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iw mk .lusaon 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 ft’s “Goo Bi” for the Genie Herriman 7 while. Vbu AfeE Mtfr exactly Possesse 1 OF Au INTELLECTUAL. ^IB\) I WOULD lV*LL- LIKE Ta KXlOu^ UMy Yx; AP6 CALLS D if WOULD You/ I6NAT2BS ^PRETry AMCE^ WOULD You ■* GNAT2'', I Kemmots Keep From \cu Aniy secrets^ i am. called ' KRA2y; for, The same Reasons'! As /Mister Toms Mbc AW me i* ft a'calls') SK/Awy shaaiepis; SK/AMiy;- wmsa/c ^ He is A Per Boys^ And Dobs^ mr. Ply/ww- Look Pkb. A sea-foods ~A)o ? 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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