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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
The Manicure
Lady
BY WILLIAM F. KIRK.

kcVT YELL. George. at last I have
w got a distinguished adorer, ."
said the Manicure Lady.
who is it now" asked the Head
Barber
"A man that is writing the book
and songs for a comic opera" said
the Manicure Lady. He is q sure
conner. too, George. He has the bright
est eyes you ever seen. and he talks
grand He is a awful deep fellow, and
his command Of the English language
is simply superfluous. Other fellows
knows some big words, but they have
to tussle with them a little. This
gent juggies with them as II they were
so many balls. Gee. it's pretty to hear
the conversation rolling out of his
mouth"
II never cared much for them steady
takers" said the Head Barber Most
Of the steady takers makes a kind Of
impression, but you usually hnd out
that they are steady drinkers, too"
This gentleman don't drink nothing.
guess" said the Manicure Lady He
is too much Interested in his work to
do anything like that bet this comic
opera is going to be big hit. too and
he kind OF limited when he called the
other night that II il was a success he
would come to see me pretty regular
Gee | would like TO be the bride OF
a playwright"
You are kind OF ambitious This
morning. amt your" asked the Head
Barber
There amt no use IN dreaming I'M
less you dream big" said the Manicure
Lady. What's the use OF dreaming
that I will some day be the blushing
bride Of a stenographer or a salesman?
/ got a right to dream II / want to.
This young gent OF which I was Just
speaking 10 you Of. the one that likes
me, has wrote a love song that is going
TO be in this nice show. He says he
wrote it after he met me, and that my
face was in front OF him when he wrote
it. Isn't It fine? Listen.
The night birds Groom,
The harvest moon
Shines In its same old glory
'Tis then US two,
Just me and you,
VIII whisper loves sweet story
Oh. magic spell!
Then | could tell
What each beat OF your heart meant.
I'll marry you
And Wen be true
And have a swell apartment"
II don't like that" said the Head
Barber The show will be a frost II
the rest OF the songs are like that"
You are a good ba George q"
said the Manicure Lady. patiently,
but YOU amt got no judgment about
art"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
What Love Is
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.

She's sorry, that's ali; as sorry 5
she can be for her foolish little girl
breaking of the thorns Of the rose OF
love and saying to herself that she
has found the rose-she's been all
through II. has mother, all through
the whole foolish misery.
Not the First.
That's why she doesn't say ons
word.
Father wasn't the only boy your
mother knew before she was married;
don't believe that little sister.
Ten chances to one she and father
talked II all over last night when you
hung around on the porch till 10
o'clock, hoping. hoping, hoping, that
HE would come in for Just a minute.
Ten chances to one mother cried 4
little herself when she saw your pitt
full little face OF disappointment.
Oh, you're not the first one nor the
last to be "madly in love" at 10, and
you won't be the first to get over it,
either.
Little girl. just laugh and read and
sing, and forget-that's the best way
see II II isn't.
And then some day the real love,
the love that endures and trusts ami
suffers and does not complain, will
come to your happy heart.
And you won't doubt any more
you will know-and that's how II
should be-always.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26

that could be tapped or shaken or
rudely swept anywhere out of its
rightful place was dealt with aC-
cordingty. In one instance a heavy
tarpaulin was lifted clean off a wagon
and neatly lodged over the heads OF
the driver and horses OF a passing
omnibus They were not eXtricated
from it's close embrace without some
difficulty and a great quantity Of Sc
we're yet cogent remarks by the wag-
oner and the driver assisted by the
bus conductor and various passen-
gers.
Philip laughed heartily for the first
time since his mothers death. He
waited until the driver and the wag-
oner had exchanged their farew IL
compliments. Then he made off brisk
" toward an establishment where
three halfpenCe would purchase a cup
Of coffee and a bun.
In ten minutes he felt much re-
freshed, and his busy mind reverted
to the mysterious package he carried
Thinking II best to seek the counsel of
an older head, he went to O'Brien's
shop. The old man was taking down
the shutters and found the task none
too easy. Without word, Philip
helped him, and soon the pensioneT
was wiping his spectacles in the shell
ter of the shop.
81 dunno what the weather is com
in to at all, at ALL" he grumbled
Last night was like the takin' Nv the
Redan, an this mornin' reminds me
Nv crossin the Bay Of Biscay."
at certainly was a fearful thunder
storm" said Philip.
FAX, boy, that's a true word II
was just like ouId times in the HIS
in Injia, where the devil himself holds
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26

nounCing fires, collapse of buildings
street accidents and lamentable loss
of life in all parts of the metropolis
AS the day wore and full details came
to hand the list of mishaps would be
doubled, while scientific observers
would begin a nine days wrangle in
the effort to determine the precise
reason why the electrical disturbance
should have been wholly confined to
the metropolitan area. Philip Arson,
ragged boy Of 10, residing in desc
late nook of the most disheveled dis
trict in the East End, possessed the
very genesis Of the mystery yet the
web of fate was destined TO weave
a spell that would deity close his
lips.
Meanwhile he wanted his break
fast He gathered thirty fair sized
white pebbles and a few Jagged
humps of the iron-like material
These he wrapped in a piece of news
paper. screwed up the small package
tightly, and placed it in his trousers
pocket. Thinking deeply about the
awesome incidents of the previous
night he donned his coat and did not
notice the packet OF letters lying in
the chair. Never before had these
documents left his possession. The
door was locked and the key in his
SJAhAl btIOAt ne llllSSth lllFllls II
was in his mind 70 turn back In
another second he would have obeyed
the impulse had not a mighty gust
of wind swept through the yard and
carried his tattered cap into the pas
sage. That settled it. Philip ran
after his headgear, and so was blown
into strange sea Of events.
Seeking Counsel.
They are quite safe there" he
thought. In any case, it will be best
not to carry them about in the future
They get so frayed, and some day
may want them"
Emerging from the haven of the
news, he found the untidy life Of the
Mile End road eddyinR in restless
confusion through a gale. The gaunt
high walls surrounding his secluded
dwelling had sheltered him from the
clustering March wind that was now
drying the streets and creating much
ill-temper In the hearts of carriers
stall owners and girls with large hats
and full skirts. In a word, everything
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26

bles, many of them as large as peas
some the size OF marbles and a few
bigger ones. They had evidently
flown on all sides, but, encountering
lofty walls, save where they forced a
way through the thin glass of the
window, had fallen back to the
ground Interspersed with them he
found pieces of broken stone and
Jagged Jumps Of material that looked
and felt like iron.
BY this time the meteor itself had
cooled sufficiently to reveal the nature
of its outer crust. 1t appeared to be
an amalgam of the dark, ironllke
mineral and the white pebbles.
Through one deep assure he could
still see the fiery heart Of the thing,
and he imagined that when the inter
nal heat had quite exhausted Itself
the great ball would easily break in.o
pieces for it was rent in all direc-
tons
His first exclamation was one Of
thankfulness.
It Was Still Hot.
q am jolly glad that thing didn't
fall on my head" he said aloud, for
getting that had it's advent been de-
laved a second or two the precise To-
CaltN selected IOE It's impact WOuiu
not have mattered much to him.
81 wonder what il is" he went On.
rs it worth anything? Perhaps IL
dig il out l may be able to sell it as a
curiosity"
A moments reflection told him,
however, that he would not be able
to disinter 1t that day, even if he pos
sessed the requisite implements on
its lower size il was probably still red
hot. Through the soles of his boots,
broken as they were, he could easily
feel the heat of the ground. so the ex-
pertinent must be deferred for "a
hours, perhaps longer. At any rate,
he was sure that hi mysterious Wis
itor represented a readable asset. ana
the knowledge gave him a sudden dis
taste for coffee grounds and stale
crusts He resolved TO spend his re-
naming three halfpenCe on a break
fast, and at the same time make some
guarded inquiries as to the nature auI
possible cash value OF the meteor it
self Evidently its fall had attract d
no public attention. The fury of the
elements and p..- subsequent heavy
rain were effeCtual safeguards in this
respect, and Johnson's News, marked
out for demolition a fortnight later.
were practically deserted now day
and night
Philip did not then know that Lon
don had already much TO talk about
in the recorded incidents of the two
storms. The morning newspapers
were hysterical with headlines an
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
Up-to-Date Jokes

Seth Woodbury. was tight-hsted'
hard-hearted old farmer His brother
William dying, Seth drove into town
to have notice about his health In
serted in the weekly newspaper. go
'~1'here amt no charges. be there:
he asked, anNiously.
"Oh, yes, indeed, answered the edl-
Co, "Our price is ten shlllingS an
"Crickey.' muttered the old man, AN
Bill six foot two.
4 person entered an inn with dog.
and an Irishman asked what breed II
was - D..
The owner looked the questioner in
soiently up and down. and then re-
Piled, with drawl.
ut is a cross between an ape and an
IriShman
the beast" was the ready retori.
what do sou mean by this. SIR
demanded the angry advertiser
Whats the natter inquired the
publisher of the country paper
This advertisement uf .oar delicious
canned meats from The best Du.uud!
houses you've made IL read horses.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
Items of Interest

A cork sunk 200 feet deep in the
ocean will not rise again to the sur
face, owing to the great pressure of
the water. At any less distance from
the surface, however. it will gradually
work it's way back to light once more.
In China a man can not, by will.
dispose Of his land in favor of any one
person. whether relative or stranger;
It must be distributed among all his
male children without exception.
Horses, giraffes and ostriches have
the largest eyes OF land creatures,
cuttlefish Of sea beasts.
Only 70 in 1000 letters delivered In
the United Kingdom come from
abroad.
In the seventeenth century smok-
ing was allowed in the House OF
Commons.
London has 100000 telephones and
the calls average 100000 per day.
Consumption causes one seventh
Of all the deaths in the world.
London uses 2O,OOO.OOO tons of coal
year.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
Now Read On
Copyright. 1904, by Edward J. Clode }
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.

After he had eaten he dried his damp
garments and changed his soaked boots
for a pail: so worn that they scarcely
held together But their dryness was
comforting. An added feeling Of con-
tentment, largely induced by the heat
of the grateful fire, rendered his actions
leisurely. Quite half an hour elapsed
before he thought Of peeping through
the back window TO ascertain the prog
ress of external events The rain was
not now pelting down with abnormal
fury. 1t was still falling, but with the
quiet persistence that marks-in London
parlance-''a genuine wet day" The
steam had almost vanished When he
removed his coat from the broken panes
he saw with surprise that the fiagstones
in the yard were dry within a circle
of two feet around the hole made by
the meteor. Such drops as fell within
that area were instantly obIiterated,
and tiny jets of vapor from the hole
itself betrayed the presence of the
fiery object beneath.
His boyish curiosity being thoroughly
aroused, he drew an old sack over his
head and shoulders, unlocked a door
which led into tTe yard from a tiny
scullery, and cautiously approached the
place where the meteor had ploughed
Its way into the ground. The stones
were Uttered with debris, but the We
locity of the heavy mass had been SO
great that a comparatively clean cut
was made through the pavement The
-
an oven. and it was as much as Philip
could bear when he stood on the brink
of the hole and peeped in.
At a good depth, nearly half his own
height he estimated, he saw a round
ball firmly imbedded in the earth. 1t
was duly red, with its surface all cracks
and assures as the result of the water
poured onto it. Much larger than a
football, 1t seemed to him, at first sight.
TO be the angry eye of some colossal
demon glazing up at him from a dark
socket. But the boy was absolutely
stranger to fear. He procured the han
die of a mop and prodded the meteor
with it. The surface felt hard and brit
tie. Large sections broke away, though
they did not crumble. and he received
a sharp reminder of the potency of the
heat still stored below when the wood
burst into sudden fame.
This ended his investigations for the
night He used the sacking to block
up the window, replenished the fire. set
his coat to dry, and dragged his mat
tress from the bedroom to the front
of the fire, The warmth within and
without the house had made him intol-
erably drowsy, and he fell asleep while
murmuring his prayers, practice aban-
doned since the hour OF his mothers
death.
In reality, Philip was undergoing a
novel sort of Turkish bath, and the
perspiration induced thereby probably
saved him from dangerous cold He
slept long and soundly There was no
need to attend to the fire. Long ere the
coal in the CRATE was exhausted, the
presence of the meteor had penetrated
the surrounding earth, and the house
was far above its normal temperature
when he
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
Ready to Leave.

September 13-Tompkins left for the
city this morning to summon back all
the maids and get the house in order
He says It will take at least ten days
and when the work IS completed. the
Nurse. Richards, Manette and ] win fol-
low
The woman who had the interesting
disease died. so the nurse will be with
me a little longer ct shall not give up
hope of the boiler explosion" she re-
marked this morning. Perhaps there
may be a railway wreck on the way
home"
IF you and I were to be the only ones
of my party in it," I answered. II
could Joke at the possibility, but there
is no laugh for me in any chance Of a
misfortune affecting Manette."
Her face grew serious. TELL me"
drawing close to me, about that child.
Why do you love her more than most
men are capable of loving a child? Was
her mother an old sweetheart of yours?"
I told her that never saw Manette's
mother but once or twice, and had new
er been in love with her. or thought of
such thing
COhfO llti tel lltl bl lily lbllB II lfllh-
ship with the childs Aunt Mary, nor of
the look of faith and trust in Mary's
eyes before the light went out of them
forever. a look inspired by her belief
that l would care for her two little
motherless nieces. Neither could I tell
her Of Elizabeth, the little girl who
Went Home Just when she had been
with me long enough to make a place
in nv heart that will new" be filled
again.
Manette sat in a little low chair on
the end Of the porch pinning autumn
leaves together to make a saddle for
the pup. She had already fashioned
wreath around his neck which he wore
with a look of mute reproach in his
eyes. and was now making him stand
I'D while she tried her autumn decora-
tfons on his back
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26

The sun had risen in a cloudIess sky.
A lovely spring morning had succeeded
night of gloom and disaster, and the
first sound that greeted his wondering
ears was the twittering of the busy
sparrows on the hOusetops. OF course
he owned neither clock nor watch.
These articles, with many others, were
represented by bundle of pawn tickets
stuffed into one Of the envelopes Of his
mothers packet of letters. But the ex-
perience Of even a few weeks had taught
him roughly how to estimate time by
the sun, and he guessed the hour to be
s o'clock, or Whereabouts.
His first thought was of the meteor.
His toilet was that OF primeval man.
being a mere matter Of rising and
stretching his stiff limbs. While la =
ing his boots he noticed that the flor
was Uttered with tiny white specks.
the largest Of which was not bigger
than a grain Of bird seed. These
We're the particles which shot throuen
the broken window during the pre-
yious night He picked up a few anI
examined them They We're hard, an
gular. cold TO the touch, and a dun
white In color
on entering the yard he saw hun
dreGs Of these queer little rough pe5-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
You Can Begin This
Great Story To-day
YReading This
First
II HILIP ANSON is a boy of fif-
teen, of fine education and good

teen, of fine education and good
breeding, but an orphan and
miserably poor.
The story opens with the death
Of his mother, killed virtually by sor-
row over the death of her husband
two years before and subsequent want
and suffering.
Rich relatives have deserted the
family in their hour of need, and
when his mothers death comes Philip
is in despair. He looks over his
mothers letters and finds that he is
related to Sir Philip Morland. A few
days later a terrific thunderstorm
brews over London. At the height of
the storm a flash of lightning scares
team attached to q coach standing
in front OF a West End mansion.
Philip. who has become a newsboy,
resCues a girl from the carriage Just
before II turns over. A man with the
cir. trips over Philip in his excite
ment He cuffs the boy and calls a
policeman.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
. 80

Dear Miss Fairfax:
I'm In love with a boy that
lives near us-so much in love
with him that I can't eat or sleep
or be happy at all any more.
He likes me, but that's all-my
chum says I'm silly and soft, and
she laughs at me. but tell me, dear
Beatrice Fairfax, isn't love the
greatest thing in the world. and
am | silly for being dead in love,
no matter whether the boy loves
me or not? Do tell me.-NINE-
TEEN AND NOT BAD LOOK
ING
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
A Bachelor S
Diary
By MAX.

q EPT. s.-"Ever know" the nurse
said to be the other night, that
all the saints were old maids?"
I wish had writing genius and could
put down in black and white the things
which make men and women sit up and
take notice. l would call their atten-
ton to this statement of my nurse and
then argue the case from this point.
Does the realization that she is a hope
less spinster develop the quality Of
saintiness which I claim is inherent in
every woman, or did this quality de-
velop naturally with her years and serve
to keep the men away?
Sept 10 find with increasing
strength that the sympathy Of the pref
" nurse hasn't the effect on me that it
had when I was weaker. 1 welcome her
attention, keep it longer than necessary,
and feign pains TO gain it, but what
seemed sentimental situation is now
growing less romantic
From which l have deduced the fol-
lowing:
The more helpless the man. the more
likely he will marry his nurse The
man with both legs broken is 80 per
cent susceptible, while the man with one
leg broken is only Is per cent
If He Had.
IF I had been blown up by a boiler
explosion" l remarked 10 her the other
morning, Il am sure would have mar
ried you as soon as the surgeon had
sewed all my pieces together"
II will ask Mrs. Allen" she replied,
IF 1t isn't about time to start the boil
er in the furnace, The mornings and
evenings are chilly"
Sept. 11.-At last q letter from Paris
But # was from Jack, why does a
woman who knows a man IS eating his
heart out df a man has such an or
gan to eat. The suffragette saws he
HASN'T to hear from her have her hus-
band write instead? Is that a sign OF
goodness in the woman
Hello Max" the letter ran, "sorry
to hear you got hurt, but hope you are
pulling yourself in shape all right. Get
pretty nurse! That's the thing for ev-
cry sick man to do Sally is getting so
much attention from one of these titled
Frenchmen that I would get Jealous il
| hadn't so much faith in her. But you
know Sally; she thinks there is no one
In the world like her worthless husband
SO long, old boy. Write when you can
Jack"
Every man is too sure Of his wife's
love. and makes no effort to keep It. /
wouldn't be so sure II I were Jack Spen-
GER!
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
More DiRnifed Now.

When | was a tiny boy with ring
let's" said the man with little hair,
they used to call me Archie"
Il suppose now they call you Archi~
bald"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-26
The Child.


''ManetteH caNed soIly.
She dropped leaves and pins and came
running. the dog, with his coat Of color
looking little ashamed of his enforced
finery. at her heels.
She did not ask why / called her she
knew, Jumping on my knees. she put
both arms around my neck and whis-
pered. Il love lots of folks, but moren
all together l love you