Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-11-18
Based on George M. Cohan's Play Nov
Running in New York.
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.


Before jackson could express himself
on the feature of industrial life in Jones'
vile, the judges man, Dave, entered
and handed to the judge five cigars. The
latter looked at them.
See here, Dave" he observed, there
are only five cigars here"
Jackson had lighted one of the cigars,
while Wallace put a cigarette into his
mouth. Dave answered Spotswood:
"They won't give six at the drug store, -
he said. HE says they're Ave cents
straight even if you buy hundred
The Judge and the two young men
laughed as the Judge said contritely:
81 thought maybe you'd think that
they were tenners."
ST knew mine was a baritone the mo-,
ment 1 lit it," said Jackson.
THE WILL.
AS the hired man left Sam, the judges
fat son, came In, and with his hat on
his head, put some papers on the table
before his father
That's your uncle's WILL Spotswood
told jackson. You can take this copy
along and read 1t when you have time
(Then noting Sammy This is Sammy.
You would hardly know him. would you,
Jackson?"
Boys had always appealed to Broadway
and he smiled on the fat and sullen Sam
my
well, sammy he said, you haven't
grown very tall, but you've got pretty
wide
Napoleon Bonaparte was short and
stout" was Sans glib response well,
what are you laughing at? He vast 1
seen his picture,
Wallace Joined in the laughter at Sam g
expense and the latter turned to him in
stantly as he saw the cigarette hanging
from the advertising mans mouth,
"If you keep on smoking cigarettes,
you'll weaken your brain, he said
sharply to Wallace.
In an instant his father was on his feet,
saving sternly: Samuel, don't you know
better than to say such a thing"
The boy looked his parent straight In
the eye
well. that's what you told me, pa,
when you caught me behind the barn"
he mumbled.
Samuel was escorted from the room
while the others laughed over the Incl
dent. As they were still bantering the
Judge over the gigantic ambitions of his
son. the doorbel rang and the judge went
to answer It, The moment he had left
the room Broadway turned bruskly to
Wallace.
You see" he said, with trace OF Bit
terness, nothing left but the plant I've
got to SELL"
Not entirely did Wallace agree,
yes, but not at their price. Didn't
YOU hear? The plant showed proit last
year without any advertising.
II can't afford to take a chance, This
is Thursday. He said he'd have to know
by Saturday noon.
That's bluff
You don't seem to realize the enormity
Of the amount" exclaimed Broadway
with visions of lobster palaces. Twelve
hundred thousand dollarsl'
With a pitcher and two glasses on a
tray Mrs Spotswood interrupted their
conversation. 1t was nice cold lemon
AIDE" she had made 1t herself and hadn't
brought any for the Judge, as he didn't
drink it.
Their glasses half emptied, Wallace and
Jackson stared at her.
u put a little drop Of whisky in it,"
she exclaimed. The judge would have Il
at if he knew it was in the house. He's
temperance crank she cunfded, and
eft the room.
When Spotswood returned he explained
that a stranger had inquired az the door
sor Jackson Spotswood had not admit
.ed that ne was inside, but the man mad
nsited that he was sDd said Chat ne