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TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
vs pisirlct Attorney 1 take your
captain Holbrook." said Gordon
-rah*"’- :,t last ' and he llttle « ue,sed
' J, was serving his daughter at
iriiiular moment.
M onk \ou," said the man on parole,
quietly.
Chief,” said Graham,
knoba, gentlemen," said Hoi-
brwik. as they tried the door. "It’s a
... a remember That’s it.
Good-right"
Stood quite still on bis hearth-
loment, listening to make
reatlnf footsteps.
.•The D>r(1 be praised!” ejaculated
Father Shannon plouBly.
Yes, praise Him. by all means—but
toe loudly—those walnut doors may
have ears.”
Holbrook listened for a final second
p< ’ ed the floor that led to
i.^i "Lns
Aline my dear,” he called.
Safr'” called the girl, in exquisite
relief.
Yes—I'm on parole.”
•You both look very serious—what
WB the girl, in surprise.
Alines Oath.
When a woman finds that, the enemy
ha? b^en forced to retreat she thinks
•
who are trained in battle—and who
know that retreat may mask an am-
do not decide the conflict.
"It is serious—you don't know how
serious.” said the Captain, in a tone
to match his words—then seeing the
f<, • draw over the girl's
brightened face, he determined to bring
g ; • b-: ' of relief again. “Surely it
Is Fer1ou6 why, nayther of us dares to
drink a drop of tho whisky!” he
laughed.
. girl smiled wanly.
Now listen, Aline, my dear— SWEAR
T > ME THAT YOI' Wild. REFUSE
TO TALK OF ANYTHING THAT'S
I • SNED TO-NIGHT UNLESS !
AM WITH YOU.”
t 0 whom mustn’t I taJk?”
"To any one—even to Father Shan-
When the man who loves her gives
a woman his first command, and she
»beys, she answers him as well as if
«he cried aloud, “J love you.” For
when an independent human soul takes
-tiers from another and there is no re-
lationshln of fear—of master to man
then the great ruling power that im
pels obedience is Love
Aline raised her eyes to the face of
the man to whom she had given her
heart, but to whom she could not give
herself
"I promise.”
"But take your oath—‘So help you
Jod!’ ” f
"You doubt her truth?" asked the
Father, gravely.
"No, Father, hut I want her to be
Rbl* to say that she in under a vow of
ilence.”
•Mine's eyes had not left her captain’s
(face There was a thrill of underlying
in being directed by him in her
Pour of great peril.
I "I swear 1 swear!" she said, in a
ponp that was a sacred promise.
1 "And now good-night.” The man’s
Voice deepened to the tone of life's ten-
derest music—an unselfish, protecting
^>ve "Remember, that I love you.
' 'ood-night, father, and remember that
you are taking with you the dearest
thing in all the world to me.”
The Police Return.
"Good-t>ight, my lad. 1 '
Good-night, and God bless you for a
true fj-iend. Good-night, my lady."
Holbrook’s hand was on the spring
lock—a moment more and he would
have lifted it—to open the door for
his honored guests—but there was the
thundering knock of authority on the
panels.
"Hello,’' called the Captain. The fa
ther led the terrified girl back to the
door behind which she had once before
hidden.
“Captain,” called the voice of Chief
Dempster. The enemy had made a
sortie.
‘‘Come in,” cried Larry easily, wait
ing for Father Shannon to regain his
position. “Oh, wait a minute—excuse
me—I'm always forgettin’ ih<ft spring
lock.”
He opened the door. Chief Dempster
and Robert Graham re-entered his
rooms. Their faces were cold, and
stern.
"Did ye forget something 0 '' queried
dauntless Larry, with an assumption of
ease he was far front feeling.
“There is a taxi waiting below," said
Dempster, sternly and accusingly, to
Father Shannon.
“Yes.''
“For you, the chauffeur says.''
“Yes -but you’re welcome to it." A
smile brushed across the Captain's face
—what an apt pupil in the art of
finesse was his friend the priesl!
“You came in it, .lames, the man told
me so- This was man to man- -and
Father Shannon was duly “James” to
the chief now.
“I did.”
"I'll phone for another—sit down, all
of you. said the Captain, as if suddenly
reminded of his duties as a host.
Chief Dempster chose to ignore this.
“The man says, with a woman."
“The chauffeur says that?’’ The fa
ther would do his Best for the lad and
Ias8 he loved—but the church could not
take upon itself the black sin of an out
right lie—and the father felt helpless in
the net now. .
“Yes—the chauffeur says that!”
Holbrook had crossed over to his great |
Russian chair—he was leaning forward \
across Its back, now quite relaxed—per
fectly at ease- or, so he must look to
any observer—but in the second when
the other man had been observing Fa
ther Shannon and not Captain Hol
brook. a sly, thoughtful expression had
crossed his face that was now so bland
and childlike in its engaging honesty.
There were still a few cards left in his
pack—he would play them one at a time
for his queen.
“What’s the use of further deception.
Mr. Graham!'' exclaimed Holbrook in a
tone of determination to confess a mat
ter and get it over with.
The three men turned to him with as
tonishment in various terms writ large
on their faces. What would he tell?
How far was he prepared to go?
“Well?" queried Graham, Impatiently.
“That item about my engagement to
your daughter was inserted by the so
ciety editress- a 'lady,' as you've just
said, chief -she says 'twas Flagg—the
dead man round the corner—that told
her—my call on the man related to
that* ”
All the kisses that all the vagabonds
of all the ages have put on the “Blar
ney stone" lifted Captain Holbrook’s
lipg in a smile of engaging candor—and
in a simple little tone of emphasis he
told the truth as best calculated to de
ceive.
“I won’t say that any lady came here
with Father Shannon—and I won’t say
she didn’t. But I do say that if that
lady WAS with FTim—she left before you
came, and that she’s sorry enough for
her part in the matter."
To Be Continued To-morrow.
r
S The Manicure Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
4 4npHAT word ‘wise’ Is a funny
word, ain’t it, George?" said
the Manicure Lady. “There
was two gents in here this morning
to have their nails did, and both of
them was wise, only in different
w *>'s. The first gent that came in
Was a middle-aged fellow from a
8ma ^ town. He told me frank
enough that he didn’t have the habit
°f fitting manicured, and he said the
on, y reason he came in was because
hM three or four hangnails and
ad heard somewhere that a manl-
Ur? could fix hangnails fine. He was
,wfuI nJ ce and gentlemanly to me,
lnd told me that he liked it In the
fma11 tow n better than In the city.
H* said that he was a merchant in
ikr small town and was doing sc
w*l! that he wouldn’t care to move
into a chy where everything was new
strange. He wasn’t dreased very
* w ell, as far aa style goes, and he
didn’t have no flip talk, but I could
*** ***** be had lots of brains, and I
knew he waa a man.”
I noticed him when he went oat,
* a; d the Head Barber. “He didn't
rive you no tip, though.”
* didn’t want no tip from him,"
°"lared the Manicure Lady. "Let
fresh guys tip me, as long tu
1 T have the habit. He probably
never lived where folks give tips, or
! '~ w ould have tipped me as liberal
ie anybody. And now 1 want to tel
j'' UJ a bout the other kind of a wise
py that was in.
young tellow tells me before
J in the chair a minute that he
v Ue fish. He thought he was so
at he was all the time saying,
1 °u follow me?’ I couldn’t have
In his cheap chatter If I
•n ten times as stupid as I am,
‘ i ain t. Yes, he says he is a
Rsh, or a wise owl, I forgot
“• .said, but anyhow wise all
if there is anything that
r°dy ever put over on me,’ he
1 want somebody to walk up
“ J 'ell me. I am good and hep to
jperyth'ng,’ he says.
Jli,t when the nice middle-aged
■ ow was going out this young wart
l0T, * ! :n. The middle-aged man asked
'• ir »g fellow which way to go to
of scales, and the young
* Way dfia'i >©u go down
to the Aquarium and ask a risk?*
That made me kind of tired, so I
tells the middle-aged gent where
there is a big hardware store, and
after he had went I gave young
sporty a swift call for getting fresh j
with his elders I talked to him :
until I had desausted all my el©*r»"ca.
and it didn’t do no good. He Just I
kept grinning that wise grin of his
at me and winking his right eye. He
sure did give that wink a merry 1
game. “They’ve got to get up earlj i
in the a. m. when they put one over
on me, Ambrose the live one,’ he says
to me. ‘Maybe I might have let one
go over my head once, but if I eve;
did I must have been when I Just got
up and was rubbing my eyes.’ he says.
He pulled three of the latest stag*
jokes, gave me a imitation of himself
imitating George Cohan, and pulled
a lot of flash conversation, all during
the ,time I was hurrying mad,* to
get his nails did and get him out of
the shop.
“That is the kind of wise guys that
our big city is getting choked up
with, George When they know
enough slang to keep everybody
guessing about what they are talking
about they think they are deep. They
ai.Vt any deeper than a saucer, and
nobody ever got drowned in a saucer.
If you ever want to get in dutch with
me, George, Just come around some
morning and tell me that you are a
wise fish.”
He Was Careful.
Little Tommy was bringing In the
new kittens to show the visitor. He
brought the first two Into the room,
carrying them painstakingly by the
tails, while they howled and spit with
vigor.
■Oh, Tommy!’’ exclaimed the visi
tor, “you mustn’t hurt the poor little
thing*-" _ „ _
,\o madam, I won’t.’ Tommy re
plied. "I'm carrying them by the
stems.”
A Boon Indeed.
•At last," exclaimed the long-haired
inventor, "I have evolved the g.-.atest
nractical blessing of the age!"
,. oh t ell me, Theophilus, tell m«
_, h .. It is," begged his wife.
A collar button with a little phono-
_ ra pVi inside that Will call efut when
f, roll- • ■ dal ' h 0! und * r lh *
dresser: Here I am! Hers 1 amt "’
Two Magnificent Styles ,-t
For the woman who
finds fur beyond her means,
we suggest the use of os
trich combined with velvet
ir of the ever-useful and
warm marabou.
The gown shown on the
left is of blue satin with
belt and surplice folds of
brown velvet.
Vanila brown velvet forms
the centre of the scarf—
and the ostrich or marabou
should be of the same tone.
On the muff are three
bands of the velvet—and
four of the feather trim
ming.
Bows of satin in rosette
form finish the outer bands
of the velvet—and long
ends of the ostrich fall from
them.
This will be found a very
useful way to utilize old
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\A Bachelor’s Diary
HE WFtITEL OF A HALLOWE’EN ADVENTURE
I
By MAX
O CT. 31.—The spirit of Hallow
e’en took possession of my
pretty nurse and of me at ex
actly the same hour last evening,
«nd after we had seen Richards pilot
ing Manette safely off to bed, we put
on coat and cloak and hats and
started out. It was 10 o’clock when
we left the house, and it is now 2
% in the morning, and I am so wide
awake there is no une going to bed.
She wore a scarlet coat, and oy
“she” I mean my pretty companion,
ami I did not know until to-night
what It means to be a woman and for
one brief evening kick all the con
ventions off at one’s heels. This
sounds mixed—scarlet coat and the
conventions, but I claim that the
color of the coat was to blame No
woman can wear bright scarlet and
feel entirely sedate in her soul.
We have been to all the dance halls
and all the cabarets; we did tn Im
promptu song and dance ourselves at
one restaurant, and fled before the
tumult of applause. I caught a taxi
cab and we rode for an hour after
that to get back our breaths I
know now what 1 can do for a living
w-hen my business goes to smash—
huv a hand organ of an Italian, as I
did to-night and get my pretty nurse
to do a dance in front of It. and then
pass around the hat There were
three or four hundred dollars tn her
hat when we fled, leaving the hand
organ behind us. which a very peni
tent Voting woman will carry to-mor
row to some charity. The money, I
mean, not the hand organ.
She will he penitent. I know her
sex so well. We did nothing very
wrong beyond the Injury to our di
gestions, but a good woman liken to
exaggerate her stns. and my nurse
will go around for a week looking as
if she had murdered some one. It
must be very inconvenient to be a
woman
THE COAT TO BLAME.
But the scarlet coat was entirely
to blame. I have felt like anything
but a Methodist prayer meeting every
time I have seen her put it on, and
if she will persist in wearing it there
Is no telling what will happen. , When
"he wears those golden browns and
delicate grays Richards selected for
her her eyes take on the expression
of a saint, and every hair on her head
seeks its place and stays In It.
But thut scarlet coat puts a devil
try In her eves that isn’t at all sooth
ing. and there comes a flush in her
checks to match It, and her hair flies
around her face in little wayward
curls that make a man long to push
each curl back In place. It Is all
right for a girl the age of Manette
to wear a acarlet coat, but I shall re
buke the nurse for appearing In such
a defiant color. The sight of her isn’t
good for me.
November 3.—It Is Just as I pre
dicted I have laughed many times
over the memory of Halloween, but
the nurse never smiles.
"It Is all right foj a man to forget
himself, and laugh’ about It after
ward," she exclaimed this morning,
“but being a woman is different-
Whenever I think that I—I. who was
brought up so strictly—got up on the
platform in that dance hall, and
danced the tango, and sang—why, I
am overcome with shame. You ought
to be ashamed of yourself for getting
me Into - it!”
“It wasn't me.’’ I retorted. “It was
the scarlet coat you were wearing.”
I saw her later In the day start to
put it on when getting ready for a
walk and then look at it dublossly.
Then she ran upstairs and came
down wearing all black!
We were sitting In the library this
evening, and I had Manette on my
lap. telling her a story, when Tomp
kins called me to the telephone.
one Him:.
If yon had ears, Diary, you would
have heard only one side of the talk,
so what is the use of telling you
more?
“Hello!”
“Yes, this is Max.”
“Oh,” a little coldly. “It is you.'is
it? Yes. I’m better, thank you.”
“No; no bad effects from the day I
spent down town.”
“How is my companion, you say?”
(Fros; in my voice.) “She is not
here.”
“i c&u't tell you where she im now.
I I believe she ;a on her way t« Eu
rope "
'Yes, very pretty. Glad you ad
mired b'sr."
’ 1 can’t give her your message,
: though no doubt it would please her
, to have won the admiration of a man
j as discriminating as yourself. You
see. I haven't her address, and 1 never
j expect to see her again.”
“Yes, it is too bad Good-bye.”
Then I returned tp the library to
! find Richards looking somewhat mys-
I tilled. The pretty nurse wasted no
time in expressing herself.
“Ysu were talking about me," she
saId, “and you were talking to the
I gentleman who took us to lunch the
duy we spent down town.”
“Well.” on the defensive. “What of
| it?”
“Nothing; only I wanted you to
know that I know ’’
Then she went back to the book,
and I Haw that Richards was trying
to suppress a laugh. I presume my
determination not to let that shallow-
pated man see the nurse again will
, confirm Richards In her suspicion
• that a romance is budding under her
eyes, but I don’t care.
I am too sick a man to be annoyed
by any man’s admiration of my
pretty nurse. It isn't jealousy, at all.
I hope T am too big a man to feel
such a sentiment as that, It is for
the girl’s sake I feel that way The
man is wealthy and a spender, and
If he came out here and paid her
any attention It would mean late
hours and dinners »at midnight and
all those things that are not at all
good for r girl As long as she Is a
member of my household T feel a
moral obligation regarding her wel
fare. T should feel just the same if
it were the cook or one of the maids.
NEVER BE HAPPY.
I know the man is not married,
but you s*e. In a way. that makes It
worse. He might hope to marry
her, and she would never be happy
with HJM!
I will have a plain talk with her
In the morning and tell her she will
have to look a little less fascinating
when she goes out with me, or other
wise I will leave her at home. I can't
have every man I know calling me
up and saying, “Hello. Max. who was
the queen you had out last night?
Are you going to Introduce me, or
do you intend to keep her all for
yourself?”
It isn’t the right way to treat a
ale It mar
Little Bobbie’s Pa
T
T HIS evening gown of Copenhagen blue velvet on the right de
pends for Its effectiveness upon Une and color. And the two
combine in the shading draperies of the rich material.
The blouse fastens beneath the arm and la held by straps of beads
that cross under and above tho shoulder and finish in ornaments that
fall straight In front.
Pink and red roses mark the line of the draped belt In front, and
a smaller bouquet bolds the skirt where It orogses above the left foot.
The skirt ends In a long, -und train, and at the waist there is a
folded tunic of the velvet.
The sleeves are of flesh 'olored tulle.—OLIVETTE.
:/ J ft - M i
W HAT. Mother Dear, is a di
vorce?
It is that form of marital
separation, Precious One, that a gen
eration ago was a disgrace and now
is a habit.
Why, Mother, do you always scold
the child for carrying its pie from the
table?
Tou have so much to learn, My
Daughter. The child that carries Its
pie from the table so an not to miss
anything going on in the games out
side, will some day be a man and eat
on the run in order not to miss hie
share of business life. And, believe
me, my dear, what he might miss
when he is older Is not much more
Important than what he might miss
as a child.
Is there anything in the world,
Mother, that could take the conceit
out of a man?
Marriage is one remedy, Child. An
other effectual way would be to let
him look back Into a room two min
utes after he has made a*ca!l. Every
woman in it yawning.
What is Charity, Mother?
It is that noble trait, My Child, thut
attributes the failure of a bachelor to
the lack of a wife to act aa an Incen
tive to success and the failure of a
married man to the domestic burden
he carries.
What, Mother, Is meant by Soulful
Yearnings?
It is that quality which, in one’s
self, Little One, signifies a poetic
temperament, and which In others
denotes biliousness.
What Is meant by the Blue Pendil?
It Is that. My Child, which every
one needs, but that only those unfor
tunate beings who work on a news
paper receives.
What. Mother, would you regard as
the most important qualification in
the wife of a politician? A knowl
edge of statesmanship?
I regard as a more important qual
ification, Child, the ability to conk
well enough to be prepared to keep
boarders for a living.
Mhy, Mother, does the woman spend
so much time lonkldg for things at
the grocer’s which are the quickest
to cook?
She wishes to save time, Little One,
T. ■ ..-der that later in the day she may
have more of it to waste.
Up-to-Date Jokes
Rome probable inventors were being
shown over a building estate in the
country.
“Come this way, gentlemen,” the
agent said. "On the rising ground you
can see how tho land lies."
“Or the land agent. ’’ quietly re
marked one of the party.
* *
Mother What do you think you will
make out of my daughter's talent 0
Professor (absent-mindedly)- AJjout
310 a lesson if the piano holds out
BERK was a man here this aft
ernoon selling a fine book, sod
Ma. I toald him to cum back
tonite when you were here, so you
cud see it. Missus Jenkins bought
one & ;ill the other nabore The naim
of the book is Beekun Lites of Llt-
eratur.
I boap he dosent cum back, sed Pa,
I am sick & tired of these book agents
with thare chop whiskers Sr thare
nerve. I have a noshun to give him
the gate beefoar he gits a chanst to
show the book at all.
Jest then the book agent cairn. He
was a tall, fat man with Mey cheeks
& a nice fur overcoat. He looked like
a man in a show wich 1 seen onst, Git
Rich Quick Somebody. Moast of the
book agents wich enrne to our house
looks as if they was jest working at
It long enuff to git sumthing to eet Sr
then git a better Job. but this man
looked vary prosper-us.
He dident wait for Pa to ask him
to set down, be sat down in the hig
hest chare & started in.
My good man, he sed to Pa. you
have within yure grasp a wunderful
opportunity to delve into the fled
master minds of the dod p^st. Thay
are all in yure reech, to borrow from
or disagree with, these wunderful
minds. You can chat with Shake-
speer, Milton, Byron, Dickens, Thack-
ery—a thousand noabel men. You
will be enchanted to lead nitely th<
peris of buty and wisdom that are
contained in this marvel us v olume,
Beekun Lites of Literatur. It is buti-
fullv bound, as you can see, in mocca
& Java binding with a page marked
in the upper rite hand of every leef.
The book opens rosily, Sr is printed
in English, malklng it eesy for you to
reed it. This mnrvelus volume I am
offering on this trip only for the
ridiculusly low figger of fifteen dol
lars. Beekun Lites of Literatur, the
moast compre-henslv work of that
title wich is in the market to-day.
Fifteen dollars buys it—the works of
the masters.
Has it got the records of the flters
in it? serl Pa.
Thare is a grate dost ripshun of the
battle of Waterloo in it, fid the
agent, St aliushuns to Caesar & other
grate flters, yer, sir.
Has it got Packey McFarland's rec
ord? sed Pa, & Battling Nelson’s ca
reer?
i do not understand, sed the agent.
Has it got Ty Cobb’s batting aver-^
age for 1913? wed Pa. St how rjiany'’
basca he stole? I bet it hasont. 1 bet
it hasent eeven got the life of Kid
Broad in it.
1 am afrade not, sed the agent. He
was looking at Pa kind of funny.
Then 1 doant want it, sed Pa. Any
book that doant have the records of
the grate prize fit.ers and ball players
In it Is no Beekun Lite for me.
T suppoased that I was calling upon
a gentleman of intelligence and roe-
flnemenf, sed the a vent J are I wa;
mistaken & I will bid you goodnite.
Goodnito. sed Pa. After the agent
was gone Pa beegan to laff. That Is
the way to git rid of them, he sed I
bet I know moar about the reel
Beekun Lites of Literatur than that
mutt, but I wuddent let him know it.
Husband, sed Ma, sumtlmes you
seem reely brlte.
Ail Unexpected Gift.
He was a shy young m;m, hut In
his heart then; raged a consuming
passion for the fair Florence. On his
way home from the city he managed
to screw his courage up sufficiently
to enter a Jeweler’s shop and pur
chase a small gift for the lady of his
heart.
This, he hoped, would pave the wa;
to the popping of the great kuestion
That night he called at her house
and found her alone. Producing a
small, square box from his pocket, h<
said, nervously:
“I have ventured to bring you a
small present. Miss Finn, but I am
afraid that perhaps It will not flt you
finger. Will you try it on?”
“Oh, dear," said the girl blushing
most becomingly, “this is quite un
expected! Why, I never dreained that
you really cared enough
Poor fool! Instead of grasping the
opportunity in both hands, he opened
the box end produced a thimble! Then
the thermometer dropped about ten
degrees.
Her Brother’s Voice.
Little Faith was possessed of a
most friendly disposition, but had not
yet reached the age where she could
understand the .silence that may wrap
itself around a wordless intimacy. In
fact, she demanded speech, frequent
and loving.
One night her brother was study
ing most assiduously his arithmetic
lesson, and, after calling to iiim sev
eral times without receiving an an
swer, she appealed to her father*
“George is busy,” said father.
"1 know,” replied Faith; “but h*
might ai least have said, ‘Shut up.’”
Do You Know— }
J
'Pile largest estate in the United
Kingdom is that belonging to Fm
Duke of Sutherland, which extends to
739,200 acres.
The female brain commences to de
cline in weight after the age of thirty ;
the male not till ten years later.
The Moors of Arabia a ml Spain were
j the first to display colored globes in
chemists* windows.
John Ewin, of New York, is contest
ing the will of his aunt, Mrs, Caroline
Ewin, who died in April last, leaving
U00,000 to rescue eats In all parts of
(tie world including London's deserted
house cats and those in the Island of
Madeira In the latter place stray cats
are-vo scarce that each, under the will,
would receive about $1,000.
Between Women’s
Health or Suffering
The main mason why so many
women suffer greatly at times
is because of a run-down con
dition. Debility, poor circula
tion show in headaches, lan
guor, nervousness arid worry.
BEECHAM’S
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