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© © It Is Easy for a Man to Write a Love Letter to His Wife: Just Enclose a Check © © THE HURDY-GURDY By LILIAN LAUFERTY. iO th* tune of the hurdy-gurdy they danced on the What Is Your Chief Attraction f & at Posed especially for litis page by the Jardin de Danse entertainers. Three types to make you think FOR THE OLD I BY WILLIAM F. KIRK | “H: rOW do I look?" inquired Miss 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 abjut as well keep at ill. I don’t know that I care about being talked so rude to.” *‘I didn’t mean to be rude, Marne," rejoined Miss Tillman, humbly. “It’d 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 >MY. “You remember that young man I told you about who looks and acts so awkward?" asked Miss Tillman. "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 wonder. He 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 abo-ut 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 he asks where would 1 meet him, and A Short Week Tlte 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 made an extra call on a Wednesday. As he was ushered in Miss Mar> Goodley dexterously threw the cloth over Polly's cage Greetings over, there ensued the usual awkward pa ise. which was broken by a squeak from the covered cage: "We!:. I’ll be .everlastingly blessed,’ said Polly, “this lias been a thunder ing short week.’’ I 8*ys 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 too 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 work 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 myself, ‘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 dock actu ally began to ring! Honest, I never felt so funny in my life. Here wai 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 ofT that car in a hurry at the same corner, the clock still ringing.” ’Oh, gee!” said Miss McCarthy. Did the Joe fellow hear it?” "Hear it!” repeated Miss Tillman. “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.” ’ But how did you get out of going to dinner with him?” quorled Miss McCarthy. “I didn’t get out of it. I didn’t seem to have any apirit left in me. 2 Just went. A REAL CUE. “To tell you the truth,’’ went on Miss Tillman after a moment's pause, “I’ve done worse things In my Wf*- That fellow certainly does know how to show' a girl a good time. We had a swell dinner and then w’e took In the best show' in town, and there w'ere roses and a box of candy to take heme with me. Joe certainly does know' how to treat a girl. And he’s smart,” concluded Miss Tillman. ”H« 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 ms to go with him and help him pick out some real swell clothes, and I’m going,” rejoined Mies Tillman, defiantly. Miss McCarthy curved her hand back of her ear and leaned forward as if listening. ‘‘Ting-a-ling-llng!” she chirped. “T hear that alarm clock tuning up to play the wedding march.” His Mistake. In a small country church, not lonfl since, a little child was brought for ward for baptism. The young mini®-* ter, taking the little one in his arm3» 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 grea * labor leader like John Burns; and - is possible he might become Presri* dent. , Turning to the mother, he Inquired, “What is the name of the child”' “Mary Ann,” was the reply. XMAS RATES Reduced over N., C. & St. L. Ry. and W. & A. R. 2. Apply any Agent. GHiCHESTER S PILLS ink. no olio. B..JT of ,„ <r V r !•«»«► noonM Bert.r.m.TJ SOLD BY DRLQQISTS EVERYWHfJE Wilton Jellico Coal 5.00 PER TON Hie Jellico Coal Oi 82 PEACHTREE ST. Atlanta Phona 3688 Bell Phouo Ivy 1585 M ANY years ago they bsni&bed Every thought ct worldly gsmas; AH tfe-s atrenfrtb of youth has vunistiad From tiWPr ‘beat and fVndwr frames. Bwt they Tent, after the tfleanio*. And the -mjnsefa dreamy glow Holds a deeper, sweeter meaning Than the young •nan ever know. But-what ofthe OTHER CHILDREN, bound far from the sunlight's glow, Whose music Is only the throbbing hum of the engine and dynamo? And what of their leaden footsteps that never knew tripping feet— Bhall one ehtld work In the factory and one child dance fttnhe etreet? *♦» *.♦«> <*♦«> They have-loved thetr wntent itereara. They have kissed - in. years -gone by. And a misty - halo hovers O'er -the-loves-HmU-ShuI tn-dte. They can-dream -faded ngtorles. And -each-dream ’will tfcriag-mote; Joy Than -a m-'-Ttlon passkrasotortes Passed between-'avgtrl'ffnd. a boy. Betty Martin. brunette beauty. Beatrice Allen, who dance3 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- ■» " — ' ’ A Tale of an Alarm Clock *+*> By-Maude Miller. \ ydilAT ii your best feature? Do-you ever stop \A/ to take stock ot your face? Have you. Btud- ” T led your flue points and learned to ac cent them—to-briag-thevn into-tbe foreground as it were, and to make them overshadow your facial weaknesses? Specialize on your good points and mercifully veil.your- bad,<ones, 0 ami with no more of a stock in trade-than-.avWiBtful.dimple or a curving smile you may-“arrange"»to r Jje r a ; preUy girl! . Uj) in, the Jardin de Danse - on the New York Roof there are three fascinatingly pretty girls, who. are well dowered by Nature In-diverse ways. Androach one of them is clever enough-to empha size the..good ^ioints-of her pretty face so well-that if there were less good ones no one would-ever c »us- pectjjt. The first head on-, the left;is- that-of the winsome Beatrice Allen. A city street. And all who passed stood smiling to watch their tripping feet; For a child was made for dancing, for glee and mirth and play, And tha Joy of youth setB a Spring-time gleam on tha murk of the Winter day. Lillian Bradley. ental eyes. Graceful contour is the thing Miss Allen strives for. In the centre is Betty Martin, \V1id acce its tine oliarm of Iter soprano voice by the warming smihe that gathers her listeners into a band of friends who are ready to .listen and enjoy. There is some thing personal and intimate about Miss Martin's friendly smile. It curves a kindly mouth into gen erous curve and shows teeth that would sell any dentlfrine. Charm of expression is the point .Miss Martin brings out in .a .fashion to win .friends and admirera. IUsb fLllliun Bradley is m statuesque .Hondo whD cultivates impose of manner, .and very restful are her -steady eyes, well-groomed hair rand well-molded lips in these days of fever and unrest and aero batic grandparents. Grooming :and breeding mato the fine blooded horse and the aristocratic woman thoroughbreds in their -olaas. Arid it is these same Qualities that give Miss Bradley distinctive beauty. We are voung-and we -are- striving For-the things they nsed toccravej They, while splendidly surviving, 3mile serenely at tbe grave. And we straggle-all'too*vainly With the-hope-that'-we-can tall Half the thlnge they" see so plainly. Half the-things they know so well AT TIMES ANIMALS j <t| T is impossible *o exactly imitate the voice of j an animal." said Minna, learnedly. “Some peo- A 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 Sima Then Minns got cross and offered to bet him half a dollar that ho could not execute even a plausible Imitation of an animal. “Any member of the animal kingdom?" queried Sims. "Yes." answered Minns, adding, "I was going to sav ‘except a donkey,’ but I remember that you did that quite naturally." “Done for ten cental" exclaimed Sima. Ho went to the middle of the room, and the others awaited the result. Sims stood perfectly quiet fora minute, then returned to his seat and asked for the ten cents. “What do you call that? That's no Imitation,'' cried Minna. “Excuse me,” observed Sims, politely, "that was a fish." And the others insisted upon Minns parting yitk the money. the little Children labor In the Country of the Free, And the beckoning gleam of the golden sun be a Joy they may not see? Shell we dance to tlte hurdy-gurdy of greed and luat and gold, A*>d buy ourselves a tawdry youth In the pain of a child grown old? A TALE OF A CODFISH J OKIES Is »n h«n«rabl« man And Jones, being an honorable man. la likewise an honest min. Thus It mme about the other day that Jones visited his fishmonger to pay an acoouut. Hr Koddlyn. having received ffia money due, turned Ms buck <or a few minutes till hw wrote a re ceipt And In the short spare of tiiq«» Jones was tempted, and—tell it not In Gath!—Jones lol>. A good-*!*ed eodOsh Jay within reach, and Jones #»pld not revlst the to annex JR Accord* tn&ly tbe «oen found U* way from the slab Into hie tall pockof at least the most of It. as. wifikuMit Jones kAowmg. the tail projected Mr, Koddlyn had the receipt written, and our erring frWvd. iivurtu# received it. turned to leave the stksrp wkth a “Good Amy!* "Good dOvV. eVr, and you,” re-turned the fsfansngsr, and hi* eye falling on Jones’s ©oaftHtaOia. ha oa»U«*i “Oh, by ttu* by. Mj. Jones!” J one-* tunned bock “3axcu«e jus cakUtyt hack. Mr. the man «tf iftsh said; ’‘there something I almost omitted to tell you " "What wan that'?” naked Jones, curiously. ’•Well, Mr. Jones;’’ returned the othnr. significantly. *Hhe ruHCt time you visit this shop, ph ase wear ji oqat with do^pqr pt/okeU, or—or—ar—cominandeor a ghoctar fish!” A Bachelor’s Diary y? Leaves the Nurse By MAX. O CT. 27—No woman has the right to put the responsibility of her conduct on .the man. She ■ho.uld never say. a* Sally Spencer has said, in effect to me: *T love you; I am weak, you are strong What ever happens to us in the future will depend on you." I a in not strong. The man never lived who was strong, if sally w *. 0 a young girl, or an unmarried woman, knowing men ouiy as eho seea thorn in ike heroes in boohs and plays, noi ignorance would be plf.ful, and. in a way. would be her uefena«. But she has been married teu or tw elve } ears to the weakest man ever created. There Is nothing sue docs nut kuow aboul my sex. Keen, observing, of an analytical mind, l have know n her to ;esd a man the firsa time she met him. and to point out Weaknesses and defects which no one suspected at the time,* but which later developed. I have seen her give the man who boasted of his strength such a child like look of admiration that he at once became like putty In her hands, and she did 1U not with any tempta lion to transgress-—Sally, never trans gressed the law. Diary—but Just to prove hi* weakness. 8he is & clever woman, a beautiful woman, a woman bom to love and be loved and is a neglected wife: That is a bad combination. I can think of none worse. She is tired of being a Pullman car framp 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 1 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. dilly dally with It, and temporize with It, sav ing ail the time. “Ah, wh > s afraid of you! You think I am weak like* other men. don’t you? Well. I am not!" And to show that he is not afraid he walks a little closer to It. and dares it. in the maudlin manner of mv conceited sex. to come on! ,And If It hesitates In its advance, he knows It not- for he has begun to pursue It’ Oh. Sally. Sally! You wlno know the men. to talk of our strength. 1 am ashamed of youf October —I have answered Sal- Iv’s leftt last and this is a oopv It mav help me to square myself with mv conscience should such a future adjustment of mv moral accounts be necessary My dear Bally—Your letter Inter ested me so mnch that T have bee-, «n month In trying to frame a repiv Perhaps you may think ! t stra-c- that & man should pause outside heaven's gate and deliberate, if or not. lie will enter, but when he is ho 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 1 was young, that I would scale the waJiu to obtain that for which th«j 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 the aav- i*c grace of a moral sense. "1 would like to keep the slate clean, my dear. No doubt when St. Peter looks at me over the rim of hitt glasses tt will be an accusing eye be cause of the slaughter I have done to my business competitors, and if there ts a crown there for me It will not be double-decked, nor heavy with jewels. But wJl hear no resentment to this custodian of earthly accounts and heavenly jewels. St. Peter was not u business man and simply doesn i understand. “But he was a man on earth at on* time, and knew many women, and for tjuit reason 1 feel satisfied that I will not be judged harshly. There is no page 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 aak for mercy. “I love you. Sally. 1 do not claim It Is entirely a spiritual love. Tiia: variety of affection Is found only In the books, and here, of late, even the romancluts are flavoring It highly with the love of the flesh. I lov* you *ith the love a man gives the woman he would like to marry And» tha' pi«*ans that 1 respect you above n\) other women Would you care to risk that respect” Believe me. dear girt, a man’s respect is worth more than hut love any day. J1 5T K Fill KM). •Ccme home, or not, ae It please* you. You will find me your good friend, as 1 have always been. But It is a friendship that need* watching. Do Y K ou now Sfh'.’e 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 with honey does not travel faster than 12 miles an hour. (irapes contain from 12 to 26 pci cent of sugar—more, that is. than any other fruit. Austria was ih»* first country to adopt u ** system of postcards. This w us iii 1 sCD. anti pruning, and holding back. Ke- ■ member that! "Manette is wpl). Richards Tompkins and the ^other friends in iny home, for I cannot call them ser vants, are* the same dear faithful souls. My sickness taught me many things, and .41 >ng them was that no man need ft-e! friendless so long ns he has an employe. They want to be his friends, and it is his fault if they are not. "We still have and lovo the brown- *Y»d pup. His heart breaks every morning when Manette starts off tc school without him, and heals every night w hen she comes home. "I am leaving the pretty nurse tc the last. \ good girl, Sally: a loving and lovable girl, just fascinating enough to tnuk .* me w'cked in mv thoughts, and Just good enough to make me a better man than 1 have ever been, in my actions "Max.” J Up-to-Date Jokes An old Scotch lady was noticed by her minister to fall asleep every time he preached, while when young men from St Andrew’s University acted a* substitutes for him she remained awake and was most attentive. The minister one day demanded an explanation of her conduct, and she re plied; ”\Yeel, meenlster. I ken the Word of God is safe in your hands; but when the young fellows from fcU. Andrew’s come along, tt takes me all my time to watch them.” • Are vie to hold ragtime revues and other hust ing 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 hud been resting for some time he received a telegram asking him to open on the following Mohda> at u variety theater in the north of England, in reply he v\ ired; “Hegrct can not conic the Act.” -V 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 or.e. "what did 1 Ainderstund you to say that your occupation is?" "I am a piano finisher," answered the witness. "Yes. I sue.’ persisted the lawyer: ’Hut yon must be more definite. Do you.polish them or do you move them?" > A little girl, finding her grandfather I dozing, clambered on to hit knee and endeavored to awaken him by pulling 1 his eyelashes. Annoyed at being dis- ] turbed from a peaceful nap. the old man scolded the child for her roughness. “NYough!” she exclaimed, pouting “1 I wasn't wough. I was only tw.viug lo 'open your eyes by the si wings." AT BAY A Thrilling Story of Society Blackmailers (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.) TO DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “What does he mean by Too«; 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 sec me. * * * I think he is ready to talk now after the effect of the night.” said Graham .n answer to Mine’s questioning look. "Where was he during tlie night.' His rooms?” “The jail." replied Graham grimly. "The JAIL*! WHY SHOULD HE B K 1X J AIL— A N D— I ” "He’s r soldier, me dear.” said Father Shannon proudly, for that this soldier was his friend. “What’s one night’s hardship to a lad like him?” ”^Tr Holbrook, suh,” announced Hattie. There entered Larry Holbrook, jaunty, clean-shaven, well-groomed, self-possessed, and showing never a m;.rk of hardship from a night in jail. Giahaui looked at him quisically. “Good morning!”'bald our Captain, eiusily. "Won't you tell this officer, Mr Graham, to wait in the hall for me?'’ And he looked with quick lift ing eyebrow at Donnell, ex-guardian of c\ camera and telltale pi iteholder— and now guardian-in-chief to one Lawrence Holbrook. Another Scheme. "i’ll answer for Captain Holbrook," said the District Attorney. "All right. Councilor,” Donnell grimed at the prisoner. "Simply obeyin’ orders, Captain." "Certainly,” said Holbrook, in his unruffled good humor, and added quite as an afterthought, "Have 11 cigar?" "Oh—no—sor!” said Donnell, mak ing a hasty exit from the danger zone of “pickings.” The light of mischief went from H» lbrook’s eyes—and another light 1 limed instead. His voice deepened to it& 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 ” it . ited Aline in a flat tone of horror. With lov* she 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 an Tee. "THERE’S NO INJUSTICE WHEN THE 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, for indirection. Your daughter is keeping ill by my advice. Perhaps not the wisest advice—I’m a poor lawyer— sh.* 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. * * * hewed 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 whisper.” 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. 1 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. T KILLED HIM—I KILLED A MAN," moaned Aline “You went to Flagg’s house?” "Yes." "Why ?” "TD telephone ' me to come." What reason?” persisted the Coun cilor. in a tone tiiat lie could scarce keep from being judicial instead of fatherly. 0 be Continued To-morrow