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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY, APRIL 25, 1912.
STRENGTH
IN
WEAKNESS
To-day’s Complete Short Story
P AUL MERAN said to Annette:
“To-morrow I will speak to my
father—I will tell him that I love
you and that you are willing to share
my life. 1 will ai>eak to him—1 will
convince him, and about 6 o’clock to
morrow night I will come and tell you
what he says. I love you. Annette, and
you may trust me.”
Standing at the window. Annette saw
him crossing the street with the Ann
step of an energetic and determined
man. He was tall and broad-shoulder
ed, while she was little and frail, and
as she srft down near the fireplace she
felt that she loved him even more be
cause of his strength.
Annette had no down' and she knew
that the elder 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
bis religion. He was feared for his vio
lent temper, and, as Annette knew that
he was determined to get a rich daugh
ter-in-law. she was awaiting the cotn-
Vng of the morrow with anxiety.
She Turned Pale.
The bell rang. She ran out herself
to open the door and turned a little
pelo when she found her?*elf face to
far*' with the mother, Mrs. Moran.
TVhen they wore alone In the room
Mrs Meran was the first to speak:
#, l 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. what
can we do when my husband is against
It? Paul 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 1 have
no money. Because I am a poor girl
Mr Meran parts Paul and me. It is
unjust, terribly unjust!”
And Mrs. Moran repeated:
"Yen, it Is unjust." and because she
founii nothing else to say, she caressed
Annette’s hair with her hand and was
silent.
“I know that it is hard to make
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, had ones with the good,
and later on we should feel we were 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 T would
have learned to love you like a mother.
Dno’t cry. dear; you will ho 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
fne closer to him when we thought of
j the confidence with which we began
our life Oh, Mrs Meran, it is cruel
to part us."
"I feel sorry for you. my dear child.
You sp*ak Just as I thought thirty
years ago.”
“And when he thinks of that, don’t
you think Mr. Meran will give in?”
“Give in!
Mrs. Meran spoke these words as if
eho did not believe her own cars. Slu
looked at Annette and her eyes filled
with tears.
“Do you think dear,” she said, sad
Jy, “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 j
saying. *1 want this’ and ‘I want that,
and after a while I was only a shadow
of myself, while he Be€>med to grow
bigger, ami I trembled at him. My hus
band! He very quickly forgot that 1
had 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
stern, and of whom I have always been
Just a litle bit afraid, though 1 loved
him?”
. fPaul firm? Why, he is meek, timid.
H© has always been weak and with
out any will of his own. I have known
. that ever since he lay in his cradle.”
"He was firm, and sometimes a little
donuneening toward me, and 1 feared he
;wouhl make a dreadful scene and part
from you in anger.”
They were both silent for awhile. Then
Mrs Meran said, as if to herself:
“Once, thirty years ago. my husband
made a scene and treated ine very un
justly. He had left me sitting at home
4u!te crushed and scared at his tem
per. In the evening he came back from
.the office all upset, with a face which
T 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 I knew what
.♦kind of courage he possessed, and I also
knew what a poor companion I had
hean to him. 1 had always submitted
and, because I was weaker, he had taken
hi« revenge on me wdien he had been
Aliased b> one stronger than himself.
When he tyrannized us it was because
;he knew he had nothing to fear from
H> Afid Paul, who loves you, An-
xette. would have tyrannized you.
though he has no courage himself.”
Annette listened no longer, a terrible
feeling filled her heart, the feeling that
Ah« had come near giving all that was
best in her to a man who would not
have appreciated it and who would have
“’loved her so little as to make her either
a slave or a rebel. ,
Old Mme. Meran continued talking of
her youth:
“He did not even protect me. me
■who did not even dare to open my heart
to him in my darkest hours.”
Annette listens no more. She is cry
ing softly and murmurs:
f had courage; I was not afraid of
life. 1 had courage!"
* Mrs. Meran finished her thought, say
ing
* /.They think they are brave because
we, who Jove them, obey ; rt em. --~r,ey
4ni*gme triey are strong, though in real
ity- they are the weak and we, w r ho sub
net. aro the strong ones ”
The Dingbat Family
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Things Worth Remembering
M UCH can be done to train and
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 us
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 known to chemists as
mennaline. 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 hair roots. Rouge is
always obvious, but powdered collian-
dum defies detection, and is quite
harmless.
For the first time during it,s exist
ence of nearly 2.000 years the town
of Tripoli has witnessed a theatrical
performance, the piece given being
Lehar’s opera “Eva.” The Arab ele
ment was strongly represented among
the audience.
TL'lie Rmwip. 11 a.rtr*»' esilmnioQ <«vr the
year 1913 provide for an expenditure
of $250,000,000, an increase of over
$25,000,000 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.
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
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. Both missed. The bullet
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 1 would
never surrender.” he exclaimed.
"That’s all right, calmly remarked
th* captor, marching off his prisoner.
If 1 had another, you may be sure
I shouldn’t have asked you to sur
render ”
“W
HEN I 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 beim.
those of the men who were murdered,
and when I realized that Doctor Sin
gleton’s assistant was not only an
Irishman, but a youn^ 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. Xarkom, 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! 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 1 said something about standing
upon one's head to defeat certain
classes of criminals. Will you kindly
take that figuratively? If you stand
on your head, you know, you must
look at things upside down. And look
ing at thinfts 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! I.ook at those fig
ures upside down. You will find that
tle> i'ell L. 1. E.. and that the wom
an's son obeyed her to the letter. I
think that’s all, Mr. Xarkom. so, if
you are ready, we’ll say good night
and go.”
The Riddle of the Round House.
L t PON what trivial circumstances
do great events sometimes
hinge! Here was a case of
more than common perplexity—more
than the usmal quota 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 three cream puffs and a
banana it would never have come
Cleek’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 hour« on a stretch wring
ing out flannels in hot water and dos
ing him with homely remedies, and
that w-hen he came through the eiege
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 possible from mo
much as the odor of a pastry cook’s
shop," 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 f
run down and cook some breakfast
for you. After that I’ll phone through
to the Yard and tell Mr. Xarkom to
have somebody look up a caravan that
can be hired and we’ll be off for a
week’s ’gypsying’ in Devonshire, old
chap.”
To Bo Continued To-morrow.
Some Smiles Worth While
Pat amt 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,” 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 T thought
you was a sparrargrass and champagne
gentry. But when I '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.
“Naw, it wasna oor dog.” almost
shrieked the enraged mother, "but it
was our kettle!”
The managers of a Brooklyn cemo-
tery advertise: “Graves firely situate- 1 '
surrounded toy the bedutlt I
commanding a fine view of the l ;
in short, meeting every reiuirement 1
the human family. People who
tried them cannot be persuaded " ]
elsewhere."
“That’s a neat motto,” said
Billins to a building society man I
asks, “Why pay rent when yea “
own your own hom«e” J
“Yes.” was the reply: ‘but I
just had a tenant who re- ised It 1
way that made me dislike ' He ; J
’Why pay for a home when you can 'j
the rent?’ ”
Flopson—I say. Johnny, which is tM |
way to the Theater Royal? ,
Small Boy—How do yer know me.
Flopson—I guessed it.
Small Boy—Well, guess the wa.
the Theater Royal!
Peck—You will never gc the dog j
mind you, my dear. . r J
Mrs. Peck—I shall, wl .l 1’*'’, j
You were just as troublesome
at first
Hadsum—What side do V"' * en '*
ally take when your wife gets
argument with somebody el»e
Wiseacre—Outside. It’s