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First
Alin© GraJia.ro. the beautiful d*
lor •>t U. 8. District Attorney Hen
don Graham. It beloved by < aptatn
ewmnrt HaJhrook. « eoldler of
fortune, free lance and all around
rood fellow Aline love* him, but,
oeoauae of aom© secret In her paat.
*h© refuse* to marry him While
Hclbrook 1* a? her hou*e *h** re
ceives a telephone mcssaK* from
Judson Flavor a lawvei and notorl
>U* blackmailer of *o« iety Hol
brook beg* Aline to tell him her
secret. She refuse* and m»k*a him
leave her. *fhe meaeaae from Flagg
ion made her frantic., and *he Is at
* loss to know what to do.
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nlng
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dfing
of other* With him
was
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inn Ijelng who loved
him
who
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noi-
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< reali
jrc who preyed on
the
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of tit* fellow human
K it
. ;t» T
ommy
Gilbert, an orphan
boy,
T 18,
who
acted a© his uncle’s
ft or-
clary
arid
right-hand man.
Be-
Jt U N©
there
I« chink in the armor
>f the
■ ban
lent icart Flagg loved
quality spread across the feature* of
the spider. “Oh! It’s you. Is It? Walt
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 *»he had been to call him—and
turned. Flagg oushed a button in the
desk—there was a flash—and a glare
of light. Completely unnerved, Jonee
staggered back.
' Whs—what’e—that?" To hie be
wildered intellect, “that” seemed like
a machination of Satan himself—and
it was!
“Just a flashlight photograph of you
THE FLASHLIGHT TRAP.
Now Read On
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Novelized byt
From the nlft.v by < H*orge Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Ihl ’ty-ninth Street Theater. New York.
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
Internationa) News Service.)
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HE must think—think what to do
-how to flee the danger.
Aand at la*t she determined
to flee It. by meeting It by facing it
by gonlg Into the spider's web and
( lucking from the inner meshes all
the\ held of danger for her
But not ©o easily are spiders van
quished, and Aline went deeper Into
•ill© black heart of Intrigue further
into the web of a master spider's
weaving than a girl may venture and
com© out unsmlrched
At last the interminable dinner was
over at lust 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 *tairway, out upon the
"treat, skulking in shadow, trembling
at a sound, the daughter of the Din
rrlct Attorney of the United States
made her way like the most abject of
the criminal* her father prosecuted.
Would that father he forced to prose
cute Ills own daughter some evil din ?
\Ilne Graham went trembling In
ohrkncbh on th© night that marked
her life© great flood tide and that
darkness might soon he utter dark
ness, .utter blackness becalm© one© s
pretty, motherless schoolgirl had
known three days of sunshine by a
Hummer
His One Good Side.
and loved him the more
world where he dared
could put absolute faith
Gilbert.
ngle mistake in fourteen
pages. Tommy!' he said with pride
“You are a fine stenographer.”
Thank you, Unde Judson, said
the boy in great delight at praise
from Ms mentor.
TEH bill .• ralnly ought to get ou.
I 1 bent a i tt alimony allowance. I have
ju'-t said enough by Innuendo to make
>'ic getnlernen shiver,” he chuckled
« r.i f111> “And if he’s done anything
off color he’ll think we know ail
about It!"
Yes. sir. I guess so,” said Tommy,
■Ming at the feet of wisdom.
“Thor* are Just four things about a
divorce case, my boy. First -get your
• Second get your facts-^the facts
both t ide> then arrange your
fiu'f.M. Third get a co-respondent”
being a spidei who appreciated ills
,v 'n humor, he paused and chuckled.
A co-respondent - the second mate on
the ship of matrimony, whose special-
business is scuttling th© ship-—and the
fourth point Tommy, is—bluff! bluff!
bluff!
The door bell rang.
“Walt I’ve no appointment," said
Flagg, who feared always th© coming
of craft sufficient to sweep down his
web "That’' a way the police have.”
he added, as he went into retirement
In the next room.
But it was riot the police—instead
it was a new brlnger of victims, him
self lo be a victim before long The
gue*t was a man about JO, mem
ber of the upper servant class and a
ned looking creatut* withal.
Seeing the harmless helplessness of
the creature. Flagg ventured out.
am Mr. Flagg. Go on, speak.
Tell me vour business.”
The man looked woefully embar
rassed. • Hated -then managed to
articulate; “I hear you buy private
letters sometimes!**
Aline's Call.
'Three day* of sunshine by s sum
rner -.-a' .nd to-night Vline was
on her way from sunshine to gloom
that might he eternal to the home
of Judson Flagg blackmaller-in-chlef
/of Washington society.
Tn the house to whirl) she was go
ing the master spider was weaving.
'•easele»sl\ weaving, webs to enmesh
all unwary human flies who came
near him.
Judson Flagg felt certain that
Mine would answer ids threat and
ome to him. but while he waited for
“Who told you that?”
“Why, the Spanish Ambassador's
chauffeur told me ”
"Urn what’s his name?”
“McCormack.”
"Are you a legation chauffeur?”
"No- I’m a. butler.”
"Whose ?”
"oUngressman Rowland’s.
While this "third degree" was go
ing on. Tommy had slapped behind
th© curtains on the. o»ther side of the
room and was arranging some mat
ters there What he was doing, the
"butler” would learn later to hl« 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 \ou know she’s a
LADY?"
“Senator** wife, sir.”
The interest grew. “Let me see
it.'" said the grim-faced dealer tn the
mistakes of ladies.
Jones shame focedly produced the
letter frt>m his coat pocket and
passed it across th© desk to Flagg.
"Sit down."
Jones sank into a chair and fum
bled with his hat ns Flagg read the
tender missive. Evidently the man
did not relish the traffic In which lie
was engaged. B
“Why, the old flirt!” said Flagg,
rolling the sweet morsel between lips
that fed on sufch matter* 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 smile of revolting
!
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Flagg- pushed a button in the desk—there was a flash—and a glare of light. Completely unnerved, Jones staggered back.
how safe ah© 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, anti, hanging up
the receiver, smiled hideously. Then
tie summoned the now thoroughly
overawed Jones.
“Do you want the letter. sir 0 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.
"Painting*. 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 hoy,
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 th© boy affectionate^’
on the shoulder.
“Leave your window open, my boy,
and get plenty of fresh air. Good
night, boy.”
“Good-night."
Flagg held the portiere* hack 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 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<l
much of what she proposed to rislc-
and gain—and lose that night.
The expected visitor was Aline!
As she traversed the streets, hef
heart raced back in quick beats to
Larry Holbrook—to every accent of
her captain’s mellow, ringing volce-
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-—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 shystef
lawyer.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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Of course, this is one of the Bur
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THE FAMILY CUPBOARD
A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in Neva York
Adapted from the Big Broadway Success by OwenDavts
TNovellzed byl
(Front Owen Davis' pi*> now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by
WlHiam A Brady Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
1 TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT
*Tm dismissing Potter and going to
look for more work. I’ll leave you the
room. Dick—I’v© nothing else to leave."
said th© boy, with a bitter attempt at
jaunttnes*
"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
stood a moment before
“You're certainly on© funny little
guy. ”
Then, with sundry thumps and ar
peggios and cadenzas, he began prac
ticing Ms favorite. “Meet Me In Spoon-
time, Dearie.'' HI* hand thumped out
resounding chords, his feet postured and
cavorted tn 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 tn the.doorway, voicing a
silent protest. At last he cam© In, sat
down and began Ailing hts old clay ptp©
from a Jar of tobacco he found on the
littered table shook hie head sadly
the while—clay pipes. Indeed! This graft
was about played out He wondered
what Kitty meant by sticking Finally
he began glancing 1n 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 « 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 dfie
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 tt the
better part of valor to calm Mr. I„e Roy
a bit
“The boy is payin’ our rent, ain’t he.
arid 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.
We have moved to our new store.
97 Peachtree Street.
ATLANTA FLORAL CO.i
“ This is all right, tf you like It,”
broke in Dick with no desire to placate
anybody. *Tve had enough. So I’ll prac
tlce 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 dejeotion
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 lew*!. you wear th© ex
pression of a silver-plated shme. ’ said
Dick, airily
“You alept late, my dear added Jrm
with a near-pMemaa «*£
“What Is there to do?” asked Kitty,
petulantly.
Dick had stopped playing and sat
watching th© pair. He shrugged his
shoulders and swung round on the stool
—another chord—a run and he began to
elng. “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 T<e Roy will you?
You’ll drive me crazy with that song!"
Dick rose angrily
“It ain’t the song—that's sure Are!
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.
TTe ain’t paid last week's room rent.
It's time to blow out!"
Kitty looked at h1rn 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-
itself smile. She looked Dick all over
very calmly ajid dispassionately, seemed
to weigh him and his words and then
answered with a touch of finality in the
syllable.
“Not”
Jim looked up at hts 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. “Hia folks have to come to the
front.”
Then »h© 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
tt! I’m through! I got my booking
this morning!”
“What did they give you?” asked
Kitty with some show ©X animation and
teightnes*-
“ Eleven weeks on the big-small time— j
eighty per." I
He sat on the arm of Kitty's chair— j
and bent over her with another sort of j
blaze in eyes and ^olce.
"Kitty! They’d make It one-seventy- j
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 Flow YOF Have
Solved the Problem of Present-giving.
READ THE OFFER.
To the wife who writes the best short letter telling what is tto mom I
useful gift for a husband, one $10 gold piece.
Three awards of $5 each will be given the wives whose Irttarn ^ ^ .
judged the next best.
Also, I will award the same prizes to husbands who write brief I
outlining the most appropriate gift for a husband to give his wife. To ^
husband*s letter that is adjudged the best the writer pill receive a U9,\
gold piece. Husbands who write the three next best letters will re©©***
each, a So gold piece for their thoroughness.
Send pour letters addressed to
MARY LEA DAVIS.
Editorial Department. The-Atlanta Georgian.
L OTS of The Georgian’s readers are interested in that offer l mad*
the other day, and which will not expire until December 18 jj
they are not, then I am greatly mistaken, because ©very mat*
brings me a big bundle of letters on the subject.
I am mighty glad that the married folks^ are giving some thoughi
to the question of present giving. Husbands should give their wives ap
propriate gifts at Christmas, and the same is true of wives who giv«
their husbands presents at this season of the year.
Just what is an appropriate gift has caused much worry on flu
part of both husbands and wives J’.in sure, and it was to mak© th© me!
ter easy for them that I decided ti> 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. I think that a goord deal of sentiment should enter imn
the matter of present giving between man and wife. The present floei
not have to be elaborate or expensive. To my mind the best gift Is otn
that contains a lot of personal sentiment and is NOT expensive
Here are some letters that have just arrived:
GIVE HIM A BRACELET!
Miss MrfYy 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 give her husband would be
a nice suit of clothes.
MRS. MARY W
Atlanta., Ga.
all scrupulously dean Jt. fa#
been a constant source of plea*
lire and comfort to my husbanc
and not one of our six children
has ever meddled with "dadd/*
table.” MRS. F. H ,T.
Atlanta, Ga.
LIKE USEFUL PRESENTS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Most men appreciate useful
gifts instead of ornamental one?
Among the useful ones are chif
forobes, Morris chairs, large rock
era stickpins, cuff links, ring?
plain or fancy handled umbrella?
fancy vests, shaving sets, smok
ing jackets and smoking sets.
Although it isn’t wif»e to encour
age smoking, still we can’t keep
them from it when they want to
smoke, MRS. J, R. f?
Atlanta., Ga
A MORRIS CHAIR.
Miss Mary Lea < Davis:
The very nicest gift for a honie-
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 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 Davie:
As my husband smokes, I re
solved that it should be done com
fortably, “decently and in ordeT."
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 hbldere and cigar
stumps, a couple of corncob pipes
and a small table on which to
placa these. I keep the jar filled,
pipe* clean of ashes and renew
them as occasion requires, a box
of matches always on hand, a|rd
RAINCOAT OR DROP LIGHT
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
As it is generally conceded that
husband pays for hi* own Christ
mas gifts In settling the bills, w>
let’s make it as easy and practi
cal as possible for him. Give him
a raincoat, or an easy chair, bc
to make him comfortable when
he's at home, or a good drop light
to enjoy the paper by.
MRS. ALICE IK
Atlanta, Ga.
GIVE HER A CHECK
Mias Mary T^ea Davis:
Give the wife a check <amfrn£
.governed by c 1 routes tane©i>
r>IIne times In ten she will dertv*
more pleasure from spending th*
money than any present
could give her. A. X.
Buckhead, Ga.
HER GIFT A RHVMK
Miss Mary Lea Davlg;
The best Xmas gift ajl,
To give our hubby, dean.
Is handkerchiefs, ho*a, ttefc
glove*.
Or anything el*© to w©*a.
It doesn’t matter how fhw 9
cheap,
How much or tittle jmt
All depends on the sralM
wear.
’ And th©
with.
Atlanta, Ga. MRS, X* & XK.
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