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^A, , \ v i/' The Men A re the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints The Real Saint I fW! is one lorn* story of !nju% tic* to woman. Sho la dlscred. -4 ited for every failure, and Man I? credited with her every success. The little homage that has been done to her has always had Its little joke tied to It as big aa the tin c^n tied to a country dog’s tall. Man flattered her by making her a symbol of Justice. Then he tied a bandage over her eyes to discredit •» r Judgments. He made her the symbol of Liberty, hoping the com pliment would soothe her into forget fulness of hl6 refusal to let her vote. He made her the symbol of Patience, because that Is a virtue of which he id willing to let her have a monopoly. She Invented Love; he stole th| idea and made a boy child Love s rep resentative. She Invented Christmas, and he made an Inane-looking man. too old to hold any other political job, the Christmas saint. Tt Is time. Children Dear. In these days when every woman Is demand ing her rights and tearing the veil o' hypocrisy off the fare of man, that vou should know the truth. ♦ he saint who floats through your arUe-Christmas dreams. dropping 'rom a reindeer chariot bags of goodies and toys Is a man. Is he not? with a long, white beard and highly colored cheeks? Then wake up For while you dream there elts j rear your bed. unappreciated, un sung and undreamt, the real Christ- j mas saint, Your Mother! HER fHEEKS PALE. Her cheeks are pale, through much I midnight preparation of your Christ mas gifts; her eyes are not merry, as j were the eyes of the man of j our d’■earns; they are tender and loving j nd perhaps a little wistful, because rour wants are so many and her re- I sources so Inadequate. But. no mat ter how little she has, there Is always | something for the children at Christ mas; and though every gift repre sents self-denial, she never tells of I the sacrifice, nor complains when the credit Is given to the imaginary old man with the laay-fat stomach and |tne long, white beard. There is always Christmas where | there is a Mother. It Is not a cele- I ^ration that depends upon envlron- | <nent embracing a toy shop near aton- '■ent store. It depends solely upon | tie existence of a Mother. In the days of the pioneer, when | the nearest toy shop was hundreds of miles away, there was always Christ mas If there was a Mother. A string 1 of beads, won by a little cajolery or Itrade with the Indians; a cookey man, iii bright red apple, a beanbag, or a Ihjme-knit mitten, saved the stocking |b th» firs from the tragic droop of ■ emptiness; and strings of brlght- Icolored corn, with Winter bouquets of lciried grasses and wild berries, gave I th ® house the look of Christmas cheer. There Is always Christmas where l.here le a Mother. It Is an event ! ■ that depends not on any man. If it l'vere left to man to dress the Chrlst- Irnas dolls the flg-leaf fashion would |tee a glorious revival, and after two three years of worry the word J'‘Christmas’’ would pass away to find la resting spot * n th® cemetery of 1 dead languages. I CRY OF THE WOLF. If it were left to man, the faint I cry of the wolf at the front gate | would scare Christmas Day off the calendar. With & Mother in the I home, there is some sort of a Christ- I maa though the wolf is scratching at | the door. True, Children Dear, Father will r ’-aim the credit because he worked | to earn money to give Mother, but no ' ather works as hard to earn money I t n give Mother as Mother has to ' >rk to get it from Father. She stands between your cries for [ more and bis demands that there be «• She Is the middleman who I •'anda between the producer and the consumer, and her only profits are j >our smilee Christmas morning. And your praise and gratitude for | the alleged Christmas saint! —FRANCES L. CARBIDE. The Gold Witch s dt f Being the Adventures of a (.iolden-Haired Heiress') S By STELLA FLORES Faince other Friends Copyright. 191&. International New* Berries j jEFORE 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 -•■•.-•■'•a alone stand? aloof. 'HEN the will is read, all hut 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 con 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. Do You Know— SNAP- S SHOTS ii Henry Elionskv, a well-known American long-distance swimmer, has just succeeded in swimming from Brooklyn Bridge to Bay Ridge, a dis tance of about four miles, with hands p n <l feet tied, towing a boat in which \\?re seven men. The total weight of boat and its occupants was 1,363 pounds. The swimmer was three I ‘tours and ten minutes in the water. 1 vo years ago a bachelors’ club founded in Severance, Colo., with • VVf, nty members, but the club has • c ' boon disbanded owing to the fact ’ ‘ all the members are. e r are about t0 .b-, married, and, according to the r es. are no longer eligible for mem- wrghip. m r-ss Mary, in accordance with • ’lomise made to her some time thi Duchete of Fife, secured maiden signature of her royal excepting the signature in marriage register. The Duchess ■ * p ‘Pd the Princess’ autograph al- Buckingham . alace on th»i '‘Troon before the wedding. A lady * a noted autograph hunter had ^ r ed the Duchess $500, to be paid r a nv charity her royal highness ,, ern name, for her last maiden slg- [ nature. c : rvr ' American has invented an j .. w r ,' niotor roller skate. It is actu- \ v a motor at the back of the th! l. has the drawback that i ^ skater must carry in his hands or 11 - ? , bac k a na.’r of rather heavy 1 -mu. a ors t0 5U ppjy the current. By LILIAN LAUFERTY. The man who tells 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 ehe acts—or Is in love —and not necessarily with another man. For in the hands of the woman who knows how to use It, frenkneee is as dangerous a weapon as oo- 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 olci year out at a suffragette meeting, in stead of causing her to be Jealoue of the young wife who is blissfully cer tain of the longed for sure-thin* date for New Year's Eve. —are like an echo of Thanksgiving and a forerunner of Christmas—all Vace on earth and good will to man and woman. And. after all. those are the only real marriages In a world that seems to ack power to tell rea. jewels from paste. A. i BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX (Novelized by> j alone—against her father—if that need J 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 who still dreams his 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 Captgin Holbrook smiled—which was quite natural. Then in a manner calculated to stimulate injured inno cence and confidence forced on most 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 Flagg’s 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 Arm 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.” s?f I 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 that 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 guilt j’ until proven innocent. For though the law says a man is in nocent until proven guilty—the mark of shameful 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 fignt 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 yet," 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 Larry, who had firmly decided on what his course must he "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 with grim determination toward the door that led to Holbrook’s room. Holbrook left Ms position on his hearthstone and stepped between the oncoming host and tne 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 ali. “Your warrant?” demanded the Cap tain, with a forlorn hope. “I am the warrant.” said Graham Holbrook half closed his keen gray eves as if to get a fore-shortened view of this most amusing picture. Then he opened them wide 1n 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 CouM 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 stoppin' you,” explained I.arry patiently. The chief smiled In grim amusement. "Do you think you can stop both of US?" 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 I’nited States. A steel voice an swered him—and steel eyes glinted at him - while taut muscles rippled and hardened to steel, too, and Larrj* Ho 1 - 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 stem declaration. "We didn't come here for any rough “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 hack his answer. In that moment Lawrence Holbrook tasted the grim salt flavor of possible failure. But he still meant to find a T way—though what that way was to he j lie himself scarcely knew but in tin 1 back of his mind a plan was formulat- i 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. . . “Walt there.” he called to his men. “Close the door, If you please.” said Holbrook. He shrugged his shoulders. "I can’t stop all four of you f And then he opened the door and called: “Alins, my dear—a momant. . . . 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 given 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 been 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. “Allije! 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 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. He was looking beyond her words—he was striving to find the motive power for all her possible deeds. “That HE was tp be arrested." cried lhr- girl to the District Attorney. And "he" 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 sympathised with the young lady’s fears. I share her belief in Captain Holbrook’s lnnocerwre.” The church was militant now— lighting for the maid and her gallant defender. Graham still centered all his sorrow and dlstnay 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 owru disloyalty would be.” “I’m soriT, father—awfully sorry,” said the girl, ineffectually. "I can’t express my indignation— my sense of outrage," exclaimed the father—never guessing that he was tilting at straw's. “The girl loves him, sir," explained the priest, gently. "Bhe does not!” "Yes—I love Him.** To Be Continued To-morrow. Once Upon a Time C -VJME, gather closer, children, dear, and listen to these Christmas tales I am about to relate. Once Upon a Time There lived a little girl who was never satisfied. She waited a Whole Lot of things for Christmas, 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, “T 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 r her she got them out. and hung them by the fireplace instead of her own! And w f hen 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 ard 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 lo 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 w’ere hung with sugar plums and filled with toys. "We don’t see.” they ipumblert to their mother, "why oouldn t you have let us stay In the hole In the tree where you said you found us, and let flan t a find us?“ But she only smiled tenderly at their complaints, and at night when they lav 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 wanted. 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 owm children that you realize what a pitiful experience Christmas means to a mother. Up-to-Date Jokes A visitor one day mentioned to Vol taire that he 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 say. monsieur,” the vis itor said, "Is all the more creditable to you, inasmuch as Von Haller does not do you the same justice ” "Alar,” 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 The Scotsman got a little nettled at. this, and put It down to the English man’s stupidity. “Man,” he said at last, “yer cows moo a’ right, and yer cocks craw quite plain, but I’m hanged if I can mak’ you oot.” • • • Visitor (sampling stout with evi dent appreciation.)—Really, this is splendid stuff. They say that It is both meat and drink. Workman (interrupting) — Shure. an’ It’s rolght ye are, sor; an' if ye take plenty av it it'll folnd ye lodg ings, too. YOG OWE IT TO HER. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: 1 am twenty and have been keeping company with a girl one year my Junior for the lawt three years and would like to marry her only for my parents’ objection, which is on account of different nationality I therefore ask you mould it be right to marry the girl or not? B A. B A FTER monopolizing a glr! for three years it is no less tha , dishonorable not to marry her if she levee you. But twervt# Is young for a man t marry Walt at least till you are o; HAVE FAfTH. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX* I am eighteen, and deeply In love with a man three years my senior. I have been told by Jealous boys that when I am absent he is going with other girls. He writes me nice letters, also takes me to theatres, and he nays he loves me. and doesn't go with any girls bu> me WONDERING U NL1BM a girl hna faith she chf never know a happy love affa ■ If you cannot believe him see no m< ^ of him. Don’t enter into any re! tionihip with any one and e*;, good results if you are suspicious How to Make the Best Cough Remedy at Home A Family Supply at Small Coat, and Fully Guaranteed. Make a plain syrup by mixing 1 pint of granulated sugar and % pint of warm water and stir for Jwo minutes. Put 2V* ounces of pure Plnex (50 cents’ worth i In a pint bottle, and fill it up with the. sugar syrup This gives you a family supply of the best cough syrup at a sav ing of $2 It never spoils. Take a teaspoonful every one. two or three hours. The effectiveness of this simple rem edy Is surprising It seems to take hold almost Instantly, and will usually con quer an ordinary cough in twenty-four the Jaded appetite ^ ' * nel hours. It tones up and Is just laxative enough to be nelp Coll.*. Park, Georgia. $5—OPERA GLASSES—$5 Pearl Opera Glasses of exceptional value for this season of the ygar - the Xmas Gift for any member of the family. 42 N. Broad. Jno. L Moore & Sons.—Advt. ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY FARES BETWEEN POINTS IN SOUTHEAST VIA THE WEST POINT ROUTE Tickets on sale December 17, 18, 19. 20 . 21. 22, 23, 24 , 25 and 31, 1913; also January 1, 1914; return limit January 6, 1914. For all Information, write to or call on J. P. BILLUPS. General Passenger Agent; F. M. THOMPSON. District Passenger Agent, Atlanta, Ga. Advt. COX ful In a cough, and has a pleasing taste. Also excellent for bronchial trouble, bronchial asthma, whooping cough and spasmodic croup. 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 s most valuable concentrated compound of Norway white pine extract, and Is rich in guaiaool 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, Fwrt Wayne. Ind.—Advt. and Conservatory Cen«*e and Conwvatory t» Mag recogntewf mor« tm an to- Btltudon of •ho-nurfi fn«tractw» ara hkrh atsndanii. and tn tta hlatorr *f MTt-nW fear* it la to-<lay more ther- Aly o«tanimd fh«» w yn Collar) 1* UtaaBr to rt n-ar Atlanta, tha rrotrr «**!*• in »• . Tta health onauroaaa art at harms *ne ""taT Cox Collae* baa alwajra drawn retr® n ** e from the beat families of tha *outh and points with prtda la Ita many atudenta and ahnnnae who occupy aotnn of tha moat prominent place* In our Southland The nr want staff of officers and teachew In the literary and conaerratory departments nambera 81. The atrtdins principle* in tha aeieetton of this faculty ha*e been for moral worth and proflolency and ita mam hen represent some of rhe beat American and Kuropean unirerattlea and oonaerratortea. Student* may enter the different departroeuu to adrantage on the let of January Parents wfce d»- etre for fheir daughters the beet instruction under the most farorable surroundings, apply COX COLLEGE AND tONSERVATORY. COLLEGE PARK. GEORGIA