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14 A College For Young Women A true home for young women that pos sesses all the desirable elements. Beautifully and healthfully located in the foothills of Mid dle Georgia in a region where the winter cli mate is mild yet invigorating. Fifty-two acres in campus. Atmosphere of Christian culture and refinement. Four years collegiate course leading to A. B. de gree. Foremost American and European institutions represented on faculty. Full departments of Music, Art, Expression, Languages, Science, Household Economics and Pre paratory. Gymnasium with tennis, basketball, etc. Attractive Booklet upon Request. C. H. S. JACKSON, A. M., LL. D., President. r orsyt'.'i Georgia SHORTER. COLLEGEI CL- ROME » GEORGIA y r A High Grade Institution for Young Women. Beautifully ! Sk i located near the Mountains in the most healthful section of the South—not 1 a death in the College during the forty years of its existence. A widely Vt. patronized institution. Every convenience of the modern home. Every iWbtl /WV bed room connected with study and private bath. Thoroughly mod fAylifP \ \ uXU) ern buildings of re-enforced concrete, absolutely fire proof. 200 acres in M'zr/ grounds and campus. Large faculty from the leading American and European universities. Full literary course leading to A. B. degree. Best b advantages in Music, Art. Expression and Domestic Science. Physical Development emphasized. Address A. W. VAN HOOSE, President. Box 45, Rome. Georgia I . ■ . . 3 Southern < Female College IfilL % Founded in 1842 Located in Georgia’s ideal college city, the beautiful “City of Roses and Elms.” An altitude of 800 f eet ' winters and healthful This famous old college has been the chosen institution of learning for girls for three suc cessive generations—the second oldest chartered college for women in America. Mothers throughout Dixie point with pride to the training given them here, and are proud to send us their daughters. The college provides a strong faculty, modern, sanitary thoroughly equipped buildings, a beautiful campus. The college course includes industrial, normal and religious training, music and art. Seventy first session opens Sept. 11. Write for catalog and terms. Address J. E. RICKETSON, President, Box 18. LaGrange, Ga. Atlanta College of Pharmacy Twenty-1 wo years of remarkably successful work. Greater demand for our graduates than we can supply. Best attendance south of Philadelphia. Begins Oct. fith. Address GEORGE F. I’AY'NE, Ph.G., President : : 255 Courtland St., Atlanta, Georgia NORMAN J 1 INSTITUTE Norman Park, A Christian School for Boys and Girls. Electric Lights, Steam Heat, Artesian Water, Board and! Tuition, sll7. Write for Catalogue. THE GOLDEN AGE FOR WEEK OF AUG. 28 and do nothing that could possibly excite the savages to wrath. Her hope of life was small, for she had never yet heard of Red Knife’s having rob bed a white man or woman without taking a scalp! But still something might depend upon her manner of treating them and, for the sake of those loved ones, she would not throw a chance away. So, as calmly as possible, she re plied to the savage that, if he and his companions would sit down, she would get them as much as they want ed to eat. “Get eat; but first get rum!” grunted Red Knife. “Ah! ugh! get rum!” cried the oth er two. Mrs. Henderson hesitated. If they had rum and got drunk, they would be sure to kill her and her children. They would do it, if only for sport. But she was not allowed to hesitate a great while. “No have rum first,” said the lead er, drawing his knife as he spoke; “then have blood first, and rum we find when we want him.” For an instant the woman’s heart grew sick and faint, and her head diz zy, but, with a mighty effort, she re gained her composure. “You do not understand me,” she said. “I was trying to think where was the key. My husband has men to work for him, and he fears they get too much.” At this little bit of innocent fibbing the Indians laughed, and Mrs. Hender son stepped to the mantel and took down a key and then went to the dresser and got a pitcher, after which she told them to wait while she went and drew the rum. The whiskey was in a half-barrel in the little store room, at the back side of the house and when the pitch er was about half full Red Knife made his appearance. His eyes sparkled when he saw the cask and quickly putting the woman aside, he took the p'tcher from her hand, the liquor run ning, meantime, upon the floor. “See!” cried the hostess, “you lose much rum so.” “Ugh! How fix him?” She showed him how to turn the stop of the faucet, and when he had drank his fill, he refilled the pitcher, carried it into the kitchen, and gave it to his companions, who very quickly emptied it; whereupon Red Knife said to the woman: “You get vittles —quick! We hun gry. I get rum.” One more effort and our little wom an overcame the faint spell, and went at work setting the table, upon which she placed nearly all the prepared food she had in the house; and when she had done all she could, she told them they could eat. They looked at her, then looked at the table, lit erally groaning beneath its weight of food. “Ugh!” grunted Red Knife, and with a prolongation of the grunt in h : s throat, he gathered the cloth by the corners, piling everything into a con fused mass, and, lifting it from the table, he deposited it upon the floor, after which the three sat down and commenced to claw out the food from the broken dishes. Mrs. Henderson drew back and watched them. They had emptied the pitcher a second time, and Red Knife had himself refilled it, as before. They were growing crazy with fire-water very fast; and as they squatted there A BORDER HEROINE (Continued from page 3.) upon the floor and ate, they talked in their own unearthly gutturalism; but the poor listener could make out, from their looks and signs, that they were talking of her and the children, and that they bad arranged that each should have a scalp—Red Knife claim ing hers! She was sure that was what they talked of. Hark! The little one awoke, and called, “Mamma, Mamma!” and when they had discovered whence came the new sound, Red Knife cried out with a smile of horrid joy corru gating his demon face: “Ah—ha! Two scalps for me! Me big brave! Ugh!” Merciful God. What could she do/ Had she been alone she might have taken to flight; but not now, with the little ones there! Under the weight of a power so dread that she could not throw it off, she sank into a chair, and a dizziness came over her, which lasted until she heard the savages getting upon their feet. “Oh!” she cried in her own thought “why cannot some one come with a grist now!” But there was no hope, no hope! She looked up, expecting to see the sharp knives drawn; and the picture came to her terror-fraught mind of the massacre of her little ones! But the Indians were not quite ready to silence the woman’s tcngue forever. One more item of informa they sought. Red Knife staggered up toward her, his face made more horrible by its drunken leer, and his voice abominably coarse and porcine. “Ugh! Look, squaw! Big warrior, me! Fight much —give away much — spend much money. Now money all gone—me want more. Show me where pale face put silver and gold! Look! squaw—one, two, three little ones. They worth money/ Then show Red Knife where it is!” With a power that, for the moment, deprived her of strength to stand, came a thought of possible deliver ance! It flashed upon her like light ning, and in a moment her course was clear before her. If she failed, she could but die. If she succeeded, she and her children might be saved. A little while and she was able to speak. “I know that Red Knife is a great warrior, and I know that he will have money if he says so. I do not like to give Red Knife my husband’s money, but I would rather give him every piece than be killed. So come with me, and I will show you where my husband keeps it hidden.” She spoke to her little ones to come slowly after her, but to keep well away from the Indians. Then she led the way to the mill, entering the apartment below the grinding room, and while she kept her tongue in mo tion for the purpose of attracting the attention of the savages, she glided up by the wall and opened a little trap door, about two feet square, which she said would let light into the cellar. This done, she proceeded to another trap in lifting which she was obliged to call for assistance. Red Knife was too drunk to move quick ly, but his two companions took hold of the iron ring, and the trap was raised. And those who looked down through the aperture thus exposed gazed upon the great overshot wheel of the mill. Mr. Henderson had found the fall suf ficient for an overshot wheel of eigh teen feet in diameter, the buckets be ing six feet long. As this trap com manded a view of that side of the (Continued on page 15.)