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What About the Christmas Gift
for Your Husband?
"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 amis, and rush
ing impatiently to the uttermost corner
of the room, flung herself Into a seedy
old chair.
“Shut up, Dick I» Hoy—will you?
You’ll drive me crazy with that song!”
Dick rose angrily.
"It ain’t the song—that's sure fire!
It's this joint! Kitty ”
"Kitty." said Dick, with the warmth
of kindling passion, “Kitty, won't you
ever get wise? The kid is flat broke.
He ain't paid last week's room rent.
It’s time to blow out!”
Kitty looked at him for a moment
with an Interested question hidden in
the back of her eyes. She considered
his well set-up figure, his clothes that
still bore the marks of jauntiness and
tailoring and fit. his radiant, sure-of-
ltself smile. She looked Dick all over
very calmly and dispassionately, seemed
to weigh him 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
pudently.
"It's love this time. Dick! She’s lis
tening for them wedding bells.”
Oh, he’ll get money.” she said at
last. "His folks have to come to the
front.”
Then she gave over her attempts to
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! T can’t
stand much more of it!"
Dick spoke in savage disappointment.
"1 ain't going to stand any more of
it! I'm through! I got my booking
this morning!”
“What did they give you?” asked
Kitty with some show of animation and
brightness.
“HIeven 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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The I• rte»t tale #f an* mediriae No anr .hoald
te reed the direct i«Uu with every hex. j
[Novelized byl
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by
\\ ihlam \ BraU.v Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“I’m 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, W’ith a bitter attempt at
jauntinesd.
"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 |
stood a moment before
"You're certainly one funny little
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 again 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 he came in. sat
down and began tilling 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
wlmt Kitty meant by sticking. Finally
We have moved to our new store,
97 Peachtree Street.
ATLANTA FLORAL CO.
he 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,”
saiti Jim with something like a snarl.
Dick sneered openly.
"I can get a price for it! That’s
what's the matter. I’m the only one
around this dump with nut enough to
earn a dollar."
Jim 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 oat would jump—the
"eat” being, in this case, suitably
enough. Kitty—and Jim thought it the
better part of valor to calm Mr. Le Roy
u bit.
“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. 'Tve 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 She was
no longer the merry little miss who
dared to be her own "small time” self
wdth 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
with a near-internal air.
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It means that with a Burroughs
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every time you pull the handle the
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or eighteen inches—it is all the same
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from column to column, right across
the sheet, or you can arrange to have
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Of course, this is one of the Bur
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If you went into your bookkeeping
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you probably would be surprised to
find bow much you were paying for
getting along without it.
Burroughs Adding Machine To.
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163 Peachtree Street
ATLANTA, GA.
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First
Alin*tjrjkham. tha beautiful daugh
ter of U. H. District Attorney Got
don Graham, la beloved by Captain
Dttwrer.ee If ilbrook n uoUller of
ferttvna, frae lame and all-around
good fellow Aline loves him, but,
because of eome secret in her past,
she refuses to marry film While
Holbrook Is a: bar house she re
selves s telephone m**.*«i**a from
Jadjton Flagg, a lawyer and netorl
ms blackmailer of *o- iety. Hoi
brook begs Altne to tell him her
secret. Hhe refuses and ins ken him
leave her g'hs message from Flagg
has made her frantic, nnd she is at
s loss to know what to do
Now Read On
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(From th** play «>;
borough, now heing presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York
Serial rights held nod copyrighted by
International News Service >
S HE must think—think what to do
—how to flee the danger.
Aand at last ahe determined
to flee it by meeting It by facing it
—bv gonig into the spider’s web and
piix'king from the inner meshes all
they held of danger for her.
But not »o easily are spiders van
quished, and Aline went d« ei*tr into
the black heart of Intrigue, further
Into the web of a master spider’s
weaving than \ girl may venture and
come out unsmlrched.
At last the interminable dinner was
over at last the girl was free to seek
her own room, to don a cloak of
shronding gray velvet and to creep
like a thief in the night from her
father's home, out into dancer and
menace she would have died rather
than face
Down the stairway, out upon the
•*reet, skulking in shadow, trembling
at a sound, the daughter of the Dis
trict Attorney of the United States
made her way like the most abject of
the 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 he utter dark
ness. utter blackness because once «
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 he eternal to the home
of Judson Flagg blackmailer-in-chief
of Washington society.
In the house to which she was go
ing the master spider was weaving,
ceaselessly weaving, w f ebs to enmesh
all unwary human flies who came
near him.
Judson Flagg felt certain that
Aline would answer Ms threat and
come to him. but while he waited for
the undoing of others. Wi
the one human being who
win. f*»it real affection f(
sone • reature who preyed **n the
weaknesses of his fellow humans -it
was Tommy Gilbert, an orphan hoy,
of JH, who anted as hi- uncle’s sec
retary and right-hand man. Be
cause there is chink in the armor
of the hardest heart. I-Tagg loved
Tommy too- arid 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 fine stenographer."
"Thank you, Uncle Judson,” said
the bov in great delight at praise
from his mentor
"This bill certainly ought to get otlr
client a fat alimony allowance. I have
lust said enough by innuendo to make
the getnlemen shiver.” he chuckled
raftily. "And if he’s done anything
know all
• ■ features of
at, is It? Wait
turned. Flagg nushed a button in tne
desk—there was a flash—and a glare
of light. Completely unnerved. Jones
Till-; FLASIILKIIIT TRAP.
I off color he’ll .
about it!"
Yes, sir. I guess so," said Tommy,
(sitting at the feet of wisdom.
“There are just four things about a
• divorce case. »ny boy. First get your
Second get your fac ta- the facts
on both sides then arrange your
facts Third get a co-respondent"
being a spider who appreciated his
own 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! Iduff!
bluff!
The door bell rang.
"Walt. I’ve no appointment,” said
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 bringer of victims, him
self to be a victim before long. The
guest was a man about 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 atn Mr. Flagg Go on, apeak.
Tell ine your business."
The man looked woefully embar
rassed, hesitated -then managed to
articulate: "l hear you buy private
letters -sometimes!”
Aline’s Call.
"Who told you that 7”
“Why, the Spanish Ambassador's
chauffeur told me.”
I'm what’s his name*?"
"Met ’ormack."
Are you a legation chauffeur?”
"No—I’m -a butler”
"Whose?”
"oGngressman Rowland’s."
While this "third degree” was g.»
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 Ills 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 in 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 sjveet morsel between lips
that fed on such matters. The Sen
ator Chicago tv whole week
...... 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
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 he 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-
isfled 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 l need the money or I
wouldn't do it for anything.”
"They all do," said tse spicier, 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,
T ommy.”
Tommy laughed—to him his bene
factor—his wise Uncle Judson was a
marvelous man. The boy began read
justing the camera—getting it ready
for the next flash.
"It's late, my lad—time growing boys
were in bed—getting their beauty
sleep." Now, as no beauty sleep would
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
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 write letters to
the ladles—don't write them. Tom
my!”
"I won't. Uncle Jud." The voi^e
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’ to.i
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 back 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 «he
had been told, she met no one—as
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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Tell the Readers of The Georgian How YOU Have
Solved the Problem of Present-giving.
READ THE OFFER.
To tltv wife who write* the bent short letter telling what it the
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 next best.
Also, / will award (he 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 trill receive a
gold piece. Husbands who write the three next best letters will receive
each, a $5 gold piece for their thoroughness.
if end gour letters addressed tit
MARY LEA DAVIS,
Editorial Department, The Atlanta Georgian.
L OTS of The Georgian’s readers are interested in that offer I mad§
the other day, and which will not expire until December 18 If
they are not, then I am greatly mistaken, because every mall
brings me a big bundle of letters on the subject.
I 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 Christmas, and the same is true of wives who give
their husbands presents at this season of the year.
Just what is an appropriate gift has caused much worry on the
part of both husbands and wives I’m sure, and it was to make the mat
ter easy for them that I decided ti> start this contest. I wanted the
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. I think that a good deal of sentiment should enter into
the matter of present giving between man and wife. The present does
not have to be elaborate or expensive. To my mind the best gift is one
that contains a lot of personal sentiment and is NOT expensive
Here are some letters that have just arrived:
GIVE HIM A BRACELETl
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 ni(^r than either of
these. Yes, give him a brace
let! MRS. W. M M.
Carrollton, Ga.
A SUIT OF CLOTHES.
Miss Mary Lea Oavis:
I think the best gift a w’ife
could give her husband would be
a nice suit of clothes.
MRS. MARY W.
. Atlanta, Ga.
A MORRIS CHAIR.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
The vert nicest gift for a home-
loving husband who enjoys his
books 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 independency 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
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 tray to hold it, another tray for
pipes, cigar holders and cigar
stumps, a couple of corncob pipes
and a small table on w’hich to
place these. I keep the jar filled,
pipes clean of ashes and renew’
them as occasion requires, a bor
of matches always on hand, a#id
all scrupulously clean. It has
been a constant source of pleas
ure and comfort to my husband
and not one of our six children
has ever meddled with "daddy 1
table.” MRS. F. H J.
Atlanta. Ga.
LIKE USEFUL PRESENTS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Most men appreciate useful
gifts instead of ornamental ones.
Among the useful ones are chif-
forobes, Morris chairs, large rock
ers. stickpins, cuff links, ring?,
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 bills, 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.
Buck head, Ga.
HER GIFT A RHYME.
Miss Mary’ Lea Davis:
The best Xmas gift of all. I think.
To give our hubby, dear.
1 s handkerchiefs, hose, ties and
gloves,
Or anything else to wear.
It doesn’t matter how fine or
cheap,
How much or little you give.
All depends on the smile yon
wear.
And the spirit you give It
with.
Atlanta, Ga. MRS. L. L. H.
5 sr» Little Rock
3Hot Springs
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