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| ■ ’ * 'X /j [billing Story of Society Blackmailers AT BAY M ESS AC i K FROM "TUB SFJDER.” Begin This Great New Serial 7 o-day. It s Worth h **• How a Beautiful Young Birl W as Snared by a Spider, Who Held a Better Showing She Had Been Deeeived Into a Mock Mari’iage, How the Girl in a Frantic Attempt to Save Herself From Everlasting Shame, Stahhed Her Toritirerand Was Arrested for Murder. How She Was Finally Freed and Her Name Cleared, and How She at Bast Is .Joined to the Man She Boves. (Novelized by) ( From the pla> hv George Scar borough, .now Being presented at tJie Thirty ninth Street Theater. New York Serial r ghts held and copyrighted hy International News Service > 4 4 ’VE told yon that I don’t love you!" ® ‘‘And I’ve told Father Shannon you do!" ‘‘Oh, I hope you didn’t do tha1. Captain,” cried iho girl anxiously. Who could tell thought she lust what this fearless, frank, fascinating soldier of fortune, tills “world - man,” this adorable “wild Irishman.” whom •he dared not learn to love, might do" She had told hltn twice that her de cision not to marry ANYONE was irrevocable. lie had airily re plied “Irrevocable of course, but 1 will revoke It. ‘ “1 did," said he. ir that glowing Voice, touched with a wee bit of a brogue- that voice that played on her heartstrings with torturing sweetness ami precious pain “1 told the Father, Indeed ’Twill be a com fort to you when you get used to It!” **A comfort to me asked the gill He- very heart ’eeoeeJ to her great tender gray eyes whenever she 'cokod on this wonderful soldier who loved her. He looked so safe—and she was so pitifully unsafe "Yes. a comfort to you.” said Hol brook. A quizzically tender smile lit his merry brown eyes. “Dark days when Fin 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 11 to your heart's content.” The girl looked up from the great golden divan when she sat 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. Turley, of this town, came to my house last week and said Mrs. Turley, wh.it did you take to help yo : so Quickly?' I told her It was just Oardui, the •woman’s tonic, and she said: 'l wish I looked as well as y. u do.' 1 t">’ 1 her if she would onl> get $5.00 worth of Cardul, and take it. she would. So •he ®ent her husband to town to get the Cardul, and commenced taking it She looked so pale ami sick all the time, but is beginning to look better a 1 rea d v. “As to how it helped me - I suffered for about 5 years with woman v trou bles. and became so weak and nervous and would suffer such pain every month that 1 thought at times I would die. Was in much condition that I couldn't do my work half of the time, ami would have awful smothering spells. “My husband bought me a fu»i treatment of t’ardui (6 bottles) and I ran truthfully say that after I took the ’ast bottle 1 was well. Am en joying the best of health now. and am •o thankful to Cardui. M Take Cardui for your trouble You will never regret it Bern to-day. Ask your nearest drugg.at N B Write to: ladles' Advisor) Dept . Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chat tanooga Tenn , fcr Special I n»trm tions. and 64 - page book, Home Treatment for Women, rant in plain wrapper, on re quest.—AAvt. flushing pink In softly molded cheek- and by a tender ligi ? of love. In gray «\**a that said: "Yes, yes,” while schooled lips ever said her lover nav. Why was Aline Graham afraid of love? Why did *he dehy it—refuse it—and reject her right to happiness l "Shall I be so forlorn when you ui“ away?" she asked lightly. “I hope 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 untrufws to a priest.'' said Hie ever ready Irish man. "Tell him nil 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. « a pta in “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 ine. I know you love me, Aline. If 1 hadn't known it. refusal number one would have been enough for me. Ail rriy life I’ve lived where the quiver of a lash, a breath, the dilation of « nostril meant the dif ference sometimes between friend ship and death. I’ve Judged men not by what they say. but by what thex- look. when the’, say It and so I've Judged • m. Your words have told me that you did not love me; lhAt my hope wns 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 t?r*.<- “Let* not discuss it. please — please," said the girl at last in a tone of muffled pain. “I don't w’ant to dismiss it, and 1 don’t care what it is, little lady—I only want you to know that what ever It Is means nothing to me, must in*an nothing to you!” The girl looked at him -dumb misery turning slowly to trust, to a ra llance of knowledge that here, was the very summit of Joy and per fect love -that if she, trusted, too; if ahe broke the silence of six long years all might yet be well with life and love. The Wrong Time. Could she tell him 0 (’an any wom an tell the man she loves tell him freely and frankly of horror he need perhaps ne^er know? Her lips part- ed, her eyes grew misty like great •tars of a mid-summer night. "Ah. say everything or nothing aa you like so long as von look straight in my heart with your lips* half open like that " ”1 have already spoken to your papn.” went on the Captain with a return to his merry Irish humor. "You’re a quaint aoul," 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 / / /• ,/ « l to ask you again this minute to marry me.” "Oh, please go!’ cried the girl. “I s must be alone. I ) rnuat—think.” But in moments of greatest tragedy one may not bo alone. Suddenly Aline re membered that Fa ther Shannon ani Chief Dempster were to dine with them that night. The church—the Se cret 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 aud tho 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 iparry 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 w T ith a world-old sorrow' turning her veins to ice. To Be Continued To-morrow. L. : The Manicure Lady She dropped the receiver. 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 tangh’d web of f-ite Holbrook jested at a crucial mo- i merit. Alines 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 Air Hudson? Oh, Mr. Judson Flagg Yes?" She spoke indifferently-—but at the mention of Flagg's name Holbrook instantly became alert and attended 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 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 i be on the verge of utter collapse. Captain Holbrook seized it. ‘‘No- Captain Holbrook! ’ ’ she cried. -the message was for me, 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 dropptyl 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 bands. Tbe Struggle. Captain Holbrook seized it—and suddenly power came to Aline’s nerveless fingers. She found strength to click the receiver hack into place— to cut off the enemy from whom the captain would have defended her "No -the message was to nie—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 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 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 Anally. "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 1 n LT C 1 PAM1 [T \ j PI [T P DHAl PI p\ A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York J i LI E r AIY1J ILI [ LI U I dUAJ Kj Ly Adapted from the Big Broadway Success by Owen Davis (From Owen Davis’ play now being pre sumed at the l’la> house. New York, by William A Brad> Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT He crossed the room and laid bis handkerchief 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 want me to go now. I've nowhere to go I've got nobody-—no body but Dick. Maybe he'd understand max be he’d not want me always to go on paying for for what 1 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. We ll ha\e to get calm This needs a bit of thinking over " "You aaked me to marry you. Ken You told your *ist«r I was to be your wife You said if you met the man you'd make him pa> Well, you've met him and you're making me pay Noth ing has charged I am sail the girl you lovad—the girl you asked to marry yae.** Kitty spoke slowly, gently, measuring her effects. But she wont 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 sec 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 you'll go and leave me now Hike lie 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 Bad said to the father on his first reck oning day a month ag<«. "You 'li 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 he your friend Til try to help you 1 1 -Well, the Nelsons owe you something!" he concluded with such unconscious humor tha' Kitty came near spoiling her whole effect by one wild laugh of hysteria. The boy winced She had flicked him on the raw "That's true. Ken He never does forgive. He quit me cold- when when " Kilty almaet added truth fully. "when >'our mother found out." But she recollected her p£se 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 cast you off!" *T11 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'* eats enough for two if one of 'em goes it inlld. 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 goat, we frolic- -eh, Kitty?— 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 I from the cab 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 unanawered-^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 dori’t need a chaperon—now— Potter, and 1 can t afford to keep one,” he cried impatiently. "Work without wage* is all right—but work without food doesn’t amount to much. Well, I’ve all the mouths to fill I ran 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. Le ” began Potter, but finished with an abrupt good-by** 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 prej*aring to en joy a little of his own vocalization. To Be Continued To-morrow. By WILLIAM F. KIRK. ^ rj "xHAT word 'wise* is a funny I 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 reason 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 he 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 lie 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 lie would have tipped me as liberal as anybody. And now 1 want to tell you about the other kind of a wise guy that was In. "This young fellow tells me before he is in the chair a minute that he is a wise fish. He thought he was so deep that he was all the time saying. ‘Do you follow me?’ I couldn’t have lost him in his cheap chatter if T had been ten times as stupid as 1 am, which I ain't. Yes, he says he Is n wise fish, or a wise owl, I forgot which he said, 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 w’hen the nice middle-aged fellow was going out this young w.irt comes in. The middle-aged man asked the young fellow which way to go to find a set of scales, and the young fellow says, ‘Why don’t you go down to' the river and ask a fish?' That made me kind of tired, so I tells the middle-aged gent where there Is a big hardware store, and 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 cf his at me and winking his right eve. He sure did give that wink.*? 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 when I just got up and was rubbing my eyes,’ he says. He pulled three of the latest stage joke*, gave me a imitation of himself imitating George Cohan, and pulled a lot of flash conversation, all during the time I 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 aboiit what they are talking about, they think they are deep. They ain’t I 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 flab.” He Knew. "Now. said the photographer to the young man. "it will make a much better picture if you put your hand on your father's shoulder" "Humph." grunted the father. Tt would he more natural if he put it in my pocket." Have You Decided About That Christ mas Present for HIM? Tell the Readers of The Georgian Just Ho<w You Are Going to Solve the Gift-giving Problem This Year. A FLOOD of letters came 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 suggestions. Surely they are giving SOME thought to the present which they are going to give the wife 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 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 groat deal of it. as It will represent a certain amount of sacrifice 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 bought them ready made, because every time he puts them on he’ll think of the loving fingers that fashioned tiiem. 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; male 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 $f> each will he 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 beat the writer will receive a $10 gold piece. Husbands who write the three next best letters will re ceive, each, n $5 gold piece for their thoughtfulness. Send vour letters addressed to MARY LEA DAVIS. Editorial Department, * The Atlanta Georgian. WATCH OR SHAVING SET. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I would say that the nicest Christmas present for a husband would be a watch 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 Tho 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 bath robe for his Christ mas. They are both inexpensive and durable. MRS. JOE K. Atlanta, Ga. WATCH CHAIN OR FOB. Miss Mary T^ea Davis: I think the best gift for a hus band is something he needs most. If he has a handsome gold watch and ha® no chain or fob. then the best gift for him is a chain or fob. MRS. MAGGIE S. Augusta, Ga. SMOKING JACKET. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I will give my husband a smoking jacket and a pair of bedroom slippers for Christmas. Atlanta, Ga. MRS. H. J. X. 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 twelve months In the year. 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 give my husband a fine rubberized raincoat for a Christmas present. I am sure it will please him. It will be a use ful and necessary gift. MRS. W. R. \ra. Live Oak, Fla. A BOX OF HIS FAVORITES. Miss Mary Lea Davis: Why not give your husband a box of his favorite cigars? I am sure he will get more enjoyment out 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 but 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 ho does not carrv a cane. MRS. DAVID A. P. Atlanta, Ga. A USEFUL PRESENT. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I know the most useful gift foi ft 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 most useful as well as most appropriate gift9 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 my wife’s Christmas a dress that appeals to me as being beautiful, f 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 tbe 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 handkerchief? and work his ini tial in each corner, half dozen pairs of socks, one good book, a bath robe, bedroom slippers to match and a subscription to Tho 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 Io»a Davis: T think a box of nice handker chiefs is the most useful pTetf'mt a wife can give her husband for Christmas. MRS. C. F3. P Atlanta, Ga. 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