Newspaper Page Text
1 i
I
A Bachelor’s Diary
By MAX.
He and Manette See the Suffragette Again,
but Neither of Them Notices Her.
J .T1,Y 3.—ft occurred to m#. when
Manette and 1 were tramping home
that evening:, after the militant
*uffragi tte had tried to hold rn<* up.
that there was a warning In the incident
1 look like a tramp, as she said, and Ma
nette. in spite of her clothes, look* like
a princess.
What it is I ran not define, hut one
of hor sex can never disguise the fact
that she was horn to purple and jline
linen. She may outlive every natural
gra*«e 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 1* what i saw: A little hare
head with a shock of curls Just reaching
to her shoulder, for we had had her hair
cut, short l»efore we ieft town and the
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
caught a glimpse of an exquisitely
♦rimmed 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 qpe 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,
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 ami 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 nee her. Idary, you would
understand why I never look at the child
without some apprehension. With her
beauty and her money, aometlmes I
wonder if there aro 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 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 SAFE. 1
know life would be dreary and alrno*t
impossible without Manette. but every
day I grow more reconciled to the loss
of Elisabeth. Sbo was happy all her
life. The. little girl trudging along in
the path ahead of me Is happy now. but
I will not always be with her.
1 suppose It was this constant ap
prehension that led me to call Mrs Al
len to the porch after supper and tell
her that 1 am not the poor clerk she
imagines, resting from overwork, but
one of the detested millionaire class,
resting from excessive luxury
1 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 he 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 pride ami station on the coat 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
I cost," she said, somewhat dryly, "be
cause she has never had to earn the
price. The girl who stints herself lb
necessities for a month that she may
afford a $20 gown will never forget to
the day of her death what the gown
cost. J'nconsclousness of clothes Is a
good trait, hut Manctte's unconscious
ness will he largely due to Ignorance.
When one pays the price, one remem
bers."
1 did not seem to make her quite un
derstand what I meant, and neither did
I understand her. 1 wanted. I explained,
for the child to grow up with a souJ
! above ribbons
I “And yet," she replied, “whoever haH
charge of her wardrobe takes care that
she has more ribbons than any child
! her age should have."
| 1 agreed to that with a sigh When
a little girl Is transformed by her years
i 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
; Auni Sallle make her attire the joy of
j their existence
I, w'ho take the place of a father to
her, would prefer that she never hear
the subject of 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.
I gave Mrs. Allen Mrs. Spencer's ad
dress and also that of Richards “It
has occurred to me." 1 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 j
woods there would he of young women if
It were known that such a wealthy un- I
attache^ 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 1 asked if she
would »njoy 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 wpmen these days "
From otic of their own sex! Had r
said it 1 would be mobbed
July 6 T have not heard the last of
that woman who thought I was a kid-
nuper of children. She came riding to
our picnic spot again to-day. and this
time she rode alone.
Manette and I were silting «>n a log
fishing 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 black mud. which she carried to
the shore and made Into mud pies, & big
log serving her as kneading board, or
mixing board. 1 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. 1 did not turn my head,
ami Manette. obeying whispered instruc
tions from me, went on with her culi
nary work without heeding her
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.
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 1 al
low him to? L. M.
No man should kiss and tell, but so
many do that one little farewell kiss,
given in the najne 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 w r ho 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. Or.
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\\u
up.
Things Worth Remembering
Keep Young As Lo
As You Can
v
rVfiEP ywr yamthfai too-
h grt»w oW y\-
Fadvd usr gvay ha’r roaki-y
womati look \9 to ?0 y««r« ole*
than if the kar beautiful aa
lustrous.
Robinnaire Hair Dy>
1» a w*ntowfu) sciMitlttc formula ,
to » color raion*' tour a (larger..
to bleach or charge, th* orlg’r.
color of ih* tutor, but a Tvuturer whl
betnge back to the hair tte orteim
color aj*d baautUul abaeo an l H.«f
uaaa b'or a quarter of a ,~er ,'r. :
baa been hvv woeuejt and gob;
pearttcalty at) over tb« mocM, and a,
have bundzveto of vjuNjJt. ited latte
P»ovln* U* 1\ hoe* not sta 11.
the aoalp aor naaky the ’ Jr u?k-k..
arid- Ito urn va» »»* ba <*»»* «*4.
Shbpui'eh for lltftol, mqtltotp air.
Iwi t);ov Ov lead hatch hair for aal«
bx ueaoiag tbatMMta -end total good.
4apkKA>«jjMjfe ffe ® you can nut gel
It. aetit by parcel 83c
If you vwfr *e»d wkth yoar order
runr drupes'* njeo* and addnat, w«
the
and
|cobs’ Pharmacy Co.
Atlanta. Ga.
Up-to-Date Jokes
Meg (five years old, was overjoyed
over the recent addition to the family
anil 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 thoughfullv.
"He’s got his things off."
* * *
A farmer while loading hay in his
field wa« Attacked by his neighbor's
bulldog The man defend.*d himselt
with a pitchfork, and sent the dog
yelping home. The neighbor rebuked |
him. and asked why he didn’t use the
blunt dnd of the fork first.
“1 would have." replied the farmer.
"If your dog had come at me blunt
end first.” •
To house nine English cows Mr.
Frederick Underwood, the president
of the Wisconsin Railroad, has built a
luxurious barn at a cos*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
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
lasts of $4 per hair of the captive’s
head.
A woman’s suffrage bill has beep
passed by the Illinois Legislature, and
will become law next month.
Liverpool, with 99 people to the
'Here, is the most thickly populated
city in England.
concealed himself In the angle by the
picture of the old Don. F’resently 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 to 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 ball.
“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. ami 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 thin place! How did
you get here?"
"Heaven 6nly 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 eastle. 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 girls voice was low and
trembled slightly "Your bullet went
straight, senor He is dying. He lias
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—1 might have—I’m sorry."
Better So.
The girl raised her tear-stained face
and met his gaze bravely.
“It is better so. senor,” she 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 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 ami wait 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. 1 will remain."
"Flease!” he begged, getting posses
sion of her hands once more, and with
out a struggle.
"Return with us then.”
“Your Highness." lie 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.”
lie 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 Princess raised her eyes to his.
“You faced death perhaps, for me."
“You're trembling!" he pried 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 triad
in vain to keep back the tears.
"Oh. don't cry," he pleaded in alarm,
and then suddenly changed his tone tb
one at once light and tender: “Go on
then cry! Cry some more Just for
get that you are a princess and cry.
Thais it—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 loved you from the first
and always shall love you. I’m nc
Prince or Duke,” he added with whim
sical pathos. “I’m just a plain man—
and all the man in me cries out. I love
you’—Don’t send me away!"
He felt 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. You!
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 sound
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, that! That was Rusty,” he
smiled.
"That would frightewi 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!”
"Dat 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
cried, 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, 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 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. L purposely deceived him
so that l 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. Bach member will have
two electric buttons on his desk. On
the wall opporite the President’s
chair an indicator is fixed, consisting
of 516 glass tablets. When a vote is
recorded they show either a white or
red light, and members can check
the accuracy of their votes. Names
arfe 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 ha? been observed to build Its
nest in chinks in a blacksmith's forge.
The French i>eople 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
socn 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 little Emily inquired, with
a longing glance at the well-filled
dishes:
“Papa, must we cry now, or wait
till we have finished dinner.
Daysey Mayme
And Her Folks
By FRANCES L. CARS IDE.
T HKRE 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 aV-
lowanoe, 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 f-' A 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 biU 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 the
value of a man!
Daysey Mayme’s first impulse was
to grab him; then she remembered
the printed word.
"Was there 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
your mother’s side die, and did ”
But the young man heard no more.
He gave one wild whoop and fled.
“I’d have married him if he had
the whole doctor’s book ailing him,”
sobbed Daysey Mayme. "and now tho
other girls will never believe I had the
chance.”
r
THE EA-TONE LIVER
LAXATIVE
That tones the fiver, the best liver
and stomach remedy known. U acts
like magic on the whole system—as
f ood for children as grown parsons.
ry one bottle and be convinced No
griping or bad after effects.
Sold by all merchants and druggists.
A large bottle for 26c. Don't take any
substitute, but Insist on the EA-
TONB. Thousands of testimonials
sent us unsolicited. On T*e market
over a year. If you can not get it at
S our store send 26c to the main of-
oe, No 7 Hill street. Atlanta, Ga. It
will be forwarded to you promptly.
Manufactured and guaranteed by CL
G. Crouch.
Send this ad with a part of carton
from a bottle of Ea-Tona, and a lB-k.
gold ring will be sent you absolutely
free. State size wanted.
INDIGESTION?
Stop it quickly: Have your grocer send
you one ooz. bottles of
SHIVA R
GINGER ALE
Drink with meals,
and if not nroippt-
jv relieved. get
your money back
our expanse.
,»le»ume deli
cious. refreshing.
Prepared with the
celebrated Shivar
Mineral Water and
the purest flavoring materials.
SHIVAR SPRING, Manufacturers
SHELTON. S. C.
E. l_ ADAMS CO., Distributors, Atlanta.
MAIL YOUR FILMS TO US
Dtilng OyW> Paper,
no matter where pure*
Write for desor-lpirre Camera <
_ ists wftfe tbs larg-
Ints made on Prtge-
-REE,
For developing W« are flhtn si
es> laboratory in the Soath. .All pr
Winning OYko Paper, All roll f&ns developed FREE.
own!* Prints, 5c each,
tatogue G. Psioes $2.00
it Ahsco fllm; nt
lie for
to $8&.lXW Use that fast A
kodak; costs do more, but
Mail Order fitpaltOMit.
W any camera or
also give* true color valuaa
E. H. COME. Inc-, 2 Stores, Atlanta, G*.
“Another Line;
i That’s How I’ve Stopped the Leak ”
JVE come to believe that you can’t expect people to buy if they can’t
Si
5»
S'
5*
5»
S*
v
"l
g *
»
t
bV
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
^?^>^y>>>//y//////iiHiiiiiiUmVv\V%\\vCvCvvxvv^§l
s
5
§
IS
6
!§
.il