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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY. APRIL 25.1915.
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STRENGTH
IN
WEAKNESS
The Dingbat Family
It’s “Goo Bi” for the Genie
Copyright. 1913, International New* Sarric*.
By Herriman
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To-day s Complete Short Story
P AUL. MERAN said to Annette:
"To-morrow 1 will speak to my
father—-I will tell him that I love
you and that you are willing to share
my life. I will speak to him—I will
convince him, and about 6 o’clock to
morrow night I will come and tell you
what he says. I love you, Annette, ana
>ou may trust me."
Standing at the window, Annette saw’
him crossing the street w’ith the firm
stop of an energetic and determined
man He was tall and broad-shoulder
ed, while she was little and frail, und
as she sat down n*ar the fireplace she
felt that she loved him even more be
cause of his strength.
Annette had no dowry and she knew
that the cider Moran expected his son
to marry a girl with money.
When, therefore, he had reached a
position where he had others under him
he used his authority like vengeance
and the power of money had become
his religion. He was feared for his vio
lent temper, and, aa Annette knew that
he was determined to get a rich daugh
ter-in-law. she was awaiting ihe com-
tng of the morrow with anxiety.
She Turned Pale.
The bell rang. She ran out herself
to open the door and turned a little
pale when she found herself face to
face with the mother, Mrs. Meran.
When they were alone In the room
Mrs Meran was the first to speak:
•'1 know’ my son’s feelings for you,
my child. I also know’ that you are
more than worthy of his love, and I
should have liked nothing better than
to have seen you as his wife. But w’hat
can w’e do w'hen my husband Is against
it? Paul is quite crushed "
Annette buried her face In her hands,
ftnd 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 I am a poor girl
Mr Meran' parts I*aul and me. It is
unjust, terribly unjust!”
And Mrs. Merab repeated:
“Yea, 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 w’ould
have got on better later. I would have
■hared his days, had ones with the good,
ano later on we should feel we w’ere so
much closer because we had gone
through the struggle together. 1 would
have been a good helpmate to him. 1
am not selfish, Mrs. Meran.”
"I know that, my child, and I would
have learned to love you like a mother
Dno’t cry, dear; you will he happy
You deserve it. You can get a better
husband than my Paul would have been
to you. Perhaps If you had married
him the day would have come when you
would have regretted It.’’
"Never, for I love him. and no matter
what sorrows and trials might have
come to^us. they would only have tied
me closer to him when we thought of
*. the confidence with which we began
J our life Oh. Mrs. M#ran, it is cruel
t to part us.”
\ . ”1 feel sorry for you, my dear child
Tou speak Just as I thought thirty
jrears ago."
"And when he thinks of that, donT I
you think Mr. Meran will give in?” j
"Give in!
Mrs Meran spoke these words as if
She did not believe her own ears. She
looked at Annette and her eyes filled
with tears.
“Do you think dear,” she said, sad
ly, "that my hnsband ever remembers
those days? Do you think he even thinks
of them for a single moment?
"Very soon he got Into the habit of
Baying. ‘I want this’ and ’I want that.'
and after a while 1 was only a shadow
of myself, while he seemed to grow
bigger, and 1 trembled at him. My hus
band! He very quickly forgot that 1
bad a heart, that I loved him. He took
my feelings for granted; as something
that was his by right. Yesterday he
said ‘No,’ and Paul meekly gave in, as
everybody else does to him!”
, "Paul! Paul, who Is so firm and so
•tern, and of whom I have always been
Just a litle bit afraid, though 1 loved
him?"
"Paul firm? Why, he Is meek, timid.
He has always been weak and with
out any will of his own. I have known
that ever since he lay in his cradle."
“He w f as firm, and sometimes a little
domineering toward me, and 1 feared he
•would make a dreadful scene and part
.from you in anger."
Yhey w r ere both silent for awhile. Then
‘ Mrs Meran said, as if to herself:
»L "Qnce. thirty years ago, my husband
made a scene and treated me very un
justly. He had left me sitting at home
quite crushed and scured at his tem
per. In the evening he came back from
{he office all upset, with a face which
I hardly recognized. He had been un
justly called by one of his superiors. I
thought he had made a scene and had
.lost his position, so I asked: ‘And what
did you say?’ ‘Nothing; he is stronger
» than me, isn’t he?’ he replied.
Ganged His Courage.
"Oh, Annette, that day 1 knew what
vfcind of courage he possessed, and 1 also
knew what a poor companion I had
been to him. I had always submitted
Mind, because I was weaker, he had taken
Yds revenge on me when he had been
‘;»buscd by one stronger than himself.
"W'hen he tyrannized us it was because
ihe kr.tw be had nothing to fear from
*lis. And Paul, who loves you, An-
Aiette, would have tyrannized you,
Yhough he has no courage himself.”
% Annette listened no longer, a terrible
■fueling filled her heart, the feeling that
f «he had come near giving all that was
’best In her to a man who would not
have appreciated it and who would have
/loved Wer so little as to make her either
a slave or a rebel.
Old Mme. Meran continued talking of
!jH her youth:
"He did not even protect me, me
who did not even dare to open my heart
to him in my darkest hours ”
i Annette listens no more. She is cr> -
fng softly and murmurs
"1 had courage; 1 was not afraid of
life; 1 had courage!”
*• -Mrs Meran finished her thought, say
ing:
“They think they are brave because
who Jove them, obey .hem. rr.cy
luagme they are strong, though in real
ly'' they are the weak and we, who sub-
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Polly and Her Pals
It’s Always That Way With Poor Pa
Copyright, 1913, Ia&*r;i*tion*l Now* Service.
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M il’ll can be done to train ami
beautify the eyebrows and
lashes by gently stroking
them with a soft camel-hair eyebrow
brush. There Is 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 smurt women of to-dav
will risk no such radical method. In
stead. many of them use a perfectly
harmless but verv rare and delicate
substance known to chemists as
mennalinr To greatly stimulate and
also to darken the growth of the
hairs in brow and lash, it may be
applied at night with the finger-tips
close to the hteJr roots Rouge is
always obvious, but powdered collian-
dum defies detection, and is quite
harmless.
For the first time during Ds exist
ence of nearly 2.000 years the town
of Tripoli has witnessed a theatrical
I>erformance. the piece given t»eing
l^ehar s opera "Eva.” The Arab ele
ment was strongly represented among
the audience.
Tli*d ihijMbrT a-rtny !**® t, ' r '^
year 1913 provide for an expenditure
I of $250,000,000. an increase of over
$25.000.n00^on th# year
Out of the more than sixty million
inhabitants of Germany, nineteen mil
lion support themselves by agricul
ture.
A raw onion eaten at night is the
best-known remedy for insomnia.
Spectacles were invented in the
thirteenth century.
Some Smiles Worth While
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INST A LLMENT.
“W
Value of Bluff.
In a close encounter during the
American Civil War two soldiers, one
from each army, came face to face
within short range.
Each put up his gun and fired, as
it subsequently appeared, his last
cartridge ®oth misused. The bullo.
of one man buried itself in a tree,
and the shot of the other passed
through the coat of nis enemy. Each
man. knowing his ammunition was
gone, supposed himseif to he at a
disadvantage.
One of them marie a great show of
reloading his gun, and, stepping for
ward. demanded a surrender. The
other threw down his arms with a
groa n
*lf I had another cartridge I would
never surrender.’ - he exclaimed.
“That’s all right, calmly remarked
the raptor, marching off his prisoner.
If 1 had another, you may he sure
I shouldn’t have asked you to sur
render ”
HEN 1 had Dollops’ 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 w’ho were murdered,
and when I realized that Doctor Sin
gleton’s assistant was not only an
Irishman, but 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, I was not sure. Ab
solute certainty never came to me,
Mr. Narkom. until 1 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. 1 positively
knew! As* how?”—He smiled and
turned to the Russian girl, safe shel
tered in Lady Jennifer’s arms—“Mad
emoiselle.’’ he said, "you may recall
that I said something about standing
upon one’s head to defeat certain
classes of criminals Will you kindly
.JL
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
w’hat I did whei\ 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 Lies
Mark’ was there! Look at those fig
ures upside down. You will find that
t fey ^>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 are ready, we’ll say good night
and go”
The Riddle of the Round House.
U PON what trivial circumstances
do great events sometimes
hinge! Here was a case of
more than common perplexity—more
than the usual quota of mystery,
craftiness and diabolical cunning—
and yet. had not Dollops chosen to
“top off" a hearty tea of shrimps,
water tTess and cucumber sand
wiches with three cream puffs and a
banana it would nev^r have come
deck’s way nor found any place
whatsoever in these chronicles.
The result of this pleasant 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 hours on a stretch wring
ing out flannels in hot water and dos
ing him with homely remedies, and
that when he came through the diege
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 w'eek’s roughing itvin the
open country, by field and stream ami
as many miles as possible from w
much as the odor of a pastry cook’s
s»hop,’’ said Cleek, patting him gently
upon the shoulder. "A nice sort of an
assistant’ you are—keeping a man out
of his bed for 24 hours, with hie heart
in his mouth and his hair on end. you
young beggar. Now. now. now! None
of your blubbing! Sit tight while I
run down and cook some breakfast
for you. After that I’ll phone through
to the Yard and tell Mr. Narkom to
have somebody look up a caravan tha4
ran l)e hired and weM] be off for a
week’s ‘gypsying’ in Devonshire, ok*’
chap.” ■
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Pat and Mike were crossing the river
-on a ferryboat. They were watching
intently a big dredging barge that w r as
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," says Pat, “but, begorra Oi’d
hate to be one of the fellows under
the water that’s fillin’ up thim shov
els."
"Wish to leave. Parkins? Why, you
only came yesterday.”
"Yes. marm. In engaging I thought
you was a sparrargrass and champagne
gentry. But when 1 ’ears from the
cook last night that you eat pertaters,
cabbages, carrots and suchlike second
hand vegetables, and drinks beer, I sees
there isn't nothing aesthetic in it. and I
resigns my office, so to speak.”
"I'll learn ye tae tie the kettle tae
the dog's tail.” Tommy's mother yelled
in her wrath.
“It wasna oor dog." cried frightened
Thomas.
“Xaw. it wasna. oor dog.” almost
ahfieked the enraged mother, "but it
war our kettle!”
The managers of a Brooklyn ceme
tery advertise: "Graves finely situate
surrounded by the beauties of natur-
commanding a fine view’ of the hay.
in short, meeting every retirement
the human family. People who hay
tried them cannot be persuaded t-> ?
elsewhere.”
“That’s a neat motto," said Brin'
Billing to a building society man
asks, "Why pay rent when yoJ car
d\vn your own home?"
“Yes.” was the reply; "but I ^ a ' (
just had a tenant who revised it in y
way that made me dislike it. He sa >-
‘Why pay for a home when you can owe
the rent?’
FI op son—I say, Johnny, which is
way to the Theater Royal? ^
Small Boy—How do yer know me.
Flopson—I guessed it.
Small Boy—Well, guess the way
the Theater Royal!
Feck—You will never get the dog
mind you, my dear.
Mrs. Peck—I shall, with pat'? 1 -”.
You were just as troublesome your^
at first
Hadsum—What side do •' 0,1 . r ^
ally take when your wife gets IB
argument with somebody else
Wireaere—Outside. It’s safe--