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' is Velva Syrup Is more than a mere sweet. It’s a fine, wholesome, health ful food. It’s ]ust what growing children need — and it’s good for grown-ups, too. Earnest, careful scientists have long ago exploded the mossy idea that sweets are harmful — and they tell you that sweets are necessary. You’ll find necessary. the syrup with the RED LABEL, fine. It has the smoothest of sugary flavor and rich color. It makes candies, fudge, cakes and cookies that fust melt In one’s mouth. It goes great with griddle cakes and It will make your good muffins, waffles and biscuits better. Try It and see if this Isn’t so. Ten cents and up, according to size. Velva in the green can, too, at your grocer’s. Send for the book of Velva recipes. No charge. 3-4 capful Red Velva Syrup. 2 cupfule scalded milk, / tablespoonful flour. 1-4 cupful sugar, 1 egg, pinch of salt, 2 quarto cream, 1 capful chopped English walnut meats, l teaspoonful almond extract, 1 traspoonful rose extract. Beat up the egg with the flour and sugar, and gradually add the milk. Cook for 20 minutes in a double boiler, stirring con stantly. Cool and add the syrup, salt, nuts, cream and the extracts, and freeMO. Serve in dainty dishes with a preserved cherry on top of each. PENICK & FORD, Ltd New Orleans, La. Advice to the Lovelorn A Popular Song Copyright, IMS, International New# Serrlca. BY NELL BRINKLEY By BXATRIOE FAIRFAX. FOR HER 8AKE, DO. T") EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am twenty, and deeply In love with a irtrl of eighteen. She told me she loved me, and I love her, too, but some way I doubt her love. The other eve ning she attended a dance with a friend of mine after I asked her not to go. e. 8. B. Tour attitude Is one of fault finding, and I not sure that the giving of your love to a woman means her happiness. She says she loves you. Be grate ful for that much and don’t attempt to control her as If she were a child. If you can not be that generous, It will be a kindness to her to transfer your affections. DON’T GO TO EXTREMES. FT EAR MISS FAIRFAX: ~~ I am a girl 20 years old. A few young men would like to keep steady company with me but I always refuse because I do not seem to care for them much. Do you think I should accept Just the same? I am so lonesome be- oause I am always home, while the ether girls have a good time. LONESOME. Unless these men are objection able to you, you must accept an occasional Invitation, for It may he the means of meeting the man you will some day love. Don’t get Into the habit of Isolation and coneequent lonesomeness. It will grow on you. FORGET YOURSELF. T~) EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am a young man of twenty and have been keeping company with a young lady for the pas’ six months. I love this young lady very much and would be thankful for your advice on how to win her. R. M. Forget yourself in an effort to make her happy. Be considerate, agreeable, persistent; let her know you love her and are willing to devote your life to her. Household Suggestions Moths can be kept away from furs or clothes by putting a piece of linen damped In turpentine in drawers or wardrobes. This should be renewed once or twice during the year. Moths /will never attack carpets and curtains which have been well sprinkled with salt A small box of brlckduet with a cork In it kept at the side of the sink will be found most useful for taking etalns from knives, cups and all kinds of china and enamel ware. If at hand at washing-up time It saves many an ,after cleaning. A good cleaning paste for enameled baths, zinc pails, etc., is made of equal parts of shaved yellow soap, whiting and common soda, dissolved over the fire In the least possible amount of water required to keep It from burn ing. To hang pictures on a plastered wall try dipping the nail into cold water before driving it into the wall. It will bite Into the plaster If this Is done, and will hold a heavy weight without loos'ening. Silencing the Philosopher. “Yes," remarked the philosopher; "deafness is indeed a terrible afflic tion. But in such cases nature, you know, always provides some compen sation. At any rate, if a man Is deficient in one sense, he usually has another abnormally developed. Now, I once knew a poor blind fellow whose sense of touch was positively uncan ny. Really, it served him almost as well as eyes do a normal man.” “Sure,” said the genial Irishman, who hitherto had taken no part in the discussion, “an’ I’ve noticed that, too! There’s a friend of mine, he’s lame, poor chap, but he can get about almost as easily as you or I. True, one of his legs is short, but the other makes up for It by being three inches longer!” SUMMER FARES. Lake, Mountain and Sea shore Resorts. Daily on and after May 16 the Cen tral of Georgia Railway will have on sale at Its principal ticket offices round trip tickets at reduced fares to summer resorts in the North, South, East and West, and to New York, Boston, Baltimore and Philadel phia via Savannah and steamships. For total fares, conditions, train serv ice, etc., ASK NEAREST TICKET AGENT > CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RAILWAY, or write to W. H. Fogg, District Pas senger Agent, Atlanta, Ga. Adv. Nell Brinkley Says- T 'HEY call it “I LOVE YOU.” The Kings of Babylon and the slaves by the river sang it with equal fervor. In faeryland they know it. Adam brought it home to Eve and sang it tirelessly. On the plaintive “uku lele” of soft-aired Hawaii they have played it since the isles were born. Steel and iron clad men of the rough days of chivalry caroled it to the maids they met from the broad backs of their dray horses. Cleopatra whined it in her honey-sweet voice to dull-witted Antony. In the backwoods of Tennessee they know it. In the gray, melancholy uplands of wild Thibet rongh-haired youths whisper it to bead-strung slant eyed girls. In the hidden corner of the music room, screened in spikes of fruit blossoms, a smart young chap hums it to a girl who never twisted up her own hair in her life, and out in the country, in an orchard, on the top rail of a gray old worm fence, a boy in a blue “jumper” chants it to a girl in a pink sunbonnet shading her sun-browned cheeks. Oh, it’s a popular song—everybody knows it and everybody always did know it WITHIN THE LAW A Powerful Story of Adventure, Infringe and Love Copyright, 1913, by the H. K. Fly Com pany. The play “Within the Law’’ is copyrighted by Mr. Veiller and this novellzation of it is published by his permission. The American Play Com pany is the sole proprietor of the ex clusive rights of the representation and performance of “Within the Law” In all languages. By MARVIN DANA from the Play by BAYARD VEILLER. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “I guess we can find a way to have the marriage annulled, or whatever they do to marriages that don’t take.” The brutal assurance of the man in thus referring to things that were sacred moved Dick to wrath. ‘Don’t you interfere,” he said. His words were spoken softly but teng|£ly. Nevertheless, Burke held to the topic, but an indefinable change in his manner LOW SUMMER RATES CHICAGO . . $30 CINCINNATI . . $19.50 LOUISVILLE $18 INDIANAPOLIS $22.80 KNOXVILLE $7.90 CORRESPONDING RATES TO MANY OTHER POINTS Tickets on Sale Daily-Good Returning October 31 -gr- Best Sa vice to North and Northwest Lv. Atlanta 7:12 A. M. and 5:10 P. M. Daily Through Sleeping and Dining Cars CITY TICKET OFFICE 4 rendered it less offensive to the young man. “Interfere! Huh!" he ejaculated, grin ning broadly. “Why, that’s what I’m paid to do. Listen to me, son. The minute you begin mixing up with crooks, you ain’t in a position to give orders to any one. The crooks have got no rights in the eyes of the police. Just remember that.” He Was Not Listening. The Inspector spoke the simple truth as he knew it from years of experience. The theory of the law Is that a presump tion of innocence exists until the ac cused is proven guilty. But the police are out of sympathy with such finical methods. With them, the crook is pre sumed guilty at the outset of whatever may be charged against him. If need be, there will be proof a-plenty against him—of the sort that the underworld knows to its sorrow. But Dick was not listening His thoughts were again wholly with the woman he loved, who, as the Inspector declared, had fled from him. “Where’s she gone in Chicago?’’ Burke answered in his usual gruff fashion, but with a note of kindliness ! that was not without its effect on Dick. | “I’m no mind reader,” he said. “But ! she’s a swell little girl, all right. I’ve j got to hand It to her for that. So, she’ll probably stop at the Blackstone—that Is. until the Chicago police are tipped off that she is in town.” Of a sudden, the face of the young man took on a totally different expres sion. Where before had been anger, now | was a vivid eagerness. He went close I to the Inspector, and spoke with intense seriousness. “Burke,” he said, pleadingly, “give me a chance. I’ll leave for Chicago in j the morning. Give me twenty-four hours’ ! start before you begin hounding her.” J The Inspector regarded the speaker j searchingiy. His heavy face was drawn j in an expression of apparent doubt. Ab- PEACHTREE STREET SEND FOR CATALOG. You’re missing a world of fun if you don’t take snap-shots. We will take pleasure in sending you ! catalog of kodaks and Brownie cameras and our new finishing price list. A. K. Hawkes Co., Ko dak. Dept., 14 Whitehall. ruptly, then, he smiled acquiescence. “Seems reasonable,” he admitted. But the father strode to his son. “No, rto, Dick,’’ he cried. “You shall not go. You shall not go.” Burke, however, shook his head In re monstrance against Gilder’s plea. His huge voice came booming, weightily im pressive “Why not?” he questioned. “It’s a fair gamble. And, besides. I like the boy’s nerve.” Dick seized on the admission eagerly. "And you’ll agree?” he cried. "Yes, I’ll agree,’’ the Inspector an swered. “Thank you,” Dick said quietly. But the father was not content. On the contrary, he went toward the two hurriedly, with a gesture of reproval. “You shall not go, Dick,” he declared, impetuously. The Inspector shot a word of warning to Gilder in an aside that Dick could not hear. “Keep still,” he replied. “It’s all right.” Dick went on speaking with a seri ousness suited to the magnitude of his interests. “You give me your word, Inspector,” he said, “that you won’t notify the po lice in Chicago until I’ve been there twenty-four hours?” “I Don’t Like It.” “You're on,” Burke replied genially. “They won’t get a whisper out of me until the time is up.” He swung about to face the father, and there was a com plete change in his manner. “Now, then, Mr. Gilder,” he said briskly, “I want to talk to you about another little mat ter ” Dick caught the suggestion, and in terrupted quickly. “Then I’ll go.” He smiled rather wanly at his father. “You know. Dad, I’m sorry, but I’ve got to do what I think is the right thing.” Burke helped to save the situation from the growing tenseness. “Sure,” he cried heartily; “sure you have! That’s the best any of us can do.” He watched keenly as the young man went out of the room. It was not until the door closed after Dick that he spoke. Then he dropped to a seat on the couch, and proceeded to make his confidence to the magnate. “He'll go to Chicago in the morning, you think, don’t you?” “Certainly/’ Gilder answered. “But I don’t like it." Burke slapped his leg with an enthu siasm that might have broken a weaker member. “Best thing that could have hap pened!” he vociferated. And then, as Gilder regarded him in astonishment, he added, chuckling: “You see, he won’t find her there.” “Why do you think that?’’ Gilder de manded, greatly puzzled. Burke permitted himself the luxury of laughing appreciatively a moment more before making his explanation. Then he said quietly; To be Continued To-morrow. A wonderful magazine given FREE with every copy of the next Sunday American. Some Revenge. Farmer (to horse dealer)—No, I don’t bear ye no malice; I only hope that when you're chased by a pack of ravening wolves you’ll be drivin* that horse you sold me. Little Bobbie’s Pa By WILLIAM F. KIRK. T HARE was two ladles up to the house last nlte. Both of them haa daughters wlch Is Jest go ing to git married & that maiks them feel kind of love sick them- eelfn. I guess, heekaus that Is all that thay did all the time thay waa to the house, talk about love. Pa dident like It a bit, beekaus both of the ladies was oalder than he Is, & I have often herd Pa say that wlmmen shud talk about other toplcks than love wen thay git mlddel aged, toplcks like church work or how much life Insurance thare husbands Is going to leave them when thay die. One of the ladies was nainied Missus Raymond tb the other was Missus Belcher. Missus Raymond sed to Pa: “Don’t Cry,” Said Ma. I was jest telling your wife beefoar you calm in the room how sweet & Innocent A- gurllsh my llttel daughter looked to-day wen she was looking oaver sum prltty material for her trousseo. The deer llttel cherup seemed so charming and confused and bewll-derlngly pretty that I al most envied the man that is going to talk her away from me, sed Missus Raymond. Then she beegan to cry. I doant think I wud cry if I was you, deerest, Ma sed to her. Do calm yurself & talk cumfurt In thinking about the prltty hoam that her hus band Is going to maik for her. Maybe you will be thare a grate deel of the time. Won't that be nice & cumfurtable? Ma sed to her. It will be pretty tuff corn beef for her husband, sed Pa, the yung lady's husband, I meen. Wife, sed Pa, I suppoas you reemember the time yure loving mother calm here all the way from Wisconsin & started rite In trying to be the managing editor of our llttel hoam. Of course, you ree member It, sed Pa. Will you ewer ferglt, sed Pa, the look of patned surprise that calm Into her eyes wen I explained to her, as gently as I cud, that she dldent have anything In the world to say about the man agement of my domestlck affaire? If my memory dosent fall me. Pa «ed, & 1 ilo not think It does, ahe atayed only three days lnsted of all summer. You acted like a perfect cave man all the time she was here, I remem ber that, sed Ma. No wonder my ooo* mother seldum menshuns you In hw letters. But as I was saying about my daughter and Missus Raymond, I oud- dent help thinking as,I sat there A saw her, a dainty bud with youth’! fresh bloom on her cheeks, that no man In this wurld was good enuff to he the husband of so divine a cree- chur. Of course the man she is go ing to marry Is a splendid yung man * Is the vice president of a big bank. But eeven if he were the president of the united Stalts, sed Missus Ray mond, he wuddent be good enuff for my daughter. No man Is good enuff for a woman. Looks for Gray Hairs. They are good enuff for a woman around cay day, sed Pa. I have al ways notlsed that when It gtts naer the first of the month my wife beeglns looking in my head for gray hairs & calling me her deer o.d boy. & tho morning of pay day, Pa sed, ahe al ways follows me to the door anil kisses me aggenn and aggenn, with the luv lite shining In her eyes, A says Be sure A come rite hoam after you git yuru pay to-day, won’t you. darling. I newer do any such thing ,sed Ma, & I ugree with Missus Raymond that her daughter or H-.y sweet, good gurl Is too good for a man. Oh. my daugh*er, sed Missus Ray mond, can’t let her go, I Jest can’t. A my daughter, too. sed Missus Bel cher, It seems as If sum monster of the sea was coming ncerer at r.eerer to drag my daughter from her moth er’s arms. Then they both beegan to cry & Pa sneeked out of the room * went In the library ware the aide board Is. The Bashful Boy By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. “W: HAT I would like to ask,” writes Rebecca, "is why it better for a girl to asso ciate with a bashful boy. On several occasions I have noticed that you state that a girl should honor such a young man, but you have never stated why.” The qualities In a bashful, boy which make him a welcome suitor are more of a negative nature than of a posi tive. It is not that which he does, so much as that which he does riot do. His sins are of omission and they* are small compared with the sins of com mission of his bolder brother. The bashful boy doesn’t flirt. With a tongue that halts and stammers, and a tell-tale color that is quicker than the blush of a young girl to proclaim his dishonesty did he attempt to be dishonest, he is not an adept at hypocrisy or concealment. He is not a dandy. Neither Is he a lady's man, and, my dear Rebecca, the presidents of hanks and railroads, the powers in commercial life, the most profound thinkers and the men of letters the world honors, were never ladies’ men. His Hands. He does not know what to do with his hands when out in society, but his employer will tell you he knows good use for them when at work. Afraid of girls he is forced to seek companionship in books and boys. The fear of girls gives him a respect for them which is wholesome; the com panionship of boys gives him the out door exercise every young man needs. He needs this tiring of every muscle, not alone for the results that are phys ical, but for moral returns. You are not too young, my dear, to know that the wolf that has been racing furiously up and down hill all day feels at night only the cry of tired limbs and aching muscles begging for rest. He is not the wolf that goes seeking an opening to break into the sheepfold! If a bashful boy loves a girl It la with a sense of humility and his own unworthiness. He knows that he is the one who will be honored If his love is returned; his bolder brother haa a faint suspicion, which the homage of silly girls confirms, that it is the girl who should be on her kneea. A Safe Way. During his calf days he does all his sighing for love's sake at a distance, which mothers will agree is the only safe and sane way for young girls to be loved. He is always a good listener—no woman was ever bored to death by the talking of a bashful man. Saying little, he says little for which he or others have cause for regret. He is a safe depository for secrets, a good man in whom to have confidence. If he Is not a girl’s lover the next best thing that could happen her would be to have him for a brother or a friend. His compliments are not practiced, and are therefore sincere. When it takes effort and stupendous courage to hand a modest little flower to a girl, it follows that he will never throw bou quets at the head of every woman he meets. Best of all, Rebecca, the bashful boy is a home boy. He is unafraid when with his mother and finds in her com panionship the delight less bashful boys seek from home. He is “a good boy” in the sweet old- fashioned sense, a boy who has escaped contamination a few years later than it comes to boys more bold. Women appreciate the New Blend of Coffee and Roasted Cereals for its mon ey saving value as well as for its delic- ious flavor and drinking quality. Order a small can from your grocer for trial. Cheek-Neal Coffee Co., Nashville, Houston, Jacksonville.