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iffingmHniiiimi “Another Line; That’s How I’ve Stopped the Leak I VE come to believe that you can’t expect people to buy if they can t get you by a mighty comfortable route. When they call and find your telephone “busy” they’ll naturally go somewhere else. Is YOUR telephone door sufficiently wide? An Auxiliary line will allow you to send or receive messages when your present line is in use, and will prevent that “busy” report which so nettles the trade and causes the loss of many a business opportunity. The additional cost is trifling. Call the Business Office about it to-day. Southern Bell Telephone rS and Telegraph Company A Bachelor’s Diary By MAX. He and Manette See the Suffragette Again, but Neither of Them Notices Her. J ITUY 3.—It occurred to me, when Manette and I were tramping home that evening, after the militant auffragette had tried to hold me up, that there was a warning In the incident I look like a tramp, as she said. and Ma nette. in spite of her clothes, looks like a princess. What it is I can not define, hut one of her sex can never disguise the fact that she was born to purple and fine linen. She may outlive every natural grace and may be reduced to rags, but there is always an indefinable something that tells of better things in the past. I looked at Manette critically as she trudged ahead of me in the footpath, and this is what 1 saw: A little hare I head with a shock of curls Just reaching to her shoulder, for w<* had had her hair cut short before we left town, and the j growth was all new and untamed. She wore a blue gingham with half the buttons off the back. There were , rents in it. and through one rent 1 j caught a glimpse of an exquisitely 1 trimmed petticoat, for Richards had re fused to let her darling wear the coarse muslin garments that were best fitted for the occasion. She wore half hose, with tan shoes from which her toes pro truded, and her little fat legs were scratched by briars and brambles. But one could tell by a glimpse that she was not an ordinary child, and I wondered if it was because of the proud little way in which she carried her head, j or because of her total unconsciousness of self. "A born aristocrat,’’ I mur mured. Her Beauty. She looked up at me in laughter at some prank of the pup, and I was struck more forcibly than ever with her most unusual beauty. It wasn't altogether her hair and her eyes, her perfect fea tures and her exquisite coloring; there was a look of her soul shining through, and that is as near as I can express it. If you could see her. Diary, you would understand why I never look at the child without some apprehension. With her beauty and her money, sometimes I wonder if there are enough guardian an gels in heaven lo keep all the evil- hearted away. The children that die young belong to us always. Nothing, and no one, may ever estrange them from us. They are ours forever, and that. alas. Is some thing no one can say of the child that lives to grow up. There is comfort in the thought, and It is not the only comfort, for we learn as we grow older that the child that is gone is spared much, and is SAKE. I know life would be dreary and almost Impossible without Manette. but every day 1 grow more reconciled to the loss of Elizabeth. She was happy all her life. The little girl trudging along In the path ahead of me Is happy now. hut I will not always be with her. I suppose it was this constant ap prehension that led me to call Mrs. Al len to the porch after supper and tell her that I am not the poor clerk she Imagines, resting from overwork, but one of the detested millionaire class, resting from excessive luxury. I told her my name and she laughed. She isad she had guessed It the second day. No one, she said, could look at Manette and think for a moment that she had been brought up in denial. She could not explain it. except that the child was always so unconscious of her clothes. “She rises above them," she said, and It made me very proud. I have always had the theory—1 won der how it will evolve—that if Manette Is accustomed to the best as a child, she will never strut like a peacock when she Is grown She will always be un conscious of her price marks. To the Manner Born. She will never build conversation on the price of her gown, nor uttempt to erect pride nnd station on the cost of a hat. She will never, and of that I am sure, remember that her clothes cost more than the clothes of her associates and show it in her manner. I said some thing to this effect to Mrs. Allen, and her reply gave me a new viewpoint. “She won't remember what things cost," she said, somewhat dryly, “be- eause she has never had to earn the price The girl who stints herself in necessities for a month that she may afford a 120 gown will never forget to the day of her death what the gown cost. Tnconsclousness of clothes Is a good trait, but Manette's unconscious ness will be largely due. to Ignorance. When one pays the price, one remem bers.” I did not seem to make her quite un derstand what I meant, and neither did I understand her. I wanted. I explained, for the child to grow up with a soul above ribbons. “And yet,” she replied, “whoever has charge of her wardrobe takes care that she has more ribbons than any child her age should have." I agreed to that with a sigh When a little girl is transformed by her years into a peacock, Instead of a thinking, helpful woman, it Is her mother who is to blame, never her father. Manette has no mother, but her nurse and her Aunt 8allle make her attire the joy of their existence I, who take the place of a father to her. would prefer that she never hear the subject ot her dress, hut those who take the place of her mother make her attire the first consideration. That, Diary, is a fond weakness of all moth ers. 1 gave Mrs. Allen Mrs. Kpenoer’s ad dress and also that of Richards. “It lias occurred to me.” I said, “that if any thing happened to me, either address will be useful to you.” She found considerable amusement in the thought of what an exodus to the woods there would be of young women if it were known that such a wealthy un attached bachelor were spending his summer thore. “They would chase you harder,” she said, "-than the pup chases the rabbits.” ML By CharlesV/GodJarcl anA The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. SERIALIZED By J. W. McCONAUGHY (Copyright, 1913, by Star Co.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “What's that?’’ he muttered, in an undertone. “There it Is again.” He blew out the lantern and stepped to the entrance of the corridor that led to the armory. “8h—h—! Listen! There’s a light, Rusty. It’s coming this way! It’s com ing. Rusty! Remember the high sign— and don’t sneeze!” He sprang back into the hall and CAUGHT AT LAST She Sympathizes. Keep Young Aa Lo < As Y oti Ca n **-EEP your hatr youthful toektn Don’t let It grow old be*fore yov years. Faded or gray hair makes woman look from tO to 20 year* oleic than if the hair wore beautiful lustrous. Robinnaire Hair Dyf 1» a wonderful sctectl/5,- formula. f ts a color restorer. Nat a : dye to bleach or change the ortglrr color of the hair, hut a restorer whir* brings back to the hair Its origin* color and beautiful sheen and soft ness. For a quarter of a century ii has been used by women and met practically all over the world, and w. have hundreds of unsolicited letter, proving Its met*t It does not sta’t the seafy nor naahe the hair sticky ami Us use vfcj* MU be detected. 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She came riding to our picnic spot again to-day, and this time she rode alone. Manette and I were sitting on a log j fishing At least I was fishing. She j had her shoes and stockings off, her lit tle skirts tucked up. and was paddling around at the water’s edge, digging up soft black mud, which she carried to the shore and made into mud pies, a big log serving her as kneading hoard, or mixing board. I don’t really know if pies are mixed or kneaded. The suffragette tied her horse to a sapling and came to where we were thus occupied. I did not turn my head, and Marette, obeying whispered instruc tions from me, went on with her culi nary w r ork wMthout heeding her. Up-to-Date Jokes Meg (five years old, was overjoyed over the recent addition to the family and rushed out of the house to tell the news to a passing neighbor. “Oh, you don’t know what we’ve got in our house to-day?” “What is it?” "It’s a new baby brother!” “You don’t say so. Is he going to stay?” “I think so”—very thoughfully. "He’s got his things off." * * * A farmer while loading hay in his field was attacked by his neighbor’s bulldog. The man defended himself with a pitchfork, and sent the dog yelping home. The neighbor rebuked him, and asked why he didn’t use the blunt end of the fork first. “I would have." replied the farmer, "if your dog had come at me blunt end first.” Do You Know— To house nine English cows Mr Frederick Underwood, the president of the Wisconsin Railroad, has built a luxurious barn at a coK of $15,000. There is shaded electric lights at the head of each manger and running water for drinking Colonel Benjamin Holmes, of Sum mit. N. Y.. claims to have used one razor for 53 years He estimates he nas shaved himself with it 11,024 times. A Frenchwoman has been captured by Moorish tribesmen, and bargaining for her release is proceeding on the basis of $4 per hair of the captive’s head. A woman's suffrage bill has been passed by the Illinois Legislature, and will become law nexi month. Liverpool with 99 people to the acre, is tjie most thickly populated city in England, concealed himself in the angle by the picture of the old Don. Presently the faint swinging beams of a lantern were thrown down the corridor and there w r as the sound of soft footsteps and low voices. Jarvis raise.d his cocked pistol and covered the doorway as the shadows told him the lnvaderef were about to ap pear in view. Three figures appeared in the doorway and a girl’s voice, fa miliar to his ears, said: “There is no one here, either, Your Highness.’’ The Princess and Dolores, with Maxi mo us their guide knd light-bearer, came down the broad stairs into the hall. “We must go on, Dolores!” exclaimed the Princess in a strained voice. “We must find him before it’s too late! Oh, I will never forgive myself for sending him to this dreadful place!” “But there's a fire!" cried the vet eran. “They’ve been in this room!” “Perhaps”—the Princess shuddered— “they have already been killed.” Her Brother Safe. Jarvis, ashamed for having listened too long and his heart beating with w’hat he had heard, stepped forward into the light of the lantern. “Your Highness!” he exclaimed. The girl made a Bound that was half a cry of alarm and half a prayer of thanks giving, and held out both hands to him. “Mr. Warren! Mr. Warren! Thank God. you are still alive!” "Your Highness,” he protested, still holding her hands. “It’s madness for you to come to this place! How did you get here?’’ “Heaven only knows!” She shivered as if with the memory of her expert-, ences. "We have been wandering through this dreadful place for hours— calling to you—trying to find you before it was too late." “Too late! What do you mean?’’ "My brother Is safe—thank God!” “Where Is he?” demanded Warren, quickly. “On his way to get help from the King ” "Where has he been?" "Right here In this castle, a prisoner —since the day he entered.” “A prisoner?” “Yes. He' succeeded in making his escape to-night and has gone straight to the King for help?” “But how did you learn all this?’’ he inquired, bewildered. "From Robledo, senor." answered Dol ores. as the Princess did not reply at once. The girl's voice was low and trembled slightly. "Your bullet went straight, senor. He is dying. He has confessed to the Holy Father. 1 prom ised to be with him at the end." She turned her face away and Jarvis saw that she was weeping. “The end?" he echoed .vaguely—and then he understood. He walked over to her, stood beside her awkwardly, try ing to think of something to say. He found it difficult to apologize to a girl for killing her lover, especially when the lover happened to need killing a lot. “Then—you—” he stammered, “I—I— didn’t know—I might have—I’m sorry.” Better So. The girl raised her tear-stained face and met his gaze bravely. “It is better so, senor,” site said. “Oh. Dolores—my poor child!” The Princess put her arms around the girl and she sobbed on her lady’s shoul der. “Maximo, take her back to the inn as quietly as possible " When they were gone the Princess “MR. WARREN!” “DON’T MOVE! YOUR HIGH NESS” HE CRIED, RAISING THE WEAPON AND LEVEL ING IT AT THE OLD GRAN- DEE. “I’VE GOT YOUR bHOST AT LAST!" HE RAISED HIS VOICE. "THERE IS SOMEONE BEHIND THAT PICTURE! COME OUT!—OR I’LL SHOOT YOU FULL OF HOLES!” urged Jarvis to follow. “Oh, Mr. Warren, let us leave this dreadful place!” “Not me, Your Highness." was the grim and inelegant reply. “You go with them anti wait for me at the inn.” The Princess shook her head deter minedly. th.ough her face was pale and there were lines to tell of the long strain. “You can not persuade me again, Mr. Warren. 1 will remain.” “Please!” he begged, getting posses sion of her hands once more, and with out a struggle. “Return with us then.” “Your Highness,’’ he said gravely, “I promised to solve the mystery' of this castle and to find the treasure. My task is an easy one now.” “Then,” she rejoined quickly, “I will share It with you.” He laughed silently at the neat man ner of the trap in which he was caught, hut he looked down at her with some thing more than amazement in his eyes. "And you groped your way through this old castle to find me?” he said softly. “You are game!" The Princess raised her eyes to his. “You faced death perhaps, for me.” “You’re trembling!" he cried with sudden concern. “You’re frightened— you’re cold—your hands are cold!— Come over here.” He drew her to ward the dying blaze of the fire. “You must have been scared to death crawl ing through the blackness." She closed her eyes and shivered and he pressed the hands a little tighter than was necessary, if the object was merely to aid circulation. The Sneeze. “Every nerve in my body is on edge wdth the happenings of this dreadful place,” she confessed brokenly and tried In vain to keep back the tears. “Oh, don’t cry,” he pleaded in alarm, and then suddenly changed his tone to one at once light and tender: “Go on then—cry! Cry some more. Just for get that you are a princess and cry. That’s it -that's fine! I’ll round up this spook to-night for good—and then the vassal’s task is dorie. His fate is in your hands, Highness.” She ceased crying suddenly to look up into his faoe. “Don’t send me away,” he begged. “I’ve loved you from the first and always shall love you. I'm nc Prince or Duke.” he added with whim sical pathos, "I'm jnst a plain man— and all the man in me cries out, ‘I love you’—Don’t send me away!” He fedt her trembling and for an in* stant she seemed to lean against him. But she shook her head. “You must go.” “You’re going to send me away!" "Yes. You must leave Spain. Youi life would not be safe here.” He drew' a breath of relief that was like the wind in the forest. At the same moment there was another souno Winners In “The Triple Tie 9 ’ Contest Will Be , Announced Saturday 1 he judges have completed their work of passing upon the huge bundle of manuscripts which were received in “The Triple Tie” contest, and the names of the sixteen winners will be announced in The Georgian to-morrow. Daysey Mayme And Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRF AX. THEY ALWAYS TELL. Dear Miss Fairfax: Some time ago I was introduced to a young man whom I rather like. I have gone out to different places of amusement with him. Now, he ha.y often wanted to kiss me, but I wouldn’t allow him to. He is going out of town for some time and says he wants to Kiss me before going. Shall I al low him to? L. M. No man should kiss and tell, but so many do that one little farewell kiss, given in the name of friendship, is sure to be misninderstood and told of. Do you not know, my dear, that the kiss that is refused is always the sweetest? Refuse him and he will al ways want that kiss, and seek to win your love that he may have it. DON’T TRY. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am a young girl of 19 and have a brother who takes me to dances and the theater. I have no chance to find a lover, because the men all think my brother is my sweetheart. What would you advise me to do to make them understand? L. M. My dear, if these men were attract ed by you. the sight of a man as your escort would not keep them away. On the contrary, it would serve as an incentive to them to make your ac quaintance. Instead of regarding your brother as an obstacle, be glad that you have a brother as devoted and kind. And don’t worry about that belated lover, for I am sure he is on hls» way. WAIT A FEW /EARS. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young man of 27 and am in love with a young lady of 17, but she does not seem to care for me. What can I do to gain her love? P. B. She is too young to be troubled by love. Prove your love is unselfish, and for her best good, by keeping it a Se cret to yourself until she has gro\V> up. Things Worth Remembering FOR A MOMENT THERE WAS INTENSE SILENCE. THEN: “DON’T SHOOT!” THE VOICE, A FAMILIAR ONE CAME FROM THE WALL —THE PICTURE SWUNG OUT IN ITS FRAME AND HIS EX ALTED HIGHNESS THE DUKE OF ALVA STEPPED DOWN ON TO THE FLOOR. that was somewhat like a far-off tree falling in .the wind. "What was that?'’ exclaimed the girl with a start. “Oh, thut! That was Rusty,” he smiled. “That would frighten any one.” “I figured that I might need a ghost,” he explained, pointing to the armored servitor, "but Rusty disobeyed orders. Rusty, I tdld you not to sneeze!” “Dat waq somebody else, Massa War ren,”'was the solemn and unexpected protest. “I swears to goodness I didn’t sneeze.” Warren’s revolver was in his hand and a wild light of triumph in his eyes. "Mr. Waijrenl” “Don’t move! Your Highness,” he cried, raising the weapon and leveling it at the cid grandee, “I’ve got your ghost at lapt!” He raised his voice. “There is ^ome one behind that pic ture! Come out!—or I’ll shoot you full of holes!” Caught! For a moment there was intense si lence. Then: “Don’t shoot!” The voice, a familiar one, came from the wall—the picture swung out in its frame and hii> Exalted Highness, the Duke of Alva, stepped down on to the floor. The Princess smothered a cry of amazement and Jarvis smiled grimly. “Your Excellency, you are a long way from Madrid.” The Duke eyed him with contempt. “Madrid! You tool, you have fallen right Into my trap!" He turned to the Princess with all the assurance of a protecting friend. "What I have done has been for your sake. Maria. I purposely deceived him so that I might get here ahead of him and watch. See,” he pointed to the mantel, “there are his tools and you yourself Interrupted him at his work.” The consummate insolence and assur ance of his enemy almost daunted the young man. And in the next breath he half lost the battle by permitting himself to argue. To Be Continued To-morrow. An electric voting machine is to be tried in the Austrian Chamber of Deputies. Each member will have two electric buttons on his desk. On the wall opposite the President’s chair an indicator is fixed, consisting of 516 glass tablets. When a vote is recorded they show either a white or a red light, and members can check the accuracy of their votes. Names are shown on the tablets if required. Ants can stand extremes of heat and cold. Forty-eight hours’ exposure to fros*t will not kill them, and one sort has been observed to build its nest in chinks in a blacksmith’s forge. The French people are great chick en raisers. A return gives the in come derived by them from this In dustry as $300,000,000. The largest opal in the world, weighing 17 ounces, is worth $300,000, and belongs to the Emperor of, Aus tria. Thrushes don’t take much sleep in summer. They rise soon after 3 and don’t go to bed till 9. Tomtits are passionately fond of suet. A lump hung in a tree will soon be found by them and devoured. Every square mile of the United States has 32 inhabitants on the aver age. A cod weighing 7 3-4 pounds lays nearly 7,000,000 eggs. A Time for All Things. A family had just sat down to table when tidings were brought of the death of an aunt. Suddenly httle Emily inquired, with a longing glance at the well-filled dishes: “Papa, must we cry now, or wait till we have finished dinner. HERE was no one whose faith in the printed word was great er than Daysey Mayme Apple ton's. If, when sitting on the cool porch at twilight, she caught a glimpse of a heading, “How to Keep Cool,” in the newspaper, she invariably went into the warm house, lighted the lamp and sat under its hot rays while she read It. Her father gave her a weekly al lowance, and with it she bought at least one, and sometimes two, books on How a Girl May Save Money. She didn’t save as much as the girls who hadn’t such faith in the printed word, but she didn’t see why. When her mother left her in charge of the kitchen for two weeks, she spent the first week's allowance on books telling How to Feed Four on Six Dollars a Week, and had to ask her father for more money the third day. And he was so unappreciative he grumbled about it! But all this faith is now a thing of the dead, dead past. Daysey Mayme won’t believe anything she sees in ' print these days, If it is nothing more than “Heat Before Serving” on a can of baked beans. The lost this beautiful faith through following the advice of the New York clergymen who have decided to de mand health certificates as a pre requisite to marriage. It would be humiliating, she thought, to march up the church aisle In white silk and orange blossoms, and have the preach er refuse to perform the ceremony because a grandmother on the bride groom's side once had a conniption fit. She would protect herself from this mortification by getting a clean bill of health before the altar was reached. She would make all necessary Inqui ries during the courtship; that hor best beloved could prove he was In perfect health she had no doubts. She had memorized forty-seven ad jectives expressive of admiration, and when her lover presented he** with a box of candy she used forty- three on the first gumdrop. Such ap preciation delighted him, and he asked her to marry him. Surely a girl whj could so highly appreciate a gum- drop would never underestimate tin value of a man! Daysey Mayme’s first impulse was to grab him; then she remembered the printed word. “Was th^re ever one in your family who suffered from neurasthenia?” she asked. "Any dandruff, Bright’s dis ease, rheumatism, ricketts, glanders, autoxenia, bunions or corns? Have you or your ancestors ever had any thing cut out, and how much? Of what did your great-grandfather on i your mother's side die, and did ” But the young man heard no more. He gave one wild whoop and fled. 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