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® The Truth, Children Dear, is That Santa Ciaus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint Is a H oman ® ® -d, IT THE FAMILY CUPBOARD Adapted from the Big Broadway Succeaa By Owen Davit (Novelized byl (From Owen Davis’ play now being pre sented at the Playln use. New \ <»rk, by William A Brad} Copyright, 1913, by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTAI.i,MEXT “Please! Don’t let tne hurt you! Let me be gentle, but 1 can’t stay. I can t bear any more" He loosened her clinging arms "t- rowfully almost, as one impelled by a force too great for himself. lie held her hands in his cold ones for a mo ment and looked at her iri pi! “There, dear there. Forgive me!" He half led. half carried her to a chair and placed her in it as if she had been a. helpless child \nd, indeed, L.mily Nelson was almost helpless now Half fainting—sobbing -collapse imminent, she fell away from his arms She had fought for ihe life of her first born nnn lost. • voice was tender tow 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 lie see the father, who had given him life the father he had estranged past all for giveness. His father would never Know how the blow on his cheek had seared its 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! t'H AKbl K ‘' 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 prides breaking the man slu- must always love now. Relentlessly Kenneth went his self- appointed wa> —to the blood atonement. He could not face life and the long days and hours. Death was but one moment- and then- oblivion. He stumbled to the door—wrenched j It open—and there In the portal stood Charles Nelson. “Charlie!" cried the mother Then i nature exacted her dues of outworn j nerves anil aching heart Quicklj so] that the two men brought face to late 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. “1 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- blad forward into his father’s welcome embrace. He had found his refuge. And the family skeleton slunk from the room abashed, defeated b> the deathless power of forgiving love. In a sordid Bohemian hotel there w'as 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 fait strangely well assured Sunset—and sunrise' For in Kenneth Nation's room a boy was kneeling at bis 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. ,-i ,<t Beauty A DELIGHTFULLY DIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Coses. Do You Know- 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 Yoraka* that dear, elusivcly dainty little French actress formerly of the Theatre Sarah Bernhardt. Paris, who j seems to be well versed In the sub- j Jeot, 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 j thing In the world for a girl to know' \ about. Far more important than an\ . beauty hints, they are of secondary j importance. What Is It’.’ The secret | ol understanding a man “O, inon Dieu. these men,” said j Mme. Yorska. who at present is ar tistic director of the French Drama j Society of New York, clasping her hands and leaning forward from the big couch where she was curled up among tlie cushions. "They are like ; children; they come tQ us all flushed i w ith health and the joy of living, and ofien they have not an Idea in their i heads Hut do they enjoy life any the j less ’ Ah. no, and why? Because they are unconscious of the fact. And we Women. Do w e In our funny su perior way look at them askance? Ah, no; we laugh \er\ humanly, and long quite shamelessly to pet them ns we would a good child or a favor ite Newfoundland dog. >«>T llli KII I I T. “You must not mind any feeling of ennui, remember, as jou funny Eng lish put it; it is all in a good cause These clever men, they are so funnj they get drunk on their genius if the: have any, but they are no match fo the clever woman. She knows intui tlvely that even if he is clever mos of his manner is a pose. “A poseur is very uninteresting, al the time thinking of himself and hi charm. But there is no man who i too clever to lose his hand to a womaj If she has learned how to play he best card. She must appear Indlffer ent to him at first, and gradually al low him to arouse her interest. Pea Interest, or seeming interest, it is al the same. He w'ill be too absorbed ii himself to notice. And by and b when she finds that she must tea nergelf away, he will say to hi friends, “Such an interesting w'omai so much temperament, so sympathetic 1 must see her again.” Not a wor about the color of her eyes, or the straight lino 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 w hen he is willing to play the game so fairly. ••Rut bo careful lent 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 ma’i is too straightforward, too A Charmingly Unique Short Story, Complete. yi The Power of Persuasion •£ I N a corner of one of the most quiet Most likely he was thinking of noth- streets in Sevastopol in the burn-ling at ail, for why should a Tartar jug sun sat an orange -rile a [think when his w hole world of thought Tartar, motionless and half a- cep. In % limited to half dozen commonplace f out of him stood a flat basket half ideas.’ This is permitted; that is for- mied with bic or*n*. *>“*•». Th ‘ ?' ar L*: :? ,; " nrd tn laae things as he finds them Everybody else was half dead with So ]a7y haU be ffr0wn that lie did heat, but the Tartar felt nothing. ‘not even (-are to hum to himself the W li.it was lie th.nkinjt. as lie sat beautiful Tartar tune which the Tar- boy play there with his basket of oranges, worth, perhaps, one rouble and a half. the Tartar said o be something, and some are you drink tar boy plays on his flute Sundays, as he saunters along the aisles of the bazaar r the wake of the fat. opu lent wholesale dealer in fruit, who balks 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 liis oranges and feeling so com fortable that he did not even want to raise his head to look at the elegaut 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 staied down into the bas ket wit.ii his dull eves. Then with some exertion he asked “Do you sell oranges? ’ “Certainly. ” drawled the Tartar as lie raised his eyebrow's lazily. Do you want some?” "Are you a Tartar? “Of course T am,” good naturedly. NO A ODK \ "A man has got t Some are Tartars Greeks.” “Yes—and. say, do vodka?" "No. we do not drink It is for bidden.” “Why, in Heaven's 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 piace 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 ebout. A man -docs 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. 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 man is that drunk, he has nothing more. No answer occurred to him. At last he said- “But the man's boss will say to! him: 'We don't want a drunken j monkey like you. Get out!’” "A man should drink intelligently j and not let himself be caught by his J boss.” "A man should not drink at all. j Everybody knows that vodka has a| bitter taste” “Nonsense! If you don't like the | bitter, drink something sweet.” ‘‘But why should I drink when ij don't feel like drinking at all?" A very impressive argument, but I the champion of drink did not give in. "How is it possible not to feel like 1 drinking? Besides, a Russian drinks even if he does not fee} like it. At flJst it seems a little hard but you soon get used to : t. r>;d you ever read any statSstl—statistics?” "Now. what is that?” ' Well if you had you would know' that according to stast—statistics every man in Russia drinks a life and a half pf 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 p l!ar and gazed at the limpid blue water of the bay. He was thinking. “That Tartar is a sensible fellow,” he muttered to himself. “He is right, \ odka ;s no good. He says it ruins your health and robs „you of j our money and your job. I know’ what I am going to do. I arr 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 trous 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.” Ho jumped up, picked up his j basket, walked quickly down tow- | ards the harbor and entered the inn “The Jolly Tars.” I p=to=Date Jokes honorable to engage in a game ol 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 lie is very funny, he is too egotistical, and it is often a \ cry good plan to give him | that anybody can steal.” some very rude awakening it de- t vclops his manhood and in the hand* I MORE ARGl MEAT. °r a very clever woman any latent | •■perhaps! But then they may steal possibilities can easily he 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.” “Perhaps! his shoes.” • And what docs that matter, when it is as hot as to-day? it will only make you feel cooler.” The Tartar was in a dilemma once “I haven’t seen Hemmandshaw for a w eek.” “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 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, arter all.” Bill—“How?” “Remember that dog 1 stole?” “Y es." "Well, I tried two hull days to sell ’im, an’ no one offered more'n five dolla-s: so T went, like a honest man, an’ guv him to th’ ole lady what owned 'im, and she guv me ten.” The safest railway line in the world ought to be the Illinois Central. No other railway certainly has carried Its precautions against accident Into such minute detail \ general order has just 1-een issued prohibiting drivers. firemen and conductors everyone, in fact, who is concerned with the actual running of the trains—from carrying on their watch faces pictures of sweethearts, wives or babies Such pictures, it is explained, are likely to distract the at tention of employees from their work Some suggestive experiments have been made on German warships with lighted projectiles, which it is thought may take the place of the electric searchlight. The projectile, which is filled with calcium carbide, is fired from a cannon and. since it is lighter than water, after striking it conns to the surface During its immersion water is automatically admitted and produces acetylene gas. which burns with an il lumination equal to that of .">.000 can dles A gorilla flew as a passenger in an aeroplane from Strasburg to Metz the other day The animal is the pet of a German military airman, who acted as pilot The ape at first refused to he tied into the machine, but submitted af ter some persuason. Through the flight he streamed and trembled, and when the machine landed he was so paralyzed from fright that he had to be helped out of the passenger’s seat. Household Suggestions Should the inkpot ho 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 sta.n will show. In wet weather clean the windows with chamois leather in the usual way, then sprinkle a little flour on the polishinv duster. The result *viil be nn easy and brilliant polish. I'sed in water as a dailv gargl \ borax keeps the throat healthy. I’sed in water for cleansing the teeth, it "disinfects" them and prevents their decaying. Oh, the Perils of Pretence! j Only last wenk that infatuated | pretender, Augustus Perkly. on en tering a ballroom said l»» the footman I in a loud, peremptory tone of voice: "Please tell my coachman to bring tlie broughman back in three hours.” I The footman went, and two minutes later, as Perkly was standing up to dance with Miss Blond, he returned to sa>, in a voice audible throughout the room: "Your coachman says he can’t come back in three hours, sir, because he's g<q another fare for then, sir." Al r i BA' ( A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers A Charming Evening Golfon Kullv Described bv Olivette. S IMPLE dinner dress in vervaine brocaded charnieuse. Vervaine is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new season. The richness of color and 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 itt 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. m Tabloid Tales a diplomat? 1 I of them these (Novelized by> tFrom borough. Thirt> -tun Serial rig! George Scar- being presented at the . < t Thee.ter. New York, held end copyrighted by Service.) Exit Boreleigh. ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY FARES BETWEEN POINTS IN SOUTHEAST VIA THE WEST POINT ROUTE TICKETS ON SALE December 17, ‘ 18. 19, 20. 21 22. 23. 24, 25 and 31. | 1913, also January 1, 1914. RETURN, LIMIT January 6. 1914. For all information write to. or j p billups. : The Kind You Hava Aivsws Bought General Passenger Agent. I ^ F M. THOMPSON. , r • 1C *— District Passenqe Ag#l ATLANT A. GA. Ad /t. Signature cl y)'* / & International New TO DAY S INSTALLMENT. Hr found the little red morocco book —the book that would tell him the sad reason whv tin* girl be loved the girl whose fyes said. "1 lo\ e 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 band ac.i 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, lie voiced his , -11 in one word—-“Aline!” CASTOR! A lor Infan’s and Children Would he voice kmwledge such from tlie hell- »rld's own pur-- i all alike— W ould he say ve Aline to her 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 ver\ atoms. And then he raised a transfigured face and said his « reed w ith the devotion of a wstshiper at some pure altar: NO* SHF IS A GOOD WOMAN— OK i XF.VKR MET ONE! “Tea is here. Captain.'' spoke Bar neys precise voice. Holbrook started. "Four me a cup and let it cool a little." "Cream. Captain?" "No cream, and no sugar. Just tea.” "Vis. sir.* The Captain thrust his hands again through their accustomed piace 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 hook. The phone was again in demand. "Hello—hello! Give me Main 724— Barne>? clean up that mess l made on the hearth ami pul the pan and the red lamp away." "Yis. sir." "Hello—724 ? Your night editor, please! Hello night editor.’ This is Captain Lawrence Holbrook \ es. 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 exactly lot i« matter I g«> as it la\s Yes. s r. this is Hol brook. himself. Exactly PREMA- ! Ti K. BI T Ql lTl. RIGHT, and I'm sorry to have troubled you at al!. si’-." Tim- i'’a« k or. \vs had lif'.rd al ti • . ornc’ s t“ their •ui EZ . al triangle - aud I th** bit <•; ;1 brogue had deepened as jit :»!wn>s<hd in moments of dot'-rmina- i u « vcitciucnt "V ,i'iM i n 1 -* * T. c \ * * 11 s be devilment of the powers that were soon to close in on hint and the girl he loved supremely, in spite of all the evidence against her. When Aline 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: I "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 j 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. cLBRODK walked over and lifted the spring lock. Th* "sick man" smiled. "Ah. doctor, thank you e prompt.” ■ man w htf entered was a slender, haired, keen-eyed man of fori> with all a boy's inquiring interest Bin Franc friendships, he must 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 th« 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. "1 know—1 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—l 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 1 have been called pro fessional!}. ' Then grave’y he added: “What can I do for you, Captain?” “ ludson Flagg, the divorce lawyer-- the blackmailer of women—and helpless girls—has just liis tense voice broke and stopped suddenly as Barne> entered. “Go to your room. Barney, until l call you." “Vis. sir.' “Barney ." queried the doctor, w im an amused smile at the serious Oriental, who s’ ergo-.ed r.o w ■■t of Irish ease W iAT, Mother, ii read so much days. j A diplomat. My Child, is one whose j manners are so highly polished that he J can call another man a liar and the j other man will never know it. Why. Mother, is Christmas time called “the holidays?” Because, My Child, ir is that season of the year when every one is worked almost to death. FRANCES L. GARSIDE. What, Mother. Hence? Patience. Little One. is that senti- j ment which so soon ceases to be a vir- j tue when displayed toward'the faults! of those you dislike. It is also the best j investment a married woman can make. , Are all, Mother, who talk about oth- j 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- j sip? There is nothing inure 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 liis talk is exhausted, it is ! then quite noble for his listeners to j ■ 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 the.\ see other boys slight, abuse and disown ‘heir parents, prevents them from giving tlieir own boys awa\ W hat. 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 To Be Continued Tc - merrew. A KODAK. < >f all t he ’ timely gifts, the thing F wil ' appeal to every bn of 1 h e f amilv and make (’liristm;! s ITU •mojable .Jo - L. 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