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14 Arrange them, I shall return in a few minutes for my wraps.” 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 world.” 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 curred. 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 here tonight.” 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 now. 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 self.” (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 gathering. FREE! FREE! The Second Coming of Christ By Len G. Broughton. Price 50 cents. Representative Women of the Bible By Len G. Broughton. Price SI.OO. 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 give you a copy of either book as per the following offers: To Old Subscribers: Send us Two Dollars advancing your subscription one year to the Golden Age, and we will send your choice of these books postpaid as a premium. To Mew Subscribers: Send us Two Dollars for one year’s subscription to the Golden Age, and take your choice of the two books. Either sent postpaid on receipt of order. Another edition of these books may not appear soon. First come, first served. If you want either book, order now to insure getting it. 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 pines. ‘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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