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Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers
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\11ne Graham, the beautiful daugh
ter of I'. S. District Attorney Gordon
Graham, is beloved by Captain ILaw
rence Holbrook, a soldier of fortune, free
lance and all-around good fellow. Aline
loves him, but. because of some secret
in her past, she refuses to marry him.
While Holbrook is at her house she re
ceives a telephone message from Judson
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 finally decides to go to his house.
In the meantime the reader Is given a
glimpse into Flaggs den. The lawyer
Is closeted with his nephew, Tomjny,
the only human being for whom lie ap
pears to hear any affection. Congress
man Rowland's butler,* .Tones, calls and
sells Flagg a letter compromising Mrs.
Rowland. As the butler starts to leave,
Flagg presees a. button and takes a se
oret flashlight of the man 11a rushes
from tiie house in terror. Aline slips
awav from her home unobserved and
reaches Fiagg’s home. She finds the
front door open and goes to his study.
Now Read On
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[R. FLAGG?” queried the
girl, pushing aside the
heavy curtain* 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 hi* dark, crafty
features—and the. smile deepened in
intensity as he looked up and saw
the pretty girl he had drawn into his
web of trickery and deceit, lie wae
a connoisseur in all things beautiful
—as the warm-toned h-*n*9n.»«. hand-
tooled hooks and paintings ilk
his luxurious library den testified.
He had a sudedn instinct to hide
his box of shameful letters in his
safe, hut as he started a paroxysm of
pain marred his face beyond its usual
evil and saturnine leer.
“Oh—pardon,” he said, pressing his
hand in grave pain to a 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, th$
blackmailer of society—the creature
MOTHER COMES TO
DAUGHTER'S RESGOE
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 I
could not move, only when I was
turned oven 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 I decided there was
no chance for me.
“As a last resort my mother ad
vised me to try Cardui, the woman’s
tonic, and my husband bought me a
bottle. I could tell from the first
that jt was doing me good, and by
the time I had taken the first bottle T
could stand on my feet. T got another
b ( 'ttle. and before I had taken it up T
Wa « just about well. The pains all
stopped, and in a short while I was
able to do my work.
“I know that Cardui saved my lif«.
and I would not be without it in the
house l almost w'aited too long, and
I advise all suffering women not to
"ait. but to begin taking Cardui at
or. re.”
Your druggist sells Cardui. Get a
tattle to-day.
nil, B AT Writ « to: TLadies’ Advisory
. * r J* ’ battanooga Medicine Co.. Chat-
«nL°e? a Tenn., for Special Instructions,
and M-page book, ‘ Home Treatment for
|uest P —’Advt nt in plain wra PP er ' on r ®'
who fed full on the loves and sorrows
of his fellows, whose heartlessness
was sated because men and women
had foolish, erring, loving hearts.
Flagg controlled his sufferings.
“Sit down.” said he.
The girl continued to stand, slen
der, alluring, at the side of his great
oaken desk.
“Please let me see that letter you
say you have.”
“Sit down. Miss Graham .’’
“I must hurry!”
“We won't be disturbed —here.” He
said it with slow emphasis—with
poisoned innuendo.
‘Let ine see that letter—if you have
it.” Replied the girl impatiently.
' Presently.” The man sat down
with impudent sang-froid, and scruti
nized her with admiration that fairly
reeked of insult to the girl alone with
this 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 girl spoke with simple dignity—
she must not let this man see hiow
she feared him
“More beautiful than tlie lady in
my picture—good painting—Salon—
Paris!” He pointed to a magnificent
portrait of “Justice” satirically hung
above the portals of his injustice. His
finger was on the electric button that
controlled the camera and flashlight.
When his visitor turned to look at
the picture she would he posed full
face for the camera. Aline Graham
would soon he 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 his
But Aline did not turn. The plate
in the camera was saved for later,
more fiendish work!
“I haven't time Mr pictures I must
hurry. You know it—- Plegse
ler me see the letter and go.”
“You said over the phone you had
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 0 ”
“If you have such a letter it’s a
forgery!” the girl declared.
“Why didn’t you forgo a marriage
certificate? One of them covers a
multitude of sins?” 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
lie* terror of him was growing. His
daring insult and the abyss of shame
which gaped befoTe 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
“Yev mid you had a letter of mire
—I*v© come to see that. If you won’t
let me see It, I’m going! Please
hurry.”
But 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. He rose in
leisurely fashion, crossed to his safe,
unlocked his japanned tin treasure-
(rove—and slowly selected a pale
pink epistle from its contents.
Pink! The color of the rosy tinted
young dreams of the girl who had
Here’s a Chance to Get YOUR
Christmas Money
’ell the Readers of The Georgian How YOU Have
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 mall 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. 1 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 write* the best short letter telling what is the meet
useful gift for a husband, one $10 gold piece.
Three awards of $5 each wilt he given the wive* whose letters are ad
judged the next best.
Also, I will award the same prizes to husbands who irrite brief letters
outlining the mo^t appropriate gift for a husband to give his wife To the
husband's letter that is adjudged the best the writer will receive a $10.
gold piece. Husbands who write the three next best letters will receive,
each a $5 gold piece for their thoroughness
if end pour letters addressed to
MARY LEA DAVIS.
Editorial Department, The Atlanta Georgian.
written It after those dreams were
meeting rude awakening, and the
dreams 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 lingered it
and read aloud cynically, while the
tortured girl wondered how soon
someone would come—and discover
her here. Why had sne 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’s
it—You ladies. Miss Graham, seem to
go upon the theor> that indiscretion
is the better part of love—but that’s a
mistake—the next time be sure to
steer vour gentleman friend against a
magistrate and a certificate—prosaic,
but safer—and in the end—cheaper—
at least for the woman. Ah. here It
is--* Woolworth—Graham! Does that
recall anything to you?
“Woolworth—Graham” — did that
recall anything to her? In the midst
of her present 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 in the
box, locked his treasure-trove, hid it
safely* aw ay 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. llgten to it!” said the crafty
fiend who knew just how far to play
his devil’s tune on human emotions
how far to drive—how far to inst’ll
fear—and when to drive his bargain
for the pound of flesh.
With fine knowledge of effects he
read to the woman of 25 the little
heart cry of the girl of 1$ —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 vou suagest—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
Story oTffigfi Society'
Life hi New York {
FAMILY
Adapted from the Broadway
Success by Owen Davis
CUPBOARD
JNovellred byl
(From Owen Davis’ play now being pre
sented at the Playhouse, New York, by
WfHlam A Bradv Copyright, 1913, by
International News Service.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT
“Not for a million. I’m through with
that game. I can’t Quit. 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
anTI smiled with a slight change of
stress. Dick Le Roy was not quite
through yet.
Kitty rose and began walking un
easily about the room.
"Wh are's Ken?” he yawned. "He
seems to be out early Never thou^fit
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 Dick.
Kitty glared at him—then more ac
cusingly at ,1im.
"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 tried to be peacemaker
“What’s a little dirt?” he questioned
pleasantly; "It’s healthy!"
Kitty flung herself Into another chair
with an obvious air of bored discon
tent. Dick stared toward her with 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. and then, as if
suddenly given an idea, he exclaimed:
“Say. Urn! Play that thing for
me, will you? I 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.
His experiment bade fair to work! Klt-
j’ty was leaning forward, gazing at Jim
| with a sort of speculative respect.
“Fine!” 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 I got a stiff thumb
where my old horse bit me Maybe I
made a mistake givin’ up my music—
but I always did love a cab! The click-
ety click of the hosses’ hoofs is some
music, too but them blamed taxi clocks
a tickin’ is not at all to my ear!”
He lit his pipe, puffed away furiously
to see that it drew' q litre 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 mbst
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 KUty.
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! AGAIN?” 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 a mocking
little bow to Dick, and stood hesitating
a moment, asway, ready to leap into
pictured motion.
Dick’s face expressed his delight.
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 rata toward Dick with her eyes
aflame. %
"Shall we do it together! Want to
dame with me°"
“Want to dance with you? Gee—Kit
ty, you witch!"
He caught her roughly in his arms.
Jim went on playing the sensuous
music of Dick's song He did not
glance lip. He 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 were blue
flame. This was living! Closer came
Dick's burning eyes. He loosed the
strand of hair and sought her lips with
Ills. She trembled a little but did not
draw away Kitty May was knowing a
real emotion - a big feeling, though it
was bom of the sensuous strains of
the dance. She had forgotten herself
and her plans.
Dick’s Ups found hers—clung a mo
ment—and then th© 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 had 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 la^ly!"
"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 apart
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.
”1 won’t have it! Yoti go!" said
Kenneth.
This time Kitty did not think Jt worth
her while to Indulge in a bit of play
acting and add a histrionic, “James!”
"Oh, all right,” said Jim, the 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 travelln' 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 1”
"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
elate with—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
L« Roy, disingenuously. "What else
would I want of you? I’ll see you be
fore I 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
j 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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lajitl.N. 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 I
able to take care of Kenneth Nelson —
let alone Kitty May!"
To Be Continued To morrow.
Here are some letters that ha
TURKEY AND DUCK.
Miss Mar? Lea Davis:
Husband wouhi enjoy most a
turkey, wild dlick, oysters and a
box of cigars. MRS. E. H.
Seneca, S. ('.
GIVE HIM AN EASY CHAIR
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
I Let the wffe 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 w ife
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 wardrobe 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.
M iss M ary I ,ea Davis:
A Grafonola and some choice
records is about the best pres-
epl a wife ('an give her husband:
that is. if he likes music, and most
men do. MRS. W F. M
Atlanta, Ga.
HIS HOME PAPER
Mlss Mary I.ea 1 >avis:
I think the best Christmas gift
a wdfe can give her husband Is a
year’s subscription to his home
paper. It reminds him of th«
giver eaph day that it arrives.
MRS. M. W
Atlanta, Ga,
MONEY FOR HUSBAND.
Miss Mary Lea Davis:
1 am going to give* my husband
the money and let him purchase
his own present. Then I know he
ve just arrived:
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 when he comes
in from his work and T am going
to present my husband with a
.'ear'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 Lea Davis.
Give your wife 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
chew ing gum to a beautiful home.
Roberta, Ga. J. L. D.
LIKE USEFUL GIFTS.
M iss M ary I ,ea Da vis.
Men, as a rule, appreciate use
ful gifts therefore 1 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
say l^e needs. Some of the things
very rnuch 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 areat conven
ience. He also fotfnd much com
fort In an easy chair and bed
room slippers.
Elberton, Ga. MRS. fc. A. P
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