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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
She Gets Anxious.

For once Helen was too excitedly
happy 10 worry over what Warren's at
ttude might he Surely. when he saw
how beautiful the rooms were, he could
not be angry at her having moved
But at seven she grew anxious. He
should be here by now What II they
| should not give him the note at that
other place. They had not liked it be-
such a revenge? She had left the note
| In the box with sthe key-how could he
fail to get it?
Quarter after scven-half- past BY
| this time Helen had forgotten the charm
of the rooms and was walking restless
| ~ about in tense anxiety. What could
have happened? He had said he would
bee back around half-past six, and IT
would take him only fifteen minutes at
| the most TO get here from the other
I place
For the first time there came a doubt
I'm her mind as TO the wisdom of her
moving in this way, Perhaps she should
have stayed After all. 1t was a rash
thing for her to do. They were in a
strange city. II he should not get the
uote-how could he ever find her?
She could. Of course, write to the
American Express Company, where he
would 60 for his mail in the morn
ing; but what would he do tonight?
Oh, why had she done this? Franti.
( oaly she wished herself back in those
other rooms. however shabby and dirty
| they might he. Surely It would have
been better TO put up with anything
than To risk any chance Of mishap in
/ Paris
A sharp knock al the door She
rushed TO open II. and a French mes
senger boy handed her a note As he
| held It out 20 her she saw Warren
/ writing on the envelope Her hands
weakly trembling, with her teeth she
| tore It open
| "Sir,o you are so Internally smart
and want TO take things In your owr
hands. YOU can keep It up. You car
/ have a nice little dinner alone any
/ place in Paris you choose-and car
/ have the same. I'll probably be there
/ some time tonight but don't let that
worry you-stay out just as late as you
/ want"
! The cruel sarcasm Of IL, How could
he-oh. how COULD he, with a con-
vulsive sob Helen threw herself upon
the bed and her tears fell unheeding on
| its blue satin Coverlet
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
More Trouble in q Garden.

An elderly gentleman walking
through his garden one day stopped
before a fig tree on which were two
figs just ripening His favorites were
figs, and summer often came and went
without the fruit coming to maturity.
shortly after he met his gardener
who. assuring him the figs were quite
ripe. was requested TO send them 20
the summer house where his master
was about to rest
Picking the figs. the gardener sent
his little boy Of with the basket. on
the way the little fellow stopped. and.
removing the leaves, gazed upon the
tempting fruit
The attraction was too great; ne
ate one Covering the other with the
leaves. he proceeded upon his errand.
ON being asked If the gardener had
not sent two figs, the boy. after a mo-
menrs silence. answered: Il ate one"
You ate one? How" exclaimed
the old gentleman. angrily. How did
you come TO do that2"
Dropping his eyes to the basket. I
took ii like this" said the child tax
ing the remaining fig, "and I ate it
like this"
And, sgting the action to the word,
astonishe eyes Of the old gentleman.
.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
/ DO NOT.


Dear Miss Fairfax:
am is and in love with a man
two years my senior. He is nice
and has a good position I kept
steady company with him for
year and half Then my mother
stopped him from calling on me,
but never gave a reason; but, as
it is. we go out, when we get
chance, together. He has given
me two diamond rings Do you
think it is right for me to see him
as long as mother does not con-
sent2 CUTIE.
You owe her obedience. and must
not see this man clandestinely.
on the other hand. you are now IS
and your mother owes you a reason
for her objections. Can you not per-
suade her to tell you what they are
that he may have a chance to over
come them? If he is the man who is
to tell you the sweetest story of all, n
l don't want you to lose him
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18

castle God! How I could love such a
mani
Perhaps" sneered her cousin, stung
by the bitter TRADE perhaps such a
man as your Yankee adventurer?
Perhaps l could" cried the girl, in
stantly taking up the challenge. Who
lnows?"
The Duke bit his lips and before he
could frame an adequate reply the man
himself appeared. slowly descending the
stairs So he merely bowed, took the
girls hand and kissed it.
Farewell" he said in a low voice,
'some time you win forgive me Sue
cess to you, Mr.. Ghost Breaker. when
you bead the specter in his den"
Thank you, your Exceuency,"
drawled Jarvis, leaning against the
stairpost. 81 viii do my uttermost to
put salt on the specter's tail"
Good bye"
Good night. Duke"
The girl was very pale and her eyes
were ghsteniug like winter stars Jar
Wis approached her with some concern
and question on his lips
Mr.. Warren she said abruptly, I'VE
must start at once
The strained quality of her voice told
him that she was laborng under the
most intense excitement and II was with
studied ease Of manner and voice that
he replied:
It's out of the question for you to go
to the castle until I have smashed this
Internal mystery; there is nothing you
could do. If your brother is there I'll
find him. You must he patient and re
main here. where you are safe. and try
to rest
81 can not rest until I know what has
happened TO him, she cried desperately.
81 shall go mad if ! am left here aIonei"
"But it's not safe for you to 60" he
insisted.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
NOT A DAY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:

Dear Miss Fairfax:
l am 49, and am keeping COM
pany with man % years old. Do
you think ne is too old for me?
We never quarrel He loves me, l
know, but my father thinks him
too old for me. He makes fine
pay and gives me good times. We
think a lot about each other and
get along fine. H i.
He is not a day too old. Are you
sure your fathers objections are not
based on some other ground?
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
:: Their Married Life ::
Helen and the Trunks Are Gone When Warner
Returns to the Hotel in Paris

I thought there would be only the room
! for one night and breakfast but there
! was charge for light service and
/ bath However, she was too grad to es-
cape from the place 10 mako any pro-
/ test and little later she was in a
/ cab with their baggage on top, driving
! fU the new hotel with a feeling Of
/ mingled glee and awe at her own te-
merlty.
! u was Just Q by the French gilt clock
( on the mirr0red mantel Of the rose
| tapestried sitting room. when Helen
| closed the door after the porters who
| had brought up the baggage.
Even before she took off her hat she
made an eager, Interested inspection OF
every detail Of the rooms They were
| uxuriously and perfectly appointed.
Everything was in exquisite taste.
II would be over three hours yet be-
fore she could expect Warren. But
she had no desire to go out in the blaz-
Ing midafternoon sun, for the heat was
sitting She would spend the time in
uupackinE. In getting up their laundry.
and in going over her clothes. which
after the week on board ship needed
attention.
II was a real JOY TO shake out her
gowns and hang them In the spacious
closets. and 10 arrange h@r clothes In
the white papered drawers Of the chif-
foneir and dresser. The rooms we're so
beautiful that there was a sense Of
luxury IN just moving about and get
ting settled IN them.
At o'clock she decided suddenly 70
dress-to put on her white chiffon ev-
ening gown. She would lay out War
ren's evening clothes. and when he saw
her all dressed he would hardly refuse
10 dress, too. They would live up to
the luxury Of the place!
To sit down and arrange her hair
before the low dressing table was a
real pleasure Helen thought OF all the
hours she had to stand before her high
bureau at home. and resolved to have
a dressing table like this as soon as she
got back
About half-past six she was trailing
about the apartment in her white chif-
fon gown, looking at herself in the mir
rors with which the rooms abounded,
and feeling as though she wa. living in
a play The very foreign atmosphere of
Il all added to the charm. Although It
WAS hardly dusk, she turned on the
electric lights which glowed softly
through their silken shades.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
Advice to the Lovelorn
BETTER NOT.
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.

Dear Miss Fairfax:
l received an invitation from a
young lady to attend her birthday
party. Is it proper for me to ac-
cepu - invitation, as l have new
er been introduced or even seen
the young miss? PERPLEXED.
A girl who would do anything SO
foolish deserves the rebuke you are in
position to give her by declining the
invitation.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
By MABEL HERBERT URNER.


THE room was charming Heller
could hardly restrain an cNcia-
nation Of delight when the French
manager unlocked the door and
vrosseu over TO draw the heavy curtains
from the long. low windows
The paneIed walls, the furniture, tho
draperies. were all In old rose silk tapes
try The bedroom adjoining was eN-
quisitely dainty In white and pale blue
The low French dressing table. the
cheval mirror. the two cane beds with
the pale blue SILK hangings and cover
lets. made 10 look like a stage setting
Act l. Mile -'s Boudoir in a
modern French play
II was all SO surprisingly dainty and
luxurious for a hotel that Helen feared
1t would be most expensive more than
they could pay
What do you ask for these rooms2"
she ventured.
twenty-five francs a day, Madame"
he answered in surprisingly good Eng
lish
And what for breakfast served up
here?"
1.-TWO francs for coffee and rolls"
only nine more francs for the rooms,
and the same for breakfast as they were
paying now. And the dirt and dingi-
ness Of the other place compared 20 the
charm and cleanliness Of this! Helen
pictured herself. in her dainty white
morning gown and boudoir cap. having
breakfast in this rose silk room. This
picture decided her.
Very well. I'll take the rooms
We're at place on the Boulevard Capu-
cines now, but wen come tomorrow
morning or late this evening"
The manager took her down on the
mirrored elevator to the palm-lined han
and office below. where Helen made
deposit Of twenty-five francs TO secure
the rooms.
on the way back IN the bus her cour-
age began 90 waver She had arranged
TO move without Warren's consent or
knowledge But when she again saw
the dinEiness and shabbiness of the
rooms they were in and thought Of the
wretched breakfast they had had that
morning her courage was renewed
A Bold Scheme.
AS she packed the few things they
had unpacked for the night her strong
est desire was TO move now. Il was only
half-past one. and Warren would not
he back until almost seven. Why not
get cab and take their baggage over
now-and have everything uupacked
and in place by the time he got there?
She could not reach him during the
afternoon, but she could leave note
here giving him the address ~ the new
place
For Helen this was most audacious
scheme. and she was athrm with cx-
element at the very darlugncss Of 90
all For once she would show Warren
that she could take the initiative. that
she would not stay i'm a Mace that was
botb uncomfortable and upcloap. mere
l., because ne did nor want the bother
~ r,o,,i,g
,rh.ro ,,,s . -,,s.,. nan and , ,l,,s,,,
was "7'S p'i' an" 81 N"'''
INK bottle on the mantel, Helen TOOK
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
On Guard.

His ENceuency Of Ava trembled with
a cold fury, but held himself in
You have lutruGed into a matter
which You neither understand nor APP
preCiate.' he said rapidly. If as YOU
say, the play seems unnatural pray 90
as your gambling friend put down your
cards and stay out Of the game
No, retOrted the young man. grim
Is. 81 stay in the gamC--but I'm going
10 watch the dealt
The return OF the Princess abruptly
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18

terminated the conversation and when
the two men turned to greet her they
had recovered their natural tones and
bearing
well. all Segura is buzz!ng with your
ghost-hunt tonight observed the
Duke. lightly. "The whole town will
sit up to hear the outcome"
"And where are you going TO get the
returns, Duke?" asked Jarvis, with con-
cealed interest
Unfortunately, I must leave at once, "
was the unexpected reply
Even Jarvis was momentarily startled,
but he quickly readjusted his infer
ences Il am keenly disappointed, but
have an urgent summons to Madrid"
The Princess stared at her cousin,
seemed about TO speak and suddenly
turned to the innkeeper who had fol-
lowed her down stairs and ordered him
to look after "the Eenueman's wants"
Thank YOU said Jarvis. rightly in
terpreJing this as a dismissal I'D like
couple of good horses and two Ian
terms"
"Lanterns?" smiled the Duke as the
young man went out Looking for an
honest man, Mr. Warren?"
Not in this neck of the woods, Your
Exceuency," retorted Jarvis. over his
shoulder
Carlos" exclaimed the Princess, anx-
have YOU found out? Tell me-what do
they say"
The Duke looked very solemn. q re
gTtt to tell YOU that nothing is known
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
The Most Exciting Serial
of the Year.
SERlALIzED
By J. w. McCONAUGHY
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Copyright. 1913. by Star Coz

| Every one Of these breaks In your
lifeline means a moment when you
stood elbow to-elbow with death" de-
clared the girl. solemnly. And yet
see those little squares Of protection
around each break? Senior American, -"
she looked up at him soberly. There is
one break that you have not yet reached
and the protecting square is not per
feet like the others"
Warren burst into his silent laugh
Il reckon that square will do when
the time comes"
| But the time is now, senor!" ex-
claimed the girl. her lips less than a
foot from his ear.
He drew back a little and eyed her
! through narrowed lids.
Danger Near.
She bore the keen scrutiny without a
futter, but her great round eyes and
quick breathing told of some sure emo
ton.
Are your eyes so sharp that you
| can tell the day and hour?" he asked
slowly
Not my eyes. Senior American" She
looked fun at him with unmistakable
/ ~ my ''''s NiS caught
the sound OF footsteps in the passage
and bent over the hand again as the
Duke entered.
| IN all my experience l have seen but
one hand like yours, and that hand be
longs to Don Robledo."
Well Mr.. Warren, looking into the
| future?' inquired the Duke
Pardon, senior" Dolores swiftly
withdrew and Warren called after her
| cheerfulIy;
| Goodbye. senorlta, and many thanks
for your occult wisdom. I'll take good
care Of that square. Yes, Duke" he
added with a bantering smile, land the
immediate culture promises to be very
Interesting. a dark man is to cross my
| path.
| DO you believe in such foolery?"
| 81 like tom this occasion. For
| hope 1t means some one l very much
want to meet"
II the Duke guessed who this some
one might be he gave no sign lie
twired his mustache and studied the
floor. evidently in much perpexity, a
situation that seemed to amuse the
young man immeasurably
| 10y lNe way, ne went on. Is mat
specter blond or brunette?"
The exalted kinsman made an impa-
tieut gesture, as If in no mood for rail-
lery, and with every appearance Of grave
concern said:
Mr.. Warren, since the Prince is no
more, / feel d certain responsibility for
Her Highness' actions; and the prospect
of your destruction tonight on her ac-
count is most uncomfortable"
The young man looked equally grave.
You think ! won't come back?"
The Duke looked at him with the air
Of a man who is frankly doing his
duty.
~ think II you 90 into that castle to-
niuht Won take vour life in votr hands .,
-,
ne declared.
| The old whimsical smile returned 10
Warren's Inns
i've got a good grip"
Inc DUKE looked Tor moment as II
he would retire-that having done his
duty there was nothing for him 10 say
IT., ~, e., ..,,1.,,., .,,.,,.,t,. -, -,
men, as Il Su~ueh 'Aou6ut Hau s'Tuch
him:
| Look herel You Americans are
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18

IHN TEGGIE, the postman is COM
MI ing up the garden path
Would you mind going C
the door,"
Mrs. Martin paused in the knead-
ing of the large batch OF dough and
glanced toward the tiny sitting room
A pretty girl of about eighteen
emerged in response to the call
Meggie glanced at the grabbed
handwriting on the letter, and a gasp
Of surprise escaped her lips.
Who is it from, Mcgee? Is any
thing wrong?"
The girl burst into a flood of hot
furious tears. and flung the letter
scOrnfully upon the table.
IF Jack is too good for me- I don't
thank her to tell me So" she declared.
She herself wasn't much until she
married Jacks father"
Meggie fed upstairs to her own
little room. Mrs. Martin picked up
the letter and read it slowly A look
Of contempt flashed in her honest
gray eyes.
The letter, which was couched in
terms Of lofty condescension, mingled
with biting satire conveyed the I'M
mistakable message that the silly at
tachment existing 'twixt Meggte and
Jack was viewed with disapproval,
and advised the girl TO look else
where, unless she wished to bring
Jack to financial beggary.
In few minutes Meggie, her eyes
red with crying, descended the stair
case, and her mother gathered her in
her arms.
Take no heed Of the foolish letter,
my dear she said sooth:ngly.
Ten minutes later found Meggie on
the way to Flamstead
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
A Last Anneal

Dolores called that Don Robledo was
waiting with His EXcelency's car
Cousin, DO YOU really intend to go
II need YOU, My brother needs you,
Think what 1t means to U.S.
Il am broken hearted, dearest cou-
by your words The message IS from
His Majesty. II is mandatory. And.
alas! In Spain, as in the Far East, to
hear is TO obey
You know my ride is a long one
ana I must travel fast while the moon
is up.
The girl was silent for a moment and
when she spoke again voice and features
We're composed into "a chilly hardness.
Not 10 open this discussion again,
want TO say now mat | viii never for
give you for leaving ."y brother and
me at this critical moment
Would YOU have me lose my favor
with the King protested the Duke.
Does his favor mean more TO You
than mine retorJed the girl proudly.
The Duke spread out his palms and
''Nobiesse oblige. cousin" he said
gently. MOBILES and kings must obey
what lesser men might ignore. Ny
heart is here. but my honor is with
the King "
Honor" The Princess flung the
word back g him as IL IL were a singing
missile. The cloak for a mans vanity
Sacred honor.-tg be kept bright at any
cost lest men should test his metal and
find il base. Give me "a man who cares
lsS for honor than tor me- You ask
me to-day why I do not marry YOU
will tell You why. 1 want a man. not
weHkllDg DasgUegaaer Yes honor
lives bur loyalty is dead Courage is
dead. and the brave blood of your an
ceStors. The blood that made spain has
turned % water iu yoysi veins There IS
not q uobleman in Spaih who would dare
go now this night to II brother in the
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
Household Suggestions

Weak eyes that ache when exposed
to the glare of the sun, especially on
the sea, should be treated with cold
water congresses. These are folded
on the closed lids, and ease the ach-
ing at once.
a piece of brown paper with MARINA
lade rather thickly, then place it
where they are most troublesome. II
will soon be covered with them.
When boiling potatoes put tea
spoonful of sugar as we'll as salt in
the water This does not give a
sweet taste, but makes them dry and
fioury.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
She Sees Jack.

A man emerged from behind spur
of cliffs and a sudden rush of color
suffused her cheeks. The man saw
| her at the same time and came to-
ward her at an increased pace. He
was a tall, strongly built man %
about ewenty- clad IN rough
tisherman's attire and darkIy curled
| hair showed beneath his SOU
wester
Great guns! What are you doing
abroad a morning like this, Meggie p"
I'm just on my way to Flamstead
to make few purchases, Jack" she
| said. Are you putting out to sea
| to-day?' There was an anxious note
in the inquiry, as she glanced un-
/ easily toward the horizon, which was
enshrouded in a threatening murki-
ness.
Her glance seemed to bring some
| thing to his recollection, for his
/ bright eyes suddenly darkened, and
/ he laid hand upon the rough sur
! face of his jersey. The next moment
/ he had taken the girls arm in Il
| close grip.
Did you receive a letter this
morning, Meggie?" he asked abruptly.
A tell-tale flush of confusion dyed
! Meggie's cheeks, and her eyes fell
beneath his questioning gaze.
lutn II IS true. she mas been IN
terfering between you and me. BY
heaven, I'll make her reUract every
. word she has written.
1t was a night long 20 oe remem-
| bered by those who go down to the
sea in ships" and by the poor fsn-
erfOlk of Sharpels Head in particu-
lar
I'm main afraid thew won't do it.
If they do, twill be by the grace Of
Cod"
The distress signal fiickered for a
second and then was obliterated By
the hying spume. The old fisherman
who had first spoken made his han Is
into megaphone and gave vent to
a loud but futile shout.
IT'S awful to have to stand by
and watch them go TO their uearh
without being able to lend hand"
he said.
she cannot last long in a sea like
this" declared old Timo;~y, with i
shake of his head. "A boat wouldn't
live a minute in such boil 'Tis
years since Nv seen the like"
Scarcely had he spoken when there
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-18
Effect.

Did you see the lovelight in her
eyes"
mo. The gaslight was in her eyes,
and she squinted."
The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1913-04-12

ualize, has been the feature of Mr..
Mantells repertoire for half dozen
seasons. Mr.. Mantel1 is the first Am
erican tragedian Of note who has at
tempted to play Lear since Edwin
Booth. Mr. MantelPs Lear is said
to be undoubtedly superior to Booths
owing to his advantage over Booth
in physique, and Prof H. H. Way of
Gerard College, Philadelphia, recently
pronounced Mr.. MantelPs Lear SUI