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THE NEWNAN HERALD, NEWNAN, GA„ FRIDAY. JULY 22, 1921
What the
Mirror Told
By ANNA WYNNE
(Copyright.)
The girl slipped out of the brightly-
lighted cabin to the deck, and chose
a seat In a dim and deserted spot,
dose to the rail.
Once, Indeed, she did Bay softly:
“Oh, Lord! I'm that glad—honeBt I"
The two, who paced the deck leis
urely at some little distance, ap
proached her at length, coming so di
rectly and with such evident Intent
that she looked up.
Then she rose at once and stood be
side her chair, for one was the cloaked
and veiled black figure of a nun, with
beads and snowy bands and deftly-
plaited wimple.
“Sister and I have been talking
about you," said her young companion:
She was black-dad, too, slender, pale,
• and grave.
"She’s going to be one, too," flashed
through the mind of the girl, “poor
thing I"
“And sister Is so glad and happy for
you—and so am I—that your father
did such a wonderful thing. We
heard; all the passengers know. How
proud you must bo of him?”
Something In the sad young'votce
pierced the reserve of the girl’s pent-
up emotion, and though she struggled
for self-control os she met the eyes of
the speaker, the rise and fall of her
breast quickened and she pressed her
hands over her quivering face as she
burst Into tears.
“Ain’t I, though?" she sobbed, "that
proud. B—bub—but—■" Her voice
Called.
The young woman looked doubtful
for~nn Instant, glancing at the nun;
then Bteppod nearer to the girl and
pushed toward her the chktr she had
occupied,
“There," she said gently, “you are
overwrought—cry It out; It’s the best
way."
“ ’Tnln’t that," protested the girl;
“It’s how I always felt till now. Sup
pose he’d been killed and me never
different—oh—h 1
“It’s tough for n girl to feel at a
parent like I always felt'nt pop—but
his getting In Jail for seven years
when I was a kid done It.
"It seemed like treating morn kind
i o/ thin with three of us ulrendy and
the twins, when he wasn’t gone six
months. And it’s n cinch what a
man’s up ngnlnst when ho .gets out.
“It don’t tnke no clairvoyant to see
trouble ahead for him, good and plen
ty. Pop’s been out over five years
now, and say, honest—well, there's a
lot of hot air biowed about the broth
erhood of man—I hear It at the union,
but take It from me—rot I That's
wlint.
“They ain’t nobbdy playing that
game with Jailbirds—they're poor re
lations."
Bitter lines In the little old-young
face deepened and her mouth shut
grimly,' but she did not pause long.
Indeed, she talked with an eager
breathlessness which showed a heart
flUJ to bursting,
t The "somber - linblt of one listener
took all strangeness from the fact that
she talked to strangers, Sim .needed,
to tnlk—how she needed to taHt!" ““
“All , pop needed was a chance—I
know now; I learnt that yesterday and
today. But It took this, steamboat
company Job, and a busted boiler, and
next door to his dying for me to find
It out.'!
I fjhe fell to sobbing again softly, and
nothing was said hntll the voice of
the young woman asked: “Did you
tell him?"
She shook her. head, sobbing hard
er. “Tell him—nothing,” she Jerked
forth, “when I Been him laying In that
hospital bed, with bandages nil Sver
him, most up to his eyes, and them
kind of hollow-looking, like he'd seen
a whole lot of ghosts; It all come over
me and I flumped rtght down, hanging
onto his hand—one ain’t burned, only
the arm down to the elbow—and only
saying, ’Poir—oh, pop, my poor old
^ The young woman’s dark eyes grew
darker; the nun's head, with moving
Ups, bent above the beads. “And what
did he say?” asked the soft voice In
the alienee.
“Blme-by he says, choky, 'Is your
ma all right?'
“Then I remembered to tell him
how her rheumatism kept her home,
eo I bad got off for two days and the
company let me come tip on one of
the boats; and how the man from the
company come to see mom and called
him another Jim Bludso—some follow
out West, he was.
“Said he’d Baved hundreds of lives:
and would get a Carnegie sure—and
then I began boo-hoolng, and he smiled
twlstyllke and said, ‘I'm glad I got the
chance, for your sake, Mamie, and
your ma’s. It seemed as If I wasn’t
going to get no chance, though—some
men never does, Mamie'; some men
never does.’”
The young woman leaned forward
and put her hands on Mamie Flynn's,
knees, looking eagerly Into her face.
“Will you do something for me?"
she asked, “or for sister—It’s the
same thing."
The girl glowed delightedly. “Say,"
ehe said warmly, "anything I can, you
bet."
The other laughed a little. “You
are the company’s guest on this boat
tonight.”
“Well, then—here’s what I Want
The boat Is crowded—there Isn’t a
|room to be had—and sister and I had
no chance to reserve one at Albany.
She Isn’t very well—nor very youDg.
,Wtil you share yours with her?"
The pleasure which the request gave
Mamie Flynn was so obvious that even
the stem reserve of the nun relaxed.
“I will go In with sister now,” re
sumed the young companion. “It Is
her retiring time; good-night The
;door will be unlocked for you."
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It was such a queer dream—a dream
In which she knew It was a dreamt
For a suffocating Instant her heart
stopped still with horror—then leaped
.madly Into her throat 1
Darkness enveloped the room except
where, through a chink In the blind,
| a long, pale finger of dawn shone dl-
irectly onto a small hand-mirror hung
jto catch It Before this stood a figure
in long, black, trailing robes—the fig
ure of the nun—shaving!
She saw the uncovered, close-
cropped head plainly from the shadow
of her bunk, and the white face as It
was reflected In the glass—a young
face, markd with tense lines; not bad,
but perhaps a little weak; boyish, In
spite of thofee terrible tight lines and
that unmistakable, chalky pallor.
Even th’e blue eyes had the strained
look; suffering was stamped on every
.feature and emphasized In the ghastly,
grayish morning light,
Then the fascination gave place tc
fear, and her lids contracted and shut
her back Into darkness.
The man’B movements were noise,
less, save for the sound of his razor.
Then came a dreadful Interval ol
absolute silence, during which her owe
breathing seemed too deafening to be
borne.
What Instant would she feel the
blade bite her quivering throat? Oi
would It be swifter than the agony 11
brought—the flaming, piercing, scarlet
agony I
Supine under the bewildering terroi
she lay, not even simulating sleep, ye|
appearing to sleep profoundly.
The man worked quickly and then
Slipped again into his berth, with a
Blgh of relief.
' “Good morning, Miss Mamie Flynn,’
■cried the captain as she came out Ints
,the bright morning light. "Sleep al 1
right?"
She nodded without speaking.
During breakfast she determined
what to do, but she could not make ut
: her mind Just how she would tell, and
| when she was again at the eaptalnh
j side she had regained her poise and
i composure.
; "That’s a menn-looklng man," sht
said, nodding her lieud toward the fig.
lure that had passed her Just as sh<
came upon Captain Pllklns.
"I seen him last night. If he aln’i
; got the sneaking, fox-face, walking
■ nround and popping up like a Jack-ln
I the box I
“Phew 1" said the captain, and thet
laughed. He was "the real fine old
i kind of sen (log, an he had a fine
i old laugh, “Know who that Is?" h(
laughed.
"No,” she answered, with some im
patience; "how should I?”
Captain Pllklns’ face straightened
"Well,’’ said he Impressively—but tin
corners of hls^eyes crinkled—“thati
Grant, the detective—Buckner Grant
Biggest man In the service.
"He’s looking for'young Darrow
.that broke Slag-Slug two days ago;
; thinks he may be aboard this "boat
! There’s a thousand reward up foi
narrow;’ .v--,..
!'" Mamie Flynn drew In her breatl
and opened her mouth—then shut l 1
, again. Far along the deck Bhe caught
sight of two figures—a man and i
I slender girl—approaching 1
• She watched as they drew near un
til the vision of a worn and hunted
man lying on a high little cot, swathe;
In bandages, suffering yet, with t
. strange, new light In his eyes, blnrret
everything for a moment; then shi
heard a tired voice say, brokenly
“Some men never get a chance
Marne—"
"Buckqer Grant emerged from a com
panlonway in time to see her wall
straight toward the two with hand:
extended, and say:
“Sister was asleep, so I come off
.still, I rested fine. And wasn’t It flm
il seen you—I’m so glad. Pm comini
lout to school to vespers Sunday aftei
next, sure.
“Don’t forget, give my love to Llzzli
McManus, will you, Miss Barson!
Good-by; no—go down that way—dowi
.them stairs back there. The.gate tt
(get oft at Is back there—ain’t It, Cap
tain Pllklns?”
Captain Pllklns bowed and sainted
and they turned In the direction indt
cated. Mamie Flynn went along a fev
steps. In fancy she saw the youni
wife sitting sewing, sewing on thi
nun’s garments. Were they correct il
.every detail, or was the piercing gaa
of Grant detecting some flaw, ever
!now?
"Good-by, Miss Barson," s$e salt
again.
“Good-by, dear,” came the aeswer
There was no tremor In the aweel
lyoung voice, bnt the last, swift w
dering look of the startled eyes Belt
a flash which swept oyer Mamie Ftynr
like the peace of heaven, making he:
soul warm and glad.
! She turned around, absolutely con
isclence-clear through the inward Ulu
jnilnatlon which followed lnstantly-
jand came back with almost a strut
] "Friends of yours?" said the cap
;-taln, smiling, In his nice way. Gran 1
1 still lingered near.
! “Yep," she answered proudly. "Ain’;
Miss Barson grand? Sister Just thlnki
: everything qfher and takes her'every
; where. Ain’t she beautiful f" Gee—
i think of her, .maybe some day. belnj
a- nun—Gee! .Maybe—some day.", ,
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FIGURES IN POLISH HISTORY
CountOM Potocka, of Obscure Birth,
Became Wife of Qreat Nobleman
ef That Country.
The Countess Potocka lived Obscure
ly In the days between the first and
second partitions of Poland, She was
bore in 1TI<0, and was the daughter of
a Greek shoemaker at Constantinople.
Her Extraordinary beauty and her pov
erty brought her to misfortune. A
French consul named Boscamp took
her away from Constantinople to Po
land. There she Is said to have mar
ried a Russian general, and later to
have divorced him.
Then she married Count Stanlslaw
Felix Potocka, one of the wealthiest
noblemen of Europe, a Pole of great
Influence but alight ability, who Is re
garded as a traitor who did mnch to
bring ruin to Poland. The countess
lived for many years In Berlin, where
her beauty created n furore In the
ranks of society. She died there In
1822.
Count Potocka was the Rockefeller
of Poland. He owned several castles
and enormous estates, possessing In
the Ukraine alone no less than 3,000,-
000 acres. When he became of age he
married secretly a very attractive
cousin. When the story of their elope
ment was divulged there were terrible
scenes. Although he was old enough
to be a husband Felix was flogged find
his young wife, berated and shunned,
finally threw herself into a pond to es
cape her persecutors.
CHOSE POOR PLACE TO REST
Traveler In 8paln Not Fully Aware ae
to Just What Uiet Bede Were
Sometimes Put.
An American tells of a visit he once
made to the town of Yuste, In the
northwestern corner of Spain. He
had sought rest under discouraging
circumstances, after a ride-on mule-
back over miles of dusty road. While
the hostess of- the Inn was preparing
his dinner he proposed to himself to
rest upon the bed In the public room.
Nothing could, he says, have been
more tempting than that cool white
bed, after Ills laborious trip, and with
out saying n word to the Senora Pa-
rono, he threw himself at full length
upon it.
Scarcely had he done so when a
shriek arose, and the little woman
flew at him like a wild creature. She
seized him and dragged him off the
bed with the strength of two men.
He was too much dazed to resist, but
retreated before her.
“Oh, Dios mio, Dios mtol" slie
shouted. “They are ruined—ruined!”
wiiereupon she tore back the cover of
the bed, and to the traveler’s amaze
ment disclosed row after row of bis
cuits 1 iphey had been placed there
to rise. To rise! Down the._.center
of the rows his weight had flattened
them beyond recognition; only at the
farthest edge had a few escaped.
PUmlce Should Make Us Bright.
Pumice Is formed by the solidifica
tion of the foam produced on molten
lava by the escape of gases. The In
side makeup of high-grade pumice is
cellular and the specific gravity of the
stone Is so low that dry pumice floats
In water. The known deposits on dry
land ' are not considerable, although
the stone Is scattered over large areas
of the world's ocean bed.
Italian pumice Is the highest grade
known to the trade. The volcanic is
land of Laprl lying off the north coast
of Sicily about 40 miles from the Ital
ian mainland, Is the seat of the indus-
Pumlce Is used chiefly by automo
bile and carriage manufacturers, mar
ble workers, lithographers, platers and
manufacturers of patent leather and
enamel. Crushed to powder, It Is used
for scouring and polishing. Shipments
amounting to 8,800,000 pounds of
pumice were made to the United
States in the six months from January
to June, 1920, by one firm in LlparL
IN MEMORY OF CLARENCE BILBO.
On April 19, 1921, our community was
shocked to hear of the untimely rioith
of Clarence Bilbo. He was reared In
Welcome community, loved and b glily
esteemed by all who knew him. Ho was
baptized Into Providence Baptist church
In the summer of 1918 and remained a
consistent member until his death. Ho
was also a faithful member of the Sun
day-school and leader of the B. Y. P. U.
The last farewells have been spoken,
and with aching heartB we havo said,
“Good-bye,” until we meet again. The
only comfort we have 1b that he now
walks with God; that his Father is lead
ing him into more delightful Helds of
happiness, and that our loss is his eter-
nnl gain. He carried to heaven a yo i lg
Christian heart. Let us live in Hope of
meeting Clarence ngain in the beautiful
beyond,
0, how sad aiid heart-breaking It was
for his loved ones to give him up I We
know It will be dark and dreary for
them in the home, and we will miss him;
but he has gone where there is no more
suffering. But, though gone, he is not
forgotten. The Lord haB taken our treas
ure to draw our affections from earth,
because we know that God is wise and
makes no mistakes.
Clarence was just merging into man
hood, his tragic death occurring only a
few days before his eighteenth birthday.
He has left a mother, father, one brother,
besides many other relatives and friends
to mourn his death.
“Oh, call not back the dear departed,
Anchored safe where storms are o’er;
On the borderland we left him.
Soon to meet and part no more;
When we leave this world of changes,
When we leave thiB world of care,
We shall find our missing loved one
In oiir Father’s mansion fair.”
Onristine Hubbard.
Newnan, Ga.
“I AM ,10 BLAME,” CONSCIENCE
CRIES.
An exchange brings an account of the
tragic death of a lovely young girl whoso
head was crushed when the car went
over an embankment, when she was rid
ing with several young friends.
“It was my fault, for I looking back
talking to those on the rear seat when
the accident happened,” was the heart
broken cry of the young man who was
driving the car.
“My fault!” O,-the Horror of itl
As long as life lasts the picture will
never fade from his memory, nor the
self-accusation cease from his conscience-;-
No need to ever-again admonish him
to be careful; but his regret and mental
anguish should serve as a warning to
the many thousand who sit at the wheel
of an automobile. The eye and atten
tion of the driver - should be given to
his machine and the road, and no pas
senger should distract him by conver
sation tended tb divert his mind from
his business, for the safety of those
in the ear depend upon his s.trict watch
over the machine.
Most accidents might be avoided, many
a life spared, and years of vain regret
prevented by the observance of this rule.
o ;
Despite the fact that the United
States wub “dry” last year, France
supplied this country with 285,250 bot
tles /of- her finest champagnes.
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stantly feeding the million* of tiny CELLS which form
the entire body orjranlum. On the proper action of the
Heart, or the CELLS which cotnpoee the Heart, depends
the proper delivery of food and air and the removal of
polnonou* waste matter. Being the most vital organ of
the human body, it I* alno one of the most ecnatttve, and
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WHITMAN’S CHOCOLATES
The Sampler is an assort"
ment of Whitm an’s best
Candies, famous the nation
over with lovers of choco
lates and confections, We
store i^in a refrigerator
case—$1.50 the pound in
1 lb., 2 lb, 3 lb. and 5 lb.
packages.
LEE-KING DRUG CO.
A GOOD DRUG STORE—TWO PHONES—66
Much Iron-In.Philippines.
The finest unworked iron fields In!
the world have been discovered in the
Philippines,- according to a report fregn
government experts recently received
by the United States bureau of foreign
and domestic commerce, says the
Washington Post The quantities of
ore adjacent to good harbors, they
state, will be sufficient to assure the
future iron and steel production In the •
United States for generations. Already
land believed to contain more than
500,000,000 tons has been surveyed. De
posits on the Island of Mindanao are
believed to be without a rival. They
contain 275,000,000 tons close to good
harbors and 130,000,000 tons within
easy transportation distance of Dajkln
bay, perhaps the best natural harbor
on the Islands. Only crude Iron work
In primitive smelters Is being carried
on at present ,
The Defiling Hand of Man.
It is a humiliating reflection that
man, when be comes In his numbers,
defiles and defaces, and makeB ngly
more than the wild beast One has
but to find his trail on any green
place. The'brange. peels, the dirty and
torn newspapers, the old boots, the
broken crockery and utensils, have
power to destroy beauty and peace and
banish the Spirit of Place. When be
stretches out a hand over what once
was countryside, how depressing are
his little houses, his clinker paths, in
fields where the mole delved industri
ously from dawn to dark, where the
lark climbed a thousand winding
stairs. Into Heaven.—Catherine Tynan
In the King’s Highway.
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