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COVINGTON, GA.. DEC. 16, 1914
If your label reads 1-1-14 it should
not. Pay a dollar and make it read
1-1-15
Now is the time to get ready to
draw up your new year’s resolutions.
Make a few good ones and stand by
them.
We are thinking very seriously of
taking a week off Christmas. Pay us
that dollar you owe us and maybe we
t an enjoy that week. Otherwise--.
Do your Christmas shopping now.
You will have more to select from and
more time to see the goods displayed.
Do not wait until next week. Every¬
body will be busy then.
The Atlantic cle and Coal Corpora¬
tion seems to believe that times will
get better, for they are building a big
ice plant here and getting ready for
next summer.
Lot’s of Georgia towns are having
warm city eletqions. It has been a
long time since Covington had a good
race for the city offices. Why not
have one tills year?
Do your Christmas shopping in Cov¬
ington. There’s plenty of everything
here for the holidays and the prices
are right. Come and inspect the lines
of the different merchants.
Lot’s of newspapers fighting about
a lietter equipped army aiul navy, but
we believe like Mr. Carnegie—in world
peace—they woGn’t need any better
equipped army and navy.
Read the advertisements in tht
News. The people who advertise are
the ones who want your trade and they
tell you that they want it. Patronize
the jieople who want your business.
Why not make the newspaper man
happy Christmas by paying a dollar
on your subscription? We have sever¬
al hundred that we will be compelled
to discontinue about the first of the
year unless they are paid.
Editor Bacon of the Madison Madis¬
onian was in Covington last week on
business and came down to see us.
He is one of the brightest editors of
a weekly in Georgia and gives the peo¬
ple of Morgan county a first class pa¬
per- .vES
This session of congress will try to
get through the rural credit bill, along
with other bills of the present ad¬
ministration. If they get the rural
credit bill through and adjourn they
will have done more good than most
anything they could do.
Have you carried your neighbor a
fruit tree or vine yet? Prof. Adams
plan of exchanging trees and vines is
a good one and one that should ap¬
peal to every man. It is not much
trouble to carry a small fruit tree to
a neighbor when you go by his borne
and it is something that they will all
appreciate. Try it."
The Emory Weekly, under the man¬
agement of Joe P. Fagan, editor and
S. C. Candler, manager, is a bright
sheet. They are getting out a sheet
that would be a credit to any college.
It is full of live reading matter of in¬
terest to the college boys and others.
They are receiving a good advertising
patronage and they deserve it.
Sending shiploads of provisions,
clothing, money, etc., to the foreign
countries is a mighty good tiling, but
there’s plenty of things that can be
done here. Thousands of people in
the United States and especially in
the south need help and what’s more
they need it now. Help the people at
home first and when that is done,
send your money to foreign lands.
There is not as much free advertising
in giving at home, but there should be
more satisfaction in giving to people
that are close to you.
Henry Odum, one ofthe best knowi
as well as one of the most popular
of the young men of Covington lias au
nouneed for the City School oBard.
Henry is a good, substantial citizen
and will make an excelent member of
the board if elected.
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The Trey Hearts
A Novelized Version of the Motion Ficture Drama of the Same Name
Produced by the Universal Film Co.
By LOUIS JOSEPH VANCE
Author of "The Fortune Hunter," "The Brass Bowl,'"'The Black Bag," tic.
Illustrated with Photographs from the Picture Production
Copyright, 1814, by Louis Joseph Vance
He quickened his pace, but the next
bullet fell closer, while the third ac¬
tually bit the earth beneath his run¬
ning feet as he gained the dam.
Exasperated, he pulled up, whipped
out his pistol and fired without aim.
At the same time, he noted that the
distance between dam and canoe had j
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lessened perceptibly, thanks to the
strong current sucking through the
spillway.
i His shot flew wide, but almost in¬
stinctively his finger closed again
upon the trigger, and he saw the pad¬
dle snap in tw’ain, its blade falling
overboard. And then the Indian fired
again, his bullet droning past Alan’s
ear.
As he fired in response Jacob start¬
ed, dropped his rifle and crpmpled up
in the bow of the canoe.
Simultaneously earth and heavens
rocked with a terrific clap of thun¬
der.
He turned again and ran swiftly
along the dam, toward two heavy tim¬
bers that bridged the torrent of the
spillway.
Then a glance aside brought him up
with a thrill of horror; the suck of
the overflow had drawn the canoe,
within a hundred yards of the spill¬
way. The dead Indian in its bow, the
living woman helpless in its stern,
it swept swiftly onward to destruc¬
tion.
His next few actions were wholly
unpremeditated. He was conscious
only of her "white, staring face, her
strange likeness to the woman that he
loved.
He ran out upon the bridge, threw
himself down upon the innermost tim¬
ber, turned, and let his body fall back¬
ward, arms extended at length, and
swung, braced by his feet beneath
the outer timber.
With a swiftness that passed con¬
scious thought, he was aware of the
canoe hurtling onward with the speed
of wind, its sharp prow apparently
aimed directly for his head. Then
hands closed round his wrists like
clamps; a tremendous weight tore at
his arms, and with an effort of incon¬
ceivable difficulty he began to lift,
to drag the woman up out of the foam¬
ing jaws of death.
Somehow that impossible feat was
achieved; somehow the woman gained
a hold upon his body, shifted it to his
belt, contrived inexplicably to clamber
over him to the timbers; and some¬
how he in turn pulled himself up to
safety, and sick with reaction sprawled
prone, lengthwise upon that foot-wide
bridge, above the screaming abyss.
Later he became aware that the
woman had crawled to safety on the
farther shore, and pulling himself to¬
gether, imitated her example. Solid
earth underfoot, he rose and stood
swaying, beset by a great weakness.
Through the gathering darkness—a
ghastly-twilight in which the flaming
forests on the other shore burned with
an unearthly glare—he discovered the
wan, writhen face of Judith Trine
close to his and he heard her voice, a
scream barely audible above the com¬
mingled voices of the conflagration
and the cascades:
“You fool! Why did you save me?
I tell you, I have sworn your death!”
The utter grotesqueness of it all
broke upon his intelligence like the
revelation of some enormous funda¬
mental absurdity in Nature. He
laughed a little hysterically.
Darkness followed. A flash of light-,
ning seemed to flame between them
like a fiery sword. To its^ crashing
thunder, he lapsed into unconscious¬
ness.
When he roused, it was with a shiv¬
er and a shudder. Rain was falling
in torrents from a sky the hue of
1 HE COVINGTON NEWS, WED NESDAY, DECEMBER 10 , 1914 .
twinkled far below.
The shelving moss-beds afforded
treacherous footing; Alan was glad
now and then of the support of a ce¬
dar, but. these grew ever smaller, and
more widely spaced and were not al¬
ways convenient to his hand. He
came abruptly and at headlong pace
within sight of the eaves of a cliff—■
and precisely then the hillside seemed
to slip from under b»m.
His heels flourished in the air, his
back thumped a bed of pebbles thinly
overgrown with moss. The stones
gave, the moss-skin broke, he began to
slide—grasped at random a youngish
cedar which stayed him imperceptibly,
coming away with all its puny roots—
caught at another, no more substan¬
tial—and amid a shower of loose stone
shot out over the edge and down" a
drop of more than thirty feet.
He was instantaneously aware of
the sun, a molten ball wheeling mad¬
ly in the cup of the turquoise sky.
Then dark waters closed over him.
He came up struggling and gasping,
and struck out for something dark
that rode the waters near at hand—
something vaguely resembling a
canpe.
But his strength was largely spent,
his breath had been driven out of him
by the force of the fall, and he had
swallowed much water—while the field
of his consciousness was stricken with
confusion.
Within a stroke of an outstretched
paddle, he flung up a hand and went
down again.
Instantly one occupant of the
canoe, a young and very beautiful wo¬
man in a man’s hunting clothes, epoke
a sharp word of command and, as
her guide steadied the vessel with his
paddle, rose in her place so surely
that she scarcely disturbed the nice
balance of the little craft, and curved
her lithe body over the bow, head¬
foremost into the pool.
* * * * * ¥ *
Mr. Law had, in point of fact, en¬
dured more than he knew; more than
even a weathered woodsman could
have borne without suffering. Forty
eight hours of such heavy woods :
walking as he had put in to escape
the forest fire, would have served to
prostrate almost any man; add to this
(ignoring a dozen other mental, nerv¬
ous and physical strains) merely the
fact that he had been half-drowned.
He experienced a little fever, a little
delirium, then blank slumbers of ex¬
haustion.
He awoke in dark of night, wholly
unaware that thirty-six hours had
passed since his fall. This last, how¬
ever, and events that had gone before,
he recalled with tolerable clearness
allowing for the sluggishness of a
drowsy mind. Other memories, more
vague, of gentle ministering hands, of
a face by turns an angel’s, a flower's,
a fiend’s, and a dear woman’s, trou¬
bled him even less materially. He
was already sane enough to allow he
had probably been a bit out of his
head, and since it seemed he had been
saved and cared for, he found no rea¬
son to quarrel with present circum¬
stances.
Still, he would have been grateful
for some explanation of certain phe¬
nomena which still haunted him—such
as a faint, elusive scent of roses with
a vague but importunate sense of a
woman’s presence in that darkened
room—things manifestly absurd . . .
With some difficulty, from a dry
throat, he spoke, or rather whis¬
pered: “Water!”
In response he heard someone move
over a creaking floor. A sulphur
match spluttered infamously. A can¬
dle caught fire, silhouetting—illusion,
of course!—the figure of a woman in
hunting shirt and skirt. Water
splashed noisily. Alan became aware
of someone who stood at his side, one
hand offering a glass to his lips, the
other gently raising his head that he
might drink with ease.
Draining the glass, he breathed his
thanks and sank back, retaining his
grasp on the wrist of that unreal
hand. It suffered him without re¬
sistance. The hallucination even
went so far as to say, in a woman’s
soft accents:
“You are better, Alan?”
He sighed incredulously: “Rose!”
■the voice responded “Yes!” Then
the perfume of roses grew still more
strong, seeming to fan his cheek like
a woman’s warm breath. And a mir¬
acle came to pass; for Mr. Law, who
realized poignantly that all this was
sheer, downright nonsense, distinct¬
ly felt lips like velvet caress his fore¬
head.
He closed his eyes, tightened his
grasp on that hand of phantasy, and
muttered rather inarticulately.
The voice asked: “What is it,
dear?”
He responded: “Delirium . .
.
But I like it . . . Let me rave!”
Then again he slept.
CHAPTER VI.
Disclosures.
In a little comer office, soberly fur¬
nished, on the topmost floor of one of
lower Manhattan’s loftiest oflice-tow
ers, a little mouse-brown man sat over
a big mahogany desk; a little man of
big affairs, sole steward of one of
America's most formidable fortunes.
Precisely at eleven minutes past
noon (or at the identical instant chos¬
en by Alan Law to catapult over the
edge of a cliff in northern Maine) the
muted signal of the little man’s desk
telephone clicked and, eagerly lifting
receiver to ear, he nodded with a smile
and said in accents of some relief:
“Ask her to come in at once, please.”
Jumping up, he placed a chair in in¬
timate juxtaposition with his own;
and the door opened, and a young
woman entered.
(Continued on Page Six.)
slate. Across the lake dense volumes
of steam enveloped the fires that
fainted beneath the deluge. A great
hissing noise filled the world, muting
even the roar of the spillway.
He was alone.
But in his hand, tattered and bruised
by the downpour, he found—a rose.
CHAPTER V.
Tha Hunted Man.
That day was hot and windless with
an unclouded sky—a day of brass and
burning.
Long before any sound audible to
human ears disturbed the noonday
hush, a l. beat sunning on a log in a
glade to which no trail led, pricked
ears, rose, glanced over shoulder with
a snarl and—of a sudden was no more
there.
Perhaps two minutes later a succes
sion of remote crashing® began to be
heard, a cumulative volume of sounds
made by some heavy body forcing by
main strength through the underbrush,
and ceased only when a man broke
into the clearing, pulled up, stood for
an instant swaying, then reeled to a
seat on the log, pillowing his head oq
arms folded across his knees and shud¬
dering uncontrollably in all hie limbs.
He was a young man who had been
and would again be very personable.
Just now he wore the look of one
hounded by furies. His face was crim¬
son with congested blood and streaked
with sweat and grime; bluish veins
throbbed in high relief upon his tem¬
ples; his lips were cracked and swol¬
len, his eyes haggard, his hands torn
and bleeding. His shirt and trousers
and “cruisers” were wrecks, the latter
scorched, charred, and broken in a
dozen places. Woods equipment he
It Was a Rose.
had none beyond a hunting knife belt¬
ed at the smail of his back. All else
had been either consumed in the for¬
est fire or stolen by his Indian guide
who had subsequently died while at-*
tempting to murder his employer.
Since that event, the man had suc¬
ceeded in losing himself completely.
In seeking shelter from the thunder¬
storm, he had lost touch with his only
known and none too clearly located
landmarks. Then, after a night passed
without a fire in the lee of a ragged
bluff, he had waked to discover the
sun rising in the west and the rest Of
the universe sympathetically upside
down; and aimlessly ever since he had
stumbled and blundered in the maze
of those grimly reticent fastnesses, for
the last few hours haunted by a fear
of failing reason—possessed by a no¬
tion that he was dogged by furtive
enemies—and within the last hour the
puppet of blind, witless panic.
But even as he strove to calm him¬
self and rest, the feeling that some¬
thing was peering at him from behind
a mask of undergrowth grew intoler
ably acute.
At length he jumped up, glared wild¬
ly at the spot where that something
no longer was, flung himself fran¬
tically through the brush in pursuit of
it, and—found nothing.
With a great effort he pulled him¬
self together, clamped his teeth upon
the promise not again to give way to
hallucinations, and turned back to the
clearing.
There, upon the log on which he
had rested, he found—but refused to
believe he saw—a playing card, a
trey of hearts, face up in the sun
glare#
With a gesture of horror, Alan Law
fled the place.
While the sounds of his flight were
still loud, a grinning half-breed guide
stole like a shadow to the log, laughed
derisively after the fugitive, picked up
and pocketed the card, and set out
in tireless, cat-footed pursuit.
An hour later, topping a ridge of
rising ground, Alan caught from the
hollow on its farther side the music of
clashing waters. Tortured by thirst,
he began at once to descend in reck¬
less haste.
What was at first a gentle slope cov¬
ered with waist-deep brush and car¬
peted with leaf-mold, grew swiftly
more declivitous, a mossy hillside, as
steep as a roof, bare of underbrush,
and sparely sown with small cedars
through whose ranks cool blue water
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