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TiT)—■ O-s c /r i'TM \ mM 'b. /a v \\ Ww llWir z . Isl j% i 1 J&U IT I ■! Winston Churchill’s Great Novel Grows in Interest; “The Inside of the Cup" a Comodhng Story lohn Hodder Gets Close View of a Side of Life He Knows Little About. It is seldom that one magazine can boari of running two serials by such world famous authors as Hall Caine and Winston Churchill. Novels by both these masters are now appearing in HEARST S ! MAGAZINE, and they are only two features of many of equally intense interest in the December number, such as The Autobiog raphy of Admiral Dewey,” An other Standard Oil Lesson,” by William Randolph Hearst; “America aaid Europe Compar ed.” by Guglielmo Ferrero. ‘ The Inside of the Cup” deals with the career of John Hodder,- a young minister, who goes to a rich parish in the West. Among his parishioners is a lonely mil-1 lionaire. Elder Parr. Parr’s daughter. Alison, has left home to carve her own career. Hodder sees her on a visit to her father and learns how ineffectual relig ion is in modern life. Then through meeting Horace Bentley he decides to devote his time to the tenements. He also meets Kate Marcy, who opens his eyes to the relation of low wages to the social evil, SUDDENLY Hodder ah- ***a ns he still ■tood uncertainly beaide the table, of the white-aproned waiter looking at him. and of some on< tUe— th*- unman whose <*yi*s had been fas- ' ten**' r*n han so persistentlv. She was <ins* bt side him speaking to him ■s- . i tn me we’ve met betor*- Ho looked at her, at first tun otiipre hendiugly. then with a dawning reali sation **f her identity. Uv**n her mime Bj’—tbc rtvruan in th*. Hat; -MAGAZINE SECTION (FROM HEARST’S MAGAZINE FOR DECEMBER) "Ain't you going to invite me to have, some supin ishe whispered eagerly fm tivclt, :is on* accustomed to be re buffed. yet hold in spite of it. "They'll throw me out if they think I'm accost ing you." H* acted automatically, drawing out for her the chair opposite his own. and sat down again. "Say.'but I’m hungry!" she exclaim ed pulling off her gloves. She smiled at him. wanly, yet with a brazen co quettieliness become habit. "Hungry!" he repeated idly "I guess you’d be. If you'd only hud u fried * gg and a cup of coffee today, and nothing Inst night. He pushed over to her. hastily, with i kind of horror, the plate of sand wiches She began eating them raven, ously; tint presently paused, and thrust! them back toward him He shook hia | head "What’s the matter with you?" she I demanded. "Nothing, he replied You ordered them, didn't you? Ain’t you eating anything?" "I’m not hungry." he said “I’m Dry,” She Said She continued eating a while with out comment. And he watched het as one fascinated, oblivious to his sur j roundings, in a turmoil of thought and emotion. ‘ Tin dry." she announced meaningly. He hesitated a moment, and then gave her a bottle of beer. She made a ‘wry face as she poured it out. "Have they run out of champagne'."’ sin inquired Ting time lie did not hesitate. The women of his acquaintance, at the din ner parties he attended, drank cham pagne Why should he refuse It to this woman ' V long-nosed, medieval-look ing waiter was hovering about, on* of those bizarre, battered creatures who have long exhausted the surprises of life presiding ovoi this amazing situa tion with all the sangfroid of a family butler. Hodder told him to bring cham pagne. "What kind, str?” he asked, holding out a card. I "The best you have " The woman stared at him in won- | I *ter, ■ You’re what an English Johnny 1 knew would call i little bit of all right!" sb* declared with enthusiastic approv a Since you . * huugry. he unit on. •'suppose you liuyo aomvlUimf- ' 111. \i !. \\T \ GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, DECEMBER 21, 1912. fr 1 . ■ ■ • jbk - "" ■ ■ l i ( ■ • i 1 Jr < Si *. Ow O • * I - ;L..■ ■ ~, - ‘ ' 'KF\J/ (Drawn by James Montgomery l*’:.,gg.i “Mr. Hodder Knows How Fond I am of Young Women.” Said Mr. Bentley. “I Have Six of Them Upstairs—So lam Never Lonely.' He Did Not Appear to Notice That Kate Marcy's Lips Quivered. She Sat Dumbly in Her Chair. Her Hands Convulsively Clasping Its Arms. aubstuntial than sandwich*'* What would you like?' "1 guess you'll think it's funnj.' she said hesltatinglj. "but 1 feel Just like a good beet steak and potatoes Bring a Jilßh one. vfaiia- The waiter sauntered oft Why should I think it strange?” Hodder asked "W ell, if you knew lion man}' even ings l ie sat up theta in my room and thought what I<l order if 1 ever mtiue I got hold of some rich guy who'd loosen I up. There ain’t any use trying to put .up a bluff with you. Nothing was too good so: me once, caviar, pate de foie gras (her pronunciation is not to he imitated), "chicken casserole, peach Melba, filet of beef and mushrooms— I’ve had 'em ail. and 1 used to sit up and say I’d hand out an order like that. You never do what you think you’re going to do in this life." The truth of this remark struck him i with a force she did not suspect: stung : him. is it we.e, into a sense of reality. "I didn’t recognize you at first in thiit get-up." she observed, looking at ' his him s.'i-gi suit. "So you’ve dropped -In. preache- business, have you? You are wise. al! right." ‘Why’ do you say that?'' he asked. "Didn’t 1 tell you when you came round that time that you weren't like the rest if 'em'’ You're too human.” One* mor, the word, and on her lips. I startled him. "Some of the best men 1 have ever known, the broadest and most under | standing men, have been clergymen." I I he found himself protesting. "Wei they haven’t dripped in on ] me. Tlie only one T ever saw that ; measure*! up to something' like that I was you, .md now you’v* chucked it." ■You're Too Good.” "You i re too good fo* the job." she deeliir. .1. "What is then in it? There! ain’t nobody converted, days that I ; I can see, and what's the use of gettin' ‘ up and preachin' to a lot of sapheads that don't know what religion Is? Sure * they don’t.” z "Do you?” he asked. "You’ve called my bluff.” She i laughed. "Say. do you'.’ If there was ; anything in it you’ll have kept on | preachin’ to that bunch and made some j of ’em believe they was headed for hell; y *u'd have made on* of 'em that towns the tlat house 1 live in, who gets : fancy rents out of us poor girls, give it , up. That's a nice kind of business for I a church member, ain’t it?" "Owns the house in which you live?" "Sure." She smiled at hint compas sionately, pitying his innocence and ignorance. "Now. I come to think of it, I guess he don’t go to your church—lt's tin big Baptist church on the boule vard. But what’s the difference’.’” None." said Hodder despondently. I "Here’s how!” she said, with an at- ! tempt at gayety. And she drank to * him. "it’s funny how 1 ran across you again, ain’t it'.’" She threw back he ' head and laughed. He raised his glass, tasted the wine I and put it down again. A sheet of tir* * swept through him. •’What's the matter witli it" Is ,t corked?” she demanded. "It goes to the right spot with me." •She .cut down her knife and. fork. Tears sprang into her eyes—tears of I anger, he thought. "Say, it’s no use trying to put up a | bluff with me." she cried. "Why do you say that?" he asked. "I don't know—l couldn’t tell you," lie answered. You know what I mean, all right. What did you come in here for. any way?" - The very honesty of, his words seemed for an instant to disconcert her, and she produced a torn lace handker chief which she thrust in her eyes. "Why can’t you leave me alone?” sin* ; demanded. “I’m all right." Her weeping grew more violent. He i saw the people at tlie next table turn and stare, heard th*' men laughing harshly. "I guess I ain't lumui-y after all." she i said, and started toward tlie door. He turned to the waiter, who i*egarded him unmoved, and asked for a cheek. "I’ll get it." he said. ( Hodder drew out a ten-dollar bill and * told him to keep the change. Tlie waiter j OMMRMM. _ «SSrSKHB H— ” tsu. ?.... E | z Li 6T3BW For Camps and Cottages Lamos and Lanterns «HE RAYO LAMP give.; a clear. 30ft light. Easy on the eyes. Made of solid brass, nickel plated. / ~~ \ I—L Lighted without removing chimney or shade. Easy ( C< \ /■ to clean and rewick. I *' X I f s ' ( THE RAYO LANTERN is strong and durable. Doesn't ]Jj L '| , ? smoke Doesn’t leak. Doesn’t blow out in the wind. 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