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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-04
CHARMING MILLINERY
is BEING SHOWN BY
MISS PEARL HARDY
MARTHA RANpoLpA

y
A charming millinery salon IS that of
Miss Pearl Hardy, in the Hillyer Trust
building It is something different"
in every detail from the usual estab-
llshment Of the kind An air of indi-
vldual taste and a decided tendency
toward the French type of millinery
shop, in the artistic apartment itself.
in the courteous service of well
govned attractive women. and in the
charming chapeaux on display, offers
an irresistible appeal TO the woman of
discrimination.
Miss Hardys shop is modelled after
the chic little shops in Paris, with it's
parlors finished in a soft French gray
and with rugs and draperies in Colour
de rose
In these artistic rooms the woman on
a shopping inspection comes in contact
with the we'll gowned women of the
city and with many out-of-town peo-
pie who have the discriminating taste
and the knowledge of where 10 find the
hats which appeal to their artistic APP
probation.
Miss Hardy. the Charming young
woman who owns the shop and under
whose exquisite taste the hats are Sc
lected and prepared, says My Gus
toners are of the very best people. and
that is what contributes largely toward
making my work a real pleasure They
appreciate nv sincerity in giving them
the best, and also my ability to suit
the individual taste
There are no wholesale duplicates Of
hats. in Miss Hardyis shop. and the
woman who recognizes her style in a
pretty hat can be assured that her sat
isfaction in it's charm will not be dis
PEELED after the purchase by seeing on
another woman a duplicate of her own
possession Individual expression is be-
slowed in every creation in Miss Har-
dy's esta hrent She suits the hat
to the wearer and. with her good taste
never fails to give the right hat to the
right woman And that is one Of the
most important things to be observed
in the selection Of hat and one that
the average woman most often neglects
The hats now on splaY in Miss
Ear6y's parlors are beautiful exam
pies of the summers styles They have
the soft. rolling. upturned. vide brim
effect, with garniture OF softly tinted
flowers or ribbons. There are also eX
ampleS of the tailored style which de-
pend for their effect on smart lines and
their suitability to the face they frame
The range in prices for these hats will
suit every taste and npon the simply
made hat of small price is bestowed the
same thought as to detail and becom-
inaness as upon the handsome dress
hats for afternoon and evening wear.
Associated With Miss Hardy in her
salon is Miss Leig. OF New York who IS
winning the esteem and confidence Of
the patrons of this shop by her charm
ing personality and good taste in her
work
The shop occupies an entire floor sit
uate6 in the new building of the Hill
yer Trust COMPANY and may be quick.
Is reached b. competent and cleanlJ
elevator service.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-05-04

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II Mrs Frank Pearson we'll
Of Mrs Pearson has not yet deeid-
She go ed If she will do this She has
prospec- oen SO ons 'aenha WIN NE IN
tive candidate operate lsurels - ~, ~ $50 - r
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nave known Mrs Pearson and have
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world her
private ture career will then be decided
ras,aano.s ,ho t.. s,,-. .. ~, upon.
friends ~ ~ ~ ~
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tenton Of the grand singers of
she appeared n Baptist
the Georgian Terrace in aid Of The
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residents
ING "tu wy !" "7 aies years n
1heS All eNlTesse zeeh ana
delight of the famous Bostonan said to
the concert crowded around her opera
COMPANY ever orgsazed They we're
velvet" also in similar conpanv which
sans all summer her many wears
another GROUP and so on
FINAL, decd
'front.'
trusted Their
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"Are you asking for a list Of my
acquaintances?" Stanton ironically 10
sponded.
"Well, I don't want to play deteo-
tive, but that was a funny kind Of in
digestion you had, according to Mr..
Floyd's account. Some Of the other
racers might have wanted to keep
you out of the way"
mo! Do you think you are talking
Of horse-traders? Once for all. there
is nothing like that done"
Which was very true. But after the
subdued medical man had departed.
the jug of yellow roses caught STAN
tons eye. A card was dangling from
the stems. card. blank this time, ex-
cept for a penciled legend
$50 glad you were able TO race, but
so sorry you lost to the Atalanta."
There was no need of signature.
| Stanton very carefully tore the card
into illegible fragments, dragged out
the flowers to fling them into the arid
| fireplace, and rang the bell.
Bring fresh ice-water," he babe
the bell-boy who appeared. And a
timetable for New York"
However, he did not leave Lowell
that day, detained by Mr.. Green with
score of appointments and arrange
ments. Nor was it until two days later
that he found himself free to seek the
address in upper New York which he
had wrested from the reluctant assist
ant manager
"Floyd asked me not to give it to
people" Mr.. Green had protested.
did he ask you not to give it to
me?"'
mo, but"
VERY good l am not people"
Don't you see him enough at race
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here, you came near breaking your
wrist with her car, and her dinner
seems to have poisoned you. What
did she give you, lobster and Ice
cream"
"No-I hardly know. l never care
what I eat" He passed his hand I'm
patiently across his forehead, sudden
ly giddy.
Floyd leaned nearer.
stanton, how did you feel? What?
Tell me; I'm not just curious"
Nausea, violent successive attacks
of seasickness that left mo too weak
to stand. I've got the headache yet"
His voice died out; he had vague
impression Of Floyd starting up and
coming toward him.
81 had to make the doctor steady
me with some drug so I could race"
he resumed abruptly. I'm brute
enough without that in me, Floyd"
FLUSH, try to rest" urged his mech
anician's earnest young voice across
the mist.
I'm tired" he conceded.
II seemed to him a long time after
ward that a sensation Of exquisite
GOODNESS extinguished the flame-like
pain binding his temples, although the
rich sunset glow was still in the room
when he opened his eyes. Floyd was
bending over him, bathing his fore
head with light, firm touches. STAN
the savage irritabilty of strong man
What a position for you and me!
What will you do for me-the engine
is shaking loose from the chassis, by
the feeling? Get your tools"
Don't try to talk. have sent for
a DOCTOR" soothed Floyd. "You are
all right. Here" hand was slipped
behind his head, glass Of water held
to his lips. Drink this"
"You might have been a nurse, )"
Stanton wandered dreamily. Your
sister couldn't do better. And you're
so nonsensically good-looking! Floyd,
the feverishly brilliant eyes flashed
wide, what is your sisters name?"
"Jessica."
"Jesse-Jessica"
1--WE are twins; I told you that
They named us SO purposely."
The heavy white bandage encircling
his mechanician's left arm caught the
patients failing attention.
you've had a bad day; go home
and rest" gasped Stanton the brute
before things slipped from his ken.
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In the midst Of the Joyous tumult,
Floyd descended. stiff and weary
enough after the continuous run of
Ave hours and fifty-eight minutes. But
Stanton did not follow; leaning upon
bis stesring-wheel, the focus Of snap
ping cameras, curious crowds, and
blended congratulations and sympa-
thy. Only when one OF the judges
came over to shake hands, was the ex-
PLANTATION made evident.
"If / am to get out, some one will
have to help me-" announced Stanton
lmpassively, and unclasped his mask,
barring a face gray with exhaustion
under its coating Of caked dust.
And, In fact, 1t was necessary to aid
the cramped, over-taxed driver to dis
mount from his car; to the wonder OF
all those familiar with his usual su-
perb endurance.
A little later Floyd, some Of the
CRIME removed, somewhat rested,
and Issuing from the ambulance sur
geon's care with his arm bandaged In
civilized fashion, felt touch on his
shoulder.
I'm going to get out Of this up
roar" Stanton briefly impaired. Come
with me; send for your things and
stay at my hotel tonight"
Floyd drew back, hesitating oddly
I'm sorry" he began.
Stanton's straight dark brows con
tracted.
"You mean that you don't want any
thing personal to do with your brute
Of driver? Oh, say So"
mo, no! Only-I-"
The steel-keen eyes sent one direct
glance into the troubled gray ones.
"Good-by," pronounced Stanton def
nitely, and turned on his heel.
"Stanton!" cried Floyd, in distress
The other kept on, unheeding.
"Stanton!" Floyd appealed, overtak
ing him. please give you my
word | never meant that. I've got
to be back at my own hotel, tonight
that was all. I'll do anything you
say"
Stanton slowly halted.
"Will you come with me now, to
dinner? Suit yourself"
/ 'Td like to-" was the humble sur
render. Like a woman, Floyd yielded
to a superior will; like a man, there
were no small reservations In his
yielding.
There was a taxicab waiting; to II
Stanton led the way.
The destination was one OF the
large hotels of the city, and neither
Of the companions We're dressed fol
the public dining-room. In the
guest-crowded lobby Stanton paused
to order dinner sent to his own apart
ment, perfectly Indifferent to the sen
sation caused by their entrance.
"You are unwell, sir?" the clerl
ventured, regarding him wide-eyed.
NO" he denied laconically.
But he looked far more fatiguet
than his comparatively frail mechan
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ician, nevertheless. Fatigued, and I'll.
you didn't hurt yourself In our up
set, I hope" Floyd said with anxiety,
when they were alone in the stiff, i'm
personal hotel room.
mo. / had bad night of it," STAN
ton explained. He sat down in an
armchair, resting his head against the
cushioned back. Make yourself COM
Portable as you can, Floyd. There is
nothing the matter with me-there
can't be, l never was sick a day since
/ can remember. Probably | need
feeding; I've eaten nothing since that
COMPOUNDED dinner last evening, and
it is nearly six o'clock now"
But, after ALL when the food was
brought, Stanton could eat none Of
it; although maintaining a pretense
Of doing so, which forbade his COM
panion to comment upon the fact.
Were you feeling i'll yesterday"
Floyd inquired, when the last course
was removed and they were left to
themselves. His own bearing was less
assured than usual, his gaiety subdued
to quietness almost savoring of tim
idity.
mot until evening, after dinner"
The mechanician looked at him,
started to speak checked himself, and
at last impulsively put the indiscreet
question:
do you mind telling me where you
dined?"
"Of course not" Stanton returned,
without trace of hesitation. with
Mr. Carlisle of the tire Company,
and his daughter. They are here for
the races. He wanted to talk tires to
me, Heaven knows why. We didn't
get very far; after Miss Carlisle left
us began to feel so sick that l ex-
cused myself and got away to the
nearest DOCTOR"
Floyd rned his head, and caught
his breath in brief, quick sigh. When
he looked back at his host, his candid
eyes were clearer and more gentle
than they had been since the assist
ant manager had given the account OF
Stanton's amazing disappearance.
Acute Indigestion, your doctor
called your attack"
Something like It,"
miss Carlisle doesn't seem to be
a lucky companion" Floyd observed
dryly. "She made you miss your train
Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1912-07-25
Valerie Carlisle Leaned Out Extend
ing a Small Hand.

thought of Ralph Stanton getting
drunk"
You'd better phone to the insane
asylum" advised the mechanician,
and turned his back to the whole af
fair, watching the brilliant spectacle
before him with scornful gray eyes.
Five minutes passed, ten. The first
car was called to iss station. The Mer-
curry had drawn fifth in the lottery for
place. Just four minutes before the
starting hour, a taXicab bowled furi-
ously across the crowds, came to a
jerky stop at the edge of the course,
and opened to emit it's passenger.
"Stanton!" hailed his manager, chok-
ing with evaporation and relief.
stanton, for Heavens sake-where-
what"
Sick" the driver flung at him,
springing across to his car, from
which Floyd slid out to give him en-
trance Mask, Stoves, you Others"
"Sick?" echoed the unbelieving Mr..
Green, amid the hurry Of preparation.
You, you sick?"
Stanton, in his seat, turned a color
less face toward him before clasping
on the mask.
"Sick," he reiterated explicitly.
"Are you ready, Floyd?
The Mercury drew up to her line on
exact time. And in the moments while
the cars in front were being sent away,
Floyd found an opportunity to put
question.
you have been ill?" he coldly
asked.
Acute indigestion; I've been in
doctors office since nine o'clock last
night" snapped Stanton. did you
think l was lying to your"
mo. Are you fit to driver"
'If you're afraid I'm not, get out and
leave me-"
The signal was given. When the
Mercury flashed across the line, Floyd
was almost as pale from anger as
Stanton from recent illness.
The race was for three hundred
miles, thirty times over the ten mile
course with its sharp elbows and steep
hills, and was expected to take some
six hours Of continuous driving. The
strain was not light for the pilot at
the wheel.
For the first hour there was no In
cident out of the usual. Floyd attend
ed strictly to his work and Stanton
drove rather more sanely than usual
But at the beginning Of the second
hour, the rear OF the ATLANTA car
came in view through the fog of dust
ahead; the ATLANTA, which had start
ed four minutes In advance Of them.
Stanton sighed with grim satisfaction,
and speeded In pursuit.
Turn ahead" warned Floyd, at his
ear.
There was a bad turn. His eyes on
the machine In front, Stanton round
ed the banked curve at pace which
| sent the shrieking crowd Of spectators
/ recoiling from the danger-line and
/ sprayed yellow soil high into the air.
AS the Mercury lurched into the
straight stretch beyond, as Floyd was
in the act of turning to examine the
rear tires, there came sharp explo-
sion and a Keeling stagger of the car
as a rear casing blew out, wrenched
itself bodily from the wheel and rolled
/ like a hoop into field a hundred
yards away.
Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1912-07-25
CHAPTER VII.
The Girl Like FIoyd.

Stanton awoke slowly, with a con-
seriousness of physical well-being and
singular restfulness. The shades OF
his room were lowered, but the daz-
| cling sunshine streamed In around
edges and through cracks, glittering
over a nearby table covered with yell
! low kilograms, cards, newspapers, ho-
| tel memoranda Of telephone calls re-
ceived-all the familiar evidences of
the morning after a race. And in the
midst of the litter stood an ice-water
pitcher containing a mass OF pale
yellow roses. Stanton frowned and
looked about him for bell.
Some one rose from corner and
approached the bed.
Better, sir?" queried a businesslike
voice. a distinctly medical young man
in glasses gazed down at him.
The full situation came clearly to
Stanton.
"All right" he gave brief assurance.
What time is it?"
The young man consulted a watch
"Thirty-eight minutes past twelve
You have slept about eighteen hours,
as | figure it. l told Mr.. Floyd that
was all you needed; you were knocked
out by that attack Of illness, followed
by a days work that was enough TO
exhaust horse. | saw you race, yes
terday."
"Where is Floyd?"
"He stayed here until midnight I'M
til you had been sleeping like a baby
for five hours. He was nearly all in,
himself, but he wouldn't leave until
he was sure you were all right. One
of the incest fellows l ever met. He
made me promise to stay with you.
l." with an expansive smile, Il have
got more time than patients, as yet.
Here, all this Junk came for you, on
the table. | have answered seventeen
telephone calls and sent off twelve,
posies in the Watering. All right?"
"All right, and much obliged" STAN
ton affirmed, beguiled into smiling,
while he glanced casually at the table.
There isn't any one l am In hurry
to see or hear from. / think l will
get up; it's breakfast time"
81 think so. Considering it is your
first meal for thirty-six hours, I'll or
der for you. Although I fancy you
could digest rubber tire; you look
it. Oh, Mr.. Floyd left note"
Stanton rose to his elbow.
"Where is it?" demanded the man
who cared to hear from no one.
1t was a short note on the hotel sta
tionery, written in wide-open, leg
n 1,ot 1AI
Floyd's direct gray eyes.
Dear Stanton: The doctor says you
are only tired; and l have got to be
In New York by morning. l would
not leave you if could do as / want
ed. / hope you will believe that.
Cordially,
JESSE FLOYD"
The letter might have been written
by girl, for its reticence and lack of
the personal element, but Stanton was
we'll content. 1t rang right. He felt
vigorously alive and amazingly hun
cry.
While he was breakfasting, or lunch
ing, and reading the heap of corre-
spondence-which commenced with a
congratulatory telegram from the Mer-
curry Company and concluded with a
request for his photograph to be used
as a speedometer advertisement
Stanton decided upon his course. He
would obtain Floyd's address from
Mr.. Green, and pay visit of acknowl-
edgment to his impromptu nurse,
upon reaching New York. That much
was required by ordinary courtesy, at
least.
Got any enemies?" inquired the
doctor when taking leave.
Alma record. (Alma, Mich.) 1878-1928, 1912-07-25
CHAPTER vi.
Missed.

Missed.
The most agitated man in Lowell,
on the race morning. was the assist
ant manager Of the Mercury company.
And there was maddening irony in
his situation. At quarter after ten,
fifteen minutes before the first car
was to start, the Mercury stood ready,
with, in his place, the trim, khaki-clad
mechanician, concerning whose pos
sible desertion Mr.. Green had spent
much worry. But the driver, Stanton
the unfailing, was missing. In the
midst of the gay hhbbub of the scene,
the Mercury camp was on the verge
Of frenzy.
you've telephoned to his hotel?''
inquired Floyd, no less troubled be-
cause quiet, as Mr.. Green came up
wiping his brows.
''Telephoned! I've telephoned to
every hotel in the town, to the police,
TOTO every one. He went to his ho-
tel and dressed for the evening, after
he left here yesterday, and went off
in an Atalanta automobile with some
COMPOUNDED woman; that's all / can
learn. He never came back to the no.
tel, at all"
Floyd's slender brown hand shut
hard on the edge of the seat, his lip
curled slightly.
"A woman?" he repeated, his mer-
CHESS young voice singing.
"They say so-and I'd as soon have
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times, Stanton? I'm sure he is the
best man We have had" fretted his
manager.
/ Stanton was recalling that interview
| as he went up the stairs of the quiet
apartment house indicated. After all,
1t was true that Floyd might have
volunteered his address, himself, II
he had wished it known. Perhaps he
did not want to see his driver unoff1-
cially. A sense Of unwelcomeness OPP
pressed Stanton, but he kept on his
way He had never swerved from a
course because Of the opinions OF
others; he did not think Of turning
! back now.
Some one was singing, as he reached
! the fourth floor; singing in a smooth,
honey-rich, houey-golden contralto.
| Warned of his approach by the bell
| pushed below, the door Of the apart
ment was opened, so that the melody
came flooding his hearing with its
haunting familiarity. A little old
Irishwoman in black silk was peering
up at the tall visitor on the threshold.
Mr. Floyd?' he inquired My
| Maine Is OldulOu.
The old servant drew back, smiling
invitation, and pushed aside q cur
tain. And Stanton saw Jessica Floyd
rise from her seat at the piano, TAX
Ing step to meet him.
She was so like Floyd that he could
have cried out in wonder, yet was
most purely and softly feminine. She
seemed taller, in her clinglng pale
blue gown, and even more slender, but
| Floyd's siiver-gray eyes looked out
! from her long lashes, Floyd's bronze
curls clustered around her wide
brows, under the braids wound about
her head, and her smile was moro
timid reflection Of the incarnate sun
shine Of his.
81 am sorry Jes Is not at home" she
said, holding out her hand with nat
ural grace of hospitality that rose
above her nervous shyness. 81 am
Jessica Floyd, Mr.. Stanton, his sis
ter"
She was afraid of him. The too OBJ
vious fact struck deep into Stanton,
as he felt her fingers fiutter In his
clasp. So this was the reputation he
had earned for himself?
Perhaps / should not have come"
he apologized quite humbly. q
Floyd gave me no warrant for 1t. But
he was very good to me, when / was
sick in Lowell, and I wanted to thank
him."
She looked at him fully, then, and
again he could have cried out at the
wonder of so meeting Floyd's straight
candor of regard.
"Why should you not come? Jes
has not so many friends that they are
not welcome in his home. Only, If he
had known Of your coming, he would
have been here"
She moved to a chair, inviting him
by gesture to do likewise, and took
up a half-embroidered silk scarf.
HE was called out of town." she
added, after waiting for her silent
guest TO speak. "He will be sorry to
have missed you. From Mr.. Green he
learned that you had quite recovered,
after he left you"
"And he? hurt his arm"
She glanced up astonished.
you hurt his arm?"
II was driving the car" Stanton
assumed grim responsibility.
This time she laughed, two adorable
dimples starting into view In her
cheeks of glowing rose-andamber
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triumph as almost to startle him.
Without waiting the chauffeur's move
ment, she herself slammed the door Of
the car and snapped the handle. keep
ing her eyes upon Stanton.
81 thought you would come" she
murmured, half under her breath, "and
you will dine with U.S."
The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-02-01
BARRETT.
January 20, 1912.

~
Mr.. and Mrs. VIM. Ludwlck, of
East Danville, were the guests Of the
latter's parents, w Il. Chrisman and
family, Sunday.
John Montgomery and wife and
Mesdames Alice Ro we and Ellen Cow.
gill attended Quarterly meeting at
Fairfield Saturday.
Mr.. and Mrs. Samuel Wolfe are
spending few days with their daugh-
ter Mrs. Frank Shoemaker.
Mr.. and Mrs. VIM. Rowe attended
meeting at llardins Creek Sunday and
took dinner With Mr.. and Mrs. Aaron
Badgley
Mrs j, b. Cowgirl and Miss Ollie
Gibson also attended meeting at Har-
dins Creek and took dinner with
Pheme Gladel.
Mr.. and Mrs. Frank Shoemaker are
rajoicing over the arrival Of nine
pound son.
Clarence Chrisman and wife spent
over Sunday with relatives i'm Hills
boro.
Lewis Wood and wife entertained
Sunday Mrs Walker and family and
Joseph Hay and wife.
j. S. Lovett and wife spent Sunday
with the latter's sister, Mrs. VIM.
Davidson.
Miss Blanche Dewitt. who has spent
the last two weeks at Rainsboro with
her mother, Mrs. Foraker, is now al
her home with Mrs. Hester Holt.
Miss Ionia Troth and Mrs. George
Garman were guests of their cousin
Charles Diven, near New Vienna, last
week
The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-02-01

The attraction at the Opera House,
Feb. 5. is the new rural comedy sue
cess, "a Pair Of Country Kids" and is
pronounced by all since its opening
performance one of the best country
comedies Of the day, and one of the
sure signs that 1t is all that is
claimed for 1t is the fact that it has
been and continues one Of the great
est successes OF the season. The ex-
cellent company carried by the man.
ager, Mr.. @. j. Smith, have helped to
bring this company among the lead
Ing attractions of the day.
The News-Herald. [volume] (Hillsboro, Highland Co., Ohio) 1886-1973, 1912-02-01

William Boyle was very pleasantly
surprised Monday evening, Jan. %, his
birthday, by number of his friends
neighbors. Rev. Il. II. Johnson, on
behalf of his assembled friends, pre-
sented Mr.. Boyle with a handsome
rocking chair. He also received a
number Of other useful gifts. Mrs.
Boyle, who was party to the move
menU, had prepared delightful refresh
ments. The evening was most pleas
antly spent and the guests on leaving
wished Mr.. Boyle many returns OF the
day. ***