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TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
**Tt 1* very hitman, my child T car
►rarrely advlsa you to do lass ’’
Rut despair overwhelmed tha girl
• ratn in Its noleome black mist
"N’o, 1t la all hnpeleaa hopeleas
Wka.t'a hopaleaa?” asked tha Cap
tain. ohawrfly Ha toeaed tha word away
from har and hlmsalf «• If It ravar
had existed.
”My name! Tha man has my name
written In a r*d morocco book. You
•ae I am oought tn tha ton*’’
"I hara that alao. and a bo* of black-,
mailing letter* Hera they are Find
tha one that belongs to you. .Aline
Tha girl looked up at him as If ha
were a worker of beautiful magic
Tbrm,gh tha chill of all har fears aha
felt the enveloping strength of a tan
tiemes* greater than she had dreamed
a man could offer avan to a apotlees
woman, and now It was being given
freely to her!
Hit simple nobility nerved har to bar
final revelation. In meeting auch a
man aa he ahe muat be fair—fair to
him at any coat. If ha were to be her
champion In all her nightmare of hor
rors. ha muat know all.
Khe spoke very' quietly row Her
transcendental moment had come Per
fect leva must be mat with perfect
A Thrilling Story of
Society Blackmailers
“What danger**' laughed tha man who
had learned well hi* lesson of laugh*
ing In the face nf danger "I waa a
mile away at the time and every
hour they waste over me an hour’s difst
mercifully and justly settle* over your
dear footprints
Then ha turned to Father Shannon
—his aide
Now go while we have tha chance M
‘ Vou re the bravest and most wonder
ful man I ever knew," said Alina, In
an a we-struck tone
I^rry laughed off his compliment
with tha same easy grace he held In
fee for Madams Danger.
"That's what I told her. Father, this
afternoon Now go, dear lady, while
there Is time
But tha time for going In peaoa had
passed.
A knock thudded on the heavy wal
nut door. Lika a bird that flutters
to Its neat In tha hour of etorm, Alina
fled to the shelter aha had thought
never to know—to tha refuge of har
Captaln’a arms.
HI* anna faat about her at laat In
the light of the perfect knowledge that
even If they were worlds apart hla lit
tle lady loved him, Holbrook stood
ready to challenge the world Itself for
his love.
"Oh, God bless them,' 1 h# cried 'T*et
them knock again!”
Holding him close In her arms ding
Ing to him while there was Indeed yet
time before the machinery of Justice
tore him from her, Aline raised her
great starry eyes to the man aha had
confessed her love for.
"They've come to arrest you," ahe
whispered
But their hearts sang !n unison and
faith Hhe took that little pink missive J quickening blood took up the melody
"Come what may—we love each other
Danger, disgrace, death—these can not '
separate us. We love WK LOVE."
The Police Again.
For the supreme moment of a> lifetime
Holbrook held his love In arms that
throbbed to enfold her, to hold her fast,
to draw her closer and closer -and so
defy the world. And then he knew
that he must protect what he loved
from the world and from his own wild
blood, too.
He raised his head high In the
triumph of sane, clean strength.
"Well, what is It?” he called
In the seconds between the knock and
the answer a world had swung In Ita
orbit.
"Dempster! I want to see you, l#ar
ry."
"All right, sir.”
In a moment Aline had been escorted,
j with all the fine chivalry Holbrook
j knew, to hi* own room- and the man
had brought himself from heaven back
to earth and a possible purgatory. Ht
walked over ami lifted his spring latch.
The door opened, and Thief Dempster,
1 of the 1’nited States Secret Service.
Very low and -,,let and controlled trad I ln Kut h . wa „ wlth
t.een her voice a» »h. held °m her won | hlm « urdon < j r , h .m, District At
torney and father of the girl who was
hidden In l^awrenca Holbrook's rooms
"Good evening. Robert Mr. Graham."
ihe story of those three daya, the
one story that a good woman would
fHthcr die than have to tell tha man
nhe loves from its hiding place ln the
bosom of her gown.
I have the one that balonga to me.
Will you read It?"
And so at last Aline Graham took
up her cross.
The length of the great table sepa
rated Aline from the man she loved
Bui the real barrier between them was
t wall of her own raising She had
built Jt six years before, when a ro
mantic and foolish schoolgirl had trust
ed her father too little and her lover
oo much and had fled to "three days
;■> a summer sea." And to-night Aline
held out to the man ahe dared not love
a little pink letter that would tell him
how vast the distance between them
She bowed her head and laid the paper
of revelation on the symbolic table that
ay between her and her forbidden love
Then she waited the verdict even as
she felt she must soon wait a greater
verdict a verdict from "twelve good
men and true" a verdict for or against
a woman who had taken human life.
letter the letter for which Flagg had
died and said. "Will you read it?’’
How He Knew
And now ln a deeper, stronger, more
controlled voice Holbrook replied: "Why
should I read It?"
’It will tell you why I waa there tn
Flagg's house. ' said the girl In deep
ening shame.
"Does Father Shannon know”" asked
the man
"Yes."
"Then you need speak no word to
torture 'yourself, my lady, for this in-
de* told me- a secret marriuge
The girl lifted her Had eyes to the
mystery of a great love. Even ln her
greatest hour of sorrow there was to
be a man whose love she could trust.
But Holbrook had not yet measured the
depths of her shame. She gasped for
a.r for breath, and from a throat In
which the sobs were choking their way
she gasped.
•Yes—a secret marriage—BUT not a
true one—Just a pretense—to fool a girl
that—that believed him.”
"PRETENSE” said Captain Hol
brook. And now there caine a change
in his smooth voice -a roughness a bit
ter tone
“A mockery arranged by a scoun
drel. said Father Shannon. This prieat
knew man nature Perhaps he won
dered if even a man a a great -aouled as
l*a.rry Holbrook could ever again look at
this girl with the same kindly gentle
ness in eyes that had seen the scarlet
letters on the book of her life
"Don’t—DON’T HATE ME— The
words tore themselves from the girl's
spent heart and forced their way paid
sob-racked throat and trembling lips.
Captain Lawrence Holbrook, defender
of lost causes, leaned across the barrier
table that divided them and spoke' to
the woman he had chosen for a »u-
preme love.
"Hate you—would I hate a bird with
a broken wing? Though perhaps I've
no right to aay It now—I tell you be
fore Father Shannon—I love you, dear."
And never a poet of hla own Irish Iale
had spoken words with a sweeter ring
of soft, true music.
“I'll find this man—whoever he la—
and bring him to your feet,' 1 went on
the soldier.
“I never want to aee him again,”
•wobed the girl
No Fear.
And it was primitive man—man tha
defender of his mate, who answered her
**I want ONE look at him But we’re
losing time. Father Shannon—if the> re
« on-line for me take Miss Graham
home, please
"It's so cowardly—so w**ak* so des
picable to hlda while you’re In danger.
I hate myself,” cried the girl.
CHENEY’S
EXPECTORANT
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said Father Shannon, with the kindly
ease the situation needed.
"What are you doing here?" demand
ed the Chief
The question, "Or come ye In peace,
or come je in war? was answered by
his militant tone
"Don’t answer him. Father.” said Hoi
brook, with quick decision "But won’t
you gentlemen sit down?"
Dempster wasted no time in declaring
himself.
"You took that plateholder from the
camera in Flagg’s room to-night." he
declared, belligerently but pleasantly
withal. He was so sure of Ills ground
so certain where his trail led—that
he could afford to smile on his quarry
There was a moment's pause. Than
the quarry decided where he must lead
his pursuers.
"1 did," he said, with cheerful im
pudence.
"You admit that?”
"Yes. sir.”
Playing a Part.
"Whore is it?”
1-arry nodded indifferently toward the
verj door beyond which lie had Just
led Aline.
“The plate-holder is ln my room "
Father Shannon started a bit what
ailed the lad, he thought was the strain
proving a bit too much? Else why the
madness of attracting attention toward
the very door behind whose portals
Aline was safe so long aa her presence
remained ungnesaed *
"Go get It!" commanded the Chief,
angrily.
Holbrook leaned against his high
mantel with supreme Indifference, and
gave his most careful attention to se
lecting ii cigarette from his case and
to lighting it straight and even at the
end
"Cigarettes, gentlemen?" he queried,
pleasantly. "No?" ln surprise ^ts the
attorney and the Chief refused Imps
tlentlj Taking one epicurean whiff,
1 *arry answered the Irate Chief
To Be Continued Monday.
The Speed of the Wind.
I'p to the present the greatest speed
of the wind has never been measured,
fox* the simple reason that no instru
ment has yet been Invented capable of
doing so
In 187S an anemometer on Mount
Washington registered 186 miles an
hour, which is the highest velocity on
record; and last November a Robin
son anemometer waa blown away, in
Jamaica, when registering 120 miles
per hour.
A tornado, however, blows far hard
er than that. At various times at
tempts have been made to estimate
the velocity of wind in a tornado by
observing its effect? For Instance,
in 1875 a board of pine wood was
blown against, and right through, a
telegraph pole, whilst during the
same storm another plank was driven
three inches Into the trunk of a tree
It was calculated that such effects
could only have been produced by a
force little less than that of a can
non ball—that is to say. the wind
must have been traveling at the rate
of between 600 and 800 miles an hour.
Two Cats ,*
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Bv NELL BRINKLEY
Two little members of the feline family both soft and fluffy, with
Velvet paws and a passion for being petted both baffling and bright
eyed—both the mildest of comrades for three hundred and sixty-four
days of the year and a scratcher on the three hundred and sixty-fifth.
Seeking a Husband
*
just Before Christmas
By CONSTANCE CLARKE.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
I HAVE met him. lie's a doctor and
I know he's the right one. prin-
cipally because he’s so different
from Dick.
The first time 1 looked at him 1
really didn’t see anything at all out
of the ordinary. In fact, lots of the
boys I know are better looking But
suddenly like a bolt from heaven (1
think that’s really a very good simile)
my feelings changed toward him and
1 realized what a dear he is.
And now for the way It happened
I had always been anxious tc see a
hospital, and 1 never seem to be ill
myself or have any friends that 1 can
go and visit Some aay I think I’ll
be a nurse, only 1 should hate to look
so much like everyone else Well,
to g(* on with my story, one day when
we were out in the machine we passed
the hospital Just as our doctor was
going In
Lucky thing. 1 though enviously, and
then 1 called out just In fun; "Take
me'"'
"Sure thing." he responded, "come
right along." and before mother knew
what was happening l was out of the
machine and flying up the stairs after
the doctor
Such a nice medicine smelling place,
ami so many nurses flying around and
one looking Just the same as another!
Suddenly someone came down the
stairs three at a time and I looked up
and realized that this someone was
being introduced to me as Dr Ham-
moml 1 looked at him rather indif
ferently. and wondered if all Internes
wore white He looked exactly like
the owner of the good ship Nancy Kell,
or something like that, but It was most
becoming to him
However, he didn’t pay much atten
tion to me. and 1 pricked up my ears
when 1 heard him say; "Yes. he’s all
ready for you: spent a pretty good
night Will you go right up?" Then
they both looked at me. and I laughed
I always laugh when I don’t know what
else to do
’'Peggy. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait
for m*» down here. said the doctor;
'‘something unexpected has happened,
and I’m needed upstairs ' Then there
was some more conversation between
the doctors, and then the doctor turned
to me again "But Dr Hammond will
show you around. B> tha' time I’ll
be ready to take you home ’
Dr Hammond did net seem at all
thrilled at the idea He was most In
different - or aha!’ I say professional?
- and i' was on the tip or my tongue
to refuse to go. but I did want to see
the hospital So w* started, and it
was such fun. I peeked into the wards,
and, ln fact, made myself so very fas-
cihating that 1 didn’t see how anyone
could be cold and distant, even a house
physician, who has lots to think about,
I suppose.
"I’ve always wanted to be a nurse,’’
I declared, rather at a loss for some
thing to aay.
"Oh, have you?" he said, curtly.
"Perhaps you have only been im
pressed with the picturesque side of
If. You know nurses work hard, and
their days are filled with waiting on
other people. Now you spend hours
nt a time, probably, with a good book
and a box of candy, or perhaps play
ing bridge.”
"That isn't so.” I returned, indig
nantly. furious that he though me one
of those idle society girls. 1 might have
remembered the hours I did spend in
Just that way. "Why, I’m busy tost
of the day myself, and I very seldom
eat candy.” That’s a l!e, because I
adore It.
"Indeed!" he rejoined. "What do you
do?”
I was dying to tell of all the things
1 w'as Interested in, but l decided that
it was none of his business anyway,
and 1 hated his air of polite Interest.
Bes?des, we had made quite a thor-
j ough tour of Inspection by now. and
I was tired of having the nurses make
remarks about my velvet tarn and stun-
| nlng sport coat. So I said coldly: "It
can t be of very much Interest to you.
anti I really mustn’t keep you any
longer. I can wait for the doctor right
here. Please don’t wait."
"Oh. but I want to wait; you haven’t
i told me anything about what you do.
I and 1 want to know very much You
see there are so few girls of to-day
who do anything if they don’t have
to ”
"Oh, but that isn’t so. really; you
muatn t think that way of us all’ Why.
there are plenty of worthwhile girls
In the world, and—and"—my voice
trailed off. for there stood the doctor
waiting to take me home, and I well.
I ^wasn't a b,t ready to go T don't
think Dr. Hammond was readv to have
me go. either, for he looked Just like
a big, cross boy.
As we walked out of the room the
doctor went on ahead, and Dr Ham
mond looked at me fer> closely. "To
be continued in our next.'* he said, quite
seriously. "When?”
"Why, any time. 1 answered, try
ing not to look surprised. And so he
Is coming down Wednesday, l put on
my sport coat this morning, and it
had such a dear funny medicine smell.
It must he great fun to be a nurse—
In some hospitals.
Advice to the Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CALL AT THE HOUSE.
nBAR MTBS FAIRFAX;
I am twenty and in love with a
jrlrl the same age, and would like
to call on her. but she lire* with
her aister, and keeps house for her,
and Is dependent on her sister and
brother and brother-in-law for her
support; and her slater refuses to
let her receive or meet gentlemen
friends What would you advise
me to do to meet her without do
ing so ln secret? L. 8. K.
1 AM pleased with your frankness; It
Indicates an honesty of purpoae
that should disarm the girl’s rela
tives Call and let your intentions be
known. Surely If you prove your-
leJf a worthy young man the sister
will not deny the girl her chance at
happiness
MAKE BOY FRIEND'S.
nEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
I am a young man of seven
teen, but look older and have older
habits. I am a decent fellow and
don’t go around with other lads. I
have tried hard to make girl
E'
friends, but seemingly luck u
agal nst me; I simply can't. Beln^
the only one In the family. r m
lonesome. . ANXIOUS
VFRT young man should have
friends among young men. if
they are nice, clean young men their
friendehip Is the best Investment he
can make. An additional reason l a
that through them a man may me.t
very nice glrla.
YOU MUST REFUSE.
| t-jEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
! ^ I am a young man tsaeoty
! years old. and am In love writh *
girl of twenty-flve. My parent* oV
lect. but I love her, and ahe waou
me to elope with her. and I
to you for advice, as I am
to get married. I„E
S HB la too old for yon. and
too young to marry were
j tha right ago. It Is pretty
question the motives of
j twenty-Hva who .urges a boy of
twenty to elope with her.
n anatom
,E ROT.
*t>0 of
THE MANICURE LADY
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
^ ^rr-4 HAT must be some book jou
i are rending,” aa!d the Head
Barber. "You ain’t took 11
away from your nose for an hour."
"It Is a fine story,” said the Mani
cure Lady. “All romance and ad
venture. Gee, George, I gueas I ain’t
never going to get past the age when
romance appeals to me. This story is
about a pirate chief that ha* got &
college education, but he la a bad
egg and has a Island In the South
Seas and a great launch and a crew
of hard men that he rules by fear.
A young girl and her mother are
shipwrecked on the island and he little church around the corner, but It
falls in love with her, but he sees^^ras not to be. and I don’t aupposa
that she is falling ln love with him, | neither one of them ever- got mar-
too. so he tells her he Is a pirate. ! rled. Oh, well, maybe they was Jusl
There ia a ship coming in the dif- as well off after all, the way matri-
tance. and he Is going to send her mony goes nowadays.”
and her mother away on that ship, *T suppose she done the right thing
back to her friends. He Is saying j going away,” said the Head Barber.
powerful and handsome, and wh«n he
talked to her his voice got soft and
tender, but both of them knew their
love wae hopeless, because she knew
that no lady could marry a pteata
and get away with it, and he waa toe
much of a gent to expect her tomewy
him with the kind of a rep he had.
So he kissed her good-bye, tha Ural
and last kiss he ever was to know of
hers, and her and her mother took
the ship and sailed away. It ends
awful sad. and that’s the only part
of the book I don’t llk£. If he could
have changed his profession o.nd been
a aviator or a chauffeur or some
thing. they could have went to tha
goodby to her. Listen. George;
•• ‘To-morrow that white line
“A pirate wouldn’t make no good
husband. Every time he went out
aurf will be thundering on the same anywhere she would have to be shiv-
ahore, casting up its spray and mak- j erlng at home and wondering if ha
Ing tiny rainbows, but you will not was going to get pinched before night
be here. The
breeze will sway the
palms to-morrow, rustling through
the green leaves with a touch as
gentle as a baby’s kiss, but you will
not hear it. The sun will shine down
and be sent up the river to the gray
walla.”
“That would be how she would feel,
I guess,” agreed the Manicure Lady.
“It’s bad enough for a woman to set
on my stronghold, searching every | at home expecting her husband to
dark nook and corner and revealing come home with a snifter or two
mv way of living this brief life, but ! aboard, but expecting him to oomi
y ... J -- =.111 s. „„„„ I home with a cop on either arm t«
you will be gone. You will be gone
and when you go the sweetness, too,
W H1 vanish. All ths goo^ that
has been cresplnr to the surface cf
•me since your arrival will be gone
when you are gone, and once more
I will be Jack Sasnders, bully and
buccaneer. Goodby, dream girl, good-
by-' “
'*1 suppose she felt kind of sad at
that," said the Head Barber.
“Sure she felt sad," said the Mani
cure Lady. "H* was very tall and
Uu and Down.
"I’m going to get married soon and
settle down,” remarked young Debl-
leigh
"All very well,” replied his tailor,
“but I'm far more interested ln learn
ing when you’re going to settle up!”
bid her bood-bye Is a lot that no lady
ought to share with the man ahe
loves. I wouldn’t marry no pirate
myself. I couldn’t have no church
wedding then, and I never oould sae
much class to getting max rled by one
of them Justices of the peace.”
Of Course.
"I didn't know Blogga waa
rled.”
"Oh, yea”
"Who’s his wife?**
"Mrs. Blogga.”
No Quack.
He entered the village chemist's.
“Say, have you anything that win
cure a cold?” he aaked.
"No. sir; X have not,' answered the
pill compiler.
“Give me yoar hand, for I hare at
last found an honest man."
“1
AM buying only sensible pres
ents this year*” said the wom
an who is the heroine in this
little tale, and then she went down
into her shopping bag for the money
to pay for a little tin man, who, when
wound up, worked a saw back and
forth Tor fully a quarter of a minute.
She bought this for Johnny Smi‘h,
and when she reached the next coun
ter she forgot she had w iped him otf
her list and that it was time to buy
for Aunt Eliza, and bought a top that
will spin three minutes. "That,” she
said, "is for Johnny Smith.”
She duplicated her gifts all day and
reached home that night with tin ex
press wagons for decrepit kin and
lounging robes for relatives who never
had time to lounge, anil manicure sets
where she had intended in ante-buy
ing wisdom to give carpet sweepers.
She had packed and wrapped
Christmas boxes all evening, and
when she ate supper the meat tasted
like the Merry Christmas stickers,
and she hated the plate because it
w r as white, and so 1s tissue paper, and
before she broke her bread she me
chanically tied a Christmas ribbon
around it.
After supper she rose with the baby
in her arms and went to her room and
put it to bed. Half an hour later her
husband walked in. a.nd found his
wife in a heavy sleep on the floor,
while on the bea lay a big bundle done
in white tissue paper, and wrapped in
red ribbon, with a bunch of holly on
top. A card attached read: A small
token of my love, with wishes for a
Merry Christ mas.”
But where was the baby" The hus
band searched the room for it. and
had about decided the neighbors had
borrowed it when the tissue paper
bundle stirred.
With a cry of fright he tore off the
red and green ribbons, unwrapped
yards of white tissue paper and found
the baby inside!
Its lips were fastened together with
Christmas stickers, and twigs of mis
tletoe were sticking from its ear?,
while more Merry Christmas stickers
pas;ed its eyes shut, and a Christmas
card was laid on its breast.
The mother didn’t intend to harm
her baby; don't think that for a mo
ment. ln a fit of worry and absent-
ininueduesf?, brought on by the distri
bution of thirty-seven presents which j
must go by mail in the morning, j
twenty-two that must be sent by ex
press not later than day after to-mor
row anil forty-four that must be
ready by Christmas morn, twenty-one
of which must yet be bought, three
were unflished, and eleven were yet :o
be begun, she had wrapped up her
baby, and pasted it with Merry
Christmas stickers, and had fallen
asleep while waiting for the express
wagon.
There is a warning in this little
tale: It is to the husbands, that they
watch their wives carefully, a.nd be
tender ami forgiving when they find
their breakfast eggs tied in ribbons,
and Merry Christmas stickers and
holly served as breakfast food, for it
is the season when no wvman with
the genuine Christmas spirit is ac
countable;
Rough On Samuel.
The screams W'hich were issuing
from the little house were heartrend
ing. It seemed as if a terrible trag
edy must be in progress and an anx
ious knot of people gathered in front
of the house and wondered w T hy
someone had not sufficient courage
to enter and rescue the victim.
At last an unconcerned youth came
out of the front door, whistling, and
one of the spectators buttonholed
him.
“What’s going on in your house?”
he asked. "What’s the meaning of
those fearful screams?”
“Eh?” said the youth. “Oh”—as a
marrow-freezing wail floated down
the-breeze—"oh. that Sammy! You
see, while he was playing in the pan
try this morning he knocked the jar
of black treacle off the shelf on to hi?
head, and now mother’s combing his
hair—that’s all!”
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Z?S&3lw Final Return Limit Jan. 18th, 1914.
NSwusjKIgiSEr Superior Service from NEW ORLEANS
Dally. Winter Tourist Rates to Many Texas
Points.
The Exposition Line=-1915=To California and Pacific Coast
The Snnset Limited=No Extra Fare—The Sunset Express
Oil-Burning Locomotives—No Soot, Dust or Cinders.
Call on us for information, literature and reservations.
P. BARTLETT, G. A.
D. L. GRIFFIN, C
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Atlanta, Ga.
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