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@ Come, Mr. Man, Confess:
If the Children Described You as “The Man Who Scolds Mother,” Would It Fit? •
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A THRILLING STORY OF
SOCIETY BLACKMAILERS
How a Beautiful Young Girl Was Snared by
a Spider, Who Held a Letter Showing She Had
Been Deceived Into a Mock Marriage.
How the 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 Name
Cleared, and How She at Last Is Joined to the
Man She Loves.
THE MESSAGE FROM “THE SPIDER.”
Begin This Great New Serial To-day
A Thrill in Emery Installment, a Punch in Emery Chapter
(Novelized by)
From the plav by George Sear-
P'rnugh. now being presented at tbe
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York
Ferial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.)
VE told von that I don’t
» > >
love yon!
And I’ve told Father
on you do!”
Oh. T hope you didn't do
t. Captain,” cried the girl
xiously.
^ ho could tell—thought she—just
at this fearless, frank, fascinating
oldier 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 . . .
"as irrevocable. He had airily re-
"J;—of course, but I
"ill revoke, it.”
I did,' said he, in that, glowing
Voice, touched with a wee bit of a
brogue that voice that played on
ter heartstrings with torturing
sweetness and precious pain. "I told
- he Father, indeed 'Twill be a com-
you get used to it l”
A comfort to me'.’" asked the girl.
Her very heart leaped to her great
der qray eves whenever she looked
thjs wonderful soldier who loved
• He looked so safe—and she was
mtifully unsafe.
‘omfort to you.” said Hol-
Ye
R ASKED
FOR INFORMATION
(hich Was Promptly Dis
closed and She Lost
No Time in Profit
ing Thereby.
Miami, Okla.—"One of my nelgh-
ors," says Mrs. Hannah M. Turlev,
f this town, "came to my house last
[ k and said: 'Mrs. Turley, wh.it
“ you take, to help you so quickly?*
told her it was just Cardui, the
J'Aman’s tonic, and she said: 'I wish
lfK >ked as well as you do.’ I toll
f er lf she w °uld only get $5.00 worth
J ,f Cardu{ > and take It, she would. So
r ' sent llnr husband to town to get
' ardui, and commenced taking It.
P he looked so pale and sick all the
j m< i, it :s beginning to look better
dready.
s to ^ ow it helped me—I suffered
F >ul 5 years, with womanly trou-
■ nd became so weak and nervoJ®
I ''Ould suffer such pain every
I that I thought at times I would
Was ln such condition that I
l,dn 1 do m y work half of the time,
"ou.d have awful smothering
1 husband bought me a fu»i
' tn ^nt of Cardui ($ bottles) and
ruthfullv say that after I took
aM b °ttle I was well. Am en-
ke best of health now, and am I
na nkful to Cardui.”
[_ ardlji f °r your trouble V 1 |
never regret it. Begin to-dav. I
>ur nearest druggist.
ept ,^r’hJMa' te to: Indies’ Advisor? j
n ° ga tILJ 100 ,* 8 Medicine Co.. Chat - i
--.a’ ^ • , f ° r Special Instru»:tions.
: en K KAT T. ook ’ ‘ Home Treatment for
Advt ln pIain wr »PPerr on re-
brook. A quizzically tender smile lit
his merry brown eyes. ‘ Dark days
whe.i I’m away and you’d give any
thing in the world for a sight of me
you can jyst run over to Father
Shannon and talk about it to your
heart’s content."
The girl looked up from the great
golden divan where she sat—herself
all brown and gold like her father’s
library, but she was touched
to the splendor of springtime by a
flushing 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 happiness?
"Shall 1 be so forlorn—when you
are away?” she asked lightly.
"I hope so—and tell Father Shan
non about it—tell him all that you
tell me." .
"I’ve told you that I don’t love
you."
"Yes. but you can’t tell untruths to
a priest.” said the ever ready Irish
man. "Tell him all you tell me—and
tell him all you—don’t tell me!’’
Aline 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?” * r
"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 me. 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 breath, the
dilation of a nostril meant the dif
ference sometimes between friend
ship and death. I’ve judged men not
by what thev say, but by what they j
look when they say it, and so I’ve ;
judged '-mi. Your words have toVI
me that you did not love me: that
my hope was hopeless; that you
wouldn't marry me, but ”o»r face—
the soul that crept into your eyes—
told me you do, and I’d $take my
life on it.”
There was a pause, an eternity' of
heartbeats in ten seconds of time.
"Let’s not discuss it, please— j
please.’’ said the girl at last in a
tone of muffled pain.
"T don’t want to discuss it, and
I don’t care what it is. little lady—I
only want you to know that what- j
ever it is means nothing to me, must
mean nothing to you!”
The girl looked at him—dumb
misery turning slowly to trust, to
a ra!lance 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? Can any wom
an tell the'man she loves—tell him!
She dropped the receiver.
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 you 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
Captain Holbrook seized it. “No-
Captain Holbrook!” she cried.
-the message was for me,
shame and pitiful blundering'.’ The
moment passed—the machinery of
time clicked remorselessly on, and,
taught 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. Aline’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-
dre1 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 byOwenDavis
[Novelized by!
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by
William A. Brady.—Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
He crossed the room and laid his
kandkerchief 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 I didn’t
know when I was 16."
She rose wearily.
You said you didn't blame me. You
said no decent man could. You said—
well maybe Dick won't blame me!'
' Kitty.” said Kenneth, “sit down.
' \Ve’ll have to get calm. This needs a
bit of thinking over.”
‘ You asked me to marry you, Ken
i told your sister I was to be your
wife. You said if you met the man
you d make him pay. Well, you've met
hin -and you're making me pay Noth
ing has changed l am still the girl
loved—the girl you asked to marry
you.”
Kitty spoke slowly, gently, measuring
her effects.
But she went too far.
The still quiet she had thought meant
her triumph ceased. The boy leaped to
his feet—and began pacing the room.
He spoke in deep disgust. "It Is dif
ferent now You must see that. I
couldn't marry you—surely you wou'd
not want to marry me—now that we
both—know’!”
Kitty began to cry again
"No! I suppose you’ll go and leave
me now—like he did!”
The boy shuddered. Then a thought
forced itself Into his mind. Suppose
his father had left him here to test his
manhood by the reparation be 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 words Kitty
had said to the father on his first reck
oning day—a month ago.
"You’ll make it all up to me, Ken.
You do love me?”
The boy answered almost gruffly.
"No! Not that way! Not what you
mean, Kitty. I'll be your friend I'll try
to help you—I—I—Well, the Nelsons owe
you something!” he concluded with such
unconscious humor that Kitty came near
spoiling her w’hole effect by one wild
laugh of hysteria.
The bey winced. She had flicked him
on the raw.
"That's true. Ken. He never does
forgive He quit me cold when-- j
when- ” Kitty almost added truth
fully, “w’hen your mother found out ”
But she recollected her pose of injured
innocertce 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 Potter, who was
just letting In Adolf’s assistant with the
luncheon that had been ordered so gay-
Iy for "36” less than two hours ago.
Enthroned behind the “Filet of sole."
Kitty eyed Dick Jauntily when he ar
rived in time for fhe “big eats” a few
minutes after Kenneth Nelson had
started off to try to earn the where
withal to pay for that luncheon.
’"Come on in, Dickie, boy I'm pretty
hungry, hut 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
jjize.”
The Old Friend.
“An’ when the kid's out tryin' to get
someone's goat, we frolic—eh, Kitty?—
frolic like lambs. Say. I guess that
would buy me a laugh in the big small
time. Yes? Yes?”
"Ye Yus!” said Kitty, amiabiy “You-
couldn't buy me a small taxi ride away
from the cah driving style of one James
could you. Dick?”
"I could buy a longer ride than that,
Kitty, if I was to be a fellow passen
ger.”
“Come 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 w^ek 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, ami I can’t afford to keep one,”
he cried impatlentl}’. ‘‘Work without
wages Is all right but work without
food doesn’t amount to much. Well,
I’ve all the months to fill I can af
ford ”
Habit, necessity and the need of
some love be St 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. Ke nneth? For instance, Mr.
I*o ” began Potter, but finished with
an abrupt good-bye as Mr. la? Roy—
smiling, complacent, well-fed, appeared
in the door for his morning greeting.
"Not going away to leave us. Potter?
And whither away, Kenneth hoy?” he
remarked cheerily, arranging hat and
•stick on the piano, and preparing to en
joy a little of his own vocalization.
To Be Contir^^d To-morrow.
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 tono becajne a bit formal.
"What 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
Captain Holbrook came close—
strong, protecting, and with desire
| to help, to handle this situation,
whatever it was, in every taut nerve
and muscle. A line seemed to gal
vanize into strength—into the desire
| for secrecy, for concealment at the
j consciousness of his presence.
"Oh, oh; but I cant talk to you
I now r ! "No, no! I'll call you later,
j 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
light from a candle. She wa.T pale,
and terror and mighty agitation
seemed coiled about her very heart
The Telephone was still in her white
hands. t
The Struggle.
Captain Holbrook seized it- -and
suddenly pouter 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!”
"Rut that man is a blackmailer, a
human sp der! Don’t go near his
web. I think he is responsible 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
I 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 1 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 I 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 w r ere 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 fche 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, witli the great emerald pin her
father. Gordon Graham, had given his
girl wdfe w’hen their soon-to-be-moth-
erless bairn was born.
Those Ki Harney roses had come
from Holbrook, and a smile, half sad,
half mirthful, was borne on Aline’s
face when she pinned them ln place
with her mother's emerald. For when
II ol brook had heard the story of that
great green stone, he had said: “That
is prophetic! You were born to marry
an Irishman"’
Hut the girl knew that six 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 thf* 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 I^ancashire 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 to work soon—
eh?”
“Wot!” exclaimed Ben, while a look
of great surprise spread over his coun
tenance. “T^eave a big house and a
grand garden like this to coom back to
work! Mon, dost tha think Ah'm wrang
in my head?” i
HaveYou Decided AboutThat Christ
mas Present for HIM?
Tell the Readers of The Georgian Just How You Are
Going to Solve the Gift-giving Problem This Year.
\ n*
n ,hR
FLOOD of letters e«mie in
e 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
offer suggestions. Surely they
are giving SOME thought to the
f present which they are going to
give the wdfe 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 w’hat they can get, and
not what they want.
One little wdman 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 geing to knit her
husband half a dozen pairs of
good, old-fashioned wool socks.
That sounds might}* good. He’ll
appreciate them twice as much
as if she bought th*m ready
made, because every time he puts
them on he'll think of the loving
fingers that fashioned them.
Christmas time is the season
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 be
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 best
short letter telling what is the
most useful gift for a husband,
one $10 gold piece
Three warads 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 (or a. husband to
give his wife. To the husband’s
letter that is adjudged the best
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 Lea Davis:
A man forgpts 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 I>ea Davis:
T suggest as the most appro
priate <*hristmas gift for my
husbund a year’s subscription to
The* peorglan. 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 iike 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 my satisfac
tion and that of my wife. I am
going to give her a kitchen cabi
net—one that is «*«nitary and bug
proof. It will cause her to think
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’G.
Live Oak. Fla.
LOOKING AFTER HIM.
Miss Mary lw?a Davis:
Let a wife look after her hus
band’s clothing; sew the buttons
on, etc. That’s the best Christ
mas gift. MRS. H. R. W.
Montgomery. Ala,
WEARING APPAREL,
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
We should give our husbands
something to show w r a think of
their comfort as well as a mere
Christmas token. Let the gift
be a book, wearing apparel or
jewelry that they can wear every
day in the year.
MRS. BELLE J.
Birmingham. Ala.
A BIBLE FOR HIM.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I will give my husband a Bible
for hiq Christinas and will In
duce him to rend it. I don't
think I could get him a more
suitable present.
. .MRS. KVA M. S.
Lanett, Ala.
A VICTROLA.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
1 would say that a handsome
' letrola would make a nice gift
for one’s husband, and a person
mlaht 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 tile nicest
< hrlstmas present for a husband
would be a watch or a shaving
s «- MRS. J. W. R
Atlanta, Ga.
VACUUM CLEANER.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I ant 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 Lea Davis:
I think a year’s subscription to
Tbe Georgian and Hearst’s Sun
day American would be the most
useful present for a wife to give
a husband, as most men enjoy
reading the dallv news
MRS. LILLIAN K.
Atlanta, Ga.
A WIFE’S SAVINGS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Husbands usually have to pay
for all the presents anywav and
I think a nice gift of a wife to
her husband would he money that
she had saved during the year A
present of this kind would be ap
preciated for the sentiment It
contained, because husband would
know that she had dented herself
in order to have the gift ready
Christmas morning.
Atlanta, Ga. GLADYS F.
A YEAR'S SUBSCRIPTION.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I suggest the most useful
Christmas gift for my hueband
would be one year’s subscription
to The Georgian.
Atlanta, Ga. MRS. H. O. J.
A LOUNGING ROBE.
Miss Mary Lea Davts:
My husband shall have a. psfr
of bedroom slippers and a loung
ing or bath robe for his Christ
mas. They are both inexpensive
and durable. MRS. JOB IC
Atlanta, Ga.
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