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THE GEORGIAN'S HAGA ZWE PAM BROADWAY JONES Based on Ceorge Al. Cohan Y Play Now Running in New York A Thrilling Story of “The Great White Way.” By BERTRAND BABCOCK. TODAY S INSTALLMENT. Again Broadway fell into that trance which this girl caused seemingly at her will. She called the Judge and his wife, made her farewells, and then, while Jack son was in the midst of his daze, she made him promise to call at the factory the next morning, when she would go over the books and figures with him He promised, with every intention of keep ing that promise. Then just before she left she walked up to Jackson and, tak- ' ng a small package from her purse, . handed it to him. Upon her face was Hie most exquisite humor that Jackson had ever seen. He had not known that there were girls like this. They did not 1 iss down Broadway. “Oh. I forgo#, she said, her words'' edged daintily in the humor of her piq uant mood. “1 don't think that you've seen this. It is our latest- Jones' Pep sin Wafers!” Jones took the gum Just as at that moment he would have taken a bomb 1 ad she offered it to him "loot I night,” she said, and was gone. The Judge and his wife watched Broad way ds lie sat moodily in a chair at the •.able. Suddenly Broadway took up the little pabkage. broke it open, and slipped wafer into his mouth, an expression of rapture and self disgust upon his fae<- He eheweo it ai.d thfen spat it out. The Judge strode toward him. “Well, bow'd she strike you?” he asked. “An awful blow.'' said Broadway . brusquely. “What'.’ An awful blow'.’" “No,” Broadway went on in ~n.lus.t explanation. "I didn’t say an awf.tl blow. I said awful blue, awfully blue.” "You're awful!.' bhte?” asked the Judge. "Wrong again." was the answ-r. "1 mean her eyes are awfully blue the bluest eyes I ever saw. Broadway stared before him. a gltrm expression on his face. He appeared in deed as if “an awful blow" had been struck upon him, one that might upset his ordinary viewpoint. He was in a mood so deep that he was no longer conscious of the Judge. The latter went out softly from the room with his wife, a suspicion of something in his mind. This much he knew at least: His guest would be the better for a few moments alone. His,eyes still on vacancy, Jackson sat at the table for fully five minutes. Then he stared, at the gum on the table and. picked up the little broken packages of wafers. "Jones' Pepsin. he muttered. "I'll give It to my children and they’ll give it to their children ” He. shook his head, as though trying to settle his ideas. He was still staring ahead of him when another live minutes later Wallace broke into the room. His once boon companion did not note his mood, but went excitedly to the point. “Say, young fellow." he almost shouted. "I’ve got a real live knotkdut surptise for you. Pembroke was waiting in the office of the hotel. That was his man be sent here. He knew we wer< leaving New York before we started. He was lelephond to from the Grand Central sta tion. Thai's how skillfully they work in these mad days of frenzied finance. He didn't wait to take a train -he made it by motor. And just to show you what a smart little fellov you are for wanting to close at their price at 2 o'clock today, 1. who represented myself to b<- Henry Wilson, your private secretary, have given him until 11 o'clock tomorrow morning io close the deal at $1,500,000. He's burning up every telephone and telegraph wire between here and Cleveland right now. and unless 1 miss my guess I've made you richer by several hundred thousand dollars. A million and a half! What.do you think about that?" Broadway had not even troubled to lis ten to all of his friend's enthusiastic statement, but he had heard enough to know its purport. 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Agt. R. 0. BEAN. T. P. A. 1901 First Avenue, 121 Peachtree Street, Birmingham. Ala. Atlanta Ga the glittering streYt. He got up from his seat at the table “Bob," he said, slowly. “I can't sell this plant.” “What!” Already Bnoadway seemed to see eyes that were sometimes blue and some-’ times gray, already he sav. a face with a smile like that of the dawn of a bet ter day. \lready a feeble counterpart of that smile was upon his face. "Why. think what I'd be selling,” be said, the smile still lighting up his fea tures, and his eyes seeking a definite spot lin the etnpty room about him. "The thing that my grandfather worked for ■ and gave to my father—the thing he I worked for and gave to me—the thing I ■ iam going to work for and give to my I children, and then to their children —and I so on, and so on.” "Now. what in li- is the matter with you'?" shouted Wallace. Jackson's voice was warmer in its tones now. as positive affection for the little town seemed to come into bis face. He went on in that newly found expres sion, in that newly dissevered voice ot ■ awakening to better things: "Ito yon .think- I could ruin the town 1 was born in ? Turn seven hundred men and boys from their employment? Take the bread and butter front the mouths of their families? I'd never have any luck I or peace of mind. I’d dream--” Part 111. BROADV-AY MAKES A SPEECH. AIJIh Brcudwaj Jones was denning in Grind hoi el the following morning t the best, but at the same yrne the quiet : est of the suits Rankin has brought in response to a long distance telephone call, i .lo.s’e Riceards was putting the finishing ! toi'.c’ es to ' areful liruncial statement ; !?1 ■■ ;'i !vate ffiees of the Jones plant, j ! Sh» lad ;»! <<] the red in the last j balance, when Sac , the .judge’s fat son, who was < ffice b«y, an;: .unced to her ; that Higgins, the melancholy foreman of the plant, wanted a few words with her. I . She directed Sammy to s:..>u him in. ia spile of the manifest interest or Broadway Jones’ uncle and his “handv j I man in the welfare of the men at the , plant during the regime of the last Jones .before Broadway. Higgins had been more | or less of a trouble-maker.* Os the profit J sharing experiment of several years be- ' for** he had been known to remark: ‘ That's just a sop to tlu wage slaves to ! keep off socialism.” His reading had veered at times from ; the tomes of socialism to a historical consideration of anarchy, and his utter ances had kept pace with his mental changes. So Josie .lid not see his scowling face with any particular d'gree of pleasure. Nevertheless she asked kindly: "What is it, Higgins?” "I war. to ask you a question. Miss Richards,” said Higgins, his manner al ; ready antagonistic. • “I’ll expect you to tell me the truth, , too,” he added. “I am net in the habit of lying.” re turned the girl quietly. ■‘l’m speaking for every man in the plant,” went on the foreman. “We had a meeting this morning and we want to i ’ | know whether this concern is going oVer | “’ to the trust or not. We’ve decided we . ! are entitled to some information and j 1 ■ that’s what 1 am here for—to find out i what you know about it.” ”1 don’t know anything about it,” an swered Josh Higgins’ scowl became deeper. "Well, if you don’t, who does?” he de manded, for every one about the place knew 'hat since the death of Andrew Jones —even before tills girl had been practically a general manager. “Well, we want an answer one way or the ether," r sumed Higgins. "It’s our work ami our living, and we’ve got to know where we’re at." “You’ll have to get your information from the man who owns tip- plant," Josie answered. “He’s here in Jonesville at the Grand hotel. He got here last even ing.” Higginn snorted. “That settles it," he exclaimed. “He came here with that trust fellow, Pent . I broke, didn’t lie? Several of the men saw Pembroke ami recognized him. 1 suppose he’s here with Jones to close us ' out. to sell the wage slaves to another I master.'" "I don't know any more about it than you do, Higgins.” “You say the young fellow’s stopping at the Grand, but nobody there knows anything about him being there. THE ANGRY FOREMAN. “1 believe he registered under another name,” said Josie, disliking the tone of Higgins, yet feeling that he and the men had some right to information, since the , plant was. as Higgins said, their living and their work. “Registered under another name!” re prated Higgins. “He did that because he's a sneak. He knows it's a rotten thing he's doing and he's afraid of the consequences. The men Hire not in a very good temper, ami, you mark my words, there's going to be trouble around here before the day's over, unless we get some satisfaction and find out what's he’s go-. , ing to do.” Continued In Next Issue. I * How Belle Blanche Keeps Healthy v MZTT' ' ' ZZ7T J--ZZ — / j- iiiiy d Wk ■ : z * ■> yotid health to |.hni\ oJ / i|*l” ? / iSnr By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. rpHERK hi. 1 o tr.mgs tlmt distin- | guish Bell,- Biancnt- from other headliners in vauct« On<- is that she has a al grand opera vufee and the other that s::e is so much like a home gi.l that you have to make a real effort to remembo. that she is on the stage at all; There’s nothing- of the emotional, temperamental, tear-things-to-pieces business about little Miss Blanche, and if you saw her in her home and din’t know that she sang or was on the stage you would never believe that she was anything but mothers daughter, just a sweet little home body. Os course, when you her: he.- sing, that’s a different thing. You wonder how that great big voice can come from j such a little mite of a person, and I you're still more surprised to think that i the voice has been there for some time and really owe- its origin to the Ge: ry society. Yes, indeed, in the Irrepressible con flict which is always waged between precocious genius and the Gerry so ciety the society won, and decreed that Miss Blanche, aged eleven years, who was making a tremendous ««mcces< ns a singing infant prodigy, should retire fiom public life until she was sixtt -n. “One of the hardest things 1 ever had to do,’’ little Miss Blanche -aid to me, j Up-to-Date Jokes Wilson (who has met his friend whom he hasn’t seen for some time) Let me sc.-; you knew poor old Jack son, didn't you? Johnson—Yes; I knew him well. Wilson—Then you will be pleased to hear he is out of his misery at last. Johnson—You don’t say so. Poor old i fellow. But I always thought he would pop off suddenly. When did he die? Wilson—Oh. he's not dead; it’s his wife. Scene —A smoking compartment in a railway carriage. Old Gent (to Pat. on furlough)—| Young man, allow me to inform you I that out of every ten eases of men suf fering from paralysis of the tongue nine are due to smoking. Private Pat—Sorr, allow me to In for-rum you that out of ivery ten men suffering from broken noses noine are due to the habit o' not minding their own business.” "Do you think it is possible to make an airship absolutely safe?” "Sure.” replied the mechanician. “How?” “Disable it before it gets a chance to leave the ground.” First—Yes, I ’eard you wos in th’ hospital. Wos yer very had ? Second—Bad? I should think I was bad! Why, a pal o' mine brings me a bottle o' beer an' 1 couldn’t so much as look at it. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought FULL OF SCABS What could be more pitiful than the condition told of in this letter from A. it. Avery, Waterloo, N. Y.: We have been using your Tetterine. It’s the best on earth for skin ail ments. Mrs. S. C. Hart was a sight to see. Her face was a mass of scabs. Tetterine has cured It/ Cured by Tetterine Tetterine cures eczema, tetter, ground itch, ringworm and all skin troubles, its . effect is magical 50c at druggists or by mail. | SHUPTRINE CO.. SAVANNAH. GA. tAdvt.) . VveWS / / . ./*** ■' // v l / / I I ’’ I \\ \ \ ' jnM I ♦ ' placidly, as she sat <-n the -ofa and swung her diminutive feet, "was to re * petit the 'hit' that 1 made w hen I was a child, after 1 was grown up." ! Ye pods and little flsb-s! She calls ■ sixteen grown up. Sue's nil: teen now. and I supp< site consider- herself quite elderly and bias.-. "While I was off th.- stag.- 1 was studying all the tint to Improve my voice, and I'm glad to say that after I had grown up and was allowed to go back on the stage again I made good, “It was just the natutai thing for me ■ to go on the stage." sai l Mis- Blanche, la little more confidentially. "When I was six years old, even, 1 used to give imitations ol everybody, and people used to ask for my sei vices at fairs and bazaars and things like that. But 1 think people like my singing now as well as they do the imitations. Likes the Best. “You know I sing all kinds of high- I class music; the prayer from ‘Tosca,’ for instance: real grand opera music. And though it's populatly supposed that vaudeville audiences don't like that kind of thing, 1 know that they do. They like 'Madam Butterfly' and ’Faust’ and ‘Carmen’ and ‘Tosca,’ and you Do You Know— The Danish postmaster general has devised an ingenious method of pro viding money for the education of the blind. A copper coin, a luck penny, is to te made in the royal mint, ami is to be sold to th.- parents of every new born child who has the gift of sight by the nurse attending the mother. I’ar | ents are to pay whatever sum they think fit for the luck penny, which is worth only a half penny, and bears the device, “The child seeing the light for the first time presents a tribute to the child who will never see.” The sjw mania has put at least one I German in the way of making a good 1 living. He has taken to manufacturing I snuriouS plans, which, in the guise of a German officer, he finds little difficulty In disposing of to the French and Rus sian governments. Even the British government is alleged to have been vic timized to the extent of $15,000 paid him to: alleged plans of fortifications on the islands of Wanderoog and Bor kum. The jury of the Concours Lepine has awarded a prize to the inventor of an Ingenious shorthand writing machine for the blind. The operator. M. G. 1. jeune, was horn blind, and vol. after six weeks’ practice he learned to use the machine at a rate of one hundred words a minute. couldn't ask for better music than that, could you?” If you want to know whether this is true or not, go up to the Colonial thea ter some day this week and hear Miss i Blanche sing s-lections from real operas, sandwiched in between her clever imitations. But we had neglected the important subject of health. As a matter of fact all interviews about the health and looks of young . tars should be given out by their mothers. There is noth ing so interesting in the modern stage as the evolution of the stage mother. Miss Blanche’s is an up-to-date per son, who looks to be her daughter’s elder si.-t. .-. who manage* dauglitei’s career, and looks after daughter’s health with the commanding efficiency which is the watchword of the progres sive n idem woman. So while Miss Blanche answered my question she kept one eye on hef"charming mother, and Mis. Blanche nodded approval as her daughter said; Essential to Health. "I think the most essential thing- to health Is plenty of sleep and fresh ait. 1 never have a cold or throat trouble of any kind, for the good reason that I ’ never stay in places where the ventila tion is bad, and do not spend hours in I smoky restaurants, for instance. Nolh ; Ing could be worst for the voice than remaining for a long time in places where the air is vitiated and full of to bacco smoke, and you know the voice is a sort of register of health. “Another reason why I never have a cold is because I don't wear high col lars. Year in and year out 1 wear Dutch necks or low tuindoyyn collars on my frocks, and my throat and neck ire hardened so that the change of at* mosphere doesn't affect tm I never wear furs tight around my neck either. A good many people catch cold that way, getting used to the warm fur and then being unable to withstand a cold blast of air or a draught." 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"I was just thinking how beautiful it must be to be a friendless girl ami get such a nice place to go to. Thank goodness we are through with all of them Dark Ages, where there was so much dark ness.” “You are having one of your daffy streaks,” said the Head Barber, bluntly. "How many times have I told you that you mustn't believe everything you read in the papers? it’s a cinch that the young lady reporter walked around and down Fifth avenue with her head and eyes to the front, the way she told about in the paper, but I’d like to make a nice little bet that the matron at the beautiful home for girls knew who she was. Them matrons get pretty wise, and most of them can see a girl reporter through the side of a moun tain. "Let me tell you something about them beautiful homes for girls, kiddo ' My wife ran into a little girl about I nineteen the other day. The girl was r | /anty I" | Why Mrs. Kuick Could Make Pies on Monday. Anti/ Drudge- ‘•What! baking on Monday? I she think you’d sooner get your washing done and ou the way.” Mrs. Kuick—“My washing is already done and most enough to come in off the line. You see, I Fels-Naptha soap; that saves about half the time i labor.” Anty Drudge— “Oh! I see! I can ’t tell YOU anyth t about Fels-Naptha then.” ‘ Do you get your weekly washing • your hands before noon or do you do it t old long-drawn-out back-breaking way? Try Fels-Naptha next week and you surprise your husband with good eating, wash day. Fels-Naptha changes the color Monday. Instead of “blue Monday” a yellow clothes, you’ll have whiter ck>d and a happier washday. r 1 he clothes come out spick, span a: snowy white. And you just use cool lukewarm water. 1 j No parboiling your face and han over a steaming, sudsy wash tub. T1 ought to be reason enough for usii Fels-Naptha even if you didn’t get yo, washing done in just about half the time Yes, you say, but how about the cloth< Will they be full of weak spots and brok< ' threads? Not a bit of of it! The Fels-Napt attacks the dirt only. Dissolves it —th the water washes it away. Just as simc as A. B. C. It’s just as good for all kinds of hold cleaning. Follow the easy directions on the ; t and green wrapper. Use any time of n ’ year. 1 I starving. She had been in five days without a cent. T!' known her in the old homei when she brought the ki« would make a gambler cryj way that girl ate. After sh all fixed up she told us a about this home-for-friei business. “In the first place, the g innocent as a baby. Some the same town had come to and stumbled onto a good the wife's friend had tried same stunt. The position <! and her money gave out. ' the five days of tramping ar ing for work, and finally th the homes kept up by rich sheltering such eases. “The matron, in the first p ed to know who her fathe whether her grandfather had arrested, and a lot of other kid was too proud to make her character and ancestors i out. Se walked all that nil to death—the way any re would be that has to mo! among the rats of the city. ■ “The next day she was tu ■ at two more ‘homes,’ sleepy and pale, and showe had been out of bed too lon| them respectable they thought she looked tool something. It was just lucj ■ ran into the wife, and now 1 from the river and worse t! rivers. She’s going to stick with the wife until she gets f “I ain’t saying that there ! of fine women behind them I the lady reporter had a roll . money with her or her i mightn't have been so rosy.”j