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A Thrilling Story oj Society Blackmailers
Here’s a Chance to Get YOUR
Christmas Money
Tell the Readers of The Cieorgian How YOU Havp
Solved the Problem of Present-giving.
E VERYBODY seems to be planning the selection of Christmas
gifts ahead of the “rush” season. To-day’s mail brought an
avalanche of letters containing suggestions. Married readers
of The Georgian seem to be very much interested in the offer I made
the other day, and which is in force until December 18.
I venture to say that from the day the custom of gift giving at
Christmas was inaugurated husbands and wives have been perplexed
over the problem of suitable presents. I have been worried year after
year, and I thought it would be a good plan to get the ideas of others
on the subject.
That was the reason I made the offer of gold pieces for best let
ters. if you haven’t sent in your letter, read the offer carefully and
then let me have your suggestion.
READ THE OFFER.
To the wife who writes the bent short letter telling what is the most
useful gift for a husband, one $10 gold piece.
Three awards of $5 each will be given the wives whose letters are ail-
judged the ncirt best.
Also, I will award the same prizes to husbands who write brief letters
outlining the most appropriate gift for a husband to give his icife. To the,
husband's letter that is adjudged the best the writer will receive a rtO
gold piece. Husbands who write the three nett best letters will receive
each, a $5 gold piece for their thoroughness.
Pend pour letters addressed to
MARY LEA DAYIB,
Editorial Department, The Atlanta Georgian.
Here are some letters that, have just arrived:
TURKEY AND DUCK.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Husband would enjoy most a
turkey, wild duck, oysters and a
box of cigars. MRS. E. H.
Seneca, S. C.
GIVE HIM AN EASY CHAIR.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Let the wife give husband an
easy chair. She will enjoy see
ing him comfortable.
MRS. S. P.
Madison. Ga.
MONEY FOR THE WIFE.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
My idea of a present for a wife
is $5 or $10 that she can spend as
she sees fit. I know by expe
rience. J. L. P.
Fitzgerald, Ga.
A REPLENISHED WARDROBE.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I give my husband the things
he needs most. I replenish his
run-down w*ardrobe and pay for
it out of my own earned money.
He is always delighted.
Kirkwood, Ga MRS. J.
MONEY FOR PRESENTS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I always give my wife the
money that she wishes to spend
for Christmas gifts. She buys her
own gift and seems pleased with
the arrangement. W. J. O’B.
Atlanta. Ga.
A GRAFONOLA.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
A Grafonola and some choice
records is about the best pres
ent a wife can give her husband:
that is. if he likes music, and most
men do. MRS. W. F. M.
Atlanta, Ga.
HIS HOME PAPER.
Miss Mary I^ea Davis:
I think the best Christmas gift
a wife can give her husband is a
year's subscription to his home
paper. It reminds him of the
giver each day that it arrives.
MRS. M. W.
Atlanta, Ga.
MONEY FOR HUSBAND.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
l am going to give my husband
the money and let him purchase
his own present. Then I know' he
will get just what he wants and
be pleased as a result.
MRS. G. W. T.
Atlanta, Ga.
A DAILY REMINDER.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I think a man likes to read a
good daily paper w’hen he comes
in from his work and I am going
to present my husband with a
year’s subscription to The Geor
gian. MRS. R. G.
Dallas, Ga.
A WOMAN’S IDEA.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I suggest as the most appro
priate gift for the husband a real
promise to spend the next year
at home looking after his and the
children’s interests. That would
be appreciated In many homes
next year. MRS. S. A W.
Atlanta, Ga.
LOVE AND RESPECT.
Miss Mary l>ea Davis:
Give your w r lfe love and respect
and thank her for her kindness
and admire her in her effort to
please you, and she will accept
any gift from you if true senti
ment is felt, from a block of
chewing gum to a beautiful home.
Roberta, Ga. J. L. D.
LIKE USEFUL GIFTS.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
Men, as a rule, appreciate use
ful gifts therefore I make it a rule
to give my husband the things
I know he wants. I ■always make
a note of the things I hear him
sav he needs. Some of the things
very much appreciated by him
were a leather bill fold, a hand-
embroidered collar bag, a pair of
gold cuff links with the mono
gram engraved, a hand-made
newspaper case with a pocket for
each day Of the week. This
proved to be a great conven
ience. He also found much com
fort in an easy chair and bed
room slippers.
Elberton, Ga. MRS. C. A. P.
We have moved to our new store,
97 Peachtree Street.
ATLANTA FLORAL CO.
He caught her roughly in his arms.
Jim went on playing the sensuous
music of Dick's song He did not
glance up LJe had found himself
again. Under his chapped old fingers
the piano gave out luring, witching,
velvet melody.
Dick and Kitty swayed and whirled
in each other’s arms. A little wisp of
her hair trembled out from under her
hat and laid Its soft gold across Dick’s
face. He caught it between his lips
and drew her pulsing young body close
in his embrace. Pink banners were fly
ing in Kitty's face. Her eyes w*ere blue
flame This was living! Closer came
Dick’s burning eyes. He loosed the
strand of hair Hnd sought her lips with
his. She trembled a little but did not
draw away. Kitty May was knowing a
real emotion—a big feeling, though it
was born of the sensuous strains of
the dance. She had forgotten herself
and her plans.
Dick’s lips found hers—clung a mo
ment---and then the music stopped with
an awakening crash.
Kenneth Nelson stood in the door
way. His face was pale—he looked like
a man awakening from a bad dream.
Had he seen?
Kitty pushed Dick away petulantly
“Dick. I’m surprised at you! 1
wouldn't go to all that trouble trying
to teach you the tango if I'd thought
you would take such shameful advan
tage of a lady!”
“Oh. it’s you!’’ Dick spoke con
temptuously and ignored the scene that
had just passed, and all necessity for
apology.
“You get out. I’m still a hit above
entertaining chauffeurs in my a part-
ment,*and don't you ever dare to smoke
that pipe in here again! This is neither
a servant's hall nor a barroom. I won’t
tell you that again.’’
"Why the grouch?" queried Kitty
lightly.
"I won't have it! You go!" said
Kenneth
This time Kitty did not think It worth
her while to indulge in a bit of play
acting and add a histrionic. "James!”
"Oh. all right," said Jim, th<? oft-
snubbed. "I don’t see much in this
place, anyway, but let me tell you some
thing, young feller. Pride’s all right
when you are somebody, but when It
ain't travelin’ with a bankroll it’s a
bum stall."
He slammed the door after him The
measure of the fall of the son of the
house of Nelson was marked by the fact
that Jim Garrity slammed the door after
him and that Kitty scorned to pretend
indignation at her supposed servant's
imprudence. Instead, she said very
coldly.
"Now I suppose you are satisfied!"
"Satisfied! Good heavens, Kitty, I
am learning a great deal lately. But
it takes time to learn to associate with
some of your friends."
Dick came toward Kenneth in ruf
fled Indignation and with threatening
manner.
"Kitty’s friends are hard to asso
ciate w’ith—eh? Meaning me—per*
haps?”
"Perhaps!" said Ken very coldly.
"I suppose you can pull that haughty
stuff on me Just because I owe you a
few dirty dollars ’’
Kenneth answered with a quietness of
manner that almost Impressed Dick—
at least it made him honest in reply.
"When I had money I shared It will
ingly. It has been a lesson to me—to
see how quickly your manner changed
More Money.
when you found out that it was gone"
"Why wouldn’t it?" exclaimed Mr
Le Roy, disingenuously. "What else
would I want of you? I’ll see you be
fore 1 go, Kitty, but I’m done!"
"Dick, too! I suppose I’ll be next!"
she flung out. bitterly.
The boy crossed to her. his arms held
out. In the tone of his sad young
voice there was something of the love
that had not yet been destroyed—some
thing of the despair that was destroy
ing everything.
"Kitty!” he pleaded
The girl drew away from him petu-
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lantly. What use had she for a piker
-a failure? She hardened that hard
little muscle called her heart.
"No! You’ve started something—how
are you going to finish it? I can’t see
it! You don't seem to be very well
able to take care of Kenneth Nelson—
let alone Kitty May!"
To Bo Continued To-morrow.
MOTHER COMES TO
DAUGHTER'S RESCUE
When, Daughter Thought,
Every Avenue of Escape
Closed, Mother Came
to Rescue.
Louisville, Ala In referring to her
recent troubles, Mrs. Bessie E. Bruce,
of this town, says: "After childbirth,
I suffered greatly with wasting, and
various womanly troubles, and was
in bed for six weeks Half the time 1
could not move, onl> when I was
turned over by some one Oh! how 1
suffered, no one knows
"I was told that I would have to go
through an operation, but at the time
of the operation I was too weak to
undergo it, and 1 decided there was
no chance for me.
"As a last resort my mother ad
vised me to try Cardui. the woman’s
ionic, and my husband bought me a
bottle I could tell from the first
that it was doing me good, and by
the time I had taken the first bottle I
could stand on my feet. 1 got another
bottle, and before 1 had taken it up I
was just about well. The pains all
stopped, and in a short While 1 was
able to do my work.
"I know that Uardui saved my life,
and I would not be without It in the
house I almost waited too long, and
I advise all suffering women not to
wait, but to begin taking Cardui at
once."
Your druggist sells Cardui. Get a
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N B Write to: Ladies Advisor}
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[Novelized byl
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sen ted at the IMuyhouse, New York, by
William A. Brady Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service )
TO- D A V ’S IN ST A1 AM E NT
"Not for a million I'm through with
that game. 1 can't fiult I won’t! Not
for a million! Don't talk to me any
more -I'm sick of it." said Kitty,
crossly.
A little of the gloom went out of
Dick’s face he shrugged his shoulders
anfl smiled with a slight change of
stress. Dick Ia» Roy was not quite
through yet.
Kitty rose and began walking un
easily about the room.
’’Where's Ken?" he yawned "He
seems to be out early. Never thought
how much earlier than the bird who
caught him, Mr Early Worm, must
have got up!"
"He's looking for the job he's talking
about." saTd Pick.
Kitty glared at him then more ac
cusingly at Jim.
"This room is in fine condition. I sup
pose Potter won't officiate while you are
here."
"Potter has flew the coop along with
the rest of the Nelson family!" an
nounced Dick, succinctly.
Jim tries! to be peacemaker. **
"What's a little dirt?” he questioned
pleasantly , "it’s healthy!"
Kitty flung herself into anpther chair
with an obvious air of bored discon
tent Dick stared toward her w-ith an
access of tenderness. He stood back
of her for a moment. “Kitty." he said,
low and soft The girl did not stir.
Dick stood earnestly thinking for a
minute, and then he made for the
piano stool. He sat down, struck a
rancous chord or two, ami then, as If
suddenly' given an idea, he exclaimed:
"Say. Jim! Play that thing for
me. will you? 1 think you know it ”
He stepped back with an ingratiating
bow and a fine flourish.
' Every one on this floor knows It,”
grumbled Jim.
But the tone and the smile tempted
him. He got up and strolled noncha
lantly toward the piano He sat down
and played a scale, then some chords.
There was a dash and a swing in his
stooped figure. He played through
Dick's favorite "Meet Me in Spoon
Time. Dearie and turned for his meed
of praise. Dick was grinning broadly’.
Ills experiment bade lair to work! Kit
ty was leaning forward, gazing at Jim
with a sort of speculative respect.
"Fiiii*!" exclaimed Dick.
"Got a light asked Jim quite as if
Dick were in the habit of fetching him
matches. So easily success succeeds!
"My piano playin' is gettin’ sort of
rusty lately, and 1 got a stiff thumb
where my old horse bit me. Maybe I
mftde a mistake givin’ up my musk:—
but 1 always did love a cab! The click-
ety click of the bosses' hoofs is some
music, too—hut them blamed taxi clocks
a tickin’ is not at all to my earl"
He lit his pipe, pufFed away furiously
to see that it drew qurre well, then
turned to the piano and went on.
"Talk about your tin-pan operas—
this song reminds me of an off-day in
a barber shop!” he ventured in a su
perior tone—delighted at this sudden
admission to an equal footing with Dick
LeRoy, and bound to make the most
of it while It lasted!
He played the song quite through.
Dick sang it. At the end of the verse
they both turned anxiously to Kitty.
They were both actuated by the same
desire to reach her to penetrate her
reserve to make her consider them and
the things they could do. So the ban
tam rooster struts before his hens
"How It is?’* asked Dick anxiously.
"As full of expression as a disap
pointed oyster.” said Kitty vigorously
if inelegantly.
Her Indifference was falling from
her She looked suddenly vibrant and
full of life "Here! Play It over
again." she cried
"What! \GA1N?” exclaimed Jim.
"Yes! I’ll show you!”
The Break.
Kitty leaped to her feet—buoyant,
sparkling and fairly bubbling with en
ergy. All the lassitude and indiffer
ence had fled. She made u mocking
little bow to Dick, and stood hesitating
a moment, asway, ready to leap into
pictured motion. \
Dick’s face expressed his delighf
This was more than he had dared hope.
Why. he HAD Kitty!
in a throaty little soprano she hum
med the tune. Then she caught her
narrow skirts high, pirouetted and
pranced a moment and, becoming at
last quite sure of herself, began to dip
and sway to the syncopated music of
the dance.
She stopped, sang the chorus through,
bowed to a mythical audience —ano
then ran toward Dick with her eyes
aflame.
"Shall we do it together! Want to
dance with me?"
"Want to dance with you? Gee -Kit
ty, }uu witch; *
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You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
by Reading This
First
Aline Graham, the beautiful ‘laugh
t»*r of U. s I »lj*tri* t Attorney Gordon
Graham, is beloved by Captain laiw
rem-e Holbrook, a soldier of fortune, free
lance »nd all-round good fellow Aline
loves him. but, because of some secret
In her past she refuses to marr> him
While Holbrook Is at her hous« sin- re
ceives a telephone m« - -api from .Imlson
Flagg, a lawyer and notorious black
mailer of society Holbrook begs Aline
to tell him her secret. She refuses and
makes him leave her The message
from Flagg has made her frantic and
she finall\ decides to k->. to his house
In the meantime the nailer is given a
glimpse into Flaggs den The lawyer
is closete<i with his nephew, Tommy,
the only human being for whom he *p
pears to bear am affection Congress
man Rowland’s bullet. Jones, calls and
►ells Flagg a letter compromising Mrs.
Rowland As the butler starts to leuve,
Flagg presses .< button and takes * se
cret flashlight of the man He rushes
•
away from her home unobserved an/i
reaches Flagg s home. She finds the
front door op.-n and goes to his study
Now Read On
I I I I I
(Novelized by)
tU
i F'rom the iilay by George Scar
borough. now being presented at the
Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York
Serial rights held and copyrighted by
International News Service.!
4 4 /r l: FLAGG queried the
jy I the
heavy curtains beyond the
great oak door.
The man was standing at his desk
examining a letter he had just taken
from a japanned tin box. A satisfied
smile played across his dark, crafty
features and the smile deepened in
intensity as he looked up and saw
the pretty girl he had drawn into Ills
web of trickery and deceit. He was
a connoisseur In all things beautiful
—as the warm-toned hangings, hand-
tooled books and rare paintings In
his luxurious library den testified
He had a sudden Instinct to hide
his box of shameful letters In his
safe, but as he started a paroxysm of
pain rparred his face beyond its usual
evil and saturnine leer
"Oh pardon," he said, pressing his
hand in grave pain to .i heart weak
ened by years of unholy excitement.
Parleying for a Soul.
Aline ignored his pain Her own
was grave enough. She could have
no sympathy for such as he
“I phoned you,” she said coolly.
Her blood was throbbing in wild
fear. She was alone, late at night,
with Washington’s master fiend, the
blackmailer of society—the creature
] who fed full on the loves and sorrows
of his fellows, whose heartlessness
was sated because men and women
had fooUsh, erring, loving hearts.
Flagg controlled his sufferings.
"Hit down.” said he.
The girl continued to stand, slen-
j der, alluring, at the side of his groat
oaken desk
I'base let me see that letter you
say you have."
"Hit down, Miss Graham ”
"I must hurry!"
"Wc won’t be disturbed here" He
I said it with slow emphasis — with
poisoned innuendo
“Let me see that lejtter—if you have
jit." replied the girl impatiently.
I "Presently." The man sat down
with impudent sang-froid, and sc.ruti-
; nized h<-r with admiration that fairly
J reeked of insult to the girl alone with
thl* unsavory creature in his den.
“Please hurry!”
"You’re a pretty woman. .Miss Gra
ham.’" he insinuated.
“I didn’t come here for that, sir.’’
The Kiri spoke with Dimple dignity—
she must not let this man see how
she feared him.
"More beautiful than the lady in
m\ pb’tun good painting Salon
Paris!" He pointed to a magnificent
portrait of "Justice" satirically hung
above the portals of his Injustice. Hi*
finger was on the electric button that
controlled ihe camera and flashlight.
When his visitor turned to look at
the picture she would be posed full
face f«>r the camera. Aline Graham
would soon be photographed in his
gallery of Immortals, thought Judson
Flagg and, like his other victims, she
would be powerless to deny that she
was a. client of bis
Hut Aline did not turn. The plate
In the camera was saved for later,
more fiendish work!
"I haven’t time for pictures I must
hurry You know it Please
let me see the letter and go."
i „ "You said over the phone you had
j not written any letter you were afraid
of!" Flagg enjoyed prolonging the
torture of this pretty victim.
"I haven’t!"
"Then, why are you here .’"
"If you have such a letter it’s a
forgery!" the girl declared
“Why didn’t you forge a marriage
certificate? One of them covers a
multitude of eins?” The man was
sneering openly* now
The Book of Shame.
The girl struggled for self-mas
tery. This creature should not—
must not guess the extent to which
he* terror of him was growing. His
daring insult and the abyss of shame
which gaped before her anguished
eyes at his words must loom before
her eyes alone. He must not know—
he must not guess how he was terri
fying her
"You said you had a letter of mine
—I’ve come to see that. If you won’t
let me see it, I’m going! Please
hurry."
Hut haste was not at all to Flagg's
mind. The girl was pretty—she was
fair game for his chasing This
promised to be sport of a sort as dear
as the blackmailer's very self to his
cankered old heart. lie rose in
leisurely fashion, crossed to his safe,
unlocked his japanned tin treasure-
trove—and slowly selected a pale
pink epistle from its contents.
Pink! The color of the rosy tinted
young dreams of the girl who had
Mr. Flagg?” Queried
the Girl. "Oh, pardon," he
said, pressing his hand in
grave pain to his heart,
written It after those dreams were
meeting rude awakening, and the
dreirns were bitterly black and
gloomy, with only the hope of a
kinder tinted lining behind.
The man was consulting a red mo
rocco book that contained an index
of shame—an "index expurgatorius,”
it should have been. He fingered it
and read aloud cynically, while the
tortured girl wondered how soon
someone would come—and discover
her here. Why had she come? She
questioned her own heart Why had
she not trusted stronger hands to
guide her course? It was too late
now—she must go on—and on to the
depths and abysses of which she had
no illuminating moment of "shadow
before."
Flagg was reading from his shame
ful red book—reading with shameless
enjoyment. "Graham—Aline—that’*
it You ladies. Miss Graham, seem to
go upon the theory that indiscretion
is the better part of love—but that’s a
mistake—-the next time be sure to
steel* your gentleman friend against a
magistrate .md a certificate—prosaic,
but safer and in the end—cheaper—
at least for the woman. Ah. here it
is—Wool worth—Graham! Does that
recall anything to you?
"Woolworth—Graham" —did that
recall anything to her? In the midst
of her preiTit agony, the: girl recalled
those other days of vivid agony—<-the
days of horror and shame and useless
regret that, had followed hard upon
the glowing days of love and hope
and trust —and—the three days out of
a lifetime—the three days a lifetime
ago—the days that had brought her
Into the toils of Judson Flagg this
night—the days that forbade her ever
to dream of the love and protecting
care of her man of all men -Captain
Larry Holbrook, soldier and gentle
man.
Flagg dropped the book back ir. the
box, locked his treasure-trove, hid it
safely away in its fastness and came
back to the desk of intrigue with the
little pink missive In his clawlike,
clutching hands.
The pink letter! It was to claim it
—to regain it—that Aline Graham had
dared name and fame and fate to
night.
"Oh, let me see it!” The words
fairly leaped of themselves from the
girl’s fast beating heart to her
trembling lips.
"No. listen to it!” said the crafty
fiend who knew* just how far to play
his devil's tune on human emotions—
how r far to drive—how far to inst 11
fear—and when to drive his bargain
for the pound of flesh.
With fine knowledge of effects he
^ead to the woman of 2-5 the little
heart cry of the girl of 19—the girl
Aline had outgrown in her fatal leap
to womanhood six years before.
"Oh, Tom, you can’t desert me now
—I won’t believe even your own
words. You can't go to the other side
of the earth—and leave me to bear
the horror you suggest—the torturing
fear—the shame!”
"Do you remember it?” asked the
arch fiend quite casually. Then he
went on slowly, each word a drop of
water falling, falling with delicate
torture on the same spot—a woman's
pride—a girl’s joy in her honor.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
THE FAMILY
^Adapted from the Broadwayj
i Success by Owen Davis
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