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@ Come, Mr. Man, Confess: If the Children Described You as “The Man Who Scolds Mother,” Would It Fit? • — — NL 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. CHICHESTER S PILLS . THK PI'MO'D URA \ U » Rdtebl. SMD BY DRUGGISTS EVERVH'HFK Maxweii House Blend The same high standard of quality that has made Maxwell House Blend Coffee famous. *.nx. H-ib.. i-ib. Air Tight Can later* Ailr your grocur for It Cheeh-Neal Coffee Co, Naalivllla Nontten lacifinvMto