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iW The Men Are the First to Receive Christmas Gifts; a Handsome Assortment of Hints -d, The Real • Saint L IFE It on© Ion* story ®f fnjm .tie* to woman. 8ha It dlacrad. ited for uvery failure, end Man 1* credited with her every success. The little homage that hat been done to her hat always had !ta little Joke tied to It at big ae the tin o^.n ed to a country do* c tall Mar flattered her by making her a^j tymho! of Juatlce. Then he tied a j bandage over her eyes to discredit ia*r judgments. He mod# her th# | symbol of Liberty, hoping the com pllmenf would aoothe her Into forge' fulness of hit refusal to >et her vote He made her the aymbol of Patience, becauee that Is a virtue of which he la willing to let her have a monopoly. She Invented lx»ve, he stole th# idee and made a boy child Love's rep resentative She Invented Christmas, and he made an ins ne-look ing man. too old to held any other political Job, the Christmas saint. It is time. Children Dear, in these days when every woman is demand ing her right* and tearing the veil of hypocrisy off the face of man. that you should know the truth. ♦ he saint who floats through your ante-Chrlstmsa dreams, dropping from a reindeer chariot hags of goodies and toys Is a man, la he not? ► with a long, white beard and highly colored cheeks'* Then wake up For while you dream there aits near your bed unappreciated, un sung and undreamt, the real Christ mas saint. Your .Mother! HER CHEEK H IMI.K. Her cheeks are pale, through much midnight preparation of your Christ mas gifts, her eyes are not merrv, as were the eye* of the man of >«our dream*; they are tender and loving, end perhaps a little wistful, because ' our wants are so many and her re- pources so Inadequate. Hut, no mat- *er how little ehe lias, there is always Fomething for the children at Christ mas; and though every gift repre- e*nts self-denial, she never tells of :he sacrifice, nor complains when the credit Is given to tha Imaginary old n an with the lazy-fat stomach sod the long, white heard. There is always Christmas where there is a Mother. It is not a cele bration that depends upon environ- nn«nt embracing a toy shop nea, a»en- cent store. It depends solely upon the existence of a Mother. In the da vs of the pioneer, when the nearest toy shop was hundreds of miles away, there was alwaj s Christ mas If there was a Mother. A string of beads, won by a little cajolery or trwde with the Indians, a cookey man. a bright red appU, a beanbag. or a home-knit mitten, saved the stocking by ths Are from the tragic droop of emptiness and strings of bright- colored corn, with Winter bouquets of dried grasses end wild berries, gave the houee the look of Christmas cheer There is alwavo Chrlstmaa where there Is a Mother It Is an event that depend# not on any man. If It * p ro left to man to dreaa the Christ mas dolls the fig leaf fashion would *e« a glorious revival, and after two. or three years of worry the word. "Christmas would pass away to find a resting spot * n the cemetery of dead languages. t BY OF THK WOLF. If It were left to man. the faint cry of the wolf at the front gate would acare Christmas Day off the calendar With a Mother In the home, there Is soma sort of a Christ mas though the wolf Is scratching at the door. x 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 w’ork to get it from Father. She stand* between your cries for more ar.d his demands thgt there be less 8he is the middleman who elands between the producer and the consumer, sod her only profits are your smiles Christmas morning. And your pralee and gratitude for the alleged Christmas saint! —FRANCES L. QARBtDE. 7 he Gold Witch ._*e ^ Being the Adventures of a (loldcn-IIaired Heiress ) s By STELLA FLORES F airier other Friends Copyright, lb Hi, International News Retries M7\ U' r'.h Im ■ i' 'i. ~—ic • ."''T 4 ' 11 \ D I S ,/V v >: • rC e- oL" ‘C ■ .-7 jL> ©’ v \ Do You Know— [)> \) ’x 18 J dl T.-?J \ •* s| s r i7 " - 1 }\y j- '< mm ■<*wk Oh x n Mg*!, \ . i Md'\ .Tnitoi- r-r.'• ■■ 1 >■- EFORE heir father’s will is remi the graat 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 Bnrg, the proudest girl in society, runs over before sailing for Europe to say good-by and to vow undying friendship. Tom alone stands aloof. •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 con servatory, where she tries to realize that she is really alone in the world. No, n<Tt quite alone. For Tom, whose pride held him away from the heiress, hurries to sympathize with the forlorn little maid. • SNAP- 1 I SHOTS BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers Henry Klion.sky. a well-known American long-distance swimmer, has ; isi succeeded in sw imming from Brooklyn Bridge to Bay Ridge, a dis- uni't of about four miles, with hands nd feet tied, lowing a boat in which were seven men. The total weight of the boat and its occupants \vi.s 1,363 pounds. The swimmer \.as three hours and ten minutes in the water. Five years ago a bachelors* club was founded in Severance, Colo, with twenty members, but the club has ijet been disbanded owing to the fact that all the members are. < 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 time back by the Duchess of Fife, secured the last maiden signature of her royal highness- excepting the signature ir the marriage register. The Duchess signed the Princess’ autograph al bum at Buckingham alace on t’»- afternoon before the wedding A lady who is a noted autograph hunter had offered the Duchess $500, to be paid to any charity her royal highness might name, for her Iasi maiden sig nature. \ clever American has Invented an electric motor roller skate It is act 5 a;ed by a motor at the back of the skate, but it has the drawback that the skater must carry in his hands or en his back a - of rather hea\; a. < ftmulaiors to supply the cuirent. t By LILIAN LAUFERTY. The man wtio tells a girl not to talk about things she doesn't under stand will use m lot of Ingenuity to keep her from understanding things he does not want her to talk about. Sometimes the man who calls his sweetheart s “cute kid" when she plays baby before marrisge, will In sist that she is acting In a “rldicu- Joualy childish manner" If aha tries tha 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 in in love and not necessarily with another man. For In the hands of the woman who knows how to use It, frankness Is an dangerous n weapon a» co quetry. • SOME MARRIAGES - are like trestles between countries that do not apeak tha same language. Love acta a« a board of arbitration and the two strange countries meet. Join, become one. And does the "board of srblt ration" at ay on Ita Job? Does love remain to keep the peace? Oh. no' The two foreign creatures who are yoked learn to speak-a aign language both ran un derstand. learn to combine the Cus toms of thetr countries- or they suf fer the horrors of Internal war! - are made with much elegance and 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 se* the old year out at a suffragette meeting, in stead of causing her to be Jealous of t-ie young wife who is b issfully cer tain of tha longed for sure-thing date for New' Years Eve *re like an echo of Thanksgiving and a forerunner of Christmas—all P'sce on eartn and good will to man <nd woman. And. after all. those are t'.e only -eal marriages in a world v pow«i to tell teal Jewell eems from (Novelized by} (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 nuturul. 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 1 >empater in his most granite-like tone I He smiled in appreciation of Larry’s j elaborated stage setting, and well-con- I ceived histrionics "You think so?" returned the Cap tain reproachfully. "You re not only accessor> after the fact. Captain Holbrook, but the woman who killed .ludson Flagg ts hidden in this apartment," and hs he made his declaration 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 .Mine's hiding place. Indignantly the captain replied "That door leads to my bedroom " " \nd 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. ’ sjfa Graham, sternly. Captain Holbrook measured this man the District Attorney of the United Slates 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 .Mine’s friend If the evil hour of knowledge must come. He thought of that old Roman father Yirginlus. who had slain his young Virginia at the threat of dishonor- and he asked him- .self what would the District ^Attorney of the I'nlted States do if he knew that his daughter measured up to the standards of those who must he con sidered guilty until proven Innocent. For though the law sa> s 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 tits shoulders and decided that lie must light Aline s tight alone—against her father if that need be. Stern Measures. The three men, held by such varying 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 Chiefs 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 —ami 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 what authority’."’ "Mine." said Graham, Dishing to his doom. Holbrook hit 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 gel 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. "Loui? Fourteenth said. ‘I am the State.’ That misleads you. In America even a district attorney must conform to the laws. Mr. Graham." "T 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 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 giinted a: him while taut muscles rippled and hardened to steel, too. and Larry llo 1 - brook held the citadel of his lady safe from marauding chiefs anti high offi cials. "I KNOW l can stop both of you- and both'of YOU know it," was his st»»rn declaration "We didn't come here for any rough and tumble, Holbrook"—began Chief Dempster ir» a tone reserved for crimi nals w’ho are cornered and must soon acknowledge it. "Thank you," interrupted Holbrook with courtly irony. "But we didn't come here without men enough." lie 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 w r as to he lie himself scarcely knew—but in the back of his mind a plan w’as 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 his shoulders. "1 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 the United States became an oid man. Life turned him around with an abrupt command to "right about face.” and lie looked at the law from the side of those whom he had been forced to drive to doom if they could be proven guiltv. 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 iti heart, j though circumstance has cruelly sul- I lied her life, must chafe in sorrow at j her woman's heritage when she sees | how another man has forced her to S5—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 Sons.—AdYL 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 the captain of her life. “Tell him what you heard in your library,” said Holbrook, calmly. The Chief stood watching Aiine. 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 Cbtef, 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 he felt was disgracing him, but he meas ured disgrace by the pennyweight. "J’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 w’ould be." "I'm sorry, father—awfully sorry," said the girl, ineffectually. “I can’t express my indignation— mv 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 Bv BEATRICE FAIRFAX D YOU OWE IT TO HER. EAR MISS FAIRFAX: • % Once Upon a Time C OME, gather closer, children. Wear, and listen to these Christmas tales I am about to relate. Once Upon a Time There lived a rattle srirl 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.’ kb* grumbled, "I wish I was a woman and wore stockings big enough to hoW 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 th# chimney that night, children, dear, ha saw those stockings large and tWfli and sensible, and thought they bo- longed to an old lady! So he put Id them a pair of spectacles, knitting needles, a night cap and a Bible! And lots of us, children, dear, wht want a whole lot of things as we pagfc through life, and are not satisfied wifii what is our share, are going to catck it utle g some day, just as this girl did. Once Upon a Time a little girl arrt a little boy looked in a book and mm a picture of a kindly faced old man. He had red cheeks, a big jolly stomaoh and a long beard, and he carried a sack on his shoulders filled with tovs. "That is Santa Claus.” their mother explained, and ever after that his pie- 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 thdSr house to live or that they could gn tn live In his house where all the rootne were' hung with sugar plum® and filled with toys. "We don’t see," they grqmbled to their mother, **wfhy 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 ceret to this Christinas 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 vcm 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 recerrtly spent some time with Albrecht Von Haller, tha distinguished Swiss physiologist. "Ah,” said Voltaire, "tie 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 HaBer does not dc you the same justice." "AJas," replied Voltaira, with a grins smile. "Very likely we ane both mis taken.” • * • A Scottish farmer recently \paid a vi*- it to a feouth of England cattle show, and while walking around grit talking with a native farmer. Neither could well understand what the oflher Faid. The Scotsman got a little nettled at this, and put it down to the' English man’s stupidity. "Man,” he said at last, ‘*yer rows moo a' right, and yer cocks craw quit® plain, but I’m hanged if I can mak 4 you oot." * • * Visitor (sampling stout wfifh evi dent appreciation)—Really, ttois i» splendid stuff. They say th«* it is both meat and drink. Workman (interrupting) —jffliur®. an’ it’s might ye are, sor; an\ if V* take plenty av it itTl folnd ye'dodwr ings, too. I am twenty and have been keeping company with a grirl one 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 aak 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 d ishonorable not to marry her if .she loves you. But twenty is young for a man t< marry. Wait at least till you arc o age. HAVE FAITH. DEAR MISS FAIRFAX: 1 eighteen, and deeply in love with a man three years my senior I have been told by Jealous boys that whan I am absent he Is going with other girls. Ho writes , rne. nice letters, also takes me to theatres, and he says he loves me. and doesn't go with any girls but me. WONDERING U NLESS a girl has faith she ca never know a happy love affaT If you gannot believe him see no mon of him. Don’t enter into any re., tlonship with any one and exp* good results if you are suspicious COX rlHsCollege ‘and Conservatory ROUND TRIP HOLIDAY FARES BETWEEN POINTS IN SOUTHEAST VIA THE WEST POINT ROUTE Tickets on saie 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, Cf»x College and Ooneerva»*rT re.cornhied* rao»« ird Citation of rhoroui* toswogjn high ittodsrdi. and • Mrenty years It U * _ muhly offends*! «« bnOM* ‘ Cox Con«e * eat«d near Atlanta, tV mait rooderj for tTwtrwa'** f work. »*v5 i» PffTT “J? ■"■w* 1 ■y* V- | 0 u*h fTirrlcwnnS Cox College has ale-aye ri-awn patronage from the best families of th* Sw^h and poltita rC »o lie many student* and alumnae who orctipy some of the moat prominent plaeee In our ^ The preeen’ staff of oflVars and tear.h-r* In tfie literary and conservatory department! ."JSrSl ' * | T*f» guiding principle* In the selection of this faculty hare been for moral worth and profMency I members represent some of the best American and European unlrcrsls ie* and conserratonf* ^ j Siudenta may enter the different departments to adrantsge on the 1st of Januarr Ps'en** sir* for their daughters the beet Instruction under the moat favorable aurroundlnga. apply COX COLLEGE AND CONSERVATORY. COLLEGE PARK. GEORGIA How to Make the Best Cough Remedy at Home A Family Supply at Small Cost, * nd Fully Guaranteed. Make a plain syrup by mixing t ptnt of granulated sugar and pint of xvarrn water and stir for two minutes. Put oVt 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 reri ?' edy is surprising. It seems to take held almolst 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 Also excellent for bronchial trouble, bronchial asthma, whooping cough and spasmodic croup. This method of making cougb remedy with Pinex and Sugar Syrup <or strained honey) is now used in nv>re homes than any other cough syrup This explains why it is often imitated, though never successfully. If you tn it, use only genuine Pinex. which is a most valuable concentrated compound n > Norway white pine extract, and is r>cr in guaiacol and other natural heah * pine elements. Other preparations ' v 1 not work in this combination. A guaranty of absolute satisfact •' or money promptly refunded, goes wn' this preparation. Your druggist Pinex. or will get it for you. if send to the Pinex Company, ror Wayne, Ind.—Advt.