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c« n r ill. The Mgr ridge Game,” a Great Love Story, Will Begin on This Page Saturday. Be Sure to Read the Opening Installment SsM THE A Thrilling Story of AT BAY Society Blackmailer^ Her First Proposal ,st rv»pyrifht, 191.1. Iniemafioral Newt Serrlcw, S' By NELL BRINKLEY fNovellzed by} (From the nlav b> George Scar- • TbirU-ninth Street 1 heater. New Tork. B * t International New - Service.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. She raised her eyes. struggling against the weight of tears on the 1h?' * s She must look at her judge But it was her father' 4 * kind ei «•» she met. and t was her father's kind voire she heard saying: • Yy girl—my little Aline my motherless baby The voice broke down all her self- rontrol. though only its tone, and not Its words, penetrated her conscious ness. ■'Don’t scold me," sobbed the girl. •Scold you m\ motherless baby I am trying with all m> poor might to help you. My little Aline! 1 must still question you -how did Flagg get tfcis- **] don’t know I must have lost it.” And now Gordon Graham spoke with quiet satisfaction. “I see no reason t«» rail this affair a mock marriage.” You don t! t ried .Vine, in dizzy ala r m “That is a lie many a scoundrel has told when he wanted to desert a trusting .tar) innocent young wife,’ ►aid Graham, so well satisfied at the laving of this ghost that he scarcely noticed Aline. The girl had risen and stood sway ing in new horror Wife! Oh no. no. no—Daddy!” The man turned on her in bewil derment “Do you want to believe you weren't properly married?” "Yes. yes," cried the girl, eagerly. That the man fooled you? You want that to he true?" "I don't want to think that I'm his wife -that I'm married to him” The man answered her in horror. "My God- 1 do.” “I couldn'x he his wife now—I couldn’t be” -the girl s voice rose in the shrill crescendo of hysteria. "Well - you probably are his wife,” insisted her father. thanking his Maker that the motherles- bairn his girl-wife had left him had been saved this shame, at least. In a wild abandon of tears and sobs the girl Rung herself across the room and crouched trembling and shaken ainmg the cushions of the great couch. "Oh. why.didn't 1 die that summer why didn’t 1 die I can’t bear it!” «he moaned in utter grief and terror. "Quiet, Aline you must control yourself—MacIntyre and Dempster will hear you." "The whole world may hear me — nothing matters now -why didn't I die while there was time — why didn't I die?" Her hysteria was carrying her past thought of self-control, and horror all bounds- she had given over all unleashed was tearing at her mind. "Aline! Aline*" cried her father. "Don’t you think of yourself now. Hide your grief from people who will use it against you. Think of my name-—our proud name Be a wom an. Aline * • • There was the clamor of an in sistent knock at the door "Aline!" pleaded the man. On the Rack. I'll try daddy She rolled her wet handkerchief into a little damp hall and clutched it for the grip on reality it gave And then, with i w itching nosu.ls that kept back the dying exhalations of her spent sobs. Aline turned to face again Chief 1 >* rnpsier and Inspector MacIntyre If* the wily chief observed that Aline was struggling as does a child that has passed through a wild tem pest of grief and as a woman who faces a heritage of pain, he gave no sign He began with a challenge 1 saw Holbrook in the hall * * • W hat does this mean ’" “1 had Captain Holbrook sent here in care of an officer." answered Gor don Graii am "Why?" "He asked to see me 1 think l should tell you - and the inspector I Hal I have phoned the Attorney (1 est er a 1 and have asked to he relieved from the case all of it If Captain Holbrook is tried I may appear for him his attorney- "That's -rather surprising inter rupted the inspector in a suspicious "Why?" asked the three men in varying tones of surprise. "He has such courage he gives it to me. I feel safer somehow when he is here," smiled the girl mistily. The chief and inspector looked at one another with satisfaction. This admission meant something to them Graham wondered how much Aline had hurt the case. "Keep them separate." advised the inspector. "Why?” asked Graham The chief smiled. '‘Let him come in. Inspector " And so Holbrook was summoned summoned to share with Aline her supreme moments. "Captain, you phoned the paper last mght. telling their editor to suppress a denial they had meant to make of your engagement to this young lady.” "Yes, chief." "Why telephone at that time Just after the murder?" "WELL. CHIEF. I’M ASKIN'. WHEN WORLD YOC 1'H.ONK A PAPER IF YOC WANTED TO STOP AN ITEM AFTER IT WAS <)N THE N 11WS1 TA NJ>?" "Why stop it?” snapped the Jaws of steel. "What was the first thing I told you about the lady and meself?” "That she was your wife.” “THEN WHAT I Ft >OL l I* LOOK DENY IN' WE WERE EVEN EN GAGED" ‘Stalling! ' muttered the t hief to the Inspector- and then changed his attention to Aline. "Miss Graham when did you put on the street dress you wore lust night to Captain Holbrook’s rooms?” "When I decided to go to him," re plied the girl, simply enough. "When was that?" "I can’t tell you the exact hour, Chief Dempster.” "Well we ll let that go. Which door wi re you at when you overheard my report to your father?" "The hall door.” "How were you dressed at that time”" At this question. Captain Hol brooks' Anger went quickly to his lips and he gave the childish little signal for silence. "Wait a minute. You sit over here in this chair In the center of the room. ('aptain Holbrook." said Inspector MacIntyre, with abrupt sternness. The captain obeyed, with a shrug of protest that seemed to wonder what all this fuss was about, any- wmy \ “Aline needn't answer that ques tion." interposed Gordon Graham. "You fear it may incriminate her, Connseolr?” asked Chief Dempster. "I don't think It's relevant.” There was a moment of silence while the Chief framed his question ane w. “Until you put on vour street dress, what had you been wearing?” "An—evening gown.” "The one you wore at dinner las: night when your father and 1 and Father Shannon were at table?” “Yes, sir.” "Did you go out of the house in your evening gown?” "1 put on a street dress to go out as I’ve told you." ' "But your main gays you took off your evening gown and prepared for bed.” "Well?" "Is thit a fact "Yes," admitted Aline "Then after you got ready for bed, something decided you to get up and dress in your street suit. What was that?” "Your telephone message to father.” "I phoned that Judson Flagg had been murdered and there were some features about the case 1 wanted to discuss, didn’t 1?” "About that " "And that decided you to dress again ?” • it did." "And. if necessary, to go to Cap- J tain Holbrook’s room?” J Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX TRY LEAVING HIM. jQKAR MISS FAIRFAX. I have been keeping house for my brother-in-law and his two sons ever since his wife died fifteen months ago. T have grown to lov# him very dearly. I know' he goes to see a young girl and takes her home on Saturday night. She Is very much >*ounger than he. He tells me he is not going to be mar- ried. What would you advise me to do to gain his love, for It will kill me If I lose him” HATTIE C. H E will try to keep you In his household as long as he needs you, and the needs of a widower with two children are urgent. You have made him comfortable, and with n.) result; try leaving him and making aim uncomfortable. Almost Human. There was only one possible ex planation. Either Bill, the butcher boy, had not a nodding acquaintance with the elementary laws of horse manshlp, or else the horse was a reg ular brute. With Its ears well back, It would trot along for a few yards and stop dead: then, without any warning, start off again, only to stop once more a little further on. The wretched Bill, having had two solid hours of this, was almost delirious. “Hallo, my boy,” cried out an inter ested spectator. "What do you keep Dulling that horse up for? Are you ! scared of it?*’ "Scared of it—pallin’ it up?" an swered the almost tearful youth. "Whatcher take me for?” "Well, something's wrong with the horse," persisted the stranger. "You’re right there,” said Bill heartily. "But I ain’t got nothin’ to do with it. Truth is, the beast is go afraid that I shall say ‘Whoa!’ and | he won't hear me and he keeps stop- ' pin’ to listen! See?” The Effect of Moonlight. It was at the seashore, and they ' were sitting on the beach, beneath th« j moon. "What effect does full moon havg upon the tide?” she asked, looking sweetly up into his face. "None.” he replied as he drew closer ; to her; "but it has considerable effect upon the un-tied.” H ER first it Is, loo. So you sec, with that, it is entitled to come in the list of “ter rible minutes!” It might be that it will be their last, but when Youth is this young two round-cheeked things with fraternity pins on their chests, his hair with the convict cut. hers clinched at the nape of the neck with a black velvet bow that butterflies out above her brows and rippling still down her back when Youth is this young it likely should be called the “first,” for there will come others after. Babette is the prettiest girl in school, and she wears her hair in puffs over her ears and her ankles are slim little affairs sheathed in silk stockings. Billy Is a blonde chap with his vests cut extremely high, and his collars deeply pointed, and his coat pinched in the smartest way across the shoulders, and he wears his pipe-like trousers turned up short—so short that it gives him the look of a young heron gone a-wading. Well, it’s a terrible minute. There’s a miserable silence, and even her t>ird and her dog square themselves around and looking him steadfastly in the eye seem to wonder when he will begin. And he wonders if she has any notion of the thing that’s on his mind. If she has, she manage her face pretty well. “But girls are deep," ruminates Billiam. “You never can tell what’s In their heads’” answer that.” ’interposed "Ah let him cried Aline Don't Gra 1mm "You object as her attorney "As my attorney. I hope.” broke in Holbrook, overdoing the matter a bi! in his manifest desire to shield the girl. Vi* >ou trying to manufacture a PRINCIPAL case against me” Why 1 m only held as an accessory AFTER the fa* t. so far ” Chief Dempster continued inexor ably "You wore two roses at dinner. Miss Graham -WHAT BECAME OK THOSE ROSES?" "I don’t know.” faltered Aline "Don't know?" There was the sneer of unbelief in Chief Dempster's tone. "I took them -iff -when I unclasped I this pin that held them." she fa 1 - j tered. Where did you put them ’" To Be Continued To morrow. IDaysey Mayme and Her Folks T HOUGH Father's roof doesn’t leak. l>a\M> Mayme Appleton like «H Utrls jWho have read he testimonials of love in romantic novels, would like to leave it for a *oof of her own \Vh> she lingers so long on Father’s hands she doesn't jnderstand. It remained for her brother. Chaun- 'ry Devere Appleton, the Child Sta tistician, to discover the cause. Hisj report, made in a paper read before the Children's Congress, is Invaluable ms a vindication of the charms of j iny daughter left on Father's hands ' "The price of coal." began Presi- ient Ci aum e> Devete wiping his i mansard brow, "has advanced 19 peri sc“.. in the past ten years; the stove: in which the coal is burned cost* tw.-e as much as the stove before) which Father courted Mother there i- a finer carpet at a higher price. | Bid all the spe*.-al scenery for court- I si nor* cosl that | It was . . ,go? He paused to frown at the wlggly ' cm dren n h.s audience who were iot interested in the problem of hav- i nig fin older si«;er marry off ‘The dres.« which Daysey Mayme w what a dress for a similar occasion cost ten years back. The extra coat of hair must be taken into consider ation, an amount of which sufficient to enthrall n young man will stuggei any father of moderate means. “In brief, to put Daysey Mayme in a pretty parlor, wearing good clothes and with a smile on her Ups from which all thought of expense must be banished, cost 384 per cent more than it would have cost a generation ago Mv figures prove that the get ting of a husband has gone up in price faster and higher than the price of bacon, and only the daugh ters of millionaires can afford to try. Not only," he continued, and tne hopelessness of ever ridding his home of the tyrant rule of an older sister tna-'.e his voice tremble, "has the price of bait gone up 384 per cent, but the banks are lined with a larger num ber of girls who are fishing, there ■are fewer fish in the stream, and these few fish are 3.689 per cent more wary than the fish of several years ago The picture of Dayse\ Mayme spending the rest of her life with a pole in the water overcame him and he burst into Gars —FRASCES L. G 1 RSI nr By WILLIAM F. KIRK. 4 4 | I ing. ' said the Manicure Lady. “I was out to one of them old fashioned country dances, and we had so much fun that we didn’t get home until three o’clock In the A M. I didn’t think when we started that we whs going to have any fun, but 1 was doping it wrong. George. When I wasn’t in the thick of it myself I was enloying myself watching the other folks having their fun And you may believe me. George, they sure did eat that party right up 1 never seen a congregation of people that congregated so joyous" "I used to have a lot of fun at them country dances when 1 was young." said the HeaH Barber "They didn't ever looked pored or have to pretend that they were having a good time they had It.” "We wouldn't have went to this dance if it hadn’t been for brother Wilfred." explained the Manicure Lady. "The poor fellow has took the notion into his head lately that he is a sure enough playwright. 1 guess that plavw right gent that 1 was keep ing company with told Wilfred that he ought to write a play Anyhow, he has started on a rural drama and has two acts nearly did. The name of the drama is ‘In Maple S\nip lime, and Wilfred says that when he has it All did it will be as sweet us Its name, 1 hope it don't turn out to be no such disappointment as most of his poems has; but, anyhow, lie took the notion In his head that he wanted to get a little color for his play, so he dragged j us off ten miles across the lulls to I this country dance, me and sister ! Mayme and some lunkhead friend of ■ Wilfred s that is helping him put the :arm scenes into the play Mayme had to turn him down cold when be pro- ' posed marriage to her on the way home after the dance, but outside of chat everything passed off mighty smooth. "It was kind of funny tp watch Wilfred posing He had a notion in j his head that them simple people would feel embarrassed in his pres- ; cnee. but there wasn't one of them there that knew whether he had ever wrote a poem or not. and 1 guess that even if they had have known they wouldn't have cared They was right there tending to their knitting, d-eng them square dames as if :'m r lives depended on them making evtiy move right and taking them healthy coun try swings when they came back to their partners. 1 danced a few r of the quadrilles myself, but I guess them new dances I have learned lately has threw out of my head all the memories of the old Hquare dances The new city dances has been coming so thick and fast that I have to keep busy learning them. I have seven new dances like the Tango to my discredit now.” "Did your brother get his local color?” usked the Head Barber. “Yes. I guess he did.” said the Man icure Lady, "and a beautiful load on besides. He tempted fate enough to drink about a gal on of hard cider j I and the hard cider went to his soft j head. He came near getting up and j | making a speech to tell the simple ■ country people why he had came there, I but 1 coaxed him not to make so raw | * play, and we got him back into the i sleigh and home wltnout no unpleas- i a, »t happening. Gee. 1 wish I could be j as happy as them country girls was 'ust night! There wasn’t a gent there | that forgot he was a gent. Well, the j dream is over. George Here comes one of my dear customers.” Observant. "Be observant, my son. said Willie’s fatne’ "Cultivate trie habit of seeing and you will be a successful man.” ' Yes." added his uncle "Don’t go through the world blindly. Learn to use your eyes." “Little boys who are observing know a great deal more than those who are not," his aunt put In. Willie took this advice to heart. Next day he informed his mother that he had been observing things. I ncle's got a bottle of whiskey hidden in his trunk," he said; "Aunt Jane’s got an extra set of teeth in her drawer, and father's got a pack of cards behind the books in his desk!" me little sneak! exclaimed the members of the family indicated. Some Reason. The editor of *ihe heart-to-heart talk" column of a dally newspaper re ceived the following letter from a young man: ’ Please tell me why it is that a girl - loses her eyes when a fellow kisses her?" To which the editor, in a fiendish moment, replied: s.—i ior - pnotograpn and par- Uays I can tell >o ,% ‘* a T what ago. Mother; does a child begin to detect its mother in'a ^ falsehood? Maternal reverence. Little One. for bids an answer, but 1 have heard that children of two years notice this: A mother will remind a child it has on its Best Dress and must keep it clean, and five minutes later will say to a neighbor in a deprecating way* “Oh, that is only an old rag. I am ashamed to have the child seen in it.” What, Mother, is meant by a “father's strong hand?” When a woman, Little One. is a wid ow. the people say her children need a "Father’s strong hand.” but when children have a father, this is all “Fa thers strong hand" amoutns to: When they are bad he grumbles to their mother, "Why don't y'ou make those children behave?” What, Mother, is the important dif ference between the sympathy of a Mother and that of a Father? Father. My Child, lias to have had the measles to be able to sympathize with the children, and Mother doesn't. Is there any way. Mother Dear, for a man to get his wife to notice that there is a button off his coat without tailing her attention to it? Certainly, My Child. If a man wants his wife t<> notice that a button is off his coat, let him put a woman's hair where the button ought to be. What. Mother Mine, Is meant by pass ing between Scylla and t'harybdis ’ It means. Little one. the experience of every Mother Vhose children deman<j more money of her. and whose hus band tells her she must get along on less. What is the Daughter thinking about. Mother Dear? Every L>aughter. Little One. is think ing if site were Mother, she would make Father stand around. Heaven, 1 am sure. Mother Mine, will be satisfactory to the women, but will it tie satisfactory to man? Not unless, My Child, he can occa sionally be sent somewhere as a dele gate. What. Mother Mine, is the proof of an ok!-fashioned woman? There are many. Little One, from skirt pockets to heavy hose, but the ultimate proof is her jelly cake No woman an claim to be old-fashioned if her jelly cake has less than nine layers. What. Mother. :s Imagination.’ It is man's favorite name for any thing that ails a woman. What is meant by the expression "se cret sorrow It is a secret every one is ready to give away if sympathetically encour aged. What. Mother, is meant by the words At Home on wedding announcements': ! is the date. My Child, until which * very ne is expected to'keep away to give the bride a chance to get her pic tures hung. rh'.iXCIS L. UARSIDE. THE TEARFUL WEDDING GEEST Up-to-Date Jokes By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. S O she doesn’t want to go to tho| theater with you unless you can buy’the very best seats in the house, and after the theater, when you took her out for some ice cream at the little candy store, she sniffed and began telling you about the fine sup pers some other rr.an give: her when he takes her out. What shall you do about it? 1 know what I’d do about it if 1 were in your place. 1 would stop earing the snan of my finger for what such a goosb of a girl says or hints— or even thinks. What does she think you ;.re-— millionaire—and what is she, pray t 11 —a princess of th< blood royal? What sort of a home lias she—does she live in a palace or in a castle, and how many times does she expect h v friends and acquaintances to kn rk their heads on the floor before they dare to come into her august pres ence? What claim has she to such royal tastes? Is she such a gorgeous beauty that no man can look at her without a dreadful fluttering of the heart? Is she’ an intellectual giantess, whose every word sparkles with the inerusted wisdom of the ages? Or is she just some little pug-nosed, Where No Money Is Used The Island of Ascension, in the At lantic Ocean, is of volcanic forma tion, and lias a population of only 450. it was uninhabited until the confinement of Napoleon at St. Hel ena. when it was occupied by a small British force. Ascension is governed by a captain appointed by the British Admiralty. There is no private property in land, j no rents, no taxes and no use for I money. The flocks and herds are i public property and the meat is is sued as rations. So are the vegeta bles grown on the farms. When an island fisherman makes a catch he brings it to the guardroom, where it is issued by the sergeant major. Practically the entire population are sailors, and they work at most of the common trades. The muleteer is a Jack Tar: so is the gardener; so are the shepherds, the stockmen. the groonts carpenters and plumbers. The climate is almost perfect and anything can be grown round-eyed girl who would never be missed if she stepped right out of the world this very minute? I never Saw a really beautiful or really fine woman in my life who cared a cent about havi.ig people "spend money on her.” ji. to show how much they thought of her. What sort of a wife would a gir! like that make an honest, hard working man? Why, she’d make you live on one meal a day, and that a meager one. just so that she had fine feathers to show her friends to prove how much you loved her. Make a home for you—never in th$ wide, wide world. She'd rather have a two-room flit without a window in the second room and sleep on something that pretend ed to be a bookcase or a writing desk, or anything except a good, sensible bed. and eat on some kind of a shelf rigged up fo hide the gas plate, than to live in the prettiest, most comfort able little house in the world. What she wants is show—display. She'd rather have a hallboy in ba tons at the front door of the fiat than a delivery boy with a good porter house steak and some green vegeta bles at he back. She isn't a real woman at all, this girl of yours, youne- man. She’s just a poor, little, pasteboard imitation — like the beautiful ladies v.ho hold up baskets of flowers in the garden scene at the theater. Turn your eyes away from her, young man; she isn't even worth looking at. DID IT WORK? The Kodak you g<»t Christmas? Bring the films to JOHN L. MOORE SONS for expert finishing. They will also make clear any point you don't under stand. Kodak Headquarters. 42 North Broad street.—Advt. Typewriters rented i mos., $5 up. Am. Wtg Mch. Co. Wilton Jellico Coal $5.00 PER TON The Jellico Goal Ce, 82 PEACHTREE ST. Atlanta Phone 3668 Bell Phone Ivy 1585 Mr. J. 1j. Toole had a great antipathy o street music of any kind. About this there is a story told of him. Th* waits, one Christmas evening, played under his windows, greatly to his an noyance, and on Boxing Day they paid him a visit. "We plated under your window las’ night,” said the spokesman of th« party, when they w^ere shown into his presence. "Well, and what do you want?" quoth the comedian. "We've come for our little gratuity ' "Come for a gratuity, have you?” exclaimed Mr. Toole. "Bless me. 1 thought you had come to apologize!" • • • While travelling on a steamboat, a notorious card-sharper, who wiahed to get into the good graces of a clergy man who was on board, said to the reverend gentleman: “I should very much like to hear one of your sermons, sir.c “Well,” replied the clergyman, “you could have heard me last Sunday if you had been w here you should have been.” "Where was that then?” "In the county jail,” wan the an swer. • • • A gentleman, rushing from his din ing room into the hall and sniffing disgustedly, demanded of Jeamen, the footman, whence arose the outrageous odor that was pervading the whole house. To which Jeames replied: "You see. sir, to-day’» a saint's day. and the butler, ’e's lgh church, and is burning hincense, and the cook, she's low church, and is burning brown paper to hobviate the hin cense.” This is Guaranteed to Stop Your Cough Make This Family Supply of Cough Syrup at Home and Save $2. 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