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i THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY, APRIL 25, 1913. \ 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 Copyright, 1013, International New* Service. rr NDH MV ! WHAT A DELi6HrFUL) Subject To PAiMT mv TViwct Beloved ; aw& tell aie. it is 1 CTHt "MAWC 1UG," IS IT A/0T< Nmv heart's enslaver. - 2 T > si > Till'S is Toe beamish \ [•P0SIAJ6- as The "GEwiE' OE, (the MA61C To&: A/ajt He.) (MADE-UP SWELL * — V-—- ‘t Doait Allow Ajo g-bmiusev 'To Scare me ai*. 3. beamish be they /m ever So /Uaaiv MAGIC 3IMMV-30HAIS" -t AIO SIR. 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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.” v "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