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s © The Truth, Children Dear, Is That Santa Claus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint Is a Woman © the family CUPBOARD .jt Beauty S A DELIGHTFULLY DIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA A Charmingly Unique Short Story, Complete. te(i from the Big Broadway Succe.s By Owen Davla. [Novelized byl WIHii TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT "PI pa A Charming Evening GolXm Fully Described by Olivette. , ,. v pn Davis’ play now being pre- :I,p playhouse. New York, by Brady—Copyright, 1913, by nnal News Service.) Don't let me hurt you! Let be r.tic, but I can’t stay. I can't tear any more." He loosened her clinging arms—sor- rowfulb almost, as one impelled by a (orff great lor himself. He held lards In his cold ones for a mo ment and looked at her in pity. mere, dear—there. Forgive me!" He half led. half carried her to a chair and plarrd her in it as if she had been h eipi,.ss child. And, Indeed. Emily X el ion «as almost helpless now. Half falntipfr sobbing—collapse imminent, S he fell away from his. arms. She had tough' (or the life of her first born— and lost "God bless you, mother. The boy s v „iee ttrs tender now. He was speak ing his farewell—his final farewell. After all he had once loved his beautiful vfJun g mother- and he would never see her again And never again would he Me , hl i father, who had given him life— the father be had estranged past all for, jrfvenras. His father would never know hew the blow on his cheek had seared t, red path of torture Into the heart of the son who had strt»k him. "God Mess you. mother—and good bye!" With one last scourging of her wilt Emily Nelson cried out—she struggled for her boy's life and her own sanity. NO, KEN! NO! CHARLIE!" "Charlie!” In the hour of death she called the name of the man she hed loved—her boy a father—the man to whom .she was bound by fetters past pride’s breaking -the man she must always love now ‘Relentlessly Kenneth went his self- appointed way—to the blood atonement, le could not face life and the long days 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 di«l not know she had succumbed to emotion. Fzmily 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. Fn 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 his father’s feet, while a man and wo man came again Into the?r kingdom— the Kingdom of Dove. And perhaps one day Kenneth would find his King dom, too, in the rose-garden of Mary’s love THE END. 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 his basket of oranges, worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half. Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Poses. By MAUDE MILLER. W HAT 1 s the secret and how do you tell? Oh, it Is an absorb ing topic, and a very difficult question to decide. But Madame Yorska, that dear, elusively dainty little French actress formerly of the Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Paris, whp 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 for the secret. The most important thing in the world for a girl to know about. Far more important than any beauty hints; they are of secondary importance. What is it? The secret : of understanding a man. “O, mon Dieu, these men,” said Mme’ Yorska. who at present is ar tistic director of the French Drama Society of New York, clasping her hands and leaning forward from the big couch where she was curled up among the cushions. "They are like children; they come to us all flushed with health and the joy of living, and 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 1 we women. Do we in our funny su perior way look at them askance? Ah, no; we laugh very humanly, and long quite shamelessly to pet them as we would a good child or a favor- ite Newfoundland dog. NOT difficult. "You must not mind any feeling of ennui, remember, as you funny Eng- Most likely he was thinking of noth ing at all, for why should a Tartar 'think when his whole world of thought is limited to half dozen commonplace 'ideas? This is permitted; that is for- | bidden. The Tartar is satisfied to take things as he finds them. So lazy had 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 bazaar 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 whose praise is being sung 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 his head to look at the elegant carriage passing along the street. Otherwise the street was nearly empty, but in the distance was 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 has ke-t with his dull eyes Then with acme exertion he ask^d: "Do you sell oranges?" "Certainly.” drawled the Tartar as he raised his eyebrows lazily. "Do you want some?" “Are you a Tartar?" “Of course I am,” the Tartar said good naturedly. NO VODKA "A man has got to he something Some are Ta rtars and some are Greeks.” "Yes—and. aay, do you drink vodka?” "No, we do not drink. It is for- bidden.” "Why, in Heaven's name. is that forbidden." asked the pasaer-by. lish put It; it’is all in k good cause. The^e clever men, they are so funny they get drunk Qn their gonius 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 to him at first, and gradually al low him to arous^ her interest. Real interest, or seeming interest, it is all the same. He will be too absorbed in himself to v notice. And by and by when she finds that she' mus^ tear nerself away, he will say ,to his fi lends, "Such an interesting woman, so much temperament, so sympathetic. I must see her again.” Not a word about the color of her eyes, or the straight line of her aristocratic little nose, or the maddening curve of her mouth. Not that I mean to imply that a man (joes not care for beauty. Not at all, but a clever wom^n can make 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 he an intelligent bourgeois. And with the kind man you need not play. It would hurt your heart to be any thing but natural when he Is willing to play the game so fairly. "But be careful lest, you lose your heart in, a game like this, for it Is the most dangerous kind to play, al though it is generally true thqt the kind man 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. Rut 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 some very rude awakening Jt de velops his manhood and in the hands of a very clever woman any latent possibilities can easily be developed after the foolishness has somewhat evaporated. ’ "You have enjoyed my little talk? Yes? Merci, beaucoup I have en joyed it much. I hope T have given you all. what you say, good advice.” "Does vodka -do you harm?” "Yes. it is written in our law that we must not drink. It is a great ®In.” "Nonsense. What harm could that do you? I am sure you must have misunderstood the Koran Hand it to me and I will show you a place where it says you may drink.” The Tartar shrugged his shoulders He was offended and was trying to think of an answer "When a man is drunk he stutters. Is that as it ought to be?” "You don’t know what you are talking about. A man 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, I do mind, but a drunken man yells." "My dear friend Tartar, what does it matter to him If others don't like his singing? If 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. W'hen a man has fallen like that, no one can rob him.” "Why not? How can you say such a thing? There are plenty of thieves who would do it.” "But how can ♦hey steal anything from him. you fool of a Tartar? When a man is that drunk, he has nothing lert that anybody can steal.” MORE ARHIMENT. "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 more. No answer occurred to him. At last he said: "But the mans boss will say to him 'We don’t want a drunken monkey like you. Get out!’" "A marr should drink intelligently and not let himself be caught by his boss." "A man should not drink at all. Everybody knows that vodka has a bitter taste.” "Nonsense! If you don't like the bitter, drink something sweet.” "But why should 1 drink when 1 don’t feel like drinking at all?" A very impressive argument, but the champion of drink did not give in "How is it possible not to feel like drinking? Besides, a Russian drinks even if he does not feel like it. At first it seems a little hard but you *oon get used to it. Did you ever read any statist!—statistics?' "Now what la that?" Well if you had you would know that according to stast—statistics every man In Russia drinks a litre and a half of vodka a year. Do you understand? Is It your duty then to drink—or not?” The Tartar sighed, scratched hla 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. h« stopped, leaned against a pillar and gazed at the limpid bins water of the bay. He was thinking "That Tartar Is a sensible fellow." he muttered to himself. He Is right, Vodka is no good. He say s it ruins your health and robs you of your money and your job. I know what I am going to do. I am going to chuck drinking—Shut up. don’t con tradict me!” He raised his hand and stood as if he were listening to dim voices within himself. "I have chucked it,” he said. • • • The man was barely out of sight when the Tartar began to feel an unpleasant sensation. He nodded his head repeatedly, smacked his tongue and tugged at his full trouo ers. Then he said to himself: "WhRt that man said was true. He is quite right. If I drink and like it, it is nobody else's business." He Jumped up, picked up his basket, walked quickly down tow ards the harbor and entered the inn "The Jolly Tars." *'I haven't seen Hemmandshaw for a week." "No; he hasn’t been out of the house since his accident.” "Was he seriously injured?” "No; but he feels the disgrace deeply.” "Disgrace?" "Yes. After living in the heart of j the City all his life, he went to the country one day last week 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 his 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, I usually think that a thimble would answer the purpose Just as well." • • * Jim—"Honesty is the best policy, 1 arter all." Bill—"How?" "Remember that dog I stole?” “Yes." "Well, I tried two hull day* to sell 'im, an' no one offered more’n fire dollars; so I went, like a honest man. an' guv him to th’ ole lady what owned Mm. and she guv me ten.” S 1MPLE dinner dress in vervalne brocaded charmeuse. Vervaine is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new’ season. The richness of color and (he simple elegance of line are respon sible for the beauty of this stunning dress. The full bodice crosses in a V front and back and outlines the low r neck. At. the armhole the full material tightens to take the place of sleeves. At the waist again the fullness tightens under a girdle. Extremely chic Ir this wide girdle of very pale green liberty silk which ties in a great soft how 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 under 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 Thr safest railway line in the world ought to bp the Illinois Central. No other railway certainly has carried Its Precautions against accident into such miqute detail. A general order has just oeen issued prohibiting drivers, firemen and conductors everyone, in fact, who ‘3 concerned with the actual running of trains from carrying on their watch fare- pictures of sweethearts, babies. Such pictures, it is xplamed. are likely to distract the at tention of employees from their work. Some suggestive experiments have , P ia ^ r on German warships with anted projectiles, which it is thought may take the place of the electric Jwj-’hlight. The projectile, which is •led with calcium carbide, is fired from cannon and. since it is lighter than a ^ Pr striking it comes to the ia • liuring its immersion water is a/.I? r ? a ' ,ra H- admitted and produces i,mV" en ,° pa ‘ which burns with an il- dles nation equal to that of 3,000 can- flew as a passenger in an i.ttiJ. 1 i " fr ° m fr'trasburg to Metz the lirm ‘ ay . The animal is the pet of a rw r V[ ri:i ’ ,ary airman, who acted as • (j , 1 ’ p at first refused to be n " machine, but submitted af- u : ' **»on. Through the flight tv p <nd trembled, and when f rnm anded he was so paralyzed o/ oJ r . L ’^ at be had to be helped out Round trip holiday fares between POINTS IN SOUTHEAST VIA THE WEST POINT ROUTE. SALE December 17, UV :,. 20 ’ 21 * 22. 23, 24, 25 and 31, LMit Ja " uar y 1. 1914. RETURN Fol n nua 7 6 ' 1914 ' cai| 0n ,n f° r mation write to, or r J. P. BILLUPS, F D VH0Mp r S0N aSSen9er ASent ' S r ' C * , Pass ' n 9er Agent. ATLANTA, GA. Advt. Should the inkpot be accidentally upset on tablecloth or carpet, pour a little cold water over it at once. Tin- ink will float on the water, and when cloth or carpet is rubbed dry no stain will show. In wet weather clean the windows with chamois leather In the usual .way, then sprinkle a little flour on the pollshintr duster. The result will be an easy and brilliant polish. Used in water as a daily aargle, 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: "Your coachman says he can t come back In three hours, sir, because he's got another fare for then. sir. Exit Boreleigh. “So vou don't object to late call- ers?” gratefully responded Boreleigh, who had been delayed. • “No,” she replied. "Its the^late leavers who nnnoy me ‘ CASTOR IA for Infanta and Children, The Kind You Have Always Bought AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Novelized by) Bears the Signature of (From th* 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 hook that would tell him the sari 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 his face. In hor ror he voiced his 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 toils of destruction. Then he straightened up like the sol dier he was. , "No, by Jove! I can t look a! any let- that i - I el*s She killed Flagg to try to gei it- h»s hand on her throat, poor little lady!” And then Captain I>awrence 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 is 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 Lawrence Holbrpok—yes. sir, same. You promised Mr. Graham this afternoon to publish a denial of the engagement of his daughter, Miss Aline Graham, to me. WELD, NEVER MIND THE DE NIAL- that’s it, exactly—let the matter go as it lays. Yes, sir, this is Hol brook, himself. Exactly PREMA TURE BUT QUITE RIGHT, and I’m sorry to have troubled you at all. sir.’* Those black brews 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 hhn and the girl ha loved supremely, in spite of all the evidence against her. • When A line’s father had objected to Holhrook because they knew so little of his past, the girl had championed him with the warmth of love and the knowledge of her own bitter memories: j "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 Alina’s 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 ydu—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 1L 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 be judged by his friendships, he must rank high But the rnan would soon prove what were his 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 111, 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—I 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 fidential nature." He picked up his own cup. "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 r can't risk THAT to-night. But help yourself —I’m no fanatic.” "But I am not drinking at such an hour—or when 1 have been called pro- fessionall> ” Then gravely he added: “What can I do for you, Captain?" "Judson Flagg, the divorce lawyer— the blackmailer of women—and helpless girls- has Just ’’ His 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 bad Just answered ■ To Be Continued To-morrow. AH TlAT, Mother, is a diplomat? I W read so much of them these V V 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? I'atlence. Little One. is that senti ment whic h so soon ceases to be a vir tue when displayed toward the faultH of thf.se you dislike. It is also the best investment a married woman can make. Are ail. Mother, who talk about oth ers to be rlaese*l 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 th< popular thing never to condemn the gossip till one has heard all he has to tell When his 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?" 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