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College
• Conservatory
Marriage and Happiness
By DOROTHY DIX
“Give Me Long Distance”
By NELL BRINKLEY
Copyright 1913 by International News
Service.
Is the real emblem of domestic |
felicity the prize fighter'* mitt, and !
no: the dove of peace ’
• 'an hutbiinds and wives really be |
too polite, too considerate, and tool
atn lab's **
Is the perfect husband or v% if*- not
to be desired, after all?
Th* 4 average married couple would |
answer these questions b\ saying that I
nobody knew, because no man or
woman had ever achieved his or her
ideal mote. He or she might have I
thought he or she was getting thi« |
wonder a; the time of the marriage,
but later on—say five years after
ward—well, that's n different story. I
and a sad one. friends.
Undoubtedly we are all in the way |
of thinking that the reason that mar
rlage is so often a failure is because
gh < ontrai ting part |
only shy on a large proportion of the I
domestic virtues, but they are also
slurt on patience, and civility, and
tact, and the most elementary re
gard for each other's rights and per
sonal liberty. When we see the way
in which most husbands and wives
tree: each other we are no' surprised
at the sound of breaking and rending
of inatrlmon'al bonds that we hear
all about us. We are amazed thut
any couple remain tied together.
It appears, howevgr, hat you can
overdo, a good thing even in matri
mony. and that a husband and wife
«an be too perfect, as witness the
case of a prominent young couple of
actors, who have just separated bc-
cause they found an ideal marriage
too dull to be endured.
The Same Kind.
This young man and woman were
of the kind of people who take life
seriously. Before they were married
they had long heart-to-heart talks
in which they discussed the duties
and obligations of husbands and
wives, and formulated a plan for
making matrimony a grand, sweet
song.
They dr»-w’ up a list of things that
they would do and would refrain from
doing, and pledged themselves never
to speak a harsh word, no-yer to an
swer back when the other spoke hn-
pHt! ntly, never to provoke a quarrel,
nev-r to be jealous, or unreasonable,
or moody, or grouchy, but to be al
ways tender, affectionate, consldc r-
h e, patient, forbearing and so on
In short, each was to be a pin
feathered angel, and their home was
to be a Ivaven on earth, but Instead
this ushering In a domestic millen
nium as they antieipa'od, each soon
begun to be bored stiff, and to long
»o make a few dents In the perfec
tion of the other. Bife became In
supportable It was like living on a
«'*' of nothing but chocolate creams,
or In a climate where there Is never
an
thing but sunshinp, and
so
the
v ; -
tints of
the l
too much |
jerf ?e
(ion
in
mnn iagr
Hie petitioning the oo
lilt*
o
dive Pee 1
1 em.
Fb*- case
< an
hardlv be e
o field
ered
in
t light
of an h w ful waruing,
l»e-
ii
there
are not many i»«
*ople
who
' ri
• on the
side
of being
loo good.
Fu
It ”n;'0'r
tedly
hard av t
he fa
tilty
t»-
■ bfuri or
w if#*
is to endure
. the
per-
* i
; one would
be si 111 worse,
for
hpr • is ro
thing
in Heaven
or earth
hi
, t 1 < mo
re ex
asperating
than
the
individual that is always right, unless
It is th«* person who remains cool,
cairn ami collected while you are a
seething volcano.
It Is not in humanity to endure per
fection. especially in Its mate, and
that is wh\ the wife of a man who ’.**
an example in the community always
wears a meek, dejected look, while
the husband of a superior woman >
a sight so abject that it brings tears
to the hardest eye"
The Successful Wife
It is al«o to he observed that the
wom*n who are the happiest and the
best loved wives are almost Invari
ably poor, weak. faulty ere at urea, who
waste th f, !r husbands' money on fin?
clothes and good times whereas the
wives who do their duty by their
familie s by economising and working
and going shabby. never get any
thank* for It. It in also discouraging
to masculine virtue for men to ob
serve that the most adored husbands
are those* whose- wives are kept busy
forgiving them things
As a matter of fact, most of the
theories about married life don't
work out in real experience. For in
stance. wives are advised that the
wav to keep a man nailed to hi* own
fireside i* to be always amusing and
entertaining and dressed up, and to
chat gaily with husband of an even
ing, and to p'n? and play for him and
keep something going all the time,
fan anybody imagine anything more
horrible than such a home, a home
that was an understudy of a mus'c*
hall and a w'fe that leapt nimhlv
from Mtuclevllle stunt to vaudeville
stunt ?
What you want with a home is a
placo where you enn take off your
coat and your collar, and sit on the
bark of your neck, and be quiet, with
out having to talk or to be talked to.
or to have to listen with a polite ex
pression of an interest you don't feel
Certainly to be married to a woman
who would read aloud to you, or
render a few operatic selections when
VOU were dead tired ought to entitle
anv man to divorce on the ground of
cruel and unusual punishment.
And. equally objectionable would he
a husband who was mirh a perfect
gentleman that he alway** made hi*
wife fee] ns If she must have on her
best frock and her company man
ners. and before whom she could
never perm’t herself the luxury of
appearing In a kimono, and saying
what. wn« really on her mind.
A Mystery.
Outsiders often wonder at ths win
of the family spat It is so perfectly
useless and so easily avoided. Thev
can not *t*e whv the wife should not
have kept s'lent on the topic that !*•
like waving n red flag before a mad
hull to introduce to her husband's no
tice. Nor can they *pe why the man
hadn’t prudence eno *gh to turn away
anger with a soft word.
The real psychology of the domes
tic quarrel i« that nature Is trying to
Infuse a little ginger into domesticity
to keen it from getting too monoto
nous anil so cloying on the domestic
palate. A good round quarrel is the
thunderstorm that clears the atmos
phere and bring fresh ozone into the
family circle.
The immoral of all of which Is that
it Is fatal to try to be too good a
husband or wife.
John Has a Garden
iS
OHN Is a very intense man."
said the woman In the laven
der dress who h**d lust or
dered lea. "Whatever he does or
buys or thinks is the ltimate limit
of that particular thing When he
wanted to have a flower garden I
forgot his peculiarities and so l
neglected to head him off. It seemed
to me then that growing green stuff
was a harmless form of amusement
and would give me lots of time to
lake my mind off from worrying
about John.
“He nearly had brain fever through
trying to plant an acre of things in a
apace 30 by 50 feet. Having room for
ten penny plants, he bought twenty.
When the 30 larkspur plants arrived
he found that lie ha'd space for fif
teen. It was the same way all
through the garden.
“However, these that 1 have men
tioned were only minor annoyances.
“What 1 am getting at is that posi
tive revolution of our manner of liv
ing that followed his discovery that
the scheme of nature included in
sects. At least we started out by
culling them Insect*, but we ended
by using the briefer and much more
emphatic term. bugs.
A Promising Stage
“John's garden had reached the
promising stage where there were
tiny. v ard little buds on everything
and he was terribly excited, imagin
ing what it was going to look like
presently and was pluming himself
on the result of Ills toil when he hap
pened to investigate a fuchsia bud
that had withered unaccountably.
“I’ll never forget the sight of my
husband In that awful instant.
“First he shot right up in the air
about ten feet, then he waved his
arms and choked and immediately
beat his chest and howled for rue
Believe me. I ran It 1* a terrible
things to be married to a man for
several years and then discover that
he is a victim of spasms' But such
was my experience
“‘John!' 1 gasped as soon as I
could speak. 'Where is the pain?'
“‘Pain?’ John bellowed 'It was a
spider! 1 smashed him! A measly,
little gray spider. Millicent. has eaten
off the stem of that perfectly good
fuchsia bud! And it would have
bloomed to-morrow!' John was star
ing at the blasted bud In his hand
‘Book out!’ he yelled as I toppled
over against the fence in m> relief
Vou’ll break those lilies '
“Then John did another war dance
He had discovered two devour ng m-
* ects on his lilies. He killed them with
a murderous rage and then petted
those lilies scandalously. If he had
rescued his child from a man-eating
tiger* he couldn't have gone on worse
“From that time on he becani,. a
prowler. He was up at dawn chasing
srav spider*, black spiders and t""' 1 '
spiders, not to mention furry cat*-
pillars and cutworms and beetb ~
Ob. I know cli about them because
he had to have some one to tell his
sorrows to and what is a perfectl>
good wife for but to unload troubles
•upon?
*•' > ould be sinking back into slum
ber w >n sudden'’ I would woke up
• i h a Abri^k and find John dangling
|u«t sb* vp mv nose something that
vk r'§ x ■ ‘ took, Millie ent ' he would
gay. VVhst do you suppose this kin 1
of bug is'.’ I found it tm the honev
suckle vine* and nine of the buds are
gone! Confound it!' Then he would
clutch the bug firmly around th.-*
throat and shake it till It* teeth rat
tled while I crawled under the bed
clothes. ur he would rush in bringing
a lot of mud on his shoes which hg
would leave on my rose-colored rug*,
and in a quivering voice would re
port that he hud slain 23 beetle* that
were engaged in making terrible hav
oc amid the petunias.
Irritated.
“The abundance and variety of buys
continually irritated John. He pass >d
rapidly from a atate of amazement
to one of constant rage. No matter
where he was he would stare sudden’y
and make a grab for a shadow or a
shoe button or a dangling *trlng. and
then would apologize and explain that
he ibought for a minute the object
was another kind of bug.
"'Whv ar» there so many kinds?'
he would ask. helplessly. *A fellow
just nets used to seeing one kind o'
caterpillar and looking for 1t and
meanwhile six other varieties are eat
ing th'ngs up right before his eves’
"He hunted bugs hours before
breakfast, and he spent his evenings
in tile garden with a lantern becaus
, there were some kinds of bugs thut
I were more easily caught then. Dur-
; lag the few moment* that he devoted
j to Ids meals he road book* on bugs *r
j frowned over plans to exterminate all
biles at one fell swoop by germs *r
compressed atr.
“The day he told me that he had
[ counted up to dale 341 different kinds
of bugs in his garden 1 saw that
something had to be done. So I ac
cepted the Fishers' invitation to go
traveling with them for six weeks —
and we start to-morrow. John nearly
passed awa\ when 1 broke the news
of his impending departure to him.
but he Is partially reconciled now. for
he has hired a man to do nothing hut
kill bugs in his garden the rest of the
summer."
1 BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
One of the Greatest Mystery Stones
Ever Written
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright. 1913. by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“Very likely.”
“Dr. B Mr. Gryce now remarked.
"1 want time."
"Good!" was the reply, “and how
much ?"
"Well, that I can not tell. Maybe
hours will answer, and maybe I shall
want days. There is all*her past his
tory to learn, and where she was on
that short vacation to which the land
lady alludes If you want to get at
the truth, postpone you# inquest a lit
tle I won't let the matter drug."
“I see; Gryce is awake, and all be
cause of a look."
"Bess things than that have sent a
man to the gallows before now. Intri
cate locks have small keys."
“And you hope to open this one?"
Mr. Gryce’s cuff-button flashed. It
had received a glance which recalled
the day* when Mr. Gryce's glance meant
something.
■Nell Brinkley Says:-
* * L I EIJX), DANNY—hello—hello!
1 A (live me long distance please.
What i Yes, this is the fellow who’s
making his pile—out here where the
hills come down from the snow'of the
Sierra Mad res to dip their feet in the
sea. I 'm boosting land, I am. It's a
great country, Dannv—just a little
piece of heaven that got nicked off
and fell and stuck here by the Pa
cific. Of a morning the far snow is
a glow of rose. At noon the poppies
lit* in the fields like yellow banners
across the lulls, and morning and
noon and forever. And forever the
mermaids rinse out their lace petti
coats on the coast—in indigo water
and suds. It’s a long line I want. At
lanta town! From the blue sea to
the gray. My heart’s a-crying for
her so, she surely can hear it there.
It's the prettiest girl in town I want.
The sweetest little fellow in town.
She's using new thought on my pile
and keeping a warm heart for me.”
Hello—Danny—hello—hello!
Give me long distance, please.
Is this the girl who’s so just “plum-
sweet"
That she's a snare for the honey
bees ?
A CLEVER MAN’S CHOICE IN WOMEN
Do You Enow--
Queen Wilhelmina is immensely
wealthy in her own right, and has
settled upon her husband $5,000 000
The interest of this sum. about
ooo a year, will be strictly his own.
A railway servant at Tivoli, Ita y,
who earns $30 u month, ha- received
information that by the death of an
uncle in Buenos Ayres he becomes
the inheritor of a fortune of $5,000,-
000
The r ord for brevity in wills is
sare!y held by F. »\ Thorn, who, be
ing ' iddenh struck down with 111-1
ness
in
1906. was just able to scrlb-
ble t
w erds.
"AH for mother." an !
add
lv*
initial
s. This will was held
to b<
i» \ H
lid.
A
ihoi
'gh hi
his eight\ -fif h yea 1 .
Ma •’
k A
11. well
know n as a redestra ' ,
has
just
• mi
’♦‘led a 3.000-mile walk
in n
inet
v - ore
da' « Hr did it for a
wax
er <
>r $3oo
. \vhf< h he lost, as lie
look
on
*- t! a v
too long to accompli*:!
his
AM going to marry a beautiful
woman." said the clever man,
"and a good woman, and 1 don’t
care whether she can spell c-a-t, cat,
or d-o-g. dog, or not.
"The stupider she is the better;
women are so comfy when they are
stupid—they are like nice soft cush
ions. always so pretty to see. and so
nice to lean against.
"I’m tired of clever people, tired of
bright women, tired of intelligent *
companionship. 1 want to be com
forted; 1 don't want to be stimulated.
"Marry now ? N<>: not just quite
yet. I’m not ready just now. but in a
few years, when I’m through with
things. I’ll marry—somebody pretty,
mmebody dull, somebody sweet tem
pered. and then I shall have a fami
ly-tall sons and pretty daughters —
. lever boy* and good girls—and 1
shall sit back and watch them grow
up. and tell my wife what to do. and
what not to do. and my sons and 1
will have a good time laughing at the]
pretty sisters and the kind, sweet- \
tempered mother, and life will be jus. j
as it should be."
And the clever man did what so!
few clever men ever do—he kept his \
w ord.
He knew clever women and pretty
women and good women, and rich •
women and poor women and young
women, and middle-aged women and
old women, and women as slim as wil
lows and women who thought of
themselves as "Junoesques."
Five years ago he married, just as
he said he would, a beautiful, arnia-
ble fool. Yesterday I saw the clever
man and hi.'* beautiful wife. There
were two children—a very ugly, very
lively, very interesting, very clever
little girl, with her fattier’* high fore
head and her father’s stubborn mouth
and her father's awkward gait. Ana
there was a very handsome, very dull,
very slow-witted, very timid little
boy, with his mother* weak mouth
and his mother’s almost silly smile.
And the clever man was madly in
love with his ugly daughter, and was
doing his best to spoil her, and the
stupid woman was desperately devot
ed to her stupid son. and they were
all four very happy, much to the dis
gust of several very much interested
people who had been hoping all along
that the clever man would see what a
mistake he had maae. and would be
very, very miserable.
All of which goes *o show what fun
it must be to be a novelist and have
people happv when they ought to be
instead of when they are.
The man's theories about women?
They haven’t changed a particle. "I'm
glad my daughter is 'lever," says the
clever man. "1 don’t have to marry
her.” Wouldn't you like to shake
him?
Facts and Surmises.
TV /T ^^NEY's indignation against
IVI the detective, Harrison, did not
last long. Once relieved from
the constraint of his superior’s presence,
he showed himself so respectful and
considerate that her prejudices were
soon vanquished and he had more than
one opportunity to approach that quar
ter of the room over which she had
promised to hold such a Jealous watch.
But as It was. he had no soonar be
guiled her into conversation, than some
movement of the doctor attracted the
good woman's attention and stopped, the
flow of speech into w’hich she had been
betrayed. And once when he thought he
was really on the point of learning some 1
important fact, that same grave and
determined individual boldly interfered
with the remark that Mrs. Olney had
better not tire herself, as she would j
need all her strength to answer the cor
oner’s questions on the morrow.
It w’as, therefore, with something like
relief that in the early morning he heard
the bell ring and saw the coroner enter,
followed by a woman whose kind, moth
erly face did not deceive him as to the
part she was to play in this drama. The
long struggle with the severe, gloomy-
browed doctor, who had the faculty of
making his presence felt In a heavy, op
pressive kind of way. even when he did
not speak or appear to hear, was over
at last, and he w'ould now have the op
portunity to gather such fragments of
information, as he knew would be ac
ceptable to Mr. Gryce.
But for some reason or other it was
destined that he should not shine in
this affair. Though he had a merry
time downstairs and went in his search
for knowledge as high as the room in
which the unhappy girl had lodged, he
gleaned but little of Interest; so that
when Mr. Gryce came, he had really
nothing to report beyond the slight fact
of which I have already made mention.
When, therefore, the elder detective
announced to the coroner that he had
all the girl’s past history to learn, he
was stating nothing but the simple fact,
and it was to this task he addressed
himself as soon after leaving that offi
cial as circumstances would permit.
His first attempt succeeded as well as
could be expected. Mrs. Olney receiving
him in real character with as good a
grace, and telling him all she knew in
as candid a spirit as if he had not so
basely played upon her credulity the
evening before.
The Story.
Her story as volunteered to him and
doubtless to the coroner before him, was
as follows:
Mildred Failey was an orphan, her
widowed mother having died about a
month before in the very house and in
the very room w’hich she herself was oc
cupying at the time of her own untimely
end.
This mother was a very attractive
woman of the gentle, retiring type,
whose melancholy eyes told of a life of
mingled love and sorrow. Her daugh
ter. who had appeared to idolize her,
sacrificed everything to her comfort,
and it was mainly on account of this
mother's ill health that Mildred worked
so hard at a trade manifestly beneath
her capacity and breeding. For Mrs.
Farley had been brought up in luxury
and had many w’ants which could only
be satisfied by means greater than those
! usually acquired by a young girl In Mil-
I dred’s position. But work and sejf-de-
nial will do much, and Mrs "Farley
| never had any reason to complain. Nor
with her death had Mildred’s exertions
ceased. Though the necessity for such
severe labor seemed to be past, she had
shown no disposition to indulge her
self. From early morning till late at
night she had sat at her work, finish
ing one beautiful dress after another, till
Mrs. Olney was fain to believe that she
had some new object in view and would
ere long unite her fortunes with those
of her fellow-boarder, the doctor.
But though the young people were to
all appearance very good friends, meet
ing constantly at table and frequently
in the parlors as well, the anxious land
lady was soon assured by the physician’s
abstracted and reticent air. and. as she
thought, by Mildred’s uniform look of
Indifference, that her .fond desire was
not to be realized. When, therefore,
Mildred informed her one morning that
she was going away for a little visit,
the good woman never thought of the
doctor In connection with her departure,
nor did she then or afterward harbor
any suspicion that her bright young
boarder was contemplating marriage
with any one—least of all with him.
If this busy girl bad broken in upon
her usual habits, he had not; nor was
there anything in his bearing or con
versation to lead her to suppose that
he meditated any change in his mode
of life.
The news of their proposed marriage,
with the tragic developments which had
immediately ensued. had therefore
awakened In the whole household the
greatest feeling of surprise: nor could
Mrs. Olney, for one. realize that the
young and blooming girl upon whom the
labor and sorrows of the last few months
had left scarcely a trace, had sue
cumbed In a moment to the tempta
tion of suicide, no matter by what sick
ness she had been seized
“I know that folks are taken dreadful
sudden sometimes." the old lady re
marked at this juncture. “But I can
not reconcile such an end with what I
knew of Mildred. It isn’t in keeping
wdth her character. If she had loved the
doctor more or hated him more I could
perhaps have understood it. But she
was healthy in body and soul, a frank
young, hopeful girl, and l don’t see ’’
She said no more, but her lips took a
grim line and Mr. Gryce perceived that
his suspicions, vague as they were, were
not altogether unshared by this warm
hearted woman and true friend of Mil
dred Farley.
The Examination.
He therefore started with good hope
upon a Itne of questions by which he ex
pected to reach some clew that would
help him to the end he felt rather than
saw before him. But though his skill
w’as great, the result was meager, and
after a lengthened conversation the
only facts he thought worth recording
in his mind were these:
That there had certainly been some
thing peculiar in the young girl’s ac
tions of late; a certain reticence about
her w’ork for instance, such as she had
chance word or petty revelatte* be *••
pet ted his clew, not from the oped de
tails which every one kr.^w.
His next interview was with the wom
an who had come wdth the Coroner and
whom he, as well as Harrison, recog
nized for an expert female detective.
She had taken Mrs. Olney’s place beside
the dead girl, and from her he hoped to
gather a fact about which he was very
anxious.
XVell. .Mrs. Roberts,” he exclaimed
upon seeing her, "did you get the line I
sent you?’’
“I did, sir.’’
“And what have you to say?” *
“That you are all right. There is a
mark of fresh paint on the back of her
gown between the shoulder blades.”
Mr. Gryce drew’ a deep breath ex
pressive of great satisfaction. “I
thought so,” he cried. “And what was
Its color, Mrs. Roberts; to a shade,
njind?”
"As near as I could judge in the light
I had, it was brown, but of a very bright
and peculiar tint.”
“Right again. I am much obliged to
yqu. very much obliged to you. Does
any one else know about this spot?”
“Not to my knowledge.”-
“Very good; It Is immaterial. ’Twill
talfp more than one of us to discover
where the paint came from I imagine.”
From Mrs. Roberts he passed to* the
servants and from them to Mildred’s
room. All these investigations had been
made by Harrison, but in a mysterious
matter like this Mr. Gryce trusted to no
one’s inspection but his own. As a re
sult he added the following paragraph
to his list of facts:
That this young dressmaker’s time
was not entirely devoted to .sewing.
On her table were various books of
study, all bearing the marks of use, and
in the desk, which contained nothing
else of Interest, was a copybook full of
French phrases, evidently wriGen by
her hand.
He confiscate*^. leaf of this book.
Late Evidence.
A WEEK had passed and Mr. Gryce
h\ is again closeted with the Coro-
ner. From his appearance he
had not met wdth the success which he
had anticipated in this matter; but then
who could tellt anything from Gryce s
appearance!
never before displayed. Though she j “You have finished your inquiries,"
ha-d made several handsome dresses observed the coroner. “Well, who aie
during the last month (as the scraps ; your witnesses?”
lying about her room sufficiently testi
fied), she had never shown them to her
landlady as she had previously been ac
customed to do, but kept herself and
them locked up In her room till the
time came for taking them home. And
yet the/*e dresses were certainly for
other people and not for herself, she
having been seen carrying them out in
a great box many times during the four i gested?”
weeks she had kept herself such a pris- | “What were they?
oner.
That the person for whom they were
destined was rich, for she came several
times to be fitted, and always in a car
riage.
have done
“Rather, who are yours?
nothing.”
“Nothing?”
“Nothing that will be of any assist
ance to you. Either I am getting o'd or
this is a particularly unproductive af
fair. I can make nothing out of it.”
The Coroner looked disappointed.
“What, with all those points you sug-
There was a veil
found clinging to her garments which
was a different me from that she wore
out. But wnat is a veil? A piece of
gauze cut from a length of similar
material. Nothing traceable there. All
That the place to which Mildred had I could do w’as to make certain that she
gone on a visit was not known to her did not buy it during that evening at
landlady, nor as far as could be learned any of the stores. Where she did get it
to any one else ia the house. 1 I can not say. It was impossible to
That Mildred was invariably well and *" in 4 ^
had never to all appearance stood in r e ' we '
need of a doctor's prescription. ! The refu 8 ,! whlch she sou S ht af,er
That Dr. Molesw’orth had been Mrs. !
Farley's physician and in this way seen
much of the daughter. But that he had
| leaving the hotel is a mystery; conse-
| quently the place of poisoning, and the
circumstances under which the poison
was taken or administered. The most
never appeared to take advantage of careful investigations have been made
this fact, nor could Mrs. Olney recall ; Every spot known to the police where
,he least token of an existing affection LTL'U'Vr^a" SleFe&ni&O.
between them. If lovers, they had been but to no effect. The house, if house
very circumspect, too circumspect as it , she entered, was a private one, and,
now appeared; such seeming indiffer- ; 8UC * 1, we c ,j*. n locate it by
... „ open measures. The inquest will have
ence could cover nothing good. take place."
That contrary to their usual open re- |
lations they had been seen just once j
whispering together on the stairs. But
even then it was not as lovers whisper, I
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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That no one in the house ever linked
their names together in speaking of
them; nor were they ever the subject
of jokes among the boarders.
A poor array of seemingly unpro- |
ductive facts, it is true; but Mr. Gryce
W’as not discouraged. It was from some
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