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The Cordele dispatch., 1919-04-02

EEAT THE BOIL WEEVlL-By
planting early cotton Holdings extra
early cotton seed for sale by People
Grocery Co 8 26t
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lOANS-Large or SMALL prompt SER
vice, low interest, small commission.
w. Z. WlNlFREE. 1-Stf
The Cordele dispatch., 1919-04-02

YOU DON'T HAVE-To wait. | loan
you a bicycle while. l repair yours
F, c. Byrd, 3-27-26t
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eUGGIES AND HARNESS-We
handle the famous Jackson G. Smith
GAINESVILLE Buggy. See us when you
are in the market for buggy. HURT
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FOR RENT-Two unfurnished rooms
suitable for light housekeeping. Close
in. Phone 155. 1903
The Cordele dispatch., 1919-04-02
WANT ADS

FOR sALE-Corn and salt meat
L. L. Helms Music Co., 3-31-3E
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FOR SALE 3 good mich cows,
Fresh in milk. L. L. Helms Music
Co. 3-31-3t
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QUICK LOANS. 'e on both city
and farm lands. See c. NJ Mckenzie.
719tf..
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FOR SALE-White Spanish peanuts
for planting. w. H. Cunningham.
3-23-26t
The Cordele dispatch., 1919-04-02

WE ARE PREPARED-ro do your
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KODAKS:-And Fresh Films, at Jen-
nings Drug Store. 1-1tf
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way, as I tell you?'
 Because I am curious to see what will happen to me if I don't"
 It was a challenge which Lieut.. von Dorn-though, in truth, he had no bet ter title to the inside of the pavement than the other-could hardly avoid talk ing up, and he took 1t up in the ap- proved style of the Deutschstadt nili- tary.
 Thunder and 1ightning!" he began. "The same to you, sir," BorrOdaiIe rejoined politely. "Well see about that" said Lieut. won Dorn, taking step or two back ward and placing his hand on the hilt of his saber and drawing. But that was what Borrodaile. whose l father, the chaplain, had instructed him as to the customs of the Deutsch- i stadt army, had been expecting and i waiting for. If he was as massive as mountain, he could also be as quick 1 Rs a wildcat.
 ''No, you don't" be said. making his 1 spring; and before Lieut.. von Dorn ] had time to get the blade clear of the i scabbard stronger hand than his had 1 gripped his wrist; and his sword was drawn for him and smashed across his assailant's knee. 1 He was quite helpless. The OXonfan had split him on to the ground in the i tussIe and now stood over him, brand 1 ishing the broken sword; while the English tourists-and other civilians also who had suffered from military l insolence in their time-stood round 1 him, grinning broadly. l Then BOrrodaile spoke-not passion ately, but with something of the sever ity of 8 Rugby headmaster. l Last summer" he said, you drew that sword of yours on my friend here, l don't think you'd even been intro duced to him. I'll introduce you now. MT. Smithers Of Oriel-Lieutenant the Count von Dorn."
 Tommy, from force of habit. bowed the usual Oxford bow. The lieutenant
 shame and fear. Borrodaile of Erase nose proceeded severely
 "Kneel on your knees in the middle of tn road and beg MT. Smithers' par don. Otherwise"
 But that, of course, was what Lieu
 tenant the Count 7on Dorn could not
 possibly consent to do. He would
 rather dte-and he would very much
 rather swear.
 Thunder weather!" he calculated l;
 but the oath left the captain of the O.
 U. B. c. unnoved.
 "very we'll" he said. "WeII give you A dose Of the otherwise Bend
 over"
 It vas not to be supposed that 8
 lieutenant of the Deutschstadt Cuirss-
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The Reward of PersistemCy1 1 By Joe pr~

That's right affirmed the youns man. Remember saying at the same time that I might be smart, but I'd never be smart enough to make you marry me?"
 "Yes; and meant It." "Of course you did But then, you see, that was yesterday, and we were in the billiard room. Now it's today, and you're in a punt, and''-he leaned | back in his seat and regarded her with pleasant smile-"and I've got your pole and paddle"
 The girl gave a startled cry as she confirmed this statement. Then with | a hasty movement she stepped into the boat.
 You horrible coward!" she cried. T suppose you were going to leave me on the island"
 Without replying, the young man worked his pole until the two punts were end to end. and then skillfully. 1 punted himself and the girl out into midstream.
 Yes" he admitted. when he had l accomplished this feat. that was the weak point of the scheme. If I'd left | you one the island you could have l hailed passers-by." You see,'' said the girl scornfulIy. you admit yourself your idea was no ! good"
 Yes. But now, you see, you being | in the boat. I can shove you round 1 to the back of the island. Nobody l goes there once in a blue moo1."
 The girl pondered over her dilemma 1 for a moment.
 And what good do you think it's all going to do you? You can't leave me there forever. They'd discover my ! body sooner or later"
 Well" he admitted frankly, -''I cer- tainly hadn't planned how to get rid of your body. I was hoping you'd give in before 1t came to that. You see, our both disappearing like this. first thing in the morning, they'll think we've eloped." With her chin in her hands the girl stared fxedly at the water.
 And you really are going to be- have as you say?"
 "Yes. You see," he pointed out apologetically, you said you'd only marry 8 masterful man. I'm awful sorry; but do mean it"
 The girl was silent for nearly 8 minute
 ! "All right" she said at last, sitting up briskly; "but mind you, shall call you Thomas when we're mar ried."
 q shall go home in my own punt, said the girl; you get back into your own boat"
 "AlI right" he said, as he obeyed; "I'll give you back your pole" e. , The girl smiled. ...-sy "It doesn't matter" she said. "I'ye
 got spare one. Didn't you see it?'
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. 6Y ELSIE ENOlCoTT-

young couple.
 Everybody, including Anne, of course, knew that Max Claus had been madIy and hopelessly in love with Louise and that even now he admired her as much as ever.
 The short lady forgot all her i'm patience and misery in her enjoy ment of the silent drama. But what was Anne lingering inside her huff so nervously all the time? And why had her blush become permanent? The short lady kept her eyes glued on her, she felt something was going to happen.
 Yes, now it did happen For with uimble fingers Anne suddenly put a blue silk remnant into the pocket Of Louise's ulster so that merely the corner of 1t was visible. Pushed from every side Louise felt nothing
 It was now the short lady's turn to pay but the cashier had to remind her twice. For short moment she lost sight of the Clauss. Then she saw them again. They were ready to leave when an excited female voice stopped them short. Max Claus shuddered and elbowed his way through the crowd. Anne followed close behind him. She was ghastly pale.
 In front of 2 coIdIy' polite store official stood Louise Helsen, her aris- tocratic face flushed with anger. h. dignantIy she stared at the blue silk remnant, the man held in his hand
 You deny that you stole this" he said sarcastically. Perhaps you will explain how 1t happened to get into your pocket?'
 The young lady wrung her hands.
 q have not the slightest idea" she
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By Joe BusChe

the young lady,
 Young lady! Where?"
 Miss Templeman, think, sir. She's gone toward the river"
 Reaching the bank he was just in time to see the girl, in a punt, dis appearing round bend in the river.
 To unchain the nearest punt and set out in pursuit was the work of an impulsive moment. As he neared the bend, however, he slackened his eff forts and lit a cigarette.
 Upon reflection he realized that her presence on the river in no way i'm proved his position. Even assuming an accident his inability to swim de- prived him of any better opportunity than of hauling her out at the end of a boathook or of jumping overheard himself and holding her up on a puntpole until somebody came along and fshed them both out. Neither act seemed likely to compel her re- spectful love.
 As he drifted slowly round the curve, he was startled to find the girl had disappeared, punt and all. For one mortified moment he thought that opportunity had forgotten to give him a call in time-and then he ob- served the punt drawn up against a small island. The girl, having land ed, was busily engaged plucking wild flowers.
 "Nows my chance" he murmured thoughtfully, 'if I only jolly well knew what it was" An idea came to him. 'By Jove!" he chuckIed admir- ingly "smart-oh, jolly smart!" Padding softly, he drew alongside ,41r the pole and paddle. Morning." he called out, this ac- complished.
 The girl turned round in astonish- ment-
 1 "Hullo!" she cried, ''you still up?'
 Still up," he echoed, hurt at the l implication. Hang it, I've just got up. Matter of fact" he went on, witt friendly frankness, 'T couldn't sleep I was trying to make up my mint whether it was better to marry a gir you like, or a girl who likes you | Whats your opinion
 "If I were you," stated the girl, |" should think myself lucky to get mar ried at all-without being married fo your money, I mean, of course"
 O." urged the young man, after i moments consideration-"O, I don think you'd marry me for my money.
 Me? I wouldn't marry you for million pounds"
 ''No; that's what I say; there l nothing mercenary about you"
 The girl wrinkled her brows in per plexity.
 ''I don't understand a bit wha you're talking about. What have t do with it? I told you yesterday wouldn't marry you"
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Tommy's Retaliation ovrn~rmnr

"Do you know the fellows name and regiuentf" he asked; and Tommy, happily, knew both.
 Lieutenant the Count von Dorn of the Deutschstadt Cuirassiers." he re- piled; and Borrodaile of Brasenose gravely noted the particulars in his pocketbook and said, with the air of grim resolution which sits naturally on the countenances of boatingmen:
 Every well, Lieutenant the Count von Dorn of the Deutschstadt Cuiras- sters must be broken"
 He spoke as a chief of the staff might speak of a mutinous subaltern. The others wondered and asked ques- tons, not doubting their captains abil- ity to carry through any piece of busi- ness he might undertake. but merely feeling curious as to the methods l'e would adopt
 What! Have you got friend in the Foreign Office?"
 ''No, and he wouldn't be able to help me If had"
 What then?"
 "I know the customs of the country. My father used to be a British chap lain in Deutschstadt. He was man of peace, but-he took an interest in other things as we'll" | And he told you-T
 He told me what offenses officers in l Deutschstadt are apt to be broken for i; and I'm going to put Lieut.. the Count | von Dorn of the Deutschstadt Cuirras- siers in the way of committing one of those offenses.'
 Other questions, of course, were asked, but Borrodiale declined to an swer them. He was not one of those who boast before the hour comes for taking the armor off he feared lest premature boasting might interfere with the execution of his plan.
 "I think" he said. T shall be able to induce Lieut.. the Count von Dorn tc disgrace his uniform In way of which the authorities will have to take seri- ous notice;" but he refused further in- formation, merely adding: T donr suppose I shall want help; but I may want witnesses. Who'd like to come 9 The answer was, of course, that the entire crew would like to come, anC that every member of the crew would like to bring 8 friend; and so it va: arranged.
 No doubt, too, estonishment, albei of an agreeable kind, was felt by thu Deutschstadt hotel keeper at whost house IS athletic young Englishmen with a healthy thirst and proper ap preciatton of Deutschstadt beer, de seconded unexpectedly in the dead 0 winter: 6 time when, aD rule. hi only clients were commercial travel CTS.
 The drama which he witnessed va
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in one act, and one only. There is no need to relate the tracking down of Lieutenant the Count von Dorn ty means of a Deutschstadt army list and a Deutschstadt directory-that was merely the necessary preliminary to the setting of the scene. Enough to say that he had been so traced to his lair, and that the daily program of his movements was known.
 Hes had lawyers letter" Borro- daile explained. He's been offered the chance of begging Tommy's par don on his knees in a public place. He didn't even answer the letter; so now we must come to business"
 He explained partially, but not en- tirely, what he meant by coming to business.
 Lieutenant the Count von Dorn is out to marry money on the strength of his honor and his sword and his uni form, and all the rest of it. He calls on his hancee every afternoon at 4 o'clock I shall not touch him ex- 1 cept in self-defense; but I shall give him the opportunity of disgracing his uniform on the doorstep, and rather i fancy he will take It."
 | Attired in the smart uniform of the 1 Deutschstadt Cuirassiers he swaggered l along on the narrow pavement, exact ! ly as he had swaggered on the day on i which he pushed Tommy Smithers in- | to the mud. He was the only officer | in the street; and all the civilians whom he passed stepped. as usual, de- ferentially out of his way, yielding the wall to him. Or, rather, all civilians did so except one, and that one was Borrodaile of Brasenose, who kept on his way imperturbably, showing no sign Of any intention to step aside.
 Aus den weg," said the lieutenant authoritatively, with the usual ges- ture.
 T beg your pardon" said the cap tain of the O. U. B. C. with suave de termination, bringing his heels togeth- CT and standing massive and motion less as 8 mountain.
 The lieutenant was taken aback. His first thought was that he had can. noned against a superior officer 1T multi. He looked again and assured himself that be had only to deal witt 8 clumsy English tourist. He alsc perceived that there were several oth CT clumsy English tourists hanging about. smiling their disdatnful Englisf smiles at his discomfture, go he wal
 put on his mettle and felt that tht honor of the uniform was at stake.
 Didn't you understand what
 said?" he demanded angrily.
 Perfectly" replied Borrodails 0 Brasenose. in his biandest oxfort
 manner.
 Then why don't you get out of th
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like a girl's-and you've 8 dimple in 1t, too"
 The young man sighed despairingly. "I can't help having a dimple. Be- sides, even if I were a beetle-browed scowler, you'd want something diff ferent."
 "No, shouldn't I've made up my mind. The man I shall marry will be capable of picking me up in his arms and running away with me-"
 "Hm," said the young man, eying her consideringly, it'd want bit of doing. Still, I don't mind having a shot at it if you're keen. How far have got to run?"
 'Idiot!" cried the girl, retreating before his outstretched arms. "I1l box your ears if you dare"
 There you are," he grumbled. Isn't that just what I've been say ing? You don't know what you do want. How d'you expect me to run about with you if you won't let me get fair hold
 Still slightly breathless from her incipient alarm, the girl, from behind the shelter of a chair. regarded him doubtfully.
 What would you do If I did box your ears?" she demanded. IIO" you Iucdn--4L pISACO you up? Put you down again. of course Your hand mayn't be very big but it's good and fiat The girl looked disappointed. You you wouldn't even have shaken me?"
 Lord. no; I've not shaken anything bigger than bottle of sauce for years. Mean to say you'd like me to?" "Id never speak to you again if you did" she declared vehemently. ] She hesitated. Only I should love a man who could treat me like that. l Not would-could. I'd hate him if he ever really did"
 i've got it!" cried the young man l triumphantly. "I know what's the matter with you"
 1 "What?" she demanded, flushing. Imaginative dyspepsia: and it's a | jolly serious thing, let me tell you. You've caught 1t from one of those library books. You've been reading about some muscle-bound waster. with an eye like a Bunsen burner sort of chap who makes you feel like a frozen rabbit whenever he looks at ! you. He's as majestic as an oak tree, and just about as slippy in his move | ments; when he feels exceptionally l chatty he grunts at 10-second inter vals. He swears he's never kissed a | girl before in his life, and when he does break the promise he made to mother you would have guessed it without being told"
 "Idiot!" cried the girl. 'I'm not an idiot-at least, not more than usual. Some girls dream about the let-me-catch-cold-u your-wipdow man, and others prefer
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 row shaft. The only free space around her was that above her head and she used 1t to hold up her hands, waving her purse and the bill.
 When her turn to pay would come she did not know, for the living wall In front of her prevented her from seeing the cashiers desk. From far away came the voices of the nervous cashiers, Please don't throw the bills about" Slowly, almost imperceptibly the crowd moved forward. There was still a human circle all around the short lady. grooming and signing. The short lady stood close behind Max and Anne Claus. It was really they. So that capricious woman had even been able to persuade her giant Of husband, who was very much in love with her, to come with her to @ bargain sale 4 man can give no greater proof Of his love.
 Suddenly the inquisitive eyes of the short lady opened wide. She had discovered the cause of Anne's ner- vousness and anxiety-Louise Hell sen, fair and tall and eristQcratic looking as always. stood right next to Anne. Her expression did not be- tray that she had discovered the irony of fate tn placing her next to the
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declared.
 The man took hold of Louise's arm.
 Please come along" he said, but suddenly he felt himself flung aside.
 You dare touch me, siri" Louise's eyes shot fire.
 What an actress" cried 8 thin man in the front row. The officer made another attempt to lay his hands on the thief.
 The short lady trembled. She cleared her throat and tried to speak, but before she succeeded she sud denly felt an open space at her side into which she quickly moved.
 It was Mac Claus. who had pushed the crowd aside and now protectingly placed himself in front of Louise.
 You are mistaken" he said and his face was as white az g sheet. This young lady is innocent"
 Breathless silence followed Tho official bowed politely to Claus.
 May I ask you to step into the of- flee. sir." he said
 Max Claus offered Louise his arm. A piercing cry rang out behind him He turned around and looked into the terrified face of his wife.
 Do you know who did 1t, Max7~ she asked.
 He had not known until this mo- ment, but Anne's face told him !every- thing. He fought dreadful strug- gle with himself. His face seemed to turn into stone.
 Without letting go of Louise's arm he followed the official into the offica. Sympathetic women looked after Anne, who had fainted.
 The short lady waited, outside the door until Louise came out again alone, with 6 singular expression c4 happinssH in her eyeS-
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GOING HOME IN OWN PUNT YOU GET IN YOUR BOAT"

police court The primitive gallant who wooed the object of his affec- tions with 8 club would be denied ad- mittance to the smartest set
 The frock coat of civilization fits so closely to our frames that we en- deavcr to persuade ourselves that 1t is our natural skin. So much, in deed, do we desire to convince our selves of this that we have passed a social law forbidding anybody even to appear in his shirt sleeves in front of ladies. When lady so far forgets herself as to turn up her nose at our immaculate frock coat and admires, or imagines she admires, natural hide, this prohibition comes rather hard.
 The young man felt this. The girl
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he corrected modestly-

Not 1ot," he corrected modestly- "a bit"
 But there's one thing you'll never, never know"
 What's one among so many7 What Is 1t "
 You'll never know enough to make me marry you"
 The remainder of that day the young man spent in deep thought. It was not very deep, but still it was deep for practically virgin soil.
 The idea of abduction he dismissed at once. For one thing, he was un- practiced in the art. The idea of holding struggling maiden with one hand and steering flying motor car with the other seemed hardly worth taking 8 joint life insurance policy
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-15

1y. whereabouts does the sun rise, as a ruler"
 Richards, 8 taciturn man, returned his greeting with a touch of the cap, and silently extended his arm.
 Good" said the young man, facing in the direction indicated That's the-the-east, isn't it? Long to wait to see it?"
 Parrish time, Sir, 1t don't rise till a little after about these parts"
 "The dickens!" calculated the young man blankly. He reflected a moment and then gave an embarrassed laugh "Rut of course-what a fool I am! What time do you make it now about -"
 Ten past, sir. The gardner hesi- tated. "If so be as you're looking for
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out for.
 The notion of leaving the affair in her mothers hands did, indeed, occur to him as a pretty easy solution of the whole problem, but he was too much of sportsman to give it more than 8 passing thought.
 He had almost decided to take her out for row on the river and upset her in midstream, thus winning her love by saving her life, when the recollection that he could not sw1m came along and discouraged him.
 To compel a girls young love in these ultra-chiYalrous days Is a mat ter of some difficulty. Pertruchio would nowadays find himself in the
The Bridgeport times and evening farmer., 1919-04-15

the st1e-when-I-want-you kind. It's just matter of taste.'
 Anyhow" cried the girl heatedly nobody ever dreams about men of your type.'
 Perhaps not" he assented con- tentedly, but when they wake up it's my sort they marry. If they don t wake. up, in time they get nightmare. You'd much better be sensible at the start and put up with me-"
 You're not such fool as you look. Tommie," said the girl thought fully, after a slight pause.
 Course I'm not he said pleasant Iy, there's bound to be a limit"
 And you think you know lot"