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Begin This Great Neu) Serial
To-day. It's Worth While
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Howa Heantiful YoungdiH Was Snared by!
a Spider, Who Held a Letter Showing She Had
Been Deceived Into a Mock Marriage.
How the (iirl in a Frantic Attempt to Save
Herself From Fverlasting Shame. Stubbed Her
Torturer and Was Arrested for Murder.
How She Was Finally Freed and Her Name
Cleared, and How She at Last Is Joined to the
Man She Loves.
(From the
play
borough, now Being presented
by George
Scar-
. at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York
ferial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service i
t 4
WE told yon that I don’t
lovo yon!"
‘ And I’ve told Father
Shannon you do!"
"Oh, t hopp von didn’t do
that, Captain." cried the idrl
unxiouslv
Who could tell thought ah* ‘jufll
«hat thia fcarleas, frank, fascinating
'Molrli. - .if fortune, till* "world-man,'’
' d. 4 ruble) "wild Irishman,” whom
• d not learn to love, might do?
*’ "l lei- him twice that her (3**
• e ,oi tn marry ANYONE
‘ i Vic able. He had airily re
lic
of course, but I
1 * ‘Id he, ir that, glowing
“if touched with a wee bit of a,
■’.‘tc lint t volte that played on
Imr h< .irtntrlngH with torturing
eweetnesH anti prvrmu pain. "1 (old
'ite Father. Indeed. Twill he a coni
fort to you when you get used to It!"
”A comfort to me naked the girl
Her very h«*e»S. leaped to her qreat
tender gray eye* whenever she looked
on this wonderful soldier who loved
her. He looked so safe—and *he was
no pitifully unsafe.
“Yea. a comfort to you." said Hol
brook. A quizzically tender smile lit
hi* merry brown eyes Dark days
when I’m awaj and you'd give any
thing in the world for a eight of me
you can Jirnt run over to Father
Shannon and talk about frt to your
heart's content."
Tha 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 aplendor of springtime by a
NEIGHBOR ASKED
FOR INFORMATION
Winch Was Promptly Dis
closed and She Lost
No Time in Profit
ing Thereby
Miami, Okla.—“One of my neigh
bors.' Hays Mrs. Hannah M Turley,
• if this town, "came to my house last
week and aatd ’Mrs. Turley, wlj.vt
did you take to help yo so quickly?’ j
I told her 1t was just Oardul, the
woman’s tonic, and she said: 'T wish 1
I looked as well a# yru do ' T toM J
der If she would only get $5.00 worth i
of Cardui, and take it. she would So
she sent her husband to town to get |
'he Cardui, and commenced taking it,
Sh looked so pale and sick all the
• iiiif, but is beginning l
flushing pink n, tjofil.v molded
cheeks ana b\ a tender lighi of love
In gray eyes that satrl Yes, yes”
while schooled lips ever said her lover
nav
Why wa* Aline Graham afraid of
love? Why did she deny it—refuse
it—and reject her right to happiness?
"Shall I he so forlorn—when you
are away?” she asked lightly.
"I hope an -and 1*11 Father Shan
non about It—tell hi in all that you
tell me."
“I’ve told you that I don't love
you ”
' Yea, but you can’t leli untruth* to
a priest,' said the ever ready Irish
man Tell him all you tell me-—and
ted hint all you- don't tel! me!"
Aline grew serious. She seemed
almost afraid of the man to whom
her eyes had been rained with such
message of trust In their depths,
j "What- whnt do you mean by that. I
| < ’apt,'i In '''
j ""Why Just that there's some j
mental reservation working ngainat
mo In your mind Home thought or !
memory that's an enemy to your j
heart and me. Pleaae don't Inter
rupt me 1 know you love me. Aline.
If I hadn't known It. refusal number :
one would have been enough for
nie. All my life I’ve lived w here I
the qulvpr of a lash, a breath, the |
dilation of a nostril meant the dif- j
ference sometimes between friend
ship end death. I've judged men not
by what they say. but by what they <
look when they say it. and so I’ve
Judged *’ou. Your words have told i
me thait you did not love ins: that !
rny 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 i
life on it.”
There was a pause an eternity of
heartbeats in ten seconds of time.
"Let’s not discuw- it. please--
please," said the girl at Inst In a
tone of muffled pain
*1 don’t want to discuss it. and I
I don’t oare what It Is. little lady—I
only want you to know that what
ever It m means nothing to me, must
mean nothing to you!"
The girl looked at him—-dumb
misery turning slowb to trust to a telephone hell ami a life gone out.
a radiance of knowledge that here The long arm of circumstances seizes
was the verv summit of Jov and per- on moments like this moments when
feet love that If she trusted, too; if honest confession almost clears the
she broke the silence of six long tangled web of fate
years all might et be well with life j Holbrook .jested at a erucial mo-
and love. ' merit. A line’s mood changed—and
... the telephone broke the slender
1116 Wrollg lime. thread of understanding. Grim
ConM oh* toll him- Can anv worn- d 1- ' 1 ' 1 ' an ‘‘ Brimmer life must follow.
"Hello yes. this is Miss Aline
to.aerk you again this
minute to marry
me."
”Oh, please go!”
cried the girl. "T
must be alone. I
must—think.”
But In moments of
greatest tragedy one
may not he alone.
Suddenly Aline re
membered that Fa
ther Shannon anJ
Chief Dempster were
to dine with them
that night. The church—the Se-
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 hor feel
an outlaw arrayed against both cler
gy and the law’ must, don an evening
gown and dine with these power?
when all she longed for was to be
ahyie, to think how to defeat the
powers of evil that were threatening
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. W’ith the great emerald pin her
father, Gordon Graham, had given his
, girl w ife when their soon-t.o-be-moth
erless bairn was born.
Those Killamey roses had come
from Holbrook, and a smile, half sad,
half mirthful, was borne ori Alines
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 yoyng hostess was at
j heart a trembling and turbulent wom
an with a world-old sorrow turning
her veins to Ice.
■'*? X?:''
Jp V..iC A
She dropped the receiver.
Captain Holbrook seized it. "No-
Captain Holbrook!" she cried.
an tell the man she loves—tell him
Graham," said the girl idly into the
freely and frankly of horror he need telephone. She had said it so a hun-
perhap* never know? Her lips part- dre 1 time before, and might a hun-
ed, her eyes grew misty like great dred times again -unless the spider's
star* of a mid-summer night.
Ah, say everything or nothing as
you like so long as you look straight
in my heart with your Ups half open
like that.”
"I have already spoken to vonr
papa," went on the Captain with a
return to his merry Irish humor.
"You're a quaint go til,” said Aline.
The moment passed Rhe 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
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
with an earnest concentration as he
had been giving to ignoring a con
versation that was not for him. A
puzzled look cam# into hie face.
"You want my father? Me? Do
1 know you. Mr. Flagg"
Her tone became a bit formal
"What j| it. then? OJl”
She became tense—rigid, almost, as
she listened.
"No! no! That is not true, sir!”
For a moment the girl seemed to
be on the verge of utter collapse.
Hysteria threatened to overcome her.
Captain Holbrook came close—
strong, protecting, and with desire
to help, to handle this situation,
whatever it was, in every taut nerve
and muscle. Aline seemed to gal
vanize into strength into the desire
for secrecy, for concealment at the
consciousness of his presence.
“Oh, oh; but I eant 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. Rhe 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 w as 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 my heart
when ] had to tell people it wasn’t
true— the announcement of which
your father thinks 1 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 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!"
r aid the man. gracefully evading her
ntended snub.
She extended her hand coldly and
finally.
“Good-night!"
"Good-night! ” said Holbrook, lin
gering.
"PLEASE go.
"T will • * • Remember I lo\e 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 byOwenDavis
f Novelized byl
I t From •'wen ]»avi> play now being pte-
«better 1 rented at thy Playhouse, New York, by
WiHlam A. Brady
International News
epyright, 1913, by
ervice.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT
lb crossed the room and laid his
kandkerchief on tin pillow in which
Kitty was burrowing her head.
"As to bow it helped me—1 suffered
f< r about • years, with womai.y trou-
■ ui:u became so wi nk and nervous
tid would suffer such pain every
mi I thought at times 1 would j Kitty caught his hand and pressed it
Was in such condition that I j to her tear-wet cheek
, , 0 "Kenneth!” she said. "Kenneth! I
eouL i t do my work half o' the time,! . .
; suppose you want me to go now. I’ve
end would have awful smothering i nowhere to go. I’ve got nobody—no-
spell? body but Dick. Maybe he’d understand
"My husband bought me a fiAtl
treatment of Cardui t6 bottles) and
1 can trutlit'uli> say that after 1 took
ihe last bottle 1 was well. Am en
joying the best of health now, and 3m
*o thankful to Cardui
Take Cardui for your trouble. You
will never regret it Begin to-day.
Ask your nearest druggisi
\ B.—Write to: Ladles' AdMsorf
Dept , Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chat-
anooga Tenn . for Special Instruction*, j nK
and 64-page hook, ‘ Home Treatment for | ®
Yomcn ; sen 1 'n plain wrapper, on *•*- j * 1
maybe he’d not want me always to
go on paying for for what I didn’t
know when 1 was 16." .
She rose woarilj
"You said you didn’t blame me. You
said no decent man could. Y’ou said -
well, maybe l»ick won t blame mel”
"Kitty. said Kenneth, "sit down.
"We’ll have to get calm This needs a
bit of thinking over.'
"You asked me to marr> you, Keti
You told your sister 1 wa« to l»e your
wife You said if you met the mar
you’d make hln» paj Well, you've met
) iin- and you're making me pa> Noth-
has changed I am still the girl
lov*d—the gin 1 you a*ke4 to marry
Kitty spoke slowly, gently, measuring
her effects
Rut she went too far
The still quiet she had thought meant
her triumph ceased The boy leaped to
hia 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 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! 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 bo> answered almost gruffly.
"No! Not that way! Not what you
mean, Kitty. I’ll be your friend —m try
to heln you—1—f—Well the Nelsons owe
you something!” he concluded with such
unconscious humor that Kitty came near
stHiiling her whole effect by one wild
laugh of hysteria
The bo? winced. She had flicked him
on the raw
"That’s true, Kan. He never does
forgive. He quit me oold—when—
fully. when your mother found out."
Rut she recollected her pose of injured
Innocence In time and finished her sen
tence-- "when he was tired of me."
She went on: ,r He hates me now -you
struck him before me. and for me. Oh,
Ken, what will become of me? My
friends wdll cast me off —your family has
cast you off! "
'Til take care of you. I’ll go look
for work—and mother has not cast me
off yet!”
The boy tried to meet hia situation—
but he could not face Potter, who tvas
Just letting in Adolf's assistant with the
luncheon that had been ordered so gav-
1> 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 two if one of ’em goes it mild. The
kid * out lookin' for a little job—boy's
sire."
The Old Fnend
I "An’ when the kid s out ttyin to get
! Komeone's goat, we frolic—eh. Kitty?—
I frolic like lam be Say. I guess that
| would bu> me a laugh in *the big small
time. Yes? Yes?"
"Ye-Yue!" said Kitty, amiably. "You
couldn't buy me a small taxi ride away
from the cab driving style of one James
—could you, Dick?”
« -o*wM ***** Ls * m
Kitty, If I to be a fellow passen
ger "
"Come on, then.” said Kitty. And she
started a new chapter in her records
But for Ken It waw 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 onfc,”
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 All I can af
ford.'
Habit, necessity—and the need of
some love—be it false or true, bound
him to Kitty -and Kitty setned to con
sider Dick and Jim a part of her en
tourage
"Couldn't you dismiss some one else
nstead, Mr. Kenneth? For instance. Mr.
” began Potter, but finished with
an abrupt good-bye as Mr. I*i 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 Gowt'wued
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
( i r |>HAT word 'wise’ is a funny
I . word, ain't it, George?” said
the Manicure Lady. "There
"d two gents in here this morning
!<i have their nails did, and both of
era was wibo, only in different ways.
The first gent that came >n 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
• •ame 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 iti the city. He said that he was
a merchant in the small town and was
doing so well that he wouldn't care to
mov into a city, where everything was
new and strange. He wasn't dressed
very swell, as far as style goes, and
ho 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, a,s 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 is in the chair a minute that he Is
a wise fish. He thought he wis so
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 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 say*. T want
somebody to walk up and tell me. I
am good and hep to everything,’ he
says
".just when the nice middle-aged
feUoxi was going out this young wart
comes in. Tne middle-aged man asked j
the young fellow which way to go to j
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
I gave young sporty a swift t?all 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 hi« 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 1 might have let one
go over my head once, but if I ever i
did it must have been when I Ju*t got j
un 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 I was hurrying madly to
get his nails did and get 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 mu,
George. Just come around some morn
ing and tell me that von are a wise
fish "
He Knew.
'‘Now. said the photographer to
the young m^r.. "it will make a much
better picture if you put your hand
on your father’s shoulder."
"Humph,” grunted the father. "It
would be more natural it he put it in
my peck*.** ,•
Have You Decided About That Christ
mas Present for HIM?
Tell the Readers of The Georgian Just How You Art \
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
cellen' suggestions regarding
what Christmas present a hu«
band should give a wife, or
what a wife should give her yu?
hand. The vast majority of
these letters were from women
I’d like to see more of the men
offer suggestions. RureL
are giving SOME thought to the
present which they go^ng to
give the wife on Christmas
morning’ If they haven't de
cided, it’s about time, because
they are likely to get caught. Iti
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 g^
ing to earn the money with
which to buy her husband’s gift
this year. Lots of sentiment
i her*! No matter i at a
him he's bound to think a great,
deal of it. as ii will represent a
certain amount of sacrifice on
his wife’s par;. Another wom
an says she is gelng to knit her
husband half a dozen pairs of
good, old-fashioned wool socks
That sounds might\ good. He’ll
appreciate them twice as much
as if sue bought them ready
made, because every time he put*
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.
Rend in your letters; mak them
short and pointed None will be
considered after December 18. be
cause 1 want to decide whose
suggestions ar® best and send
the successful mtestants their
gold pieces in time for Christ
inas.
Lei me repeat trie offer:
To the w ife who writes the best
short letter telling what it* the
most useful gif; for a husband,
one $10 gold piece
Three warads of $5 each will be
given the wive* 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 la 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
WATCH OR SHAVING SET.
Mias Mary I^ea 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:
T 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.
Mias Mary Lea Davis:
My husband shall have a pair
of bedroom slippers and a loung
ing or bath rob* for his Christ
mas. They are both inexpensive
and durable. MRS. .TOE K.
Atlanta, Ga.
WATCH CHAIN OR FOB
Miss Mary Ia*a Davis
T 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
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I will give my husband a
smoking jacket and a pair of
bedroom slippers for Christmas.
Atlanta, Ga. MRR. H. J. X.
A THERMOS CARAFE
Mias Mary Lea Davis:
I think a thermos carafe i* a
gift any man would welcome,
and which the whole family will
enjoy twelve month* in the year.
MRR. Y. D. G.
Birmingham. Ala.
A SHAVING STAND
Miss Mary Lea pa via.
I suggest a shaving ataiw *
the best '^hristmr.s present for
s man. They find so much sctM
comfort in having s mirror V
(heir own always adjusted \
suit theh own height
MRS- HUBBY,
1 olumbu*. Ga.
A RAINCOAT
Miss Mary Lea Pan*
f expert to give my htufteiitf a
fine rubberized lalnooat for s
Christmas present. I am sure 1*
will please him. It will be a n*»*
* ful and necessc-try gift.
MRS. w R in
Live Oak, Fla.
A BOX OF HIS FAVORITES
Miss Mary Lea. Da-ula;
Why not give your hueba**
box of hi* favorite cigars? I an
aure he will get more enjoymer;
out of this gift than any of th<*
seemingly useful things you um
ally buy. Nearly all men enjc
smoking, and a box of cigars L
inexpensive but acceptable gift.
MRR. TV. T*. '
Coolidgc, Ga.
GET WHAT HE WANTS
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
By all means get what -Jo, a
needs or likes, regardless of your
own taste, jf he is the one vo
wish to please. If he smokes t
box of cigars will please him r
finitely more than a gold-he^fip
cane if he does not carry a cari^
MRR. DAVID A F
Atlanta, Ga.
A USEFUL PRESENT
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I know’ the most useful gif* fig
a husband—a blanket robe, .ro
chet slippers, fountain pen, neck
ties or socks, handkerchief*.
The** will be appreciated, I know,
MRS. WM. J. T
West End.
AN EASY CHAIR.
Mis* Mary* Lea Davis
T think an easy chair, a patr of
comfortable bedroom shoes and a
smoking jacket the most useful
bh well an most appropriate gif'*
any wife can give her husband
MRg. R. M V
Atlanta, G*.
WILL GIVE HER A DRESS
* Miss Mary Lea Davis;
^ I have selected for mv wife's
Christmas « dress that appea «
to me as being beautiful. 1 have
several reasons for making tin*
selection. One is th*t I w?
demonstrate to my wife the typ*
of garments that 1 wish her to
wear. fU. 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 rcy
husband’s Christmas gifts T sha-
buy him half a dozen hemstitched
handkerchiefs and work his in!
tial In each corner, half doze/,
pairs of socks, one good book
a bath robe, bedroom slippers f«
match and a subscription to The
Cosmopolitan, which is his fa
vorite magazine.
Albany, Ga. MRS, B„ W.
A COMFORTABLE CHAIR
Miss Mary Lea 1 >avis:
Mv husband could find a
for most anything, but J am go
ing to give hiiq something he’s
been wanting a long time a Mnr
rls chair. MRS H. L. H
Atlanta. Ga
BOX OF HANDKERCHIEF?
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
T think a box of nice handhc
chiefs is the most useful pres'
« wife can give, her husband f
Christmas. MRS. C. E. F
Atlanta. Ga.
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