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tWMP’S *V < !\ A i\ i A 7 hrilling Story of Society Blackmailers AT BAY M KSSA(i K FROM “TUK SIMDKR.' 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 Herial rights held snd copyrighted by International News Service > t i 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 “1 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. CHICHESTER S PILLS THE DIAMOND BRAND. A Ladies! Ask your f‘ < hibeta-tar's l>la* •Mila in Rail and 4 I bo*es. sealed with I Take no other. But of vanr T KrW**. *>k fo» ciri.ciref.TEir* DIAMOND ttKA VO PILL*, to. A# Tetri known As Best. 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