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a & © If You Insist on Being o Wo rm, Don t Be Surprised If hollas Go Out of 1 heir Way to Step on You © © MAGAZINE <Q> AT BAY <S> <S> Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers You Can Begin This Great Story To-day by Reading This First \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 f t 1 t 1 “M' < From the pi borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.j [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. 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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. 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