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The Men Are the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints © MAGAZINE The Real Saint l* one long: story of tnju* tic* to woman. She Is dlacred. jted for every failure, and Man i credited with her every success. The little homage that has been L ori , to her has always had its little l #lia f.ed to It as big as the tin c^n >d to a country dog's tail. Man flattered her by making her a ivmbol of Justice. Then he tied a Landaee over her eyes to discredit judgments. He made her the Lvi bol of Liberty, hoping the com- ent would soothe her into forget- L u ] nf . 8 s of his refusal to let her vote L# made her the symbol of Patience, (because that ia a virtue of which he w: Trig to let her have a monopoly. She Invented Love; he stole th# liea and made a boy child Love's rep- L . ve. She Invented Christmas, Lnd he made an inane-looking man. ^ nld to hold any other political job. the Christmas saint. It is time. Children Dear, in these Lavs when every woman is demands ling her rights and tearing the veil ' hypocrisy off the fare of man, that [you should know the truth. the saint who floats through your [r ■?.< 'hristmas dreams, dropping rom a reindeer chariot bags of |t'r es and toys is a man, is he not? -with a long, white beard and lighiy colored cheeks? Then wake ip For while you dream there sits *a- your bed. unappreciated, un join? and undreamt, the real Christ- saint, Your Mother! |tifr cheeks pale. Her cheeks are pale, through much uTdnight preparation of your Christ- Ta* gifts, her eyes are not merry, as were the eyes of the man of your |dr*ams. they are tender and loving snd perhaps a little wistful, because pour wants are so many and her re- ources so inadequate. But, no mat- Iter how little she has. there is always fcomething for the children at Christ inas. and though every gift repre- lents self-denial, she never tells of he sacrifice, nor complains when the |credit is given to the imaginary old man with the lasy-fat stomach aod the long, white beard. There is always Christmas where (there is a Mother. It Is not Ik cele- |b’'a?lon that depends upon envlron- ent embracing a toy shop near aten- Icent store. it depends solely upon |the existence of a Mother. In the days of the pioneer, when line nearest toy shop was hundreds of Irriies away, there was always Christ inas if there was a Mother. A string lot beads, won by a little cajolery or trade with the Indians; a cookey man, p bright r ed apple, a beanbag, or a jume-knii mitten, saved the stocking <- the Are from the tragic droop of [emptiness; and strings of bright- oiored corn, with Winter bouquets of |e led grasses and wild berries, gave ~e house the look of Christmas cheer. There is always Christmas where I'nere is a Mother. It is an event ■that depends not on any man. If it l*’ er ® left to man to dress the Chrlst- ■tnas dolls the fig-leaf fashion would a glorious revival, and after two |or three years of worry the word TChrlstmas” would pass away to find Ib resting spot * n the cemetery of ■ dead languages. |t’RY OF THE WOLF. If it were left to man, the faint I cr y of the wolf at the front gate I "’ould scare Christmas Day off the calendar. With a Mother in the pome, there is some sort of a Christ- r 1 * though the wolf is scratching at I the door. True, Children Dear, Father will I cairn the credit because he worked I ’o earn money to give Mother, but no r ather works as hard to earn money | [r give Mother as Mother has to 'ork to get it from Father. She stands between your % cries for | rcore and his demands that* there be *?be is the middleman who I *'*nds between the producer and the consumer, and her only profits are :our smiles Christmas morning. And your praise and gratitude for tfte alleged Christmas saint! —FRANCES L. GARS IDE. The Gold Witch dt ^ Being the Adventures of a Golden-IIpired Heiress ) dt dt Ky STELLA FLORES Fairweather Friends Oepyright, ISIS. International Newa Service s. f 'A/ < Ml \’ ^ sSk ■ JU<&- \ Is r Do You Know- Henry Elionsky, a well-known American long-distance swimmer, has I just succeeded in swimming from Brooklyn Bridge to Bay Ridge, a dis- ^nee of about four miles, with hands | on <i feet tied, towing a boat in which wore seven men. The total weight of the boat and its occupants was 1.363 Pounds. The swimmer was three aouis and ten minutes in the water. Five years ago a bachelors’ clan * as founded in Severance, Colo., with | j*enty members, but the club has C 8t been disbanded owing to the fact J l3at all the members are, cr are about ■o ho. married, and, according to the are no longer eligible for mem- whip. Princess Mary, in accordance with ; * Promise made to her some time ■m< k by the Duchess of Fife, secured : e ^st maiden signature of her royal . ~ 1 ’• exceptine signature in T 1 * marriage register. The Duchess ' f n ed the Princess’ autograph al- l t Buckingham - alace on the ‘"'noon before the wedding. A lady i -0 55 a noted autograph hunter had ^•rr-1 the Duchess $500, to be paid n any charity her royal highness . ' ?ht name, for her last maiden sig- I mature . \ ° Vf American has invented an * r )‘ motor roller skate. It is actu- i Dv a motor at the back of ’he ■ hut it has the drawback that skater must carry in his hands or ■ 1 : itors to supply the current. ms V\ N Pit, -. ^» • ■ :jl, !. *■ rii\ ■ ^TP M-'p iffT...,, mm feSsijif lr I iL EPORE hei father’s will is read the great newspapers print pages about the Gold Witch—the world’s greatest heiress. People who hitherto have greeted her indiffer ently sue for her friendship. Beautiful Helen Van Burg, the proudest girl in society, runs over before sailing for Europe to say good-by and to vow undying friendship. Tom alone stands aloof. W HEN the will is read, all but five hundred dollars is left—not to the Gold Witch, but to her guardian. Stunned at this strange outcome she congratulates herself on at least having so many friends. But she finds out that the penniless orphan is quite a different person to her wealthy friends Cut to the heart she takes refuge in the eon servatory, where she tries to realize that she is really alone in the world. No, not quite alone. For Tom, whose pride held him away from the heiress, hurries to sympathize with the forlorn little maid. Once Upon a Time >ME. gather closer, children, dear, and listen to these Christmas tales I am about to relate. Once Upon a Time There lived a little tyirl who was never satisfied. She waited a Whole Lot of things for Chrigtmas. and when she got out her stocking to hang it up in front of the fireplace, she was mad because she saw how small it was. "It will never hold all I want," she grumbled, "I wish I was a woman and wore stockings big enough to hold something." Then she remembered that she had seen a pair of her grandmother’s stock ings in the closet and when no one saw her she got them out. and hung them by the fireplace instead of her own’ And when Santa Claus came down the chimney that night, children, dear, he saw those stockings large and thick and sensible, and thought they be longed to an old lady! Ho he put in them a pair of spectacles. knitting needles, a night cap and a Bible! And lots of us, children, dear, who want a whole lot of things as we pass through life, and are not satisfied with what is our share, are going to catch it some day. Just as this litle girl did. * * * Once Upon a Time a little girl and a little boy looked in a book and saw' a picture of a kindly faced old man. He had red cheeks, a big Jolly stomach and a long beard, and he carried a sack on his shoulders filled with toys. “That is Santa Claus," their mother explained, and ever after that his pic ture was looked upon with great love They wrote letters to him, they talked of him. they dreamed of him they wished he would come to their house to live or that they could go to live in his house where all the rooms were hung with sugar plums and filled with toys. "We don't see." they grumbled to their mother, "why couldn’t you have let us stay in the hole in the tree where you said you found us, and let Santa find us?” But she only smiled tenderly at their complaints, and at night when they lay asleep dreaming of their imaginary saint, a real saint, tired and worn, sat up late dressing dolls and scheming and planning means to buy them the things they w’anted. She denied her self new clothes, and wore her old hat, and stood between their wishes and their father's complaints that he wasn't going to give a cent to this Christmas tomfoolery, and on Christmas morning was rewarded by their gratitude to an imaginary Santa Claus and the cross looks of her husband. For it is not, children, dear, till you have grown up and must be Santa Claus to your own children that you realize what a pitiful experience Christmas means to a mother. Up-to-Date Jokes SNAP- | II SHOTS II By LILIAN LAUFERTY. The man who telle a girl not to talk about things she doesn't under stand will use a lot of Ingenuity to keep her from understanding things he does not want her to talk about. Sometimes the man who calls his sweetheart a “cute kid” when she plays baby ^before marriage, will in sist that she is acting in a "ridicu lously childish manner” if she tries the same little tricks when she hap pens to be his wife. The woman who treats a man In a frankly friendly manner either feels as friendly as she acts—or is in love —and not necessarily with another man. For in the hands of the woman who knows how to use tt, frankness is as dangerous a weapon aa co quetry. SOME MARRIAGES— are like treaties between countries that do not speak the same language Love acts as a board of arbitration and the two strange countries meet, join, become one. And does the •board of arbitration” stay on its job? Does love remain to keep the peace? Oh. no! The two foreign creatures who are yoked learn to speak a sign language both can un derstand, learn to combine the cus toms of their countries—or they suf fer the horrors of Internal war! are made with much elegance ami leisure and repented with very in elegant haste. —float across the honeymoon into a vinegary reaction from too much sugar. make a spinster long to see the old year out at a suffragette meeting, in stead of causing her to be Jealous of the young wife who is b.lssfully cer tain of the longed for sure-thtng date for New Vekr s Eve. —are like an echo of Thanksgiving and a forerunner of Christmas all peace on earth and good will to man and woman. And. after all. those are tne only real marriages in a world seems to 'nri< power to tell real jewels from paste. A. I BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX (Novelized by) dP*w a ^ J! ^ j alone—against her father—if that need 1 be. Stern Measures. and tumble, Holbrook”—-began Chief Dempster in a tone reserved for crimi nals who are cornered and must soon hurt her loving father, who scarcely knows she is a woman—the father vvho still dreams hi.s girl Is an inno- (From the play by George Scar borough. now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New- York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S installment; And Captain Holbrook smiled—which was quite natural. Then in a manner calculated to stimulate injured inno cence and confidence forced on niopt personal matters, he sauntered over to the mantel and gave all his attention to dusting off with his index finger a minute particle from Judson Flaggs dispatch box. “The impudence of the lad!” thought Father Shannon—but he managed to think it without the betraying twitch of a single facial muscle. On the Trail. “The woman is still here," said Chief Dempster in his most granite-like tone. He smiled in appreciation of Larry’s elaborated stage setting, and well-con ceived histrionics. “You think so?" returned the Cap tain reproachfully. "You're not only accessory after the fact. Captain Holbrook, but the woman who killed Judson Flagg is hidden in this apartment." and as he made his declaration a smile broadened the firm Ups of the chief of the secret service. Holbrook shook his head In easy nega tion. "Wasting your time." "What's that door?" questioned the chief grimly, pointing to the portal that led to Aline's hiding place. Indignantly the captain replied "That door leads to my bedroom." "And that one?” "Kitchen and servant’s room." The two men measured each other. Chief Dempster left for a tour of the "kitchen and servant’s" room. "Sit down. Mr. Graham,’’ said Larry, the hospitable. “Your resistance isn’t helping your case, Captain Holbrook," si$ 1 Graham sternly. ^ , Captain Holbrook measured this man —the District Attorney of the United States. He wondered ir the father could suspect from what shame the resistance he decried was saving him. He won dered whether her father would also prove Aline’s friend if the evil hour of knowledge must come. He thought of ihat old Roman father Virginius. who had slain his young Virginia at the threat of dishonor -and he asked him self what would the District Attorney of the United States do if he knew that his daughter measured up to the standards of those who must be con sidered guilty until proVen innocent. For though the law says a man is In nocent until proven guilty—the mark of «hameful guilt smirches a woman who is dragged before the bar of jus tice in our scandal-loving country Holbrook squared his shoulders and decided that he must fight Aline s fight The three men, held by such carying emotions that they might have been worlds apart, instead of all inextricably bound in the same cause, waited Demp ster's return. "Chief, what are you finding?” called Graham at last, impatiently. "Nothing vet," called back the Chief’s voice. “I think I’m very patient, sir—neither of you gentlemen has any right to search these premises,' said I.arry. who I had firmly decided on what his course must be “You're mistaken," said Graham with quiet determination to see this thing through now. He little guessed what "seeing it through” must mean to him —and the little girl who had grown up as his heritage from the wife he had loved. And now* Chief Dempster came back from his fruitless search and walked wdth grim determination toward the door that led to Holbrook’s room. Holbrook left his position on his hearthstone and stepped between the oncoming host and the door he must not surrender. “One minute," said he quietly, "By what authority?" "Mine,” said Graham, rushing to his doom Holbrook hit his lips at the grim irony of it all. “Your warrant?” demanded the Cap tain, with a forlorn hope. "I am the warrant," said Graham. Holbrook half closed his keen gray eyes as if to get a fore-shortened view’ of this most amusing picture. Then he opened them wide in amazement, and placed himself—a human barricade—be fore the citadel of safety *where Aline cowered. Again the captain essayed the heredi tary light tone of the sons of Erin. “Louis Fourteenth said, ‘I am the State.’ That misleads you. In America —even a district attorney must conform to the laws. Mr. Graham.” “I mean to get info that room.” said Chief Dempster. It was quite evident that he did mean to do Just what he said. Could Holbrook stop him'!’ The End of the Struggle. At all events he meant to try. “You can’t,” said he. “Will you stop me?" asked Dempster. "I AM stnppin’ you,” explained Larry patiently. The chief smiled in grim amusement. "Do you think you can stop both of Uf The captain’s hand was on the chief’s wrist now A steel vise gripped the arm of the chief of the Secret Service of the United States. A steel voice an swered him—and steel eyes glinted at him—while taut muscles rippled and hardened to steel, too, and Larry Ho - brook held the citadel of his lady safe from marauding chiefs and high offi cials. "I KNOW I can stop both of you— and both of YOU know It," was his stern declaration. . . "We didn't come here for any rougn acknowledge it. "Thank you,” interrupted Holbrook with courtly irony. "But we didn't come here without men enough.” He went over to the en trance door—and, opening it, called down the corridor, "Donnelly Ha gan ” "Yes, sir," floated back his answer. . In that moment Lawrence Holbrook tasted the grim salt flavor of possible failure. But he still meant to find a way—though, what that way was to be he himself scarcely knew but in the hack of his mind a plan was formulat ing. He took one step from the door. "One moment, Chief—don t call them.” The Chief allowed himself another smile. Holbrook had fought well but defeat was near He could not guess for whom that defeat would spell dis aster. . , . . "Wait there." he called to his men. “Close the door, if you please," said Holbrook. He shrugged hla shoulders. "I can’t stop all four of you——’ And then he opened the door and called: "Aline, my dear—a moment. . . . Your father’s here.” Slowly—almost as if she were walk ing in a sleep troubled by dreams of horror, Aline Graham came trembling into the room. With a fathomless question in their depths, her eyes fixed on the man to whom she had gi\en all her faith, she waited for the word of command from her captain, who held her life in his hands. In that moment the District Attor ney of the United States became an old man. Life turned him around with an abrupt command to ‘ right about face,” and he looked at the law from the side of those whom he had beer, forced to drive to doom if they could be proven guilty. His daughter! His little Aline—here in Lawrence Holbrook’s room—in hiding—a fugi tive! His aching brain could scarce ly compass it all. “Aline!” he cried at last, when si lence had sapped all life-giving oxy gen from the heavy air. “Aline! Why? In God’s name, why?” The girl looked at her father in pain tha' Is world-old. So innocent Vir ginia must have looked at her father when he lifted the knife that saved her from worse than death. And so every girl who is pure in heart, though circumstance has cruelly sul lied her life, must chafe in sorrow at her woman’s heritage when she sees how another man has forced her to A visitor one day mentioned to Vol taire that l*e had recently spent some time with Albrecht Von Haller, the distinguished Swiss physiologist. “Ah," said Voltaire, "he is a great man. a great poet, a great naturalist, a great, philosopher a man of wonder ful accomplishments!" "What you Hay, monsieur," the vis itor said, "is all the more creditable to you, inasmuch as Von Haller does not do you tiie same justice." "Alas." replied Voltaire, with a grim smile. "Very likely we are both mis taken." • * * A Scottish farmer recently paid a vis it to a South of England cattle show, and while walking around got talking with a native? farmer Neither could well understand what the other said Tin* Scotsman got a little nettled at this, and put it down to the English- man'v stupidity "Man." he said • at last, "yer cows | moo a’ right, and yer cocks craw quite plain, but I’m hanged if T can mak' j you oot." • * • Visitor (sampling stout with evi dent appreciation)—Really, this is I splendid stuff. They say that it ts , both meat and drink. Workman (interrupting) — Shure, ! an’ it’s roight ye are, sor; an’ if ye take plenty av it it’ll foind ye lodg ings, too. $5—OPERA GLASSES—$5 Pearl Opera Glasses of exceptiona \alue for this season of ih the Xmas Gift for any member <>f the family. 42 N. Broad. Jno. L. Moore & Sons.—Advt. cent child. But she did not speak— she waited her command from the captain of her life. "Tell him what you heard in your library.” said Holbrook, calmly. The Chief stood watching Aline Lie was looking beyond her words—*e was striving to find the motive power for all her possible deeds. "That HE was to he arrested." cried the.girl to the District Attorney. And "hr” meant the man she loved Another Confession. "You frightened the girl, you two sensational gentlemen, with your talk of murder and my arrest for it,” said Holbrook, with seeming probity. “How did you get here?” asked the father. "With Father Shannon.” "What’s your interest in this. Fa ther Shannon?” questioned the Chief, with ready suspicion. “I sympathized with the young lady’s fears. * 1 share her belief in Captain Holbrook’s innocence.” The church was militant now— fighting for the maid and her gallant defender Graham still centered all his sorrow and dismay on the daughter whom he felt was disgracing him, but he meas ured disgrace by the pennyweight. “I’m a sworn officer of the Govern ment. For my daughter to betray se crets heard in my house is as heinous as my own disloyalty would be.” “I’m .«»orry. father—awfully sorry,” said the girl. Ineffectually. "I cap’! express my indignation— my sense of outrage.” exclaimed the falter—never guessing that he was tilting at straws. "The girl loves him, .fir,” explained the priest, gently. "She does not!” "Yes—I love him.” To Be Continued To-morrow. YOU OWE IT TO HER. inEAR MISS FAIRFAX: ^ I am twenty and have been keeping company with a girl on<* year my Junior for the last three years and would like to marry her only for my parents' objection, which is on account of different nationality I therefore ask you would it be right to marry the girl or not? B. A. B. A FTER monopolizing a girl for three years it is no less than dishonorable not to marry her if sh- lores you. But twenty is young for a man t mjurry. Wait at least till you are age HAVE FAITH. nEAR MISS FAIRFAX; I am eighteen, and deeply In lore with a man three year« my senior. I have been told by jealout boya that when I am absent he is going with other girls. He writes mt nice letters, also takes me to theatres, and be says he loves m< anl doesn’t go with any girls bu ire. WONDERING U NLESS a girl has faith she car never know a happy love affa • If you cannot believe him see no mo: of him. 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This method of making cough remedy with Plnex and Sugar Syrup (or strained honey) is now used in more homes than any other cough syrup. This explains why it is often imitated, though never successfully. If you try it, use only genuine Plnex, which is a most valuable concentrated compound of Norway white pine extract, and is rich in guafacol and other natural healing pine elements. Other preparations will not work in this combination. A guaranty of absolute satisfaction, or money promptly refunded, goes with this preparation. Your druggist has Plnex, or will get it for you If not. send to the Plnex Company, F*rt Wayne. Ind.—Advt. COX dl|>Colle£e and Conservatory Codeia Park, Georgia. 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 ar.d 31, 1913; also ! January 1, 1914; return limit January 6. i 1914. For all information, write to or call on j J. P. BILLUPS, General Passenger Agent; | F. M. 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Its wall equfrved ltbrarlaa. laboratorlaa and mu seums add much to tha rrofldancy of a thor ough '-urrtcolnnx Cax Collage has always drawn patronage from the bast families of tha_South and points with pride mun rtud.irt, »nd ibmiu who occuw •raw of th« m..«- prondlira* plw» In oor SmrthlMid ~ .„,■ , taff Of nt traoh.ni In the llwtn; «nd ron»erratorr dranrhnnnw onnrtert ,1 Th- ruldfnr^olndpl- In th. fwloottw of thll f.-wltv h««o bran for nt(W«l north tnd proflclencr rad It. nwmbran r-prirant «mt. nf tho 1-rat Amorto.n uni Mir.fp.an unlrerrftlra rad con«rT 8 UwlM. Students raai enter the different department* te adrants*. on the lat of January. Parenta who d.- ntra for their draghtera the hrat tn.touction under the moat farorable surroundings, apply COX COLLEGE AND CONSERVATORY. COLLEGE PARK. GEORGIA