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I THE ATLANTA < i h< >K< I I AN AND NEWS. KKIDAV. MAY 2. 19W. Poilv and Her Pals ••[.vrtfht, 191JI. Interim By Cliff Sterrett I «j4MT IfciS TffoMBcWF^ Playin' Beau of h ?ouS'£ ‘Throu/d OUT, IJ , r . . 7 Um' i 5cw*r *EP Voo A [;/' D 7 I BECAUSE. THEY AELL : iO >Y ! ME VlDURE THE ORIGINAL TcgGH "—'|6ruV • 1 f M 7 X * 1 / / s * pHALL l BOUNCE Th6[ J C*w GtewYrtV or DcT Vcu wawt hjm MOSSED up —-—y A Bi t ? ~I \ I AlfJT T P/.eTicuLAi7 LoNCt AS VDohT BuSt NO FURNITURE 1 . — - )\ m mi TH47 T i_. yC'f' \ ^ V why, That'^ his HA'Tl You FboR. t/iMP, l Go"T A MMItV “To Support ! f / 7/r -tr OMEy TvtfO, Us Boys i4 Reputation Carries One a Long Way, but— TUgiatertd I'nit*! State** Patent (Office By Tom McNamara *)iuikin$ iM hAliin’ hard luck, with ths Team this ysar- jimminy crickets, CA&LESEAPv SPROOER. 606S AND Quits AMO GOllY, i CAN'T GET NO ONE TO TAKE . HIS PLACE." HE6 THE BEST TWIRUER im TcuiN- see ^ sot he s cot a , StUEUEO MEAD! <josh, i wish i could lick, him,- , I'D SOCK BRING. 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V AROUND GENERAL '.WPERIORITVl vcu PEMI TASSY CFO \UIEAK TEA ) 1 J ’ Ah sir mv unijRAtefuT) WIPE CLAIMS The <; 3 \ first uolden Ec^i tffe V OUR sOO-jF HERE 1 T. will lay Do INDaEP'T-.-. ^ CLAIM IT Gift)) ( Ah hah 'X y-41 1 7c Aff* ffa .Tat, t. o. /You Are I CLAIMING- ! Too Much V op HIM .-TL-LsSF- ^ - . . <£SA fHpuu luac. (he-' HARTh A1ADE- IGNATS Yet, how ?N by u C0kteects1_ DAy WORK’S (V CANT go Moaes-N A \ columw "Further, c You InAgACOaie- Bringing Up Father ropyiight. 11 o. International News Service By George McManus ALBERT - take j THt*> VA^E AND I j PC'T IT IN NT I HUEjFAND'B ROON- v I V/ANT TO CIVE HIM A EuRPRibf -J i S5,*i ' (/ L VHATS that" OH' I bEE! I LICHt OR DARK Sir ; ■^i VSVTVWVh M 7 e ■\ oh: mre.dott- I VANT TOO TO SEE THE FINE PAZ.AZA VA*JE I EOULHT FOR HUSliANO’S room : ~— OW'D LOVE TO “see it; U i w/t ' yM > i!: 1 “•i/1/illllH horrors: IT'S A L LtTTUE flat but I’LL DRINK HOW THEY ELOPED Today’s Complete Short Story. H IS nama was Kemaledln, arul he was rich and noble. Every morn ing n«* went to the Bazaar, whefi- he sold costly rugs and curtains. But on his way he stopped to worship at the Sulleman Mosque. Since the death of his wife, Nefisse, who was sleeping peacefully under a cypress tree at Scutari, he was a wid ower; but he still possessed a costly , treasure at his house, a pearl among i pearls - his daughter, Nadje. Those who | had caught a glimpse of her said that there was not a girl like her in Eyoub or Stamboul. J Kemaledln adored his daughter and fulfilled all her wjshes, but it goes without saying that he guarded her most carefully. In his magnificent house j near the Adrianoplo Gate he passed | his happiest hours together with her. Nadje’s laugh was like the chirping of swallows. One morning old Kemaledln took Nadje abroad, and as they turned the | corner of the street they caught sight of the blue expanse of the Marmora Sea. far below them. ^ "Do you see the islands?" Kemaledln asked. "You may remove your veil: | there is nobody here to see you." i Nadje dropped her yasmak, and looked at tho sea with her face uncovered. : The sea breezes played with her hair and put color into her cheeks and her I eyes beamed. She stood three steps o-nm him. and Kemaledln thought he had never seen her look so beautiful. He thought her f > to be the wife of a Murad qt a Sulinmn, and then sud denly, while they were enjoying the lovely view in silence, somebody passed close to Nadje and looked at her with a sensuous light in his dark eyes. i “He sthrod at you,” said the father angrily; "who was he?” "Oh, phrase do not be angry, sir! " cried Nadje. She pretended she had never seen him before, but she remembered very well having seen this 'dark face sev eral times before when she had visited tho Bazaar, "Where has ho seen you? He smiled at you. Who is he? Answer me:" ex claimed her father. She swore she did not know this man’s name. Hut lying was difficult to her. She knew very well that his name was Djemal, arid that he was a mer chant dealing in silks and perfumes from Bagdad and Syria. Indeed, she had, seen him many times, before and was to see him again, fur on thu k very evening he came to her where she walked alone in her garden and made violent love. He wanted to carry her'off and marry her and dress her like the wife of an emir or a khan of Persia, and he said he would buy her a palace ut Candill. (.n the Bosphorus, and that they would sail 1 vgether on the beautiful sea every night In a swift caique. And his voice was so tender and the evening so beau tiful that she consented. I "Ask my father to-morrow," she said. Then she ran away. The next day at the twelfth hour I Djemal went to the rich Kemaledin s 1 place inside the Brand Bazaar. He lushed aside the yellow silk curtains I imi entered with the expression of a seftah who enters the temple of the rphet. When Kemaledin saw him he sud denly recognized him. and his face grew red with fury. In thundering voice | he reared: "Are you not the scoundrel who stared at us the other day?” "Yes. sir, and because i have laid eyes on your daughter 1 now ask her | in marriage.V He said this with his face turned to- wards Mecca, as if calling Allah to wh ir-css. But Kemuledin’s fury increased j and his eyes shot fire. "My Nadje tho wile o' a son of a dog—my Nadje!" Ho roared so loud that the people came running from all parts of the I Bazaar to learn about the impudence of J young Djemal. They had no love for him. Chefket. Chaine, Muktar and Hussein, who were outside, had fought >.ith him and been beaten. They raised heir voices in horror at his audacity. Then Djemal spat on the ground in ront of Kemaledin, and with his fists ! he made a path for himself through the crowd. Out of the Bazaar he ran ail the way to Edirne-Kappu, where K< - maledin^fi house was. He told the serv ants that he was the friend <>f the rich Kemaledin and had come to see his daughter. Nadje came out. "Your father is willing.” he whisper ed". But he did not take her to the Bazaar, and when she wanted to turn ; in that direction he caught hold of her ! '.and and talked to her so tenderly and so swiftly that she grew all confused. \11 she remembered was that they went down to the sea at Stamboul and that ere was a crowd. He hid her. They passed the day inking ooifee in a house in a corner of the little street Oufun-Tcharchi. One dark night they went on board a boat, and sailed down the silvery stream. She was trembling with fear. He sang to her until she fell asleep. Years passed, Djemal had become the richest merchant in Asia Minor. Nadje had beautiful pearls, a hundred gowns and many Albanians to wait upon her. Then fate /turned against them. Nadje was taken* down with a strange fever The Turkish doctors^ did not know what was ailing her. She s.eemed to waste away, while Djemal had made a fortune only to lose everything. His sales dwindled down to almost nothing and people said he Would soon be selling still less. Allah has perhaps written in his book that some day Djemal will have to sit and beg at the entrance of the mosque to support his wife. SOME JOKES. "Is he what you would cal! a first- class newspaper man?” "I should say so. When the ‘end of the world’ scare was at its height h« had two editorials written—-one to pub lish if it did come off, and the other if it didn't." Blink (the wholesaler)—Well, how many orders did you get yesterday? Gink (the salesman)—I got two order* in one shop. Blink—What were they? Gink—One was to get out and th# ! other was to stay out.