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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. 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