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THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. SATURDAY, MA Y17. 101 By Herriman Dingbat Family A Bachelor’s Diary The Old Man's Sentiments Were Cordially Received Copyright. 1913, International News Service Sweet F^ie/vDs, t- Tf/WD friends - . Do A)or Hand Voaj' Lowot mongouWL any Roush %turr. Fok ajo Doubt mj , his 5/mwe heart, beats The very / JiEAJT/MEAJTs I HAVE- OUST ^— J s V. £XPBESSfet> J r \ Just WANNA YfeLL Vey AOUjYhAT L ~ The Time A/a)t FAR off when hie. will All S live. Like. Am/ABleI BRdThbPF.; The Rk i sharing uath The Pvcr.' The GtkcmoT helP/aig The /nfif/vt;. debts \ JWIU BE UAJKAJCINAJ U)E SHALL PAY WHAT WE DtUfeJ, LlKfeT" HCWBtT /HE/V .j=^±-hT l/MV FfciENDB 'VE BEEN ASKED^'l By MAX. /Missy D/M&MT' TALK BIG / hoajest talk he PAy me OWE DOLLA, SITTY FI CENT" WOT HE OWE ME Fo ( Tlee week WAshee Dea . WE ALL BE am BLUDDA V To-GEDBA - Hoo-LAy - A PRIIj 2.—I once imagined, in‘£he cock-sure, self-satisfied man ner ofmiy sex,’t’nat I knew all about woman. 1 thought It was like looking into a str**ikni so limpid that nothing was hidden anything as vague as a shadowy but I know now that it is more 11,ke’ gazing into* a’ mirror which throves foaek one’s>v,vvn reflection and reveals nothing of" hr self. Kor these many years I J "h^veifycn gazing into the mirror* Sally Sp^nfcer hold before me and'thought l / .sb w the soul of'the woman. I reality,, to day that I saw only my own jpfdn* Ions of her. 1 have learned much through her sorrows: 1, who had known her close ly and intimately for many years and did not know she had a grief! It has given me many an hour of painful reflection. Somehow I seam to see* a dreary procession of wom en. each bearing on her shoulders a burden that grows heavier and heav ier as infirmities approach and the charms of youth vanish. And that burden is man's love' We give it as if it were endowing a most precious jewel. “It will serve as a magic,” we tell her, “to keep away loneliness and re gret and pain and sorrow. Only ac cept it and wear If, and you will lead a charmed life.” Young and Gay. She is young and gay and thought less when we torment her to accept our love. She doesn’t know that the precious jewel is only a worthless bauble. She hasn’t learned from the experience of her older sisters that the woman who accepts this love of man finds it no magic in banishing loneliness and regret and pain and sorrow, but rather a lodestone that attracts them. "Tt is fight, fight, fight all the tirpe: a fight to retain my personal charms; a fight to keep him interested; a fight to forget myself in satisfying every longing he may have, physical, mental or spiritual; a fight to give him just so much of myself, he will never know satiety and will always want more; a fight to keep him from the clutches of that Other Woman, always standing like a threatening phantom in the background, and then when I have his love, what do P pos sess? Something about as tasting .is a soap bubble and never worth the- price! ” That was'theory of Sallv Spencer and it seems to “tpe to be the cry^ of all the wives dragging in weary pro cession before my mental vision. Th‘-y are all fighting so hard to keep the; love some man once urged them to. accept, and we, who eh mild be the- ones to fight to keep the love of wom an, are cruel in’the knowledge that* • having onee won her love .30 easi’c and thoughtlessly we hav6 won it* for life. I have seen a great deal of Sally) since the morning a week ago when; she dropped the mirror she had al-, ways held before her and let me see. into the depths of her soul. She) seems to find a greater joy ih the*' presence of the children, something* deeper than joy. in fact, a comfort, aV promise, a forgetfulness. * “I always wanted a baby,” she said/ wistfully one day, “hut Jack didn’t.” • On another occasion she remarked;- that every wife made a great mistake in thinking that the love a man had for her would be the greater if there, were no children to share , it. “It* grows tees.'” with a sigh, “and 1 wish I could tell this to all young wives.” She says little about Jack’s wan derings into forbidden paths, but I gather from chance remarks that they had not been numerous, but have been serious while they lasted. “Every man.” bending her head' over a rent in a doll dress which she was repairing, "stations his wife at a fixed post and wanders away, knowing he will find her there with arms outstretched to welcome him whenever it suits him to return. If- she reproaches if she chides, if she weeps, he will only wander off again, and remain longer. She must smile, with her arms outstretched, grateful that he returns to her; ignoring for the sake of her happiness^ and the security of her home the fact that he comes back with another woman’s kisses still warm on hi- lips.” She Knew Max. She saic} it, as if thinking aioud. And I, as one who also though aloud, replied: “Yet, knowing this, you once almost made a r*atch between Mar garet Hill and me. I can’t imagine she would stand on a fixed post with her arms outstretched in forgiveness. She is good; so good she is removed, above every understanding of temp tation; so good she could never for-' give.”" "But you would not wander iwajv Max. I know you better than you know yourself.” “I am not a better man than Jack Spencer.” “No,” thoughtfully, “in manywa.vs you are not as good. But you are nearly 50, and you have spent a life time in following your impulses. You have found it doesn’t satisfy. When you sit alone dnd* think of the past. It is with regret and humiliation for what you have done. When Jack Spencer is in meditative mood, he is regretting w r hat he didn’t do.’’ “But why ” I began. “Because I married him when he was very young and have taken care that he had no opportunities. The wild oats crop he might have sow c/d is always a pleasing retrospect to a man who has been kept good in spite of himself.” “Here,” holding up a diminutive garment of muslin and lace, "is the party dress of the Princess Aline, just as good as new.” Manette climbed to her lap to as sist in robing the Princess Aline, and the brown-eyed pup barked so fierce ly for the place occupied by Her Royal Highness on Manette’s lap, and made such frantic efforts to get there, that I lifted him up, and then stood back, laughing at the picture they made. It was not till we were escorting Mrs. Spencer home an hour later that I found chance to ask the question 1 had been asking myself over and over again: Knowing Jack's weakness, why do you invite the widow to your house?” It was not till we had reached the steps, and she had given good-bv kisses to her little lostesse^ and rdl their dolls, and had shaken hands with the brown-eyed pup and the kit tens. that she replied: “When a mother is so prompt in saving her child from the fire that it is never burned, it never learns not to play with fire. I intend to let Jack Spencer get so badly burned this time that he will never go near the flames again." ' And I had always thought, in the caeksure. self-satisfied manner of my sex, that I knew all about woman! Tlee CMteiiX.. Fo /Mie-sy Dingbat 1H00- LAV .'!!| HEAE My, kat butl * You're KrazV SUBE / | KNou> a ama/c/L. \ WHAT l^> KfcOOKEb ' LIKeJ V every Th/nc*, And Vetj- V )bH#rz HE is CT \ STRAIGHT" LIKE A) OH, HOUJ strange/ \H0IN VTRANGE.c \houo Strange IP a maaj A'Nr STRAIGHT‘ HE \S ^ A 'KROOKS'C (AiNT HE • IGNAT2 By Hershfield Even in the Great National Game Desmond Can’t Play Fair Dauntless Durham of the Copyright, 1913, International News Service A'WAK MISTAH TWO STRIKES on THIS BUNK H&io ITS FONKlV 1 AM SURE ! HEA iTWE BAT HIT /THE BALL/, FAST OMe, BUT YU- HIT THE BALL. RI^HT OM THE KiOSE : THREE MEN ON BASES AM TWO OUT. MY HIT WILL WIN ctAme \AND KATRINA I CAN HIT 1 \THE VILLAIN O-JPESMOND DURHAM.YOU CAN HIT HIS . cufcve: . cesmomd [63 (you should worry!Durham 62 DURHAM HE will NEs/ER MAKE A HOME RUM OFF M6. I'LL HOLD THE BALL CLOSE. I HAVE A PLAN iMUNYVESS/THE VILLAIN DESMOMO MUST WIN THREE ) Out of five AMES BEFORE j \ t BELONG to yZ- V_ H|M HE is OS!W«, A SfHY BALL / NOW TO WIN THE SERIES AH® [ KATRINA ATR-INA,' THR£E STRIKES. TOURC [OUT'J , f TPts SPitcr XT'} WILL Fan) / \bURHAM AK/O RETIRE THe T -S»t>E 1 By Cliff Sterrett Just a Slight Mistake on the Collector’s Part Coporright. 1913, International News Service IGutSS Youre /a/ WRoyiO, Bo' /THE IN$T4(MfwTs MW/ PAID CASH Ftp THAT PMUf-Y TtU j Years r AGO! i WE H4TeS TDo TH/s, Lady But YOuSfe Shoulda ktPT up VfR INSTALMENTS/] mva WE'VE C,4ME ~lb l4icd TUB. PM HO AWAY[ Go Set who's Af The door , pa ! i TutS here PCRKlM'i IF ART r BupV Should ASK You 1 . PEOPLE SOURE AFfep) LjEE HAVE FLEW 'THE J WHIZ ' 1 Coop! wep'e r/, aint -Tflt , PlEMU t '■ -THIS' TEKMUT'T/j . D UNN s EAW THERE, Bill , YJHAT'g THA ' Joke? WIGHT HurSe! By Tom McNamara You Can’t Fool That Kid Step-Sister of Eaglebeak’s R«fh»tered United States Patent Office HERE CODES' EAGLEBEAK S KID StEP SISTER. Ill BET SHE S COOK- IM' FOR. HIM. WEll 6Y 60U.Y SHE iUOM'r Fmo HM THAT'S A CINCH - i Doped our jmjipfb. \a scheme To • Fool her., \ believe T * J \ AE • W/ELL J'S \j£R.Y UERY STRANGE MY STEP BROTHER. HASNT BEEN TV H IS" TON BONE "LESSON RA TUio PAYS AND I CANT FIND HHD ANY PLACE AND PA Told MA TO TEH-/ ME TO TELL HIM - T WHfLPJS THAf B'.6 SFEP BROWER OF DJINE ? FOOD POR FAMS cooked P Tft AND " " n W SERVED Am 1 AIN'T SOT H/M. DIDN'T CHA WEAR THAT I TANNED HIM OFFER ODR TEAM ? - W€VE SOT A NEUJ GUY NOD, HES A LEFT HANDER* SER LIKE THAT ? | CAN'T »ir> Too Krtoo) all me Time that that /masked GUY UlAS EAGcreSAK* - ' DlO^- HO, HO, HO, HA,' - THE 6>anTs losTed tesTer day ■ (Sol oit: sTaNoinl OF THE- CLOBS UY. L. P. C KINKIER 8 I -8B< GiAwT'j J Y .s-s SOUlWCb *■ Y - .SSi ol6a^> i e - .iii THAT THERE'<5 THE SINK WHAT TAKEO YOUR. STEP BROTHERS JOB , DO THAT SATISFY YOU? r—— V SKINNY SHANER'S 6006LY DEPARTMENT SHANER'S dIa^iTng NO " ?0 'Q s£ l) LESSONS MAJi lO , GnBufVi tt mA~ oc£h HEX UJEUE 60NNA HAVE STRAU3B6RRY SHORT CAKE jjpgys POR SUFFER Avwww To- night '. dom r WEAKEN IE BUFFALO ON THE NSW NICKEL stand for-‘-cause we CANT SlT DOUJN - AW 6AVJANI HenoA. em ktA-to-d/iifr FROM VAX'-YONKERS L) SA. ! WHEN IS A SOLDIER AJOT A SOLDIER. ? °Y> M -