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Come, Mr. Man, Confess: If the Children Described You as ‘ The Man Who Scolds Mother," W ould It Fit? W ))(( ^ /A\ IN d/ TTnIF il 11 ILL Tsjr How a Beautiful Young Girl Was Snared by a Spider, Who Held a Letter Showing She Hatl Keen J)eeeived Into a Mock Marriage. How tiie Girl in a Frantic Attempt to Save Herself From Everlasting Shame, Stabbed Her Torturer and Was Arrested for Murder. How She Was Finally Freed and Her Xante Cleared, and How She at Last Is .Joined to the Man She Loves. Begin This Great New Serial To-day A Thrill in Every Instailment, a Punch in Every Chapter (Novelized by) • From the play by George Scar borough. now being present <»<i at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York Serial right* held and copyrighted by International News Service > WE told yon that J don't I love you!" "And J ve told Father Shannon you do!” "Oh. I hope >ou didn't do that, Captain ' cried the girl anxiously. Who could tell—thought she—Just what till* fearless, frank, fascinating soldier of fortune, this “world-man,” this adorable “wild Irishman,” whom she dared not learn to love, might do? She had told him twice that her de cision not to marry—ANYONE . . . was Irrevocable. He had airily re plied: “Irrevocab*.—of course, but I will‘revoke it.' I did," said he. in that glowing Voice, touched with a wee bit of a brogue—that voice that played on her heartstrings with torturing sweetness and precious pain. “I (old *tUe Father Indeed. ’Twill be a com fort to you when you get used to it!” *‘A comfort to me " naked the girl Her very heart leaped to Her great tender grav eyee whenever she looked on this wonderful soldier who loved her. He looked so safe—and she was so pitifully unsafe. “Yea. a comfort to you,” said Hoi- NEIGHBOR ASKED FOR INFORMATION Which Was Promptly Dis closed and She Lost No Time in Profit ing Thereby. Miami, Ok la One of my neigh bors.’ nays Mrs. Hannah M. Turlev, of this town, “came to my house last week and said: Mrs. Turley, what I did you take to help yot so quickly? I told her It was just Cardui, the womans tonic, and she said: 'I wish I looked os well as you do' I td! 1 her if she would only get $5.00 worth of Cardui, and take It. she would. So she sent her husband to \pwn to get the Cardui, anti commenced taking brook A quizzically tender smile li: bis merry brown eyes. “Dark days when i'rn away and you'd give any thing In the world for a sight of ine. you can Jus' run over to Father Shannon and talk about it to your htart’s content.” The girl looked up from the great golden divan where she sat-—herself all brown and gold like her father’s great library, but she was touched to the splendor of springtime by a Hushing pink in softly molded cheeks and by a tender light of love In gray eyes that said: “Yes, yes,” while schooled lips ever said her lover* nav. Why was Aline Graham afraid of love? Why did she deny it—refuse it—and reject her right to happineee? “Shall I be so forlorn—when you are away?” she asked lightly. “I hope so—and toll Father Shan non about it—tell him all that you tell me." “I’ve told you that I don’t love you.” “Yes, bm you can't tell untruths to a priest." said the ever ready Irish man. “Tell him alt you tell me—and toll him all you—don’t tell me!" AIIno grew serious. She seemed almost afraid of the man to whom her eyes had been raised with such message of trust In their depths. “What —what do you mean by that Captain ?” “Why—Just that—'there’s some mental reservation working against me—In your mind—some thought or memory that's an enemy to your heart—and me. Please don’t inter rupt me. I know you love ine, Aline. If I hadn’t known it, refusal number one would have been enough for me. . . .All my life I’ve lived where the quiver of a. lash, a brea/th, the dilation of a nostril meant the dif ference sometimes between friend ship and death. I've judged men not by what they say, but by what they look when they say it. and so I’ve Judged '*nu. Your words have told mo than you did not love me; that my hope, whs hopeless; that you wouldn’t marry rne, but “our face — the soul that crept into your eyes — told me you do, and I’d stake my. life on It." There was a pause, an eternity of bean beats in ten seconds of time. “Let’s not discuss it. please— please,’’ said the girl at last in a tone of muffled pain. “I don’t want to discuss it. and 1 don’t care what it Is, little lady 1 only want you to know that what ever It is means nothing to me, must moan nothing to you!" The girl looked at him—dumb misery turning slowly to trust, to a rail ft nee of knowledge that here was the very summit of Joy and per fect love—that if she trusted, too; If she broke the silence of six long years all might yet be well with life and love. Could she tell him? ('an any wom an tell the man she loves tell him A THRILLING STORY OF SOCIETY BLACKMAILmS ’ with an earnest concentration as he had been giving to ignoring a con versation that was not for him. A puzzled look came into his face. “You want my father? Me? Do I know you, Mr. Flagg?” Her tone became a bit forma!. ”\Vhat is It, then? Oh” She became tense—rigid, almost, as she listened. “No! no! That is not true, sir!” For a moment the girl seemed to be on the verge of utter collapse. Hysteria threatened to overcome her. (’aptain Holbrook came close— strong, protecting, and with desire to help, to handle this situation, whatever it was, in every taut nerve and muscle. Aline seemed to gal vanize into strength—into the desire for secrecy, for concealment at the consciousness of his presence. “Oh, oh; but I cant talk to you now! “No, no! I’ll call you later. Good-bye!” She dropped the receiver and rose quickly, abruptly, struggling to hide some great feeling; the joy had been . snuffed out from her face like the I light from a candle. She was pale, arid terror and mighty agitation seemed coiled about her very heart. The Telephone was still in her white hands. The Struggle. She dropped the receiver. Captain Holbrook seized it. “No—the message Captain Holbrook!’’ she cried. was for me, freely and frankly of horror he need perhaps never know? Her lips part ed, her eyes grew misty like great stars of a mid-summer night. “Ah, say everything or nothing as you like -so long as vou look straight in my heart with your lips half open like that.” "I have already spoken to your papa." went on the Captain with a return to his merry Irish humor. “You’re a quaint soul," said Aline. The moment passed. she would not speak now. What need to tell? Who could buy love with the story of shame and pitiful blundering? The moment passed—the machinery of time clicked remorselessly on, and, caught in its web of wheels and cogs. Aline was whirled to her reck oning. The Wrong Time. A merry heart’s jest- the jingle of a telephone bell and a life gone out. The long arm of circumstances seizes on moments like this—moments when honest confession almost clears the tangled web of fate. Holbrook Jested at a crucial mo ment. A line’s mood changed—and the telephone broke the slender thread of understanding. Grim death and grimmer life must follow. “Hello—yes, this is Miss Aline Graham.” said the girl idly into the telephone. She had said it so a hun dred time before, and might a hun dred times again—unless the spider’s web enmesh her beyond all hope. "Who? Flagg—Mr. Hudson? Oh, Mr Judson Flagg. Yes?” She spoke indifferently—but at the mention of Flagg's name Holbrook instantly became alert and attended THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York Adapted from the Big Broadway Success by Owen Davis >1 8he looked so pale and sick all the time, but is ? beginning to lool k better (1 already al lu “As to ho \r it helped me—1 suffered for about years, with woman .y trou- BC bles. and be came so weak and nervous and would suffer such pain every month that I thought at times I would die. Was in such condition that I couldn’t do m> .and would hi spells. “My busbar reatment of r \ the last bottij- 1 work half of the time, ■** awful smothering bought me a tun ardui (6 bottles) and that after I took well. Am en f the !ast ix-tt^c I wa well Am en- j sajd no decent tnai ink and "C/ ' jf- iuipVtent' ; 1 • and am |y^ nm .L’\ 11 ^ uy’s headquarters. 113-11;" Now* Pryor street, we find that the safe w as a fireproof Her* ing-Hall-Marvin containing one of their celebrated burglar-proof cheats which has al ways stood the test.—(Advt » Ask your neighbor about Daisy Gem Block.Then call us. Carroll & Hunter. | Novelized byl (From ('win Davis’ play now being pre sented ut tlie Playhouse, New York, by William A. Brady -Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT He crossed the room and laid his handkerchief on the pillow In which Kitty was burrowing her head Kitty caught his hand and pressed it : to her tear-wet cheek. “Kenneth!” she said “Kenneth! I suppose you want me to go now. I’ve nowhere to go. I’ve got nobody—no body but Dick. Maybe he'd understand , maybe he'd not want me always to go on paying for for what 1 didn’t know when 1 was 16.” She rose wearily. “You said you didn’t blame ftie. You 1 no decent man could YJnu said— won’t blame me!” Kenneth, “sit down, to get calm. This needs a • < ung Me. CHRISTMAS JOY ',°£ y“, is all year joy wiien the gift Is a the mar Kodak. The Kodak gives thfeu’ve met opportunity for that moat inter- eating of all stories*—a picture > story John L. Moore & Sons are \ the Kodak headquarters. 42 North ) Broad street. Kitty spoke slowly gently, measuring her effects. But she went too far. The stUl quiet she hail thought meant her triumph ceased. The boy leaped to his feet and began pacing the room. He spoke In deep disgust. “It fs dif ferent now You must see that. 1 couldn’t marry you—surely you would not want to marry me—now that we both know!” Kitty began to cry' again. "No! T suppose you’ll go and leave me now—like he did!” Tl\o boy shuddered. Then a thought forced Itself Into his mind. Suppose his father had left him here to tesft his manhood by the reparation he made. So he could pay his awful debt /to his father! His hysterical, half-crazed mind seized on the idea. Reparation? “No’ I’ll stick!" said Charles Nel son’s son. Those were the jwords Kitty had said to the father on Ms first reck oning day—a month ago. a “You’ll make It all vf to me. Ken. You do love me?” I The boy answered almpst gruffly "No! Not that way! I Not what you mean, Kitty. I’ll be your friend—!T1 try to help you—1—1—Well.‘the Nelsons owe you something!” he concluded with such unconscious humor that Kitty came near spoil!!** whole affect by one wild laugh of'fiT, E T of The boyf lfled of his appoint- on yv» ra»J, rnt land auctioneer. £oth- i IT* Wf /lmmvt’aJ eiy OeorgiA politics, and is one of the candidates in the W’agvross primary to be settled December 6. / fully, "when your mother found out.” But she recollected her pose of injured innocence In time and finished her sen tence- "when he was tired of me.” She went on: “He hates me now—you struck him before me, and for me. Oh, Ken, what will become of me? My friends will cast me off—your family has cast you off!” “I’ll take care of you I’ll go look for work- and mother has not cast me off yet!” The boy tried to meet his situation— but he could not face Totter, who was Just letting In Adolf's assistant with the luncheon that had been ordered so gay- !y for ”36” less than two hours ago. Enthroned behind the “Filet of sole,” Kitty eyed Dick jauntily when he ar rived in time for the “big eats” a few minutes after Kenneth Nelson had Started off to try to earn the where withal to pay for that luncheon. "Tome on in, Dickie, boy—I’m pretty hungry, but I guess there's eats enough for two if one of ’em goes it mild. The kid’s out lookin’ for a little job—boy's size.” The Old Friend. “An’ when the kid’s out tryin' to get someone’s goat, we frolic—eh, Kitty?— frolic like lambs. Say. 1 guess that would buy me a laugh in the big sma” time. Yes? Yes?” “ *'XsK**'' sa,( * Kitty, amiably. tea, to-morrow 50-oent bottle of “Call Figs. which has dlreo children of all ages printed on the botle. terfeits sold here. $o Get the genuine, mat Fig Syrup Company.7 f * Kitty, if 1 w as to be a fellow passen ger.” 'Tome on, then,” said Kitty. And she started a new chapter in her records. But for Ken it was the same old chap ter- with the pages still written In a language he could scarcely understand —with the print growing dull and old. A long, weary week passed. Work seemed to elude him. His letters were unanswered—-even his mother seemed to have forgotten him. After a week lack of funds forced him to drive Potter away—much against that “good and faithful servant’s” will. “Oh, I don’t need a chaperon—now— Potter, and I can’t afford to keep one,” he cried impatiently. "Work without wages is all right—but work without food doesn't amount to much. Well, I’ve all the mouths to fill 1 can af ford.” Habit, necessity—and the need of some love—be it false or true, bound him to Kitty -and Kitty semed to con sider Dick and Jim a part of her en tourage. "Couldn’t you dismiss some one else instead. Mr. Kenneth? For instance, Mr. Le ” began Potter, but finished with an abrupt good-bye as Mr. Le Roy— smiling, complacent, well-fed. appeared in the door for his morning greeting. “Not. going away to leave us. Potter? And whither away, Kenneth boy?” he .remanded cheerily, arranging hat and • stick oft the piano, and preparing to en joy a little of his own vocalization. To Be Continued Tc-morrow. ' * t Captain Holbrook seized it—and suddenly power came to Aline’s nerveless fingers. She found strength to click the receiver back into place— to cut off the enemy from whom the captain would have defended her. “No—the message was to me—Cap tain Holbrook!” “But that man is a blackmailer, a human spider! Don’t go near his web. I think he is resx>onsible for that announcement of our engage ment in to-day’s paper—the an nouncement which broke my heart when I had to tell people it wasn’t true— the announcement of which your father thinks I know more than 1 admit. Don’t you see, the man has given you a bit of notoriety you don’t welcome already. He’s preju diced your father against the man you will marry—some day. Aline! Let me handle this—whatever it is!” But whatever it was Aline had heard from Judson Flagg, it had placed her weary miles away from Holbrook. She answered him coldly. "No—if I need advice, Captain Hol brook, I shall ask—my FATHER for it.” “Will you?” Aline nodded. “Good! You couldn't do better!” said the man, gracefully evading her intended snub. She extended her hand coldly and finally. “Good-night! ” “Good-night!” said Holbrook, lin gering. “PLEASE go." “I will * • * Remember 1 love you * * * and there’s nothing in the world you can’t ask me to do. Ah! I’d like to ask you again this minute to mar ry me.” "Oh. please go!” cried the girl. “1 must be alone. I must—think.” But in moments of greatest tragedy one may not be alone. Suddenly Aline remembered that Father Shan non and Chief Dempster were to dine with them that night. The church— the Secret Service—and her own father was District Attorney for the United States! Church and State! And the girl whose own rash deed of six years before had made her feel an outlaw arrayed against both cler gy and the law must don an evening gown and dine with these powers— when all she longed for was to be alone, to think how to defeat the powers of evil that were threatening her. The Mask. She was a fair hostess to her father’s guests, and they never dreamed what harvest the poison seed sown years gone by would bring the slender, white-clad girl that very night. The pink flush of fever in her cheek was matched by two Kil- larney roses she had fastened at her belt, with the great emerald pin her father, Gordon Graham, had given his girl wife when their soon-to-be-moth erless bairn was born. Those Killarney roses had come from Holbrook, and a smile, half sad. half mirthful, was borne on Aline’s face when she pinned them in place with her mother’s emerald. For when Holbrook had heard the story of that great green stone, he had said: “That is prophetic! You were born to man-v an Irishman!” But the .girl knew that rIx years ago she had put it out of her power to marry any man—unless—ah! to night must give her light. And Aline did not guess that to-night might doom her forever to deepest dark ness—to prison gloom: So the fair young hostess was at heart a trembling and turbulent wom an with a world-old sorrow turning her veins to ice. To Be Continued To-morrow. He Wasn’t So Silly. A young Lancashire mill worker had a mental relapse, which resulted in his being sent to the county asylum. After he had been there a few- weeks he was visited by one of his fellow workers, who came across him In the grounds. “Halloa. Benny!” said the visitor, “how’s that gettin’ on?” “Oh, Ah’m goln’ on first-rate, thank ye,” answered the afflicted one. “Ah’m very glad to hear it, lad.” said the visitor, pleasantly. “I suppose you’ll be cornin’ back work soon— eh ?” “Wot!" exclaimed Ben, while a look cf great surprise spread over his coun tenance. “Leave a big house and a grand garden like this to coom back to work! Mon. dost tha think Ah’m wrang in gay bead?” HaveYou Decided About That Christ mas Present for HIM? Tell the Readers of The Georgian Just How You Art Going to Solve the Gift-giving Problem This Year. A FLOOD of letters came in the mail to-day. Some of them contained really ex cellent suggestions regarding what Christmas present a hus band should give a wife, or what a wife should give her hus band. The vast majority of these letters were from women. I'd like to see more of the men otter suggestions. Surely they are giving SOME thought to the present which they are going to give the wife on Christmas morning! If they haven’t de cided, it's about time, because they are likely to get caught in the eleventh-hour rush, and then, likely as not, they’ll have to take what they can get. and not what they want. One Jlttle woman made an ad mirable suggestion. She is go ing to earn the money with which to buy her husband’s gift this year. Lots of sentiment there! No matter what she gets him he’s bound to think a great deal of it, as it will represent a certain amount of sacrifice on his wife’s part. Another wom an says she Is gelng to knit heT husband half a dozen pairs of good, old-fashioned wool socks That sounds mighty good. He’ll appreciate them twice as much as if she bought them ready made, because every time he puts them on he’ll think of the loving fingers that fashioned them. Christmas time is the seasor. of sentiment—or should be, and I like to have a little sentiment in that matter of gift giving Send in your letters: mak them short and pointed. None will considered after December 18, be cause I want to decide whose suggestions are best and send the successful contestants their gold pieces In time for Christ mas. Let me repeat the offer To the wife who writes the be? short letter telling what is the moat useful gift for a husband, one $10 gold piece. Three w a rads of $5 each will be given the wives whose letters are adjudged the next best. Also, I will award the same prizes to husbands who write brief letters outlining the most appropriate gift for a husband to give his wife. To the husband’s letter that is adjudged the besrt the writer will receive a $10 gold piece. Husbands who write the three next best letters will re ceive, each, a $5 gold piece for their thoughtfulness. Send your letters addressed to MARY LEA DAVIS, Editorial Department, The Atlanta Georgian. FOR A PHYSICIAN. Miss Mary Dea Davis: A man forgets he has received a gift which is not seen or used constantly. For my husband, who is a professional man, I have a new desk chair, which he will use daily, a pennant of his favorite lodge, a small but “high powered” vest pocket flash light and a leather collar bag. These, with a box of cigars of his own selection, will content him. MRS. C. M. W. Westminster. S. C. SUBSCRIPTION TO PAPER. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I suggest as the most appro priate Christmas gift for my husband a year's subscription to The Georgian. He has been a regular subscriber to the paper since its first issue and his chief pastime—one he seems to get the most pleasure out of—is reading the paper at night by our fire side. MRS. J. A. A. Lawrenceville, Ga. A COMFORTABLE CHAIR. Miss Mary Lea Davis: My husband works steadily from early morning till evening, and is very tired when he comes home for the night. Nothing seems to rest him like a comfort able chair and the daily paper —The Georgian preferred—so I shall give him a large chair in which he can recline, a pair of bedroom slippers and a year’s subscription to The Georgian. Valdosta, Ga. MRS. J. N. D. A KITCHEN CABINET. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I have 'solved the Christmas present problem to rny satisfac tion and that of my wife. I am going to give her a kitchen cabi net one tMar is sanitary and bug proof. It v 111 cause her to thin* of the giver every time she uses it, as all articles for ordinary cooking are within her reach without taking any extra steps. W. R. M’Gk Live Oak, Fla. LOOKING AFTER HIM. Miss Mary Lea Davis: Le? a wife look after her tone bann s clothing; sew the button* on. etc. That's the best Christ mas gift. MBS. H. R. W. Montgomery. Ala, WEARING APPAREL Miss Mary Lea Davia: should give our husbands something to show we think of the r comfort as well as a mere Christmas token. Let the gift be a book, wearing apparel or iewelry that they can wear every day in the year. MRS. BELLE J. Birmingham, Ala. A BIBLE FOR HIM, Miss Mary Lea Da via? I will give my husband * BfWe for his Christina* and will in duce him to read it I don't think I could get him a more suitable present. MRS. EVA M. R Lanett, Ala. A VICTROLA. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I would say that a handsome v ictrola would make a nice gift for one’s husband, and a person might search the world over and not find a gift that would bring so much pleasure to every mem ber of the family. West End. MRS. A. N. K. WATCH OR SHAVING SET. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I would say that the nioesi Christmas present for a husband would be a watch or a shaving set. MRS. J. W, R. Atlanta, Ga. VACUUM CLEANER. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I am fully convinced that to a woman who has to battle with the problems of housekeeping a husband could not make her a more helpful and strength-pre serving present than a vacuum cleaner and sweeper combined. Tallapoosa, Ga, MRS. G. C. A NEWSPAPER. Miss Mary Leo Davis: I think a year’s subscription to The Georgian and Hearst’s Sun day American would be the most useful present for a wife to give a husband, as most men enjov reading the daily news. MRS. LILLIAN K. Atlanta, Ga. A WIFE’S SAVINGS. Miss Mary Lea Davis: Husbands usually have to per for all the presents anvway and I think a nice gift of a wife to her husband would be money that she had saved during the vear. A present of this kind would be ap predated for the sentiment if contained, because husband would know that she had denied herself in order to have the gift read.v Christmas morning. Atlanta, Ga. 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