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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. I “Feed from the Checkerboard 1 I Bag ‘” I I If you don’t need it now- 9 See us ■ We may" interest you. 9 I New’s Grocery 1 I LYONS GA. Phone Seven Nine 9 I I s x6s RUNABOUT StmrUr andDtmounloU* Rium ill •1- I ®^^ • "if* »* ■, f • The Lowest Priced Two'Passenger Car The Ford Runabout is the most economical car lor personal transportation known. Priced lower than any other motor car, its maintenance and running expenses are in keeping with its present low cost. To salesmen and others who average a high daily mileage in business, the Runabout has a special appeal both for its operating economy and its convenience in making city and suburban calls. . Detroit, Michigan .- jT- See the Nearest Authorized Ford Dealer * * »> ’ M CARS • TRUCKS • TRACTOR.S 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 . i 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. FOR OVER 200 YEARS haarlem oil has been a world wide remedy for kidney, liver and bladder disorders, rheumatism, lumbago and uric acid conditions. correct internal troubles, stimulate vital organs. Three sizes. All druggists. Insist on the original genuine Gold Medal- 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. • Wants of Nations The Department of Commerce re ports that Italy wants false teeth,* Canada wants chicken coops, England fudge and South Africa traps to catcl^