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© © The Truth, Children Dear, Is Thai Santa Claus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint Is a Woman © © Vv 'ir»/7=5J W /iir A A -C- the family CUPBOARD , nte d from the Big Broadway Succesa By Owen Davis. [Novelized byl , ,, vpn navis' play now being pre- . the Playhouse, New York, by \ Bradv. -Copyright. 1913, by nal News Service.) WIT lnternatio T0 .DAY’S INSTALLMENT Please Don't let me hurt you! Let ., e gentle, but I can't stay. I can't bear any more.” H, „osened her clinging arms—sor- . , wf i; almost, as one impelled by a great for himself. He held h r band? in his cold ones for a mo- ked at her in pity. The r«. dear- there. Forgive me!" He half led. half carried her to a chair and placed her In it as if she had heen , helpless child. Arid, indeed, Emily VflBon was almost helpless now. Half 'aiming sobbing—collapse imminent, f p<, fell away from his arms She had fought for the life of her first born— and lost ( "God bless you, mother.” The boy s TntCP was tender now. He was speak ing his farewell—his final farewell. After all he had once loved his beautiful young mother—and he would never see her again And never again would he see the father, who had given him life— she father he had estranged past all for- gtveness His father would never know how the blow on his cheek had seared ts red path of torture into the heart of the son who had struck him. "God bless you, mother—and good bye* ’ With one last scourging of her will 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 had loved-her boy’s 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. He could not faoe life and the long days and hoars Death was but one moment—and then—oblivion. He stumbled to tfle door—wrenched it open—and there In the portal stood ChaHes Nelson. "Charlie’” cried the mother Then nature exacted her dues of outworn nerves and aching heart. Quickly so 'hat 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. Tie opened his arms. Kenneth stum bled forward into his father’s welcome embrace. He had found his refuge. * * * /nd 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 hlg father’s feet, while a man and wo man came again into the?r kingdom— the Kingdom of Love. And perhaps one day Kenneth would find his King dom, too, in the rose-garden of Mary’s love THE END. Do Y ou Know- & Beauty S A DELIGHTFULLY DIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA A Charmingly Unique Short Story, Complete. S> The Power of' Persuasion *£ A Charming Evening Gotten 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 his basket of oranges, worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half. i 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 ~U' « V v v*'\ '•». 0. Bgis jw’i. 00$ m* Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Poses. By MAUDE MILLER. W HAT is 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, 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 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 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 we would a good child or a favor- lte Newfoundland dog. NOT difficult. “You must not mind any feeling of ennui, remember, as you funny Eng lish put it; it is all in a good cause. These clever men, they are so funny they get drunk on their gocnius 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 arouse her interest. Real Interest, or seeming interest, it is all the same. He will be too absorbed In himself to notice. And by and by when she finds that she must tear herself away, he will . say %o his friends, "Such an interesting woman, so much temperament, so sympathetic, I must see her again.” Not a word r 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 does not care for beauty. Not at all, but a clever woman 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 be 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 that 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. 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 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 1 have given you all, what you say, good advice." 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 ket with his dull eyes Then with some exertion he asked "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 be something Some are Tartars and some are Greeks ” "Yes—and say, do you drink vodka?" “No, we do not drink It is for bidden." • "Why, in Heavens name, is that forbidden." asked the passer-by. “Does vodka do you harm?” “Yes. It is written in our law that we must not drink. It is a great sin.” "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 eays 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: "W^hen 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 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 they steal anything from him, you fool of a Tartar? When a mon is that drunk, he has nothing left that anybody can steal." MORK ARGUMENT. "Perhaps! But then they may steal his shoes" "And what does that matter, when It is as hot 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 man'll boas will say to him *W« don’t want a drunken monkey like you. Get out!’" "A man should drink Intelligently and not let himself be caught by hla 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 I 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 soon get used to It. Did you ever read any statlati—statistics? ’ "Now. what is that?" "Well if you had you would know that according to stast—statistics every man h\ 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 his 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 gazed at the limpid blue water of the bay. He was thinking "That Tartar la a sensible fellow," he muttered to himself "He Is right. \ odka is no good. He says 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. * j • • • The man was barely out of sight 1 when the Tartar began to feel an ; unpleasant sensation. He nodded his head repeatedly, smacked his tongue and tugged at his full troue ers. Then he said to himself: "What that man said was true. He is quite right. If I drink and like it, It is nobody else’s business.” Ha Jumped up. picked up his basket, walked quickly down tow ards the harbor and entered the inn "The Jolly Tars.” Up=to»Date Jokes “I haven’t seen Hemmandshaw fer a week " "No; he hasn’t been out of the house since his accident." "Wa a he seriously injured?" "No; but he feels the disgrace deeply." “Disgrace?” "Yes. After living in the heart of the City' all his life, he went to the country one day last week and wa* 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 ts Just as well ofT with out his servloes. When a man talks of hiding h1s light under a bushel, I usually think that a thimble would answer the purpose Just as well” • • • Jim—"Honesty Is ths best policy, arter all.’’ Bill—“How?" "Remember that dog I stole?" “Yes." "Well, I tried two hull day* to sell ’lm. 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 vervain© brocaded charmetise. Vervaine is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new season. The richness of color nnd the 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 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 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 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, t.he 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 world p ugbt to be the Illinois Central. No other railway certainly has carried its precautions against accident into such Pilnute detail. A general order has just oeen issued prohibiting drivers, firemen and conductors—everyone, in fact who "concerned with the actual running of A raina —from carrying on their *atchfaces pictures of sweethearts, « i 4 or babies Such pictures, it is pxplained, are likely to distract the at- entlon of employees from their work. Some suggestive experiments have Jjn made on German warships with gnted projectiles, which it is thought •nu take the place of the electric The projectile, which is . w bn calcium carbide, is fired from cannon and. since it is lighter than after striking it comes to the a,,, r . during its immersion water is automatically admitted and produces Jtylene gas. which burns with an il- mination equal to that of 3,000 can- oies. S( A f nrilla flew as a passenger in an , ’ f r,, »n Strasburg to Metz the The a nimal is the pet of a nil, , nan ... 1 !t ary airman, who acted as }L . , ‘ ne ape at first refused to be .'r 0 n ‘ ' " machine, but submitted af- jj r-ersustson. Through the flight p. :‘ rt ’'and trembled, and when frnrrw!. ! ne Janded he was so paralyzed 0 f tK : r L ' ' Tha t he had to be helped out 01 the passenger’s seat. I. Household Suggestions Round trip holiday fares between POINTS IN SOUTHEAST * VIA the west point ROUTE. 1 8 Ti ^ K pn" S o, 0f i- SALE Decemb ei' 17, 1913 ,l. ’, Z1, 221 23 ' 24 ' 25 and 31, Limit I Januar y 1, 1914. RETURN For J f nuar 7 6 - 1?14. c«i| 0n a ' n f° p mation write to, or r J. P. BILLUPS, THOMP80N ,H,B9er A9 * nt ' s,r ' c ’ Agent. ATLANTA, GA. Advt. 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 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 pollshine duster. The result will be an easy and brilliant polish. Used In water as a daily gargle, borax keeps the throat healthy. Used in water tor 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 Perklv 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 you don’t object to late call ers?” gratefully responded Boreleigh, who had been delayed. “No,” she replied, ‘‘it’s the late leavers who anno me. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers © © Tabloid Tales ® © Bears the Signature of (Novelized by> (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 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 ail- 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, hv Jove! I can’t look at any let ter that is hers. She killed Flagg to try to gei it. bis hand on her throat, poor little lady! And then Captain lawrencfl 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 littlf.” "Cream, Captain?" "No epeam, 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 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—flet 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 brows had lifted at the corners to their quizzical triangle and the bit of a brogue had deepened as ii always did in moments of determina tion. excitement or. Just mischievous be devilment of th^ powers that were soon to close In on him and the girl he loved supremely, In spite of all the evidence against her. When Allne's father had objected to Holbrook 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: ] “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 Allne’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 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-halred, 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' 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 friendship*, he most rank high But the man would soon prove what were his real companions -his thoughts The doctor smiled his gentle, kindly smile—the smile that Always won ths hearts of the little lame lads whose poor legs he knew well how to straighten. "You ill, Ijfirry?” “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 h® 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 I am not drinking at such an hour—or when I have been called pro fessionally ” Then gravely he added: "What can I do for you, Captain?” “Judson Flagg, the divorce• lawyer— the blackmailer of women—and helpless girls—has Juat ” 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 case or the brogue-tipped name to which he had just answered To Be Continued To morrow. w I AT, Mother, Is a diplomat? 1 read so much of them these days A diplomat, My Child, is one whose manners are so highly polished that he can call 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 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 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?" 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 ail the timely gifts, the very thing. It will appeal to every mem ber of the family and make this Christmas memorable. John J.. Moore A Sons have them from $1 to SI00. !Let them show you. 42 North Broad 8 * reet.—Advt. 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