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COBBS CREEK NEWS
The Easter Egg hunt at Fair
cloth School house Friday P. M. was
enjoyed by a large crowd.
Misses Ruth Harrelson, Lois and
Nella Herndon and brother, Nr. Guy
Herndon, died at the home of T. C.
Jewell Sunday afternoon.
Miss Nancy Cawley spent Satur
day night and Sunday with Miss Ida
Harden.
Mr. J. C. Mann of Vidalia High
School spent the week end with his
parents, Mr. and Mrs. P. M. Mann.
Miss Maude Denmark spent the
week end with her sister, Mrs. B. A.
Mosley.
Mr. Joe Brown Cook spent Satur
day night with Mr. John Curry Caw
ley.
Messrs Charlie Harden and Will
ford Cook was at the home of Mrs.
E. J. Kersey’s a short while Sunday.
Messrs Uriah Harden and Enoch
Odom spent Saturday night with Mr.
and Mrs. M. C. Harden.
Mrs. J. S. Brantley and children
spent Sunday with her mother, Mrs.
W. F. Cawley.
Mr. and Mrs. B. A. Mosley were
the afternoon guests of Mrs. Mosley’s
parents, Mr. and Mrs. T. B. Den
mark Sunday.
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Mr. and Mrs. H. F. Reynolds spent
Sunday afternon with Mr. and Mrs.
T. C. Jewell.
Miss Nancy Cawley and Mr. Will
ford attended the Easter Egg hunt
a t English Eddy School Saturday af
ernoon. (
Mr. W. F. Cawley and T. E. Den
mark made a business trip to Alston
I Saturday P. M.
Mrs. T. B. Denmark called at the
home of Mrs. J. E. Denmark Monday.
Messers T. C. Jewell, Sr. and T.
I C. Jewell, Jr. made a business trip to
Lyons Monday A. M.
Miss Ruth Brantley was the after
noon guest of Miss Loree Jewell.
Miss Leola Denmark had as her
guests Sunday Misses Willie Mae
and Mary Bell Sconyers.
MARVIN NEWS
The Sunday School here and at
I Providence was enjoyed by all that
! were present Sunday.
Miss Thelma Autrey was the din
ner guest of Miss Edna Elkins Sun
day.
Miss Leola Thompson of South
Thompson is visiting relatives here
this week.
j A large crowd attended prayer
meeting at Mr. A»trey’s Sunday
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THE LYONS PROGRESS, LYONS, GEORGIA.
.night.
Miss Vann met with the club girls
of this community last Wednesday,
-and planned having an ice cream sup
•per here Friday night, April 25th.
Miss Vollie Collins is spending a
few days in Savannah this week.
Miss Nora Mahoney who has been
visiting relatives in Toombs has re
turned to her home in Fitzgerald.
Mrs. Gertrude Smith who has been
visiting her sister, Mrs. DeWitt near
South Thompson has returned to her
home.
Remember preaching here next
Sunday. Everybody come.
MT. MORIAH NEWS
We are having some fine weather
for farming now days.
| Mrs. E. J. Giles was visiting her
daughter, Mrs. J. M. Meadows, Sat
urday P. M.
Mr. G. W. Wilson made a business
trip to Lyons Saturday.
I Mr. Roderick Harden and brother,
Joe, were in our village Sunday.
Mias Lona Wilson and brothers,
Aaron and Arlin, were visiting their
grandparents, Mr. and Mrs. M. W.
Wilson of near Collins Sunday.
Mr. Sid Sharpe was in our village
Saturday.
i We are glad to see Mr. Ben Bar
, field out again after a few days ill
ness.
Mr. Rod Harden spent a few hours
at the home of Mr. G. W. Wilson
Saturday P. M.
Mr. J. C. Wilson spent a short
while with his mother Wednesday ol
last week.
Mr. Edward Wilson of near Col
lins was in our village Wednesday.
The Easter program at Mt. Mor
iah Sunday night was enjoyed by a
large crowd.
Mrs. W. E. Kirkland has as her
guest Saturday night, Mrs. C. W.
Bremer and children.
Mr. and Mrs. W. O. Talley of
Ohoopee spent a short while Sunday
with his mother, Mrs. E. J. Giles.
G. W. Wilson spent a short while
with T. M. McDonald Sunday P. M.
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EXPLOSION KILLS
WIFE OF BANKER
MRS. PAUL J. BROWN IS KILLED
BY EXPLOSION OF GAS
WATER HEATER
STATE NEWS OF INTEREST
Brief News Items Gathered Here
And There From All Sections
Os The State
Albany.—Mrs. Paul J. Brown, wife
of the president of the Albany Ex
change National bank, died at her
home here recently as the result of
Injuries received about an hour earlier
*ben a gas water heater in the bath
room of her home exploded.
T he exact manner in which the acci
dent occurreu is not clear. Airs.
Brown .remained unconscious aftei
she had been found in the bathroom,
dhe had tone into the bathror.n a
few minutes before, and when hei
servants reached her they found her
helpless She apparently had not be<-n
burned, though towels and other arti
cles in the room were scorched.
A fire alarm was sounded, and
firemen who reached the Brown home
In a few minutes immediately began
the use of a pulmoter in an attempt
to restore Mrs. Brown to conscious
ness.
Clemency Denied 55 Petitioners
Atlanta.—Out of 72 pleas for clem
ency submitted to the Georgia prison
commission at its April session, the
commission refused to recommend
pardon, parole, probation or commuta
tion in 66 cases. All cases reviewed
have been sent to Governor Walker
fir his consideration, it was stated by
William G. Mcßae, pardon clerk. Rec
ommendations for seven paroles, six
cor. mutations, two pardons and two
pro’ ations are included in the other
sev nteen cases. Among the cases in
which clemency was not recommended
was that of J. H. Buessee, former
cashier of the Bank of Gray, of Gray,
Ga., who is serving seven years on
embezzlement charges to which he
pled guilty. Another case in which
parole was refused with that ol
•Claude West, former secretary to Gov
ernor Hugh M. Dorsey, who was con
victed of embezzlement of state funds.
Plan To Reduce Water Rates
Atlanta.—A tentative step toward
water rate reduction was made by the
finance committee of council in desig
nating the chairman, Alderman J. R.
Bachman, and Waterworks Superin
tendent W. Zode Smith to work out
a new scale of water rates to give
800 cubic feet instead of 600 cubic
feet of water for a minimum charge
of >1 and to scale down the rate for
larger quantities in the same propor
tion. They are to report the reduc
tion such a sevlslon would make in
waterworks receipts, in order that
similar revision of the city’s budget
can be considered at a later meeting
of the committee.
Inaugurates Drive Against Rats
Sparta.—County Agent S. D. Truitt
announces that he will inaugurate a
“rat killing campaign” in the next
few weeks. The rodents have become
so numerous that much damage is be
ing done to all kinds of foodstuffs.
Many of them are large wharf rats
that will soon destroy a whole brood
of young chickens. The agent Intends
to put on an intensive campaign, and
will no doubt get the full co-operation
of all the citizens of the town.
Is Elected Insurance Men’s Head
Columbus. —Coke Davis, of Atlanta,
was elected president of the Georgia
Association of Insurance Agents at
the concluding session of the twe
days’ annual convention. The other
officers elected are: Julian Thomas,
Atlanta, first vice president; F. W.
Clark. Savannah, second vice presi
dent, and Albert R. Menard, secre
tary and treasurer. The next meet
ing place is to be decided by the ex
ecutive committee to be named by the
president.
Atlanta Negro Klllad At Madison
Madison. —The body of Lawrence
Bachelor, 35, negro, of Atlanta, was
found In a road five miles from here,
with bulet holes through his neck and
heart. He had come back to his old
home in Morgan county for Easter.
Sheriff Baldwin found Charley Bache
lor, in a swamp, and is holding him
In connection with the murder. Law
rence has a wife and five children in
Atlanta.
Atlanta Girl Wins Shorter Scholarship
Rome. —President D. J. Blocker, of
Shorter college, has officially an
nounced the award to a student of the
Atlanta High schol through Miss Jes
sie Muse, the principal of a tuition
scholarship at Shorter. The scholar
ship is valued at 3160, and is good for
the freshman year.
Four Hurt In Auto Truck Crash
Atlanta. —Four llveß were endanger
ed In a crash between a heavy motor
truck and a touring car at Washington
and Rawsoa streets. All four persons
escaped with minor injuries. I. A.
Zion, of the Comfort Furniture com
pany, 160 Whitehall street, who was
hurt the most, had his right arm
mashed and suffered bad bruises about
the shoulders and chest. He was driv
ing the truck. The touring ca£. which
was driven by Hugh L. Mullinax, of
Stone Mountain, contained two
women, whose names are unknown.
t UP TO THE
| HIGH-WATER
MARK
Br ANNA M. CORDON
(•, 1194, By McClure N«w«»up«r Syndicate.)
“Gldap, gidapl I tell you,” Jennie
Ross energetically shook the reins over
old Betsy’s broad black back. “ ’Taln’t
no time to be stopping now, at your
Journey’s end.”
Sandwiched In on her high driver's
■eat by a clinging little black-haired
lass on each side, sbe dug her elbows
•harply into each small shoulder, strug
gling for room as the old black mare,
thus urged, suddenly rounded the
corner by Seth Warren’s high white
water tower, and sfurted stiff gallop
ing down the shell-strewn, rocky lane
leading to Maxwell’s Cove.
Around her the hot dusty sand blew
in heavy clouds at each revolution of
the wheels. Behind her the top-heavy
load of furniture, packed all too In
securely on the rickety wagon, creaked
and swayed with a grinding, shifting
motion. Yet, down the lane the wagon
bumped, swinging in the ruts, slipping
on the rocks, creaking, straining at
every Joint until, with a quavering
neigh of triumph, old Betsy fetched up
with a heavy lurch directly at the
water's edge, beside a small gray fish
erman's shack on the left.
To the tune of the twin’s shrill yells,
a loud, protesting boy’s cries, appar
ently coming from the very top of the
load, old Betsy’s neighing, and Jennie
Ross’ loud “Whoa there !” —Captain
Maxwell waked abruptly from his
usual noon-day nap. His back-tilted
chair clattered upright to the floor.
“Hey, you; get out of here!” he
shouted, clumping down the steps, and
stumping haltingly across the sandy
Stretch of lawn barely In time to head
oft old Betsy as, whip in hand, and
with one eye on the load Jennie Ross
urged her In off the road.
Time was when all the inhabitants
on this side of Maxwell’s Cove were
neighbors; when tiny fishing shacks
dotted the rocky shore from one end
to the other; when one man’s shore lot
was every man’s shore lot. Then
everybody turned In across Maxwell’s
path back of the garden to his own
shore lot quit** as a matter of course.
But the coming of the summer homes,
and the modern methods of financier
ing, had changed all this.
Back into the rocky lane Captain
Maxwell angrily backed old Betsy.
“There ain't no one going to cross my
land," snarled he, brandishing his cane
in the air. The crazy load swayed
perilously.
“But I’ve got to!” Jennie leaned for
ward In her earnestness. “Seth War
ren gave me the use of that little
house yonder.” She pointed to the low
weather-stained cottage adjoining Cap
tain Maxwell’s shack on the far side.
“Go down over his land from the
road, then,” shrilled the angry little
man. “Seth Warren ain’t bought me
out yet, far’s I know.”
“But I can’t get the wagon over
planted fields, and stone walls,” Jen
nie argued, flushing as she flicked Old
Betsy’s sides ever so little with the
whip. The mare started forward.
Again Captain Maxwell sprang to
her head, this time backing her around
viciously. The twins screamed.
“Knock the old geezer down, and go
right along, ma,” defied the boy, jump
ing to the ground.
“You will not cross over one foot of
that land,” shouted the captain, fairly
shaking with rage. “Right there, right
there up to where that high-water
mark comes, every Inch of that land
belongs to me, and I ain’t bought out
yet, though there’s those as would
like to do it.” He grounded his cane
firmly Into the sand. Indicating the
side limit of his lot as well as the
front boundary.
Jennie Ross clambered wearily to
the ground. Her lean, brown arms
shook with the unaccustomed exertion
of driving. “Captain Maxwell,” 6he
turned her soft brown eyes on the
■puttering man barring her progress,
“ain't you never bad no ene te take
care of7" she pleaded. “Seth Warren
gave me the nae of that shack ’cause
I’ve got to be both father and mother
to these three children.”
The captain’s blurred blue eyes,
which had softened with sympathy at
the powerful pleading of the slender
little mother, suddenly glinted cold as
crystal at the mention of this deadly
enemy who had ruined the peace of
the cove for him with his modern
building notions.
“It don’t cost Seth no exertion to
give you that old shack,” he grimaced.
“Go tell him, I said to move you, and
keep off my land doing it.” He shook
his fist threateningly at the mimicking
boy.
For a moment Jennie stood helpless,
bn the one side water lapped gurgllng
ly over Jagged rocks; on the other
rose the steep hill down which she
had Just driven the heavy load of
furniture. From where she stood she
could glimpse Seth Warren’s oyster
wharf. It was not so far, If one might
cross to It In a straight line, but al
though the tide was turning, the waves
■till splashed high against the sea
wall. She would not think of cross
ing through the fine gardens of the
summer homes. Around the road she
must go.
With a few directions to the boy.
and taking a twin by each hand, she
started over the hill. The glaring sun
beat mercilessly down upon the white
shell, road. Her footsteps lagged, her
cheeks burned, her thiD shoulders
sagged drearily. Hardly conscious of
passing houses, or meeting people, she
stumbled on.
“Seth’s gone to the city for the day,”
was her greeting from the man open
ing oysters in the shed. The tears
started to her eyes, her lips quivered.
“Come now, Missus Ross,” soothed
the kind-hearted man, awkwardly.
“Just you walk back, and stand by
that load until six, and I’ll help you
myself, if I have to carry every stick
of furniture down over Seth’s lot."
“No, I can’t wait that long.” She
smiled weurily, turning to go. "I prom
ised faithfully to have the horse back
by six. They'll be waiting at tbe
stable for him.”
“It’s a burning shame," muttered the
man to himself. Aloud he called, run
ning to tbe door: "Don't go over tbe
hill, Missus Ross. Tbs tide’s fur
enough out so you can follow tbe shore
along now."
A stiff, salty, satisfying breeze s*ept
in across the water, as Jennie once
more turned towaTd Maxwell’s Lane,
picking her way carefully over the
glistening wet rocks. The twins, happy
in the freedom of the shore, skipped
rapidly about, gathering star-fish, peri
winkles, bright green sea moss. De
spite her perplexity, Jennie's fine
brown eyes gleamed bright with fond
ness as she watched them. Somehow
she had never dreamed that their
bright, laughing father could die and
leave her so penniless, so hopelessly
alone.
“I’ve Just got to look after them,”
she decided. “How shall I get that
furniture Into the house?” she asked
of the blue sky above, of the glisten
ing rocks, of the swift moving breeze,
of anything that might hear and fling
back a fitting answer. And as If In
answer to her searching question the
sun, which had been sheltering under
a cloud, suddenly threw down a thou
sand sparkles, starting up the white
winged sea gulls, making of the cove
a glittering, blue fairyland, a site to
be desired.
In the distance as she walked she
could discern Captain Maxwell, still
keeping watch over the load of furni
ture. Before his house the shore,
rock-ribbed and treacherous, dipped
abruptly. Yet she must do it. Digging
her heels hard In the wet sand, she
hastened determinedly toward the
wagon.
Over the wheel she climbed, even
while the boy protested, and the twins
blubbered, purposefully seating her
self. Gathering up the reins in her left
hand and grasping the whip In her
right, she energetically belabored old
Betsy. The wheels, deep in the sand,
held fast. She urged old Betsy «n.
The wagon started with a sudden jerk.
The load swayed to the left, to the|
right; the wheels slipped; the water
splashed over the hubs; old Betsy
stumbled.
“Hey, stop, you’ll be killed! Are
you crazy?” shouted the terrified cap
tain, stumping hard down the piazza
steps.
Gripping the reins still tighter, she
plied the whip again, and again. Past
the small gray shack, past the speech
less captain, the crazy load careened
triumphantly. An Involuntary twinkle
of admiration lighted up the doughty
little captain’s blurred eyes. He
straightened up his bowed shoulders.
“Hey, there!” he shouted, running
alongside the wagon, and steadying as
best he could the moving wheels. Jen
nie Ross held in the reins ever so lit
tle, waiting.
“When you go through on foot, take
the old path back of the garden,”
shouted the captain.
Old Barrel Makes Ideal
Bathtub for the Birds
* The lot at the rear of our home we
have fitted up as a bird sanctuary, and
we are greatly enjoying the visita
tions and carols of the birds which
are our Invited guests.
In the center of the sanctuary is
the birds’ open,-air bath and drinking
fountain, made from a barrel left
here by the plasterers when our home
was built. The value of the barrel
for the purpose was discovered quite
by accident one day after a heavy
shower. The barrel stood bottom up
and It was covered with an inch of
sparkling rain water. •
We thought nothing of It. at the
time. But an hour or so lator from
our study window, which overlooks
the bird sanctuary, we saw a blue
jay fly down and get a drink from the
water en the barrel. Not long after
that a pair of mourning doves ap
peared and gave themselves a delight
ful shower bath before they flew
away.
That gave ns an idea. We already
had a good-sized lunch counter at
tached to one of the oak trees. Now
we went out and smoothed off the
ground, laid a foundation of inch
boards, and placed the barrel on them.
Then we used a carpenter’s level to
make sure that the bottom would hold
an inch of water r.U the way around.
Then we gave the improvised bird
bath two coats of Ivory-colored paint—
white Is too glaring In Florida sun
shine —and let it set hard. After that,
to make the birds’ watering-place
more attractive, we planted marigolds
around the barrel, with coleus in be
tween them.
For the one American dollar and
small amount of time we expended In
fitting up this bird sanctuary, we are
constantly receiving both knowledge
and pleasure in studying our bird
guests and listening to their singing
recitals.—Best Morehouse in Our
Dumb Animals. •
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