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SUNDAY, DECEMBER 21, KYblandeW by Marion Brunot the story of her life and LOVE. CHAPTER XII. Am Early Afternoon Viiit I* Made Boys are queer propositions. They set as if they longed above and be yond everything else to have you for their “only-only.” And they whimper around like si»-year-old kiddies when you won’t let them be such. But grow a particle silly over them, and they have a regular song and dance at your expense. Roy seas a vague idea he’d like to be my steady beau. His glances have said this for many months. And if he thought I’d stand for it, he'd pass the word along to the other fellows to “stay off the grass.” But he knows he doesn’t dare. Ido think a great deal of him. He is so big and never is afraid of any thing, and although he really does think he is wild about me, yet he never lets me tramp-on him. And somehow I can’t quite make it clear to myself that he would devote him self absolutely to any one girl, even were she to give the privilege. Now. Cleve Cosgrove is my devoted vassal. He looks love into my eyes whenever I give him the third of an opportuni ty. He meant every word he wrote on that postcard. I’ll wager. And I Wherever Gentlemen Are |||y EL Roi Tan Perfect Cigars Sold Everywhere Good Anywhere Capital City Tobacco Co. • DISTRIBUTORS hnporten Atlanta Job <.-s BLACKSTONE Ytires ZW w® i a ® / waP’f I si si < "wfty Al P)w«a ?w ®a Owli p H BHw & Im ■ r al p'H The ivory tread and gray side-walls I Jq Jfj of Blackstone Tires have an extreme- B M lv rich appearance. ..■ ■ Hm 11 iJJf M lL_z 1 The T-shaped knobs give protection g | against skidding; the center running . g IJQ st-o assists the tire to roll easily. ■ 1 J ■' ffil Illi |g S i These, and the fact that they nearly W always greatly exceed their adjust- g\ jj ment figure, are the points on which .nJgg| Hjl i«l we sell Blackstone fires. We w>H gladly explain why it is to HlB W [ |ilS your advantage to use Blackstones. U QM Ay W /lIH SHEFFIELD COMPANY « Phone 20 Anrericus, Ga. I jt'ife f .J-- , thousands of girls at Atlantic City! ■ Fiddlesticks. Don t think, by this, that 1 don’t admire loyalty in either a boy or a girl, for 1 do. But somehow at this period in my life, my days are too lull for me to be absolutely true to anyone, or to worry much over their sachetting a little from me. A small parcel of uncertainty is rather invigorating. It’s the froth on the soda water of existence. And what •! i W i J s||s|L* Y<| I d lain awake at nights wondering if PH ever be that true. is soda water without froth, I ask. As soon as I saw Roy had disap peared down Yardley street, I knew he’d never reappear for the Com munity Club House dance unless I’d make some sort of an overture to him. Needless to say, I wanted to go to the dance. I pined for a one step. And I felt so certain my flow ered pussy willow taffeta was allur ingly becoming. But how to overture to Roy with out humbling myself? It isn’t part of Yolande’s nature, you see, to play the whole of a Wagnerian opera to , any fellow’s whim. I sat me down I and puckered by brow and thought > of one way, and grew disgusted with i it, and then thought of another. That wouldn’t do, either. He might chor ' tie too much, thinking me after him |in full-tilt run. And I'd rather stay ]at home from every dance that would ever be given at the Communi ty Club House than to have any boy think that. This sort of argument was fast getting me to the point where I was i ready to throw up the whole von , ; iufe. The haughty and exclusive . | pride within me was about to cause > ' me to let Roy go hang himself on the nearest tree. I was Miss Inde . . pendence, wearing brass buttons, L when from across the street the Pur ,.l dy music box sent forth the erratic 3 wail of a Southern coon song—one t, of those melodies in perfect jlizz i rhythm and then and there, at all hazards, 1 knew that itoy, six feet ■ and obstinate, would march me, slim, blue-eyed and demure, into the club I house not later than eight-thirty p.m. i tomorrow night, or my name wouldn’t . be Yolande Blair. ! Without further ado, as soon as lunch was over, I betook myself to Miss Kate Harkaway’s. She’s the dearest thing. I’m crazy about her. She wears lovely soft robin-egg blue dresses ar/d has yards and yards of real lace on them. Her hair is gray and her face is as young and un wrinkled as my own. Although there are those who say she is every day of thirty-nine. Her hair, ’tis whis pered, turned gray in a night, because . the mpn to wjjom she was engaged and to whom she has been true ever E since, drowned in a horrible storm off the coast of Canada somewhere. She has pictures of him everywhere, | and one, in a miniature, which she ■ j did herself, she has in a most remark ’ able gold frame shaped like a heart - with for-get-me-nots coiled around I it. She likes this one best of all; > she’s told me so. > “It’s so like he was, dear, on that - July day when I saw him for the last time,” she said. “Why, I could - almost imagine he is about to speak to me.” And it is nineteen years since he : was drowned. Two whole years ' longer than I have lived! Why, even 1 if they had found his body, I couldn’t have possibly been at the funeral. ■ Just think of that! I’ve lain awake i at nights wondering if I”1 ever be ; that true to any man. All the ones I I know and rather like I’ve conjur ed up before me. But each image I slowly vanishes and I go to sleep outlining some other man, a stran ger. One, oh, so unlike any I know —even Roy. (Continued on Monday) LETTERS TO OLD SANTA CLAUS Dear Santa:—Please bring Walter l and I some fire crackers, a knife and some fruits and nuts. Bring our lit tle sister. Marjorie, a sweater, cap and a doll. Your boys, WALTER WIGGINS. RAINEY WIGGINS. Dear Santa Claus:—! wont ask for much, just a dollie, and fruit. Don’t bring any nuts unless it is nigger toes, we have plenty of pecans, hut there are some little girls near us ‘ that haven’t any papa, don't forget them. Yours lovingly. GENIE HOLMON. Leslie, Ga. Dearest Santa Claus:—Please ■ bring me a sleeping doll, a rocking! horse, fruit and candy. Don’t for ] get our brothers and sisters and our l little baby brother. Dick is only 5 ; years old and want lots of things, j Genie and I are sending a dime. Lovingly, VERA HOLMON. Dear Old Santa Claus:—l want you to bring me a shotgun and 3 boxes of shells, and Santa, don't for get the fruit and candy. Your little boy, ESHTON HALL. Dawson, Ga. P. S.—l am sending 10c for Emp ty Stocking Fund. Merry Christmas to you and Mrs. Santa, and a Happy New Year. Dear Santa Claus:—We are two little country girls, living at Pleas ant Hill. We are 7 and 8 years old. We want you to bring us two dolls with long curly hair, that will go to sleep, two doll carriages, two story books and some fruit and candy and nuts. Santa, we are smart at school. We are in the fourth grade. Your little girls, MYRLEE HALL. LOUISE HALL. Dawson, Ga. p. s.—Enclose 20c for Empty Stocking Fund. Loss At West Point Over Million, Says Bradstreets ATLANTA, Dec. 20. —Bradstreet’s weekly report for this district, esti mate at more than $1,000,000 the losses sustained at West Point as the result of the flood which swept the western part of the state last week. It was stated at the local office that the financial situation resultant from the fllood was apparently well in hand. i '... -- —* READER: Would you like to know how to live in this present life free from sickness of any kind. If so, call on Coot Stanfield at Speer’s printing office. Cabbage plants for sale. Edwards Grocery Co.—lß-3t Ans levs Sales of Ladies’ Suite and Coats Kassels wonderful DRESS SALE, at $18.85; values up to $37.50. — (S) Just received shipment of Fiber Rockers, Settees and odd pieces, which are nice for Christmas pres ents. Gyles-Andrews Furniture Co. —l2-tf At Christmas Time Solve your gift problems with photographs Make The Appointment Now It’s None Too Early. ' The I McKinstry Studio Phone 621 jwoMMMMMMtiMMaMMMMMMMM MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMU-M .-«4 Hams, Bacon and Lard ! "The Best in the World.” J. H. Poole & Sons. Phones 118-183 PLENTY OF SUGAR. . ft’Tinker BotfSl' , byCarlysle H. Holcomb,!? MR. WEASEL’S BOLDNESS. AJOW, Jack the Wood Rat was very. much worried lest Mr. Weasel would follow his track right into the King's house. He knew too well the] daring ventures of Mr. WeaseL and it had caused him no little sorrow.! Many times had he watched this' dreaded creature from a secret hid-1 i ing place Bobby Owl appeared suddenly in i ' a tree nearby. S’ I? P * .. : , u Mr. Weasel stopped suddenly. He did not run, for that is not his natur*. “What are you looking for?” asked Tinker Bob. Bobby Owl was startled at the sound of the Kings’ voice for he had supposed that the King was inside his palace. “I’m watching for Mr. Weasel,” replied Bobby. “He has frightened nearly everyone in the forest with his bold actions. He even said he would harm me, some dav, I know who he is after down this way: I heard him say that there was a nice fat Wood Rat who lived down here and that he was going to jget him tonight.” Jack the'Wood Rat trembled dread fully as he listened to Bobby Owl. “Don’t be so easily frightened,” said Tinker. "He is not much larger than you. lam sure if you were only brave and bold, he would not molest vou at all. He only wins battles because he has no fear.” At this moment Mr. Weasel ap peared. Every one was silent. He STLE RUNS ALL WEKK. NO NO FAKE Q P r P I A I FAKE PRICES JILV Ifl L PRICES Christmas Sale Os Ladies Suits and Coats GROUP NO. 1 At $25.00 A big lot of many styles in coats and suits, all the most wanted fabrics represented and were our best values up to S4O 00 (Don’t Miss Yours For $25.00) ’ * GROUP NO. 2. At $39.75 includes tremendous values in suits and coats, and were our best value up to S6O (Get One Now For $39.75) This House Never Quotes False Prices, So There’ll Be No Fake Prices In This Sale V T S ANSLEY’C STATED Xjk suit and coat sale, STATED Sale Runs All Week seemed disappointed as he came out [of Mr. Wood Rat’s house. He j stretched his long neck and sniffed the air. then began to search for i tracks. Searching and sniffing, he i finally turned in the direction of the j King's house. He had found the last .trad; of Mr. Wood Rat and was i now following it! As he came closer, I searching to the right and to the I left under leaves in the brush, Jack i the Wood Rat was more frightened than ever. But he tried to conceal his fright, so that Tinker Bob would not tee. ! “Hold there! That’s far enough,! Mr. Weasel,” said Tinker Bob. Mr. Weasel stopped suddenly. He did not run, for tlyit is not his, nature. Most other creatures start to i run for cover when anything strange j appears. Not so with Mr. Weasel; he 1 at once shows his fearlessness by j staring boldly at the intruder. “Where are you going?” continued Tinker Bob. “I am going in search of that Gold Fish for Xmas We have just received a beautiful lot of Fish, all sizes. They make nice remem brances for Xmas and are always appre ciated LET SANTA BRING THE KIDDIES A BOWL OF FISH Very Inexpensive Price of Fish from 10c to 50c Each Price of Globes from 25c to 7 5c Each PL ANTERS SEED & DRUG CO. Prompt Delivery. Phone 502 PAGE NINE i 11 111 1,1 Wood Rat that has been so nnntj <M to keep out of my sight.” “Well, suppose you find tat What will you do with him?” “I’D kill him for running from me.” “All right,” said “just CMB into my house, and I’ll tell yoa about him.” Tinker Bob put Mr. od Rat of sight and Mr. Weare’ asw in. He actually believed that the Kin® the Forest was going to help him fat his evil purpose to kill poor little Jeefc. the Wood Rat! To Be Continued V' \¥, Auto engines backfire more Tn winter —Garages are made doisMjr hazardous by heating—insure year car through us NOW and be safe— Reasonable rates. Herbert Hawkins