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Begin This Great Neu) Serial
To-day. It’s Worth While
(From th» nla> by GrorKe Scat-
borou **Y now being presented m’ the
Thirty ninth Street Theater. New York
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How a Beautiful Young (lirl Was Snared by
a Spider, W ho Held a Letter Showing She Had
Been Deceived Into a Mock Marriage.
How thedirl in a Frantic Attempt to Save
Herself From Kverlastiny 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 Imves.
(Novelized by> flushing pink In softly molded
cheeks and by a tender light of love
In gray eye* that said: “Yes, yea."
while schooled lips over said her lover
na v.
Why was Aline Graham afraid of
lova? Why did aho dany it—refuse
it—and reject her right to happiness?
"Shall I be so forlorn—when you
ai*» away?”'she asked lightly.
"T hope so—and tell Father Shan
non about It—lell him all thut you
tell me."
"I've told you that I don’t love
you.” ^
"Yes, hut you can’t tell untruths to
a priest," said the evet ready Irish
man. "Tell him all you tell trie —and
te'd 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 trflst 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. 1 know you love me. Aline.
If 1 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 they say, but by what they
look when they say It. and so I’ve
judged '*''U. Your words have told
mo that 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 second* of time
"Let's not discuss it. please
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
ever it i* means nothing to me, must
m*an nothing to you!"
The girl looked at him—dumb
misery turning slowly to trust, to
a raliance 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 bo well with life
and love.
’VE told you that I don’t
love you ! ’’
“And I’ve
Shannon you do!”
“Oh, 1 hope
that. Captain.”
anxiously.
told Father
%
you didn't do
cried the trirl
Who could tell
what this fearless,
soldier of fortune.
-thought she Just
frank, fascinating
this “world-man.”
this adorable "wild Irishman." whom
she dared not learn to love, might do?
Sha had told him twice that her de
cision not to marry —ANYONE . .
was Irrevocable. He had airily re
plied "Irrevocable -of course, but I
will revoke It "
"I did," said he, ir that glowing
Voice, touched with a wee bit of a
brogue—-that voice that played on
her heartstrlnge with torturing
sweetness and precious pain. "1 told
the Father. Indeed ’Twill be a com
fort to you when you get usc>d to it!"
"A comfort to me ” asked the girl
vary heart rovvtf to bar great
tender gray eyes whenever she looked
on this wonderful soldier who loved
her. Ha looked so safe—and she was
so pitifully unsafe.
"Yes a comfort to you.” said Hoi
brook. A quizzically tender smile lit
his merry brown eyes. ‘‘Dark days
whan 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 H to your
heart’s content.
The girl looked up from the great
golden divan where she sot herself
all brown and gold like her father’s
great library*. but she was touched
to the splendor of springtime by a
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. Tujrlev,
^»f this town, “came to my house last
week and said Mrs. Turley, what
did you take to help yo : so quickly?’
1 told her it was Just Cardul, the
woman’s tonic, and she said: ‘I wish
I looked as well as ytu do.’ I td! I
her if she would only get $5.00 worth
of Cardul. and take it, she would So
she sent her husband to town to get
the Cardul, and commenced taking it
She looked so pale and sick all the
time, but is beginning to look better
already
"As to how it helped me—1 suffered
for about 5 years, with womar. y trou
bles. and became au 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 my work half of the time,
and would have awful smothering
spells.
"M> husband bought me a fud
treatment of Cardui (6 bottles) and
I can truthfully say that after 1 toon.
the last bottle 1 was well. Am en
joying the best of health now, and am
so thankful to Cardui ”
Take Cardui for your trouble. You
will never regret it Begin to-day.
Aak your nearest druggist
A 45
to ask you again this
minute to marry
me."
"Oh, please go!”
cried the girl. "I
must V>e nlone. I
must—think.”
But in moments of
greatest tragedy one
may not be alone.
Suddenly Aline re
membered that Fa
ther Shannon ani
Chief Dempster were
to dine with them
that night. The church—the Be- T
cret Service and her own father I
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 auM the law must don an evening
! gown and dine wJth these powers—
| when all she longed for was to be
alone, to think how to defeat the
powers of evil that were threatening
her. i
I The Mask. i
She was a fcir 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
girlwMfe when their soon-to-be-moth
er! ess 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 w’hen
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 w'orld-old sorrow turning
her veins to ice.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
The Manicure
Lady
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She dropped the receiver.
Captain Holbrook seized it. “No—the message was for me,
Captain Holbrook!” she cried.
a telephone hell ami 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—ves. 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
stars of a mid-summer night. web enmesh her beyond all hope.
"Ah. sav everything or nothing as "Who? Flagg Mr Hudson? Oh,
you like so long as vou look straight Mr Judson Flagg Yes?"
in my heart with your lips half open 8he .poke indifferently—but at the
, mention of Flagg’s name Holbrook
1 have already spoken to your instantly became alert and attended
pnpa went on th* ^-aptain^wlth a j w FtH an earnest concont-ation as he
had been giving to ignoring a con-
The Wrong Time
Gould she tell him? Gan any wom
an tell the man she loves—tell him
freely and frankly of horror he need
perhaps never know ’.’ Her lips part
ed, her eyes grew misty like great
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.
A merry heart’s jest the jingle of
at vtn
versstion trtet was not for hi
puzzled look came into his face.
"You want my father? Me? Do
1 know you, Mr. Flagg”
Her tone became a bit formal.
"What is It. then? Oh"
She became tense—rigid, almost, ns
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. 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 terror 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 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 thut man is a blackmailer, a
human spider! Don’t go near his
web I think he is responsible for
of our engage-
paper—the an-
broke my heart
that announcement
ment in to-day’s
nouncement which
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 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 I love you
• • * and there's nothing in the world
you can’t ask me to do. Ah! I’d like
THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success by Owen Davis
[Novelized by!
(From Owen Davis' play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse. New' York, by
William A Brady -Copyright, 191$, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
He crossed the room and laid his
handkerchief on the pillow in which
Kitt> wan burrowing her head
Kitty caught hie hand and pressed it
to her tear-wet cheek
"Kenneth!" she said. "Kenneth! T
suppose you want me to g<> now I’ve
nowhere to g<‘ I’ve got nobody no-
bod) but Dick Maybe he’d understand
maybe he’d not want me alwa> * to
go on paying for—for what I didn’t
know when l was 16 "
She rose wearily
"You said you didn't blame me You
said no decent man could. You said —
well, maybe Dick wor t blame me!"
“Kitty.” said Kenneth, "alt down.
"We’ll have to get calm This needs a
bit of thinking over
"You asked me to marr> you. Ken
You told your sister I was to be your
wife You said If you met the mart
you’d make him pay Well you’ve met
him *nd you're making me pa' Noth
ing has rhanged 1 am still the girl
you loved—the girl you asked to marry
yen."
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 apoke 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 begun to cry again
"No! 1 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 he made.
So he could pay his awful debt to his
father! Hie hysterical half-crazed mind
seized on the idea. Reparation!
"No! I’ll stick"’ said Gharleg Nel
sons son Those were the words Kitty
had said to the father on his first reck
oning da> u month ag>
"You’ll make it all up to me, Ken.
You do love me?"
The bo\ answered almost grufTlj
"No' Not that way! Not what you
mean. Kitty. I'll be vour friend Til try
to help you- 1 1 Well, the Nelsons owe
you something! ' lie concluded with such
unconscious humor that Kitty came near
spoiling her whole effect by one wild
laugh of hysteria
The boy winced She had flicked him
on the raw
"That ? true. Ken He never does
forgive He quit me cold—when
when " Kiuy aunoei added truth
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
vast 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-
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 off 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 tw'o 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 goftt. we frolic—-eh, Kitty?—
frolic like lambs Say. I guess that
would buy me a laugh in the Mg 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 .lames
—could you. Dick 0 "
"I could buy a longer rvde than that*
Kitty, if I wag 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 till I can af
ford."
Habit, necessity—and the need of
some love—he 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
remarked cheerily, arranging hat and
stick on the piano, and preparing to en
joy a little of his own vocalization.
To Be Continued To*morrow.
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
nHAT word ’wise’ is a funny
word, ain’t it, George?” said
the Manicure Lady. "There
was two gents in here this morning
to have their nails did. and both of
them was wise, only in different ways.
The first gent that came in was a
middle-aged fellow from a small town.
He told me frank enough that he
didn’t have the habit of getting mani-.
cured, and he said the only reuson he
came in was because he had three or
four hangnails and had heard some
where that a manicure could fix hang
nails fine. He was awful nice and
gentlemanly to me, and told me that
he liked it in the small town better
than in the city. He said that lie was
a merchant in the small town and was
doing so well that he wouldn’t care to
move into a city, where everything was
new and strange. He wasn't dressed
very swell, as far as style goes, and
he didn’t have no flip talk, but I could
see that he had lots of brains, and I
knew he was a man."
"I noticed him when he went out,"
said the Head Barber. ”He didn't give
you no tip. though.’’
"I didn’t want no tip from him.” de
clared the Manicure Lady. “Let the
fresh guys tip me, as long as they
have the habit. He probably never
lived where folks get tips. * or he
would have tipped me as liberal as
anybody. And now I want to tell you
about the other kind of a wise guy
that was in.
"This young fellow tells me before
he 1s in the chair a minute that he is
a wise flsh. He thought he was *o
deep that he was all the time saying.
'Do you follow’ me?' I couldn’t have
lost him in his cheap chatter if I had
been ten times as stupid as I am.
which I ain’t. Yes, he says he is a
wise flsh. or a wise owl, I forgot which
he slid, but, anyhow, wise all the way.
If there is anything that anybody
ever put over on me,' he says. ‘I want
Somebody to walk up and tell me. I
am good and hep to everything,’ he
says.
"just when the nice middle-aged
fellow was going out this young w.trt
comes in. The middie-aged man asked
the young fellow which way to go to
And a set of scales, and the young
fellow says, *^'hy don’t you go down
to the river and ask a flsh?’ Thai
made me kind of tired, do I tells the
middle-aged gent where there Is a big
hardware store, ani after he had went
1 gave young sporty a swift call for
getting fresh with his elders. I talked
to him until I had desausted all my
elegance, and it didn’t do no good. He
just kept grinning that wise grin of
his at me and winking his right eye.
He sure did give that wink a merry
game. "They’ve got to put one over
in the a. m. when they put one over
on me, Ambrose the live one,' he says
to me. 'Maybe I might have let one
go over my head once, but if I ever
did it must have been w hen I Just got
up and was rubbing my eyes,’ he says.
He pulled three of the latest stage
jokes, gave me a imitation of himself
imitating George Cohan, and pulled a
lot of flash conversation, all during
the time 1 was hurrying madly to
get his nails did and got him out of
the shop.
That is the kind of wise guys that
our big city is getting choked up with,
George. When they know enough
slang to keep everybody guessing
about what they are talking about,
they think they are deep. They ain't
any deeper than a saucer, and nobody
ever got drowned in a saucer. If you
ever want to get in. dutch with me.
George, just come around some morn,
ing and tell me that you are a wise
fish.”
He Knew.
"Now." said the photographer to
the young man. “it will make a mnch
better picture if you pur your hand
on your father's shoulder"
Humph " grunted the father. "Tt
would bo more natural if he put it in
my pock&L
Have You Decided About That Christ
mas Present for HIM?
Tell the Readers of The Georgian Just How You Are
Going to Solve the Gift-giving Problem This Year.
A FLOOD of letters c me 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
offer suggestion*. Surely they
are giving SOME thought to the
present which they are going to
give the wife on Christmas
morning! If th$y 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 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 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 woo! 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 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 IS. be
cause 1 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 wftat ip 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 for a husband to
give hip wife. To the husband's
letter that is adjudged the best
the waiter 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.
WATCH OR SHAVING SET.
Miss Mary I,ea Davis:
I would say that the nicest
Christmas present for a husband
would be a w’atch or a shaving
set. MRS. J. W. R.
Atlanta, Ga.
A YEAR’S SUBSCRIPTION.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I suggest the most useful
Christmas gift for my husband
would be one year's subscription
to The Georgian.
Atlanta, Ga. MRS. H. O. J.
A LOUNGING ROBE.
Miss Man’ Lea Davis:
My husband shall have a pair
of bedroom slippers and a loung
ing or bath robe for his Christ
mas. They are both inexpensive
and durable. MRS. JOE K.
Atlanta, Ga.
WATCH CHAIN OR FOB.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I think the best gift for a hus
band is something he needs most.
If he has a handsome gold watch
and has no chain or fob, then
the best gift for him Is a chain
or fob. MRS. MAGGIE S.
Augusta. Ga.
SMOKING JACKET.
Mias Mary Lea Davis:
I will give my husband a
smoking Jacket and a pair of
bedroom slippers for Christmas.
Atlanta, Ga. MRS. H. J. N.
A THERMOS CARAFE.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I think a thermos carafe is a
gift any man would welcome,
and which the whole family will
enjoy tw’elve months in the rear.
MRS. Y. D. G.
Birmingham. Ala.
A SHAVING STAND.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I suggest a shaving stand as
the best Christmas present for
a man. They find so much solid
comfort in having a mirror all
their own. always adjusted to
suit their own height.
MRS. HUBBY.
Columbus, Ga.
A RAINCOAT.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I expect to jgive my husband a
flna rubberized raincoat for a
Christmas present. I am sure it
will please him. It w'ill be a use
ful and necessary gift.
MRS. W. R. M'G.
Live Oak, Fla.
A BOX OF HIS FAVORITE6.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Why not give your husband «
box of his favorite cigars? I am
sure he will get more enjoyment
out of this gift than any of the
seemingly useful things you usu
ally buy. Nearly all men enjoy
smoking, and a box of cigars is an
inexpensive bat acceptable gift.
MRS. W. U. A.
Coolidge. Ga.
GET WHAT HE WANTS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
By all means get what John
needs or likes, regardless of your
own taste, if he is the one you
wish to please. If he smokes, a
box of cigars will please him in
finitely more than a gold-headed
cane if he does not carrv a cane.
MRS. DAVID A. P.
Atlanta. Ga.
A USEFUL PRESENT.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I know the most useful gift fot
a husband—a blanket robe, cro
chet slippers, fountain pen, neck
ties or socks, handkerchiefs.
These will be appreciated, I know.
MRS. WM. J. T.
West End.
AN EASY CHAIR.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I think an easy chair, a pair of
comfortable bedroom shoes and a.
smoking jacket the mo9t useful
as well as most appropriate gifts
any wife can give her husband.
MRS, R. M. P.
Atlanta, Ga.
WILL GIVE HER A DRESS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I have selected for m.v wife's
Christmas a dress that appeals
to me as being beautiful. I have
several reasons for making the
selection. One Is that I will
demonstrate to my wife the type
of garments that I wish her to
wear. E. C. M’C.
Cordele, Ga.
WILL EARN HIS GIFT.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I am a woman of very moderate
means, and, realizing that I
could not take my Christmas
money from my husband’s sav
ings. I decided to work in the
morning for an insurance agent,
who pays me $5 a week. For my
husband’s Christmas gifts I shall
buy him half a dozen hemstitched
handkerchiefs and work his ini
tial in each corner, half dozen
pairs of socks, one good book,
a bath robo, bedroom slippers to
match and a subscription to The
Cosmopolitan, which is his fa
vorite magazine.
Albany, Ga. MRS, B. W
A COMFORTABLE CHAIR.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
My husband could find a use
for most anything, but I am go
ing to give him something he’s
been wanting a long time, a Mor
ris chair. MRS. H. L. H.
Atlanta. Ga.
BOX OF HANDKERCHIEFS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
T think a box of nice handker
chiefs is the most useful present
a wife Can give her husband for
Christmas. MRS. C. E. P.
Atlanta, Ga.
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