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EUGENE ANDERSON.
President Georgia-Aiabama Business
College, Macon, Ga.
J. W. Rountree, with the real estate
firm of Ware & Hughes, Atlanta, Ga.,
writes: “I have had it proven to my
satisfaction that the Ga.-Ala. at Ma
con is the best business college in the
South today, because it is presided
over by the most tireless and intelli
gent worker that young business peo
ple ever had as champion and friend.
Mr. Anderson is a genius in his work
and gets results that are out of the
reach of most men. He has made
the Ga.-Ala. a truly great training
school in which the highest theories
and most perfect practice are com
bined.”
Mr. Anderson says he would rath
er train a student perfectly on credit
than to give him an imperfect course
for the cash. This has proven a win
ning motto.
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TRIAL AND TRIUMPH
(Continued From Page Three)
those who held out their palms. Syl
via, dressed in white, the brown pow
der washed from her lily face, and
Faith and Claude Harland were dis
tributing sweetmeats to the children.
King could not help watching the
graceful movements of Hubert
Thorne’s daughter and thinking of her
when he had seen her pale, terrified
little face in the court room where her
father was being tried for his life.
“Still admiring the rural beauty?”
said a voice at his side. He looked
around and frowned as he saw Belle
Boylan. “What do you think of her?”
she asked.
“That she is the loveliest being I
ever saw,” he answered, not looking
at her.
“You are enthusiastic!” she sneered.
“It is not long since you professed to
admire a different type of beauty. But
you are a creature of change.”
“Such is not my record among my
friends,” he returned, shortly.
“But I know it to be true. I have
proved your fickleness. Not long ago
you seemed to be my friend; now you
show me no regard —not even respect.
What has caused this change? Tell
me.”
“It is no use to discuss it,” he said,
coldly.
“But it must be discussed. I must
know why you have turned from me.
That woman—Agnes Dudley—l know
she has slandered me to you. It is all
through her spite and her groundless
jealousy. I can explain everything.
Listen to me,” she exclaimed, passion
ately, grasping his arm to detain him
as he turned to leave her.
“There is no need of any explana
tion. I have my convictions; they can
not be shaken.”
His voice was deliberate, his face
stern, yet she still held his arm. Her
pride was swallowed up in the fear
that she had forever lost this man’s
esteem. “Is this final?” she pleaded.
“It is final.”
She loosed her hold on his arm. It
seemed to her that she loosed, too, her
hold on everything worth living for.
She looked at him as he walked away.
Her clenched hands fell to her side;
her bosom heaved in a stifled sob.
“Unjust! cruel!” she muttered. “He
might have made a good woman of
me, but now ”
A reckless, defiant spirit came to
her. She felt a scorn of herself for
having showed so little pride. She
would show him that she was not a
spiritless slave to be cowed and
crushed by his Puritan displeasure.
She walked quickly to the gypsy
camp and joined the company in front
of it. She held out her dainty palm
to one of the pretended seeresses.
“Fame and a rich husband” were
quickly promised her.
“Your oracle is too flattering to be
true,” she said. “I prefer to have my
future unveiled by the seer on Mystic
Island.”
“You mean Nemo?” the girl re
turned. “Yes, Nemo can tell you
things that really come true —when-
ever he will. But it is only once in a
great while that the fit takes him.”
“Perhaps it will take him tonight,”
cried Anabel, her eyes kindling as she
saw Glenn approaching. “It is a night
for magic. Mr. Glenn, was it you who
promised to take me to Mystic Island
to see the hermit?” She turned to
him as he came near, accompanied by
two men. .He stopped and looked re
gretfully into her beaming face.
“I am very sorry,” he said, bending
close to her, “but I shall have to at
tend to some business here. In half
aii hour I hope to be free.”
As he passed on, he heard Colonel
The Golden Age for September 8, 1910.
Dudley say, “It was I who promised to
take you to the island. Come; I will
get this little darkey to show us the
way to Nemo’s cabin.”
She hesitated a moment; then, as
she saw King standing not far away,
she laid her hand on Colonel Dudley’s
arm. “Yes, I will go,” she said. She
experienced a reckless satisfaction in
knowing that King would see them
walk away together, beyond the bril
liantly illuminated space intb the
moon-lit and shadow-haunted vistas
that led to Mystic Lake.
Running on ahead, their dusky little
pilot led them to the spot on the bank
of the farther lake, where a boat was
moored to a tree. They stepped in,
the colonel took the paddle and shot
the little skiff across the narrow space
of rippling, moon-lit water to the tiny
island, on which they got out.
Anabel was seized with misgivings.
She reproached herself with impru
dence in coming to this lonely spot
with Colonel Dudley. The path along
which they went, following their guide,
was narrow and lined with trees and
undergrowth. A night bird flew out
and flapped across their way. It
struck the girl as an evil omen. She
came to a standstill. “Let us go
back,” she said.
“Oh, we’s done here,” cried the lit
tle darkey. “Yon’s de house. Don’
you see de light an’ hear ole man Ne
mo’s fiddle? He kin play, I tell you.
Hush! dat’s his dog!” as a growl and
then a deep bark came from the cabin.
“Es he set dat dog on you, man’ you’ll
wish you hadn’t come. He knows me,
he do, and I’ll jes holler an’ let him
know it’s me.”
He gave a shrill “hello” and an
nounced, “It’s jes’ Andy.” The fiddle
ceased, and they went on. They
stopped before the padlocked gate of
a high fence enclosing a narrow space
about the cabin. Fence and house
were so covered with vines that they
seemed a part of the wild nature
around them. A fire of spicy-smelling
pine had been kindled on a little
mound in front of the house. It threw
gleams of ruddy light over the front
of the hut, aiding the moonlight to dis
pel the shadows of the trees and illum
inating the figure of Nemo sitting on
the step of the vine-canopied stoop of
his house, his fiddle across his knees
and his wolfish black dog standing by
him, watchfully regarding the intrud
ers.
“Good evening, sir,” greeted the
colonel, affably, as he looked over the
high ..gate. “Can we speak to you a
moment?”
Nemo rose to his feet and walked
slowly to the gate, the dog keeping
close behind him. The man’s strange
appearance impressed his visitors. His
tall figure, slightly bent; his thick
gray hair falling to his shoulders, his
long gray beard, his eyes looking out
from under heavy brows, gave him a
remarkable, a majestic personality.
His visitors felt that they were intrud
ers and should apologize.
“We are strangers,” said Colonel
Dudley. “We came with the excursion
from Altamont today to see your
beautiful little town. We had a
glimpse of this romantic little island
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A “SQUARE DEAL”
It is often argued that women do
not have an equal chance with men,
for enjoyment and usefulness,* be
cause * women suffer so much from
pain and weakness. In a general
sense, it is true that women bear more
physical pain than men. However,
the belief that women must suffer
regularly, on account of ailments and
weakness peculiar to their sex, has
been successfully contradicted by the
relifef so many women have obtained
by the use of Cardui, that great reme
dy for suffering women.
During the past fifty years, many
thousands of women have written us,
telling of the immediate relief and
permanent benefit they have received
from Cardui. These letters cover a
great many forms of womanly illness.
Mrs. M. E. Allred of Hartford, Wash.,
writes: “Ever since I was 16 years
old, I have suffered from female
troubles. I had headache, backache
and other troubles, every month.
Some two years ago, I began to use
Cardui, and since then I have had no
backache, *my other troubles have
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and I am well.*’ •
What Cardui has done for Mrs.
Allred and other women, it surely
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CITY COMFORTS FOR RURAL
SECTIONS.
Here is Good News for Every Rural
Citizen.
In looking back a few short years,
and contrasting then with the present
day, one can hardly realize the great
strides forward that have been made
in the rural sections; especially does
this apply in the Southern States.
Just stop a moment and think of the
hardships (for they are truly hard
ships) that the rural citizen has had to
undergo, in comparison with the man
ifold conveniences of city life. Is it a
wonder, then, that our young men and
women flee from the farm and seek
employment and a livelihood where
living is worth the while? These con
ditions, though, are rapidly becoming
ancient history, and the modern, up
to-date, rural residence, no matter how
remote, can now enjoy all the com
forts and privileges of a handsomely
equipped city mansion, and at a re
markably small cost.
What we consider the greatest con
venience and time and temper saver
to the farmer or suburb citizen of re
cent years is the water and lighting
system, handled by the Patent Still
Fixtures Co., of Savannah, Ga. It is a
difficult matter to describe in detail
this system, but it consists of every
thing necessary for a complete water
and lighting system throughout the en
tire house, such as engine, generator,
switchboard, storage batteries, elec
tric lamps, water tank and boiler, bath
tub and toilet, hot and cold water fix
tures, etc. The entire outfit, that is,
the machinery part, is installed in the
basement of the house, or an outhouse,
and is simplicity itself. The cost of
a water and lighting system of this
kind is so small that every home-own
er, regardless of his means, can easily
afford one. It saves “going to the
spring”, or well, carrying water up and
down stairs and insures sanitary
premises. It saves the wife many a
step, and materially lightens her
household duties. This entire system
can be installed in thirty days, and
oftentimes in less time than that, and
it is certainly worth investigating.
Every man who owns a home and
doesn’t have hot and cold water con
veniences and bath and toilet right
in the house, is depriving himself, his
wife and his children of the home’s
greatest comfort. It can’t do any harm
to look into this wonderful water and
lighting system for rural homes, and
a card addressed to the Patent Still
Fixtures Company, Savannah, Ga., will
bring full particulars. Think of it!
Electric lights, hot and cold water,
bath and toilet on every floor of your
housed
