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Arrange them, I shall return in a few minutes for
She went to see Horace Bradmore with an air
of enforced gaiety, and allowed him to take both
her hands in greeting.
“1 am presenting to each one of my guests a
trifling favor, as a memento of this ocasion. With
my own hand I present to you yours. By wearing
it, you will make me the happiest man in the
She allowed him to fasten upon her left arm an
almost priceless bracelet. Then kissing her hand,
he hurried away before she realized what had oc
Mr. Deveaux and Christiana drove to the theatre
in silence. As he assisted her from the carriage,
he said, “Christiana, I hope you will have the good
sense not to give a public exhibition of your temper
She could not control herself to reply. They
were seated in Bradmore’s box before the curtain
arose. Hundreds of opera glasses were leveled at
them. Murmers of admiration were heard in all
parts of the house. She was the acknowledged
beauty of the fashionable assembly. “ Deveaux’s
a lucky dog.” “They say it was a love match,
too.” “Almost incredible that Deveaux could
have remained in love with the same woman long
enough to have married her.” “He had sense
enough to capture a prize when he had the oppor
tunity.” Such were some of the comments.
When Horace Bradmore bowed over Christiana,
he pressed the hand which bore his gift and almost
touched his lips to the roses over her heart. She
smiled graciously upon him, and from the way she
seemed to linger upon his every word, much sur
prise was aroused within and expressed by those
who knew him. He was almost hilarious over the
encouragement she gave him. He thought he had
completely captivated her. He was so pleased with
himself and with the whole world just then, the
glitter of anger in Deveaux’s eyes did not ruffle
him in the least. Christiana really loathed him.
Mr. Deveaux was goaded to desperation. At the
end of the first act, he excused himself and was
next seen greeting Isabelle Conrad in a box on the
opposite side of the house. His face was all smiles
Yet, at that moment, there was not a more mis
erable man in all the world than Julian Deveaux,
nor was there a more unhappy woman than his wife.
Each gaily laughed and talked and jested. Music
filled the air. The perfume of flowers was every
where. When the curtain again went up, the play,
La Tosca, was resumed, a story of love, friendship
and sacrifice; of passion, hatred, revenge and death.
Fannie Davenport was at her best..
But another play was being enacted which meant
real life or death to a man and woman, hearts were
truly breaking, the character and destiny of two
people were really tottering on the brink of ruin.
Horace Bradmore and a party of twelve, at mid
night, were seated in a private dining room at the
Waldorf Astoria. At two o’clock they were still
eating and drinking. At three the party was dis
persing. Mr. Deveaux had disappeared. There was
an embarrassing wait for Christiana. Horace Brad
more pretended to make every effort to find Julian,
but was unsuccessful. There was no alternative
but for him to accompany her home. He was half
intoxicated, and she shrank from him, but what
else could she do without making a scene? She had
taken so much wine in her own despair, she was not
her real self.
Once by her side in the carriage, he abandoned
even all pretence of discretion, declared his adora
tion for her, betrayed her husband’s unfaithfulness
to her,, and begged her at once to fly with him to
some foreign country.
Christiana now awoke to the real situation. Tn
her innocence, she had not before so much as
dreamed of what she might bring upon herself. She
had not learned that it were possible to heat “a
furnace for your foe so hot, that it do singe your
(Continued next week.)
The Golden Age for May 10, 1906.
KUJI 2ND HUIN
Love for the Saloon Keeper—But Death to the Saloon.
A Monument of Horror.
By ALEX W. BEALER.
The charge has been made that we need the rev
enue from the sale of whiskey to help in educating
our children and to use in running the towns and
cities in the State of Georgia.
The charge is false, and when it is made, all the
little devils in hell and the imps from the four
corners of perdition gather themselves together and
turn green with envy to see that the sons of men
are reaching the mountain heights of falsehood
and threatening to put them out of business.
If the charge is true, let us tear down the statue
of Henry Grady that stands in our capital city,
where the waves of commerce rise and fall; let us
invade the halls of the State Capitol and beat down
the marble figure of Benjamin Harvey Hill; let us
go down to Crawfordville, the home of “the great
commoner,” and, dragging his marble statue from
the proud pedestal upon which it stands, grind it
into powder and scatter it to the winds of Heaven;
let us go into every Georgia city, into the towns
throughout our well beloved state, and tear down
the monuments erected in memory of the Confeder
ate soldiers; let us do more than this—let us wipe
out the grave of these faithful men, let us obliter
ate from our minds the sacred day upon which we
scatter flowers of love above their senseless dust—
for if this claim is true we have made a mistake,
That the Florida Sponge production is being de
pleted very rapidly with the inevitable result that
the American sponge supply will soon be gone was
testified to by Dr. Hugh M. Smith, of the United
States fish commission before a special subcommit
tee of the house committee on merchant marine and
fisheries. He favored pending bills to prevent
aliens from taking sponges in American waters and
to prohibit the use of diving apparatus in sponge
The Second Coming of Christ
By Len G. Broughton.
Price 50 cents.
Representative Women of the Bible
By Len G. Broughton.
The Pepper Publishing Co. has been publishing
these books. They are going out of business. They
had on hand about 700 copies of “The Second
Coming of Christ,” and about 1.400 copies of the
“Representative Women of the Bible.” We bought
the lot at a bargain. Until the supply is exhaust
ed we will send either volume postpaid to any
address upon receipt of the above price; or we will
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THE GOLDEN AGE,
i Atlanta, Ga.
a fatal mistake; they were not great men in any
sense of the word, the great men, the real servants
of the people are those who have helped to fasten
the whiskey traffic as a mill-stone about the neck
of this proud old commonwealth.
If the charge is true that we are being bene
fitted by the revenue from the whiskey traffic—that
we need it to help us in carrying on the great work
that has been committed into our hands, we need
to erect a new monument, and to stand it upon
the high places in the State of Georgia. It should
be a monument built upon a base made of human
skulls and cross bones. Upon this foundation I
would erect a heroic figure in bronze and marble,
or something that would long withstand the corrod
ing tooth of time. It should be the figure of a
reeling drunkard. In one pocket there should be
a loaded bottle—in another a loaded pistol; one hand
should hold a gleaming, dripping dirk—the other
should clutch a throttled babe—one foot should rest
upon the murdered father and the other should
have crushed the home into fragments.
This, I think, would be a true representation of
the benefits coming to the State of Georgia from
the whiskey traffic.
Then, if we need this revenue, we could take the
rising generation, the brave boys and beautiful
girls of Georgia—our glorious sons and daughters,
and teach them to look with swelling heart and
tear-dimmed eyes upon this enduring memorial to
the great benefactor (?) of the State of Georgia.
The Vatican has definitely settled the question of
the division of the money, $7,000,000, paid by the
United States for the friars’ land in the Philip
pines, having decided that the interest on the
amount shall be divided into three separate sums
and be distributed yearly by the Vatican, one to the
Philippine dioceses, according to their needs; anoth
er to the institution erected by the religious orders
in the Philippines; and the third to the orders,
largely for their missions in the Far East, and to
support the aged friars, who were ir f'.e Philip
‘The News” of West Point, Ga., and Lanett,
Ala., has many items of interest in its current is
sue; the chief among these, perhaps, is the outline
of a plan for the “twin cities” to approach Mr.
Carnegie asking for a donation to establish a li
brary for the joint use of West Point and Lanett.
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