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Fnt h* i o n« s hf .-Yr . -VV 1 < /} t hrilling Story of Society Blackmailers AT BAY Begin This Great Neu) Serial To-day. It's Worth While v. 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. 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