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e & ® It Is Easy for a Man to Write a Love Letter to His Wife: Just Enclose a Check % § THE HURDY-GURDY By LILIAN LAUFERTY. What Is Your Chief Attraction f s Posed especially for this page by the Jar din de Danse entertainers. Three types to make you think lO ths tune of the hurdy-yurdy they danced on the ^ city atreet. And all who passed stood tmlllnz to watch their tripping feet: For a child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth and play. And the Joy of youth sets a Spring-time gleam on the murk of the Winter day. *'♦'* '*-♦ a * + * Rut what of the OTHER CHILDREN, hound far from th* sunlight's glow, % Whose mnelc Is only the throbbing hum of the engine and dynamo? And what of their leaden footsteps that nerer knew tripping feet— Shall one child work In the factory and one child dane* In the street? *■+* *■+•«' Shall the little Children labor In the Country of the Free, And the beckoning gleam of the golden eun be a Joy they may not see? Shell we dance to the hurdy-gurdy of greed and lust and gold, And buy ourselves a tawdry youth In the pain of a child grown old? A TALE OF A CODFISH J ONES In «n honorable man. And Jones, being an honorable man. la llkewlae an honest man. Thee It came about the other day that Jones visited his flshmonanr lo pay an account. Mr Koddlyn. having resolved the money due. turned Mj back for a few mlnutea till he wrote a re ceipt And In the ahort space of time Jones was tempted, and—tell it not In Uath!—Jones fel). A good-alsed oodfiah lay within teach, am) Jones could not resist the temptation to annex it. Jycc“rd : !»*lr tho fish soon found Its way front the slat) Into his coat-tail pocket—at least th'e most of It. as, without Jones knowing, the tail projected. Mr Koddlyn had the receipt written, and oug erring friend, hartnet received it. turned to leave the shop with a "tiood dayf “Good day, sir. and thank you,'' returned the flsjmvongor, and then, his eye falling on Jones's ooaC'taJia. he oeil.ed by the by HU- d onos!" Jones turned book. -Blouse m* owning you back, Mr. J,ono*;'' 4,h« man at -fish said: “thee* w«« smoothing I almost omitted to tell you." ■What was tha.f’" naked Jones, curiously. ••Wall. Mr Jonas ' unturned the othor. significantly, “the najst time you visit this shop, please wear p cos' with deeper jyockou, or—or—er—commandeer a OUortei fish!” Betty Martin. brunette beauty, Beatrice Allen, who dances so de lightfully. To her grace she adds a face whose lovely oval contour she does not spoil by any set conventional coiffure. Her high piled dark hair em phasizes the soft sweep of line from cheek to chin, and forms a background for her heavy browed Ori- Lfllian Bradley. ental eyes. Graceful contour is the thing Miss Allen strives fnr. In ttie centre Is Betty .'Martin, who acce its the charm of her soprano voice by tire warming smite that gathers her listeners Into a band of friends wlio are ready to listen and enjoy. There is some thing personal and intimate about Miss Martin’s friendly smite. It curves a kindly mouth into gen erous curve and shows teeth that would sell any dentifrice. Charm of expression is the point .Miss Martin hrings out In .a fashion to win .Mends and admirers. Mias HiilUan Bradley is ra etatuasgne rhhontte Who cultivates repose of manner, and very restful are her -steady eyes, well-groomed hair and weilmiolded lips in these days of fever and unrest and acro batic grandparents. Grooming and breading nuftas tire fine blooded horse and the aristocratic woman thoroughbreds in their class. And tt is these same qualities that give Miss Bradley distinctive beauty. By Maude Miller. W HAT Is-your best feature? I)o-you ever stop to lake stock ot your face? .Have ypuustud- led your Quo poiuts and learned to ac cent, them—to bring-t.Uejn into-the foreground-»fu it were, and to make them overshadow your facial weaknesses? Specialize on your good points and mercifully veil your bad odes, and with no more of a stork in trade LUan .avWl^tfHl dimple or. a curving smile you may-"arrange” t,o i* e a r pretty girl I Up in the Jardlti de Danse on-the New York Roof there are three fascinatingly pretty girls. Who ,are well dowered by Nature in diverse ways. And each one of them is clevor enough to empha size the good points-of her pretty face so well that if there were less good ones-no one would ever sus pect Jt. The first head on the-left Is that of the winsome Beatrice Allen. FOR THE OLD BY WILLIAM F. KIRK - M ANY years they banished Every thought ot worldly games; Ail the strength of yoath has vanlsbsd From iflfedt bent amd stendfer frames, Btrt they rest, after the .gfeantng. And tho -sunset's dreamy glow Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning Than the young -can over know. <**♦£ They have -loved thefr ardent Movers, They bave-ktssediln.ywars-gone-by. And a -misty halo-hovers O’er-the loves -that-had '.to -die. They -can -dream -of Matted -glories. And'‘each-dream -will ttrrlngrnroceS Joy Than a »fft?on passion stories Pa3sed' t>etween--a; gtri and -a boy. ■ <$>♦<»> ■*>♦<?• We are young-and we are striving For-the things they used to-crave; They, while splendidly surviving. Smile serenely at the grave. And we struggle-all 1 too-vainly With the hope-that we can tall Half the things they see so plainly. Half the things they know bo well j AT TIMES ANIMALS ] ^ '—' 4 4 ¥ T Is impossible to exactly imitate the voice of I an animal,” said Minns, learnedly. “Some peo- * pie reckon that they are very clever in imita tions of that kind, but anyone who knows can see that they are all out." “Who told you that you were a judge?" asked Sims. Then Minns got cross and offered to bet him half a dollar that he could not execute even a plausible imitation of an animal. “Any member of the animal kingdom?" queried Sims. "Yea,” answered Minns, adding. "I was going to sar ‘except a donkey/ but I remember that you did that quite naturally.” “Done for ten cents!” exclaimed Sims. He went to the middle of the room, and the others awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet for a minute, then returned to his seat and aske.d for the ten cents. -What do you call that? That’s no imitation/* cried Minns. “Excuse me,” observed Sims, politely, “that was a fish.” And the others insisted upon Minns parting with the money. A Bachelor’s Diary •-* He Leaves the Nurse AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers By MAX. O CT. 27—No woman has the right to put the responsibility of her conduct on the man. She should never say, mb Sally Spencer haa said, in effect to me: “I love you; I am weak; you are strong. What ever happens to us in the future will depend on you.” 1 am not strong. The mun never lived who was strong. If Sally were a young g.-i. or an unmarried woman, knowing men only ua she aces them tn the heroes in books aim plays, nei Ignorance would be pitiful, and, In a way, woula be her uelenst. iiut sue has been married ten or twelve years to the weakest man ever created- There is nothing j»he does not know about my sex. Keen, observing, of an *nal> tical mind, l have known her to read a man the lirst time she met him, and to point out weaknesses and defects which no one suspected at the lime, but which later developed. 1 have seen her give the man who boasted of his strongih such a child like look of admiration that he at once became like putty in her hands, and she did it. not with any tempta tion to transgress—Sally, never trans grossed the law. Diary—but just to prove his weakness Fhe is a clever woman, a beautiful woman, a woman born to love and be loved and is a neglei ted wife! That Is a bad combination 1 can think of none worse. She rs tired of being a Pullman car tramp and wants to come home 1 would ask the pretty nurse to marry me. and run away from temptation but what manner of a man would J be to sacrifice a girl in that fashion” And. besides, no man likes to run from temptation. He likes to hang around it to prove he is not afraid. He likes to flirt with it (Silly daily with it, and temporise with It, say ing ail the time. Ah who's afraid of you! You Think I em weak like other men, don't you? Well. I not!“ And to show that he is not afraid he walk* a little closer to It. and dares It. In the maudlin manner of my rojicelted sex. to come on! And If It hesitates in Its advarvee. he knows It not. for he has begun to pursue It! Gh. Sally Sally' Yog who know the men, to talk of our strength. I am ashamed of you! October 28—I have arsurered Sal- lv*s letter ot last, and this Is a copy It may help me to square nyself with my conscience should such a future adjustment of my moral accounts be r. ecesssrv. “My dear Sally Yo U r letter Inter ested m» so much that I have been «i month in trying to frame a reply Herhaps you may think It stra:i|*i a man should pause outsiae heaven's gate and deliberate, if or not. he will enter, but when he la so worldly wise that an imagination quickened by other men's experience pictures a gibbet within the walls. It Is not strange that he hesitates and may turn away. “There was a time, my dear girl, when I wan young, that I would scale the walls to obtuln that for which the gates are now opening Inward for me. but the spirit of adventure cools with the years, and a man who has been decent almost half a century has a pride In his record that has tho sav ing grace of a moral sense “1 would like to keep tho slate clean, my dear. No doubt when St. Peter looks at me over the rim of his glasses it will be an accusing eye be cause of the slaughter I have done to my business competitors, ami if there is a crown there for me it will not be double-decked, nor heavy with jewels. l.tut will bear no resentment to this custodian of earthly accounts | and heavenly jewels. St. Peter was not a business man and simply doesn t I understand. “But he was a man on earth at one | time, and knew many women, and for that reason 1 feci satisfied that I will not be judged harshly. There is no pugs In the account book bearing my name that Is darkened by any wom an's shame. Surely the wolf that has fought only other wolves, and never attacked a sheepfold, will not have to ask for mercy. “I love you, Sally. I do not claim it is entirely a spiritual love. That variety of nffectlon is found only in the books, and here, of late, even the romancists are flavoring It highly with the love of the flesh. I love you with the love a man gives the woman he would like to marry. And that means that 1 respect you above all other women Would you care to risk that respect? Believe me. dear girl, a man's respect is worth more than his love any day. Jl JIT A PKIIIND. “Come home, or not. as it please* you. You will find me your good friend, as I have always been. But it 4 is a friendship that needs watching, Since woman suffrage was granted in Illinois there have been three elec tions. and on each occasion less than 10 per cent of the women voted. A bee. unladen, will fly 40 miles an hour, but one coming home laden I with honey does not travel faster than 12 miles an hour. Grapes contain from 12 to 26 per cent of sugar-more, that is, than any j other fruit. Austria was the lirst eountrs to 1 adopt the system of postcard.. This was in 1S»09. and pruning, and holding back. Re member that! •■Manette is well. Richards Tompkins and the other friends in my home, for 1 cannot call them ser vants, are tho same dear faithful souls. My sickness taught me many things, and among them wassthat no mun need feel friendless so long e* he has an employe. They want to be his friends, and It is his fault if they are not. “We still have and love the brown eyed pup. His heart breaks every morning when Manette starts off ft school without him, and heals every night when she comes home. ' I am leaving the pretty nurse tc the lmst A good girl. Sally; a loving and lovable girl, just fascinating enough to mnk me wirked in rm thoughts, and just good enough tc make me a better man thfcn J navi ever been, in my ac tions. HA3t* Up-to-Date Jokes An old Scotch lady was noticed by her minister to full asleep every time he preached, while when young men from St. Andrew's University acted as substitutes for him she remained awake and was most attentive. The minister one day demanded an explanation of her conduct, and she re plied; “Wed, ineepister. 1 ken the Word of God is safe in your hands, but when the young fellows from St. Andrew’s come along, it takes me ail my time to watch them.'' Are we to hold ragtime revues ami other hustling forms of entertainment responsible for the following tragedy? A music hall artist who used to tour the provinces with a flock of performing ducks found managers no longer willing to book his sedate show. After he hail been resting for some time he received a telegram asking him to open on the following Monday at a variety tlu-aier in the north of England. In reply he \\ ired: “Regret can not come. Have eaten the Act.” A witness in a particular case had | been examined by the lawyer of the plaintiff and was turned over to the lawyer for the defense for cross-exami nation “Now. then. Mr. Smith." began the legal one. “what did I understand you 11» say that your occupation is?" "I am a piano finisher," answered the witness. "Yes. I sec." persisted the lawyer; but you must be more definite. Do y»»u polish them or do you move them?" A little girl, finding her grandfather dosing, clambered on to his knee and endeavored to awaken him by pulling his eyelashes. Annoyed at being dis turbed from a peaceful nap. the old man scolded the child for her roughness. “Wough!” she exclaimed, pouting. “I wasn't wough. I was -onl> twying to open jour eyes by thti stwings." (Novelized by) (From the play by George Scar borough. now being presented at tho Thirty-ninth Street Theater, New York. Serial rights held nnd copyrighted by International News Service.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “What does he mean by flood: about?’” she quavered. "Search/I suppose,” said her father. "For what?” "Evidence—do you fear it?” "No!” But her own fluttering heart told her how she feared—everything. “A taxicab!” exclaimed Father Shannon, who had never left his post at the window. “Here!” exclaimed Graham. “Captain Holbrook and another man.” “He’s asked to see me. * * • I think he it? ready to talk now after the effect of the night,’’ said Graham .n answer to Aline's questioning look. "Where was he durlhg the night? His rooms?” "The jail." replied Graham grimly. “The J AID! WHY SHOULD HE BE in JAIL AND—I “ "He’s a soldier, iny dear." said Father Shannon proudly, for that this soldier was his friend. "What's one night's hardship to a lad like him?” "Mr. Holbrook, suh,” announced Hattie. There entered Larry Holbrook, jaunty, clean-shaven, well-groomed, st-ll*-possessed, and showing never a mark of hardship from a night in jail. Gi a ham looked at him quisioally. “(flood morning!” said our Captain, easily. "Won’t you tell this officer. Mi. Orr ham. to wait in the hall for me?” And he looked with quick lift ing eyebrow at Donnell, ex-guardian of i camera and telltale platenolder—- and now guardian-in-chlef to one Lawrence Holbrook. Another Scheme. "I'll answer for Captain Holbrook.” sail, the District Attorney. “All right, Councilor.” Donnell grinned at the prisoner. “Simply obeyin’ orders. Captain.” "Certainly," said Holbrook, in his unruffled good humor, and added quite as an afterthought, "Have a clear ?” "Oh—no—«or! ” said Donnell, mak ing a hasty exit from the danger zone of “pickings.” The light of mischief went from Hi 1 brook's eyes—and another light burned instead. His voice deepened to its rare tone of protecting tender ness. as he went to the one woman In all the world. “They let me stay in my room—and you—they took you ” recited Aline in a flat tone of horror. With love phi had no part now—but fair play- fair play—that must be seen to at once. “Don't bother about me. I was perr-fectly comfortable,” said the Captain with a warm smile and the lure of the Blarney in his mellow voice. “But the injustice of it—I can’t live and " The girl was wild past all discretion now—she burned with hatred for her own numbing cow ardice. “THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN T11E FOX HOUNDS FOLLOW THE RED HERRING THAT YOU DRAG OVER THE TRAIL—I WANTED THEIR ATTENTION TO ME ’’ "'Red herring?'” queried the Dis trict Attorney. "I’ve got to take-notice of every admission, direct or indirect, Captain, that you make in my hear ing.” Holbrook faced him and spoke with a seriousness that weighted every word with force. “There isn't lime, Mr. Graham, fqr indirection. Your daughter is keeping still by my advice. Perhaps not the wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer— she needs the best. My night in the jail gave my slow wits time to go round the matter. It’s too serious to deprive the girl of counsel. MR. GRAHAM. YOU’LL HAVE TO PART COMPANY WITH DEMPSTER!” “Right—quite right, Mr. Graham,” added Father Shannon. “You mean?” asked the father, look ing at his daughter. • • • She bowed her weary head beneath its weight of same and woe. “You are involved in this thing?” breathed the man slowly. "Yes. . . . awfully," sobbed the girl in the relief of expression. Quickly spoke her champion, “Self- defense, sir.” “You mean—the killing!” gasped the horrified father. “Sh! Those are thin doors—only a w hisper," said the captain, ever alert for ambuscade. “Tell me ■” groaned Graham. “YES, I KILLED HIM. DADDY; 1 KILLED HIM." sobbed Aline. "My God!” whispered the sworn foe of all criminals. “There's no evidence whatever. I broke the negative from the camera. Nobody knows Aline was out of the house,’’ the captain hastened to as sure him—with the assumption that the dispenser of justice was ready to foil his grim idea of "an eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth” now. “I KILLED HIM—I KILLED A MAN/’ moaned Aline. “You went to Flagg's house?” “Yes." “Why?” "He telephoned me to come.” “What reason?" persisted the Coun cilor. in a tone that he could scarce keep from being judicial Instead of fatherly. To Bo Continued To-morrow. s A Tale of an Alarm Clock f ow do 1 look? ” inquired Miss l—l McCarthy, as she circled * * about In front of the mirror In the rest room. “You look fierce, Marne," said Miss Tillman with an obvious effort. “That color makes you look like a ripe squash.” ‘Well!” exclaimed Miss McCarthy, stiffening angrily. “Of all the nerve! If you can't think of something po lite to say. Jen Tillman, you’d just about as well keep still. I don’t know that 1 care about being talked so rude to.” *‘I didn’t mean, to be rude, Mame,” rejoined Miss Tilhnan, humbly. “It's only just that when it comes to fibs. I'm on the water wagon." "You!” shrilled Miss McCarthy, for getting her indignation in her aston ishment. “Since when, please?” “Since last evening. I found out it ain’t healthy for me to lie." “Go on and tell It,” said Miss Mc Carthy. THE YOUNG MAY. “You remember that young man 1 told you about who looks and acts so awkward?” asked Miss Tillman. I says I’d meet him on such and such a corner, having no more Idea of do ing it than anything. I thought I’d pretend afterward that I couldn’t get away from work until it was toD late, or something “Well, nothing would do Wednes day morning but that I should bring down pa’s alarm clock to get it fixed. It had quit w'ork and he loves his clocks better than he does his folks. So that night when I was ready to go home I beat It over to the car with the alarm clock under my arm. Well, who should I see at the very corner where I was going to get on the car but Joe, the fellow I had promised to meet there! “Thinks I to m ye elf, ‘Here's where you get yours, all right.’ But I sneaked around back of the crowd and got in the car. Then that fool ish, weak-minded alarm clock actu ally began lo ring! Honest, I never felt so funny in my life. Here was little me, all tucked in behind a fat woman and my face all covered up with my hat, and there was the alarm clock yelling its head off! I got off that car In a hurry at the to dinner with him?” queried Miss McCarthy. “I didn’t get out of it. T didn't seem to have any spirit left in me. I just went. A HEAR CUE. "To tell you the truth,” went oit Miss Tillman after a moment’s pause. “I’ve done worse things in my life That fellow certainly does know how to show' a girl a good time. We had a swell dinner and then we took in the best show in town, and there were roses and a box of candy to take home w'ith me. Joe certainly does know how to treat a girl. And he’s smart,’’ concluded Miss Tillman. “He knew I didn’t want to go places with him and coming home he asked me why. And I told him.” “Gee. you never did!” ejaculated Miss McCarthy. “What did he say? “He asked me to go with him and help him pick out some real swell clothes, and I’m going,” rejoined Miss Tillman, defiantly. Miss McCarthy curved her hand back of her ear and leaned forward as if listening. “Ting-a-ling-ling!” she chirped. “T hear that alarm clock tuning up to play the wedding march.” “Well, I’ve been trying to dodge him for the last couple of months Still, when it comes to candy and flowers and such things he's a wondef. He same corner, the clock still ringing.” “Oh. gee!” said Miss McCarthy. Did the Joe fellow hear it?” "Hear it!" repeated Miss Tillman. was Just crazy to take me somewhere, but I simply couldn’t stand the thought of going any place with a fellow that looks so hayseedy. “I kept putting him off until last week, and then he got so determined about my taking dinner downtown with him and going to a show after ward that, honest, there didn't seem to be a thing more that I could say against it. Finally I just said that I would go Wednesday night Then “I should say he did. And he wasn’t the only one. Before it got through I think everybody in the world heard it. Everybody began laughing and crowding up to see what was going on, and just about the time a police man was trying to get in to see what was the matter Joe came up.” “Aw. say, wasn’t that too bad?” cried Miss McCarthy, sympathetically. “Well, to tell you the truth,” ad mitted Miss Tillman, “he looked kind of good to me then for once in his life.” he asks where would I meet him, and A Short Week The Goodleys once had a parrot. Of course, it was a perfectly respectable bird, occasionally, but on Sunday evenings, when Mr. Saintly paid his regular visits, it was deemed advis able to cover Polly with a cloth. Recently, however, Mr. Saintly took advantage of the half-holiday accru ing to him through the Shop Act, and I made an extra call on a Wednesday, j As he was ushered in Miss Mary Goodley dexterously threw the cloth j over Polly’s cage. Greetings over, j there ensued the usual awkward pause, which was broken by a squeak from the covered cage: “Well, I’ll be everlastingly blessed,” said Polly, "this has been a thunder ing short week,” ' “But How did you get out of going XMAS RATES Reduced over N., C. & St. L. Ry. and W. & A. R. R. Apply any Agent. '*■»**■• Ait 7«ar uric« . I Ids in Red *ni * #ld ^ £?*“• *«8l«d with Blue RiU Teke »• other Bnjr of j A*icforCiri.Cn UI4MOND ,'tRAMl §»i”l kno^ at Best. Safest. A!w» SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVER His Mistake. In a small country church, not long since, a little child was brought for ward for baptism. The young minis ter, taking the little one in his arm*, spoke as follows; “Beloved hearers, no one can fore tell the future of this little child. He may grow up to be a great astrono mer. like Sir Isaac Newton, or a greut labor leader like John Burns; and is possible he might become Presi dent. Turning to the mother, he Inquire':, “What is the name of the child?" “Mary Ann,” was the reply. Wilton Jellies Coal 5.00 PER TON The Jellico Coal Co. 82 PEACHTREE ST. Atlanta Phone 3668 Bell Phone Ivy 1585