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First
Alin* Graham. the beauU/u 1 dough
far of U. B Diitrtot Attorney flor
4on Urabam. 1* beloved h> Oaptaln
Lawrence Halbrook, a soldier of
fortume, free lance and all around
food fellow Aline lovee him, but,
bfoanaa of aome secret In her pail,
•ha refneea to merry him. While
Holbrook la at her house she re
ceives a telephone mcn*a,*re from
Ju4eon Flag*. a lawyer and netorl-
oua blackmailer of society Hol
brook beg a Aline to tell him her
secret. Bhe refuses and maker him
■ save her. The mesas** from Flag*
bee mad* her frantic, and she is at
a loss to know what to do
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(Novelized by)
(From the play h> *;*orK«- Scar
borough, now being presented at the
Hilrty-nlnth Street Theater, New York
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service t
pHE must think—think what to do
—how to flee the danger.
Aand at last she determined
to flee it by meeting it - by facing It
by gonig Into the spider’s web and
plucking from the inner meshes all
they held of danger for her
But not «o easily are spider* van
quished, and Aline went deeper Into
ihe black heart of Intrigue, further
Into the web of a master spider's
weaving then a girl may venture and
come out unsmirelied.
\t 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 end to creep
like ;i 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
at a sound, the da tighter of ihe Dis
trict Attorney of the United States
made her way like the most auject <-f
he criminal* her father prosecuted
Would that father he forced to prose
cute his own daughter some evil day?
Aline Graham went trembling 1n
darkness on the night that marked
her life's great flood tide, and that
darkness might soon he utter dark
ness. utter blank ness because once a
pretty, motherless schoolgirl had
known three days of sunshine hv a
summer »ea!
His One Good Side.
Three days of sunshine by a sum
mer sea! ’ and to-night Aline was
on her wav from sunshine to gloom
that might be eternal to the home
of JiiuMin Flagg, blackmailer-in-chief
of Washington society.
In the house to which she was go
ing the master spider was weaving,
ceaselessly weaving, webs to enmesh
all unwary human files who came
near him.
.Unison Flagg felt certain that
Mine would answer his threat and
ome to him; but while he waited for
one victim he, must ever be planning
t > undoing of others With him was
< one human h*1ng who loved him
v ho felt real affection for this noi-
o ne creature who preyed on the
weaknesses of his fellow humans—it
v i« Tommy Gilbert, an orphan boy,
of IS who acted as his uncle’s sec
retary and right-hand man Be
cause there tv chink 1n the armor
of the hardest heart, Flagg loved
Tommy.too and loved him the more
because in a iworld 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 boy in great delight at praise
from his mentor
This bill certainly ought, to get our
' bent a fat alimony allowance. 1 have >
jus: said enough by Innuendo to make
’the getnlemen shiver,” he chuckled!
< raftlly ‘And if lie's done anything]
off color lie'll Ihlnk we know all
about It”'
Yes, sir. I guess so,” said Tommy,
ttlrig at file feet of wisdom.
‘‘There are Just four things about a 1
divorce case, rny boy. First get your I
f- ■ Second get your facte- -the facts 1
- n both sides then arrange your 1
j fads Third get a co-respondent"
' being a spider who appreciated his
■ wn humor, he paused and chuckled.
A co-respondent —the second mate on
1 he ship of matrimony, whose special
business Is scuttling the ship and the
fourth point, Tommy, Is bluff! bluff!
bluff!
The door bell rang
Walt I’ve no appointment," said
Flagg, a ho feared always the coming
of craft sufficient to sweep down his
wob “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 \va> 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.
T am Mr Flagg. Go on, speak.
Tell me your business.”
The man looked woefully embar
rassed, hesitated—-then managed to
articulate ”1 hear you buy private
letters sometimes!**
quality spread acres* the features of
the spider ”Oh! It’s you. Hi it? Walt
a mlnt^te! ”
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—and
turned. Flagg nushed a button in tne
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 maohination of Satan himself—and
it was!
“Just a flashlight photograph of you
THE FLASHLKJIIT TRAP.
Aline's Call.
"Whn told you thal ?"
“Why, tin- Spanish Ambassador's
chauffeur told me.”
1 111 what's his name’”
"Met ’nrmaek.”
Arc you a legation chauffeur””
No I’m a butlsr"
“Whose ?’’
“oGngresstpan Rowland’s.”
While this “third degree' was go
ing on. Tommy had stepped behind
the (jurtalns on the other side of the
room and was arranging some mat
ters there. What ho was doing, the
"butter” would learn later to his sor
row.
"You have one of his tetters?"
asked the spider with hts 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. “Lei me see
It.” said the grim-faced dealer In the
mistakes of ladies.
Jones shame facedly produced the
tetter from his coal pocket and
passed it across the desk to Flagg.
“Bit down."
Jones sank into a chair and fum
bled with Ids hat as Flagg read the
tender missive ifvldently 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
. .Have you all to myself."
The tinkle of the phone 'Hello,
hello’ Yes, this is Mr. Flagg talk
ing! \ pause a smite 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 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 1 need the money or I
wouldn’t do it for anything.”
“They all 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 flne one above
the door." 1
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 ^lttte 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 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 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 alorie en
tered the House of Doom. She came
down a long hallway, pushed open
the ddor 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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fNovelized By!
(From Owen Davis' play now being pre
sent ed at tlie Playhouse, New York, by
William A Brady Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT-
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“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, with a bitter attempt at
jauntiness.
“Oh, going 1o do more looking—for
work, you mean Well, s’long—1*11 keep
the piano enterlalned 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 thump® 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 filling his old clay pipe
from a Jar of tobacco he found on the
littered table lie 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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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
ahother 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’s
what’s the matter. I’m tbe 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 cat would Jump—the
“cat” being, In this case, suitably
enough, Kitty—and Jim thought it the
letter part of valor to calm Mr Le Roy
a 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, “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 dejectioD
seemed to hang about Kitty. She 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 slej>t late, my dear.” added Jim
with 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
old chair.
“Shut up, Dick l*e Roy 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 ap<1
tailoring and fit. his radiant, sure-of-
itself 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* I can’t
stand much more of it!’’
Dick spoke in savage disappointment.
“I 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 £ome show of animation and
brightness
“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 Bow' YOT Hav?
Solved the Problem of Present-giving.
READ THE OFFER.
To ihP wife who writes thi IMn# whqt tht |
useful fjift for a husband, one $10 gold piece.
Three awards of $5 each will b> given the wives whose letter* 0i/ 1
judged the next best.
Also. / will award the same prizes to husbands who write brief t*t* 1
(aitlining the most appropriate gift for a husband to give his wife. To t/,,
husband's letter that is adjudged the best the writer wiU rooMr* 0 in,
gold piece. Husbands who write, the three next best letters win t^ |
each, a $5 gold piece for their thoroughness.
Send your letters addressed to
MARY LEA DAYTB.
Editorial Department. The Atlanta G#onrvm.
I OTS of The Georgian’s readers are interested in that offer I mart* |
the other day, and which will not expire until December 11
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brings me a big bundle of letters on the subject.
I am mighty glad that the murrted folks ar<- giving some though I
to the question of present giving. Husbands should give thstr itw a I
propriate gifts at Christmas, and the same is »t.rue of wives who I
their husbands presents at\th
Just what is an appropriate gilt li»s caused much worn- on the I
part, of both husbands and wives l .m sure und 11 was to make the mat
ter easy for them that I decided 11* shirt this contest. I wanted I
ideas of others to be a help to all our readers
Many splendid ideas have been advanced I have been interest*,- I
in all of them. I think that a good deal of sentiment should enter- into I
the matter of present giving between man and wife. The present doea I
not have to be elaborate or expensive. To my mind the best gift. It -*<» I
that contains a lot of personal sentiment and is NOT expensive
Here are some tetters 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:
T think the best gift a wife
could give her husband would be
a nice suit of clothes.
MRS. MARY W
Atlanta, Ga.
A MORRIS CHAIR.
Miss Mary Lea Dtivis:
The very nicest gift for a home-
loving husband who enjoys his
hooks and papers is a good Mor
ris chair—one in which he can be
comfortable at all times.
M RS. 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
the ideal gift. G. A. K. S
Atlanta, Ga.
A SMOKING SET.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
As my husband smokes, l 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 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 cteart It. ■>*,
been a constant source of plea*,
ure and comfort to my husband
and not one of our «lx chi Wren
has ever meddled with ‘MedrtyN I
table." MRS, F. H, J.
Atlanta. Ga.
LIKE USEFUL PRESENTS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Most men appreciate n»efu!
gifts instead of ornamental one*.
Among tbe useful ones are chif
forobes, Morris chairs, large rook-
era stickpins, cuff links, rinse
plain or fancy handled umbrella?,
fancy vests, shaving sets, smok
ing jackets and smoking setg, J
Although 11 isn’1 wise to enc< •
age smoking, still we can’t keap j
them from it when they want to
smoke. MRS. .T. R. P
Atlanta. Ga.
RAINCOAT OR DROP LIGHT
Miss Mary Lea. Davis:
As it Is generally conceded that
husband- pays for his own Christ
inas gifts in settling the bills, so
let’s make It ae 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 X.
Atlanta, Ga.
GIVE HER A CHECK.
Miss Mary Lea Davie
Give the wife a check (aznmmt
governed by circumstance*).
Nine times in ten she wdll derive
more pleasure from spending th*
money than any present yon
could give her. A. J.
Buckhead, Ga.
HER GIFT A RHYME-
Miss Mary Lea Davis-
The best Xmas gift of all, I thhft,
To give our hubby, dear,
Is handkerchiefs, hose, ties und
gloves.
Or anything else to wear
It doesn’t matter how flne «r
cheap.
How much or little you give
All depends on the smile yon j
wear.
And the spirit you give li
with.
Atlanta, Ga. MRS. L. L. E
Little. Rock
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