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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE .■ ■ I Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. WHEN FATHER ENTERTAINS. /-SPHERE is a rule among hospita- I ble women that a guest should "*■ never be left alone a minute. The Same rule applies to thieves, but. of course, for a different reason. The observance of this rule at the Appleton home causes great worry in the last half hour before dinner is served when Mrs. Lysander John's du ties take her to the kitchen. It is at such trying times that Lysander John Is pressed into service. He must "en tertain” the guest. This is his procedure: “Did I ever show you.” he asked Mrs. Blank, the visitor, “the picture of the bear I killed last summer?" He never had. and Lysander John opens a drawer In a bookcase and turn the contents on the floor, but can't find the picture. “Maw." he calls to his wife, "where's the picture of the bear I ki'led last summer?” It is the psychological moment wit! Mrs. Appleton when the steak needs turning but she rushes to the parlor, find.- the picture under her h ssl.ind'- nose, and rushes back to thi kitchen. > The gravy had icich. d a crisis when I Lysander John calls out tbit Mrs. I Blank wants to t>e“ that picture of their summer homo, and he ■ n't find it Gravy Is temperimental md won't wait, and Mrs. Appb on stirs it for d'-sr life, while s<rt timing to her hus band that he will find it in a <•>!!« lion tit pictures on tin piano. A sound of something falling Ly eandrr John has up-«t al! the photo graphs on the floor ami can't find that cf hi? summer home. "Maybe." ugg. is the visitor hope fully. "I* is in th> bookcase." A mass of books are thrown to thi floor, and he can't find it. and as his ■wife refuses to leavi her gravy, he gives it up and looks for an <lk tooth. I He turn- mor the gold fish in | searching f'-r that tmjihv and later i in looking for an mitimi rih letter from ! General G ant, u;.- tie piano sto c end knocks ill tin bri '-a-brac off the mantel. Every f a minutes app'i'ls an -■•nt to the kitchen beginning . ith "I . m'l i find," and <>• rv appeal is answei 1 b niinut< direction, foi finding what h. is looking for. right under his nose Every few minutes there 1 a , r.is! of books, brh -a-hrtc 01 furniture, am when Mrs Appleton ha put the d nn< i on the table and appears to . .ill hei guest, the parlor look- as if Ibpublii an had been holding a convention th r. 1 "It is • your fault," Lysander John always saj s, looking at tin- w reck igi around him and the dust and water . i his clothes; "I don't sc, why you worn ' en take su< h pains to hide tilings wher. . a man can't find them." A PERPLEXING QUESTION. Being a funny man, ho was at I' again. Seated on the grass in th midst of the picnic partv, he was spin ning the latest yarns. "I say," he remarked to those as sembled, "1 het you can’t answer this riddle " "Well, what is it?" asked a chorus of voices. "Can you name an animal that has eyes that can not see; legs, and an not walk, but can jump io high as the Eiffel tower?" Everybody racked their brains, and there was deep silence for a moment. “I don't know,” remarked some one "I give it up." Tite rest of the party also signified their inability to solve the riddle. "The answer," said the tunny man "Is a wooden horse, It has eyes and can not see, and logs and can not walk." "Yes. Rut how do. s it jump as high as the Eiffel tower?" came the trium phant shout. "The Eiffel tower." said the funny man. as he made preparations for hur ried departure, "can't jump!" IMS * ■ W ’'" rfO®fe tad&g Kwwl PSp7 ■ I?S®Skw u , wW-'W r Vv ' a > L jt\ zP a fcK. ipiw / < iX/ jsi w ‘< i!3 mnMidi Spaghetti Night is Guest Night \2 OU cannot show your friends more A generous hospitality than to invite them to join the family circle the night you serve FAUST J B«AN» SPAGHETTI It’s a delightful dish—and so full of whole some nourishment. Made from glutinous Durum wheat, in clean, bright, sunny kitchens. Make Faust Spaghetti the chief dish for dinner once a week and invite your friends to enjoy it. All good grocers sell Faust Spaghetti—Sc and 10c a package. Write for free book of recipes. Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo. “The Way of a Man With a Maid” * aaem ll x »- *By Nell Brinkley -rp --- ---. ■. i ' ■ < fffll "SA FfcfS: ■ i , - , |— A•• ,h { I® V A j Mgj \\ WtaarW JKJy WWWPp V JF- - vm™ 1 wMUIi &J. if OIK lwf ■-- [S!.J ' ' " rt J -1 n f 24/ " , ——J Just so Eve hung her head and listened, and just so Adam slipped his hands over hers and strove to lift her eyes to his while he told her the story that was brand new then. “THE GATES OF SILENCE” « Bv META SIMMINS * AUTHOR OF “HUSHED UP” TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. More than once, in the weariness o the hours that followed, .lack RhnlDKto! found hirnst if wishing dull' that he \va back in the prh< n < II at Rllrnouth. Th< obsession of flight bail fallen from him crouching there, in tl.e ice stiffened gar ments of his shame he knew now the su preme folly of the adventure on \\hl< he was embarked * But t'.Vro could be no going back. ll< |j’o.v onl> too wdl what awaited hin there shame and ignominy the yellov dress of disgrace, the chains of punish ment, and punishment fare of bread and water perhaps worse. He could not go hack. For the first time since the blight had descended on his life, Rimington faced the fact that there was one alter native to going back. So far his life was his own to take up aagin or fling away as a burden too heavy to be borne. He knew what was happening-—how every available man was out scouring the gulleys and plantations, guarding the road and the bridges and the stations, lie knew how every able-bodied Inhab itant of the district was converted into a police spy by hope of the reward, the price that is set on the convict’s head. "I must have been mad," he told him self, "mud to have put my head into such a noose.’* Yet in his heart he knew that it was madness which, given the same chance and the same odds tomorrow, he would have been powerless to resist. He watched the sun—it was his only means of checking time: had it ever moved so slowly westward? Would the afternoon never come? .And after the afternoon the long hours of semi-twilight. He fell to grubbing up the frozen gras.*- and chewing it. but it was dry hay be neath the rime of the frost Sleep came over him <eslstlessly; sleep, it was an enemy to be dreaded and fought against madly as snow-drowsi ness; sleep, that became a temptation, that assumed the guise of a hundred de sired things that, when in sheer weak ness he succumbed to It, head nodding to his hunched up knees, stripped of its shining veil and showed him a masque of demons dancing a dance of death, plunged him as a central figure into a phantasmagoria of horror from which he would start awake, shivering still, with the dews terror beating his brow. So crouching and dozing and starting awake in blind fear, he past the year-long hours till night fell night, when the fur tive creatures of the earth steal forth and move, hunt and prey. And what could he expect of help or solace from the darkness? Slowly with aching limbs, whose move ment was a torment, Rimington rose and limped on. Instinctively he turned in the opposite direction from the shoulder of the land that, as he imagined, hid the prison from him. He had no sense of destination now, no formulated plan, nothing but a blind hope of stumbling against a place where he might shelter from the intense cold and find food. Warmth and food—these were now’ the imperative necessities for him. not safety The Abomination of a Lie. It had danced before him for miles, it seemed, a tantalizing will o’ the wisp of red light, now gleaming across the darkness like a watchful eye, now dis appearing utterlx , gradually, however, it had been drawing nearer. It burst on him suddenly, seen at a surprising near ness now that he had mounted the ris ing ground at the top of which he saw the white glimmer of a gate, the uncur tained window of a cotage, red lighted by the lamp and pla> of flames within The sight stirred Rimingtons blood, set his feeble pulses a flutter His step quickened into a stealthy run He had n<» Idea what the hour w is •»ut he imag med it earlj evening, and it seemed a l 's.-ible chance that the cottage might be empty, its tenant n t yet return'>l H in the village ur the field. As ha neared the building he saw’ that it stood, I unprotected by any hedge or fence, on tie face of the moor itself, although there were signs of a cultivated path run ning around the cottage. The white gate 1 at the side gave entrance to a yard and a low’ cluster of outhouses. ; As Rimington went limping forward, the door of the cottage opened suddenly, and he saw the figure of a woman sil houetted against the lurid glow’ of a fire- ’ lit kitchen. > 1 110 could have screamed aloud like an hysterical woman in the bitterness of his disappointment; as it was. a little cry escaped from his blood-caked lips, and at , the sound he saw the woman’s head , turn quickly, as though -she stared Intent ly into the darkness. lie made a little, hesitating step for ward. Judging by the slimness of her figure, a certain uprightness of pose, she was a young woman. If she were alone, dare he trust her? tl was no longer a question of trust, he told himself. It was a necessity—he must have food and warmth. Again he moved forward; and again the woman started, staring into the darkness. “What's that? Is anybody there?” Her voice was young and fresh, with a certain note of alarm In it. Rimington made no reply. His answer was to come forward into the ladder of light cast across the ground In front of the open door a thing of horror even In the dimness; a creature unmistakable yLJ ' ■ £\ T_~ . ,- -• ../:• \ _,—/ -';.; ' ,\ • " Vacation Days jßSßßf**' are here. Plan now where to go and let us help you. The mountain and lake reaorta in the North and West are attractive. The clear invigorating air will do much to I upbuild you phyaically. We have on sale daily round trip ticketa at low fares and with long return limita and will be glad to give you full infor mation. Following are the round trip farea from Atlanta to some of the principal reeorta: CHAUTAUQUA LAKE PTSS34.3O NIAGARA FALLSS3S.BS DENVER 47.30 PUT IN BAY 28.00 DETROIT 30.00 PETOSKEY 36.55 DULUTH - - 48.00 SALT LAKE CITY 60.30 MACKINAC ISLAND 38.65 TORONTO 38.20 MAMMOTH CAVE 17.40 WAUKESHA33’7O THE ATTRACTIVE WAY NORTH CITY TICKET OFFICE • ■-«q MM 4 Peachtree Street phones ' . "■*" ’ •>•11 Main 1088 and branded at the first glance, even in that uncertain light. “Madam,” he said, "for heaven’s sake, do not scream or cry out. I-whatever I look—can not harm you. I Implore you to help me.” "Ah!” Just the quick-drawn exclama tion. that was all, but to Rimington it seemed full of a message of hope. “I— it's a pity you came to this cottage of all cottages,” the girl said, as though to hersel f. “I am starving and frozen," he said. "If you will give me food—let me thow the ice out of my bones—you can do with me afterward what you will." His voice was hoarse and rasping, his bitten lips formed the words with diffi culty. He made a blundering, half un conscious gesture of appeal with his numbed hands. Face to Face. "Oh, come in—don’t delay,” the girl said. "It isn't that I don't want to help you. Only—” Her sentence broke abruptly: a quick cry of terror, as quickly suppressed, broke from her lips, for, with a sudden, al most violent movement, the man who had been following her caught her by the arm and swung her around toward him, for ail his weakness, as reslstlessly as a leaf moves before the wind. "Betty!" he said. “In heaven's name— what does this mean? Betty!” Just for a moment something that was more poignant than surprise held the girl silent. She stood motionless, poised as he had swung her back, staring up at him with wide eyes, the glow of the fire light making a golden aureole of her hair. Then: “What are you—what do you mean?" -The words were scarcely whis pered: but the man looking down into her eyes that held no recognition heard them, low-breathed as they w'ere. The fact that she failed to recognize hint either by voice or look for the moment outweighed the surprise of her presence there in that isolated cottage on the moor. "It's I—Jack! Don't you recognize me, Betty? Is it possible"— "Jack!" There was more than in credulity in the girl's voice and eyes; there was a creeping horror. "Oh, it isn't possible—it isn't possible!" For the moment she stood looking at this wreck of a man before her. gaunt and wolfish-looking, with the shaven head and the motley of a clown, and a face that was channeled with deep lines of pain. Then, as though recollecting her self by an effort, she drew him with her inside the shelter of the kitchen and, closing the door behind her, shot the heavy bolt in place and drew the shut ters across the window before she turned to him again. To Be Continued in Next Issue. GEORGIA MILITARY ACADEMY THE SOUTHS MOST SPLENDIDLY EQUIPPED PREP SCHOOL College Park, Eight Miles From Atlanta, Georgia Fills every hou . r of , a b °y,’ 3 life, with wholesome mental development, bodv building, moral and social training, and preparation for a man’s part in the world s work. A thoroughly disciplined, modernly appointed, attractive school for boys and young men-a gentleman’s school, limited to about 125 boarding pupils, so grouped, as to give every U acher about 12 Cadets for tutoring and over sight at night. Delightful home hfe-abig happy family of successful, cultured teachers and pupils Every sanitary convenience. Electric lights steam heat, artesian water. Elevation nearly 1,200 feet, no malaria, perfect health. Best Table Fare and Prettiest School Campus in the South. TAree_regtifar_Cotrrses- Classical, Engineering, Commercial. Member Southern Association of Colleges and Preromtory Schools. Active U.S. Officer in Charge of Military Department. - Classed A by U. S. War Department. Forests m-jod to viiit ao3 empn-c the School with the belt in America, COL. J. C WOODWARD, ». M., PtBS. WASHINGTON SEMINARY ATLANTA, GA '■ LpCATH>N -1374 Peachtree nsol, J.|.--r bevond An«ley park GKU affordm^pHvat l v , sg ,^ e G ?o U^ ,e btuJ “fully " and Undseapnd, lighting, ventilation, heating, with ..pen air .la i... cvn.risiuinl a ...lttr>- Hunt. etc. Tr-nnls courts and other oiltdoor a.ttn . ’ «> t,in “»lums. audlto- ‘ ■ ■ «'• Buckhead J3 ° a,l<l 1 * CATALOGUE and views <>n request; thirty-fifth ’.ar I. . . ptaiubar U. Li I- ""ilJ.l N I • AM’ I MJI.I It bUuTT, Prlnelpalw 1 hunu b> lit. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. WHY NOT BECOME ENGAGED? Dear Miss Fairfax: I am nineteen and have been go ing with a young man of the same age for nearly one year. A week or so ago a girl wrote you asking whether or not she should let her friend kiss her, she having refused him. You replied, statinc she was a very sensible girl and the young man had no respect for her. Now, this made me feel rather badly, as I let my young man kiss me, and last Sunday I thought I wouldn’t just to see what h$ would say. Now, he got real angry over it, and after I had told him of the letter in your column, he said if he didn’t respect me he wouldn't call to see me. Now, I like him very much and I w ouldn’t ' want to get mad over it, as we have never quarreled before. Pleaee advise me if you think he respects me or not. We are not engaged, but my folks approve of him. DOTTY D. You like each other; your parents approve. Then why not an engage ment? That would give him and op portunity presented, and I have no doubt he will see to it that they are many. It would be better for you, and you, my dear, are the one to be con sidered. A MATTER OF FORM. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen and In love with a man of twenty-one. I love him and he loves me. Do you think we are engaged, or not until the ring is on the finger? W. L. You are engaged when he asks you to marry him, and you accept. The ring is only a symbol, and is not nec essary. There have been many happy engagements and marriages without it. But if the man has the true knightly spirit, he will get a ring and get it promptly. MRS. SCOTT’S SUFFERING OVER Doctors Advised An Opera" tion. How She Escaped Told By Herself. Buckner. Mo. “ For more than a year I suffered agonies from female troubles and the doctors at last decided there was no help for me unless I went to the hospital for an oper ation. I was awfully against that opera tion, and as a last resort wrote to you for special advice and I told you just what I suffered with A J - a T’" ij '|l\ bearing down pains, backache, shooting pains in my left side, and at times I could not touch ipy foot to the floor without screaming. I was short of breath, had smothered spells, felt dull and draggy all the time. I could not do any work, and oh how I dreaded to have an operation. “I received a letter full of kind ad vice, which I followed, and if I had only written her a year ago I would have been saved so much suffering, for today I am a well woman. lam now keeping house again and do every bit of my own work. Every one in this part of the country knows it was Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound that has restored me to health, and everywhere I go I recom mend it to suffering women.” Mrs. Lizzie Scott, Buckner, Mo. If you want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence.