Wood Rat was more frightened
than ever. But he tried to conceal
his fright, so that Tinker Bob would
not tee. !
“Hold there! That’s far enough,!
Mr. Weasel,” said Tinker Bob.
Mr. Weasel stopped suddenly. He
did not run, for tlyit is not his,
nature. Most other creatures start to i
run for cover when anything strange j
appears. Not so with Mr. Weasel; he 1
at once shows his fearlessness by j
staring boldly at the intruder.
“Where are you going?” continued
Tinker Bob.
“I am going in search of that
Gold Fish for Xmas
We have just received a beautiful lot of
Fish, all sizes. They make nice remem
brances for Xmas and are always appre
ciated
LET SANTA BRING THE KIDDIES
A BOWL OF FISH
Very Inexpensive
Price of Fish from 10c to 50c Each
Price of Globes from 25c to 7 5c Each
PL ANTERS SEED & DRUG CO.
Prompt Delivery. Phone 502
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Wood Rat that has been so nnntj <M
to keep out of my sight.”
“Well, suppose you find tat
What will you do with him?”
“I’D kill him for running
from me.”
“All right,” said “just CMB
into my house, and I’ll tell yoa
about him.”
Tinker Bob put Mr. od Rat
of sight and Mr. Weare’ asw in. He
actually believed that the Kin®
the Forest was going to help him fat
his evil purpose to kill poor little Jeefc.
the Wood Rat!
To Be Continued
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