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ONE MONTH
Our Great Piano Contest
Will Close Dec. 31, 1909 m
On January 1st, 1910, the handsome piano offered in our Voting Contest will be awarded to
//m the lady who has the
4iay young largest number of votes. The contest closes on the night of Dec. 31st
and no votes will be received after that time. Now is the time to get out and talk the matter up
with your friends.
Remember that every dollar you spend at this store
will bring you 100 votes nearer the coveted prize
The Piano is worth $350. That’s worth working for. Get out and talk the matter over with
your friends and see if you can't win it.
The race is on in earnest now and the young lady who starts first and quits last will be most
likely to be successful.
CITY JEWELRY STORE
Camilla, Georgia.
8 1 Dollars and i
1 Sense
I Love Rose About Superior Her Wealth to Scruples
By JOANNA SINGLE
S V Copyright, 1909, by Associated Lit- X
erary Press.
Frederic King met his friend at the
door and relieved that perspiring part¬
ner of his heavy suit cases.
"Poor Porty!” he soothed whimsical¬
ly. "I marked you from the window
and saw that the usual thing ailed you.
I send you to work on a case, and you
return with ‘girl’ writ large on your
plump, fair countenance. Was it so
bad as all that? I know what she did
to you, for you’re easy, poor boy, but
who was she this time?” He pushed
forward the biggest chair and thrust
a cigar between Porter’s willing teeth.
The two men smoked.
“Never mind, son; you always re¬
cover. Some worthy tobacco, If little
time and another girl, and history will
repeat itself. How about the case?”
“Depositions all straight and fine;
good stuff," Porter answered briefly as
be wistfully scrutinized his partner’s
fine, high bred face. “Confound you
and your commiseration, King! I need
the commiseration, however; that’s
sure. But I just live to see you meet
your Waterloo. You’re vulnerable
somewhere. And you have not met
Bose Law yet. Fate is bringing her
here tomorrow to spend the summer
with her aunt, Mrs. Morton. I ob¬
serve your finish. It’s been due you
these three years.”
"No, not till I have something better
than a pumpkin shell to keep the lady
in, Porty. Dismiss me. But tell me
what she’s like. I’ll have to hear your
ravings sooner or later. I see she did
a thorough job with you. Proceed.”
Porter nodded an affirmation. He
launched into his subject with a whole
heart. The lady’s list of charms and
their effect was long. King was pa¬
tient. Finally, as all things have an
end, Porter paused for breath, which
he needed, being short and fat
“Is that all? Finish at this sitting.
I’m not always complacent with the
maunderings of a lunatic. What else?
I can’t think at another single charm
myself.”
“Two more. She’s rolling in dollars
—her grandmother’s. And—I’m no dog
In the manger—any one could see she
is just the girl for you. little and fair
and”—
“Shut up, Porty!" he commanded in¬
elegantly. “I hate that sort of thing
even from you. I’m not in the market.
And, you know, I’d hang myself be¬
fore I'd destroy my self respect by
marrying a rich girl. The dollars in
themselves put her out of my class;
that’s all.”
But it was not all, for Rose Law
came, was seen and conquered. Porty
had not exaggerated. And Frederic
King, with the quick knowledge of
the man who has not desensitized hla
heart by constant exposure, knew his
queen at sight. The Waterloo had
come.
That summer a silent battle was
fought. Choosing the discretionary
part of valor, King carefully treated
Rose Law, accustomed to adoration,
as he did every woman—with gay,
perfect, impersonal courtesy. It was
hard, especially as society, like nature,
knows a pair when she sees it. She
was always his partner at dinners and
dances, at picnics and frolics, till in
sheer self defense he began to devote
himself to little Sallie Grey, who had
always openly flouted him. Then this
refuge was taken from him—a flash,
too warm, in the child’s eyes bade him
protect her from herself.
Rising to his lead, Rose played a per¬
fect support. Then she became lead¬
ing lady in his own play of friendly
indifference. They were friends, while
the world wondered, for to women like
Rose men are lovers first. Afterward
they choose between friendship and
the outer darkness. The girl’s vanity
was hurt, her pride wounded. She
was first amazed, then angry. Then
her heart was touched. She began to
suffer. Real love never plays with its
object. Her skill deserted her. She
became a silent, sensitive thing, regis¬
tering each day some new impression
of Frederic King’s fine face and voice,
his little tricks of mind and body, his
strength and ability, his lovablecess.
She became very miserable, waking
at night to see no good, no charm, in
herself, to suflV“ what sbe had made
others suffer. She had not known that
love awakened and denied really hurts.
She regretted her cruelties and became
so unwontedly gentle that before she
knew it she had three more hearts laid
at her small feet. She wondered what
others saw in her when she was pow¬
erless to draw the one.
As for King, the thought of the girl
gave him no peace. He tried vainly to
qgfrl fagLQ&lpt big consciousness, He
did not know that she cared for him, ;
but? lie had an overwhelming Impulse |
to ask her If she could and would care ;
every time he came before her. He
would bate her “wretched money” and
devised wild plans by which she might
lose every cent, so that he might storm
her heart, toil for her and finally win
for her her every wish. His common
sense fled. The fortune became a
nightmare and life ati emptiness.
One night he went early from ihe
Morions’, knowing that when the party
should go out on the moonlit lawns he
should seek her and say that which he
intended never to say. He no longer
trusted himself. He sat in the dark
consuming cigarettes and hating him¬
self for doing it. It was not his way
to ruin his health intentionally. Then
Porter came puffing in and flung him¬
self into a chair. He knew he was not
wanted and did not care. He began
to talk.
“King, you precious donkey, I’ve
cooked your goose.”
“And mixed your metaphors shame¬
lessly. Get out and let me alone.”
“You precious idftt,” persisted Por¬
ter, “don’t stick your stubborn head
into the sand and Imagine the world is
blind. You’re selfish past words. You
think only of yourself and don’t mind
whom you hurt. Of course nobody
cares If you want to suffer, but how
about—her? You chase after her, your
eyes like the moon following the sun.
in this fool friendship game which de¬
ceives no one. What business have
you to punish an innocent girl because
her grandmother willed her a fortune?
How could she know your confounded
pride would shy at it? You needn’t
try to shut me up; I’m talking for
once! I can’t see why a man can
coolly take a woman’s beauty and
youth, every quality of heart and mind,
all the real things she has to give, and
use them like water or daylight and
then balk at the paltry money she is
not to blame for having and which is
less to her than—well, infinitely less
than a single kiss! What If she has
dollars? You have sense—or used to
have.”
“I still have enough to hate your
cheap puns, Porter. Get out of here!”
“I won’t! Take that from me and
^ till I finish. And you’ve set the
wait
old pussies whispering about her.
Have you heard the news? No? Well,
her cousin told me tonight that she,
Rose Law, has made over every cent
of her money to an orphan asylum
and is leaving early tomorrow morn¬
ing for New York to take a course in
nursing. They all think she’s crazy,
and sbe Is. Girls are like that—in
stories and out_of them. When they
think love has failed them they want
to be good to a suffering world. She
is going to have the papers, the deed
of gift, made when she gets there.
Now, I’m an orphan. You might have
given the vile stuff to me if you would
not let the child have it to play with
herself, while you made her happy in
your own independent, imbecile way.
I’m sick of you. It’s too late for you
to do anything, so I’ll use the phone
In the outer office and go.”
As In a daze, not hearing the words,
King was conscious of Porter’s phon¬
ing, then of his putting his head in at
the door again.
“I told you I cooked your goose.
King. I began, as I left Morton’s, by
telling Miss Law that you were sud¬
denly called away on business, but
were coming back as soon as possible
to bid her goodby and asked me to
beg her to wait for you in the garden
since she was there when I saw her.
It will be a romantic setting.”
King was too furious to speak. He
thought it a very bad joke In the worst
possible of Porter’s always question¬
able taste. But it dawned on him that
it was no joke, and he rose angrily.
Porter continued; “My voice, you
know, is strangely like yours. I just
called her up by phone and said you
would be there in a moment. She
said it was too late, and I told her
you would see her or rouse the house
and that you would tell her what you
had to say if the assembled family
had to hear it too. She said she would
be in the garden. It’s not much past
10 and not far. Hurry!”
He fled before King could drive him
out.
Willing to slay Porter, hoping, then
fearing, that he joked or lied, he set
off on the chance of finding her In the
garden. But he was certain of one
thing, two things—his own heart and
the great soft moon: He had no be¬
lief that she could care. But he saw
himself with Porter’s eyes, which
were, after all. clear and honest.
And he found her in the garden, by
happy chance, however, as Porter was
ever gifted with a fine imagination.
He came on her suddenly, and she
turned in a terror real enough till she
saw who it was. She trembled.
“It’s warm in the house, and I
couldn’t sleep. It’s lovely here.”
“It's lovely wherever you are and
misery where you are not. Oh, Rose!
Oh, Rose! Could you love me a little?
You will not go away, will you?”
He held his arms out for her, and
she did not deny the call.
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Sheriff Sale.
GEORGIA—Mitchell County:
Will be sold at the court house door
in said county on the first Tuesday in
December, 1909, within the legal hours
of sale, towit:
All of the South one-half (1-2) of lot
number fifty-three (53); also all of lot
of land number twenty-eight (28), ex
cept fourteen (14) acres of land in the
Southwest corner and lying South and
Southwest of Pelham and Moultrie
wagon road, being three hundred and
sixty-one (361) acres of land, more or
less, all situated in the Tenth District of
Mitchell county, Georgia, subject to a
certain easement held and owned by the
T. N. Baker Lumber Company, under
and by virtue of the terms and condi¬
tions of a certain contract fully recorded
in book number seventeen (1?) pages
numbers 145, 146 and 147 injthe Record¬
er’s office of Mitchell County.
Said land levied on as the property of
D. M. Rogerf to saiisfy an execution is¬
sued on the 2nd day of November, 1909,
from the City Court of Pelham in said
county, in favor of Citizens Bank, of
Michigan City, Indiana, against D. M,
Rogers.
This 10th day of November, 1909.
C. D. Crow, Sheriff.
Sheriff Sale.
GEORGIA—Mitchell.Oounty;
Will be sold on the first Tuesday in
December next, at public outcry, at the
court house in said county, within the
legal hours of sale to the highest bidder
for cash, the following described
property, towit:
All of lot of land No. 261 in the 11th
land district of Mitchell county, Geor¬
gia, containing 250 acres, more or less,
with all improvements thereon. Said
land levied on as the property of Robert
Walden to satisfy an execution issued
from the Superior}; Court of Mitchell
county at the April Term, 1909, against
Robert Walden in favor pf B. B. Bow¬
er, trustee. Tenant in possession noti¬
fied in writing. Levy made Nov. 6th,
1909.
C. D. Crow, Sheriff.
Billy Did.
As William bent over her fair face
he whispered, "Darling, if 1 should
ask you in French If I might kiss yon
what would you answer?"
She, calling op her scanty knowledge
of Abe French language, exclaimed,
"Billet deux l”