Georgia Historic Newspapers

    Race of Some Culture
Evolved Stone Hammer
New evidence that the first clear
distinction ot modern mankind was
the use of stone hammers instead
of the stone knives and speafheads
preferred by their ancient rivals, the
Neanderthal ogre-men, now entirely
exterminated, was reported in a re¬
cent address to the Hoy a) Anthropo
logical institute, iu London, by Dr.
L. S. B. Leakey, known for iiis dis¬
coveries of ancient human remains
in east Africa now acknowledged to
be the oldest hones of the modern
type of man yet discovered, accord¬
ing to the Baltimore Sun.
These African finds confirm the
theory that men of modern type
lived in the world for thousands of
years side by side with the squat,
brutish and perhaps cannibalistic
Neanderthal race, dim memories of
which may be responsible for the
world-wide tales of man-eating
ogres. One physical difference be¬
tween the two species seems to have
been that tbe Neanderthals always
had thick bony ridges just above
their eyes, giving them a kind of
perpetual frown but probably de¬
signed by nature merely to protect
their eyes from injuries by blows.
If you feel low
don’t be discouraged—remember,
loss of strength ... sleeplessness... lack of
nervousness... paleness.., run-down
appetite... and general
condition quite often may be traced
directly to low blood strength—that
is, the red corpuscles and vital oxy¬
gen-carrying hemo-glo-bin of the
blood are below normal.
S.S.S. is the great, scientifically
tested medicine for restoring this
blood content. Its benefits are pro¬
gressive ... accumulative... and en¬
during. By all means try it for bet¬
ter health and more happiness.
Unless your case is exceptional, you
should soon enjoy again the satis¬
faction of appetizing food... sound
sleep... and renewed strength.
/Etjfr. 1 not be Minded by the efforts of a
y j few unethical dealers who may sug
e \ r a / Best substitutes. You have a right to
insist that S.S.S. be supplied you on
TV&Pt request. Its long years of preference
is your guarantee of satisfaction.
the world’s
great blood
medicine
Protect Your Skin
By Using
Cutieura Seap
every-day
Made of the purest ingredients, se¬
lected for their emollient and cleans¬
ing qualities, and containing the
delicate Cuticura medication, it
soothes, heals and protects against skin
troubles. Cuticura Soap should
be kept in every household for the
daily use of all the family.
Write for special folder on
the care of the skin.
Address: “Cuticura,” Dept. 21S,
Malden, Mass.
To the Altar
A girl’s idea of the straight and
narrow path is the bridal path.
Banish Freckles,
Weather-Beaten Skin
Weeks Quicker
It is so easy now to clear away black¬
heads, freckles, coarseness; to have
smooth, white, flawless new beauty. Just
begin tonight with fa¬
mous Nadinola Bleach¬
ing Cream, tested and
trusted for over a gen¬
eration. Tlie minute you
smooth it on, Nadinola
begins to clear, whiten
and smooth your skin.
Tan sallow and frecldes, vanish mud¬
dy, color
quickly. You see day-by¬
day improvement until
your skin is all you long
for; creamy-white, satin
smooth, lovely. No disappointments; Money
no long waiting for results.
baek guarantee. Get a large box of
Nadinola Bleaching Cream at any toilet
counter NADINOLA', or by mail, postpaid, only 50c.
Box 18, Paris, Tenn.
QUICK STA
, with
cleaned spark plugs
Remove Oxide Coating with the
AC Spark Plug Cleaner—and
Your Motor Starts Instantly
only *§c a plug
No spark plug can escape oxide
coating—the chief cause of hard
starting. But a thorough cleaning
—by a Registered AC Cleaning
Station—is a “sure-fire" remedy.
Have your plugs Me
cleaned every 4,000
miles. Replace
badly worn plugs TKE quality
with New ACs. SPARK PLUG
Look for tho "Plug-in-tho-Tvb"
CODE of the NORTH
— --- —<$>
CHAPTER IX—Continued
— 16 —
The old fellow described the smoke
and country as best he could. He
brought n chair for her to sit In be¬
cause she would not leave the door¬
way. He tried to quiet her when she
became frantic as he described the
way the smoke rolled higher and
spread across tbe upper end of the
lake.
“Are you telling me the truth, Tim?"
she asked repeatedly and the man
swore that he was.
“Oh, for eyes!" she cried. "If I’d
stayed in Chicago the bandage was to
have been taken off tomorrow. The
doctor Insisted I must not take it off
while I was away from him. So you
must tell me, Tim, and tell every¬
thing. I’m depending on you, so!"
After a time, as her agitation only
Increased, Tim attempted to take her
mind at least partially from the fire.
He talked of her errand, of the salva¬
tion for the job that acquirement of
the Laird's timber meant.
“Oh, the brief case!” she said.
“Where is It? Mac said he would put
It in the safe.”
“And we will, too, Katie!”
Tim put the money away and went
on talking, trying to keep her Inter¬
ested in things of a more reassuring
nature than the fire.
At noon they were still in the door¬
way of the store, with Kate showing
signs of the physical strain she was
under.
“Better come to my shanty 'nd lay
down a while," the man said solici¬
tously.
She protested at first but Tim con¬
tinued to Insist tiiat she rest and final¬
ly his way prevailed. Slowly he led
her across to his one-room cabin,
twenty rods from the store. She lay
down on his bed and turned her
bandaged face toward the wall. He
stood there watching as long sobs com¬
menced to rack her body and then
busied himself preparing a lunch.
While he puttered about his stove a
man emerged from the timber on the
opposite side of the lake and stood
looking across tbe neck of water to¬
wards the buildings. His brows were
gathered and he waited as one will
whose first objective is to be certain
that when he moves it will be in the
proper direction.
After she had rested and eaten,
Kate Flynn sat on Tim’s doorstep and
once more the old fellow functioned
«s eyes for her.
"Hotter 'n hot but she don’t spread.
That means th’ backfire's holdin’,” he
said over and over.
Across the lake the man had ceased
his prolonged smoking. He walked
slowly back and forth behind the
screening bushes and impatience rode
him severely.
Afternoon waned and once he cursed
Boftly. He had gone further In his
pacing, that time, and when he halted
and looked across the water Tim Todd's
shanty was hidden from him by the
store building. Then he nodded sharp¬
ly In decision and hastened through
the brush to where a canoe and pack
were cached. He launched and took
the few strokes necessary to send him
across the intervening water.
Then, very cautiously, looking all
about and with one long stare up the
lake toward where all the available
man power of Good-Bye battled the
flames he had set, ran across the sand
toward the store.
The lowering sun was reflected
dazzingly from windows In the side
of the building. He approached one,
put his face close and stared within.
The place was empty and he smiled.
This was a safe way; to use the door
would be at the risk of revealing him¬
self to Tim. Slowly he shoved the
window open, careful to make no
sound, placed his hands on the sill and
vaulted within. A moment later he
was passing quickly around the end
of the counter and dropping to his
knees before the safe. . . .
Tim Todd had been talking con¬
stantly to Kate for the last half hour.
The girl clung tightly to his gnarled
hand.
"Looks better all th’ time, Katie,” he
insisted. ‘T’d like to bet-they stopped
her at Otter creek, though how they’d
do it In slash like that ’nd on a day
like this—”
He broke short as his gaze chanced
to wander to the store. Through a
window od the near side he saw a
man clambering through a window in
the other!
"I’ll be dusted!” he muttered, drop¬
ping the girl’s hand and rising. “How
come that-a-way?”
“What, Tim? What’s happened?”
Kate rose, freshly alarmed at his
tone.
“Just somebody at th’ store, Katie.
Likely they’ll need somethin’. I’ll skip
over.”
He did not skip. He hobbled as
rapidly as he could along the path¬
way, his old heart thumping In alarm.
Twenty-five thousand dollars reposed
In the old cheese-box of a safe and
some man had Jnst entered the build¬
ing with stealth.
He tiptoed np the steps and poised,
looking within at Franz, kneeling be¬
fore the safe. Franz had Inserted the
point of a wrecking bar behind the
Inner door. He strained against It as
Tim halted; with a grating and a tin¬
kle the lock gave, the door swung
open and the brief case dropped from
the shelf on which It had been placed.
“Here, you, Franz! What ’re you-a
doin'?”
The words brought Franz to his
feet, an odd sound In his throat.
They faced one another for an ln
larval of strained silence. Franz was
CLEVELAND COURIER
By HAROLD TITUS
Copyright by Harold T!tu»
WNU Servlet
trapped, caught red-handed. He ac¬
cepted the situation resolutely.
"You’d better clear out, Tim," he
said darkly, snatching up the brief
case. “I'm on my way. Bight now!”
“You’re a dunged thief!” Tim cried.
“Shut up and get out!” Franz
snarled, walking toward him.
“Get out, lie dusted! I'm in charge
here! I’m responsible for what’s in
here. Franz, you drop tiiat satchel!”
lie lurched inside and snatched up
an ax which leaned against the wall.
The younger man halted, balked by
this show of resolution.
“But down tiiat ax, you old fool!
I’m caught, fair enough, and I’ve got
to go through with It, now. You can’t
stop me."
“Oh, I can’t, eh? Can’t stop ye,
can’t I? Well, we’ll see 'bout—”
And quickly, stoutly, he swung his
ax as though he were striking at a
tree, driving squarely for Franz’s
shoulder.
The other leaped backward; the bit
buried itself deeply in the floor and as
Tim wrenched it free Franz leaped
tlie counter and made for the window
through which he had entered.
“No ye don't!” Tim screeched and
lunged after him, swinging the ax
again. “No ye don’t! Ye can't come¬
lt over me, Franz! Back into Hint
corner, young man! I’ll split ye in
two if ye try to git away, now!”
Slowly but surely Franz was being
cornered. Tlie double bit swung in
wide arcs as Tim advanced step by
step.
Franz’s face lost color.
"Get out, old man!” he cried finally.
“Get out or . . .” And then Tim was
looking down the muzzle of an auto¬
matic pistol.
“Yah !’’ he Jeered. “Ye can't scare
me with no pop gun! Ye drop that or
I’ll chop yer hand—”
“Stay back!” Franz gasped, coin¬
ing up against the safe and then the
automatic spat just once, orange
flame darted from the barrel.
The ax lost its firm swoop of direc¬
tion. It sagged and drooped and
“Oh. 1 Can’t Eh? Can’t Stop Ye,
Can’t I? Well, We’ll See ’Bout—”
dropped, bouncing and sliding to tlie
far side as Tim, with a Low whimper,
raised both hands as If they were
great weights, to his pierced breast.
“Shot me I" he gasped in amaze¬
ment. “Dusted If . . . ye didn’t. . . .”
His knees gave. He went down
slowly, wilting rather than falling,
slumped to one hip and then sprawled
shuddering on the floor. . . .
From the doorway of the little
cabin Kate Flynn had heard. She
heard Tim shout; heard another voice
giving answer and the tones of the
exchange stirred her to action. She
groped her way Into the beaten path
as voices raised higher, as feet thud¬
ded, as the ax crashed and smashed.
Her hands were extended before her
and she called out repeatedly to Tim.
Then, nearing the store, she heard
Franz’s final warning and Todd’s gal¬
lant defiance. Lastly, the venomous
spat of the pistol.
With that, the girl ceased groping.
Her hands whipped to her temples,
fingers fastened in the white gauze of
the bandage and with a jerk she
pulled it from her eyes.
Sharp pains tore to the back of her
head. She puckered her lids against
the assault of light and wrinkled her
face against the sudden torture. But
she could see, and that was all that
really mattered.
She stumbled forward those last few
steps, knees weak with misgiving and
when Franz, pistol in one hand, brief
case In the other, stepped over the
prostrate form of the old man he came
face to face with her.
A low breath, half moan, half in¬
articulate curse slipped from the man.
Kate, a hand on the door jamb,
swayed backward, sick, as her eyes
though throbbing and aching, trans¬
mitted to her understanding what had
happened.
“Yon . . .’’ she moaned. "You shot
him! Yon killed him! You’ll answer
for <t! I heard everything! I was
just outside!”
For an instant Franz stared at her.
Then an odd smile crossed his face, he
shoved the pistol Into Its holster
against his side and he wet his lips.
“Yes, you heRrd. But, you see, you
are here alone,” he said simply and
the quality of his tone was ominous.
“And with you gone? What then?
Who would know?”
Behind him Tim Todd closed ene
hand. From his chest a dark stain
was spreading on the floor boards.
“You mean, you'd shoot me down,
too? Because I know?"
Franz langhed mockingly, and
tucked the brief case under one arm.
"No," he said, and stepped closer.
“It isn't pleasant business. I've dis¬
covered.” A slight shudder traveled
his big body. ‘‘I wouldn’t harm a hair
of your head, Kate . . . unless it be¬
came necessary.” lie licked his lips
again; the lights in Ills eyes were
shifting and changing as he planned
a way out for himself. “I didn’t in¬
tend to steal; I didn't want to kill. I
wanted to block your deal with Mac¬
Donald, only, but"—with a shrug—
“tilings broke badly. With the breaks
going against you, you do the best you
can. So, with you, there are things to
be done.”
“What things?” she whispered,
alarmed for her own safety, now.
“You are alone. When you go, there
will be none to know what happened.”
“No, no! You can't do that!”
“I can’t? Ha!” He snuggled the
brief case closer against his side.
“What’s in here, and liberty, are all
1 have left.” He caught her hand as
she started to turn away. “T can use
them both, seeing tiiat they're all I
own.
“We’ll start, now; just you and I.
We'll he together long enough so I’ll
he sure I’ve a start. And then . . .
we'll cross that bridge when we
reach it.”
She commenced to struggle In his
grasp, twisting her arm to free it, kick¬
ing out with her small feet. But her
efforts were futile. Franz dropped
the brief case, turned her roughly
about, pulled her hands together be¬
hind her and bound them securely.
“Oh, help!” she screamed. “Help,
Hel—”
His pnlm cut off her words.
“No one near,” he reminded her.
“However, there might be a little
later. We will take no chances.”
Tlie bandage she had torn from her
eyes hung loosely about her neck.
He put one arm about her head, draw¬
ing it tightly against his breast, and
with quick movements slipped the
gauze across her lips, twisted a knot
at the nape of her neck and then held
her at arm's length, bound and gagged,
Kate made Inarticulate, raging
sounds, but he paid them no heed.
Lifting her in his arms, with only one
look behind at old Tim's form, he
walked quickly out to his canoe, and
laid her gently in the bottom with the
duffle.
He headed up the lake to where tne
smoke shroud, now hanging low in the
heavier air of approaching evening,
obscured all landmarks.
“Pleasant journey!” he taunted, but
a queer and foreboding hunger showed
on his face as he stared at her.
Back in the store old Tim had rolled
over. He tried to rise and could not;
tried to crawl and could not so much
as get ills knees up. So, slowly, at
the cost of infinite pain, he hitched
himself along half-way to the open
door. He saw the canoe making
northward; he tried to call out. Ills
face dropped again to the planks and
he moaned twice and was still.
**«*••*
Steve Drake stood aside as the
other men clustered about Young Jim
Flynn, the men he had saved from
probable death and the others whose
hearts he had won by that achieve¬
ment.
LaFane approached him, that grim
smile playing about his lips.
“Broken, would you say?”
“Lord, no! Made!” Steve replied.
“He’s got tlie boys with him from
the start!"
“And he’ll keep ’em. He’s wound
on grand stuff. No need of you* fear¬
ing to let ’em know who you are,
now.”
Drake experienced an odd let-down
on this. The Polaris property was
safe, with Kate’s arrival; Young Jim
was finally on the job, capable, com¬
petent and his courage had been spec¬
tacularly demonstrated. There was
no longer any reason for him to use
another's name; no longer cause to
be reluctant to reveal to Kate Flynn
the facts of his pretense. The twin
goals for which he had struggled
seemed to have been attained.
He drew a slow breath as he thought
of the girl. She was more lovely than
he had believed. The feel of her lips
had stirred in him all manner of In¬
credible impulses. The impression of
a girl which he had built up for him¬
self in those past weeks was a feeble
thing compared to her reality.
Evening was at hand. The fire was
under control. Already Wartin was
preparing for the night's work, Stevo
beckoned to him.
"You told me where she started.
Got any Idea how?”
The man pursed his lips and shook
his head.
“Must be a bug fire.”
“What makes you think that?**
“Well, she come up over on the
southwest of twenty-four. We’ve had
no men over there all summer. Thera
ain’t any berries In tha^ country so
there wouldn’t be any Injuns there
lookin’ for fruit. Nobody would be
going through that particular country
gettin’ from one river to the other
because there's better ways.”
“Who’d have f. reason? That we
know, I mean?”
“Don’t be dumb, Jimmy,"
“I try not to be. Or to be going oflt
half-cocked, either. What’s In yew
head?”
cro be com-tNuaa.)
Ji Feu? !
ONE WAY TO HAVE PEACE
Briggs saw his neighbor walking
up the garden path with a trombone
tucked under his arm.
“Hallo! Been buying a trombone?"
he asked.
“No; borrowed it from Robinson
next door,” said the other.
Briggs looked mystified.
“But surely you can’t play, can
you?” he asked.
“No,” said ins neighbor, witli a
smile of satisfaction; "neither can
Robinson while I've got it.”—Stray
Stories.
Somnolence
The stranger was met by a crowd
as lie stepped off tlie train.
“Who are you?” asked Cactus Joe.
“I’m Professor Doperino, the fa¬
mous hypnotist.”
“Tlie man who puts folks t.o
sleep?"
“Yes.”
“Well, stay right here and catch
the next train that comes. What Crim¬
son Gulch needs Is somebody to
wake it up.”
Modern Farm Knowledge
Stranger—Farm products cost
more than they did a while back.
How do you explain it?
Farmer—Well, when a farmer is
supposed to know the botanical name
of what lie’s raising and tlie entomo¬
logical name of tiie bugs that eat it
and the chemical name of the stuff
that will kill the bugs—somebody's
got to pay for all this knowledge,
ain’t they?—Pathfinder Magazine.
You Knew the Kind
“There’s a decided uniformity In
tlie contents of my post tiiis morn¬
ing, Julia.”
“How do you mean?”
"All my letters begin with the
same word—‘Unless’.”
MUCH THE SAME THING
“Were you ever boarded by
pirates, Captain?”
“Yes. I’ve stayed at several of
your summer hotels.”
Smart
Applicant (for position of office
boy)—I may say I’m pretty smart.
I’ve won several prizes in cross-word
and jig-saw puzzles and word-pic¬
ture competition lately.
Employer—Yes, but I want some¬
one who can be smart during office
hours.
Applicant—This was during office
hours.—Chelsea Record.
Small Mercies
"Hello!” exclaimed the investor,
who was reading the third quarter
report, “a reduction, by George!
That’s good news!”
“What! a reduction in profit good
news?"
"Oh, no, not in profit—in deficit.”
—Boston Transcript.
And Not Always Politely
“People are not nearly so formal
as they used to be.”
“No,’’ said Mrs. Chuggins. “Near¬
ly every time t go out in the car
policemen to whom I have never
been introduced don’t hesitate to
speak to me.”
His Place cn the Team
Uncle George—I suppose you are
on tlie football team?
Tommy—Well, yes, 1 do the aerial
work.
Uncle George—What’s that?
Tommy—I blow up the footballs.
The Loafer!
"How did that fella get out of fak¬
ing his turn at cooking?”
“He agreed only to cook tlie fish
we catch.”—Newark (Ohio) Advo¬
cate.
1 Wm
\
I N. .. 9 vs; - v v 55}: ‘: ‘
Q fi§€§£§2¥x
15:93:31? in? '1’ j; . «13,. Q
1
-'-v’.<- -¥~'-.:s-:
. . w,
,
’
_
. ,
C....;“(§r’zs‘>gx$%«”“ “HM-5%.: i..:§.:,:s-’.;.;.1,‘-.. .'=’,._'_;
x": ‘;~$§§§§5§5§33> :
~~
:. , E V<’$“~W»,»\¢§{fif% ”vs"
% ; s Q.- {W'fs‘b‘fii'f'f -= 7"“ .» 1 1‘ _
:33;E;Z:E§EEE:55E§EE:E§E§§Z¢.1v“; 3;:z ' " Q, (£17 4693“? .9. $1 _. ‘3354 ‘4- 3s - ‘ ‘41.. 3 _ 9
, vK
1 11:5395'15::'\’v“* ‘*°\)* 4%,:- L; 3&4.‘ ‘j._«‘“ f‘wmiéfig‘ - fie ' g -:" $3 “C? ‘5: j’fl'wv ‘I ,' V ‘ a” _
1 ,\\1\ .\ ., ; >1; . “hf ,1 _ > .. . w
=-"i§=?¢.. ., {M ..~::v"‘”‘.. 195%“ «.wgvkn -:t , v t ;v.
1 K ~ 3 . ,_ . A f‘
5: _ L "
: .s1;;:;:;;::g:5;:.:::::'€:E:§$¢:3:I: W, :fi ..,~::- fig; M? ,. 33‘ ‘ I I I
‘ : ,.~:~:..;5::I::2::’;5'1E>i=2=13=513$3= .;_ éé ., w. 1...? :, W 9:16» 5:» ' "'V I
::-:5.::E:::E.-,'{13:3'1$3‘§$§“$5:E:E32 :4‘0‘ : in“ ‘ I " 2 f
L Akfl‘n 0-"; A ,~;‘.~; ,. '2 -. ,
Modeled to Give
Slender Effects
— - i Y«
Pattern »!>90
A woman is as slim as she looks,
and by that same token, whatever
she weighs, every woman who wears
this frock is slender. It is that kind
of a frock! It takes pounds off one's
weight and years off one’s age—and
demands very little of one’s time in
tilt making. This white magic is ail
a matter of clever design embodied
in a long graceful cape collar caught
under the belt front and hack, and a
carefully proportioned yoke on tlie
skirt, pointed here and there where
points will do tlie most good. The
tucked details afford just the right
amount of ease where you neeii it.
Pattern 9990 may he ordered only
in sizes .”6, 38, 40, 42, 44 and 46. Size
36 requires 3% yards 39-inch fabric.
Send FIFTEEN CENTS in coins
or stamps (coins preferred) for this
pattern. Be sure to write plainly
your NAME, ADDRESS, the STYLE
NUMBER AND SIZE.
Complete, diagrammed sew chart
included.
Send your order to Sewing Circle
Pattern Department. 232 West Eight¬
eenth street, New York, N. Y.
EVEN
“What's a joint account, pop?”
“It's an account where one person
does tlie depositing and the other tlie
withdrawing.”
Dad Had a Supply
Mother—Johnny, will yon go down
to the cellar and split some kindling?
Johnny—Wait till Dad comes. I
heard him tell Mr. Smith that he
bought twenty-five dollars’ wortii of
chips last night.
DISCOVERY!
Professor Bug—Ah, this must be
tiie Great Wall of China.
Poor Kid!
Old Lady—Aren’t you ashamed to
be seen smoking cigarettes?
Urchin—Well, wot can yer do,
lady, when tlie ole man pinches yer
pipe?—London Weekly Telegraph.
The Idea
Father—Jane, that young Idiot
Simpson’s affairs couldn’t be in
worse shape than they are.
Daughter (indignantly)—You for¬
get that I am to marry him, Papa.
Tough Break
Editor—Well, how’s that thrilling
article getting on?
Author (looking up from blank pa¬
per)-—Too thrilling for words.