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•3L • -. M niaEte © # The Truth, Children Dear, Is That Santa Claus Is an Imposter; the Real Christmas Saint Is a H oman # § MAGAZINE, THE FAMILY CUPBOARD .«t ,,*j Beauty ,** ,«e A DELIGHTFULLY DIFFERENT TALK WITH MME. YORSKA A Charminzly Unique Short Story, Complete. Adapted trom the Big Broadweyfiueceu By Owen Davit. !Novelized byl <Fmm Owen Davis' play new being pre- Rented at the Playhouse, New York, by William A Brady Copyright, 1913. by International Newt Service.) TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT "Please! Don’t let me hurt youl I*«t me he gentle, but T oan't stay I can't hear any more " He loosened her clinging arms -sor rowfully almost, as one impelled by a force too great for himself. He held her hands In his cold ones for a mo ment and looked at her in pity "There, dear -there Forgive me" He half led. half carried her to a chair and placed her in It aa if she had been a helpless child. And indeed, Emily Nelson was almost helpless now Half fainting sobbing collapse Imminent, she fell away from his arms. She had fought for the life of her first born— and lost "God bless you, mother " The boy’s voice was tender now. He was speak ing his farewell—his final farewell. After all he had once loved his beautlfyl young mother and he would never see her again And never again would he 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. "(Tod 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! THAR LIE!’’ “Charlie!” In the hour of death she called the name of the mail she had loved her boy’s father the man to whom she waa hound by fetters past pride’s breaking the man she must always love now I.* Yntlesslv Kenneth went his self- appointed way to the blood atonement lie . ould not fac e life and the long .!• and hours Death was but one mi.nunt 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 aon In h broken voice of mingled Joy and pain In his eyes was the dawning light of sanity of new day. ‘T have been waiting for a long time, Ken!" aaid 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 spartment nearby stooci Mary Burk waiting watting 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 thefr 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. Mme. Yorska in Two Charming Poses. Do You Know— By MAUDE MILLER. W HAT Is the secret and how do you tell? Oh. it iH an absorb ing topic, and a very difficult question to decide But Madame Yorska, that dear, eluslvely dainty little French aotresn formerly of the Theatre Sarah Bernhardt, Baris, who seems to be well versed in the sub ject, has whispered some very Im portant secrets whiuh will perhaps help those who are morn Inexperi enced Of course. It isn’t given everyone to have so many admirers And now for the soviet. The most Important thing in the world for a girl to know about. Far more Important than any beauty hints; they are of secondary I importance. What is It? The secret | of understanding a man. "O, mon Dieu, these m£n," said Mme Yorska. who at present is a> tlstlc director of the French Drama Society of New York, clasping her hands and leaning forward from the , big couch where she was curled up j 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. Ami we women. Do we In our funny s\i lish put it; It la 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 the clever woman. She knows intui tively that even If he Is clever of hts manner U a pose. "A poseur la very uninteresting, a the time thinking of himself and hi charm. But there Is no man who 1 too clever to lose his hand to a wornai if she has learned how to play h best card. She must appear lndlffer cut to him at first, and gradually al ; low r him to arouse her interest. R | Interest, or seeming Interest, it Is a ; the same. He will be too absorbed 1 j himself to notice. And by and when she finds that she must t herself away, he will say to h fi lends, "Such an interesting woman, so much temperament, so sympathetic. 1 mUBt see her again." Not a word about tlie 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 car© 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 perlor way look at them askance ’ w ith the kind man you need not play. Ah. no; we laugh very humanly, ami would hurt your heart to be any- long quite shamelessly to pet them ; thing but natural when he Is willing as we would a good child or a favor- play the game so fairly. It© Newfoundland dog ‘'But be careful lest you lose your NOT DIFFICULT. heart In a gamo.llke this, for it is the most dangerous kind to play, al- "You must not mind any .eellng of thouKh tt is generally true that the ennui, rsmsmber, a» you funny Enfc g.ind man is too straightforward, too A The Power of Persuasion I V 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 ;«sleep. In front of him stood a flat basket half fllled 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. Honorable to engage in a game or 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 it 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? Mercl, beaucoup. I have en joyed it much. 1 hope I have given you all, what you say, good advice." Most likely he was thinking of noth ing ;i t 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 tbe n.izaar in the 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 not even want to raise his head to look st 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 arid stared down Into the bas 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 ycyi want some?" “Are you a Tartar?" “Of course I am," the Tartar said good naturedly. NO VODK\ "A man has got to be something Some are Tartars ftnd some are Greeks ’’ “Yes—and, say, do you drink vodka?" "No, we do not drink Tt 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 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. Ts 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 shou’dn’t a person sing when he feels like it?" "If he sings well. I do inind. 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 ts a lie. When a man lias fallen like that, no one can rob him." "Why not? How can you sgy 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 Wt 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 wtll only make you feel cooler.’’ The Tartar was In a dilemma one* more No answer occurred to him. At last he aaid: "But the man's boss 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 his 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 I ! don’t feel like drinking at all?" A very Impressive argument, but the champion of drink did not give In How Is !t possible not to feel like . drinking? Besides, a Russian drinks I even if he does not feel like it At j first It seems a little hard but you • soon get used to It. Did you ever j read any statist!—statistics?" Now. what Is 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 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 gased at the limpid blue 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 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. • • • The man was barely out of sight when the Tartar began to feel an unpleasant sensation. He nodded hls head repeatedly, smacked his tongue and tugged at hls 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.’* He Jumped up, picked up hls basket, walked quickly down tow- i ards the harbor and entered the Inn I "The Jolly Tars." Up=to*Date Jokes "I haven’t seen Hemmandshaw for | a week.” “No; l^e hasn’t been out of the house i since hls accident." I "Was he seriously injured?” "No; but he feels the disgrace deeply.” "Disgrace?" “Yes. After living in the heart of the City all hls 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 hls light under a bushel, eh? Then perhaps the country is Just as well off with- i out his services. When a man talks | of hiding his light under a bushel, 1 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 I stole?" “Yes.” "Well, I tried two hull day 9 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 mo 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. A general order has Just born Issued prohibiting drivers, firemen and conductors everyone, in fact, who is concerned with the actual running of the trains from carrying on their watchfaces pictures of sweethearts, wives or babies Such pictures, tt 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 Hll* <1 with calcium carbide, is fired from a cannon and. since it is lighter than water, after striking it conies to the si a or During .ts immersion water is automatically admitted and produces acetylene gas which burns with aji 11- bunlnation equal to that of 3,000 can dles \ gorilla flew as a passenger in an • »-'>niune from Strasburg to Metz the • ther day. The animal ts the pet of a lerman military airman, who acted as l i t The ape at first refused to be <.,i! into the machine, but submitted af- t. r soph- penmason. Through the flight "vied and trembled, and when thr . hint landed he was so paralyzed Ir - > fright that he had to be helped out <'f tlit passenger’s seat Household Suggestions ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY FARES BETWEEN POINTS IN SOUTHEAST VIA THE WEST POINT ROUTE. 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 sin n will show. In wet weather clean the windows with chamois leather in the usual way, then sprinkle a little t flow on the pollahln» r 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 for cleansing the iceth. it "disinfects” them and prevents their decaying. Oh, the Perils of Pretence! j Only last week that infatuated j pretender. Augustus I’erkly, on en tering a ballroom said to the footman J in a loud, peremptory tone of voice: "Ulea.se tell my coachman to bring the broughrnan back in three hours." The footman went, and two minutes j later, as Uerkly waa 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, "IPs the late leavers who annoy me.” TICKETS ON SALE December 17, 18. 19, 20. 21. 22, 23. 24. 25 and 31. 1913, also January 1. 1914. RETURN j LIMIT January 6, 1914. For all information write to. or j j. p. billups. ! The find You Have A «a*$ Sought General Passenger Agent. | ^ F M. THOMPSON. Qi&trict Passenger Agent. ATLANTA, GA. CASTOR IA For Intan's and Children Dears the ' yf'" Advt. i Signature of (Novelized by> (From the play by George Scar borough. now Wing presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater. New York. Serai rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO DA Y ’S IXXTALLM ENT He found the little rod morocco book the hi ok that would tell hl/n the sad reason, whv 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 s< arch 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 at any let- tc» - that is rs. She killed Flagg to try to get it. ids hand on her throat, poor little lady!” 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 if 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.” "Yls, sir." • S The Captain thrust hls hands again through their accustomed place in the cuffs of hls shirt, he put on hls coat and slipped into its pockets the packet of letters and the tell-tale morocco book. The phone was again in demanof "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.” "Yls, sir.” "Hello 724“ Your night editor, please! Itello—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 hls 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 is Hol brook. himself. Exactly—PREMA TURE BUT QUITE RIGHT, and I’m sorry to have troubled you at all. sir.” Tl <*se bla *k hr< \*s 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 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: I "He is interesting, unusual, a traveler, a w’orld man. a real man; he Is genial and frank—no one can Interest me a*ny more, father, than my past—Interests him.’’ But Aline’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 hls 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 hls 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. H The Confession. 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. Aay-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 of 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 man 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 straight e>k "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—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 I can’t risk THAT to-night. But help yourself —I’m no fajiatic.” "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 Just ’’ Hls tense voice broke and stopped suddenly as Barney entered. "Go to your room. Barney, until I call you.’’ "Yls. 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, A Charming Evening Goltin Fullv Described hr Olivette. S IMPLE dinner dress in vervaine brocaded eharmsose. Vervain* is one of the glorious new purples brought forth by the new season. Tlje 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 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. Al r i BAY A Thnl!tag Story of Society Blackmailers \ Tabloid Tales TIAT, 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 call another man a liar and the other man will never know it. What. Mother, is meant by Pa tience? Patience, 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 cai Are all. Mother, who talk about otb 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, hut it is the popular thing never to condemn the gossip ti'l one lias hear*! ail 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 whoso breast it is inspired. Tn 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 hack 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 ever\ mem ber of the family and make this Christmas memorable John L. Moore & Sons have them from %\ to ■Let them show you. 42 North Broad : street.—Advt, Why. Mother, is Christmas time ©all*! "the holidays?" Because, My Child, It Is that season of the year when even' one is worked almost to deathr FRANCES L. OAR»lDF Cheap and Easily Made, But Ends a Cough Quickly How to Make the Very Best Cough Remedy at Home. Fully Guaranteed. 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