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© @ If You Want to heel Good the Day After, Confine Your Christmas Fullness to Yout Stocking ® % ♦ THE < rs MAGAzr NIL J PAG 1 —■ ■>. s ^ V s ' — :rrr =a : AT BAY : a i hrilling Story of Society Blackmailers ® 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. The World’s Confidence in any article intended to relieve the sufferings of humanity is not lightly won. There must be continued proof of value. But for three generations, and throughout the world, endur ing and growing fame and favor have been accorded BEECHAM’S PILLS because they have proved to be the best corrective and preventive of disordered con ditions of stomach, liver, kid neys and bowels. The first dose gives quick relief and per manent improvement follows their systematic use. A trial will show why, in all homes, the use of Beecham’s Pills Continues To Increase ! Sold everywhere. In boxes 10c., 25c. 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. Automatic Cross Tabulating Do you know what that means? It means that with a Burroughs equipped with this new carriage every time you pull the handle the carriage automatically moves over to the next column, or clear across the sheet. It doesn't make any differ ence whether the sheet is ten inches or eighteen inches—it is all the same thing. You can arrange it to carry from column to column, right across the sheet, or you can arrange to have it stop at any point in the sheet you want it. Of course, this is one of the Bur roughs new things. If you went into your bookkeeping department and found out what you could do with a device of that kind you probably would be surprised to find bow much you were paying for getting along without it. Burroughs Adding Machine To. G. M. GREENE. Sales Mgr. 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 f Novelized by) (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. 1 r u C 1 PA1 i/n r I V ri [T p D r\ A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in New York J [ n c J rAJ lVU tL I LI U. i. DUri. K. L/ Adapted from the Big Broadway Success by Owen Davis 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. 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