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THE MESSAGE FROM “THE SPIDER."
Begin This Great New Serial
To-day. It’s Worth While
How a Beautiful Youn.tr Girl Was Snared by
a Spider. Who Held a Letter Showing She Had
Been Deceived Into a Moek Marriage.
Flow the Girl in a Frantic Attempt to Save
Herself From llverl.'i sting Shame, Stabbed Her
Torturer and Was Arrested for Murder.
How She Was Finally Freed and Her Name
Geared, and How She at Last Is Joined to the
Man She Loves.
rNoveTlzed by>
(From the play by George Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service r
i i
'VE told yon that, 1 don’t
love yon!”
“And I’ve told Father
Shannon you do!”
“Oh, I hope yon didn’t do
that. Captain,” fried the srirl
nrtxiousU.
V- I o t <»ult1 tell thought she just
: fearless, frank, fascinating
■f i' ii tune, this "world-man,’’
« r;ildo “wild Irishman," whom
■■ < •! not learn to love might do*’
i>i tnb him twice that her de-
i -1 mi! i<. marry ANYONE
■ \ > .Hoc. lit* Find airily re -
1 icvocahb—of course, hut I
. <ds. It.’’
• ' said h**. ir that glowing
m’lied with a wee hit of a
trogut that voice ttiat played on
• r heartstrings with torturing
; \ve«Mness and precious pain "I told
u Fa.her. Indeed Twill be a com
fort to you when you get used to It!"
"A oomfort to mo'"" licked the girl
Her very H#arN Itsped to Her great
tender gray eves whenever she looked
on this wonderful soldier who loved
Her. He looked so safe—and she was
eo pitifully unsafe
"Yea. a comfort to you,** said Hol
brook. A quizzically tender smile lit
his merry brown eyes Dark days
when I’m away and you’d give any
thing In the world for a sight of me
you can Just run over to Father
8ha nnon and talk about It to your
heart's content.'*
The girl looked up from the great
golden divan where 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 Turlev
of this town, ‘‘came to my house last
week and said ‘Mrs. Turley, what
did you take to help vo : so quickly?’
I told her it was just Cardui. the
woman’s tonic, and she said: ‘T wish
1 looked as well as you do’ 1 t3l*l
her if tJ'e would only get $r>.00 worth
of Cardui, and take it. she nould. So
she sent her husband to town to get
:Fo Cardui, and commenced taking It.
.-'b,, looked so pale and sick all the
but is beginning to look better
flushing pins ti *oftl> molded
cheeks and by a fender light of love
In gray eyes that said “Yes, yea,’’
whlTo schooled Ups ever said her lover
nav.
Why was Aline Graham afraid of
love? Why Hid she deny it—refuse
it- and reject her right to happiness?
Shall 1 be so forlorn when you
ate away?" she asked lightly.
"I hope so and 1eil Father Shan
non about It--'tell him all that you
tell me."
"I’ve told von that I don'; love
you.”
"Yes, but you can’t tell untruths to
a prh-st, said Hie e\ or ready Irish
man Tell him ail you tell me and
tel) hint all you don’t tel) me!”
Aline grew seriom She seemed
almost n fra Id of the man to whom
her eves had been raised with such
message of trust tn their depths.
"What what do you mean by that
Captain
"Why- just that there's some
mental r*sei\ation working against
me In your mind some thought or
memo?' that’s an enemy to your
heart and me I’lease don’t Inter
rupt me T know you love tue. Aline.
If 1 hadn’t known it. refusal number
one would have been enough for
me. Ml 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 thev say, hut by what they
look when they say It. and so I’ve
judged ’"mi. Your words have. told
me that you did not love me; that
my hope was hopeless; thal you
wouldn’t marry me, but ’ our lace—
the soul that crept into your eyes-—
told me you do, and I'd stake my
life on It .”
There was a pause m •♦srnlty of
heartbeats in ten seconds of time.
'Tret’s not discuss it please—
please,’ said the girl at Inst in a
tone of muffled pain.
‘fl don’t went to discuss it. and
I don’t care what It Is, litlle lady—I
only want you to know that what
ever It is means nothing to me, must
m»an notFilng 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-
foot lOYO that if she trusted, too; If
alia broke the silence of r!x long
years all might yet be well with life
and love
Tlie Wrong Time
Could she tall him - ’ Can 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 eves grew misty like great
stars of a mid-summer night.
"Ah, say everything or nothing as
you like so long as you look straight
In my heart with your lips half open
like that.”
“I have already spoken to your
papa," went on the Captain with s
return to hts merry Irish humor
"YouYe a quaint soul,” said AHne.
Tha moment passed Hhe would
not speak now What need to tell?
Who could buy love with the story’ of
shame and pitiful blundering? Tha
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 inerrv neart’s jest—the Jingle of
to ask you again this
minute to marry
me.”
"Oh, pieaae go!”
cried the girl. "I
must be alone. I
must—think.”
Rut in moments of
rreatesf tragedy one
may not be alone.
Suddenly ^.Hne re
membered that Fa
ther Shannon anJ
Chief Dempster were
to ^Ine with them
that night. The church—the Se- j
orot Service—-and her own father
was District Attorney for the
United States' Church and State!
i And the girl whose own rash deed
of six years before had made her feel
an outlaw arrayed against both cler
gy and the law’ must don an evening
irown and dine with these powers
when all she longed for was to be
i alone, to think how to defeat the
powers of evil that were threatening
j 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
ls rney roses she had fastened at her
»elt with the great emerald pin her
fatiu r, Gordon Graham, had given hl«
i girl wif* when their soon-to-be-moth
erless bairn was bom.
Those Ki Harney roses had come
from Holbrook, and a smile, half sad,
half mirthful, was borne on Allne’s
face when she pinned them in place
w ith her mother’s emerald. For when
Holbrook had heard the story of that
great green stone, he had said: “That
J 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 world-old sorrow turning
her veins to ice.
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
tangled web of fate.
Holbrook Jested at a. crucial mo
ment. Allne’s 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. Hhe had said it so a hun-
drel time before, and might* a hun
dred times again—unless the spider’s
web enmesh her beyond all hope.
"Who? Flagg Mr. Hudson? Oh,
Mr. Judaon 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
be on the verge of utter collapse.
Captain Holbrook seized it. ‘' No—the message was for me,
Captain Holbrook!” she cried.
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!”
flhe 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 colled ab^ut her very heart
The Telephone was still in her white
hands.
The Struggle.
Captain Holbrook seized it and
suddenly power came to .Mine’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!"
"Blit that man is a blackmailer, a
human apiderl 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 1 had to tell people it wasn’t
true— the announcement of which
your father thinks f know more than
T 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 mstn
you will marry- some day. Aline!
Let me handle this--whatever it is!”
But whatever it was Aline had
Fieard from .Tudson Flagg, it had
placed her weary miles away from
Holbrook. She answered him coldly.
"No—if T 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 1 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 byl
\ u helped me—l suffered!
ears, with womanly trou-
mu so weak and nervoua
suffer such pain every
i thought at times 1 would
n such condition that I
ny work half of the time, j
he v<
awl
smothering
ly husband bought me a fun
ireatment of Cardui (6 bottle*) and 1
! can truthfuli} say that after I took 1
he last bottle 1 was well. Am en
joying the best of health now and am I
thankful to Cardui."
Take Cardui for your troaoie You
111 never regret it Begin to-day. I
Aak your nearest druggist
\ B. — Write to; Ladle- Adwsorj
Dept , Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chat- 1
bnooga. Term,, for Special Instruction*, j
#Upage oook, Home Treatment for
r oratB, sent n plain wrapper, on -e- I
QVMt — A
i ron, owf'ii Da\i> play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse. New York, by
William v Brad> Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
He crossed Hie room and lam hts
kandkerchlef on the pillow In which
Kitty was burrowing her head
Kitty caught hts hand and pressed it
to her tear-wet cheek
"Kenneth!” she said. "Kenneth! I
suppose you want me to go now. I’ve
nowhere to go. I've got nobody—no
body but Dick Maybe he’d understand
•foal me always o
go on paying for for what I 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 have to get calm This needs a
bit of thinking over "
"You asked me to marry you, Ken
You told your sister 1 was to be your
wife You said If you met the mar
you’d make him pay Well, you’ve met
un and you're making me pay. Netti
ng 4 changed. I am still the girl
you luved—the gtr! yon asked to marry
Kitty spoke slowly, gentlv. 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 spoke In deep disgust. "Tt is dif
ferent now You must see that. I
couldn't marry 7 you—surely “you would
not want to marry mo—now that we
both—know!' ’
Kitty began to cry ugafn
"No! I suppose you’ll go and leava
me now—like he did"'
The boy shuddered Then a thought
forced itself into his mind. Suppose
his father had left him here to teat hia
manhood by the reparation he made.
So he could pay his awful debt to his
father! Hie hysterical, half-craaed 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 lus first reck
oning day -a month ago
"You’ll 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 be your friend—I'll try
to heh> you—I—I—Well, the Nelsons owe
you something!" he concluded with such
unconscious humor that Kitty came near
spoiling her whole effect by one wiki
laugh of hysteria
The boy wtneed S*»« bad flicked him
on the raw,,
’ That’s true. Kan He never does
forgive. He quit me o-old—when—
^ TOwy «*a<nr odd*A
fully, "when your mother found out."
But she recollected her pose of Injured
Innocence *n 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!"
‘Til take care of you. HI go look
for work—and mother has not cast me
off yet!"
The bov tried to meet hm situation—
but he could not face Potter, who was
Juat letting in Adolf's assistant with the
luncheon that had been ordered so gay-
ly for "86" less than two houre 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, hut I guess there's eats enough
for two 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 a out tryin to get
someone’s goat, we frolic—eh, Kitty?—
frolic like lamb* 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
from the cab driving style of one James
—could you, DlokT’
Kitty, If I wag to be a fellow passen
ger.”
"Come on. then.” said Kittj And she
started a new chapter In her records
But for Ken it wsj* 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. YYork
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 1 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 fill I can 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
nstead, 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 th* 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*-more***.
By WILLIAM F. KIM.
f^r-s^HAT word ‘wise’ is a funny
J word, ain’t it, George?” said
the Manicure Lady. “There
- two gents in here this morning
in 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 email town.
He told me frank enough that he
didn’t have the habit of getting mani
cured, and lie said the only reason he
came in was because he had three or
four hangnails and had heard some
where that a manicure could flx hang
nails fine. He was awful nice and
gentlemanly ro 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 wks
doing so well that he wouldn’t care to
move into a city, where everything was
. id 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 lie had lots of brains, and I
knew he was a man."
"1 noticed him when he went out,"
said the Hoad Barber. "He didn’t give
you no tip. though.”
T didn't want no tip from him," de
clared the Manicure Lady. “I*et the
fresh guys tip me, as long ‘as they
have trie habit. He probably never
lived where folks got Ups. 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 wjls so
deep that he was all the time saying,
‘Do you follow me?’ I couldn’t have
lost him in his cheep chatter If I had
been ten times as stupid at 1 am.
which I ain't. Yes, he says he la 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 says, ‘I want
somebody to walk up and tell me. I
am good and hep to everything,’ he
say f.
"just when 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 flsh?’ 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
[ gave young sporty a swift call for
getting fresh wltii his elders, t talked
to him until T 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 1 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
jokes, gave me a imitation of himself
imitating George Cohan, and pulled a
iot of flash conversation, all during
the time l was hurrying madly to
get his nails did and get him out of
the shop.
"Thai 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 a^e 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 van to get in dutch with me,
George, Jusv come around some morn
ing and f ell me that you are a wise
fish '
Have You Decided About That Christ
inas Present for HIM?
Tell the Readers of The Georgian Just How Yon A v
Going to Solve the Gift-giving Problem This Year.
\ FLOOD of letters came In
AA the msil lo-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. Purely the?
are giving SOMF; thought to the
present which they are going to
give the wife on Christmas
morning! Tf 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 w r a.nt.
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 repro^ent a
certain amount of sacrifice on
his wife's part. Another wom
an aays she is geing to knit her
husband half a dozen pairs of
good, old-fashioned wool socks
That Bounds mighty good. He’ll
appreciate them twice as much
a^j if she bought Ibem ready
made, because every time he puts
them on lie’ll think of the loving
fingers that fashioned them.
Christmas time is tlie season
of sentiment—or should he. 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 18. be
cause T want to decide w T hose
suggestions are best, and send
the ■successful f.vntestants their
gold pieces In time for Christ-
ma.s.
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 S10 gold piece.
Three varads of $5 eacli 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 his wife. To the husband’*
letter that is adjudged the be»t
the wmiter will receive a. $1<* gold
piece. Husbands who write the
three next best letters will re
ceive, each, s $r> gold piece for
their thoughtfulness
Send your letters addressed to
MARY LEA DAVIS
Editorial Department,
The Atlanta Georgian
WATCH OR SHAVING SET,
Miss Mary' Lea Davis:
T 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.
Mi as 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 Mary Lea Davis:
My husband shall have a pair
of bedroom slippers and a loung
ing or bath robe for bis Christ
mas. They are both Inexpensive
and durable. MRS. JOE K.
Atlanta, Ga.
WATCH CHAIN OR FOB
Mies Man I>a Davis
T think the best gift for a hue
bAnd Is something he needs most.
If he has a handsome gold watch
and has no cb%in 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 *
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 w'ould welcome,
and which the whole family wrill
enjoy twelve months In the year
MRS. Y. D. G.
Birmingham. Ala.
A SHAVING STANtV
Miss Mary I,8& Davl»
I suggest a shaving *t&nr *»
the best Christmas present for
a man. They find so muob solid
comfort in having a mirror
their own. always adjusted to
suit their own height
MRS. HUBBY
Colirmbu*. Ga.
A RAINCOAT
Miss Mary Lea Da via
I expect to my hn«banfi t
fine rubberized raincoat for ■
Christmas present. I am *ut* V
will please him. It will be a use
ful and necessary gift.
MRS, W H. MV)
Live Oak. Fla.
A BOX OF HIS FAVORITES
Miss Mary Lea T>sv1«
| Why not give your husband s.
box of his favorit® cigars? I aji
sure he will get more enjoyment
out of this gift than any of
•seemingly useful things you us
ally buy. Nearly all men enjoy
smoking, nnd a box of cigar? is
inexpensive but acceptable gift.
MRS. W U. \
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 !s the one you
w r ish to please. If he smokes. \
box of cigars will please him in
finitely more than a gold-heede J
cane if he does not carry a can*.
MRS. DAVID A V
Atlanta., Ga.
A USEFUL PRE8ENT.
Miss Mary Ivea Davis:
I know the most useful gift for
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.
AM EASY CHAIR.
Mlsb Mary Lea Davis
I think an easy chair, a p«> ^f
comfortable bedroom shoes and a
smoking Jacket the most useful
as well as most appropriate trA r *
any wife can give her husband
MRS, R. M P
Atlanta, Ga
WILL GIVE HER A DREJD
Miss Mery Lea Davis:
I have selected for my wlf*»
Christmas a dress that appe* «
to me as being beautiful. I has®
several reasons for making th*
selection. One Is that I wi!
demonstrate to my wife tha typ*
of garments that I wish her to
wear E. C. M'C.
Cordele, Go,
WILL EARN HIS GIFT
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I am a woman of very moder*i*
means, and, realizing that t
could not take my Ohrlstma*
money from my husband's sav
ings, I decided to work in the
morning for an insurance agent
who pays me $. r » & week. For my
husband’s Christmas gifts I sha"
buy him half a dozen hemstitched
handkerchiefs and work his in!
tial in each corner, half dozer,
pairs of socks, one good book-
a bath robe, bedroom slipper* to
match and a subscription to The
Cosmopolitan, which Is his fa
vorlte magazine.
Alban)’, Ga. MRS, B, W,
A COMFORTABLE CHAIP
Miss Mar\ T Lea Davis
My husband could find a n*e
forjnost anything, but I am g'
lng to give him something he 1 *
been wanting a long time, a Me
ris chair. MRS. H. L H
Atlanta. Ga.
BOX OF HANDKERCHIEFS
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
T think a box of nlco handkr
fhlefs Is the most useful pres'
a wife can give her husband f
Christmas. MRS, C. E. P
Atlanta. Ga
CHICHESTER S PILLS
TIIEIMAMOX!) BEANlf A
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Take mo otb*r Buy of jot
OraKfint. A*l< for CIsI-t llES 7 ‘
diamond BRAND PILLS, ' **
years known M Bert, Safest, Always Rr -b.*
S010 BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWW
He Knew.
"Now said the photographer . to
the young man. "it will make a much
i better picture if you put your hand
i on your father’s shoulder."
"Humph," grunted the father. "It
would be more natural it he pttt it. in
‘ my pocket
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