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THE GEOBGIAH’S MAGAZINE PAGE Mamed Life the Third Year SCOLDS HELEN FOR FORGETTING. BUT LEAVES HIS WATCH UNDER THE PILLOW. By MABEL HERBERT-TURNER UNT' >W, you’d better go down and I everything packed up to- night. You won’t have any time in the morning. We ll be at Plym outh by 5." "At 5?" Helen turned from the rail ing. where she was watching the faint glimmer of a distant lighthouse—the first sign of land. ' Whl, Warren, they won't put us off that early?" “They'll put us off whenever we get there. I told you they weren’t going to dock. We’re tn be put off on a ten der -the ship don't dock until she gets to Hamburg." "A tender-Ms that the small boat which comes out to meet us?" That's .it. Now. \ou hustle down am! get things into shape. I’ll have a smoke and he down a little later.” It was the last night of the voyage, and Helen longed to stay up on deck. Every one was standing around watch ing the far-off light and talking of the extreme southern course the ship had taken to avoid the icebergs, and the time they had lost. They all seemed Imbued with the restless anticipation that comes with the sighting of land. Only the few London passengers were getting off at Plymouth, but those booked through to Hamburg were equally excited. Reluctantly Helen went down to the stateroom to "pack up." She knew Warren's "j-moke" would end in a game of whist in the smoking room, where he spent most of his time during the trip. But she had hoped that this last night they would spend on deck together. Because of the small stateroom she had tried not to unpack many things, but one article after another had been needed during the trip, and now she found the repacking no small task. It pas after 11 when, at last, she was through, bathed and in her berth. But Warren had not yet come down— and he still had his things to pack. She would gladly have done it for him. but he would never let her. Said he • ould never find things when she put them in. At length there was a heavy step donn the passageway, and he threw open the stateroom door. , "All through?" as he began to take off his collar. "Why, yes. deal, almost an hour ago. It's nearly 12. isn't it? You know you’ve everything to pactk, and those steamer rugs to stran up?” Now, don't you worry about me. I’ll have plenty of time for all I’ve got to do. I told that steward to rout me out at 4.” "But. dear.” as he was rapidly mak ing ready for bed, "you're not going tt> leave everything til) morning—and you’ll have to shave, too?" “Look here —you’re ready, aren't you? Well, see that you are—and don't go off forgetting half your things. I’ll attend to mine.” And he turned out the light and climbed heavily into the upper berth. It seemed to Helen that she had hardly fallen asleep when the steward pounded loudly on the door. “Bath ready, sir. Four o'clock!" While'Helen was dressing and before Warren came back from his bath an other steward knocked at the door. “Luggage ready for Pylmouth, ma’am ?’ Helen opened the door and pointed to her steamer trunk and bag, "These are ready—but Mr. Curtis hasn’t quite finished packing yet." “He'll have to hurry ma’am," as he dragged hers out. "Almost all the lug gage is off now.” “Oh, is the tender here already?” anxiously. “She’s been here for an hour. She’s 'round on t'other side." “Oh. Warren, you’ll have to hurry," was Helen’s excited greeting when he came from his bath. "The tender's Wonderful Treatment For Corns, Callouses and All Sore Feet Millions of people who endure daily torture from sore feet will welcome the information that there is now a simple treatment that positively and quickly cures foot ailments of all kinds. You can say good-bye to cori s and callouses, ? ziZ-H bunions, swollen OLTW a <bing. bad smell inn and sweaty I lA&t BVr JBuS feet. 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Excursion Rafes I CINCINNATI, $19.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - $30.00 I MILE - $7.99 Tickets on Sale Daily, Good to October 31st, Returning City Ticket Office,4 Peachtree I PO here already—and they're putting on the baggage!” Warren grunted something under his breath, but he began to hurry. “Can’t I help you? Isn’t there any thing I can do?" “Yes. just get out and let me have wfiat room there is.” Helen gathered up her hat and veil and went out into the passage to put them on. She could hear Warren moving hastily about. "Luggage ready, ma'am?" It was the chief steward this time. “I—-I think so," she faltered, and he knocked at the stateroom. "Luggage ready, sir? Everybody’s on now. sit. She’s ready to pull off." The -. >rds struck "terror to Helen, but Warren threw open the door with a rough: "Well, if you put people off at this outlandish hour you’ll have to wait till they get ready. Here, you can take this trunk." Through the open door Helen could see Warren thrusting things into his suit case with more haste than she had ever seen him exert. His hat was on the back of his head and he was unmistakably worried. She longed to go in and help him, but feared he would only roar at her to keep out of the way. Suddenly he called: “Where’s the shawlstrap?” "Why. isn’t it there?" rushing in to find him struggling with the big roll of steamer rugs and coats and looking desperately about for the shawlstrap.. “Where’d you put it?" he shouted. "Why. dear. I didn’t see it: you un rolled the rugs.” "Yes, and 1 put it right there on top of that wardrobe." Helen climbed up on the berth to look on top of,the wardrobe. bi\t onl> a life preserver was there In the meantime Warren was ringing wildly for the stateroom stewaid —swearing under his breath. Here the chief steward appeared again at the door. “They're waiting, sir. The captain says the’ll have to put off in a moment." "Well, they’ll not go without us! We're booked for London and they’ve got to land us here. It's the line's fault for putting passengers off at this indecent hour. Here, you!" as the stateroom steward rushed up. “We put a shawlstrap on top of that wardrobe— what did you do with it?" "Sorry, sir; didn't see it. sir." and he began a hurried search. Now they were all searching—Helen. Warren, the room steward and the chief steward. At any other time it would have struck Helen as irresisti bly funny—these four people falling over each other in their frantic search for a shawlstrap in that tiny state ; room. " But with the tender wafting and no way to take the rugs and coats, the situation was far from humorous. Now the second officer came to the door to find out what was the trouble, and to say the captain could hold the tender only three minutes longer. He’ll hold her till we get on.” al most shouted Warren, "or I’ll raise a row at your London office that your whole blame line will hear from!" Then to the room steward. "Get a rope and rope up those rugs! No use look ing for that strap!" The steward dashed out for a rope, and in a second two of them were on their knees tying up the rugs. The chief steward caught up the rest of the band baggage and fairly swept them down to the tender. Although only a few' of the passen gers were landing at Plymouth, many of the others were up to see them off. And now as Helen hurried on. she flushed hotly under the many disap proving eyes. All these people knew it was for them that the boat had been kept waiting Tile tender itself was something like a ferryboat, and the other passengers, who with their baggage had come on board in plenty of time, stood in a little group at the bow Helen bowed and smiled to a few she had met on the trip, but she felt they were talking of her and Warren, and wondering what had kept them. Already the sailors were pulling up the ropes—in a moment they would be off There was a heavy morning mist which obscured the shore and even the masts of the big ship that still loomed up beside them. Just as she began to put off a shout of "Hold!" went up from the deck, and Warren's stateroom steward came rushing down to the railing. "It’s for Mr. Curtis—Mr. Curtis!" be cried, as he leaned far ovqv and gave something to one of the tender officers just as they swung away. Every one turned to look at Warren as the officer handed it to him. Helen caught the glint of gold—it was his watch! Quickly Warren slipped It into his pocket, but not before they had all seen or guessed what it was. There was a geneial laugh, in which he was forced to.join. as he waved back his thanks to the steward. "Your watch!” cried Helen untact fully. "Oh, where did you leave ft?" “Under the pillow, I suppose,” he snapped. “Now. you’ll have something to harp on for the next six months.” "Why, Warren, you know I never ’id | harp on anything. Only you were so i hurried! If you only had packed las' I night, and—” "Packed your grandmother It was I tiiat infernal shawl strap that made i the trouble. If you hadn't hidden it away in one of your 'straightenln-up manias we’d been all right. Where’d ' you put the blamed thing—that’s what |I want to know!” Nadinola Talcum WILL PLEASE THE most EXACTING Q' KCEniH??!'*’ There’s None Bettet ■M/ZaV iSs Contains More s et ’ ree ' ust enou K’ l o, ? gen ,o ? eep ,he ski l white, soft, smooth and ' healthy Nadinola Talcum Powder is composed entirely of sanative ingredients Soft as velvet Guaranteed By toilet counters I or by mail 2.5 cents NATIONAL TOILET COMPANY, parti. Tmn A Love Song : : : Xr«s Association. **» By Nell Brinkley j ■ia 111 ■■ " ■ . , > —■■ ■ ....! —— „ Z 1/ \ " ■ Jilt rt&is • - * A ' / *’ W® P f ~. ' X-'irW ' 1 WmSx ■' c ; c‘ ry-.. y K IZ‘,7 feW 1 O / Iff &£? / I v J j’7 I The Sweetest Music in the World—For Him. “The Gates of Silence’’ Ry Meta Stmmins, Author of “Hushed Up ’ I— l ■ ■ - TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. He nodded dismissal to the clerk and opened the telegram almost slowly. Then, as he stared at the blue-pasted printed slips on the flimsy sheet before him. his face whitened: “Dieppe. “Poor Lumsden died this morning. Break news to his daughter. All partlcu lars when we meet this afternoon at usual place. JEX." The paper fluttered In Saxes hand The fool, the mad, clumsy fool, to send such a telegram as that! Furious rage ar Jex flamed up in Saxe's heart His face, as he sat there huddled over the broad desk, was not pl.easant. To send that insane telegram that would set every tongue in England wagging No doubt, for all he knew. It already was common knowledge in the office outside, he had not the least doubt that his telegrams were opened, even though, as this one was. they were addressed in full with a “Private” regally added to the address. Did the old idiot wish to draw atren tion to the matter’ Just for a moment the Thought flashed through Saxe’s mind that Jex perhaps had sent the news in this odd. public way out of sheer malice. He sometimes had his doubts of Jex Suppose the cur should turn and try to bite? At the thought a sound escaped from Paul Saxe's lips that, sounding in his own ears, brought him upright. He raiseci his head and looked about the room with bright, full ice eyes His nerveless cow bright, furtive eyes His nerveless cow over him that he should have suffered tha’ spasm of sick fear? He stood up and, crossing the room glanced at himself in the strip of mirror : set above the mantelpiece For a mo- j ment his aspect startled him. his face was almost livid, and there were drops of sweat glistening on his brow As he stared at himself it almost seemed a-* though his piqued vanity came to his aid. helping him to draw himself to I gether. He went through his private door into the elaborate dressing room across the* corridor. Ten minutes later, when.he came out, there was no trace of his agi ration visible about him Indeed, as he walked through the oiitei offices, the clerks glanced• after him. hr carried himself so erect and walk'd with such a swing wearing his silk hat set lat a rakish angle “There's something good in the wind , for m'lord. ’ the office boy whispered to ; <me of the typists who sat near him ‘The Beau Rrummel of Chichester '<>use is after some igh old game.” Perhaps ’he angle of his ha’ had read ’ iusted itself when, later in the day , he reached ’he house by the river, for he i presented a very sober, not to say chin i ened, aspec’ to the servant who re- t rived him She was not <nr«- whethet | ,cr mistress could set him, she had unb | returned home a few hours ago and was very tired. Saxe in his card, on which he had penciled a few words. Betty had not been In the Croft many hours, having only left the Chantrey, at Kenilworth, that morning There had been strange happenings at that lonely house set in a cleft of the downs, hap penings that had left her tired in mind and body. She was weary, too, with apprehension as to what the future might hold for the man and woman she had left behind her the blind man raving In delirium now. who was being nursed by the wife he had repudiated, and whom lie would never again see. She had been thankful to find that het father had not yet returned from the Con tinent and now, for Paul Saxe’s card to be sent in! She glanced at the pencilled words. “I am more than sorry to disturb you,” Saxe had scribbled, “but I am afraid I must ask you to see me.” The girl felt as though a hand of Ice had been laid on her heart H'ad some harm come to Jack? That was her first thought. “Tell Mr. Saxe I shall be with him presently.” she said. Paul Saxe, waiting in the pleasan’ drawing room of the Croft, found the waiting more than usually tedious. lie did not relish the task before him After leaving his office he had driven down to Westminster and found Jex now returned. The news the man had given him had been more disquieting than the telegram, which had been oddly delayed in its de livery. Jex had given rather an ugly account of Sir George Lumsden’s last hours. The man had died by his own hands, it seemed, there were ugly for malities there might lie inquiries. Paul i Saxe felt as though Fate, with a giant hand, had broken those fine-spun fila ments of his webs in an utterly wanton destruction. Then Betty came. She looked wan and, harassed, and, to do the man justice, i his heart smote him that he must harass', her more He looked at her anxiously and solicitously If this life of strain con tinued much longer she would lose her looks: she belonged to that fine grained type winch shows th** ravages of grief too cleat ly "Miss Betty” Even as lie took her hand and spoke her name the girl had an ap prehension of some evil She shrank away from him. looking at him with fur tively searching eyes. "What is it has anything happened’* Oh. I see it In your face' ’Tell me Don’t try to make things easy for me ” “Your father.” he began, ami he could hear her give a short, quick breath of relief lh> knew what that relief be tokened. She thought hr had come to speak of her lover of the man in prison. His tacc darkened Almost as though she were ashamed ot th-:t moment of relief. Betty turned and •it e<’ ion* <1 him "What of in} idiiict,'. she asked. j "I won’t beat about the bush. Miss Berry,” he said. “Your father is dead ” The dusk was falling—the cruel, early gray dusk of a January afternoon, when Betty Lumsden slipped down the drive of the Croft. In all that lonely house be hind her there was no one to say her no, to question her comings or goings, and yet as she went she felt like a fugitive She flying from what? She hardly knew. From the vague terror that Paul Saxe’s news had left behind it So far she had shed no tears for her' father; there wtMi grief for him in her heart, a dumb, tearless grief not so much because he was dead, but because of what he had become of what had led up to that death Still, he had been her fattier, and rtiey had loved one another dearly In the old • lays, the days before bkiith's marriage, they had been a very happy family and at least he had been her protector. Her protector! As she ran site stum bled and nearly fell Heaven knew hew badly she stood in need of a protector how desolate she was! Paul Saxe had hinted at unutterable things; but she did not need his hints her imagination had been quick to leap to the position in which she would find herself as the daughter of a discredited suicide who had left her no heritage save shame and the harvest of his debts That could have been faced, she told herself. But Saxe had hinted at other things As she listened to him she seemed to fee! herself caught in a net that was being pegged down on every side of her by relentless fingers He had spoken, with the utmost delicacy she conceded so much to him of his desire to aid and save her, ol how he wished her to look upon him In the light of an elder brother until such time as her af fairs had straight ene<l themselves, or until her brother-in-law was able to offer her a home It was that touch which had frigiitened Betty Paul Saxe must have known it so well, the true state of ’he relations between herself and her family and Anthony Barrington To Be Continued in Next Issue. 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I am all ears, sou Ma. lam used to being all ears anyway, so I mite as well heai Mistet Doyle warble. H<* must be pritty good if he Is the loading spi it in the Entertainers club. So then Mister Doyle KO t up & got reddy to sing. I felt kind of sorry for him. beekaus I knew that he dident XZbSrK fillip Anty Drudge Tells Why Mary Doesn’t Object to a Big Wash. Fath*r -“Just look at the condition of the kids’ clothea! Where d« you suppoee they piek wp th« dirt? You’ll have Mary making an awful kiok about the heavy wash. Why I’ll bet ahe has to do up a doxen dresses every week for the babies ?” Andy Drudg* “More than that, son-in-law. I suppose it’s nearer two doxen. Rut ao long as she has Fels-Naptha on washday, Mary will never say a word.” Every mother knows what a lot of fun the Baby gets out of crawling about the floor and making its tiny self just as dirty as a little pig. But every mother has looked with alarm at die array of baby dothes to be washed on M<onday morning. And every one has seen with despair how the delicate little garments are cooked to pieces in the destructive washboiler. But all that was the Fels-Naptha wash-way became known. The F aptha way means thgt baby’s soiled cLoches are cleansed quieHyin cool or lukewarm water without the roast ing fire, summer or winter —without the seething suds, without the terrific back breaking mb, mb, mb. What’s the result? Why— Fuel saved Tetnprr sy-yd I ime saved Fabric saved ■ ■ ■ ■— Insist on the red and grego wrapper, and follow the printed dkgctioufi. | UNIVERSITY SCHOOL FOR BOYS I STONE MOUNTAIN, GA. ...nAUflNlStMir THEJCDu P UNIVERSITY SCHOOL FOR BOYS is a regular school where boys are taught and not just compelled to attend claßses. A school fashioned after the old style system of tutoring where in dividual instruction is given each student; where the finer attributes of a gentleman, not taught by books, are inculcated; where a sound, healthy body is developed coincident with a broad, quick mind. A school where boys are transformed into men equipped, mentally and physically to take up Life’s duties or given a firm foundation on which to build their education in the higher Institu tions of learning. This is done by limiting the students to 96; one instructor for every te:» boya. More than 7 tventy per cent, of the student body, each year, are brothers of former students. Gh’p r/.r a bay: we'll give you a man. Handsome Illustrated catalog and information furnished. Addrex.t SANDY BEAVER, Principal. Box 53 SIONK. MOUNTAIN, QA. | Shorter Cptteg&n \ A High Grade /natituhon For Young Women. j Beautifully located near the Mountains, in the most healthful section of I .... the not a death in the College during the forty years of its ex. Hence. Every convenience of niouern home. Only two girls to < • ‘rooni with-large study between every two rooms. Every building , <>f re-enforced concrete, absolutely fire-proof, thoroughly modern. - MRpW 7 < 155 acres in grounds and campus. Faculty chosen from finest u. American and European Universities. Full Literary Course lead yTrc mg to A B. degree: unexcelled advantages in Music. Art. Fxprea- fSlYyi sion. Special attention to Physical Development, Catalog on ra- C 4'—>x fPpIkWW ?. quest. VAN HOOSE, President, Rome, Ga. want tn sing. He was only doing it to please Pa. 1 will sing the sextette from Lushy, sed Mister Doyle. But Pa in-sisted that Mister Doyle shud sing the Moth & the Flame, so he started: Tlie moth & the flame played a gam#- one day, The game of a woman's heart. The moth that played was a maid, thay sed, & tlie flame was a bad man’s art. Ar the moth newer knew, as it flew so close. That the light was the light of shame, A it fluttered away just in time, so thay say. That’s the tale of the Moth * the Flame. [sent that a impresive sang? sed Pa. It certingly is, sed Ma. Ma was try ing to be nice. Now. sed Pa. wud you like to hear Mister Doyle sing sumthing else? I wud npt, sed Ma. .