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A Bachelor s D iar y By MAX. He and Manette See the Suffragette Again, but Neither of Them Notices Her. J ULY 3.—It occurred to me, when Manette and I were tramping home that evening, after the militant suffragette 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 T can not define, but one of her sex ran never disguise the fart that she was born to purple and fine linen. She may outlive every natural grace and may be reduced to rags, hut 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 I saw: A little bare head with a shock of curls Just reaching to her shoulder, for we had had her hair cut short before we left town, and the growth w'as 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 caught a glimpse of an exquisitely 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 1 wondered if it was because of the proud little way In which she carried her head, 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 to keep all the evil- hearted away. The children that die young belong to us always. Nothing, and no one, may ever estrange them from u*. 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 SAFE. 1 know* life would be dreary and almost impossible without Manette. but every day I 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 he 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 V 1 am not the poor clerk she Imagines, resting from overwork, but one of the detested niilUon2.'rc class, resting from excessive luxury. I told her my name and she laughed. She lsad 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 Vt made me very proud. I have always had the theory—1 won der how it will evolve—that if Manette Keep Young As Lo ; As You Can KgEP yaar hatr youthful look’ Qon*t let It grow old before yo years. Faded or gray hair makes woman look from 1© to 20 years old* than tf the hair were beautiful lustrous. Robinnaire Hair Dy< la a wonderful scientific formula 1* a color restorer. Not a ctangerv 4y« to bleach or change the origin color of the hatr. bat a restorer w hi' brings back to the hatr 11» origin color and beautiful sheen and sofi • ness. For a quarter of a century h has been used by women and met practically all over the world, and w. have hundreds of unsolicited letter proving Its merit. It doe, not stain the scalp nor ma.se the hair sticky and It* use- can not be detected. Prepared for ifeht, medlwro and i'.nrk Vrov>a and black hair; for sale by leading, druggists and toSet goods department,?, 7§o, 1? you can not gei It, sent by parcel post, 83c. If you vyili send with your order your druggist s noose and address. w« will send you PftEE samples of the famoue Robinnaire Face Powder and Rose Cold Cream. Jacobs’ Pharmacy Co. ^ Atlanta., Ga. 5 Is accustomcd 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 attempt to erect prido and 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. 1 said some thing to thiH effect to Mrs Allen, and her reply gave me a new viewpoint. “She won’t remember what things cost,” she said, somewhat dryly, “be- ( cause she has never had to earn the price The girl who stints herself in necessities for a month that she may afford a $20 gown will never forget to the day of her death what the gown cost rnconsciousnesa 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 Sallle 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 of her dress, but those who take the place of her mother make her attire the first consideration. That, Diary, is a fond weakness of all moth ers. I gave Mrs. Allen Mrs. Spencer’s ad dress and also that of Richards. “It has bccurred to me,” I Hald, “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 there. “They would chase you harder,” she said, “than the pup chases the rabbits.” She Sympathizes. She laughed so heartily I asked If she would enjoy the sight, and she replied that she wouldn’t. “I feel sorry for any unmarried man these days,” with some spirit. “Either the women are the mercenary kind, hunting him down for his money, or they are the suffrage kind, hunting him down like a policeman hunts criminals. I often tell my husband it is good he got me thirty years ago, for there isn’t much choice of women these days.” From one of their own sex! Had f said It I would bo mobbed. July 6—1 have not heard the last of that woman who thought 1 was a kid naper of children. She came riding to our picnic spot again to-day, and this time she rode alone. Manette and I were sitting on a log Ashing. At least I was fishing. She had her shoes and stockings off, her lit tle skirts tucked up, and was paddling around at the water’s edge, digging up soft Mack mud, which she carried to the shore and made Into mud pies, a big log serving her as kneading board, 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 Manette, obeying whispered instruc tions from me, went on with her culi nary work without heeding her. Up-to-Date Jokes Meg (live 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?” T 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 fanner. "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 co?*t 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 has 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 the most thickly populated city in England, irnnnnmjny7/ssjw^ mmmmmmm mm mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm^f^ ixmsasx S* “Another Line; That’s How I’ve Stopped the 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 and Telegraph Company g; Ciliu icicgiayii S lj5» IS* The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. SERIALIZED I By J. W. McCONAUGHY (Copyright, 1913, by Star Co.) TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT. “What's that?’* ho 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. “Sh—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 hail and CAUGHT AT LAST Winners In “The Triple Tie” Contest Will Be Announced Saturday The 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. OARS IDE. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. 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 has* 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 misunderstood 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: I 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 his way. WAIT A FEW YEARS. 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\Vi up. Things Worth Remembering 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 was the sound of soft footsteps and low voices. Jarvis raised his cocked pistol and covered the doorway as the shadows told him the invaders were about to ap pear in view. Three figures appeared in the doorway and a girl’s voice, fa miliar tc his ears, said: “There Is no one here, either, Your Highness.” The Princess and Dolores, with Maxi mo as their guide and 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 what he had heard, stepped forward Into the light of the lantern. “Your Highness!’’ he exclaimed. The girl made a sound 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 experi 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. & 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. I 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. tr\ 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 kiiv.ng 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 bravel> “It is better so, senor.” she said. “Oh. Dolores—my poor child!" The Princess put her aims around the girl and she sobbed on hor 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 GHOST 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 and w r alt for me at the inn.” The Princess shook her head deter minedly, though her face was pale and there were lines to tell of the long strain. "You can not persuade me again, Mr. Warren. I 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, but 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 rrincess 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 with the happenings of this dreadful place,’’ she confessed! brokenly and tried In vain to keep hack 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 i -that’s fine! I’ll round up this spook to-night for good—and then the vassal’s task is done. His fate is in your hands, Highness.” She ceased crying suddenly to look up into his face. “Don’t send me away," he begged. “I’ve Uwed you from the first and always shall love you. I’m nc Prince or D» kg,” he added with whim sical jvath is, “I’m just a plain man— and all t ? »• man in me cries out, ‘I love you -Don’t send me away!” He folt 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. Your F life would not be safe here.” Ho drew a breath of relief that was like tl|e wind in the forest. At the same moment there was another soumi 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 tre6 falling in the wind. “What was that?” exclaimed the girl with a start. “Oh, that! 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 told you not to sneeze!” "Pat was 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. Warren!" "Don’t move! Your Highness," he fried, raising the weapon and leveling it at the old grandee, “I’ve got your ghost at last!" He raised his voice. “There is some 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 his Exalted Highness, *he 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! Y r ou fool, 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 oppoHte 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 frost 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 Unitec States has 32 inhabitants on the aver age. A cod weighing 7 8-4 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 little Emily Inquired, with a longing glance at the well-filled dishes; “Papa, must we cry now, or wait till we have finished dinner. HERE wa* no one whose faith In the printed word was great er than Daysey Mayme Apple ton’s. If, when sitting on the cool porci, 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 It* 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 I 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 woujd 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 her 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 her 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 who could so highly appreciate a gum- drop would never underestimate thj value of a man! 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