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% A Bachelor’s Diary By MAX. He and Manette See the Suffragette Again, but Neither of Them Notices Her. J ULY ft.—It occurred to m*. 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 I can not define, but 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 I saw: A lUtle 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 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 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 w’ere 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, or because of her total unconsclouspess of self “A born aristocrat,” I mur mured. Her Beauty. Shfe 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 us. They are ours forever, and that, alus, 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 patti ahead of me is happy now, but 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 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 By CKarlesWGoclclanj am VstuVDickeyy' k : 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 attempt to erect pride and station on the cost of a hat. She will never, and of that 1 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 I Uer reply gave me a new viewpoint 'She won’t remember what things ! cost,” she said, somewhat dryly, “be- I-cause she has never had to earn the ! price The girl who sffhts 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. Unconsciousness of clothes Is a good trait, but Marietta'* unconscious ness will he largely duet to ignorance I When one pays the price, one remem- | hers.” I did not seem to make her quite un- i derstand what I meant, and neither did I understand her I wanted, I explained, for the child to grow up with a soul j above ribbons. “And yet," she replied, “whoever has charge of her wardrobe takes care that j she has more ribbons than any child j 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 Sallie make her afttlre the Joy of their existence. 1, who take the place of a father to her, would prefer that she never hear the subject ot 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. 1 gave Mrs. Allen Mrs. Spencer’s ad dress and also that of Richards “It has occurred to me,” I said, "that If any thing happened to me, either address will he useful to you.” She found considerable amusement In the thought of what an exodus to the woods there would he of young women If it were known that such a wealthy’ un attached bachelor were spending his 1 summer there. “They would chase you harder,” she said, "than the pup chases the rabbits.” The Most Exciting Serial of the Year. SERIALIZED ' By J. W. McCONAUGHY fCopyright, 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. “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 hack into the hall and C CAUGHT AT LAST J A iteAglip: t k 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. Daysey May me Arid Her Folks m- She Sympathizes. A -Jc ! Jf Keep Young A Lo As You Can TVEEP your hair youthful look' Don't let it grow old before y* years. Ffcded or gray ha’r makes woman look from 10 to 20 years o't than If the hair were beautiful . lustrous. Robinnaire Hair D; la a wonderful scfcenttftc, formula. Is a color restorer* Not a dangero : dye to bleach or change the orig n color of the hair, but a restorer win brings back to the hair its orig n color and beautiful sheen and s i, ness. For a quarter of a century has been used by women and mes practically aU over the world, and have hundreds of unsolicited better proving its merit It dots not stair 'the scalp nor oaake the hair sticky and its use cgn not be detected. • P*«i>ared for light, medimp a- dank brown and black hair; for sa'* by leading drugg-srs and toflet good* departments, The. M you can not get it, sent by WKTQkl If you vv#4j send with your order your druggie*’* nam# and address, we aU I eondyoq FREE s*mo(«s of the Famous Robinnaire f*a*« Powder and Ross Cold Cream. Jacobs’ Pharmacy Co. Atlanta* Ga. She laughed so heartily I asked if she would enjoy the sfght, 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 he mobbed. July 6—1 have not heard the last of that woman who thought I was a kid- naf>er of children. She came riding to our picnic spot again to-day, and this time she rode alone. Manette and l were sitting on a log fishing. At least 1 was fishing She had her shoes and stockings off, her lit tle skirt^ 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 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. THEY ALWAYS TELL. Dear Miss Fairfax: Some time ago I was introduced to a young man wh.om I rather like. I have gone out to different places of amusement with him. Now, he Hay often wanted to ki.**s 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 deal*, that the ki?»s 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, would serve as an incentive to them to make your ac quaintance. Instead of regarding your brother as an obstacle, be glad that you hf^ve a brother as devoted and kind. And don’t worry about that belated lover, for lam sure he is on his* w’ay. WAIT A FEW YEARS. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young man of 27 and am in Jove 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 grov\i up. Things Worth Remembering 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 plan 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 rout 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 Lqw nexi month. Liverpool, with 99 people to th** acre, is the 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 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’n 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. . ' “Oi* his way to get help from the King.” "Where has he been?” “Right here In this castle, a prisoner —fince the day he entered.” “A prisoner?” “Yes. He succeeded in making his escape to-night and has gone straight to tT.e King for help?” "But how' did you learn all thls?“«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, 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—” ye stammered. “I—I— didn’t Vnow—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,” she said. “Oh. Dolores—my poor child!” The Princess put her arms around the j girl and she sobbed on her lady’s shoul der. “Maximo, take her back to the inn gj- as quietly as possible.” i r:} When they were gone the Princess i w ■ “MR. WARREN!” “DON’T MOVE! YOUR HIGH NESS,” HE CRIED. RAISING THE WEAPON AND LEVEL ING IT AT THE OLD GRAN 1 - 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. v “You go with them and wait for me at the inn.” The Princess shook her head deter minedly, though her face was pale and there w’ere lines to tell of the long strain. “You can not persuade me again, Mr. Warden. 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, 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 4o 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. A MOMENT THERE INTENSE SILENCE. An electric voting machine is to be tried in 'the Austrian Chamber of Deputies. Each member will have tw'o electric buttons on his desk. On the wall oppo.«ite the President’? chair an indicators 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 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 back the tears. "Oh, don’t cry,” he pleaded in alarm, and then suddenly changed his tone to one at once light and tdtider: “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-n<ght 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 j begged. "I’ve loved you from fhe first 1 ami always shall love you. I’m nc Prince or Duke,” he added with whim- j ^ j_| | ^ ^ FOR WAS 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. . j The ^ench people are great chick. “What w’as that?” exclaimed the girl en raisers. A return gives the in- That was Rusty,” he w’lth a start. “Oh, that! smiled. “That would frightem any one ” “1 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 w’as 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 ried, raising the W’eapon 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 bis 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. 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 voupg man. And in the next breath lie half lost the battle by permitting himself to argue. • come derived by them from this in dustry as $300,000,000. The largest opal in the world, weighing 17 ounces, is wofth $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 8-4 pounds lay3 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, wit*- a longing glance at the well-fill* dishes: “Papa, must we cry now, or wait till we have finished dinner. By FRANCES L. QARSIDE. T 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 Ihe 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 abotwi 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 1^ 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 aisie in white silk and .orange blossoms, and have the preach er refuse to perform the*J 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 qtean bill of health before the altar w'aa reached. She would make all necessary Inqui ries during the courtship; that her beet 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 tho value of a man! Daysey Mayme’s first, impulse was to grab him; then sh<? 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-gTandfather on your mother’s side die, and did ” But the young man heard no more. 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