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/I Thrilling Story- oj Society Blackmailers
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
All do Graham, the beautiful daugh
ter of U. S. District Attorney Gor
don Graham, la beloved by Captain
i.awrenoe Holbrook, a soldier of
fortune, free lance and all-around
good fallow. Aline love* him. but,
because of wm« secret In her paat,
*h« refnees to marry him. While
Holbrook la a: her house she re
solve* a telephone mes*a*e from
.1 idaon Flagg. a lawyer and notori
ous blackmailer of society. Hol
brook begs Aline to tell him her
«erret. 8he refuses and makes him
leave her. The message from Flagg
nss made her frantic, and she Is at
» loss to know what, to do.
Now Read On
(Novelized by>
i From the play by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York.
.Seriai rights held and copyrghted by
International News Service.)
S HE must think—think what to do
—how to flee the danger.
Aand at last she determined
rn flee it by meeting It—by facing it
—by gonlg Into the spider's web and
plucking from the inner meshes all
thsy held of danger tor her.
But not so easily are spiders van
quished. and Aline went deeper into
the black heart of intrigue, further
into the web of a master spider's
weaving than a girl may venture and
come out unsmirched.
At last the interminable dinner was
over at last the girl was free to seek
her own room, to don a cloak of
shrouding gray velvet and to creep
like a thief in the night from her
father's home, out into danger and
menace she would have died rather
than face.
Down the stairway, out upon the
street, skulking in shadow, trembling
r? a sound, the daughter of the Dis
trict Attorney of the United States
made her way like the most abject of
■he criminals her father prosecuted.
Would that father be forced to prose
cute his own daughter some evil day?
Aline Graham went trembling in
darkness on the night that marked
her life’s great flood tide, and that
darkness might soon be utter dark
ness, utter blackness because once a
pretty, motherless schoolgirl had
known three days of sunshine by a
summer sea!
His One Good Side.
Three days of sunshine by a sum
mer sea!”—and to-night Aline was
on her way from sunshine to gloom
that might be eternal—to the home
of Judson Flagg, blackmailer-in-chief
of Washington society.
In the house to which she was go-
,n P the master spider was weaving,
oaselessly weaving, webs to enmesh
ell unwary human flies who came
near him,
Judson Flagg felt certain that
Aline would a.nswer his threat and
come to him; hut while he waited for
one victim he must ever be planning
the undoing of others. With him was
the one human being who loved him
— who felt real affection for this noi
some creature who preyed on the
weaknesses of his fellow humans—it
was Tommy Gilbert, an orphan boy,
of 18, who acted as his uncle’s sec
retary and right-hand man. Be
cause there is chink in the armor
of the hardest heart, Flagg loved
Tommy too—and loved him the more
because in a world where he dared
trust few he could put absolute faith |
in Tommy Gilbert.
‘Not a single mistake In fourteen '
pages. Tommy!’" he said with pride
"You are a tine stenographer.”
’’Thank you, Uncle J ( udson,” said
the boy in great delight at praise
from his mentor.
“This bill certainly ought to get out
client a fat alimony allowance. I have
just said enough by innuendo to make
* rl:e getnlemen shiver,” he chuckled!
craftily. “And if he’s done anything!
olY color he’ll think we know all i
about it!”
"Yes, sir. I guess so,” said Tommv
sitting at the feet of wisdom.
' “There are just four things about a
divorce case, my boy. First—get your
fee. Second get your facts—the facts
- on both sides -then arrange your
facts. Third get a co-respondent”- <
being a spider who appreciated his !
nun humor, he paused and chuckled. !
“A co-respondent—the second mate on
the ship of matrimony, whose special
business is scuttling the ship—and the
fourth point. Tommy, is—bluff! blufT!
bluff!
The door hell rang
j "Walt. I’ve no appointment,” said
j Flagg, who feared always the coming
; of craft sufficient to sweep down his
web. “That’s a way the police have,”
he added, as he went into retirement
in the next room.
But it was not the police—instead
it was a new hrlnger of victims, him
self to be a victim before long. The
guest was a man at*out 40, mem
ber of the upper servant class and a
frightened looking creature withal.
Seeing the harmless helplessness of
the creature. Flagg ventured out.
I am Mr. Flagg. Go on, speak.
Tell me vour business.”
The man looked woefully embar
rassed, hesitated—then managed to
articulate: “I hear you buy private
letters—sometimes!”
Aline’s Call.
’ Who told you that?”
‘‘Why, the Spanish Ambassador's
chauffeur told me.”
"Um—what’s his name?”
“McCormack.”
“Are you a legation chauffeur?”
“No—I’m—a butler.”
“Whose?”
“oCngressman Rowland’s.”
While this “third degree” was go
ing on. Tommy had slepped behind
the curtains on the other side of the
room and was arranging some mat
ters there. What he was doing, the
“butler” would learn later to his sor
row.
“You have one of his letters?”
asked the spider with his first show
of interest.
“A lady wrote It to him,” said
Jones.
”H’m! How do you know she’s a
LADY?”
“Senator's wife, sir.”
The Interest grew. “Let me see
it,” said the grim-faced dealer lp the
mistakes of—ladies.
Jones shame facedly produced the
letter from his coat pocket and
passed it across the desk to Flagg.
“Sit down.”
Jones sank into a chair and fum
bled with his hat as Flagg read the
tender missive. Evidently the man
did not relish the traffic In which he
was engaged.
“Why, the old flirt!” said Flagg,
rolling the sweet morsel between lips
that fed on such matters. The Sen
ator Chicago a whole week I
Have you all to myself.”
The tinkle of the phone—“Hello,
hello! Yes, this is Mr. Flagg talk
ing!” A pause—a smile of revolting
quality spread across the features of
the spider “Oh! It’s you, is it? Wait
a minute!”
A secret nod and Tommy whisked
the bewildered Jones into the next
room.
And Flagg told a mysterious some
body at the other end of the line how
wise she had been to call him—ani
turned. Flagg nushed a button in the
desk—there was a flash—and a glare
of light. Completely unnerved, Jones
staggered back.
“Wha—what’s—that?” To his be
wildered intellect, “that" seemed like
a machination of Satan himself—and
it was!
“Just a flashlight photograph of you
Flagg pushed a button in the desk—there was a flash—and a glare of light. Completely unnerved, Jones staggered back.
how safe she would be to come to him
now—how she would see nobody but
him. And a little new fly was sched
uled to come to the web in ten min
utes’ time! The spider was well sat
isfied with himself, and, hanging up
the receiver, smiled hideously. Then
he summoned the now thoroughly
overawed Jones.
“Do you want the letter, sir? My
wife's sick—and the doctor’s bills and
medicine—I need the money or I
shouldn’t do it for anything.”
“Thecal! do,” said tse spider, dryly.
“Fifty? No? A hundred’s the limit.”
“Tommy, take his name.” He count
ed off the bills—and then with sud
den friendliness he asked: “Do you
like good pictures?"
"Pictures, sir?” asked Jones in great
surprise.
"Paintings. That’s a fine one above
the door.”
Flattered by this attention, Jones
in case you ever deny you were here.”
“Good Gawd!” Jones fled the plague
spot.
“His conscience is chasing him,
Tommy.”
Tommy laughed—to him his bene
factor—his wise Uncle Judson was a
marvelous man. The boy began read
justing the camera—getting it r< idly
for the next flash.
"It’s late, my lad—time growing boys
were in bed—getting their beauty
sleep.” Now, as no beauty sleep woul 1
avail plain little Tommy —and he
knew It—they both laughed again in
perfect good fellowship. Flagg put his
arm affectionately around the boy,
and took him to the doorway.
“You are a good boy, Tommy, and J
your uncle loves you."
“I love you. too—Uncle Jud.”
Flagg patted the boy affectionately
on the shoulder.
“Leave your window open, my boy,
and get plenty of fresh air. Good
night, boy.” »
“Good-night.”
Flagg held the portieres back and
watched the boy go up the stairs.
There was something almost momen
tous in the way he watched the boy—•
he seemed loath to have him get out
of his sight. As if an afterthought, he
called after the boy
“And. Tommy—when you grow up
to.be a great man, and tyrite letters to
the ladies—don't write them, Tom
my!”
“I won't. Uncle Jud.” The voice
floated back, vaguely indistinct, from
regions above.
And Flagg prepared himself to re
ceive his fair visitor.
She was traveling through the
streets furtively. Her telephone mes
sage had been a clandestine one, lest
anyone hear—and, hearing, know tod
much of what she proposed to risk—
and gain—and lose that night.
The expected visitor was Aline!
As she traversed the streets, her
heart raced hack in quick beats to
Larry Holbrook—to every accent of
her captain’s mellow, ringing voice—
to the help that might have been hers
if only she had dared to take it. She
forced herself to be strong—to go on.
At last she reached the appointed
house—the door was unlocked as she
had been told, she met no one-
■ she had been promised—and alone en-
| tered the House of Doom. She came
down a long hallway, pushed open
the door of a dimly lighted room —
and stood alone, unprotected, a girl
in the web of the master spider. Jud
son Flagg, blackmailer and shyster
lawyer.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success by Owen Davis
fNovelized byl
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by
William A. Brady. Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
"im dismissing Potter—and going to
look for more work. I'll leave you the
room, Dick—I've nothing else to leave,”
said the boy, with a bitter attempt at
jauntiness.
"Oh, going to do more looking-for
work, you mean. Well, s’long—I’ll keep
the piano entertained while you're
gone.”
Dick struck a chord. He picked out
a little running trill and then he ad
dressed the place where Kenneth had j
little
stood a moment before:
“You’re certainly one funny
guy.”
Then, with sundry thumps and ar
peggios and cadenzas, he began prac
ticing his favorite, “Meet Me in Spoon-
time. Dearie." His hand thumped out
resounding chords, his feet postured and
cavorted in dance steps, and over and
over aguln he importuned “Dearie.”
At last the door opened a crack—
widened a bit to admit Jim. who had
assured himself that Dick was holding
the fort alone
Jim stood in the doorway, voicing a
silent protest. At last lie came in, sat
down and began filling his old clay pipe
from a jar of tobacco he found on the
littered table. He shook his head sadly
the while—clay pipes, indeed! This graft
was about played out. He wondered
what Kitty meant by sticking. Finally
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be began glancing In protest over his
shoulder at the piano player.
“Cut it. can’t yer?” he asked.
“What?” asked Dick, without stop
ping
“That’s enough to drive a man bat
ty!”
“There’s lots of different ways to sing
a song,’’ said Dick, complacently trying
another method of attack.
“There’s lots of different ways to sing
it rotten and you’ve tried them all,”
said Jim with something like a snarl.
Dick sneered openly.
"I can get a price for it! That’.*
what’s the matter. I’m the only one
around this dump with nut enough to
earn a dollar."
J1m whined a bit. It would not do to
estrange Dick at the particular moment
when affairs were in such bad shape. If
the break came, there was no telling
which way the cat would jump—the
"cat” being. In this case, suitably
enough, Kitty—and Jim thought it the
better part of valor to calm Mr. I^e Roy
a bir
"The boy is payin’ our rent, ain’t he,
and charging up our breakfasts! That’s
a start on the day’s occupation, ain’t
it? Now if only kebs was still popu
lar-—-’’
Dick’s Appeal.
"This is all right, if you like It,”
broke in Dick with no desire to placate
anybody, "I’ve had enough. So I’ll prac
tice my song."
The door opened unceremoniously and
Kitty walked in. She still wore the
little lavender waist that had seemed so
dainty a week ago. Now, both it and
her smart little hat were crumpled and
tawdry looking. A sort of dejection
seemed to hang about Kitty, bne was
no longer the merry little miss who
dared to be her own “small time’’ self
with Dick and the dainty airs she had
assumed for Ken were worn through
their veneer.
“Kitty, my jewel, you wear the ex
pression of a silver-plated shine.” said
Dick, airily.
“You slept late, my dear, ’ added Jim
w ith a near-paternal air.
“What Is there to do?’’ asked Kitty,
petulantly.
Dick had stopped playing and sat
watching the pair. He shrugged his
shoulders and swung round on the stool
— another chord a run—and he began to
sing, "Meet Me in Spoon Time, Dearie.’’
Kitty threw up her arms, and rush
ing impatiently to the uttermost corner
of the room, flung herself into a seedy
ofd chair.
“Shut up. Dick Roy—will you?
You’ll drive me crazy with that song!” j
Dick rose angrily.
“It ain’t the song—that’s sure Are! I
It’s this Joint! • Kitty ”
"Kitty.” said Dick, with the w’armth j
of kindling passion, “Kitty, won’t you |
ever get wise? The kid is flat broke. .
He ain’t paid last week’s room rent, i
It’s time to blow out!"
Kitty looked at him for a moment i
with an interested question hidden In ■
the back of her eyes. She considered
his well set-up figure, his clothes that j
still bore the marks of jauntiness and
tailoring and fit, his radiant, sure-of- 1
Itself smile. She looked Dick all over
very calmly and dispassionately, seemed j
to weigh hjm and his words and then
answered with a touch of finality In the [
syllable.
“No!”
Jim looked up at his daughter In some '
concern. Then he grinned at them im- j
pudently.
,r lt’s love this time. Dirk! She’s lls I
tenlng for them wedding hells."
“Oh, he’ll get money,” she said at i
last. “His folks have to come to the
front.”
Then she gave over her attempts lo j
carry the thing through with a bold
bluff. She whimpered a little and spoke
in a tone that was half coldness, half
despair.
“But It’s fierce now—fierce! I can’t
stand much more of if!”
Dick spoke in savage disappointment.
“I ain’t going to stand jiny more of
it! I’m through! I got rtiy booking
this morning!"
"What did they give you?” asked
Kitty with some show of animation and
brucines*. ^
"Eleven weeks on the big-small time—
eighty per."
He sat on the arm of Kitty’s chair—
and bent over her with another sort of
blaze In eyes and voice.
“Kitty! They’d make It one-seventy-
five for a double act!”
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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What About the Christmas Gift
for Your Husband?
Tell the Readers of The Georgian How YOU Have
Solved the Problem of Present-giving.
READ THE OFFER.
To the Wife who -writes the bext short letter telling what is the moat
useful gift for a husband, one $10 gold piece.
Three awards of $5 each will be given the wives whose letters are. ad
judged the ne.rt best.
Also, l will award the same prizes to husbands who write brief letters
outlining the most appropriate gift for a husband to give his wife. To the
husband's letter that is adjudged the best the writer will receive a $10,
gold piece. Husbands who write the three ne.rt best letters will receive,
each, a $5 gold piece for their thoroughness.
Bend pour letters addressed to
MARY LEA DAVIS,
Editorial Department. The Atlanta Georgian.
I OTS of The Georgian’s readers are interested In that offer i made
the other day, and which will not expire until December 18. If
they are not. then I am greatly mistaken, because every mail
brings me a big bundle of letters on the subject.
1 am mighty glad that the married folks are giving some thought
to the question of present giving Husbands should give their wives ap
propriate gifts at t’liristmas. and the same is true of wives who give
their husbands presents at this season of the year.
Just what is an appropriate gi/t lias caused much worry on the
part of both husband. 5 * and wives I’m sure, and it was to make the mat
ter easy for them that I decided to start this contest. I wanted th«
ideas of others to be a help to all our readers.
Many splendid ideas have been advanced. I have been interested
in all of them. 1 think that a gootd deal of sentiment should enter into
the matter of present giving between man and wife. The present do£a
not have to be elaborate or expensive. To my mind the best gift is om
that contains a. lot of personal sentiment and is NOT expensive. _*
Here are some letters that have just arrived:
GIVE HIM A BRACELET!
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
If a wife wishes-to give some
thing that her husband really will
appreciate and sacredly cherish
In memory of her. let her follow'
my modest suggestion and on
Christmas morning present him
with a beautiful new rug for the
parlor, or a dainty bracelet. Noth
ing could be nicer than either of
these Yes, give him a brace
let! MRS. W. M. M.
Carrollton, Ga.
A SUIT OF CLOTHES.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I think the best gift a wife
could gijre her husband would be
a nice suit of clothes.
MRS. MARY W.
Atlanta, Ga’.
A MORRIS CHAIR.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
The very nicest gift for a home-
loving husband who enjoys his
hooka and papers is a good Mor
ris chair—one in which he can be
comfortable at all times.
MRS. ROSE C.
Atlanta, Ga.
A BANK ACCOUNT.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
In my opinion, a degree of
financial independence is a pres
ent that the average woman
would enjoy more than any other
gift. A bank account of $60 or
$120, or more, according as he can
—to be unquestioned—would be^V
the Ideal gift. G. A. K. S.
Atlanta, Ga.
A SMOKING SET.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
As my husband smokes, I re
solved that it should be done com
fortably. “decently and in order,”
so my first Christmas present to
him was a simple smoking set,
consisting of a glass tobacco Jar.
a INty to hold it, another tray for
pipes, cigar holders and cigar
stumps, a couple of corncob pipes
and a small table on which to
place these. I keep the jar filled,
pipes clean of ashes and renew
them as occasion requires, a box
of matches always on hand, a$id
all scrupulously clean. It halt
been a constant source of pleas
ure and comfort to my husband
and not one of our six children
has ever meddled with “daddy's
table.” MRS. F. H. J,.Y
Atlanta, Ga.
LIKE USEFUL PRESENTS. ;
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Most men appreciate useful
gifts instead of ornamental ones.
Among the useful ones are cbif-
forobes. .Morris chairs, large rock
ers. stickpins, cuff links, rings,
plain or fancy handled umbrellas,
fancy vests, shaving sets, smok
ing jackets and smoking sets.
Although it isn’t wise to encour
age smoking, still we can’t keep
them from it when they want to
smoke. MRS. J. R. S.
Atlanta, Ga.
RAINCOAT OR DROP LIGHT.
Mias Mary Lea Davis:
As it is generally conceded that
husband pays for his own Christ
mas gifts In settling the hills, so
let’s make it as easy and practi
cal as possible for him. Give him
a raincoat, or an easy chair, so
as to make him comfortable when
he’s at home, or a good drop light
to enjoy the paper by.
MRS. ALICE N.
Atlanta, Ga. ]
GIVE HER A CHECK.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Give the wife a check (amount
governed by circumstances).
Nine times in ten she will derive
more pleasure from spending the
money than any present you
could give her. A. J.^
Buckhead, Ga.
HER GIFT A RHYME.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
The best Xmas gift of all. I think.
To give our hubby, dear.
Is handkerchiefs, hose, ties and
glorea.
Or anything else to wear.
It doesn’t matter how fine or
cheap,
How much or little you give.
All depends on the smile you
wear.
And the spirit you give it
with.
Atlanta, Ga. MRS. L. L. R
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