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# Lome, Mr. Man, Confess: If the Children Described You as “The Man Who Scolds Mother,'' Would It Fit? # •T] MAGAZINE A THRILLING STORY OF SOCIETY BLACKMAILERS Have You Decided AboutThat Christ mas Present for HIM? Tell the Renders of The Georgian Just How You Are Going to Solve the Gift-giving Problem This Year. A FLOOD of letters came in the mall 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 present which they are going to give the wife on <‘hristma» 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 th*5' want. One little 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 ii will repreeent a certain amount of sucriAce on his wife’s part Another wom an says she Is gelng to knit her 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 bough' them 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 1 like to have a little sentiment in that matter of gift giving. Send in your letters, mak them short ami pointed. None will be considered after December 18. be cause T 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 w r rites the best short letter telling what is the moat useful gift for a husband, one $10 gold pierce Three waradst of $n 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 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 forgets he lias 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: Mv 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 my satisfac- net—-one that is sanitary 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 Ivea 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. \V. Montgomery. Aia. WEARING APPAREL. Miss Mary Lea Davis We should give our husbands something to show we 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 his Christmas and will in duce him to read it. I don't think i could get him a more suitable present. MRS. EVA M S La nett, Ala. A V1CTROLA. Miss Mary Ia*a Davis: I W.iulci say that a handsom, \ lotrola would mak, a nlca sift for one’s husband, and a person might search the world over and not find a gift that would bring art much pleasure to ovary mem ber of the family. West End. MRS. A.. N. K. WATCH OR SHAVING SET. Miss Mary Tata Davis: I would say that the nicest I'hilstmas present for a husband would be a watch or a shaving set. MRS. J. W. R. Atlanta, Ga. VACUUM CLEANER. Miss Mary Uea. 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- servljig present than a vacuum Cleaner and sweeper combined Tallapoosa, Ga, MRS. G. C. A NEWSPAPER Miss Mary I.ea Davis: 1 think a year’s subscription to The Georgian and Hearsfs Sun day American would he the most useful present for a wife to give a husband, as most men enjov reading the daily news MRS. LILl-IAX K. Atlanta, Ga. A WIFE'S SAVINGS. Miss Mary Lea Dnvis: Husbands usually have to pay for all the presents anyway and I think a nice gift of a wife to her husband would be money that site had saved during the year. A present of this kind would he ap preciated for the sentiment It contained, because husband would know that she had denied 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 Christinas gift for my husband would he one year's subscription to The Georgian. Atlanta, Ga. MRS, H. O. J. A LOUNGING ROBE. Miss Mary Lea Davis: My husband shall have a pair of bedroom slippers and a loung ing or hath robe for his Christ mas. They are both Inexpensive and durable MRS JOB K. Atlanta, Ga. CHICHESTER S PILLS the diamond bba.no. i»iaW>nn BRAVd‘pfLLi, for uo years k no*n» as Beet. Safer Always Reilabto SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWMFM Maxwell House Blend TEA The same high standard of quality that has made Maxwell House Blend Coffee famous. I low a Beautiful Young Girl Was Snared by l.i spider. Who Held a Letter Showing She Had Hr ii Deceived Into a Mock Marriage. How the Girl in a Frantic Attempt to Save IL i self From Everlasting Shame, Stabbed Her Torturer and Was Arrested for Murder. How She Was Finally Freed and Her Name Clcr.ivd. and How She at Last Is Joined to the Man She Loves. 'HE MESSAGE PROM ‘“THE SPIDER.” Begin This Great New Serial To-day A Thrill in Entry Installment, a Punch in Every Chapter (Novelized by) rC i From t he play by George Scar- irougn. now being presented at the ,'i.irt>-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial' rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TE told you that I don’t love you!” “And I’ve told Father •Shannon you do!” “Oh, 1 hope you didn’t do ! that. Captain,” cried the grirl anxiously. Who could tell—thought she—just what this fearless, frank, fascinating soldier of fortune, this “world-man.” this adorable “wild Irishman,” whom I s he dared not learn to love, might do? She liad told him twice that her de cision not to marry—ANYONE . . . was irrevocable. He had airily re plied: Trrevocra^e—cf o+vree, but I will revoke it” "I did,” said he, in that glowing Voire, touched with a wee bit of a brogue—that voice that played on her hearts’, rings with torturing sweetness and precious pain. "I told the Father, indeed. ’Twill be a com fort to you when you get used to It!” "A comfort to me?” asked the girl. Her very heart leaped to her great tender gray eyes whenever she looked on this wonderful soldier who loved her. He looked so safe—and she was so pitifully unsafe. ‘ Yes. 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, Okla.—“One of my neigh bors," says Mrs. Hannah M. Turley, of this town, “came to my house last week and said: ‘Mrs. Turley, what hi you take to help you so quickly?’ I told her it was just Cardui, the woman’s tonic, and she said: ‘I wish I looked as well as you do.’ I toM if she would only get $5.00 worth °f Cardui, and take it, she would. So she sent her husband to town to get he (’ardui, and commenced taking U. She looked so pale and sick all the ir ne but is beginning to look better al ready. As to how it helped me—I suffered for about 5 years, with womanly trou- ^ es * an d became so weak and nervous and would suffer such pain every m °nth that I thought at times I would f ^ e - Was in such condition that I ouldn’t do my work half of the time, and would have awful smothering spells. My husband bought me a fua treatment of Cardui (6 bottles) and 1 can truthfully say that after I took he last bottle I was well. Am en- •toylng the best of health now. and am w > Hiankful to Gardui.” Tako Cardui for your troublv. Yin w111 never regret it. Begin to-day. Yak your nearest druggist. |T. -Write to: Ladles' Advlforj ■ • Chattanooga Medicine Co , Chai- ■OH Tenn • for Special Instructions. M nag. honk, ■ Home Treatment for ’’test. —Advt. sent in plain wrapper, on re brook. A quizzically tender smile lit his merry* brown eyes. “Dark days when I’m away and you’d give any thing in the world for a sight of me. you can just 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 great library, but she was touched to the splendor of springtime by a flushing pink in softly molded cheeks and bv a tender light of love In gray eyes that said: "Yes. yes." while schooled lips ever said her lover nay. Why was Aline Graham afraid of love? Why did she deny it—refuse it—and reject her right to happiness? “Shall I 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!" Altne grew serious. She seemed almost afraid of the man to whom her eyes had been raised with such message of truet 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 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 look when they say it. and so I’ve judged ”r»u. Your words have to’d me tha.t you did not love me; that my hope was hopeless; that you wouldn't marry me, 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 heartbeats 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 I don’t care what it is. little lady —I only want you to know that what 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 ra31anee 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 liko gra&t stars of a mid-summer night. “Ah, say everything or nothing as vou 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 «'aptaln with a return to his merry Trish 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—the message was for me, Captain Holbrook! ’ ’ she cried. 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 gope 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 byOwcnDavis [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! T suppose you w r ant 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, “sh down “We'll have, to get calm. This needs a bii of thinking over " “You asked me to marry you. Ken You told your sister 1 was to be your wife. You said if you met (he man you’d make him pay. Well, you’ve met him and you’re making me pay. Noth ing has changed. 1 am still the girl you loved—the girl you asked to marry you.” Kitty spoke slowl>. gently, measuring her effects. But she went too far The still quiet she had thought meant her triumph ceased. The boy leaded 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 would not want to marry me -now that we both—know!” Kitty began to cry again. “No! I suppose 5'ou'll K" 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 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 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 almosi grufflv "No! Not that way! Not what you mean, Kitty. I’ll be your friend--I'll tr> to help you I I Well, the Nelsons owe you something!” he concluded with such unconscious humor that Kitty tame near spoiling her whole effect by one wild laugh of hysteria The boy w inced She had flicked him on the raw “That’s true, Ken Hr never does forgive He quit me cold when when KiL\ aim".’*: added truth fully. "when your mother found out.” But she recollected her pose of injured innocence In time and finished her sen tence “w'hen 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 ofT!” “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- ly 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 ofT to try to earn the where withal to pay for that luncheon. “‘Come 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 tryln’ to get someone's goat, we frolic eh, Kiity”- frolic like lambs Say. 1 guess that ! would buy me. a laugh in the big small time. Yes? Yes?” “Ye-Yus!” said Kitty, amiably. "You couldn’t buy me a small taxi ride away from the cab driving style of one James <ould you. Dick?” Kitty, if 1 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 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. 1 je ” began Potter, but finished with ari 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 remarked cheerily, arranging hat and stick on the piano, and preparing to en joy a little of his own vocalization. To Be Continued T o-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 tone became a hit 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 he 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. 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 light from a candle. She was pale, and terrt)r and mighty agitation seemed coiled about her very heart The Telephone was still in her white hands. The Struggle. Captain Holbrook seized it—and suddenly power came to Alines nerveless fingers. She found strength to click the receiver back into place— to cut off the enemy from whom the captain w’ould 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 responsible for that announcement of our engage ment In to-day’s paper—the an nouncement which broke m> 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 answ-ered him coldly. "No—if I need advice, Captain Hol brook. I shall ask—my FATHER for it.” “Will 3 r ou?*’ 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.” ”1 will * * * Remember I love you * * • and there’s nothing in the world you can’t ask me to do. 4 Ah! I’d like to ask you again this minute to mar ry me.” “Oh. please go!” cried the girl. “I must be alone. I must—think." But in moments of greatest tragedy one may not. he alone. Suddenly Aline remembered that Father Shan non and Chief Dempster were to dine with them that night. The church— tho 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 marry an Irishman!” But 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 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 Iaancashire 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 get tin’ on?" “Oh, Ah’rn 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 fb w f ork soon eh T' “Wot!” exclaimed Ben. while a look of great surprise spread over his coun tenance "Leave a big house and a grand garden like this to room hack to work! Mon. dost tha think Ah'm wrang in my head?”