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9 @ The Truth, Children Dear, Is That Santa Claus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint Is a Woman 3 • THE family CUPBOARD , fla p„d from th. BIB Broadway Succ... A By Owen Davla. [Novelized byl navis’ play now being pre- <*•' |•iayhoi.se. New York, by a Hrady-Copyright, 1913. by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT "Please' Don't let me hurt you! Let mP be gentle, but I can't stay. I can't bear any more.” He loosened her clinging arms—sor- owftiHy almost, as one Impelled by a ’ , ,, great for himself. He held bar.u? In his cold ones for a mo- ted at her In pity. Th( .re. dear—there. Forgive me!" He half led. half carried her to a chair wA placed her In It as if she hail been helpless child Anti, indeed, Emily as almost helpless now. Half timing sobbing—collapse Imminent, she fp.i away from his arms. She had fought for the life of her first born— and lost. t bless you, mother." The boy s voice was tender now. He was speak- ing his farewell—hts final farewell. Ader all he had once loved his beautiful young mother—and he would never see b er again. And never again would he the father, who had given him life— ihe father he had estranged past all for giveness. His father would never know MV the blew on his cheek had seared t5 red path of torture into the heart of the son who had struck him. "Bod bless you. mother—and good bye!" With one last scourging of her will Emily Nelson cried out—she struggled for her box's life and her own sanity. ■•Nil, KEN! NO! CHARLIE!" “Charlie!” In the hour of death she called the name of the man she had loved—her do's father—the man to whom she was b". ; by fetters past pride’s breaking e m an she must always love now. Relentlessly Kenneth went his self- appointed way—to the blood atonement, p, could not face life and the long .ays and hours. Death was but one moment- and then—oblivion. He stumbled to the door—wrenched it open—and there In the portal stood Charles Nelson. Charlie!'' cried the mother. Then nature exacted her dues of outworn nerves and aching heart. Quickly so that the two men brought face to faCe did not know she had succumbed to emotion. Emily Nelson slipped back in her chair—swooning. "Father"' cried the son in a broken voice of mingled joy and pain. In his eyes was the dawning light of sanity— of new day I have been waiting for a long time. Ken" said the man with tender strength in voice and earnest eyes. He opened his arms. Kenneth stum bled forward into his father’s welcome embrace. He had found his refuge. * * * And the family skeleton slunk from the room abashed, defeated by the deathless power of forgiving love. In a sordid Bohemian hotel there was the glow of twilight calm—of peace. In Emily Nelson’s apartment nearby stood Mary Burk waiting waiting for the home-coming of which her loyal heart felt strangely well assured. Sunset— and sunrise! For In Kenneth Nelson's room a boy was kneeling at bis father’s feet, while a man and wo man came again Into thefr kingdom— the Kingdom of Love. And perhaps one day Kenneth would find his King dom. too, in the rose-garden of Mary’s flove. THE END. ■jt s Beauty <*t A DELIGHTFULLY JIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA A Charmingly Unique Short Story, Complete. & The Power of Persuasion tor A Charming Evening Golten Fully Described by Olivette. I N a corner of one of the most quiet streets in Sevastopol in the burn ing sun sat an orange seller, a Tartar, motionless and half asleep. In front of him stood a flat basket half filled^ with big oranges Everybody else was half dead with heat, but the Tartar felt nothing. What was he thinking, as he sat there with hls basket of oranges, worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Pose». By MAUDE MILLER. W HAT is the secret and how do you tell? Oh, it i» an absorb ing topic, and a very difficult i question to decide. But Madame | Yorska, that dear, elusively dainty j little French actress formerly of the Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Paris, who seems to be well versed in the sub ject, has whispered some very im portant secrets which will perhaps help those who are more inexperi enced. Of course it isn’t given everyone to have so many admirers. And now Do Y Know ou lish put it; It is all in a good cause These clever men, they are so funny they get drunk on their genius if they have any, but they are no match for the clever woman. She knows intui tively that even if he is clever most of his manner is a pose. "A poseur is very uninteresting, all the time thinking of himself and his charm. But there is no man who is too clever to lose his hand to a woman if she has learned how to play her best card. She must appear indiffer ent 1o him at first, and gradually al low him to arouse her interest. Real for the secret. The most important ; j n terest, or seeming interest, it is all r«‘, ‘Va\ e \ beauty hints; they are of secondary | himself to notice. And by and by importance. What is it? The secret j W hen she finds that she must tear of understanding a man. nerself away, he will say to hls •*U, raon Dieu. these men." said | f r jfmds, "Such an interesting woman, Mme Yorska. who at present is ar- So much temperament, so sympathetic, tistlc director of the French Drama j must see her again.’’ Not a word Society of New York, clasping her about the color of her eyes, or the hands and leaning forward from the straight line of her aristocratic little big couch where she was curled up n0 se. or the maddening curve of her among the cushions "They are like m0 uth. Not that I mean to imply that children; they come to us a 1 flushed a man does not care for beauty. Not with health and the joy of living, and at a u t but a clever woman can make Most likely he was thinking of noth ing at all, for why should a Tartar think vh<n his whole world of thought is limited to half dozen commonplace Ideas? This is permitted; that is tor- bidden The Tartar is satisfied to take things as he finds them. So lazy luui he grown that, he did not even care to hum to himself the beautiful Tartar tune which the Tar tar boy plays on his flute Sundays, as he saunters along the aisles of the basaar in the wake of the fat. opu lent wholesale dealer in fruit, who walks along looking as Important as If he were a Roman conqueror whope praise Is being sting by singers and musicians. The Tartar sat half asleep, dozing over his oranges and feeling so com fortable that he did not even want to raise hts head to look at the elegant carriage passing along the street Otherwise the street was nearly empty, but in the distance war* a man in a dark blue suit and a straw hat tottering along, affected by heat and wine. When he reached the Tartar he stopped and stared down into the b r, e ket with his dull eves Then with some exertion he asked "Do you sell oranges?" '‘Certainly.’’ drawled the Tartar as he raised hls eyebrows lazily. "Do you want some'”’ "Are you a Tartar?” "Of course 1 am,' the Tartar said good naturedly. NO VODK4 A man has got to be something more. No answer occurred to him. At last he said “But the man's boas will say to him - ‘We don't want a drunken monkey like you. Get out!'” "A man should drink intelligently and not let himself be caught by hls boss "A man should not drink at all Everybody knows that vodka has a j bitter taste ” "Nonsense: If you don’t like the bitter, drink something sweet." ' Hut why should I drink when 1 don’t fAel like drinking at all?" A very Impressive argument, but the champion of drink did not give in •'1-low is it possible not to feel like drinking? Resides. Russian drinks even if ho does not feel like it. At. first it seems a little hard but you soon get used to It. Did you ever read afi.v statist!—statistics?” "Now what Is that?" "Well if you had you would know that according to stast statistics every than in Russia drinks a litre and a half of vodka ,i year. Do you understand? Is it your duty then to drink or not?” The Tartar sighed scratched hls head and admitted “Of course, naturally it is." That is how it is." said the pas serby and walked on. When he reached the harbor. he stopped, leaned against a pillar and g.iaed at the limpid blue water of the bay. Ue was thinking "That Tartar is a sensible fellow.” he muttered to himself. "Me l» right, Some are Fart a rs and some are Vodka is no good 1i« says it ruins your health and roh* you of your Greeks." money and your Job l know what "Yes—and. say, do ou <3 rink 1 am going to do. 1 urn going to | vodka ?” chuck drinking Shut up. don’t con- j 11 is for- trad let me" "No, we d o not d rink He raised hls hand and stood ns; bidden/' If he were listening to dim voices! "Why. In Heaven' « name, in tha t within himself. V forbidden," a alt ed the pa sse - by. "1 have chucked it." 1 • • • le said. "Does vodka do you bar m The man wan bareh out of sight! "Yes. it is written in oi r law that when the Tartar began to feel an 1 we must no t drink It is a g reat unpleasant sensation. He nodded i sin ” his head repeatedly, smack ed his could tongue anil fugged at hls full trous j "Nonsense What harm that ers. Then lie said to himself: do you? 1 am sure you must liave "What that man said was true. He * often they have not an Idea in their heads But do they enjoy life any the less? Ah. no. and why? Because they are unconscious of the fact. And we women. Do we in our funny su perior way look at them askance? a man think she is beautiful. • Then there is the kind man. One often finds the kindest men among the bourgeois class. It takes brains to be an intelligent bourgeois. And with the kind man you need not play. Ah no; we laugh very humanly, and j* would hurt your heart to be any- lon’g quite shamelessly to pet them 1 thing but natural when he is willing as we would a good child or a favor- t0 play the game so fairly, lte Newfoundland dog. "But be careful lest you lose your K(VI , fitirfriCULT heart In a Ra,me 1,ke Th5Pl for U is NOT 1 1 the most dangerous kind to play, al- "You must not mind any feeling of tnoug h it is generally true that the ennui, remember, as you funny En 1 ;- kind maq Is too straightforward, too Honorable to engage in a game of hearts for his own amusement. “The very young man is very much the same as the older man with a pose, although he is not so clever. But he studies charm and makes a dash to be what you call a lady killer. He does not know that he is very funny, he Is too egotistical, and it Is ; often a very good plan to give him I some very rude awakening. ]t de- velops his manhood and in the hands | of a very clever woman any latent I possibilities can easily be developed i after the foolishness has somewhat evaporated. "You have enjoyed my little talk? Yes? Merci, beaucoup. I have en joyed it much. I hope I have given you all, what you say, good advice.” misunderstood the Koran Hand It to me and I will show you a p ace where it says you may drink." The Tartar shrugged his shoulders He was offended and was frying to think of an answer "When a man is drunk he HtutJeys Is that as it ought to be?" "You don’t know what you are talking about. A matt does not stut ter because he wants to The vodka makes him do that against his will.” "And then he totters, s gs and brays like a donkey enough to scare cats and dogs away. Is that proper?” "Why shouldn’t a person sing when he feels like it?" ‘ If he sings well. 1 do mind, but a drunken man yells.” "My dear friend Tartar, what does it matter to him if others don’t like his singing? Jf it annoys them let them drink, too.” Again the Tartar was thinking, try ing to find an answer. At last he said with a triumphant smile: "When a man is drunk, he falls In the middle of the street and while he sleeps like a dead man, thieves plund er him." "That is not so.” cried the cham pion of vodka. "Do you hear. Tar tar? That is a lie. When a man lias fallen like that, no one can rob him.” Why not? How can you say suedi a thing? There are plenty of thieves who would do it." “But how can they stenl anything from him, you fool of a Tartar? When a man is that drunk, he has nothing left, that anybody can steal." more argument. ••perhaps! But then they may steal his shoes." “And what does that matter, when it is as hot as to-day? It will only make you feel cooler.” The Tartar was in a dilemma once is quite right. Jf I drink and lilqe it. it is nobody else s business." Ilw Jumped up. picked up ills basket, walked quickly down tow ards Die harbor and entered the Inn “The Jolly Tars ’ up-to-Date Jokes "1 haven’t seen Hemmandshnw for a week." "No; he hasn't been out of the house since hls accident.” “Wa« he seriously Injured?” "No; but he feels the disgrace j deeply.” “Disgrace ?“ “Yes. After living in the heart of the City all his life, he went to the country one day last'weftk and was run over by a milk wagon.” • • • Secretary Bryan, at a luncheon in Washington, said of a man who through modesty, had declined an Important and useful office: “So he wants to hide hls light under a bushel, eh? Then perhaps the country is just as well off with out his services When a man talks of hiding his light under a bushel, 1 usually think that, a thimble would answer the purpose just as well." • • • Jim—"Honesty is the beat policy, arter all.” Bill—“How ?’* "Remember that dog 1 stole?” "Yes.” "Well, I tried two hull days to sell ’im, an* no one offered more'n five dollars; so I went, like a honest man, an' guv him to th’ ole lady what owned 'im. and she guv me ten.” S IMPLE dinner dress in vervaine brocaded charmeuse. Vervain* is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new season. The richness of color and ihe simple elegance of line are respoD sible for the beauty of this stunning dress. The full bodice crosses in a V from and back and outlines the low neck. Ai the armhole the full material tightens to take the place of sleeves. At the waist again the fullness tightens under a girdle. Extremely chic is this wide girdle of very pale green liberty silk which ties in a great soft bow just at the crossing of the surplice. The plain skirt Is slightly gathered round the waist and closes down the front. Directly in front it is caught up tinder a button of the material The skirt Is quite long in back and Is raised by its own line of drapery in front. For the woman who objects to the sleeveless effect, the gown may be improved by a short angel sleeve of the green liberty or of self colored tulle.—OLIVETTE. The safest railway line in the w’orld °ught to be the Illinois Central. No other railway certainly has carried its precautions against accident into such minute detail. A general order has just oeen issued prohibiting drivers, firemen onductora—everyone, in fact, who ^concerned with the actual running of trains- from carrying on their watehfaces pictures of sweethearts, * , 8 . or babies Such pictures, it is ^plained, are likely to distract the at tention of employees from their work. Some suggestive experiments have made on German warships with ‘•rnjectiiea, which it is thought J ake the place of the electric ■ ear .light. The projectile, which is wi,il calcium carbide. Is fired from cannon anr k sinc e it is lighter than sure aflPr striking it comes to the During its immersion water is Jl^tically admitted and produces inmi . e gas - which burns with an il- dlesNation equal to that of 3,000 can- a K°rilla flew as a passenger in an i an*. from Strasburg to Metz the *r lay The animal is the pet of a ’•-r.na 1, military airman, who acted ns . .T Th** ape at first refused to he jl' ,u " tllP machine, but submitted af- - 1 '“rsuason. Through the flight .w ' ■ •! and trembled, and when d h« WAB SO paralyzed , r:e ‘ ’ that he had to be helped out 01 me passenger’s seat. Round trip holiday n FARES between points in southeast VIA the west point route. 18 T 'iq K |J S 0N SALE December 17, 1913 V°', 21 ' 22 > 23 ' 24 ' 25 3L Limit , Januar y 1, 1914. RETURN L p January 6, 1914. Calyon 3 *' ' n ^ orma *i° n write to, or „ J. P. BILLUPS, F M TH G 0MPS0N aSSen9er A9en ‘- ' stru:t Passenger Agent. ATLANTA, GA. Advt. Household Suggestions Should the Inkpot be accidentally upset on tablecloth or carpet, pour a little cold water over it at once. The Ink will float on the water, and when cloth of carpet is rubbed dry no sta.n will show. In wet weather clean the windows with chamois leather in the usual way, then sprinkle a little flour on the polishine" duster. The result will be an easy and brilliant polish. Used in water as a dally gargle, borax keeps the throat healthy. Used In water for cleansing the teeth, it "disinfects” them and prevents their decaying. Oh, the Perils of Pretence! Only last week that infatuated pretender, Augustus Perkly, on en tering a ballroom said to the footman in a loud, peremptory tone of voice: "Please tell my coachman to bring the broughman back in three hours.' The footman went, and two minutes later as Perkly was standing up to dance with Miss Blond, he returned to say, in a voice audible throughout the room: "Y'our coachman says he can t come back in three hours, sir. because he's got another fare for then, sir Exit Boreleigh. “So you don’t object to late fil ers?” gratefully responded Boreleigii, who had been delayed. “No.” she replied. “It’s the late leavers who annoy me. AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers ■ © Tabloid Tales © © (Novelized by) CASTOR 1A For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bour+t Bears the Signature of ( (From the play by George Scar- _ borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. He found the little red morocco book —the book that would tell him the sad reason why the girl he loved—the girl whose eyes said. “I love you.’’ had de nied in words the message that gave him hope. "Address—indexed—initial G. Yes . . Graham, Aline—daughter of Gor don Graham. District Attorney. One letter—own hand and signature ” The box dropped to the floor and Cap tain Holbrook rose to his feet with the lines of hopelessness forming a net work of pain across hls face. In hor ror he voiced hls bitter discovery: "SE CRET MARRIAGE!—ALINE. . .” And in a broken tone of despair, he voiced his pain in one word—"Aline!" Would his faith die? Would he voice the cynic’s answer to knowledge such as this burning blast from the hell- like furnaces of the world’s own pur-, gatory? "Women—they’re all alike— all of ’em—after all?" Would he say this, think this—and leave Aline to her doom? He picked up the little packet of all- revealing. all-betraying letters as if to search for what had taken Aline into the tolls of destruction. Then he straightened up like the sol dier he was. “No, by Jove! I *an't look at any let ter that is hers fche killed Flagg to try to get it. his hand on her throat. poor little lady!" y- And then Captain Lawrence Holbrook walked over to the fireplace and ground that glass plate with the story of death printed on it beneath the iron poker. He did not desist until it was shattered to very atoms. And then he raised a transfigured face and said his creed with the devotion of a worshiper at some pure altar; "NO! SHE IS A GOOD WOMAN— OR I NEVER MET ONE!" "Tea la here. Captain," spoke Bar ney’s precise voice. Holbrook started. "Pour me a cup and let it cool a little." "Cream. Captain?" "No cream, and no sugar. Just tea.” "Yis, sir.' The Captain thrust his hands again through their accustomed place in the cuffs of his shirt, he put on his coat and slipped into its pockets the packet of letters and the tell-tale morocco book. The phone was again In demand. "Hello—-hello! Give me Main 724- Barney. clean up that mess I made on the hearth and put the pan and the red lamp away ’’ "Yis, sir." "Hello—724? Your night editor, please! Hello—night editor” This Is Captain I^awrence Holbrook—yes. sir, same. You promised Mr. Graham this afternoon to publish a denial of the engagement of his daughter, Miss Aline Graham, to me. WELL, NEVER MIND THE DE NIAL—that's it, exactly—let the matter go as it lays. Yes. sir. this Js Hol brook, himself. Exactly—PREMA TURE BUT QUITE RIGHT, and I’m sorry to have troubled you at all. sir." Those black bn ws had lifted at the corners to their quizzical triangle- and the bit of a brogue had deepened as it always did in moments of determina tion. excitement or Just mischievous be devilment of the powers that were soon to close in on him and the girl he loved supremely, In spite of all the evidence against her. When Alines father had objected to Holbfook because they knew so little of hls past, the girl had championed him with the warmth of love and the knowledge of her own bitter memories: "He Is interesting, unusual, a traveler, a world man, a real man; he is genial and frank—no one can interest me any more, father, than my past—interests him." But Alines past must interest Hol brook now—for on it hinged her fu ture—perhaps her life! The Captain smiled with the genial ity Aline had commended and concluded his chat with the night city editor; "Thank you—the same to you and many of them." He hung up the phone with a sigh of relief. The statement of his en gagement to Aline Graham -taker of life and another man’s wife—or dis carded love—would "go as it lay.’ Holbrook stirred his tea and prepared for a draft of it. The Confession. H OLBROOK walked over and lifted the spring lock. The "sick man" smiled. "Ah, doctor, thank you. You’re prompt." The man who entered was a slender, gray-haired, keen-eyed man of forty five, with all a boy's inquiring interest in life. But. Francis Elliott stood with firm, manly prominence at the head o f his great profession, surgery. A secret service chief, an Episcopal father and a great surgeon—these were the chosen friends of Aline Graham's "world man If Holbrook was to t*e judged by h:.-> friendships, he must rank high But the man would soon prove what were hls real companions -his thoughts. The doctor smiled his gentle, kindly smile—the smile that always won the hearts of the little lame lads whose poor legs he knew well how to straighten. "You ill, Larry?" "Not a bit," said Larry as cheerfully as if getting a man out of bed at this hour of the night or morning were a matter, of no import. "Your boy said " remarked Elliott in puzzlement. "I know—I told him—1 wouldn’t a bothered you, only IT IS ‘life and death.’ Doctor, sit down. Here's some whisky. I'll just see to the doors a bit. This is a matter of an extremely con- fiiJentJal nature." He picked up his own imp. "What’s that?" asked the doctor In an amazement that gave final testi mony that this was not Holbrook's reg ular beverage. "Tea I need something, and I can’t risk THAT to-night. But help yourself —I’m no fanatic." "But 1 am not drinking at such an hour—or when I have been called pro fessionally." Then gravely he added: "What can 1 do for you. Captain?’’ "Judson Flagg, the divorce lawyer— the blackmailer of women—ami helpless girls—has Just ” Hls tense voice broke and stopped suddenly as Barney entered. "Go to your room. Barney, until I call you." "Yis, sir." "Barney?" queried the doctor, with an amused smile at the serious Oriental, who suggested no whit of Irish ease or the brogue-tipped name to which he had just answered To Be Continued To morrow, W iAT, Mother, Is a diplomat? I read so much of them these days. A diplomat. My Child, is one whose manners are so highly polished that he can rail another man a liar and the other man will never know it. What. Mother, is meant by Pa tience? Patience. Little One. is tiiat senti ment which so soon ceases to be a vir tue when displayed toward the faults of those you dislike. It is also the best investment a married woman can make. Are all, Mother, who talk about oth ers to be classed as gossips? No, no, My Child; those you dislike are gossips; those you like a "well in formed." Is it so wicked, then, to listen to gos sip” There is nothing more wicked. Little One. than to listen to gossip, but it is the popular thing never to condemn the gossip till one has heard all he has to tell When hls talk is exhausted, it is then quite noble for his listeners to show their contempt for a tattler by leaving the room. What, Mother. Is Hope? The answer. Little One, depends upon the age of the person in whose breast it is inspired. In mothers. Hope is that sentiment which, when they see other boys slight, abuse and disown their parents, prevents them from giving their own boys away. What, Mother Mine, is meant by 'get ting back to Nature?" It is an expression. My Child, used by those who are figuring on loafing for a while and want the loafing dis guised. A KODAK. Of all the timely gifts, the very thing. It will appeal to every mem ber of the family and make this Christmas memorable. John L. Moore Sc Sons have them from $1 to $100. Let them show you. 42 North Broad st! eel. -Advt. Why, Mother, is Christmas time called "the holidays?" Because. My Child, it Is that season of the year when every one is worked almost to death. — FRANCES L. GA RSIDE. Cheap and Easily Nlade, But Ends a Cough Quickly How to Make the Very Beet Cough Remedy at Home, Fully Guaranteed. 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