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Fnt * ■ipTUn? U nil ^iT / * rj *'***%. ' h> A I billing Story oj Society Blackmailers AT BAY 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 Auk yovr Dro«*M for / A f l»li«a«„dRnui/Al I llli In Rf4 And iretalHr '/ i ko*'*. temied with Blue Ribbon \/ 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 •*—i7 Try- Maxwell House Blend TEA The same high standard of quality that has made Maxwell House Blend Coffee famous. Srlk, Vf-lb., I-lh. AH-Tight Canisters A»h your grocmw for it Ch9«k-Ne»l C®- Mootevliu