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© A H oman Never Eats When She Has Anything Else To Do ’3* * The Last of This Great Series The Seven Mistakes of Matrimony -NO. 7— ao IMS' MAGAZINE ] A1 BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers THE FAMILY CUPBOARD A Dramatic Story of High Society Life in Hew York By DOROTHY DIX. T HE seventh deadly mlBiake of matrimony l»: NOT TO MAKE MATRIMONY A PROFESSION. Perhaps thr gr*at*st mlstaks of all, and th* onf that mms all th« fibers up, consists In regarding auc- c*»s in marriage an an accident In stead of a pr*rri*»#11 at ed result. The most mlachtevoua Idea that has ever been promulgated Is that mar riage is a lottery. In which everything tf determined by Mind chance, and ir which it Is h mere matter of luck whether yon get a desirable life pari ner or an undeal’-able one. or are happy or miserable Nothing on earth is further from the truth than this. Nowhere eiso does the inevitable logic of cause and , ffect work out so relentless!), lie domestic relationship. in Now hen two men in husineaa together do. Find a husband and wife who work together with the same Interoat ’n view, who are (limbing tip together, who rh.tre equally in the profits of their Joint labor, who talk things over together and have an equal voice in dec iding things, yet who allow each other in their individual capacity per- f-onnl liberty, and you have got a husband and wife whoae domestic felicity I* wtrong enough to draw money on at the bank. Furthermore, a man who has any Intelligence iries to get along with the people with whom he deals. If be was always quarrelling with hh partner he would know that the house was hound to oome to disaster. He Would be aware that If he did not exercise tact and diplomacy toward his clients that It was a mere matter of time until the sheriff sold him out. Women know these things too, and there is nobody who is more long suf fering, und patient, and filled with forbearance than the business or professional woman who has to ca- (Novelised by> (From the play by George Hcar- 1 borough, now being presented at the Thirly-nlnth Street Theater, New York. Serial righth held and copyrighted by ; International News Service.) TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. H 'K started toward her he would execute a flank maneuver and • drive the wounded creature Into corner. "Give it me’” ordered Flagg. l agg, with murder an/1 lust lighting for place in hJ» evil eyes. The wounded animal—at bay—driven to the wall fights hard. "You’re choking me!" the girl man aged to articulate Tighter, tighter closed the fingers. "You’ll be unconscious soon." gloat on her captor, "and then I’ll have my way and my pay, my fine lady ’’ Frenzied, desperate, the girl reversed the paper file and plunged the long, sharp end into Flagg’s breast. He stag gered back—and In the suddenness of her release Aline fell across the table I i JLJuLBO. □ r i« -v (Novelized byl "\ ¥ I aw* i ;iw , mm else do we so absolutely reap as we j lo j,, the m en above her In order to sow as in the family circle, and, given certain people and certain conditions, it is Just na demonstrable that a marriage will work out well, or badlj ;:s It is that two and two make four The trouble with us Is that we have never yet elevated matrimony to the dignity of a profession, for which we have thought It worth while to pre pare That Is why we fall in the most important thing In lit*. No young man would expect to m: ke a howling success as a surgeon or a lawyer if he had never even contem plated seriously medicine or the law, \«-t a poor deluded woman marries him unoer the Impression that she is getting a first-class husband, and he himself has no doubt of his qualltlca- t.ons on that score. A young woman who wants to be sji opera singer devotes years of arduous labor to fitting herself to sing on the stage, but she does not spend an hour preparing herself to fill the far more difficult and complicated role of a wife and mother. A \\ Hrt\ti A SSI MPTION People sc.em to think that a knowl edge of how to be good husbands and wives comes by nature, us Dogberry thought the knowledge of how to read and write did Both assump- are bold down her Job. JUST hi i»i»os»:. Suppose these men and women, who are so plausible and suave In order to succeed 1n their business should apply an equal amount of diplomacy at home: suppose these men and women, who arc so careful to side step the little peculiarities of their customers, would be as nimble In sidestepping the little peculiarities of their husbands and wives, wouldn't they make matrimony as great a suc cess hr they do law. or medicine, or the grocery business? Yea, verily. We quarrel with those with whom we live bcause we do not think It worth while to keep the peace. We say brutal things to them because there Is no money In our pocket foi being polite We wound them In their tender sensibilities be cause they can’t get away from us, anyway. We make marriage a fail ure because we are too ignorant and lazv and ■ areless to make It a success. And the shame la on our own heads It ought to be Just as much a reflec tion up »n any man’s or woman's abll Ity to be a bankrupt in domestic hap pinesH as a bankrupt in business. And it will be when we take marriage out A SKI RKT. It is literally true that almost any marriage could be made happy, or at Fast endurable. If either husband or w ife would pursue the method that he or she would in trying to attain success in any profession or business, and all that would be necessary to •to this would be to use the same tac- ti< 8 that are used in the practise of business or the professions. Take the matter of the husband's and wife s relationship. That is merely a partnership, and all that any mar- led couple need to achieve Ideal nappiness is Just :o rise to the point wnerc they can treat each other mb Up-to-Date Jokes Too Very Queer People tion» »rc equally falxe It take. »£ the amateur claaa and put It In effort and perspiration, as well an ln-- th ® t>rofcailonal. • piration. to succeed in any calling, | and especially the domestic calling. Undoubtedly the matrimonial situa- |!6n would be enormously eased If !nen and women would begin married life by a thorough understanding of Just the elementary things. If every woman knew how to keep house and make a comfortable home when she marries Instead of having to learn | her trade on her husband, and If fivery man could be brought to real ise befoie marriage Just how much money it costs to support a family, a jyoung couple would start out with an infinitely better chance for happiness than they have where the wife gets hysterical over her Inability to cook s meal that Isn’t a menace to life It self, and where the hunband Is in a perpetuai grouch when it dawns on him that matrimony in conducted on a cash basis, inatead of the hot air currency of courtship. The hope of the future is for In telligent people to regard marriage as a profession that Is worthy of profound study, and in which it la as much a disgrace to fail as it 1s In the practise of any other profession. i y ' 1 cp i m i u- / HI T A :-V: # j, *'• •’>>** ■ ■ : 4 , - V * I la ■v H, \ ^ K. y At last Aline roused herself from her shrouding leth argy. Fear impelled her. The instinct to escape claimed her—and she turned to escape. Then as she faced the door What had and safety—just as she stood under the full glare of the cen ter chandelier and was face to face (if she had lifted her tired eyes) with Flagg’s masterpiecce of art, the painting of Justice —just then, there was a blinding flash i By BEATRICE FAIRFAX lJp;AH MISS FAIRFAX I haven’t been married quite a year, and my husband and 1 are very much In love with each oth er—but the worst of it is he Just wants me to be one of his family and not niysolf at all. He has cousins and uncles and aunts, and he thinks it's terrible, and they all seem to think so. too. if I want to go anywhere ■with people who are no relation to any of us. I think they're queer about it— but my husband says I’m the one that's queer. Is be or am I? KINFOLKS. W An irascible elderly gentleman or- jBLL, the chances are, Kinfolks, that you're both queer—most people are when you come right down to It. But, from my point of view, your husband la the queerest of the two. Kinfolks are all very well in their way. but what's the use of limiting your life to them und to them alone? Why not broaden out your circle of friends and learn something differ ent while you are about the business of living? 1 know some people let's call them i^mith well, the Smiths never talk about a thing on earth but their "in laws and the queer things their "in laws are always doing, or saying, or looking or being, and the only queer thing tliat 1 can see about most of the "in-laws’’ is that they weren t born by the name of tsimth and haven’t the Smith nose or the Smith *• *Ock, sir?” said the waiter. “Yes, dered a bot... of hoc* with his ,unch. j “ the Smith memory for figures—that's all. Now, don’t you be like the Smiths, little srtster, and don’t you let your husband be like them, either. Maae your own circle of friends—don’t say mean things about your "in-laws’* - don’t even think tliem—-Just be so busy with your own friends and the friends you hope to make for that nlc-> husband of yours that you haven’t time to think very much about it one way or the other. It is the woman’s place to make the friends of the fami ly—it is your business to have pleas ant friends and acquaintances—if not for your own sake, tor your hus band's. Choose them—ask them to your M‘- tle flat—have some simple little re freshment--a cud of really good cof fee and some thin slices of bread anu butter are not to be sneezed at. let me tell you. Be friendly and unaf fected and kind and you’ll soon have so many friends that you won't know what to do. Then hang on to them—for they’re about all there is in t .*» world that makes life worth living- "Not ’ock.” said the customer; "hock—hlc, hac, hoc. D'vou under stand ?” The waiter disappeared, and some twenty minutes elapsed, while, the elderly one sat nursing his wrath to keep it warm At last, catching the errant waiter's eye. he veiled, furi- ou*l y "Where’s that hock': ' "’pek, sir?" sruid the waiter, in a grieved and surprised tone. "1 thought you declined It.’’ Doctor." said the caller. Tm a vic tim ef insomnia (’an you cure me?" 1 can.’’ replied the physician "But before 1 take the case 1 want to ask you one question Are you in busi- rcas for yourself, or do you work for • «t hers ?” ’Tm employed as an assistant at a gl*0‘ erv, answered the patient. "Then you'll have to pay in ad vance." said the doctor. "I’m not doubling your honesty, but after i gci through with you the chances are you will sleep so soundly you'll lose your job. Then you can't pay me." • * • Not long ago a North-county vicar c ttried an elderly couple at 11 lock in the morning At 3 in the ai' i noon his duties took him to the neighboring cemetery, where he mot the same, couple seated loving on one • f he benches You see sir." the husband ex- piained, "my wife is a real un fot Pleasure. 1 wanted to goo back to me ' nrk this afternoon, but th' mi>sus I f'hi ami niak’ a day on ’t." Misunderstood. It was at a country ball at which the regular printed ball program with the dainty little pencil attached, was being used for the first time. A voting fellow from the city, noting that a stout and not very attractive young woman was being a good deal of a wall dower, took pity on her and said: "Is your program fu!!?’’ My .vhat?" "Your program." After a moments reflection she 1 ;n t but one dough- "What the h 1 do you think i am?” She thrust the infamous yet precious J pink paper into the bosom of her gown. J caught back the clinging, impeding j soft draperies and fled in wild efrort j to escape* her pitiless hunter fled to i the great door—toward the outside world—-toward sanctuary and Home! In His Hand. She reached the threshold, her fingers fumbled against tin* wood touched the knob and Judson Flagg reached ber in an evil, spiderlike leap and caught her white wrist In a quick twisting grasp. Innocence tan not bear the physical horror of the clammy touch of evil. "Don’t put your hand on me!'* screamed Aline, shrill with horror and degrading fear. That this creature of slime and crime should touch her! "I’ll put both hands on you you vix en!" cried the man. 'Phis was a game fish, thought he it struggled well, more joy when he landed it In his arms and at his feet. Vie caught the girl in bis arms, lie drew her roughly and violently into an evil embrace and set his lips on hers with the menace of his tainted life for her sweet youth. "That letter! That or my days by the sea! ’ he said. “Give up- -my girl— t have you!" "I won’t! I won’t!” cried Aline. Her desperate resistance taxed his wasted and dlsipated strength, he dragged her from the door, over to his heavy table, he forced her slender body back against his edge Dully she felt the bruising pain of the wood. In the grim light of the room they struggled, untaxed youth with clean longing? and aspirations against wary age. with evil desire and overtaxed and outworn energy. To which the victory , and would vic tory not mean defeat, too? The girl was a creature at hay. Life, honor, happiness, a chance for existence were being hunted by n merciless crea ture who would scarcely enjoy the fruit of his victory. To Aline that tight was for more than life, to the man it was less than dust, and there was a price both must pa> Aline freed her arm. She groped wildly for h weapon. She must hive aid. Her woman’s strength was going She was fighting in a struggle for which life had offered her no training. Her blindly, groping hand knocked papers and books to the floor: wild disarray- claimed the desk and room. Flaggs heel ground deep into one of the cap tain’s roses. Suddenly he pinioned her free arm hack of her. The pain was excruciating -but she could bear it for her fingers had closed on cold heavy metal a great iron hill--file. She shrieked hysterically, and he loosed her arm to draw her whole form closer—to kiss her again. "Let me go’ Let me go!" She struck him on the shoulder with the flat base of the bill-holder. "Put that down! I’ll break your arm!” She gave a sob of pa n and stuck at his forehead In a L ry he laid his long rapacious fingers on her white throat. "And your b n neck, too!" hissed Horror marked her face sho done? She had been at bay—she had fought —and now grim struggle was to be fol lowed by grimmer quiet. "Ah—ah—-try,” gasped Flagg, "to murder me!" lie staggered to his feel from the chair into which he had fallen in utter collapse. “I didn't want to hurl you!” breathed Aline, in a whisper of horror. WHAT, WHAT HAD SHE DONE? she questioned her fast beating heart. WHAT HAD SHE DONE? "I didn’t want to hurt you!” she moaned. Tall and slim and white, like a withering lily, she stood by the mas sive desk. Her brown gold hair had fallen in disarray from its coronal on her head Her eyes were wide with terror her lips were bleached. WHAT HAD SHE DONE? “Tommy!” called .Judson Flagg. He sank into the chair again, his face distorted with pain, his hand fumbling, fumbling to pull the lung needlelike file from his breast. Paralyzed by fright and fascinated by horror, Aline stood and watched him. Strangely enough, he hail become the victim now Suddenly there was a wrench, a spurt of blood, and Flagg pulled the needle point from hjs breast. He stiftjgered toward the desk and Aline shrank away at his approach. Flagg seized tin* edge of the desk for support and, too late, the girl, who had moved away", J divined his purpose, for he caught her emerald brooch in bis left hand. Then, still clutching the weapon of doom as he had pulled it from his breast, he be gan groping groping At last Aline roused herself from her shrouding lethargy. Fear Impelled her. The Instinct to escape claimed her —and she turned to escape. Then as she faced the door and safety—just as she stood under the full glare of the center chandelier and was face to face (if she had lifted her tired eyes) with Flagg’s masterpiece of art. the paint ing of Justice—Just then, there was a blinding flash! Flagg's groping hand had found the electric button! He gasped for breath—-and then, with a final chuckle, Judson Flagg spoke his epilogue to life. "1 got your brooch-—and I got your picture for the police!" The noise of the explosion died—the light faded again. "Tommy!” screamed Judson Flagg- gurgling the death agony. But he voiced his cry to the one human being who lovetj him. "Coming Uncle Judson!" came a far-off voice. The girl ffed back into the shrouding night She made her way to vjie home she had left that, fear might be de stroyed and, instead, fear triumphed. What had she done? Across the table in a grim den of gloom sprawled Judson Flagg—dark, saturnine, like a giant spider, and in his hand was the emerald brooch Gor don Graham had given his wife when their baby girl was born. But across the table, a tiny stream of blood was trickling toward the bills—the ?200 that had been too small a price for honor— or life. Silence and darkness! Then a boy’s anguished cry—“Uncle Jud! Uncle Jud! Speak to me! Uncle Jud! DEAD! MURDERED!’’ The flash of light from every corner of the gloomy chamber, the jar of an opening window, a quick glance un and down the empty st *eei. and then a. bov s treir.Uing voice steadied to a w;«1 sc'catti. Police P*pe!” * * * The Secret Service. In the office of the Chief of the Se cret Service of the United Stales three men sat talking. They were Captain Larry Holbrook, Chief Dempsey and Father. Shannon. “Larry,” said the chief, “you have been arrested once by this Govern ment.' There was a bit of quiet in sinuation in his tone. “Yes, Chief, once in New Orleans. You arrested me for trying to get some rifles over to General Garcia. But re member this, six months later the Uni ted States sent the whole army over on line same job.” “But the Government regarded you as an offender then,” went on the insinu ating voice. "Not too much to make me a cap tain in the Philippine constabulary a year later." "Why did you quit- vour GOVERN MENT job?" went on Dempster. "Somethin* in the blood." "Fever?’ "Born there—1 couldn’t ride herd on a people fighting for their own liberty. You see. Chief, if 1 were two scars old er I’d been born in Ireland. As it was 1 was born on Second avenue. <>pi*res- sion drove my father from home. 1 think it was the stories I heard at my mother’s knee that made me ready to take filibustering jaunts UNDER \ FLAG FoR FREEDOM. THAT MADE ME A PERPETUAL MEMBER OF THE MINORITY.” "He is that." said Father Shannon, warmly, "the rascal saved my life in Manila. I was In the minority and the flames were a vast majority!” “What nonsense. 1 made him get out of bed when a house was on fire.’’ "He carried ltie unconscious ” be gan Father Shannon. ‘‘Some friend is apt to do as much for me any Saturday night.” laughed the merry Irish lad of 38. "Chief, he touches no drop!” said Father Shannon, and a twinkle came to the chief’s eye. "Holbrook!” said he, “there’s a big expedition on foot for Nicaragua. What can you tell me about it?” There was a steady gleam in his eye—he would not be denied. “Dutch Dugan busy again!” exclaimed the captain. “That’s the man, but we can’t get our hands on him. captain.” "I’d tell you. Bob, If I knew, but ’* The two men eyed each other, and the steady twinkle never faded from Larry Holbrook’s eyes. “But tell your men to go easy with Dugan. He’s not a bad chap!” The chief smiled, and a glint of steel came into his c.Ves and over the settled lines of his mouth. In the further office a telephone sounded its insistent call. "Excuse me. gentlemen." said the chief with grave courtesy. Holbrook turned to the father. "Well now. I’ll tell you something in confi dence, as a'man to his priest, mind ye. in the most sacred confidence. You will give it?” Father Slianon smiled. “You know well you can trust me. Larry.” • •Well—then—I AM DUGAN S expedi tion!’' ”,You. me lad?” To Be Continued Monday. (From Owen Davis’ play now being pre sented at the Playhouse. New- York, by William A. Brady —Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT ' "Ken!" she said In her sweet ca- denced voice—the. music inherited from the far off isle of Erin, the Gaelic tones that come down through long genera tions to the daughters of Ireland. "Mary!" The boy leaped to his feet His shoul ders straightened to manhood, his eyes filled with purpose, with some dim emo tion he scarcely sensed as he faced hia boyhood sweetheart, the only loyal friend of his whole wasted young life. "Mary!” It was as if'sunshine and the breath of springtime had come with Mary Burk to his garish, gloomy and tobacco poi soned rooms. "Thank you. Mary, for just—coming —here.” said the boy in a dumb misery that was brightened with perfume and sunshine that he felt were across a high w r all he might never climb. There w r ere roses In the garden spot that was Mary’s life—well, he thought, he might inhale the perfume for one more min ute—and then good-bye to Mary Burk. But a love like Mary Burk’s never dies —and perhaps, perhaps—“quien sabe?” —who knows what it was yet to mean to Kenneth Nelson? The boy stood staring at her as at some wonderful vision. Mary laughed a bit—and softly and kindly to relieve the tension. "Ken, 1 read your letter to your mother.” "Did you?” said the boy. nervously— ill at ease before this girl who breathed the purity and fine sweetness that he had unconsciously been missing from his life. "Did you—the last one—you mean it —it was funny—wasn’t it, Mary?” "It was very sad. Ken—it almost broke her heart—and mine,” added Mary in a frightened little hushed under tone. “She did not even answer it,” said the boy. But you cared, you sympa thized, Mary!” He concluded his sen tence with an abrupt self-consciousness that a tender tone was creeping from his hungry heart to his voice. And what right had he to talk tenderly to a girl like Mary Burk? "She could not! She just could not! She is very proud, Kenneth, and very unhappy. She* could not send you mon ey to spend on something of which she did not approve—and your father has written asking her not to help you.” "My father lias written to her? Why, they are getting together over the prod- j igal,” exclaimed Kenneth, cynically. “No!" said Mary, sadly. "I had to j read that letter to her and we did nol j answer it. And it only said not to I help you under the—circumstances. He j is proud, too!" And Mary, who had the fine pride that t is ashamed only of a wrong intention ! and an evil deed, sighed at the tangle j of life that held the people she loved I as if they were lost in a noisome jun gle. Kenneth's pride flared anew. "I won’t ask again!” he declared, stubbornly. ”1 felt that—so I came. I *. m no* proud, you see, Ken. I have some mor ey here. Not much—but it Is qut»e quite my own. I'll leave it, Ken." The girl took a little roll of mb, from her bag and dropped It on the table. "NO!" There was surprise mingleP with horror of what he had become In his tone But Kenneth Nelaon knew that Mary Burk was offering him the kindest, truest friendship his Ilf* m, ever to know. "Why not? We have ben frieodd at ways. You can pay me big tatereet It will be a good investment," coax*, the girl, trying to make her love offer j lng appear only a business traneactioi, i "as man to man.” "NO!” "How silly! I would not hesitate to ask a favor of you! I—I will never hesitate to come to yon if I am In need of a true friend, Ken. Why, yxxi are more than that—you are almost like my brother!” When a woman wants to serve tbs man she loves with that peerle.se devo tion that can come only onoe in a life time—with that love that most men. worthy or unworthy, miss—she will da ny her love—she will call him "friend I and "brother" so that he may the more willingly accept the sacrifice that pots ! his love beyond her claiming, and gives j it to the woman he has ohosen. The door to the side corridor opened With a little air of being perfectly at j home, Kitty May entered the room. The Two Girls. At sight of Mary she affected pretty 1 confusion. "Hello!” she began—“Oh! I ” ahf | trailed off. Mary turned and looked at her. Then with a friendly little gesture she step ped forward. "This is Kitty?” she asked. Kenneth hung his head in the most genuine shame he had ever felt, at ths thought of what he had done with his life for love—If love it could be called - of Kitty May. "You’d better go,” he said "Why?” asked Mary genuinely. Kitty braced herself against the table and spoke with a hard little show of bravado. "Because all his fine friends are too proud to know me.” Mary smiled gently. Some of ths sweetness of that old-fashioned flower garden was wafted to Kenneth's imagi nation again. The two girls faced each other. The boyhood sweetheart—the girl he might have loved, except that the son of Mrs. Charles Nelson, leader of society, could not marry his mother’* social secretary, was smiling with gen tie kindness on Kitty Claire. And the. girl whose evil spell, like a fog from the sea. had hidden shoals and rocks from the eyes of that same boy. was staring back at Mary with Insolent hardness Kenneth had a queer little vision of • thin alley cat, eyes aflame, back up. spitting and snarling and scratching at the little child who was stooping with friendly hand to smooth ruffled fur. He dashed’ his hand across his eyes—what a fool he was, thought he—seeing gar dens and fogs and cats and smiling chil dren with trusting eyes! This was just Mary and Kitty! Just Mary and Kitty- but the good ami the bad angels of his life would war for him to-day. Mary und Kitty! Which would win? To Be Continued Monday. • mini wil_. IMOUU|L I 7, ,Le J"* «»h*r Buy of r« a p V IJrnctfiot. 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Y V I/! i $4 Schedules Change Dec. 7,1913 ON AND AFTER SUNDAY, DECEMBER 7TH, CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RAILWAY TRAINS WILL LEAVE ATLANTA, FROM TERMINAL STATION, AS FOLLOWS, EXCEPT AS NOTED: No. 2, 8:00 a. m.—DAY EXPRESS, for Macon, Savannah, AV bany, Americus, Jacksonville and intermediate points. Parlor Car to Albany, Ga. No. 98, 9:47 a. m.—DIXIE LIMITED, first train December 8, for Macon, Cordele, Tifton. Waycross and Jacksonville. Observa tion Libra ry Car, Pullman Sleeping Cars, Dining Car and Coache* to Jacksonville, Fla. No. 10, 12:3G p. m.—For Macon, Milledgeville, Millen, Valdosta, Americus, Albany and intermediate points. Parlor Car to Macon, Ga. No. 12, 4:00 p. m.—For Griffin, Macon and intermediate pointa. Parlor Car to Macon, Ga. No. 94, 8:30 p. m.—DIXIE FLYER, - For Macon, Cordele, Tif ton, Waycross and Jacksonville. Observation Library Car, Pullman Sleeping Cars and Coaches. No. 4, 9:00 p. m.—NIGHT EXPRESS—For Macon and Savan nah. Connects at Macon with G. S. & F. for Cordele, Tifton, Val dosta and Palatka. Sleeping Car to Savannah, Ga., and Palatka. Fla. No. 32, 10:10 p. m.—SOUTH ATLANTIC LIMITED—For Mv jeon, Cordele, Tifton, Waycross and Jacksonville. Sleeping Car* j and Coaches to Jacksonville. Broiler Buffet Car serves breakfast ! Tifton to Jack«nnvillf! NO 8, 11:45 p. m.—MIDNIGHT MAIL—For Macon, j Americus, Albany, Thomasville, Dawson, Cuthbert, Eufaula and | Southwest Georgia and East Alabama points. Pullman Sleeper to Thomasville, Central Sleeper to Montgomery-. NOTE,—All trains will arrive in Atlanta at Terminal Station, as at present, except No. 15 from Macon, Southwest Georgia and East Alabama points will arrive at 7 :55 p. m. instead of 8 :10 p. m., and No. 99. DIXIE LIMITED, from Jacksonville, Waycross, Tifton. Cordele and Macon, will arrive (first train December 9th) 8 :03 p. ui NOTE.—No. 4, NIGIIT EXPRESS, for Macon and Savannah, carrying Savannah and Palatka Sleepers, will leave at 9:00 p. m j instead of 9:35 p. m. No. 98, DIXIE LIMITED, first train South, j will leave Atlanta Monday, December 8th. For additional information, ask the TICKET AGENT, corner I Peachtree and Marietta streets, and at Terminal Station. W. H. FOGG, District Passenger Agent, Atlanta, Ga. CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RAILWAY