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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY, APRIL 25, 1913.
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STRENGTH
IN
WEAKNESS
To-day s Complete Short Story
P AUL. MORAN 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 chare
nty life. I will speak to him—I will
convince him, and about 6 o'clock to
morrow night 1 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 firm
step of an energetic and determined
man He was tall and broad-shoulder
#>&, while ahe was little and frail, and 1
as she sat 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
ho used his authority like vengeance
and the power of money had become
Ills 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 com-
irng of the morrow with anxiety.
She Turned Pale.
The bell rang. Sh<^ ran out herself
to open the door and turned a little
palo w'hen 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:
*‘I know' my son's feeling* 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 w-e 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
tage count for nothing, because I have
no money Because T am a poor girl
Mr Meran parts Paul and me. It is
unjust, terribly unjust!”
, And Mrs. Meran repeated: *
* “Yes, it is unjust,” ami because she
foundi nothing else to say. she caressed
Annette’s hair with her hand and w-as
ailent.
“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 tljat; 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. 1
am not selfish, Mrs. Meran.”
“I know that, my child, and I w'ould
have learned to love you like a mother.
Dno't cry, dear; you will he happS’.
You deserve It. You can get a better
husbsind than my Paul would have been
to you. Perhaps if you bad married
him the day w’ould 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
fine closer to him when we thought of
| 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 speak Just as I thought thirty
gears 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
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 J
saying. ‘I want this' and ‘I want that,' »
And after a while I was only a shadow I
of myself, while he seemed to grow |
bigger, and I trembled at him. My hus
band! He very quickly forgot that I
bad a heart, that I loved him He took
my feelings for granted, as something
that was hiR 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, be 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 was firm, and sometimes a little
domineering toward me, and 1 feared he
would make a dreadful scene and part
from you in anger.”
! They were hath silent for awhile. Then
Mrs Meran said, as if to herself:
. ’'Office, thirty years ago, my husband
made a scene and treated me very un
justly. He had left me sitting at home
Quite crushed and scared at his tem
per. In the evening he came back from
jjlhe office all upset, with a face tfhich
•3 hardly recognized. He had been un
justly called by one of his superiors. 1
thought he had made a scene and had
lost his position, so I asked: ‘And what
* did you say'.’' ‘Nothing: lie is stronger
t than me, isn’t he?’ he replied.
Ganged His Courage.
'*Oh, Annette, that day I knew what
$*kind of oourage he possessed, and 1 also
knew what a poor companion I had
been to him. 1 had always submitted
mnd, because I was weaker, he had taken
bis'^evenge on me when he had been
•btJSi d by one stronger than himself.
;-When he tyrannized us it was because
‘*ip kr.tw ha had nothing to fear from
jUs. And Paul, who loves you, An-
Wtte, would have tyrannized you,
(though he has no courage himself.”
" Annette listened no longer, a terrible
feeling filled her heart, the feeling that
she had come near giving all that was
beat 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 Mine 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:
“I had courage; 1 was not afraid of
life. I had courage!”
Mrs. Meran finished her thought, say
ing:
- “They think they are brave because
we,, who love them, obey . rt era. \mey
They are strong, though in leal-
iv : They are the weak and w’e, who sub-
arp the strong ones "
The Dingbat Family
■It’s “Goo Bi” for the Genie
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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 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 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 collinn-
diim defies detection, and us quite
harmless.
For the first time during its exist
ence of nearly 2.000 years the town
of Tripoli has witnessed a theatrical
performance, the piece given being
L#ehar's opera “Eva.” The Arab ele
ment was strongly represented among
the audience.
Thll RuP nla ' 1 arm*- wjtlmatao th*
year 1813 provide for an expenditure
of $250,000,000, an increase of over
$25,000,000 on the 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.
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 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 1 had another cartridge 1 would
never surrender.” he exclaimed.
“That's all right, calmly remarked
the captor, marching off his prisoner.
“If I had another, you may bo sure
1 shouldn’t have asked you to sur
render “
CLEEK OF THE FORTY FACES
By T. W. HANSHAW.
Copyright by Doubleday, Page & Co.
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
11 T T T HEN I had Dollops' report
\I\l 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 ivere murdered,
and when 1 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. ever, 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 me.
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! As how*?”—He smiled and
turned to the Ruslan 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 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 th.em,’ the mother of Shawn’s boy
had said to him: and—’The Lie’s
Mark’ was there! Look at those fig
ures upside down. ■ You will find that
t ley *.ell L. L 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, well 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 th**n 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 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 siege
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 so
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 boufs. with his 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 that
can be hired and we’ll be off for a
week’s ‘gypsying’ in Devonshire, old
chap.”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
Some Smiles Worth While
Pat and Mike were crossing the river
on a fern.’boat. 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 fellow's under
the w’ater 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 w’hen 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.”
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"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.
“Nav.. it wasna- oor dog." almost
shrieked the enraged mother, “but it
was our kettle!”
tery advertise: “Graves fir ely situate*
surrounded by the beauti* s of nn •
commanding a fine view of the b* 1 > ,
in short, meeting every re iuirenien. ■
the human family. People win*
tried them cannot be persuade*!
elsewhere.”
“That's a neat motto.” said Brin)
Billins to A building socle y man ^
asks, “Why pay rent when a
own your own home’*’”
“Yes.” was the reply: 'but 1
just had a tenant who revised it J
way that made me dislike : He S» I
‘Why pay for a home when you can o j
the rent?’ ”
Hopson—I say, Johnny, which is tM *
way to the Theater Royal? .
Small Boy—How do yer !tnow me
Flopson—I guessed ft. (
Small Boy—Well, guess the way
the Theater Royal!
Peck—You will never ge '-ha ^
mind you, my dear. .
Mrs. Peck—I shall, with ,
You were Just as troublesome JO
at first
Pad-nm— Wiial Side <lc : ,,
ally take when your wife £ e,s ‘ J
argument with somebody e-se
Wiseacre—Outside. It’s eaf*r