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i-p 1 r-4 K TF’fiSLT VX—Jvr A TX TK Xt A A csrrWK Tr « >*?> i-" 1 e THE OrEOS)Or AWiS iMi AOtA ZT W E IPaOtE “• 2* -LI /' x 2k Xx \,yN HZi Lx 21 xl JI 21 Ji ik 21 ,/L >1 1 2k xt' .Jfes.yf When Son Leaves Home By WINIFRED BLACK. U~- you? boy is out or school and nothing will do but he must go to the Big City and be a cartoonist. He is clever, you say, and so say his teachers, and he really can draw such funny pictures of people that every one in town laughs over them, and he doesn’t take any interest in anything on earth but pencils, paper—and Ideas. Shall you let him go? Where? When? Ought you tn sell your home and go with him to take care of him? Is it right to let him go alone among stran gers? What if he should fall? Who’s , going to take care of him if he should be ill? How Is he going to know what to say to the editors when he does see them? Dear me, what a mother you are, to be sure; what a regular mother from the very first letter of your name to the very last drop of ink at the end of your signature! Let him! Why, what else can you do but let him? He isn’t yours; he's his own. Yes. I know. I know you’ve nursed him and walked the floor with him, and you’ve sat up at night and taken care of him through that spell of ty phoid, when the doctor said there wasn't a chance for him to pull through. You’ve cooked for him and mended for him and agonized for him and hoped for him and lived for him. Let’s see, it’s nearly nineteen years ago that you heard his first feeble wall, isn't it? Nineteen years! How many parties did you stay at home from for his sake: how many dresses have you worn when you really should have had 1 a new one, to save money for his new suit? How many times have you plan ned and thought and worried to help him out of some foolish boyish scrape .’ He is all you have, you say; all you live for. Well. then, in the name of justice, give him his chance to live. Let him learn how few people there are who will care a cent whether he is .hungry or not. Let him learn how many fellows there are in the world who are twice as clever as he; let him ieam that tne only way to get any thing on earth is to work for it and work in dead and desperate earnest. Let him go. Let him learn to be lonesome and neglected and made fun of; let him learn to fight his own way. Give him room, give him time, give him freedom, or what he thinks is free dom. Your boy is too big and too strong and too smart to be ruled by you any longer, little mother; let him go and rule himself, and let him go with a smile and a blessing. ' Ungrateful, selfish, cruel-hearted? Not a bit; he’s a boy, tfiat's all. Some day he will be a man if you’ll let him. Dependent upon you, is he, under it all? Can’t find his own socks, and wouldn't know’ how to buy a sujt of clothes for himself if he had ail the money of Croesus? He’ll find his socks all right when he has to, and about that suit —don't you worry. He’ll get cheated a few times; be’ l '- buy the wrong thing and have to v-oVr it. and heli iearn. A cartoonist, eh? Poor boy, he’ll learn to laugh at his own work and to smile at his own disappointments, and he’ll learn to be thankful for a chance to be a plain, every day “dub.” as they call them in the art rooms of the big papers. He'll be joked for coming from a country town, and he'll be made fun of till there isn't an ounce of conceit left in him and sometimes he’ll feel as if he’d give all the world just to be little again and run home and hide his face in your faded old dress, and cry and have you comfort him. And then he’ll fall in love with a fool, and he’ll fall in love with a girl who will do her worst to break his heart, and he’ll fall in love with a woman old enough to be his mother, and he’ll spend every penny he makes buying presents for some cold-hearted creature who will make fun of him to his very face. And he’ll get into evil ways maybe Beautify the Complexion IN TEN DAYS / Nadinola CREAM / \ The Unequaled Beautifier t i “11 USED AND ENDORSED BY |_X ~ 'mSm thousands Guaranteed to remove jy.cßuJ.' tan, freckles, pimples, x' liver-spots, etc. Extreme cases twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of impurities. Leaves the skin clear, soft, healthy. Two sizes, 50c. and SI.OO. By toilet counters or mail. NATZONAL TOILET COMPANY. Paris, Tmn. Dr. E. G. Griffin’s )ental Roems I 24 12 Whitehall Street, Over Brown & Allen’s Drug Store. Lowest Prices—Best Work. $5 Set of Teeth $5.00 nj&sagMßW’X Impressions—Teeth Same Day. ESTABLISHED 22 YEARS. Gold Crowns, $3.00 I Bridge Work, $4,00 GRAND CANADIAN TOUR mcFarland s Seventh Annual Tour r.ffFrs one solid week of travel through seven states and Canada, covering 2.500 miles including 500 miles by water, vis i’lr.c Cincinnati, Detroit, Buffalo. Niaga ra" Falls and Toronto. Canada A select and limited party leaves Atlanta <la, July 8 in a special Pullman train through for a while and walk along the brink of the precipice. You’d hold your breath if you could see. him, but he’ll learn, he’ll learn, and some day when he has learned he’ll come home and tell you all about it. And your faded face will look more beautiful to him than all the faces he has seen in all his foolish dreams, and your tired voice will sound to him like the music of all the angel choirs, and he’ll bring you a new gown and make you buy a new pair of pretty shoes, and he'll take you to town with him to visit. He’ll introduce you to all his pals, and his voice will have a queer thrill dn it that will make “the pals look up when he says “My mother.” He’ll take you to the theater and to the park, and he'll show’ you the tow’n and laugh at your old fashioned ideas very tenderly. And he’ll buy you a posy to wear in your little plain gown and he’ll show’ you the place where he slept the time he got really down and out and hadn’t the price of a night’s lodging. He’ll take you to dine at the gay restaurant you read about in the mag azine articles on “The Real Bohemia," and he’i’ let you hate all his enemies and love all his friends and be sweet to all his sweethearts, and then you’ll see that It was all worth while. The long struggle, the bitter anxieties, the cruel care—all worth while a thousand times over, for he’s a man; the boy of yours a man. And you, the little, plain mother there at home, you are the one who let him be a man, and helped him every step along the road, though he didn’t know it and you didn't either, then. Good-bye, son, the road is wide. See how’ it winds along among the shadows there. Hark! What are those strange voices calling from the dark woods along the way? Look! There’s a rough place. I don't see how you’ll get over it, but that's your affair, not mine. I’ve walked the road, walked it in sunshine and In storm, walked it with bleeding feet and with a sore heart, walked It when the stars sang together for very joy. What a thirsty road it is. and how hungry you'll be sometimes; how ach ing with weariness. But it’s your road, your own road—take it and walk it like a man. No. there are no tears in my eyes. See, I am smiling. There's the open road, son —take it like a man. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. FRANKNESS YOUR ONLY COURSE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty and In love with a girl of the same age. I am not engaged to her, but hope to be engaged as soon as my salary will permit. This young lady tells other girls she cares a great deal for me. but when I ask her to go to as. fairs she always consents, but when we get there she pays all her attention to other men and forgets me. She treats me fine when we are alone, and that is why I dislike to give her up, as it would break my heart, and if ' would speak to her it might hurt her feelings. EMIL. Don’t put off a proposal till your sal ary permits. She has no knowledge of your intentions, and you haven't the right of monopoly or criticism. In a way, an engagement would give you both. Ask her to marry you. When you have confessed a mutual love I am sure she will lose the desire to flirt with others. WAIT FIVE YEARS LONGER. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am nineteen and deeply in love with a charming lady who is twelve years my senior. I have been sincerely in terested in her for over two years, but have been unable to express my feel ings toward her What should ido to make her understand mv position? R. C. V. It is unfortunate that when love comes to a boy nineteen it is love for a woman twelve years his senior. 1 Don’t try to express your feelings. Waft till you are of mature years, and I am sure they will undergo a radical change. THAT DEPENDS ON HIM, Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young lady 18 years old. and two years ago I met a young man two years older. A year ago I was engaged to him. but as he could not make a living my mother was against him, so we parted. Now he wishes to return to me. and I still love him. A. B. C. In the year that has elapsed has he shown himself better able to make a living? Has his conduct been such as to lessen your mother’s objections? She knows best, remember, always. She is thinking solely of your Interests. Is he? If you agree to renew the engage ment against your mother's wishes, I am afraid you win be making a mis- to Toronto without change $55 pays every necessary expense for the tour. High-class features are guaranteed Many already booked Names furnished Send for free picture of Niagara Falls and full information to J F McFarland. Man ager, tl Peachtree st., Atlanta, Ga , Phone Main 4608-J. What Dame Fashion Is Offering FOR AFTERNOON AND EVENING WEAR XRk / - \ ■HF 5 wL »,■ t.< W/i WW’iJbL . W Ojaa II -< ; ' ’« I? * jasOMHl WLI Hl OKr WxtAUtJbM \IH B : "IbMM'W \\ I f i MM WW/ \| $ SHH 4 x' / gs ®r/ sbl f i■ ■i ;■ | cSF 1 JI ■ «w mI - W VwaSßrJr ' rV THE evening gown in satin and crystals shown on the left is carried out in a delightful shade of nattier blue. The slightly high waisted skirt falls just to the ground, and the train is the same length. The center picture shows a demi toilet. The citron-colored voile which forms this elaborate design Is embe.- j lished with two beautiful kinds of lace. Heavy lace forms a panel to the skirt, and is used on the corsage and sleeves. “The Gates of Silence” & By Meta Simmins, Author of "Hushed Up” TODAY'S INSTALLMENT. “Mr. Levasseur anticipated that his re quest might, if not surprise, perhaps em barrass you for the moment.’’ he said. “He is on that account anxious for us to arrange an interview between you.’’ “An interview-? Impossible!” cried Mrs. Barrington, with a sharp catch in her breath. “He is in prison, Isn’t he? I—” The solicitor paid no heed to her agita tion. "Impossible? By no means," he re plied. imperturbably "We have, as a matter of fact, made arrangements for an interview tomorrow morning at 11 o'clock, knowing that in a matter of life and death, as this is, all other engage ments would give way before it. ' Edith Barrington Stared at him with wide eyes like a creature brought tn bay The jaws of the trap in which she was caught were merciless indeed; difficulties confronted her wherever she looked— there was no way of escape Even had she wished io keep the appointment, and the very thought of it was intolerable, it would be utterly impossible. What excuse could she make to Anthony Anthony, who followed her about like a dog’.’ Even now the thought.of her husband added to her torture. At any moment he might return, and if he found this man here— "lndeed, I can keep no such appoint ment,” sh“ said, In a desperate voice. “You must tell Mr. Levasseur that his request is beyond all reason. I assure you that he has no claims upon me what ever. Perhaps out of pity, one might wish —but I have not the means to carry out anv wish, however charitable." Mr. Bradford took up his hat and looked at her stolidly; and from her to the pat tern at the carpet of his feet. “Mr Levasseur." said he. presently, in a low voice, “Is In a position that it is no exaggeration to call desperate. Do you think it altogether wise to refuse the request of a desperate man?" For the moment there was absolute si lence in the room. Mrs. Barrington's lips formed words, but no sounds came from 'hem. She half rose frqm her chair, then sank back with a sharp Indrawing of the breath. Her fear-sharpened ears had caught a sound, the touch of fingers upon the doer, which, as she loked toward it. burst open noisily. Anthony Barrlng’on came quickly into the room He was ex cited. for it seemed that he did not no tice the man in black standing stolidly by the table, like a mute by the graveside of hope. "Hello, Eddie!” he said “You're want ed on the telephone. The deuce of an odd message came across the wires for i Say” HORLICK’S It Original end Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages, More healthful than Tea or Coffee. Agrees with the weakest digestion. Delicious, invigorating and nutritious. Rich milk, malted grain, powder form. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take nc rubsfitute. A»k for HORLICK’S. Mt Others are imitations. I w ' Z ■‘ # t j ' A/’Vv/aZ’ Lace with a fine ground is used be neath the folded revers and for the you. I scribbled It do-wn, but I can make neither head nor tail of it—” He broke oft abruptly, and glanced with an expression of displeased surprise at James Bradford, standing, hat in hand, by the table. “Little Devi! Doubt.” Mrs. Barrington gave a swift glance at her husband and from him to the decent looking Mr. Bradford in his attitude of submissive waiting; she seemed for a mo ment to see him through Anthony's eyes, no longer as a thing of fear and menace, but as a surprising and incongruous ob ject in this room, ga?z with flowered chintzes and the hundred trivia! pretti nesses that survived from their school girl days. It was Mr. Bradford who saved the sit uation and extracted her from her dilem ma. He took a couple of meek steps for ward. “I am sure I am very much obliged to you. madam, for giving me this inter view." he said, respectfully. "I feel that I can rely on vou giving the help we need, and for which you will find us not ungrateful." He raised his eyes for an instant and let them rest on her face: hard and black and glittering, like those of a bird, they seemed to her to convey a terrifying threat. The blood rushed to her face, her tongue stumbled a little when she spoke. "I—lndeed, you must not rely upon me for anything. I shall do my best—but ft Is not possible for me to promise ’’ She hardly knew what she was say ing She was obsessed with the desire to show the man definitely, once and for all, that whatever he asked or threatened, she refused to be coerced Into attending the meeting of which he had spoken. In stinctively she moved near Anthony, as though for protection. She was not con scious of her action, but both men no ticed it. and Mr. Bradford smiled. His voice was smooth as silk when he an swered : "Ah, well, madam, your best Is sure to be kind—and wise Perhaps you will write to us? Let me give you the ad dress." He pulled out his notebook and took a card from It, not the business card he had sent in by the maid, but a blank one. on which he added certain words. Edith was perfectly conscious of what he did, conscious also that her husband's face betrayed what he was wont to call “an itching ' dislike and suspicion. Her I fingers closed convulsively on the strip of ; pasteboard; she wondered If her face i grimaced as she strove to smile when she I bowed in dismissal—she to whom smiles I a.me so easily, who was full of the gra | dousness that Is the attribute of the I truly happy. Barrington broke out characteristically I almost before the door had closed behind the man: “Who’s ybur amazing visitor? Whnt an ! ihsclutciy weird creature! I didn’t know I ■ you numbered any such among your ac quaintance, Edith." His tone was bantering: he came over beside her and put his arm over her shoulder, bending down and smoothing out the sheet torn from a scrlbbllng-book in which he had pencilled the telephone message. "The confounded bell jangled hs I was passing through the hall, and as no one seemed within earshot I went Into the steward’s room and answered it. Your father ought really to keep a hall boy." It was as though he were apologizing to I her for having inadvertently trespassed jon her privacy. Edith, who knew everv I graceful train. The three-decker skirt, the train and the revers are all embroidered in a deep-toned citron floss in a scallop pattern. Four large filigree buttons decorate the waist band. A pleasing effect in black and white is shown in the right picture. Black liberty satin is used for the skirt of this evening dress, which is cut to give the fashionable diagonal effect. Pear! encrusted black tulle trims the skirt. Inflexion of his voice, knew that. He was piqued that twice within the moment, as it were, he had stumbled on something mysterious—who hated mystery. "Yes. wasn’t he an appalling person?" She thrust the card into her pocket.. “What on earth do you think he was-an undertaker's assistant "He looked to me like a shady sollc ftor or solicitor’s clerk.” said Barring ton “Oh, good gracious, no'” Edith’s voice was almost shrill. "Nothing so grand, just the bother of a little old acquaintance of mine who has fallen on evil days and wants help.” She was like a bird that flies farther and farther from its nest, hoping to di vert the attention of the wayfarer from her nest and its secret. How glibly the lies came! How astoundingly easy tt was to lie! The story seemed to rise up ready made to her lips of the dressmaker who had been lady's maid, had essayed mat rimony. and, not warned by her failure in that, had further essayed business. "And. of course, she failed in business— as women almost invariably do," she i added “Poor little woman!” Barrington was interested and kind. “We must help her, darling Odd that she didn't come her self. Women have usually such a pa thetic belief In the power of the personal interview. But to our muttons Look here, madam, what does this mysterious message mean? Have you been doing a little flutter on Change cn the strict Q. T., or what ?” “I. Good gracious, no ” A Message. "Oh, well, don’t get miffed ” Barring ton loved to tease his wife, and he was rather surprised by the sharp note In her voice. "It has certainly something to do with money—ill-gotten gains? Perhaps you’ve been plunging on the turf? It has a racing flavor—though hardly opposite His hand pressed on her shoulder as she bent down to read the slip. She felt a quiver run through him. he was laugh ing Laughing: She wondered if she could ever laugh again. "If necessary—don’t hesitate te set. The Two Thousand Guineas Is a perfectly safe venture.” Edith Barrington drew In her breath sharply. There was something almost diabolical in this message, coming at the moment It did—hot on the very advent of the man who had come to—whatever he might choose to call his mission—black mail her on Levasseur’s behalf Who was this third person in possession of her se cret? She had a. strange physical sensa tion as of a net drawn tightly around her, so that its knotted filaments cut Into her flesh. "I—l haven’t the ghost of an idea what it means,” she said. Anthony expected her to speak. He was waiting for her to apeak. Heaven knew It hardly mat tered what she said. "It must have been for you, of course,” she said "It was for I you—you tease!" Continued Tomorrow, l . CASTOR IA For Infanta and Children. Ths Kind You Have Always Bought The Harmonious Life By ADA PATTERSON. AT Atlantic City the other day a slender, keen-eyed man of quiet manner addressed several hun dred physicians What he said was listened to with earnest attention, for Dr. Charles L Dana is eminent in his profession. Moreover, he is of that subtle branch of the tree of therapeutics which deals with its diseased mind. He believes a man or women has less need to consider the dangers of occu pation than the manner of living dur ing the unemployed hours. Discussing the forces that make for sound nerves and clear brains, this man who has been the arbiter of thou sands of destinies, whose word has opened the gates of hospitals for the insane to permit persons to go free, and whose verdict has closed those gates upon many others, said: "Man needs social life as much as he needs air and food. A man is like cer tain trees, which do their best when they are planted just so far a’,4».j’t. Not too close, for then the roots encroach and rob each other of nourishment; and not so far apart that there is no support and protection from the sun and wind.” These words by the apostle of mental soundness are as worthy of earnest thought as the text of your favorite minister’s sermon last Sunday. Recall the persons you know who live too much alone. Eccentric, aren't they? Different from the average per son? Prone to stubbornness and ad dicted to exalting their own opinions above those of their fellows. But they are sturdy folk. The roots of their beliefs are deep On the other h «nd pass in fancy’s procession before you those you know who live always iiklLe human hub-bub. who confess that ®?v "hate to be alone.” Poor, pulpy crea tures, most of them, spineless and without mental resources. Show me the man who wants con tinuous association with others, and I will show you a man of limited Intelli gence and shallow character. The wom an whose life is a one grand gad after the pleasures of the tea and card table is not a person to whom we would go to unravel some tight knot In our own affairs. The announcement recently that a woman died from the exactions of her socia' life caused no tears of sympathy to flow. That was the first time I ever knew the news of a death to be re ceived in other than a spirit of solem nity. There came to every person who read of it the conviction that a life so wasted was not a world's, nor even a neighborhood’s loss. Yet if we weigh with just scales the person who Is un happy except when surrounded by faces and within sound of voices, we must concede that there Is In him a greater kindliness than Is in his retiring broth er. Weaker, he Is more amiable. Dr. Dana says: “Man needs social life as much as he needs air and food,” but he does not say he needs ft as con stantly as air nor as regularly as food. The inference is that he needs just enough contact with other minds to avoid morbidness, and not enough to cause him to lean upon others for his Ideas or his happiness “Not too close,” he warns, "should the human trees live, lest the roote en croach and rob each other of nourish- AKE areal vacation this year. Change Iff// sS > W your altitude as well as your longi- iha jAJA tude. Get up where the air is pure | W and clear—where every breath you breathe is an investment in vitality. There will fl ■Y, be coupons of health to clip for long '.AM afterwards. A rwMofcJfol/ t A trip to Colorado is but a few hours of pleasant traveling if you go via the Frisco Short Cut to Colorado Th* Kansas Clty-Florida Special is equipped for the comfort and convenience of Colorado vacationists. Splendid electric lighted Pullman, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Birmingham and j Memphis to Kansas City and Colorado without change. Modern electric I lighted chair cars and Fred Hervey dining cars. ri A vacation in Colorado Is an economy Railroad fares are very low. Hotel and Boarding House rates are reasonable, bend for beautiful book on Colo / rado and full information about low fares A. P. MATTHEWS, District Passenger Agent I 6 North Pryor St., Atlanta, Ga. ment.” That is what happens to th* minds that have too much society, toe little solitude. Like leeches, they at tach themselves to others, devouring mental substance of those who permit themselves to be leeched of time and thoughts. Those who talk too much think too little. Those who spend too much time in the company of their fellows have too little time to gather a new fund of thought and mental strength. New, world-changing ideas grow not in »o clety, but solitude. "But not so far apart,” the great, alienist continues, “that there is no sup port and protection from the sun and winds.” If you want to be a humani tarian. live In a world of persons. If a scholar live in a world of ideas. For strength comes from solitude and gen tleness from society. In solitude we gather our forces. In society we scat ter them. And those souls that have grown to their fullest stature have learned through much heartache that friends are a luxury, not a necessity. The life that is best, the harmonious one. is that toward which the man grown great in ministering to minds diseased points the proximity that is not too close. He would have man re main not always in society, nor yet ever In solitude, but as a pendulum-., that moves steadily through its arc be tween the two. •Solitude represents work, society recreation. And each Is better for the other. Do You Know That W hat is perhaps the most extraor dinary form In which the Bible has ever been offered is an edition of the Scriptures In the language of Uganda. The volume is of great length, but only three inches in thickness and the same width. A peculiar reason occasioned the adoption of this form. In Central Africa the white ants and other in sects rapidly destroy books unless they are well protected. The representa tives of the Church Missionary society accordingly recommended to the Bible society that it should issue this edition in a form that would fit into Peek, Frean & Co.’s tin biscuit boxes, which are very popular in Uganda. This was done, and the antproof tin box is just large enough to hold this Bible, a small Bible history, a hymnal, and a prayer book. Rats on Incoming ships to a total of 898, and 2,130 in warehouses, were de stroyed recently in one month in the port of London; during the past, eleven years 106,5*2 rats have been destroyed by officers of the port. The tallest lighthouse on the British coasts is the Skerryvore, off Argyll shire. It is 140 feet high ajtd con tains 4,308 tons of masonry. For those subscribers who do not wish to be at the beck and call of K every one there exists in Paris a se cret telephone register. Cotton is now grown extensively in Africa.