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THE’GEOBaEAN’S MAGAZINE/PAGE Mamed Life the I Bird \ear WARREN SCOLDS HELEN FOR FORGETTING. BUT LEAVES HIS WATCH UNDER THE PILLOW. By MABEL HERBERT TURNER <<XTOW, you'd better g< « : tri get everything . night. You won't i-.ivi any time in the morning. We’ll be >t Plym outh by 5." "At 5?" Helen turned from the r;<i Ing, where she v.a» watching the f. .nt glimmer of a distant lighthouse tl first sign of land Why A.irren. th»' won't us off that early" "They’ll put us off whenever we get there. I told you the' weren't going to dock We re t> be put off on .< ten der—the ship don't dock until she gets to Hamburg " “A tender—ds that the small boat which comes out to meet us? "That's it. Now, vou hustle down and get things into shaj • 111 have a •moke and be down a ittle later.” It was the last night of the voyage, and Helen longed to stay up on deck. EX’sry one was standing around watch ing the far-off light and talking of the extreme southern course the shin had taken to avoid the icebergs, and the time they had lost. They all seemed imbued with the restless anticipation that • omes with the sighting of land. Only the f.-w 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 "smoke" would end in a game of whist in the smoking room, where he spent most of his time during the trip. Rut she had hoped that this last night they would spend on deck togethei Because of the small stateroom she had tried not to unpack many things, but one article after another had been needed during the trio, and now she found the repacking no small task It was 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 could never find things when site put them in. • At length there was a heavy step down the passageway, and he threw open the stateroom door. “Al! through?" as he began to tak> off his collar. "Why, yes. dear, almost an hour ago. It'» nearly 12, Isn't it? 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. 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 to leave everything till morning and you'll have to shave, too"" "Look here—you're ready, aren't you" Well, see that you art —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 Pyimouth, 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 i.s 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 liurty." was Helen's excited greeting when he came from his bath The tender's Wonderful Treatment For Corns, Callouses and All Sore Feet MlUions of people who endure daily torture from sore feet will welcome the Information that there Is now a simple treatment that positive!' and quickly cures foot ailments of all kinds You can say good-bye to corns and callouses, E bunions. swollen aching, bad smell ing and sweaty feet This treat ment works right through the pores and removes the cause of the trou ble Ise it once and your feet fee! delightful, use it for a week anti your foot troubles will be a thing of the past. "Disseise two tablespoonfuls <-t Calocide compound in a iwsm of warm water Soak the feet in this for full fif teen minutes, genii' rubbing the sore parts." Amazing results follow Caloride was formerly confined to dot tors' use. but now any druggist will suppl' it If he does not have it in stock he can get t in a few hours from his wholesale lions.- A twenty-five cent package Is sai.l be enough to put the worst feet In tine con dition Low Summer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, SI 9.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO ECAGO, - $30.00 OXVILLE - $7,90 ets on Sale Daily, liood cloher 31 si, Returning Ticket Office,4 Peachtree ' her, alreadv and they're putting on ’ the baggage!” ' Warren grunted something under hi“ breath hut he began to hurry. "Cnn't I help you? Isn't there any thing I can do'.’” Yes Just get out and let me have what room there Is." Helen gathered up Iter hat and veil i and went out Into the passage to put i them on She could hear Warren I moving hastily about. | "Luggage re:uly, ma'am .’" It was the I chief steward thi« time. I—l 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 words struck terror to Helen I but Warren threw open the door w ith i a r<nigh : "Well if you put people off at this outlandish hour you’ll have to wait till they got ready. Here, you can take this trunk" Through the open dour Helen could see Warren thrusting things Into hl« 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 jn and help him. but feared he would only roar at her to keep out of the way. Suddenly he i-tiled; "Where’s the sha wist ra p?" "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't! you tint it?" he shouted "Why, dear, I didn't see it; you un rolled the rugs" "Ye«. and I put it 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 the stateroom steward 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 tt.s 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 tin y were all searching—Helen Warren, the room steward and the thief 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 Rut with the tender waiting and no way to take the rugs and coats, the situatlon was far from humorous. Now the second officer came tn the door to find out what was the trouble, and to say the captain could hold the tender only three mlhutes 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, ami in a gecond two of them were on their knees tying up the rugs The chief steward caught up the rest of the hand baggage ami 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 rnanv disap proving eyes. All these people knew It ; was for them that the boat had been kept waiting. • The tender Itself was something like a terryboat, and tile 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 w hich obscured the shore and ev.n the i masts Os 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, ami Warren's stateroom steward camo rushing down to the railing It's for Mr t'urtis M Curtis!" he • cried, as he leaned far ovcj- and gave I something to one of the tender office s ‘ Just as thfy swung away. , Every one turned to look at Warren f as the Officer handed it to him. Helen i caught the glint of gold it was his w atch! ' , Quickly Warren slipped it into his ‘ pocket, but not before they had all seen s or guessed what It was There was a ( gene’al laugh, in which he was forced to join, as he waxed back his thanks to ? the steward. "Your watch!" cried Helen untact fullx "Oh, where did you leave it"” » "I ndor the pillow. I suppose." he snapped "Now, you'll have something 4 to harp on for the next six months " I "Why. Warren, you know I never ’ld I harp on anything. Only you were so I hurried! If you only hail packed las' I night, and—" I "Packed you- grandmother It was I that infernal shawl strap that made I the trouble. If you hadn't hidden It llaway in one of your *straightenin-up I. w . I y>u put the blamt d thing that's wha lil want to know ! " Nadinola Talcum WILL PLEASE THE MOST EXACTING nk* FTTWr TTV/TR L,'•. ’- n 1 here’s None Better m| Contains More O/ ! i Antiseptics M l '•% ;Gli ® e * s ‘ ree i u? ’ enough jKwiiHjWifrC 7 j| ox ygen to keep the skin "I'he, soft, smooth and hea 11 h y Nadinola Talcum Powder is composed entirely of sanative ingredients. Soft as ! velvet Guaranteed By toilet counters or by mail 25 vents NATIONAL TOILET COMPANY. Parti. Tran I I A Love Song : : : : : By Nell Brinkley I -/At yfW !•-I M M A vjS ffl vZ... oL' * <7 z a- y JTyz-r i i i '' I W / 'Mr nff ’/a \ —r:j —r: I I —— —1 The Sweetest Music in the World—For Him. “The Gates of Silence’’ & By Meta Simmins, Author of “Hushed Up" 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 particu lars when we meet this afternoon at usual place. JEX.” The paper fluttered in Saxes hand. The fool, the mad. clumsx fool, to send such a telegram as that' Furious rage at lex flamed up in Saxe s heart His face, as he sat there huddled over the broad desk, was not 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 Did the old idiot wish to draw atten tion to the matter ’ Just for a moment the thought flashed through Saxes 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 Saxes lips that, sounding in his own ears, brought him upright He raised his head and looked about the room with bright, furtlce eves. His nerveless cow - bright, furtive eyes His nerveless cow over him that he should have suffered that 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 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 as though his piqued vanity came to his aid. helping him to draw himself to gether. He went through his private door into the elaborate dressing room across I ihe corridor. Ten minutes later, when he came out. there was no trace of his agi tation visible about him Indeed, as he walked through the outer ( offices, 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 i for m lord. the office box whispered to | one of the typists who sat near him The Beau Brummel of Chichester '< >use ' s after some igh old game Perhaps rhe angle of his hat had read justed itself when, later in the day, he ‘ reached the house bx the river, for he I presented a verx sober, not to sax . has i tened. aspect to the servant who re- i -rived him. She was not sure whether' J her mistress could see him. she had only j returned home a few hours ago and was very tired. Saxe sent in. his on which lie 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 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 Had some harm come to Jack 0 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 were 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 destruction. Then Bettx 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 solicitously, 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 clear! x "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 wdth fur tively searching eyes. “What Is it has anything happened” Oh. 1 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 knexx what that relief be tokened She thought be had come to speak of her lover of the man In prison His fare darkened Xlmost as though *he were ashamed of i 'ha’ moment of relief. Bettx’ turned and questioned him “What of mx father, she asked. ’ "I won’t beat abodt the bush. Miss i Berry," he said. "Your father is dead." The dusk was falling—the cruel, early ■ gray dusk of a January afternoon, when t Betty Lumsden slipped down the drive I 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 1 yet as she went she felt like a fugitive. 1 She was flying- from what? She hardly t knew. From the vague terror that Paul 1 Saxe's news had left behind it. So far i she had shed no tears for her father; ' there was grief for him in her heart, a s dumb, tearless grief—not so much because he was dead, but because of what he had i- become —of what had led up to that death. . Still, he had been her father, and they , had loved one another dearly In the old I days, the days before Edith's marriage. they had been a very happy family- and ■ at least he had been her protector. I Her protector! As she ran she stum i bled and nearly fell. Heaven knew how I badly she stood in need of a protector— ) how desolate she was! Taul Saxe had hinted at unutterable things; but she did i 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 i 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. of how he wished t her to look upon him in the light of an i elder brother until such time as her af fairs had straightened themselves, or . until her brother-in-law was able to offer 1 her a home. It was that touch which i had frightened Betty Paul Saxe must have known it so well, the true state of 1 the relations between herself and her family and Anthony Barrington To Be Continued in Next Issue. I Shctect Ifcuttetf! Get the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids,and Growing children. Pure Nutrition, up building the whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. 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A school where boys are transformed into men equipped, mentally and physically to take up ■ Life s duties orgiven a firm foundation onwhich to build their education in the higher institu tions of learning. This is done by limiting the students to 96; one instructor for every ten boys I More than Twenty pef cent, of the student body, each year, are brothers of former students. I (live us a bay: we'll give you a man. Handsome Illustrated catalog and information furnished. Address SANDY BEAVER, Principal. Bos 53 STONE MOUNTAIN, CA. ShorterCotledeO \ A High Grade Institution For Young Women. Beautifully located near the Mountains, in the most healthful section of / LxVterce F- t ,?-v d X h vi n tho Co ' !e « e durin f the forty years of its J Ste, - Ct - r.t» ry convenience of modern home. Only two virta to < • 3 *dh lance study between every two rooms. Every buildi-jr V. ','L re - nforccd convrete, absolutely fire-proof thoroughly mjdern ~ ■ f 106 acres in grounds and campus. Faculty from finest Amencan and European Universities. Full Literary Course le.-uL efSaNTe mg to A. B. degree: unexcelled advantages in Music. Art. Expres _r= ^ PeC a at:entlon to Physical Development. Catalog on :e- . A ’ W ’ VAN HOOSE, President. Rome, Ga. want to sing. He was only doing it to please Pa. I will sing the sextette from Lushy, sed Mister Doyle. But Pa in-sisted that Mister Doyi» shud sing the Moth & the Flame, so he started: The moth A- the flame playefl n gam» one day, The game of a woman’s heart. The moth that played was a maid, thay sed, & the flame was a bad man’s art. & the moth newer knew, as it flew so close, That the light was the light of shame, & it fluttered away just in time, so thay say, That's the tale of the Moth <t the Flame. Isent that a impresive song? 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 not, sed Ma.