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! V ; 1 mr © If You Insist on Being a Worm, Don't Be Surprised If Folios Go Out of Their II ay to Step on You §> § 4 ■d, MAGAZINE AT BAY A I'hrilling Story of Society Blackmailers You Can Begin This Great Story To-day by Reading This First or<Jon L; Aline Graham. the beaut ter of r. .s. District AttonJ Graham, is beloved by Caj rcrir*- Holbrook, a soldi* r of fort me. fre*- i lance and all-rotind good fellow Aline j loves him. but, because of mne secret I in her past she refuses to marry him While Holbrook is at her house *h< re reives a telephone message from .hxi»on| Flagg, a lawyer ami notorious black , mailer of society Ifolhrook b* gs Aline to tell him her secret. She refuses and makes him leave hei The message from Flagg has made her frantic and she tinall.v decides to go to his house In the meantim** tin- reader is given a glimpse into Flagg den The lawyer is closeted with Ills nephew, Tommy, the only human being for whom he ap pears to hear ant affection. Congress man Rowland's butler. Tones, calls and sells Flagg a letter compromising Mrs Rowland \s the butler starts to leave, Flagg presses a button a ml takes a e«* • ret flashlight of the man. He rushes from the house In terror Aline slips from her home -unobserved an/1 .In Fiagg- horn* id She tr. finds th< his study Now Read On I If! I 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. Hit 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" "Hit down, Miss Graham." "1 must hurry!" "We won't be disturbed -here." He said it with slow emphasis -with poisoned innuendo. Let me 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 le» this man see how she feared him. "More beautiful than the lady in rnv picture good painting Salon Paris!" He pointed to a magnificent portrait of Justice" satirically hung above the portals of his Injustice. His Anger was on the electric button that controlled the camera and flashlight. When his visitor turned to look at! “Mr. Flagg?" Queried the Girl. “Oh, pardon,” he said, pressing his hand in grave pain to his heart. (Novelized by) (From the nlay by George Scar borough. now being presented at the I Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. 1 Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) jW I: FLAGG queried the girl 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 hi® 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 marred his face beyond its usual evil and saturnine leer pardon," he said, pressing his pain to a heart weak- "Oh hand in grav 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 lie. "I phoned you," she said coolly. Her blood was throbbing in wild j fear. She was alone, late at night. j with Washington's master fiend, the blackmailer of society—the creature j , fac<- f..r the camera. Aline Graham j would soon be photographed in his gallery of immortals, thought Judson j Flagg and, like hi* other victims, she • would be powerless to deny thut she I was a client of hiH But Aline did not turn The pla'e J in th** camera was saved for later, j 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 phono you had I tint written any letter you were afraid | of!" Flagg enjoyed prolonging the I 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 tnem 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 he' terror of him was growing. Hi.s daring Insult and the abyss of shame which gaped before her anguished eyes at his words must loom before her ryes alone He must not know — he must not guess how he was terri fying her ,4 You said you had a letter of mine I’ve come to sqe that. If von won’t let me see it, I’m going! Please hurry." But hiirtte was not at all to Flagg’s mind. The girl was pretty—she was fair game for his chasing. This promised to he sport of a sort as dear as the blackmailer's very self to hia cankered old heart He rose in leisurely fashion, crossed to his safe, unlocked his japanned tin treasure- trove—and slowly selected a pale pink epistle from it® contents. Pink! The color of the rosy tinted young dreams of the girl who had Here’s a Chance to Get YOUR Christmas Money I fell the Readers of The Georgian How YOU Have Solved the Problem of Present-giving. E VERYBODY seems to be planning the selection of Christmas (rifts ahead of the "rush” season. To-day’s mall brought m 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 other, -on the subject. That was the reason I made the offer of gold pieces for beirt let ters. If you haven't sent In your letter, read the offer darefully and then let me have your suggestion. READ THE OFFER. To the wife trhn writes the best short letter telling what m the m , t useful gift for a husband, one $10 gold piece. Three awards of $5 each will be given the trivet whose letters are ad judged the next best. Also, / will award the same prizes to husbands trhn write brief letters outlining the most appropriate gift for a husband to give his wife. Tn the husband's letter that is adjudged the best the writer will receive a, J/o gold pice. Husbands who write the three next best letters will receive each, a So gold piece for their thoroughness. Fend pour letters addressed to MART LEA OAT18, Editorial Department, The Atlanta Georgian. Here some letters that have Just arrived: TURKEY AND DUCK. Miss Mary i^ea 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 husb&nd 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. written It after those dreams were meeting rude awakening, and the dreims 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 expurgatorlus,” it should have b* en. He fingered it and rentd 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 hi.s 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 steer your 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 anyUyng to her? In the midst of her prei^it agony, the girl recalled these 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 tare of her man of all men—Captain Larry Holbrook, soldier and gentle man. Flagg dropped the book back in the box. looked 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’ far to drive—how far to inst il i fear—and when to drive his bargain ; for the pound of flesh. With fine knowledge of effects ho j read to the woman of 25 the little heart cry of the girl of ID—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 j arch fiend quite casually. Then he went on slowly, eacli 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. 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. will get Just what he wants and be pleased as a result. MRS. O. 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 cornea 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: T 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. To Be Continued To-morrow. THE ?A Story Life MOTHER COMES TO DAUGHTER'S RESCUE of Tligh Sodety< in New York i FAMILY 1 I (Adapted from the Broadway, j Success by Owen Davis / CUPBOARD 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 When, Daughter Thought, Every Avenue of Escape Closed, Mother Came to Rescue. Louisville. Via -In referring to her recent troubles, Mrs. Bessie K. 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, only when I was turned over by some one Oh! how I suffered, no one knows. "I was told that J would have to go through an operation, but at the time of the operation 1 was too weaft to undergo It, and 1 decided there was no chance for me “As a last resort rny mother ad vised me to try Cardul. the woman's , tonic. and my husband bought me a bottle 1 could tell from the first that it was doing me good, and by the time I had taken the first bottle 1 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 I was able to do my work "1 know that Cardin saved my ife 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 Cardul at once." Y'-ur druggist sells Cardui. Get a ottle to-day. (From Owen Davis’ play now being pre- sented at the Playhouse, New York, by WiHiani A Brady Copyright, 11)13, by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT "Not for a million. I'm through with that gam I can't fiuit. I won't’ Nor for a million' Don't talk to me any more I'm sick of it." said Kitty, crossly. \ little of the gloom went out of Dick’s face he shrugged his shoulders aiul smiled with a slight change of stress Dick 1 Roy was not quite through yet. Kitty rose and began walking un easily atmut the room. "Where's Ken?" he yawned. "He seems to he out early Never thou^jit how much earlier than the bird who N B Write tc Ladles Advisory Dept . Chattanooga Medicine Co., Chat tanooga Ter.:. , for Special Instructions, and t>4-pag> book. "Home Treatment for W omen, sent in plain wrapper, on re quest.—Adi t. caught him. Mr Early Worm, must have got up!’’ "He's looking for the job he's talking about," saTcl Dick. 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 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 g.rl did not stir. Dick stood earnestly thinking for a minute, and then he made for the piano stool. Be sat down, struck a rancous chord or two. and 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 buck 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 lie 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 • f praise. Dick was grinning broadly, liis experiment bade lair to work! Kit 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 1 made a mistake gtvin’ up my music— but I always did love a cab! The click- ety click of the bosses’ hoofs is some music, too -but thorn blamed taxi clocks a tickin’ is not ut all to tny ear!" Be lit his pipe, puffed away furiously to see that it drew qu??e well, then turned to the piano anti went on. "Talk about your tin-pan operas— this song reminds me of an off-daj’ 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 hereto penetrate her reserve to make her consider them and the things they could do. So the ban- *fcm 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 Ui the lassitude and indiffer ence had tied. She made a mocking little bow to Dick, and stood hesitating ready to leap Into a moment, a sway 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 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, you witch!" He caught her roughly in his arms. Jim went on playing the sensuous music of Dick’s song He did not glance up. lie had found himself again. Fnder 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 bis? 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 glance. 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 tryihg 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 apart ment. and don’t you ever dare to smoke that pipe in here again! This is neither j 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 Kenneth. "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 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. Le Roy, disingenuously. "What else would 1 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 drdw away from him petu 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!” HIS HOME PAPER. Miss Mary l^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 tha giver each day that It arrives. MRS. M. 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 chewing gum to a beautiful home. Roberta, Ga. J. L. D. LIKE USEFUL GIFTS. Miss Man^ Lea Davie: Men, as a rule, appreciate use ful gifts therefore I make it a rule to give my husband the things I know r he wants. I always make a note of the things I hear him say 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. Thi* 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 To Be Continued To-morrow. MONEY FOR HUSBAND. Miss Mary Lea Davis: I am going to give my husband the money and let him purchase his own present. Then I know he We have moved to our new store, 97 Peachtree Street. ATLANTA FLORAL CO Bo You Suffer From Indigestion? When you do not properly digest your food your blood becomes thin and every organ of the body soon feels the effect. The result is—headaches, sleeplessness, nervousness and many other symptoms—due to accumula tion of poisons in the body. Unless the stomach is given aid at this stage —more serious illnesses follow. Now is the time to help your weakened stomach -now is the time to take Pimply Faces Need Not Be DR. PIERCE’S Golden Medical Discovery said 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, the oft- snubbed. 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