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_ - THE ATLANTA (II UKlil.W AM.) INEWS. KKJOA V, APK1I. 'AO. l'lEL STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS The Dingbat Family itu I \ <5 '“ A I “Goo Bi" /'or f/te Gen/e |Jy Hfirrinian Copyright, 1013, International New* Servictr To-day’s Complete Short Story ie paintings Mayme Ap. t© that one f their silk gh the sky, tagine that her talents, tss. her re lation, and tng depres- P U I, J1BKAN said to Annette: •■To-morrow I will speak to my aUier _l will tell him that I love n,i that you are willing to share i will speak to him—X will ,; nv „ ,-e him, and about 6 o'clock to- Tnrr „ night I will come and tell you “hat in- say» 1 love you ' AnneMe ' and jou may trust me." Standing at the window, Annette saw lllm , -sing the street with the linn 'HJH MV IAIHAT A bEi.l6HrPU_) Subject To PAiwT MY MHric£ c BELove.b ano Tell Mt it is) GTHe. MftGlC TU&r IS IT AIOTC XMV HEART'S EA/SLAVER ?J T~ /Tt is my quetAi "A / it is mj-deeb c A vTy^MAGiC JugD jTRiSi is Toe; BeA/misH (•P0SIM6r As The "G6MiE' 0E_ (The Magic Tu? A/mtt he ' ~l MADE- UP ' SWELL * Doait Allow No fo-EMiosEs To SCARE. ME Mil. 3. beamish Bt 'THB.V IM BMEft So AlAAlY MAGIC TIMMV-JOHAIS AIO 'Sift. RESB. V TSLD ME IT WAS A MCE,') easy genteel harmless) occupation; Did at cwa, P HEH / DID A/T CHA —- 1 V' S«wi& s; ,,p an energetic and determined a fine show become dls- for a faint- agazines. I I could read emuneratlve start out a a tion and a*> ©f period I ilng an lm- He was tall and broad-shoulder- , wh ,le she was little and frail, and ■ s i,e sat down near the fireplace she felt that she loved him even more be- au(e of his strength. ' ynnette had no dowry and she knew „, at The elder Meran expected his son , u marry a girl with money. therefore, he had reached a When, these Pillare low to make ch a clever nd made by at Its value cents for e read, "an<Yl •ed calico, a vill command ■ysey Mayme her mother, s family for- ;r, and began of a bright | its leaves of field! with a center, Show- colors of na- mothers were leaving the her mother he quilt was i exhibited it with as happy of honey had yers, but her nee devised a J some a source | r family, said proudly, i to be a lugu- i filled with parting with d; when tor- lat the future lying one will all else. He 1th mirth and world with his ! filed with the nong you who j ibed and who quilt may hand. ms in session, i finger to the 1 all. we have thef of Russia, king over her one small hoy “what do we right, hesitated : rered, “Warts.'’ R Tt s visitor, “but I i to ask after I ti ^1 t, Cottolene istry; for costs no e t will position where he had others under him 3pom :nen JJ e US ed his authority like vengeance and the power of money had become his religion He was feared for his vio lent temper, and. as Annette knew that hp wag determined to get a rich daugh ter-in-law. she was awaiting the com ing of the morrow with anxiety. She Turned Pale. Th * bell rang. She ran out herself ; -o onen the door and turned a little paU. when she found herself face to far,- with the mother, Mrs. Meran. When they were alone in the room Mr? Meran was the first to speak: l know my son's feelings for you, my child. I also know that you are mor e than worthy of his love, and I should have liked nothing better than ’o have seen you as his wife. But what ,an we do when my husband is against it? Taul is quite crushed." Annette buried her face in her hands and the tears ran out between her slen der fingers. • Then my heart, my love, my cour age count for nothing, because I have no money. Because 1 am a poor girl Mr. Meran parts Paul and me. It is unjust, terribly unjust!" And Mrs. Meran repeated: • Yes, it is unjust," and because she found nothing else to say, she caressed Annette’s hair with her hand and was silent. "I know that it is hard to make a living." Annette went one, "and I know that Paul is not earning much money now, but I did not mind that; he would have got on better later, I would have shared his days, bad ones with the good, and later on we should feel we were so much closer because we had gone | through the struggle together. I would \ have been a good helpmate to' him. I am not selfish. Mrs. Meran." I know that, my' child, and T would have learned to love you like a mother, j Dno't cry, dear; you will be happy. j You deserve it. You. can get .a better ! husband than my Paul would have bee: ! to you. Perhaps if you had married J him the day would have come when y<-o would have regretted It." "Never, for I love him, and no matte’ whal sorrows and trials might have '■■•me to us. they would only have tied i me closer to him when we thought cf j began j ^ ITRATy; WHILE You AfcE AloT exactly Possessed' OF Ak) INTELLECTUAL. A/IIEAJ | WOULD U/BLL. LIRE TD Kn)OW, WHY yoo are WOULD You I6A/AT2ES PRETTY MICE Would 6NAT2'; I KB-NCOTs Keep From\ Vju Any SECRETS^ I AM CALLED \ ' Krazy; for. The same Reasons) As Mister Toms MecMamerua* calTS) sk/ajnv shaaje&s; sk/amiy; uuhkNc_ ^ He is A Tut Dovs, Aw Doiis^ MR. PcyAiw' Look iiR& A Sea-Foods -AJO ? Uiell^THkt's Uihv /M " KRAiv.' Ycaajt hand mb. AIO BULL LIKETIxatI Durless DauNthaai J Polly and Her Pals It’s Always That Way With Poor Pa Copyright, 1913, International New# Service. By Cliff Sterrett DM/<Tom IT l 1 Told MA To 'Throw This" ole Lid AWAY] L4£r Fall 1 ivt ijiewfi THE BLAMED TH/m6- ~TyJo 5t4^ow<: JLbeao/! I DOUT 5ee fioty/ Ver GowMA 6ir a raiu Coat THi$ mouth, Pony, yer Paw's gfe ih$l/pawCe (£■ Due “The 22^o !^ pat last VfeAC PAU AM A . <p akj 1 irt a Ciucu i Am 6oim<£ TUrouGH 'TMS Summer luce i did L4S'T» MH. Some ~ Clad RAGC! Au'IUeres DHUCia! ^i/t-ty THA' RdoR-Child 7 ^ Shoes’ 15" LiTER4i.LV balliu' off per. feeT ! 'To s4V KloTpwCr Of RuTh^ ty/EDDiNj6 PReSemt, W/HiCH'LL Lost ver paw a PPeT-TV PEMWV 7AKZ >T from Me ! r~ —-— 1 1 YrfiRweTrr the confiderre with which «ur life Oh. Mrs. Meran, it is cruel l to part us." I feel sorry for you. my dear child. 1 You fpea! Just as I thought thirty years ago." "Ard w’hen he thinks of that, don’t ! u Giink Mr. Meran will give in'. ' i “Give in! Mrs. Meran spoke these words as if,!. 1 not believe her own ears. SI.- u !><1 at Annette ar.d her eyes filled with tears. I'" y°u think dear," she said sad "■lat my hnsband ever ro nembr Us Boys Skinny Knows How to Treat a Girl fiegisTred United States Patent Office By Tom McNamara 6E8 ENIILT ! ASK. TER LIRE A Ffel^MD TO SEE IF TOO CAN'T GET THAT KID STEP SSTEIv. OF EAGLEBBAK'S >To let hin plat I60SH HANL IT SHRIMP IS TW;N' To lv ill- se days? Do you think he even t;iini ’em for a single moment? • T\ soon he got into the habit < sa ' n K. ‘I want this’ and ‘I want that an, l aft er a while I was only a shadow myself, while he seemed to grow 1 igg« r. and I trembled at him. My hus band: He very quickly forgof that I ha,] a heart, that I loved him. He took feelings for granted, as something tha was his by right. Yesterday he Sdi " ’^°t’ and Paul meekly gave in, us everybody else does to him! ■ ’aui: Paul, who is so firm and so •tern, and of whom I have always been a litle bit afraid, though I loved him?" Paul firm? Why, he Is meek, timid. ,lds always been weak and with- " ut an Y w dl of his own. I have known :ha ’ ever since he lay in his cradle.’ He was firm, and sometimes a little domineering toward me, an<i I feared he ' Vl bi make a <lreadful scene and part from you in anger.’ 1 ''Tv were botli silent for awhile. Then Mr* Meran said, as if to herself: Gnce. thirty years ago, my husband nit,, f a scene and treated me very un- He had left me sitting at home ^HOOKfcX FRO^ ms Ton) Bone EMIW AUJAV PROM M6* #1 bH£'S MT SWEETHEART- (ll LOOP To Auj i will mot she might ^ THINK l’M JEALOUS: HIM AND BING HIS MAP ALL FOR US, I0IU VA PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE' Justly. J • crushed and scared at his tein ; hi the evening he came back from r,t ffice all upset, with a face which ■ 15 lly recognized. He had been un ified by one of his superiors. 1 he had made a scene and had ' position, so I asked: ‘And what ’* sav?’ ‘Nothing; he is stronger thfl n me, isn’t he?’ he replied. Gauged His Courage. " Annette, that day 1 knew what ^ Ul '* courage he possessed, and I also ' vr,H ' v w hat a poor companion I had _ ° T ' t0 him. 1 had always submitted • fl, i because I was weaker, he had taken SKINNN 9HANE«7s 6O06L1 DEPARTMENT ai ol EASY DPAUJIH6 LES50ME A BOA Full oF nail% (TRY IT YAURYSlF) .'ll UUALK R16HT BY " EM ) WHISTLIN' LIKE A LARK AND L WON'T SPEAK TC> ^ OmiujiVL ter 60E5S WHEN A AUTO MOBILE A/NT- WHEN 1 IT TURNS turtle : l }Top'fen gigglin') IS. HER EUEM IP SHE BEGS / ME / H&JWl tfr-dxLU&, , 0 C LITTLE BELLE ROSENBERG ^ JDfclES PARK- U. S. A. WH't DO FRI ENDS AJEuER SHAKE HANDS, WITH 7HE/R LETT hands. HURRY OP AlJD TAKE YOUR TIME TO THINK THIS OUER.' ANSWER To-MORROW- I Things Worth Remembering his revenge on me when he had been »b,s, ,i by one stronger than himself. ; >en he tyrannized us it was because ^ knew he had nothing to fear from ^ And Paul, who loves you. An- would have tyrannized you. ( a • has no courage himself.” Annette listened no longer, a terrible „: n ' n K hlled her heart, the feeling that im<. come near giving all that was T in her to a man who would not ''ci i'i a man wno wouiu noi appreciated it and who would have 'ovfcL ber so little as to make her either (im V’ r a rehel - l.., \Trnc Meran continued talking of n “r youth: ‘ d not even protect me. me /■Hu not even dare to open my heart p n my <larkest hours." ^nnettf listens no more. She is cry- abd murmurs: M ITH can be done to train and beautify the eyebrows and lashes bj gently stroking them with a soft camel-hair eyebrow brush. There i.s nothing which so enhances the beauty of the face as fine eyebrows and long, curling, dark lashes. Clipping the lashes to make them grow longer and stronger was long' ago abandoned as worse than useless, and smart women of to-day will risk no such radical method. In stead. many of them use a perfectly harmless but very rare and delicate substance knofvn to chemists as mennallne. To greatly stimulate and also to darken the growth of the hairs in brow and lash, it may be applied at night with the Anger-Ups close to the hair roots. Rouge is always obvious, but powdered col. tan- dum" defies detection, and 1. harmless. quit© «ur •ourage; 1 was not afraid of yj l‘, dJ courage!" . "Tl Meran finished her thought, say- think tlM>v aro bravo becana^ u Five them, obey them. They - strong, though in real- \. o weak and we, who sub- ; * ho strong ones." Kor the first time during i's exist ence of nearly 2.000 years the town of Tripoli lias witnessed performance. Iho piece Cellar's opera "Eva.' ment was strongly represented among the audience. Out of the more than sixty million inhabitants of Germany, nineteen mil lion support themselves by agricul ture. A rav. onion eaten at night; is the best-known remedy for insomnia. Spectacles were thirteenth century. invented in the Value of Bluff. the theatrical given being The Arab ele- tj-. r.a'- artrv tear lhl3 provide ic ,,r sl'so.ooo.ooo. t>00."(HI on L., estimates for the expenditure .crease of over In a close encounter during American Civil War two soldiers, oije from each army, came face to face within short range. Each put up his gun and fired, as it subsequently appeared, his last cartridge. Both missed. The bulle, of one man buried itself in a tree, and the shot of the other passed through the coat of his enemy. Each man. knowing his ammunition was gone, supposed himself to be at a disadvantage. One of them made a great show of reloading his gun. and, stepping for ward, demanded a surrender. The other threw down his arms with a groan. “If I had another cartridge I would never surrender." he exclaimed. "That's all right, calmly remarked the captor, marching off his prisoner. “If 1 had another, you may be sure i shouldn't have asked you to sur render.'' CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES By T. W. HANSHAW. Copyright by Doubleday, I'age & Co. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “W HEN I had Dollop*’ report on that in my hand and saw that nine of those twelve jurors bore the names which you yourself had given me as being those of the men who Here murdered, and when I realized that Doctor Sin gleton's assistant was not only an Irishman, hut a young one, rather badly made up to look old. * * * Oh, well, even a blockhead must have begun to realize that he was on the right scent. Still, 1 was not sure. Ab solute certainty never came to ipe, Mr. Narkom, until I turned as I was entering this house and looked back at the traces of the green figures which had been chalked upon the doorstep. Then, of course, I positively knew! A? how”’’ He rmtled and turned to the Russian girl, .safe shel tered in Lady Jennifer’s arms- "Mad emoiselle," he sr,id. "you may retail that I said something about standing upon one's head to defeat certain classes of criminals. take that figuratively? If you stand on your head, you know, you must look at things upside down. And look ing at things upside down was exactly what I did when I viewed those chalk marks from the doorway instead of from the path. I knew the* game and I knew my man from that Instant. ‘Set the lie’s mark on every livin’ soul of them,’ the mother of Shawn’s boy had said to him; and ‘The Lie's Mark’ was there! Look at those fig ures wpi'id*- down. You will find that tley ^>ell L. 1. E., and that the wom an’s son obeyed her to the letter. I think that’s all, Mr. Narkom. so. If you arc* ready, we’ll say good night and go." The Riddle of the Round House. U PON what do grea Will you kindly PON what trivial circumstances great events sometimes hinge! Here was a case of more than common perplexity -more than the uvual riuota of mystery, craftiness and diabolical cunning— and yet. had not Dollops chosen to "top off" a hearty tea of shrimps, water cress and cucumber sand wiches with thiVe t ream pulls and a banana it would never have come (Meek's way nor found any place whatsoever in these chronicles. The result of this pleaeant little gastronomic experiment of Master Dollops scarcely needs to be recorded. It is sufficient to say that he had the time of his life^ that he kept Cleek busy for 24 hour- on a stretch wring- ing out flannels In hot water and dos ing him with homely remedies, and that when he ca ne through the «iege he was as limp as a wet newspaper and as feeble as a good many dry ones. "What you need to pull you to gether is a chance, you,reckless young anaconda—a week’s roughing it in the open country, by field and stream and as many miles as posslb e from w much as th»- odor of pastry cook’s shop," said <Me»>k. patting him gently upon the shoulder "A nice sort of an assistant’ you arc keeping a man out of his bed for 24 hours, with hi“ heart In his mouth and his hair on end, you young beggar. Now. now, ovv! None of your blubbing! Sit tig.it while I run down and cook some breakfast for you. After that I’ll phone through Some Smiles Worth While Pat and Mike were crossing the river on a ferryboat. They were watching intently a big dredging barge that was sending its mammoth scoops under the water and bringing up tons of mud. "Pat," says Mike, "wouldn’t yez loike to be a-workin’ over there on that mud- digger?" "Yis." say’s Pat, "but, begorra Ot’d hate to be one of the fellows under the wuter that's fillii.’ up thlm shov els." Why, you tery advertise: “Graves finely situated, surrounded by thti beauties of nature, commanding a fine view of the bay, and. in short, meeting every requirement of the human family. People who have (tried them cannot be persuaded to go elsewhere. ’ “That's a neat motto." said Briny Billins to a building society man who asks. “Why pay rent when you can own your own home?” "Yes," was the reply; “but I have Just had a tenant who revised it in a way that made me dislike it. He says: ‘Why pay for a home when you can owe the rent?’ “Wish to leave. Parkins? only came yesterday.’’ “Yeti, inarm. In engaging I thought ypu was a sparrargrass and champagne gentry. But when l ’ears from the cook last night that you eat pertaters, Flopson—l say, Johnny, which is the cabbages, carrots and suchlike second- way to the Theater Royal? hand vegetables, and drinks beer, I sees j Small Boy -How do yer know me? there isn’t nothing aesthetic in it, and I ; Flopson—I guessed it. resigns my office, so to speak." ! Small Boy—-Well, guess the way to I the Theater Royal! * i • -■ “I'll learn ye tae tie the kettle tae to the Yard and tell Mr. Narkom to I Thomas. the dog's tall,’’ Tommy's mother yelled in her wrath. It wasna oor dog," cried frightened have somebody look up a caravan that can be hired and we'lj be off for a week’s ‘gypsying’ in Devonshire, old chap." "Naw, it wasna oor dog," shrieked the enraged mother, was our kettle!" almost | "but it I To Be Continued To-morrow. I The managers of a Brooklyn ceme- ii it ■ Peck—You will never get the dog to mind you, my dear. Mrs. Peck—I shall, with patience. You were just as troublesome yourself at first Hadsum- What side do you gener ally take when your wife gets into an argument with somebody else? Wiseacre outside It’s safer.