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^V' An Unappricia- tive Man By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. f l t™\ VERT time my wife and I go out walking,” a distressed husband writes me,” she in sists upon me pushing the baby car riage, "When any of my friends see me they laugh and make fun of me. Kindly let me know if it Is a mar ried man’s duty to push the baby carriage." No, it is not his duty. It never, since life began, was his duty. It is his PRIVILEGE! Whose baby is it, you narrow- eouled representative of your sex? Isn't it yours? And isn't pushing the baby carriage on the streets the lightest of the many thousand tasks that attend it? Did your wife complain during the long weeks and months she carried it before it was born? Did she fear that her girl friends would laugh at her. or taunt her? Did she feel that she had a griev ance wnen she went down into the shadow of the Valley of Death, and returned, spent with pain, with your child in her arms? Has she ever reproached you for the martyrdom motherhood has brought her? She doesn’t asa that you sit by its sickbed through the long hours of the night when every one in the house hold is asleep. She has never ex pected you to be always patient, ten der, merciful, and forgetful of self, denying yourself every comfort if that •denial made life happier for your child. You Go To Sleep. When you lay your head on your pillow, it is to sink into a sound sleep. When she goes to bed it is to hover so near the border of consciousness that the faintest sigh from the little bed near her own'awakens her. When you sit down to a meal it is to gratify your own appetite. With her, her own appetite is an after thought. She attends to you and the child first. When you take your pleasures it is -with the thought only of what pleases YOU. From the hour her bsby comes her amusements are those that are her child's. You are stronger than your burdens are heavy, and she has tasks before her every hour that are greater than her strength. You know only your own aches and pains. She suffers both her own and every ill to whicji childhood is heir. Your apprehensions are centered around self. She fears nothing for herself and all that life threatens for her child. When asked to push the baby car riage, you were ashamed. Ashamed to proclaim by this little act that you are the child’s father! She not only bore all the pain alone, she is not only alone in the wearying care of your child, but she stands alone in the pride that glorifies parenthood. The Miracle. If you "were more a man and less an empty-headed peacock, you would forget yourself in the miracle that Love has brought you, and would be so overcome with pride that it would make you almost maudlin. The father monkey in his cage will chatter with pride when visitors in spect the little mishapen image of himself in the mother monkey’s arms. Every form of life, no matter how’ low’, is proud of its offspring. You call yourself a MAN. and you are ashamed of your own child! You are not a man. You are not of as high an order of intelligence as a monkey. You haven’t as much heart as the lowest form of creation. Push that baby carriage, and push it with pride and gratitude! I warn you that if you persist in your pres ent attitude of shame for your own offspring some day you will find the baby carriage has grown into a car of Juggernaut. THIRD PRIZE-WINNING STORY IN “THE TRIPLE TIE” CONTEST Couldn’t Eat It. After being kept waiting for the usual five or ten minutes, the new ar rival at the restaurant was duly 6erved with the first course of the table d’hote dinner—soup. Hestitating a moment, he glanced at his plate, then said: “Waiter. I can’t eit this soup.’’ “Then I’ll bring you another kind, sir,” said the waiter, and hastened away. The guest sighed as the second plate was placed in front of him. “Nor can I eat this soup.'’ he said, a trifle more emphatically than before. And the waiter, silent, but angry, brought yet anotner plate of soup. Whereupon the guest once more re marked in a low-, emphatic tone: “Really, I can not eat this stuffV' But the waiter now really angry, summoned the manager, and, to the Interest of the other guests in the restaurant, explained what had hap pened. “Really, sir, this Is most unusual, sir,” said the manager. “May I ask whv vou can’t eat any of our soups?” “Because.’’ replied the guest, with a sad, wan smile. “1 have no spoon!” By LILLIAN LUCILE HARDEN, 0?k Street, Decatur, Ga. WINNER OF THIRD PRIZE, $25 CHAPTER X1XV. 4 < T s that you, Steve?” asltori Mildred, I at the phone. A Yas, sum, Miss Mildred.” “Well, just soon as Mr. Gray re turns, don’t fall to call me up,” she said. “Yas, mum, Miss Mildred.” “And have everything ready to start immediately after his return.” “Yas, mum, I Is,” said the faithful Steve. Mr. Gray returned early on the follow ing morning and they started on the search for Gordon Kelly. Mildred was allowed to go on the con dition that she remain out of view until all danger was over. Indeed, you could not have forced her to remain at home, so anxious was she to so® her lover. One of Gordon’s hints was to flash a light from a mirror so he w’ould know to expect them, so he was not surprised at the two flashes of light, and turned smiling to his friends. The Guard Surrenders. Not more than 10 yards away, care fully concealed from the guard but fully revealed to Gordon, crouched five fig ures. Mr. Gray was in the lead, armed to his teeth. Cautiously they drew around to get the drop on Gordon’s guard. Then they sprang forth and stated they had come for the prisoner, and the “prisoner" was prisoner no longer. The guard gave up his weapon and Gordon Kelly greeted his friends. Doing so, he spied Mildred behind the bush, and ran to her with the speed that marked him such a marvelous base-run ner. Amid her squeaks of dellgnt, she managed to say: “Sweetheart!" And he returned softly: "Honeybunch!” Then Gordon told them about his weeks in captivity, but Impressed It on their minds how considerate his cap- tors had been. That spoke much for the mountaineers and they were turned loose on the promise not to capture Mr. Kelly again, but to help him out in the future. No one suspected that those same mountaineers would lay In wait for Forrest Cain and the awful tragedy that happened w’ould happen. Gordon and his friends returned to the tw’o automobiles which were sta tioned about a quarter of a mile farther back. Gordon and Mildred sat in the one driven by Steve, with Elmer In front. Hears of Triple Tie. “Say, Gordon, do you know that the triple tie is to be played off to-morrow?” asked enthusiastic Elmer. “Yes, I read all my papers,’’ replied Gordon. They discussed it a while, and Elmer turned again to Gordon: "Hey, Gordon, let’s go to New York, and you play and I’ll be your mascot.” “Suppose I should go?” questioned Gordon of Mildred, with a twinkle In his eye. Elmer's enthusiasm was contagious, or Mildred would never have replied: “Yes, do, Gordon; arrive at the last minute and snatch the Red J»ox out of trouble with a home run and be a base ball hero!” “Well, I’m coming to see you this evening, and if I leave to-morrow I will get to New York in time to see the last game,” returned Gordon. Just then the unsuspecting Steve set the “buzzer’’ going and the two lovers took the opportunity for a kiss. When they reached the mansion El mer said: “Gee. Gordon, wouldn’t that be dra matic to arrive and play In the last game?” “It sure would. Mildred, when can I Miss Lillian Lucile Harden, of Decatur Ga. She is 15 years of age and won third prize in “The Triple Tie” contest. “This afternoon at 6 o’clock. It’s 4 now. Report on time.” ”1 will. Boss.” laughed Gordon. Mildred and Elmer reached home about 4:30. Elmer’s excitement was over the trip to New York and Mil dred’s over the reception of Gordon. Gordon arrived promptly on time. Mil dred decided she could spare Gordon a little while If he would play If his man ager W’ould let him. Elmer was to go with him and he departed from them to get ready his things. Then they told each other what they had been aching to tell for many weeks. “Gordon, sweetheart,’’ murmured Mil dred going close to him. “Honeysuckle,’’ was all he could whisper as he took her in his arms. Gordon and Elmer left early the fol lowing morning for New York and Mil dred returned home from the moun tains. The day after she arrived home, as the EA-TONE A Vegetable Compound Tb«t tones the liver. Rrloe 25 cents, at all d^tg and •tore*. JOHN B. DANIEL, Distributor 1896-—Marcella—1913 By F. L. S. T HERE’S a charming little maiden With eyes so wondrous brown— Her cheeks with roses ladened, The talk of all the town. This winsome little lassie. Who to-day is seventeen, The idol of her .daddy And a mother's love supreme. Years of sunshine have yon brought us, And our hearts with joy o’erflows To the great and all-wise giver For the gift He thus bestows. Happy years they have been to us; Y'ears of joy and sweet content, And in the years before us— Where’er they may l>e spent— We’ll think of these blest hours, Which time can ne’er efface: So if there comes a little cupid. And his fiercest dart be hurled, To take from us our treasure, The greatest in the world; When comes this bold usurper. Whoever he may be. May this love through him continue Through all eternity. family were sitting at the breakfast ta ble they were startled out of their wits to hear the newsboys shout: "Wuxtra! Wuxtra! All about the murder of Forrest Cain in the moun tains! Wuxtra! Wuxtra!” Farnsworth, who had seen Forrest Cain murdered, returned to Atlanta on a train two hours later. This is the story he told to a policeman, a detective and The Georgian reporter. Farnsworth’s Story. “I thought Forrest Cain had some thing to do with the disappearance of Gordon Kelly, so the next time he left town I determined to trail him. I had my chance this morning. We got off at a little station tn the Blue Ridge about 30 miles from Pew Creek. A cracker was holding a horse for him and as that was the only horse in the com munity I couldn’t follow him. I got out of cigarettes and suffered hour after hour until about 8 o’clock I heard a freight train coming and at the same time I heard the pounding of horses’ hoofs. Just as the train Was pulling by the man jumped from his horse and seized a grab-handle. At that instant a pistol was fired from behind and the man with a terrible screech fell under the moving cars. I went to him and struck a match. It was the lifeless and mangled form of Forrest Cain. I looked toward his assassin. He blew out the light before I saw his face and the inky darkness thoroughly concealed him. “Why did you shoot him?” I asked. “ ‘None uv your damned business,’ he drawled in smooth, even tones. You walk down the track and don’t yer come back here in less than fifteen minutes, or you will be lying by that damned cur. Then* you all kin do what yer damned wanter,’ he added. “When I went back he and the horses were gone and I took the next train to Atlanta.’’ The Deery family were shocked u say the least, but Mildred felt strangely re lieved, somehow. A posse of men were put on the mountaineer’s trail. He warf caught dis tilling whisky, but not until he was fatally wounded. In the few remaining hours of his life he told his story of the past few weeks. GHAPTERXLV. G ORDON KELLY, the baseball idol, at bat, and the bases full. The White Sox "fans’’ let out a groan that almost drowned the wild cheers. Bill Smith thought he could distinguish Whisky’s shout above all the din. Whisky was certainly doing his duty to Kelly, and as the noise died down a little he began to speak: ’Dat’s him! Dat’s him! Sho as I’m a libbin, dat’s him! Marse Gordon goin’ ter win dat game fer de Red Sox! He kin do hit! He gwine do hit!” • At the conclusion of this oration the people cheered again, at least, all but the White Sox. Bill Smith was proud of Whisky. Kelly, having selected his bat. stepped to the plate in his Ansonlike pose. Big Ed Walsh bent double, determined i to put every ounce of his strength in the speed of that ball. "Would Kelly hit it?” was the ques tion on every tongue. He Did Hit It! Yes! He did hit It! When his bat j crashed into that ball it sounded like a j cannon. Never had such a hit been made! The ball soared away out of reach of all hands. By the time the right fielder picked it up Kelly and the three men before him had scored. The previous cheers seemed trivial to the one that now shook the Polo Grounds. “He done hit! He done hit! But he show am a mysterioso!’’ shouted Whis ky. The next man was retired, but the Red Sox had won! The crowd demand ed an explanation of how he learned to play ball In such a marvelous manner when he stoutly declared he never had seen a ball game nor played in one before his arrival in Atlanta Stahl shoved him out in the center and said: “Now, tell us all about it!" Gordon, seeing no way out of it, began speaking: “Well, ladies and gentlemen, it’s very simple. I lived in my mountain home, surrounded by every luxury. I desired to play baseball, but had no comrades. My diamond was laid off according to the regulations. A correspondence school taught me what a curve, drop, strike, foul, etc., was, and 1 made a machine that would hurl balls of all kinds to me. I learned to bat that way One of my servants chased the ball. 1 had another machine that I could touch as I left the home plate, that started I it; as I returned I touched it again, ; that stoped it, and l could tell how | long I had been. I could bat my balls straight up in the air or use my pitch- | lng machine to learn to catch. All my j other knowledge I gained from the cor- j respondence school and from the news papers.” Gordon Back Home. The cameras and reporters sure j were busy that afternoon! And when one snapped Gordon with Elmer, El- j mer’s joy was complete. They remained in New York several j days. Gordofi went to see his uncle and he showed Gordon and Elmer all j around. Mildred wrote them about the death of Forrest Cain and she waote some thing else to Gordon that made him j go into an ecstacy of delight. She had told her parents of their engagement and neither disapproved. Mildred knew her mother had something to do with bringing her father around She told him he could tell Elmer about it and that young man was happier than Gordon, if it were possible. Gordon soon came to Atlanta; their happiness was complete. In his sweet musical voice Gordon sang "Lips o’ Poppy” to Mildred with her arms wreathed around his neck. “Gordon, sweetheart,” she murmured. “Honeybunch,” he whispered. Ten Commandments for the Summer Girl <*36 By DOROTHY DIX W HEN thou farest forth for thy Summer vacation direct thy footsteps wisely, for what shall It profit thee to fish ever so cunningly in the waters In which no fish abide? Verily, I say unto thee, that, though there be mountains that touch the skies, or sapphire seas, or swelling hills, nr dimpling vales, yet 1b all scenery abomination and a desolation, and a Summer resort be comes as sounding brass and tinkling cymbals, if so be no eligible man abides thereat. 2—Consider thy apparel, for fine feathers make fine birds, and no maiden with the glad rags is as homely as the Lord made her. Yet be not extravagant In thy dress, lest some youth shall flee from thee, say ing: “Wherewithal shall I get the •cads to doll such a one up In the similitude of a fashion plate to which she is accustomed?” 3—Before thou disporteth thyself In the Ovean, consider what manner of figure and of hair nature hath be stowed upon thee, and w’hether thou lookest when thou art wot like a mer maid or a drowned cat, for what shall It profit a maiden to dry her locks on the sands If so be she hath only three hairs on her head and look- eth like Winter underwear after it hath shrunk in the wash? 4—P ropitl ate with fair words the old carts that Look Before knit pink sweaters on the hotel gal lery lest they arise and rend thy repu tation and tear it limb from limb, for lo, the wagging of their tongues la even as a perpetual motion machine, and the things that they do to a char acter are a-plenty. 5—Also slight not the homely girl who art a wall flower, for many such are possessed of handsome brothers, And eke of male relatives with 1913 cars, who shah arrive in due season, Despise Not the Fat Man. and to whom she shall present thee, and so shalt thou reap thy reward. 6— When the musicians smite upon the band of an evening in the ball room, dance not at all unless some man asketh thee, for, behold, there are many sad sights in the world, but none so woesome as the spectacle of two maidens turkey trotting together and attempting to wear on their coun tenance the look of one who rejolceth. 7— When a youth treateth thee to Ice cream soda boast not to him of some other man who fed thee on champagne and terrapin, for by so doing thou makest him feel like a cheap skate, and he will pass thee up when he get- eth up the hay ride or the trolley ex cursion. 8—As thou art strong, be mercl- Vou Bathe. fuL Consider that at a Summer hotel there are seven times seven women to one man, and that the poor youth that thou nail- est hath already flagged seventeen mountains, and gathered four bushels of wild flowers and visited Lovers' Leap, and read poetry nnd rowed boats, and played golf, and danced millions of miles with other maident before thou earnest, and he is a-wears and fain would rest. 9— Desipse not the fat man whos< architecture is built after the- mannei of a bay window Say not unto him, “Go up, thou bald head,” for verily he may be a widower, with house! and lands, and automobiles, and jew els wherewith to endow a wife. 10— Avoid the snapshot fiend wh« taketh amateur pictures as thou wouldst pestilence or sudden death, for such a one shall take thee una ware with thy head on a manly breast, or a strange arm about thee, and. although it causeth the merry ha-ha at the time, peradventure thy fiance, to whom thou showeth it at home, locketh in a sense of humor. 11 Fish Cunningly. Do You Know 1 AM HUNGRY TO-DAY’S COMPLETE SHORT STORY It is stated In the report of the Marconi International Marine Com munication Company for 1912 that 700 ships of different nations, exclusive of shins of war, are now fitted with Marconi wireless apparatus. A rifle bullet may be flred through a pane of glass, making a hole the size of the ball, without cracking the glass. If the glass be suspended by a thread, it will make no difference, and the thread will not even vibrate. Household Suggestions Palmer’s Skin Whitener Will Bleach Your Skin Its effect Is marvelous. If you want a clear, soft, fair skin, try It immediately. We guarantee It pure and harmless. Postpaid^ 5 £Anywhere All Jacobs’ Stores And Druggists Generally. The best method of keeping small screws, brads and tacks from rusting is to place them in small, wide mouthed bottles, tightly corkPd. The bottle should be perfectly dry before using. Sandpaper can be kept dry and in good working condition by rolling it and keeping it in a wide mouthed jar and screwing down the lid. When cream is only slightly sour it may be made delicious to serve with puddings, etc., in the following way. Put it into a basin with the juice of a lemon and tablespoonful of sugar, and whip until quit£ stiff, j This treatment makes it excellent, I and increases the quantity at the l same time. A S we came out of the fashionable restaurant a pale, thin man came toward us. He tottered with faintness as he held out his hand and said: “I am hungry.” Verdier put his hand into his pock et, took out a large silver coin and gave It to the beggar. “You are very liberal.” I remarked. “Do you know what it means to be hungry?" he asked. No. Do you, perhaps?” 'Yes. I do. and I will tell you about It. You know I was poor when I flrsr carrie to Paris, and had a hard strug gle to get on. How hard neither you nor anybody el«e ever knew I woke up one morning in August depr* ,3ed and hungry, more hungry than I can I describe. I had tasted no food since the morning before. I did not have a f»ingle cent, and everything that I could pawn w’as gone. I did not know j a single person who might assist me. I rummaged through all my pockets and found nothing but a cigarette. “I lit It and went out. I walked through the streets, full of despair, seeing no way out of the misery. As the day passed my hunger grew and I grew more and more faint and full of bitterness. Sho.’Id I really decide to beg? Yes. Wh not? My Ideal? of morals were darkened by the shadow which dimmed my eyes. “I caught sight of an elderly gen tleman. tottered toward him raised my hat and in a low’ voice confided my secret to him: “ ‘I am hungry.’ “He looked at me for two seconds. Then he shrugged his shoulders and said: His Answer. “ ‘Then you had better drink no more to-day.’ “I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. “Clos'e by was a restaurant, from which came an appetizing smell of cooking. How it happened I do not know’, but a moment later I was sit ting at a table Inside. Shortly after ward an omelette stood before me. but only two minutes, then it was gone. Then the waiter served a steak. I realized what was happening and I was seized with fear. I had no money to pay, and I thought the waiters ana guests were staring at me with sus pecting eyes*. . “Just then somebody slapped my shoulder. “ ‘How are you?’ “I turned around and sa*w a pretty young woman, stylishly, perhaps too stylishly, dressed “ ‘What can I do for you. made moiselle?’ I asked. ✓ “‘You don’t seem to remember me.’ “I searched my memory and sud denly I knew. She was a young woman I had met once before at Maxima's in gay company. “ ‘Lili,’ I exclaimed. “Shq sat down next to me. His Dilemma. “ ‘How kind of you to invite me for dinner.' she said. “The waiter suddenly became very polite. He stood patiently, smiling, waiting for my orders. All confused I ordered what Lili asked for. Then the fear returned. “ You don’t look happy to-night,’ Lili remarked. "I was too nervous to answer. “ Are you sick?’ “ ’Yes. it feels very close in here.’ “What was I to do? Should I pre tend to have lost my pocketbook? The trick was too old—nobody would believe me. Should I tell Lili that 1 had not got a single cent to pay W’ith? “Just then Lili got up and took a powder box from her bag. “ I will be back in a moment,’ she said. ‘Keep an eye on my bag, please.' “She went out. "Looking around to make sure no body was observing me. I opened her bag with trembling fingers and took a five dollar bill. "Yes. my friend. I really took it Then I paid and w’e left. Lili took my arm. “ Will you please see me home?' she asked. "When I entered her apartment everything turned black around me. but mastering all my energy I over came my faintness and said: “ ‘Lili, I was dying w’ith hunger. I could not have paid and they would have had me arrested ’ “She stared at me coldly. I w’ent on: “ ’Then I took $5 from your bag.* “’What do you say?’ “I saw the terrible change in her —the cruel expression in her eyes. Trembling with fury she searched her bag. " My money! My money!' she sc reamed. ‘I will send for the police.’ “I tried in vain to quiet her. She screamed louder still. I wanted to run away, but she opened the window and screamed: ‘Police!’ “I jlimped at her, thr^w her dow’n on the floor and squeezed her throat together with my hands. She turned purple in the face; her eyes bulged. Thirty seconds more and neither she n«>r I w’ould have been allwp to-day. ( “And that might all have been avoided If the elderly gentleman had given me a few pennies “Now perhaps you will understand my generosity toward a man who says that he is hungry.” An eminent doctor says that he has | found a c yclist’s pulse to beat as high as 250 times a minute immediately after making a fast mile. This illus trates the danger of ‘‘scorching.” The boots worn by a professional diver weigh twenty pounds each. Th* helmet weighs forty pounds, and the diver also carries eighty pounds ad ditional weight. Lions and tigers are too weak in lung power to run more than half a mile. The custom of throwing rice at weddings originated In China. There are nearly 2,000 stitches in a pair of handsewn boots. Up-to-Date Jokes Servant (from the floor above)—Me mistress sayp as will ye let your daughter sing this afternoon? Lady (much pleased)—Why, cer tainly. Tell your mistress that I am glad she enjoys it. Servant—Yes, mum, she expects a visit from the landlord this afternoon an’ she w’ants some excuse for askin’ a reduction in rent. Globs—I admire a man w’ho rays the right thing at the right moment Dibbs>—So do I. particularly when I'm thirsty. FRECKLE-FACE Sun and Wind Bring Out Ugly Spots. How to Remove Easily, j Here's a chance. Miss Freckle-Face, to try a remedy for freckles with the guarantee of a reliable dealer that It will not cost you a penny unless it removes the freckles; while if it does give you a clear complexion the ex pense is trifling. Simply get an ounce of othine— double strength—from Jacobs Phar macy ajid a few applications should show you how easy ft is to rid your self of the homely freckles and get a beautiful complexion. Rarely is more than one ounce needed for ths worst case. Be sure to ask the druggist for the double strength othine. as this is ths prescription sold under guarantee of money back !f it fails to remove freckles. The Difference. 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