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« THE ZQEOB QIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. HUSBAND, sed Ma to Pa wen lie calm hoam last nite, I want you to be prepared to meet one (1) of the nises.t ladies that ewer I had the pleshur of inviting to my house. It wud do yure hart good, sed Ma, to jest lissen to her nice way of speaking. Sha is one of that noabel band of wimmenj sed Ma, that is bound to shake off the shackles of in-dividual ty-ranny of man, & rise to the hites to wich all wimmen is entitled, sed Ma. You doant say -<> muchy-muchy, sed Pa. What is the naim of this modern •Tones of Arks, sed Pa. Owing to the recent shake-up in the police depart ent, Pa sed, I hate to be a gambler, but 1 wud like to lay five to one that she is a suffrey-get. Surely, wife, sed Pa. you doant mean to tell me that you wud ask me to help entertain one of them wini men voters? I a afratle that i might git a 1 'ok at her during the fish course & choke on a fish bone. Pa sed. Choke? sed Ma. Ye.-, sed Pa —choke, willingly anc gladly. Thare is few worse fates it. this world than choking on a fish bon or a wish bon". sed Pa. but I wud glad ly chose eether of those deadly ends than to sit & chat through a dinner with a suffry-gct. 1 newer met but one suffry-get. sed Ma This gttrl is one of the finest la dles that I ever had the pleshur of in viting to my hour.. You have these earnest young ladies wrong, husband, sed Ma. They beleev. in standing for a principal all the way. i am sure you will luv this suffry-get I You are one of Nature’s noabelmen. sed Ma. As sure as the rain falls to the earth you will fall for the principals that this gm 1 ex-pounds. Jest then Ma’s fiend eaim in. 1 dident think that Pa wa- going to like her until 1 saw how butiful she was. Iler hair was kind of golden sunshine like, (?• her cheeks was like the red, red rose. Hrr lips wasent vary pale, eether. & sh? had on a red dress. My dear Miss Jones, sed Ma, 1 want you to m'cet my husband. Pa was awful nice .<• gallant, tie looked at Ma's Frend & you can bet yure life she wa#as piitty as a peach. Won't you cum oaver here sit by this open window? sed Pa. If you sit on this sofa whare the breeze cums in from forty-ninth St. you will notis that the breeze is blowing the curtains all oaver the room, Pa sed. It was in such a hower as this that all them ancient Greek gods made love to their Greek goddesses, out in the moonlight, out among the shades, sed Pa. I doan't think you look much like a G eek god. sed Ma's frend. I sed that I doant think you look like a Greek god, sed Ma’s frend. Men in them clays all looked like statues, sed Mix's frend. Now thay are all fat. Eat peepul shuddent vote, she toald Pa. Well, sed Pa. maybe you are rile. I Suppoas you are like the rest of the suffry-gets, working for the grate & lonely Theodore. But let me tell you sumthing. Pa sed. I am for Big till Taft, & this is my Motto: Nobody loves a fat man, but lots of folks are ready to vote for one. That shows how much poor Pa knows about poly-ticks. A YELLER. Neighbor- "The baby suffers from sleeple-sness, does it?" Mr. Jeroloman (haggard and hollow eyed)—"l didn't say it suffered. It iw-mi enjoy it. I'm the one that suffers.” Strengthening Food For Summer Days You need nourishing food these hot davs— food that gives strength and stamina—but you must not overtax the digestive organs with heavy meats. The ideal summer meal is a dish of delicious FAUST [ra =J SPAGHETTI Lb=z It is a delightful dish that appeals to the lagging appetite of summer time. Tender and tasty, easily digested and so full of whole some nourishment. Serve Faust Spaghetti to your meat-weary family and save doctors’ bills. It is easily prepared and most econom ical. Write for free book of recipes. All grocers sell Faust Spaghetti—sc and 10c a package. MAULL BROS., St. Louis Mo. lou Wouldn t Know the Dear Cjul Now copyrightmNational Aw«-iauon vt By Nell Brinkley - ■ GG\ v.-iaV ■ . • * I ° === '-■ 1 G ■; G -LlJi l l t’G IU ."*a n 1I I 4 ,1 s < Mr* j iL-J j .Ko'L kg 4 a a ? tNX? I Wt ■' . " G" -■ wsi*. Nn ,j ' L / - ■ GMZ.n A' " J .— • ———■— - . i • g • j ■ • The same Betty—that you’ve been seeing up and down “fift’ av’nyuh” and in the smart tea-rooms-—-you’re perfectly likely to run across perched on a pas ture fence with her arms full of “roastin’ ears,’’ a sun-bonnet on the back of her head, her hair brushed away from her forehead to show you the FOREHEAD you nevtfr dreamed she had. a pink gingham gown spread fan-wise,on the grey fence, and a little porker with a wistful smile and a pleading voice below her. For sometimes such maids are very sensible in the vacations they take. | “THE GATES OF. SILENCE” * By META SIMMINS * AUTHOR OF “HUSHED UP” TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Then the merest chance—or was it not. rather, retributive fate, working by sim ple means?—some papers he had found among his dead daughter s possessions, relics of the days when, in the heyday of her beauty, before the fatal seizure, she had acted as Paul Saxe’s decoy in the big Beauty Parlor he had run In the Hue de la Paix—had put him on the scent of what the Beauty Parlor had really cov ered, and the details of a dead and gone scandal had given him the first hint of the part Saxe had played In hounding the young Princess Karazoff to the des perate remedy of taking her own lite. The Prince- a tall, spare man, who looked about fifty—received him In his li- < brary, a large and very plainly furnished i room in which there were more books than Jex had ever seen in his life. He ’ had experienced no nervousness during his wait, but now he was conscious of a i sensation far from ease as he met the Russian’s eyes, which were very blue and j very clear, and curiously suggestive of a 1 frosty night. < "You have stated that you have infer- | mation of a valuable kind, connected with ] a subject in which I am interested, to , give me," the Prince said, referring to ] papers on the table before him. "You ] mean that you have information to sell, I suppose?” 1 He spoke English correctly, but with a , certain difficulty and harshness, and there was a contempt in his intonation . that Jex disliked exceedingly. "Your supposition is incorrect," he re torted, militantly. “My motive in offer ing this information to you is purely altruistic. A transgressor, highly placed and powerful, requires a chastiser more powerful, more highly placed—” The Prince made an Impatient sound and an almost dismissing gesture of his hand. But Jex was not intimidated; he continued imperturbably. Jex's Story. "Your Highness has heard a beginning like this before; it wearies him, doubt less. If he will have patience he will ese how differently this story ends. This wolf In sheep’s clothing against,, whom I claim your aid, this financier In city circles -a very contemptible person, no doubt; yet this Mr. Paul Saxe has injured you, wronged you mbst foully, robbed you of honor, of happiness, of your very place in ! rhe world—” Jex's soft voice, with its almost wom anish note of delicacy, had growm impas sioned. The Russian, leaning forward, his } elbows on the table, glanced up with cold ; eyes. ‘Let us get to the point—if there is I one to your story,” he said. "A very subtle point." Jex rose and ■ leaned across—so suddenly that the Rus sian drew back sharply—and spoke a few sentences in a low’ voice. As he spoke ; the Russian’s face paled and contracted, then grew set like a mask of hate. "Your proof?” he demanded, in ve hement voice. "Your proof?” Samuel Jex reached for the hat he had let slip to the floor, His throat was a little dry- the story he had been telling was a long one; he had a strange feel ing, as of a man who had been living for uncounted time another life, very alien from his own. The eyes of the prince, fixed intently on his own, were no longer the eyes of a stranger; there was some thing fiercely intimate in their gaze. Out wardly the Russian was composed, but his thin brown hands trembled. "I shall telephone to your police. That 1 is. I suppose, what you wish me to do?" i he said, and there was a gleam like sun- I light on ice in his frosty eyes. "You sa\ ' he knows nothing -suspects nothing?' "Absolutely nothing," Jex answered "My son-in-law imagined all proofs had been destroyed--that nothing remained t<» connect him with the old identity of the Rue de la Palx; he did not understand that a woman rarely destroys incriminat ing papers ’ "Ana are there other witnesses—other I victims to this vast scheme of black mail?" "Numbers of people -men and women. 1 since women were not his sole victims For the three rears of his life in Paris he traded under the name of Deschanel • Blackmailing wa« Paul Saxe’s profession He was inordinately successful and made enormous sums the rich of three coun tries streamed incessantly through th< doors of the Beauty Parlor, and their se- j crets were open books to the spies he had gathered about him. I can put the police in possession of a boxful of his letters. The princess was not the only—” Jex paused suddenly, silenced by the terrible look on the Russian’s face. It was one thing, apparently, to tell a story, another to comment on it, Jex thought. The intimacy which had been established between this man and him self while he told of the Beauty Parlor in Paris was gone. The man who had listened to the story of how Paul Saxe, the unscrupulous man of ideas, using the bait of his wife’s beauty, her wonderful hair and perfect complexion, had opened this big Beauty Parlor in Paris, and, by the aid of quacks and nostrums, the masseuse, the sand-diviner and the palm ist, the maker of cosmetics, the corsetiere and the wig-maker, and the minor hosts who prey on the weaknesses of vain w’om en, had contrived a plan by which he could rook his pigeons in two ways—first, by the ostensible objects for which the Beauty Parlor existed, and, secondly, by trading on the indiscretions, the sins, and the lesser follies of the people who fre quented it--was gone, and in his place was His Highness Prince Sergius Kara zoff, a very different man. For the Beauty Parlor had caused a furor in Paris. For a time It had had the vogue of a smart club, and the modish women of the tw’o worlds of Paris had used it as a meeting place for their ac quaintances and for their lovers and its astute proprietor had not been slow to avail himself of the opportunities thus afforded him of becoming possessed of the undesirable secrets of many wealthy and Vacation Days are here. Plan now where to go and let us help you. The mountain and lake resorts in the North and West are attractive. The clear invigorating air will do much to upbuild you physically. We have on sale daily round trip tickets at low fares and with long return limits and will be glad to give you full infor mation. Following are the round trip fares from Atlanta to some of the principal resorts: CHAUTAUQUA LAKE PTS $34.30 NIAGARA FALLSS3S.BS DENVER 47.30 PUT IN BAY 28.00 DETROIT 30.00 PETOSKEY 36.55 DULUTH 48.00 SALT LAKE C1TY60.30 MACKINAC ISLAND 38.65 TOP.ONTO 38.20 MAMMOTH CAVE 17.40 WAUKESHA33.7O THE ATTRACTIVE WAY NORTH |IWO| CITY TICKET OFFICE |t— aMULJI 4 Peachtree Street phones ' BeiiMaiLYosß | ■saa&a——aa— b^ms— sss s ■ si r.n timi rasas— foolish women. It was with one of these women that Samuel Jex’s story had been concerned —the charmingly pretty, foolish and idle girl Prince Karazoff had married and left to her own devices. A terrible story. She had been so easy a victim to Saxe's ingenious perversion of what, at the worst, was only an in discreet flirtation with a compatriot; but he had contrived to throw such a glamour of evil and suspicion about it that the young wife, terrified of her severe and elderly husband, had, for so long as her resources permitted, paid the exorbitant sums of hush money the man demanded, and, when they failed, had taken her own life rather than face the exposure he threatened. The suicide of the Princess Karazoff and a host of other loss startling scandaN had brought Deschanel, as Saxe called himself, and his Beauty Parlor into un enviable notoriety. He had closed the place and decamped before inquiry could be made, and for years since the prlnre fiad been seeking to unravel the secret motive of that tragedy. Now, at Jex’s words, everything stood revealed. Paul Saxe, the financier, the big power In Lon don city* circles, and Eugene Deschanel, the suave proprietor of the Beauty Par lor, were one. The man whom English match-making mothers quarreled over in their eagerness to honor was the man who had made his fortune by a stupendous scheme of blackmail that had ruined the happiness of numberless women' The silence in the great room was broken by the sharp fall of coal from the grate to the hearth. With an effort the prince roused himself from the reverb • into which he had fallen, and lifted the i receiver of the telephone that stood on i the table beside him. "To telephone to your police that is the first thing to do.” he said to Jex. And as Jex listened, he smiled. His head reeled; the intoxication of gratified revenge mounted to his senses like wine Jex Makes a Mistake. At the Toby Jug Paul Saxe had speed ily wearied of the companionship of the gray cat. He had treated it«e overtures at first with a species of friendly con tempt; then he had attempted famillari -1 ties that had resulted in an angry red , weal down one of Mr. Saxe’s slim brown hands, and he had retorted with a kick • that would, if it had reached its mark, have very seriously disabled the com- ‘ placent Leah. As it was, she had re- • treated with discretion, and on the top of a big and exceedingly dusty walnut » bureau was engaged in mysteries of the ■ toilet that did not, however, deter her from keeping vigilant and lambent gaze on him. It was that gaze, perhaps, as l much as anything else that drove Saxe ; out into the shop, where he spent a little . time in ransacking the stock in a listless sort of way. He felt an odd reluctance to go away without seeing Jex.* There was something . so queer in that peremptory command for his presence -in this empty and unguard ed shop where he had been received by 1 the supercilious rat. To Be Continued in Next Issue. 7 -v>TV. 0 c * a ' GEORGIA MILITARY ACADEMY THE SOUTHS MOST SPLENDIDLY EQUIPPED PREP SCHOOL College Park, Eight Miles From Atlanta, Georgia Fills every hour of a boy’s life with wholesome mental development, body 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 teacher about 12 Cadets for tutoring and over sight at night. Delightful home life -a big 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. Beat Table Fare and Prettiest School Campus in the South. Three regular Courses Classical, Engineering, Commercial. Member Southern Association of Colleges and Preparatory Schools. Active U. S. Officer in Charge of Military Department. Classed A by U. S. War Department. P wests n-tfed to visit rod ccmp--e the School with the best in America. C 01. J. C WOOD WARD. A. M. Fili. WASHINGTON SEMINARY ATLANTA, GA NEW LOCATION- *1374 Peachtree road, just beyond Ansley Park. GRoI’NDS AND BCiLDINGS; private park, beautifully shaded and landscaped, affording privacy of the country. BI’ILDINGS Boarding department (limited), one of the most beautiful homes in the entire city New Academic buikiing a model of school construction in lighting, ventilation, heating, with open-air class rooms, gymnasiums, audito rium, etc. Tennis courts and other outdoor gam -s. DEPARTMENTS Kindergarten, primary, academic, college preparatory, domes tic s' ience. physical culture, piano, pipe organ, voice, violin, art, expression. METIIoIuS. Small classes, last year 235 pupils and IS teachers, allowing one teacher for every 13 pupils. ACCESSIBILITY Three car lines. Peachtree, West Peachtree and Buckhead lines; 20 minutes from center of city • PROTECTION Special police officer at 2:30 and 1:30 to protect students get ting on and off cars CATALOG! I and views on request; thirty-fifth year begins September 13. LLEWELLYN D. AND EMMA B. SCOTT, Principals I hone Ivy 647. Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. A THWARTED AMBITION. Mrs. lysander john apple ton recently had her picture taken in her kitchen dress. It looked so much like her that her husband was pleased. He felt that he really knew the original. He has been in doubt of his acquaintance on pre vious occasions when she had her pic ture taken in hanpier cloth«a His satisfaction put a new ambition into Mrs. Appleton’s head. She appeared at a newspaper office a few weeks later with a large photo graph of herself, the like of which was never seen in a newspaper office be fore. On her head she wore a dusting cap. Tucked under one arm she carried a broom, and a scrubbing brush, and a duster lay like the flowers a girl grad uate receives—at her feet. Both hands were engaged in mixing dough, and there was a smudge of flour on her nose. Under the picture she had written: "Mrs. Lysander John Appleton En gaged tn the Noble Work of Helping Her Husband.” The picture was refused. "I don't see why,” she sniffed in an ger "Newspapers all over the country published pictures of Mrs. Charles Morse at her desk helping her hus band. "Ain't I helping my husband as much as if I sat at a desk?” FOR POLITICAL ARGUMENTS. "Father,” said an inquiring youth, "when a hen sits on an egg for three weeks and it don’t hatch, is the egg spoiled?” "As an article of diet, my son, it is henceforth a failure, but for political purposes) it has its uses.” WOMAN ESCAPES DREADFUL OPERATION How She Was Saved From Surgeon’s Knife by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound. 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