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The Men Are the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints # The Real Saint L IFE is on© long story sf Inju* tic* to woman. She Is dlscred* I ited for ©very failure, and Man 1* credited with her ©very success Th© llttl© homage that has been j don© to h©r haa always had Its llttl# j lok© tied to It as big as the tin can j tied to a country dor's tall. Man flattered har by maul nr her a j symbol of Justtc©. Then he tied a j bandar© over her ©yea to discredit Judgments. He mad© her th# j symbol of Liberty, hoptnr th© com pliment would soothe h©r into forget fulneea of his refusal to tel her vote. He mad© her the symbol of Patience, because that is a virtue of which he la willing to let her have a monopoly 8h« Invented lx>ve, he stole th| Idea and made a boy child l,ov«’s rep resentatlre. She Invented Christmas, and he mad© an inane-looking n >n. too old to hold any other political Job, the Christ maa saint. It ta tlms, Children Dear. In these days when ©very woman is demand Ing her rights and tearing the veil ef hypocrisy off the fare of man. that you should know the truth ^hs saint who floats through your ants-Christmaa dreams, dropping frem a reindeer chariot bags of goodies and toys is a man, Is he not? —with a long, white beard and highly colored cheek*? Then wake up' For while you dream there alta near your bed, unappreciated, un sung and undreamt, the real Ohrlst- maa saint. Your Mother! HER THEEKfi P41.E. Her cheek© are pale, through much { midnight preparation of your Christ mas glfta; her ©yes are not merry, as were the eyes of the man of >v>ur dreams; they are tender and loving, and perhaps a little wistful, because your wants are ao many and her re sources so Inadequate. Hut, no mat ter how little ah© haa, there la always something for the children at Christ mas; and though every gift repre sents self-denial, she never* tells of the sacrifice, nor complains when the credit la given to the imaginary old man with th© lazy-fat stomach aud the long, white heard. There Is always Christmas where there is a Mother. It la not a cele bration that depends upon environ ment embracing a toy shop near a ten cent store. It depends solely upon the existence of a Mother. In the days of the pioneer, when the nearest toy shop was hundreds of miles away, there was alwa) s Christ mas If there was a Mother. A string of beads, won by a little cajolery or trade with the Indians, a cooksy man, a bright red apple, a beanbag. or a hjme-knit mittan. saved the stocking by the fire from the tragic droop of emptiness, and strings of bright- colored corn, with Winter bouquets of dried grasses and wild berries, gave the house the look of Christmas cheer. Thar© Is always Christmas where there 1© a Mother. It la an event that depends not on any man. If it w-ers left to man to dress the Christ mas dolls th© fig-leaf fashion would see a glorious revival, and after two ©r three years of worry the word "Christmas would pass away to And a resting spot tn Hie cemetery of dead languages CRY OF TH B WOLK, If it were loft to man. the faint, cry of the wolf at the front gate would scare Christmas Day off the calendar. With a Mother in the home, there la some sort of a Christ- maa though the wolf Is scratching at the door. True, Children Dear. Father will claim the credit because he worked to earn money to give Mother, but no Father works as hard to earn money to give Mother as Mother has to work to get it from Father. Hhe stands between your cries for more and bis demands that there be less She is the middleman who stands between tb© producer and the consumer, and her only profits at your smiles Christmas morning. And your praise and gratitude fc the alleged Christmas saint! —FRAXCEB L. GARB1DE. 7 he Gold Witch .* at ^ Being the Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress^ <£ By STELLA FLORES Fairvceather Frienda Copyright, 1313. International News Servlcs. Do Y ou .now-- Henry EUonsky 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 and feet tied, towing a boat in which were seven men The total weight u f the boat and its occupants was pounds The swimmer was threa hours and ten minutes in th«- water. Five years ago a bachelors’ dub was founded In Severance. Colo., with twenty members, but the club has Just been disbanded owing to the fan that all the members are. t r are about to be. married, and. according to the rules, are no longer eligible for mem bership. Princess Mary, in accordance with a promise made to her some tint** back by the Duchess of Fife, secured the last maiden signature of her royal highness—excepting the signature in the marr age register The Duchess signed the Princess’ autograph al burn at Buckingham alace on th-' afternoon befon the wedding. A ladv who is a noted autograph hunter had offered the Duchess $500, to be paid to any charity her royal highn* ss might name for her last maiden sig nature. A clever American has invented an electric motor roller skate. It is actu ated by a motor at the back of the skate, but it has the drawback that the skater must carry in his hands or on his back a na r of rather he ivy .. >i a to supi ly t he c urrent. / 1 r Ljih’R'A? FiO'C 3m ' r T ““-in H ;r- v<P& ■ 4 r v . 1 :i j JjPv, ^ ■ - '+■//'* s’*, \\ pi fc. , fin dSx \- TW* ISuMh——Mln ft ' c' 1 fSiSl' EFORE 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. SNAP- J s SHOTS '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 differetlt 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. A. 1 BAY ^ Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Advice to the Lovelorn Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX (Novelized by> y jt i^T _ 1 | alone- against her father—If that need 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- 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 ho 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 Ihe name 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 it, frankness is as dangerous a weapon a» eo qustry. SOM K M A RKIA U ES —are like treaties between oountrles 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 Jove remain to keep the peace’ Oh. no! The two foreign creature© 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 wart are made with much elegance and leisure and repented with very in elegant haste. —float across vinegary reac sugar th< honey moon i from tou — make a spinster long to see the oh year out at a suffragette meeting. In stead of causing her to be Jealous of the young wife who Is blissfully cer tain of the longed fur sure-thing date for New Year* Eve —are like an echo of Thanksgiving and a forerunner of Christmas—all peace on eartn and good will to man md woman And. after all. those are j the only real marriages in a world | that seems *o ack putt Hi' to tell real Jewels front paste. (From the play by George Scar borough, now being presented at the Thirty-ninth Street Theater, Now York. Serial rights held and copyrighted by International News Service.) TO-DAT'S INSTALLMENT. Anil Captain Holbrook smiled—which was quito 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. It.* smiled in appreciation of Larry’s elaborated stage setting, and well-con- efljved histrionics. “You think so'."' returned the Cap tain reproachfully * You're not only accessory after the fact, t'aptain Holbrook, but the woman who killed JudsoT! Flagg is hidden in this apartment.” and as he made his dcgtfmttion a smile broadened the firm lips 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 Alines 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 Dempsteri 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 rase Captain Holbrook # i Graham, sternly. Captain Holbrook measured this man the District Attorney of the United States He wondered if 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 Virgin!us. who had slain his young Virginia at the threat of dishonor- and he asked him self what would the District Attorney of the Fnited 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 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 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 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 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 with 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 wlmt authority?” “Mine,” said Graham, rushing to his doom. Holbrook bit his lips at the grim irony of it all. "Your warrant?” demanded the Cap tain. with a forlorn hope. "1 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- ta*r light tone of the sons of Erin. "Louis Fourteenth said. T am ihe* State.’ That misleads you. In America -even a district attorney must conform to the laws. Mr. Graham." "1 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. "1 AM stoppln’ you.” explained Larry patiently. The chief smiled in grim amusement. “Do you think you can stop both of \;s " 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 Fnited States. A steel voice an swered him—and steel eyes glinted at him while taut muscles rippled and hardened to steel, too, and Larry Hol 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 VOF know it.” was his stern declaration. "We didn’t come here lor any rough Holbrook “Thank, you.” interrupted 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- gun ” “Yes, sir,” floated back his answer. In that moment Lawrence HoibroOk 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 back of bis 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. “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 ” 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 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 tiie 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! H»s 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 $5—OPERA GLASSES—$5 Pearl Opera Glasses of exceptional value for this season of the year— the Xmas Gift for any member of the family. 42 N. Broad. Jno. L Moore .x 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. He was looking beyond her words—he was striving to find the motive power for all her possible deeds. “That HE was to be arrested.” cried the 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 sympathized with the young lady’s fears. I shar^ 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 sorry, father—awfully sorry,” said the girl, ineffectually. "I can’t express my indignation— my sense of outrage.” exclaimed the fall er—never guessing that he was tilting at straws. "The girl loves him, sir,” explained the priest, gently. "She does not!" "Yes—I love him.” To Be Continued To-morrow. 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. YOU OWE IT TO HER. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am twenty and have been keeping company with a grirl one year my junior for the last three year© and would like to marry her only for my ^parents’ objection, which i« on account of different nationality. I therefore ask you w'ould it be right to marry the girl or not? B. A. B. A F Once Upon a Time f^UME. gather closer, children, dear, and listen to these Christmas tales I am about to relate. Once Upon a Time There lived a little trirl who was never satisfied. She waited Whole Lot of thlngH 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 w-ant,” 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! So 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 Title girl did * # * Once Upon a Time a little girl and a little boy looked in a book and saw picture of a kindly faced old man He had red cheeks, a big jolly stomach ;ind 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 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 he Santa Claus to your own children that you realize what a pitiful experience Christmas means to a mother. A visitor one day mentioned to Vol- aire that he had recently spent acme time with Albrecht Von Haller, the distinguished Swiss physiologist. “Ah,” said Voltaire, “he is a great man. a groat poet, a great naturalist, a great philosopher—a man of wonder fill 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.” “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 w’alklng 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, hut. 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 roight ye are, sor; an’ if y® take plenty av it it’ll foind ye lodg ings, too. FTER monopolizing a girl for three years it is no less than dishonorable not to marry her if she loves you. But twenty is young for a man t« marry. Wait at least till you are o age. HAVE FAITH. J)EAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am eighteen, and deeply in love with a man three years m> senior. 1 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 says he loves me, and doesn’t go with any girls bur me. WONDERING U NLESS a girl has faith she ca never know a happy love affa If you cannot believe him see no mot or him. Don’t enter into any rC tionship with any one and e.vp« good results if you are suspicious How to Make the Best Cough Remedy at Home A Family Supply at Small Cost, and Fully Guaranteed. 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