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CLIFF C. HATCHER INSURANCE AGENCY INSURANCE. srepresenting; Organized. Assets June 1, 1906. Surplus June' 1, 1906. $13,076,842.92 $4,180,083.19 1845 11,207,849.43 1,669,813.87 2,060,700.49 825,005.74 2,874,140.29 , 994,739.68 8,325,402.43 2,032,693.94 6,061,760.17 1,712,626.08 6,973,404.18 1,010,423.47 1864 21,411,439.43 4,303,931.08 8,340,691.53 2,951,777.09 1853 3,095,672.64 886,894.97 1,924,696.79 1,000,000.00 ....1897 2,044,634.33 837,065.22 ....1892 795,669.75 505,140.35 ' $88,192,404.38 $22,960,194.58 COMBINED ASSETS $88,192,404.38 COMBINED SURPLUS $22,960,194.58 We Invite Your Attention to the Above Financial Standing of Our Couples as of June 1,1906, After All Losses Have Been Provided for, Including San Francisco Losses. We Solicit Your Business and Will Protect Your Interest. Information Concerning Insurance Gladly Furnished. Prompt Attention Given to All Business. Both Phones 44. 220-1-2-3-4-S-6-7 Prudential Building, Atlanta. DOUBLOONS A THRILLING NOVEL OF MYSTERY, TRAGEDY AND A STOLEN FORTUNE By EDEN" PHILLPOTTS AND ARNOLD BENNETT (Copyright, 3906, bj Eden Fhlltpotte and Arnold Benoett.1 CHAPTER XXIII. Thn Log. "What In the object of all thin?" Philip Inquired In a new voice, looking up suddenly and wiping hln face. "The object of all what?" "All ihln butchery, theft, lying and general acoundrellam?" Mr. Walter Pollexfen pauaed. "Let me read you aomethlng, ahall I?” he aald. , "It you will anawer my question.” ’ Pollexfen, tor reply, opened hla Jack et and drew from the Inner pocket a large leather caae, and from the case lie extracted a document apparently consisting of several sheets fastened together, "Listen,” he said. And he began to read: "Praise be to God Almighty and to Gabriel—not to the archangel—but that merry Bend. Josephine Gabriel, our inptaln and commander. Today being the 4th of March, 1654, did our gal lant caravel of the black flag and white skull, oace known oa the Olive Branch, but of late more widely feared under the name of 'El Legato,' slip from the b<e of Monkey Island, nigh Grenada, and accost a certain Spaniard, who hud been,blown away from her consort over night,and here waddled, a lame duck with a broken leg, helpless, while her company struggled to make her shipshape. She was the 'Golconda,' and a golconda she proved. Our little hitch capered about her. like a mouse nund a cheese, and she fired a big gun once or twice, but whether to do us hurt or summon rescue I know not. Then Gabriel led us on. and ’twas Imtrhery, not battle, for the poor fools lulled upon heaven, and heaven, by good fortune, chanced happily to be otherwhere and replied not. Therefore, since providence could not come to them, they went to providence, and the I’urlbbee sharks fed full. So also did the sharks of 'El Legato.' At sunset two English privateers hove In sight, but when they reached the 'Golcortdn' she was a golconda no more. They I >und a great ship blazing as the netherwood beacon of hell, and a sea red with blood nnd Are. A thousand coveted things went down In her, and 'twas hard on Gabriel that providence suffered him not to mind his affairs a little matter of the day more. We, however, hed by no manner of means wasted the hours allotted unto us, and ere the Englishmen could come up we were snug In a favorite hiding place of Gabriel’s—a cover only to be dared In fair weather and then by none but small ships and brave navigators. "tin the north side of Grenada stand a grinning row of rocks, known as the Mermaid’s Comb,’ and behind them Isa tleep inlet. L’Ollonals showed It to us, and that Prince of Devils hoped by so 'Inlng, should we attempt It, to wreck n ur midget and leave him a rival the less; hut Gabriel Is aa good as L’Ol- I mals, or Morgan himself, In deep water, though he can not cut out a live heart and eat It with such appetite as ‘an they. Through the Mermaid's ' einb we crept and. before another 'lay dawned, bad carried our Immense booty to the sacred, secret, desolate shore Of the Grand Etang, that Inland lake of Grenada, where dwell all the West Indian devils of Obt and their queen, the Mother of the Rain. The place Is as safe from assault as Davy Jones and his locker, for neither nigger nor Carlb would dare to walk beside those silent waters of horror, or touch a twig or pluck a fruit In the haunted glades of the Grand Etang. "The 'Golconda' was in verity a treasure ship and briefly we had nigh one hundred thousand pleres of eight by her. We have tolled like demons, and by midnight we had sunk the last box In the Grand Etang. "This Is the guide to the hiding place of the boxes beside the Grand Etang. Start from the gray stone thnt thrusts a yard above the water on the west shore. Take paces two hundred to the East. Pace the sun at evening as It sets In mid November behind the Hill of Palms. Then take fourteen paces forthright 'Into the lake, which there hath a depth of live feet.” Pollexfen ceased and looked over the paper at Philip, his eyes glistening. "You perceive?” he said. "Then It’s sunk treasure, after all?” Philip exclaimed. "It,Is sunk treasure, after all,” Pol lexfen responded. "You ought not to have been deceived by my Ingenious references to Russian secret societies at the Inquest.” “I was not," Philip returned, "but I find the sunk treasure theme equally surprising." "Nevertheless," said Pollexfen, and Philip eould not but remark the avari cious glitter In his eyes, "the thing Is perfectly serious. What I have read to you Is a translation from the Span ish of the log of 'El Legato.’ My broth er was in possession of the whole his tory of the log. I need not read the rest to you. It relates how Master Gabriel and his crew wero called sud denly away by circumstances over which they had no control, leaving their treasure where they had sunk It. Two days later 'El Legato’ was captured anil gutted, and then sunk, only the crew being left In her. And there ex ists highly curious circumstantial proof that the treasure has never been die turbed to this day and hour." "In a word." Philip commented, "you are after doubloons." Doubloons Is precisely the term,” said Pollexfen. He then put the papers bark In his pocket, anil consulted his watch. "Ah!" he ejaculated, as If In relief. "You turn me round your little linger, young man. I give you.abso lutely all the Information you ask for. My trust In you Is such as to prove that throughout a career crowded with misfortune I have preserved at any rate some of my Illusions.” For the second time the ship trem bled to the beat of her engines. We arc off,” Pollexfen stated with a casual air. "I will have to leave you here for awhile, until we get out of the Thames. You might after nil Jump overboard and swim ashore, and so I would Just as soon keep you under my own eye. Your Incarceration will only bo for a few hours. All my excuses!" He departed, fastening the door on the outside. "Well.” Philip muttered to himself. I'm In for It.” And he began to cal culate by what dute he might hope to get back to England; and also to con sider whnt explanation of his conduct he should give to Mary Pollexfen. He decided, however, with the remarkable complacence of masculinity, that she would be overjoyed that he had saved bla life on no matter what terms. “To think," ho reflected, "that a man so extraordinary as this Pollexfen per son should be hoodwinked by u silly yarn about secret treasure. If this precious translation log isn’t a fraud I'll eat my hat. but to get It he has not stopped at murder. However, all ac tors have something bizarre In their composition and he's no exception.” He could now feel the motion of the yacht. He was 'hungry. CHAPTEffxxiV. A Ntw World. Sir Anthony Didrtng was looking at a map that billowed over his knees. "We've only got to turn Just a shade to the left, Instead of swinging clean round to the right, and tve go straight there," he said. "Upon my soul tt’s no distance at all." Mary Pollexfen leaned from her seat, and, glancing at the map, gave a polite assent to Tony's statement. Mrs. Ap pleby, without stirring, remarked that she never could understand maps, but that no doubt Tony was correct. They wero now approaching PIcca dllly Circus in a barouche, and the question wns now whether they should follow Shaftesbury avenue or turn down sharp toward Waterloo place. They wero on the promenade deck of the steam yacht Wanderer, thirteen days out from London, and the ques tlon was whether they should pro ceed direct to Grenada or call at Bridgetown, Barbndoes, which Is about half a day's sail nearer Charing Cross than any other Island of the West Indies. Sir Anthony’s phraseology In discussing the matter might have been held to provo that the maritime In stinct Is not born In all Englishmen, had It not been for the fact that In every minute detail of his dresB Sir Anthony showed sublime evidences of a true and deep feeling for the sea. As an amateur yachtsman he satisfied the eye If not the ear. Heaven In Atlanta, a cool veranda and a Tampa Custom House Cigar. AT ALL DEALERS. R. F. WYNNE, Distributor. The Wanderer waa doing twelve out her advertised thirteen knots through an ocean as flat as the Serpen tine. Dusk drew on, and the water had already lost some of Its glittering blue. The hush and melancholy of evening Invaded gently the white ves sel as she drove her funnel dnd her two masts across the Immense, mysterious floor, dragging after her the sombre scarf of her smoke. She seemed to be alone In the endless universe. To Mary Pollexfen It wns as If the voyage had begun far back In the ndsts of time and as If the unceasing beat of those en gines would continue forever Into eternity. "Sir Anthony," came a cold, polite voice from the bridge above. 'Well, captain?" We ahall make Bridgetown about 6 o'clock tomorrow morning." "It appears to me such a waste of time to call there,” said Tony. "Indeed." answered the captain, and supposing, Sir Anthony, there's no coal to be got at St. George Where are e then?" The tone wae mercllees. and yet Irre proachably courteous. Sir Anthony had In truth made a surprising discovery In ftftfd to ocean travel. He had found that nothing la easier than to hire a yacht. You go Into an office, sign some papers, write out checks, and the yacht Is yours for three months. But the surprising discovery was that the yacht can be yours and not yours at the same moment. Now at the commencement of the voyage Sir Anthony had committed the Indis cretion of mistaking the captain for the chauffeur. Kvim Auchengray, the chief engineer, was much more than a chauffeur, and aptaln Chetwode was much more than Auchengray. Captain Chetwodc's history was simple and tragic. The Wanderer, under another name (which we do not care to divulge), had once been the private yacht of a famous secretary of state for foreign affairs who hnppened to be an earl, and In .those days Captain Chetwode, who i reckoned to have some good blood In I ills own body, was a personage at Cowes and Oban. Then the eurl had sold the yacht In order to devote him self exclusively to motor cars and motor boats. Worse, he had sold her to a Arm of brokers who fell Into the habit of hiring her out at fanoy prices to rich fools Ignorant of the sea. Cap tain Chetwode, not obtaining Instant ly another employer equally distin guished with the earl, had accepted pro tempore, an offer from the brokers, and to hla own terrible disgust he bad re mained In command of the Wan derer ever since. He had slipped Into a rut, and he felt that he could never get out of It. He who once had the right to condescend to any owner who was not a member of the R. Y. 8., he who once had guided emperors and princes through the difficult tides of the Solent, ho who once had been round the world with an earl, a grandduke nnd a grandduchesa on board, waa now In command of a floating thing that he regarded as a mere excursion steamer, “Auchehgray," he had said one night after live whiskies, “It's no better than the blooming Midnight Sun." That he now had charge of a leading London Bandy with an historic tltta and one of the most celebrated and beautiful womemln England, was ap parently nothing to Captain Chetwode. They were not real yachting people. They were not of the elect. They had not moved In yachting circles; yachts were not their sole passion. They were trippers for Captain Chetwode, though the Wanderer was costing Tony over fifteen hundred a month. Consequently Captain Chetwode treated them with the politest disdain. Ho would not be wooed, and he would not suffer his crow to be wooed. He messed alone, and his principal Instrument'of small -talk wns the word "Indeed!" It Is con ceivable that Mary Pollexfen might have done something with him had not Sir Anthony been Indiscreet on the first day. Chetwode, however, was scarcely the man to recover from even an unintentional slight In less than about ten years. He was captain of the Wanderer, and long before the thir teenth day Tony hnd learnt that a cap tain la always a captain, and not less so because you are paying his wages. Ho had also learnt that a ship Is Its captain's. Hence It was that Tony waa being compelled to taka hla passage to Bar- badoea Instead of going direct to Gren ada, and that during the night the yacht did not "turn Just a shade to the left." The coal argument waa, of course, unanswerable. Tony did not at tempt to answer It, but he strongly ob jected to It. He wanted to gat to Gre nada and the Grand Etang. He expert, enced the sensation of a person who Is driving In a cab to an appointment for which he fears to be later—he had an absurd desire to push with his arms. The near approach of the adventure A Dinner Story. Mr. A brought two friends home to dinner. He could not notify Mrs. A because there was not a Bell tete- S hone In the house. trs. A was surprised and unprepared. The dinner was not a suc cess. IN THE MEANTIME Mr. B Invited two friends to dinner. He called Mrs. B over the Bell telephone and told her his plans. She was ready. The dinner was a brilliant success. Mr. and Airs. A should— Call Contract Dept M. 1300 BELL SERVICE was affecting his nerves, as It was af fecting the nervsa of Mary Pollexfen. Mrs. Appleby happily had no nerves, though she believed herself rloh In them. Her son, while expecting "fun" In Grenada of the highest possible quality, hod created such multifarious Interests In the engine room and the second officers cabin that he could af ford to watt for the Island of the Grand Etang. The master brain, the brain of Oxwlch, had gradually been simplified Into one overmastering instinct—tub In stinct to disembark, whose force Is well known to most travelers who have spent more than ten consecutive days on the main. The voyage had been an exceptionally calm one, but not ex ceptionally calm enough for Oxwlch. After dinner, a shower having come on, Tony and Alary were sitting to gether In the drawing room, silent and self-consclouH. Mrs. Appleby had gone off to superintend the disposal of her darling In his bunk. Neither the baro net nor the diva could have explained why they were self-conscious. The explanation was too subtle for words. But It centered In the Image of Philip Masters that both had In their hearts. As for Tony, he hnd meant to make love to Mary Pollexfen, but her atti tude had forced him to give up that enterprise In despair. Aforeover, Jose phine Fire remained obstinately In his mind. 'I wonder if It's till) raining," he said. "I wonder,” answered Mary. With a simultaneous movement they rose, Mary throwing a white shawl over her white drees, ond went to the Star board door of the saloon. It was not raining. The sky had cleared, though the promenade deck was wet. Near the door stood the tall, angular, beard ed figure of Captain Chetwode, lean ing over the rail und gazing In the dark waters at his spoiled career. Hi turned and raised hla hat. "Further," he remarked, resuming ab ruptly the conversation of three hours earlier. "Your friend's yacht—the White Rose, I fancy you said her name was—Is pretty sure to have called at Barbadocs to coal. She may even be there." And he walked away Into the dark ness, saluting again. He had throughout steadily pretend ed to have no curiosity as to the ob ject of the voyage. According to him the voyage, and not the object of the voyage, was his affair. Ho kept his place and he managed to convey hla resolution that baronets should bo forced to keep theirs. His present grat uitous remark waa therefore rather as tonishing. The sudden thought that a ship might be close to them that night, perhaps In some strange and dangerous captivity, thrilled them both. "Good night," said Mary, after a cu rious pause. "Going to bed?” he questioned. "I am. too. Good night. Tomorrow—” She shook hands limply and left him. He whistled and lit a cigarette. An hour later Afary. enveloped In an ulster, returned cautiously to the upper deck. There was no sign of Tony, who had retired to the dream less slumber which he always enjoyed. She could not sleep. She could not think of sleep. She found a chair abaft the chart room and gave herself up to contemplation. What did the future hold? What could they expect to accomplish by this rush across nearly 4,000 miles of ocean? The Journey seemed to her now moro than ever like a fantastic escapade. Assuming that they encountered the Whlto Rose—what then? The under taking was wild, consider) d calmly thus under the majestic equatorial heaven. And yet she would not wish uneommenced. She had hopes— hopes that refused to be analysed. The Imminence of great events hung over her brooding spirit, a tantalizing cur tain which she could not rend. Then, after a long while, a bell softly broke the silence of the throbbing yacht, nnd she became aware ot a form at her elbow. It was the captain once more. "You should come on to the bridge,” said he. "You enn see the Southern Cross.” She discerned sympathy In his tone, and It startled her. In a sort of dream she obeyed the suggestion and followed him. He took the wheel silently from the officer of the watch, and In an other Instant ATary and the captain ere alone together. A glorious trqplc moonlight robed the water In the silver gray. A wide pathway of rippling sheen was flowing from west to east, and the horizon of the south was dark. There, sparkling low on the cerge, Mary saw the legend ary constellation. The false Southern Cross shone brave and undlmmed; the true rose but little above the sea, a modest pyrotechny. She confessed her feminine dlsaprsilntment. "Yes," the skipper agreed. "Not much lo sit up all night for. Is It? You need to go further south to see It at Us best. But It's over-rated all the time. We’ve got the best stars In the northern hemisphere Just the same as we've got the best of everything else." She liked his English bigotry. His hands Angered the wheel as they might have Angered a woman's hair, and the etoctrio lamp cast queer shadows of them across his figure. Ahead under the setting moon, lay a long low black object stretched be tween two great lights, one red,- one white. "What's that?" she asked. "That's Barbadoes," said the skipper briefly. “That's the West Indies, that Is!" A strange emotion possessed her as her Imagination dwelt on tho flying yacht, with Its unconscious - souls, speeding relentlessly toward the an cient Island, and toward fate. This was a different world Into which they were slipping. She perceived In the captain ' for the first time a fellow creature. So they stood. Then, with amazing swiftness, the solemn but eager majesty of the dawn swallowed the stars like morsels and Irradiated the world with 'a flood of harmonious splendor. Moonlight odd morning first wove the birth-robe, and out of their rose and silver cam* the flushed radiant face of the young day. The moon withered to a dead aspen leaf In the Armament and vanished; from pure white the dawn mellowed to tender saffron; then, a sudden change marked the approach ot the sun. Great streaks and splashes of dassllng or ange broke up tho east, and, quickly as one might tell It, the sun was above the sea and rolling his rapid Are up the flaming stairs of the sky. The bewil dering transition from darkness to light had taken place with equatorial ab ruptness. At the asms moment, os though the risen sun was the signal, the deck be came alive. The holystones begnn their harsh music anti the hoses sent up glittering streams along the bright planks. It was the hour of the yacht’s ollet. Presently appeared among the bare footed sailors a swarthier figure deli cately balancing a bowl. He ascended to the bridge. ’Dar, miss!” he said. “Coffee.” t was Coco. Coco, after having been Interviewed and cross-examined by Sir Anthony nnd Oxwlch, hnd en treated leave to accompany the expedi tion, and, as It seemed more than prob able that he might be useful, hla re quest had been granted. Nominally he was attached to the Important culinary department of the Wanderer. Really, he hod become Mary's faithful and In defatigable aervnnt. They often talked together of his dead master, and Coco had crucified his opinion that Glralda was a hussy. He wept as he served tho coffee- wept freely. .The sight of his native land overpowered him. “Me Card, missis," he whined, ‘dor’s my old Brin! Ebbcrythlng Jus' de same—Jus* de samel I epees dor'll bo some fun ashore when my Irene see mo In my best rig out. Dar Bridgetown— dar de canefletde and de wind-mills, an’—" “Leave the bridge," ejaculated the captain, who had evidently put on his normal eetf after the emotional aban donment of the night. “When shall we be In?" Alary In quired, later. “In on hour or to," the captain re plied. "Thank you for Inviting me up here,* she said, and then descended. Continued In Tomorrow’s Georgian. PHARMACY 8TUDENT8 ARE IN VITED TO CALL AT THE HAND SOME NEW QUARTER8 OF THE SOUTHERN COLLEGE OF PHAFV MACY, CORNER LUCKIE AND BAR TOW 8TREETS. TWO 8IX-M0NTH8 COUR8E8 LEADING TO GRADU ATION IN ONE YEAR. LARGEST PHARMACY COLLEGE IN GEORGIA. FALL 8ES8ION, OCTOBER TO APRIL. SPRING SES8ION, APRIL TO OCTOBER. REMEMBER THfC ADDRESS. Sam Jones Tabernacle Meetings, Garters- ville, Ga, On Soptempcr 15th to 23rd, Inelu-. ■Ive, the Western and Atlantto rail road will sell tickets from Atlanta- Dalton and Intermediate stations, to Cartersville, at rate of one fare for the round trip. < Sam Jones will bo assisted by Evangelist Oliver and other mlnlstera of renown. Prof. E. O. Excell will' bare charge of the music, and othen gospel singers ot note will attend. Three services each day, 10:30 a, m., 1:00 p. m. and 8:00 p. tn., and the people of Cartersville will welcome the great crowds with the same hos pitality they havo always shown. CHA8. E. HARMAN, Gen. Pass. 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