Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, August 14, 1912, EXTRA 2, Image 8

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Newspaper Page TextTHE. MAGAZINE PAGE Married Life the f bird Year WARREN SCOLDS HELEN FOR FORGETTING. BUT LEAVES HIS WATCH UNDER THE PILLOW. By MABEL HERBERT TURNER if "KT' >W. y< |XI gt t everything packed up to night. You won’t have any time in the morning We’ll be at Plym outh by 5." “At 6?” Helen turned from the rail ing. where she v, as watching the fain: glimmer of a distant lighthouse the •first sign of land. "WJix, Aarren, they won't put us off that early?” "They'll put us of whenever we. get there. I told you the. weren't going to dock We’re t> be put off on a ten der— the ship don't dock until she gets to Hamburg." “A tender is that the small boat which comes out to meet u»?" "That's it. Now, you hustle down and get things into shape. I'll hate a •moke and be down a little later" It trait the last night of the voyage, •nd Helen longed to stay up on deck Every one xvjus standing around watch ing the far-off light and talking of the extreme eonthern course the ship had taken to avoid the iceberg*, and the time they had lost. They all seemed imbued with the reatleas anticipation that comas with tbe sighting of bind Only the few I. on don pueaengera were getting off but those booked through to fcfarnbnrg were equally exolted Reluctantly Helen went down to the to "pactk up” She knew Warren'* "Nmioka" would and In a game Oowhlst in tbe making room, where he •pent meet of hl* time during the trip. But «h» bad hoped that thia last night they would upend on 6eok together Beoauwe of the errukll stateroom she t»*d tried not to unpack many things, foil arts •rtir-'.e after •nofT.ar had been needed daring the triu *»id now alia found the repeoklng no small tart. I* e-M after il when, at last, che wrae bathed and in her berth. Brrt Wotrwn had not yet camo down •/id be MUI ha 4 his thrtnge to ixick (Bus would gfodiy have done it for him, hurt be would newer let her Said he ocralo newer find things when she put them tn • At length there was a heavy step ibirn the pnasagewaj’, and he threw open the state room door. “All through?" as he began to lake off his collar 'Why, yes, dear, almost an hour ago It's nearly 12, isn't ft? You know you've everything to pack, and those steamer rugs to strap up?" "Now , don't you worry about me. I'll have plenty of time for all I've got to do. J told that steward to rout me out at 4." U li. dear." as he wan rapidly mak ing iciiifi for bed, "you're not going to leave everything till morning and sou'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 (•limbed heavih into the upper herih. It seemed to Helen that she had hardlv fallen asleep when the steward pounded loudly on the door Bath ready, sir Four o'clock!" While Helen was dressing and before Warren eame back from his bath an other steward knocked at the door. Luggage ready for Rylmouth, ma'am ?' Helen opened the door and pointed to her steamer trunk and bag "These are ready—but Mr. Curtis hasn't quite finished tacking yet " "Hell have to hurry ma'am," as he dragged hers out. "Almost all the lug gag< U off now ” “Oh. la tbe tender bwre already?" •nxtoti aty. “She’s been hear for an hour Rlw’e •ycrund on t'other elds," "Oh, Warren, you'll have to hurry," was Helen'* oxoltad greeting when he e»m« from bl* bath The tender's Wonderful Treatment For Corns, CaDouses and Al] Sore Feet Million 9of people who pndure dully torture from sore feet will welcome the Information that there novi a ahnple treatment that positively and qnlckh cure.-’ foot ailment* of all kinds You can say good-bye to corns and calloueea, I>ull lo ’ LB • H w “ 11 e n ML/ll a<‘hlng, ba<l sinell ’nM an<l **weat\ I ,e ’ This tieai £ /gjgEKa ’ k’ tLr.Hiuli ’LI pt'ii - aiu ' temnvpN tbe T«.w cause of the trou ble I St> Il yo’ir fret levl 'lei :gb ! f'.il. use f or H week und y<rar foot troubles will be a thing of the ’’Dissolve two tablespoonfuls of Caloclde compound In a basin of warm water Soak the feet In this for full tif teen minutes, gently rubbing th** sor<t parts Amazing results follow t’aloeid 1 waa formerlv confined to doctors’ use. but now any druggist will supply it If hr does not have it in stock lie can a«*t It in a fev. hours from his wholesale, house A twenty-five cent package is said to bo enough to put the worst f.*et in fine run dition Low Summer Excursionßafes CINCINNATI, SI 9,50 LOUISVILLE. SIB,OO CHICAGO, - $30.00 KNOXVILLE - ST.9O Tickets on Sale Daily. Good to October 31st, Returning City Ticket Office. I Peachtree her* already—and they’re putting on the bagg ge!" Warren grunted something under his breath, but he began to hurry "Can't I h'-lp you" Isn't there any thing I can do?" "Yes just get out and let me have what room there is " Helen gutnered 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 ( hlef steward till- time. "I 1 think so." she faltered, and he knocked at the stateroom. "Luggage remix, sit " Everybody's on now, sit Site's ready to pull off The words struck terror to Helen, but Warren threw' open the door with a rough: "Well. If you -put jteople off at this outlandish hour you'll have to wai' till they get ready. Heim, you can take this trunk " Through the open door Helen could see Wnn-en thrusting things into his suit case with more haste than she had ever seen him exert His lint was on the back of bls head and he was unmistakably worried She longed to go in and help him, but feared he would only rosr at her to keep out of the way. Suddenly he called. "Where's the shawlstrnp?" "Why. Isn't it there?" rushing In to find him struggling with the big roll of steamer rugs and coata 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 ruga.” Yea, and I put II right there on top of that wardrobe.” Helen climbed up on the berth to look on top of the wardrobe but only a life preserver was there In the meantime Warren was ringing wildly for tbe stateroom steward -swearing under his breath Here the chief steward appealed again at the door "They're waiting, sir. The captain says the'll have to put off in a moment." "Well, thay'll not go without us! Were 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 tin stateroom stewaid rushed up. "We put a shawlstrap on lop of that war v,be whnt did you do with It?" "Horry, 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 lime fl 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 waiting and no wax to take the rugs und coats the situation was far from humorous. Now the second officer came to tln door to find out what was the trouble, and to say the captain could hold the tender onl.v three minutes longer. "He'll hold her Illi we get on." al most shouted Warren, "or I'll raise a row at your London office that yout 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 stew,'cd caught up the rest of tin hand baggage and fairlv swept them down to the tender Although only n few of the passen gers were-landing at Plymouth, numv 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 kn»-w it was for them that the boat had been kept waiting The lender Itself was something like a fetryboal, and the other passengers, who with their baggage had come on board In plenty of time, stood in a little group at the boxx- Helen bowed and smiled to a fexx she had met on the trip, but she felt they were talking of her and Warren, and wondering xvhat had kept them Already the sailors were pulling up the ropes in a moment they would bo off I here was a heavy morning mist which obscured the shore and even the masts of the big s-ilp that still loonie I up beside them • lust as she began to put off a shout of "Hohl!" went up from the dock, and Warren’s stateroom steward came rushing down to the railing. It's for Mt f'urtis Mi. Curtis!" he (tied, tts ho leaned fat i»>. and gave something to one of the tender office s Just as they swung axvay. Every one tinned to look at Wat ten 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 thex had all seen or guessed xvhat It was. There xvas a general laugh. In which ho was forced to join, as he waved back his thanks to the steward Your watch!" cried Helen untßCl fully "Oh, xvhete did you leave it?" 'I nder the pillow. I suppose," he snapped "Now, you'll have something to harp on for the next six months." "Why. Warren, you knoxx 1 never ’id harp op anything. Only von were so hurried! if you only had packed last night, and "Hacked you grandmother* It was (that infernal shawl strap that made i the trouble. If you hadn't hidden it pi x\ ay in one of y our straightenin-up manias we'd been all right Where'd ■ vou [mt the 'darned thing -that’s what I I xvant to know!" 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Furious rage at Jex flamed up in Saxe’s heart. His face, as he sat there buddled over the broad desk, was pot pleasant 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. Hid the old idiot wish to draw alien i tion to the matter? Just for a moment the thought flashed through Saxe's mind ’hat 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, lie raised his head and looked about the room with » bright, furtice eyes His nerveless cow bright. furtive eyes, His nerveless cow over him that he should have suffered that 5 spasm of sick fear ' He stood up and. crossing the room. ’ glanced at himself in the strip of mirror I set above the mantelpiece. For a mo ment his aspect startled him; his face was almost livid, and 11 ere were drops of sweat glistening on his brow As he stared al himself it almost seemed as though his piqued vanity came to his | j aid. helping him to draw himself to- i erthe* 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 tation visible about him f Indeed, as he walked through the outei cftic-'s, the clerks glanced after him. he carried himself so erect and walked with such a swing, wearing his silk hat set at a rakish angle. "There's something good in the wind 1 for m'lord. the office boy whispered to 1 one of the typists who sat near him. 1 The Reau Krummel of Chichester '< >use lis after some igh old game " . Perhaps th< angle of his hat bad read- I justed Itself when, later in the day. he s leached tht I'mse by the rivet, for be s presented a very sober, not to say chas tened. aspect to tlu servant who re ceived him She was not sure whether k her mUtresß could «ec hun, sift hau uuly j returned home a few hours ago and was very tired. Saxe sent 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 he would never again see. She had been thankful to find that her father had not yet returned from the Con tinent - and now\ for Caul Saxe’s card to he sent in! She glanced at the pencilled words. I am more than sorry to disturb you, 1 ' Saxe had scribbled, "but 1 am afraid I must ask you to see me." The girl felt as though a hand of ice had been laid on her heart Had 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 pleasant drawing room of the Croft, found the waiting more than usually tedious He 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 w r ere ugly for malities there might be inquiries. Paul Saxe felt as though Fate, with a giant hand, had broken those fine-spun fila ments of his webs in an utterly wanton destruct ion Then Betty came She looked wan and harassed, and. to do the man justice, his heart smote him that he must harass her more. He looked at her anxiously and solicitouslv If this life of strain con tinued much longer she would lose her looks; she belonged to that fine-grained type which shows the ravages of grief too cleat I vw "Miss Betty ' Even as he 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, and he could hear her give a short, quick breath of relief He knew what that relief be tokened. She thought he had come to speak of her lover of the man in prison. His save darkened Almoat as though she were ashamed of t tba moment of relief. Hetty turned and questioned him j "What of m.' father*'" she asked. M “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 was 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 was 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 bail been her father, and they had loved one another dearly. In the old days, the days before Edith's marriage, they had been a very happy family— and at least he had been her protector. Her protector! As she ran she stum bled and nearly fell. Heaven knew how badly she stood in need of a protector— bow 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 feel herself caught in a net that was being pegged down on evert 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, of how he wished her to look upon him in the light of an elder brother until such time as her af fairs had straightened themselves. or until her brother-in-law was able to offer her a home. It was that touch which had frightened Betty Paul Saxe must have known it. so well, the true state of the relations between herself and her family and Anthonx Barrington To Be Continued in Next Issue. Git the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Fooddrink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids,and Growing children. : \trc Nutrition, up building the whole body. Invigorates the nursin g mother and the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form, A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no aubatitute. Ask for HORLICK’S. IVof in Any Milk Trust Little Bobbie’s Pa Bv H 7///fZw F. PA brought up a frend of his to the house last nite. His fiend was a swel looking man. his naim was Bernie Doyle. 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Yeo 4 !! have Mary making an awful Mok about tbe heavy wash. Why I’ll bet she hw to do up a dosen drome? every week for the babies ?” Anty DrvAge ‘ ‘More than that, son-m-law. I suppose itX nearer two dozen. But solong ae she han Fefejlaptha soap on washday, Mary will never say a word.” F.very mother knows what a lot of fryn the baby get* out of crawling about dsa floor and making its tiny self just as dirty as a little pig. But every mother has looked with alarm at the array of baby clothes to be washed on Monday morning. And every one has seen with despair how the delicate little garments are cooked to pieces in .the destructive wash boiler. But all that was before the Fels-Naptha wash-way became known. The Fels-Naptha way means baby’s soiled clothes are dcansed cmicHy in cool or lukewarm water without the roast ing tire, summer or winter— without the seething suds, without the terrific bach breaking rub, nib, rub. What’s the result? 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Noxv, sed Pa, wud you like to hear- ■ Mister Doyle sing sumthing else? 1 wud not. se<j Ma.