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r< hi th ♦d ins tha alx no ___ li«t R» the J THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY. APRIL 25.1915. & ' ' 1 ■ “ STRENGTH IN WEAKNESS The Dingbat Family It’s “Goo Bi” for the Genie Copyright. 1913, International New* Sarric*. By Herriman H [ ?'• v 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- • r - ’•'.up ■ ’ , H(JH MV IVHAT A DELI6MTFUL) subject To PAitfr mv TBfticfc Beloved ano tell mb. IT is 1 IrhE -WN.IC lUU ' IS IT AH>V< WMV heart's ea/slaver * T /It is /MY QUEB/V'~h ' Ir Is MlfiEED cr' AGic Ju&b V AA/D (Till'S i? Toe. beaaiish ) Y05/NG A^The GENIE OP i The. Magic due A/at h£) v -\MA&E. UP SWELL * ^ I Dcajt Allow Ajo Gbniosev-' To Scare aie Mk. 3. bea/vush be. they /A) Ever So Mmv YTOlD me IT WAG A /VICE EAsY genteel harmless occupation) Did ajy cwa. 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OlWSTllNO’ LIKE A LAR'<- CALMOWJ EAST DRAUJIN6 LESSOfJE S. i. BOX FULL OF NAILS (.TR'f ITYCUR5ELF3 &nAl0£/L ter (H)2cUsiAWpj GOBss 0)HEM A AUTO MOBILE A/NT- WHEN 1 \T TORUS TURTLE l (sToP'/ER. 6166LiU’) IS. Hmc tfr-dcujc , FR.O<W LiTTLE BELLE R0f)ENBER6 JOkiES PARK- L). S, A. WHY DO FRIEND6 AJEUER SAAKE HAODS j WITH ThElR. LEFT HANDS-! HURRY IMP AOD TAKE TOUR mTiE TO TWNK THIS OUER. 1 I Answer To-MotRow- 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--