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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." i* * * « */* * * 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.", , - * •: ; i.t.i V • 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. 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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. 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