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© The Men Are the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints MAGAZINE The Real Saint L IFE 1* on* long: Ptorr of injutta tico to woman. Fh© 1* dl«cr«d. ited for ©very failure, and Man 1* credited with her ovary eurowii The little honm-ge that haa been < ft ni to her haa always had Ita little Joke tied to It aa big aa the tin oa?i tied to a country dog's tall Mar flattered her by m a King her a symbol of Justice. Then he tied a bandage over her eyes to discredit lb*r Judgments. He made her th# symbol of Liberty, hoping the com pliment would soothe n«r Into forget fulness of his refusal to iet her vote Ha made her the symbol of Patience, because that la a virtue of which he le willing to let her have a monopoly. Fhe Invented leva, he stole th| Idee and made a boy child Love's rep resentattve She invented Christmas, and he made an inane-looking man. teo old to held any other political Job. the Christmas saint It is time. Children Pear, in »hese days when every womsn is demand ing her rights and tearing the veil of hypocrisy off the face of man. that you should know the truth. Yhe saint who floats through your ante-Christ mas dreams, dropping from a reindeer chariot bags of goodies snd toys is a man. is he not? — with a long, white beard snd highly colored cheeks'* Then wake up For while you dream there sits near your bed. unapprecla ted. un sung and undreamt, the real Christ mas saint. Your Mother HER CHEEKS FALK. Her cheeks are pale, thnugh much midnight preparation of your Christ mas gifts; her eyes are not merry, aa were the eyes of the man of jour dreams, they are tender and loving, snd perhaps a little wistful, because your wants are so many and her re- * >urces ao inadequate. But* no mat ter how little she has. there is always -°me:hfng for the children at Chrlst- " as. and (hough every gift repre sent** self-denial, she never tells of * sacrifice, nor complains when the cred.t Is given to ths imaginary old ”'an with the lazy-fat stomach aud the long, white beard. There is always Christmas where thrre Is a Mother It U not a cele bration that depends upon environ ment embracing a toy shop near a 'en 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 alway s Christ* ma» If there was a Mother. A atrin* »f beads, won hy a little cajolery or trade with the Indians s cookey man. a bright red apple a beanba*. or a home-knit mitten, eaved the etooklni bv the fire from the tragic droop of emptlnees and atrlntta of bright- colored corn, with Winter bouqnets of dried grasses and wild berries, gave the house the look of Christmas cheer There le always Christmas where there le . Mother it Is an event that depends not on any man. If It e-re left to man to drnas the Christ mas dolls the net-leaf fashion would *ee a glorious revival, and after two. pr three yeere of worry the word ■'Christmas’ would pass ,wiy to And a resting spot * n th e cemetery of dead languages < RV OF THE WOLF. If It were left to man, the faint cry of the wolf at the front gate would eeare Christmas Day off the calendar With a Mother In the home, there Is some sort of a Christ mas though the wolf le scratching at th# door. True. Children Pear Father will claim the credit because he worked to earn money to give Mother, but no Father work* aa hard to earn money to give Mother as Mother has to work to get it from Father She stand* between your eriea for more and ble demands that there be ■ ess 8he is the middleman who stands between the producer and fhe consumer, and her only profits ure your smiles Christmas morning And your praise and gratitude for the alleged Christinas saint! —-FRANCES L GAR81DE. The Gold 11 itch .* rBeing the Adventures of a Golden-Haired Heiress^ .*£ tJ t By STELLA FLORES Fainceather Fricnde Copyright. ISIS. International News Service. Henry Klionsky. a well-known American long:-distance swimmer, has just succeeded in swimming from Brooklyn Bridge to Bay Ridge, a dis- taii'-e of about four miles, with hands and feel tied, towing a boat in which were seven men. The total weight of the boat and Its occupants wus 1,363 pounds. The swimmer was three hours and ton minutes in the water. Five years ago a bachelors’ chit) was founded in Severance, Colo., with twenty members, but the club has Just been disbanded owing to the fact that all the members are. cr 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 lo her some time back by the Duchess ■** Fife, secured the last maiden signature o/ her royal highness—excepting the signature in the marriage legist or The Duchess signed the Princess’ autograph al bum at Buckingham alace on the afternoon before the redding. A laJv who a noted autograph hunter bad offered the Duchess $500, to be pa d to any charity her royal highness might name, for her last maiden sig- 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 «>r on his back a na - of rather heavy Accumuiaiora to supply Lhe current. EFORE her father’s will is reetl 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, runs over before sailing for Europe alone stands aloof. Beautiful Helen Van Burg, the proudest girl in society, to say good-by and to vow undying friendship. Tom SNAP 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 onteome 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. AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (Novelized fcy) By LILIAN LAUFERTY. The iimn who tells a girl not to talk about things ahe doesn't under stand will uae a lot of ingenuity to keep her from understanding things he does not want her to talk about. Sometimes the man who calls hi* sweetheart a cute kid’’ when ahe plays baby before marriage, will in sist that ahe la acting In a “ridicu lously childish manner” If ©he 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 it, frankness is as dangerous a weapon »s co quetry. SOME MARRIAGES are like treaties between countries that do not apeak the earns language. Love acts as a board of arbitration arvd the two etrange countries meet, join, beoome one. And does the (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.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. And Captain 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 tills apartment,” and as he made his board of arbitration" stay on Its j declaration a smile broadened the firm Job’ Does love remain to keep the peace* Oh. no! The two foreign creatures who are yoked learn to speak a aign language both can un derstand. learn to combine th© cus toms of their countries—or they suf fer the horrors of Internal war! are made with much elegance a rwl leiaure 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 blissfully cer tain of the longed for sure-thing date for New Year's Eve. are like an echo and a forerunner peace on earth and and woman. And. af tne only ’•©al marr that see mi* • .1 ark Jewels from paste. of Thanksgiving Christmas—all Rood will to man ter all. those are ag^s In a world tower to tell . ea 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 Alim 's hiding place. Indignantly tHe captain replied “That door leads to m> bedroom.” "And that one'”’ "Kitchen and servant's room. The two men measured each other Chief Dempster left for a tour of the “kitchen ami servant's” room. "Sit down, Mr. Graham,” said Larry, the hospitable "Your resistance isn't helping your vase. Captain Holbrook.’ sifl Graham, sternly. Captain Holbrook measured this man tiie 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 Yirginius. who had slain his \oung Virginia at the threat of dishonor—and lie 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 shameful guilt smirches a woman who is dragged before the bar of .ins tier in our scandal-loving country. Holbrook squared his shoulders and decided that he must light Aline s fight | alone- against her father if that need he. Stern Measures. The three men. held by such earying 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 tiling through upw. 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 bis 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 bit his lips at the grim irony of it all. "Your warrant?" demanded the Cap tain, w’ith a forlorn hope. "I am the warrant.’ aaid 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 stoppin’ you.” explained Larry 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 \ 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 Larrv llo'- brook hehi 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 rough door and moment. and tumble. Holbrook”—began Chief Dempster in a tone reserved for crimi nals who are cornered and must soon 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 back 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. "(’lose the door, if you please.' said Holbrook. He shrugged his shoulders. “[ can’t stop all four of you And then he opened the called: “Aline, my dear— . . . 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 be 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!” be 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 hurt her loving father, who scarcely knows she is a woman—the father who still dreams his girl is an inno cent child. But she did not speak— she waited her command from tne 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. Ajul “he" meant the man she loved. Another Confession. “You frightened the girl, you two sensational gentlemen, w ith your talk of murder and mv 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 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 ire felt w as 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 father—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. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX A* YOU OWE IT TO HER. TJEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am twenty and have been keeping company with a grtrl one year my junior for the lavt three years and would like to ma.rrv 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. PTER m<vrmpolizing a girt for. three years it is no leae than dishonor-able not to marry her if she tore* y*ou. But twenty is young for a man to marry. Wait at least till you are o: age. HAVE FAITH. JJEAR MISS FAIRFAX: I am eighteen, and deeply in love with a man three years my senior. I have been told by Jealous boys tl^t when I am absent he going wdth other girls. He writes me nice letters, also take* me to theatres, and he says he loveg me, and ^doesn’t go with any girls but me. WONDERING U NLESS a girl has faith aha car never know a happy love affair I if you cannot believe him see no mor< j of hltn. Don’t enter into any re’, j tionship with any one and exp* good results if you are suspicious Once Upon Time C* ME. 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. ”1 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 <me saw f 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 tfedcfc and sensible, and thought they longed to an old lady! So he put to them a pair of spectacles, knltttog needles, a night cap and a Bible! And lots of us, children, dear, wbt want a whole lot of things as we pa*t through life, and are not satisfied witli what is our share, are going to catch It some day, just as this title girl did. * * * Once Upon a Time a little girl aafl a little boy looked in a book and mm 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 pio- 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 room* were hung with sugar plume 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 wher* you said you found us, and let Santa find us?” But she only smiled tenderly at theft 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 und t\ieir 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. A visitor one day mentioned to Vol taire that he had recently spent some time wdth 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 t© 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.” e • * A Scottish farmer recently paid a vi*. 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 t-aid. The Scotsman got a. little nettled at this, and put It down to the English man’s stupidity. “Man," he said at last, “yer cow* moo a’ right, and yer cocks craw quits plain, but I’m hanged 1f I can mak' you oot.” • * • Visitor (sampling stout with dent appreciation.)—Really, this is splendid stuff. They say that it s both meat and drink. Workman (interrupting) — Shure. an’ it’s roight ye are, sor; an’ if V* take plenty av it it’ll foind ya lodg ings, too. How to TAake the Best Cough Remedy at Home A Family Supply at Small Cost, and Fully Guaranteed. Make a plain syrup by mixing 1 plot of granulated sugar and % pint of warm water and stir for two minutes Put ? a ounces of pure Pinex (50 cents’ worth 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 hours. It tones up the jaded appetite and is just laxative enough to be help ful in a cough, and has a pleasing fast* Also excellent for bronchial trouble, bronchial asthma, whooping coufTh Ann spasmodic croup. This method of making cough remedy with Pinex and Sugar Syrup ,or strained honey) is now 7 used in nv rP homes than any other cough syrup This explains why it is often imitated though never successfully. If you try it. use only genuine Pinex, which i? * most valuable concentrated compound Norway white pine extract, and is ricn in guaiacol and other natural heal' 1 ’*? pine elements. Other preparations w not work in this combination. A guaranty of absolute satisfact 1°’ or money promptly refunded, goes w this preparation. Your druggist na = Pinex. or will get it for you. If • send to the Pinex Company. ° r Wayne. Ind.—Advt. ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY FARES BETWEEN POINTS IN SOUTHEAST VIA THE WEST POINT ROUTE $5—OPERA GLASSES—$5 Pearl Opera Glasses of exceptional value for this season of the year— the Xmas Gift for any member of the famil> 4 2 X. Broad. Jno. L. Moore & Sons.—Advt, . i Tickets on sale 20. 21. 22 . 23 . 24. •January 1914. For all December 17, 18. ?5 and 31. 1913 1914; return i mil January 6. u> 1ti nformstion. write to or call on J. P. BILLUPS. < General Passenger Acrent; ^F. M. THOMPSON. District P'assenger Ac*"*- Atlanta, Ga. Advt. COX ^College and Conservatory C«.t Cetw end OiuM'aw'1 noognima nwe ' .*4 mui um Itum. n* ssr'vjTV? most modwn •owpoy wdi, Pj&g l*rofld«nry 1 * ou*h currkeJn™ r«* dr»«n run'nuge from best families of th# Bo»Th *n<l Modem# and alumnae who occupy some of the meet prominent place* In our The prmanT Th** guiding principles In the selection of this faculty I .... member* represent some of the best American and European universities and conservatories Students may enter the different departments to admntag* op the It* «? January Par»n * si-e fryr th«tr daughters the beet lnatmetion under the most favorable surroundings, apifiy f officers and teachers in the literary and conservatory departments » In the selection of this faculty hare been for moral worth end pron'ienT * of the bes T American and European universities and conservatories • the differen* departments to advantage op the is* of January Parents w the best lnatmetion trader the most favorable surroundings. apjJly COX COLLEGE AND CONSERVATORY. COLLEGE PARK. GEORGIA