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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27

a FRIEND OF mine once made a
~ trip to the city The road led
N across the mountains and on the
way he sat down on a watering trough
to eat his lunch. Here he was over
taken by a man who seemed to be in a
hurry and in whom he recognized a
peasant of whom he had often bought
firewood and produce. The peasant at
first seemed anxious to avoid him and
hurried past, but suddenly he turned
back and walked toward the spring.
80 you are thirsty, too, Elmsteiner,"
said my friend, whose name is Ernest.
Where are you bound for in such a
hurry?"
81 am going to the city"
Then we might go on together"
80 you too are going to the city?
But 1 am afraid I am in too much OF
a hurry to suit you.
What is the matter? Are you going
for a doctor?" 49,
ahead Of somebody else. I am going
straight to the Judge
Has anything happenedF
Yes, 1 think l may say that some
thing has happened abdd wii ab reI y t io
You almost scare me. What has
haPPenedI? .,, sav t5.t something has
happened l will tell you:
II have killed my wife this morning.
Ernest looked at him incredulously'
Il do not believe you, Elmstelner.
The peasant did not answer, and for
q while they walked together in silence.
Then Elmsteiner asked about prices on
And then they began to talk about the
tragedy; - .....,,.n, Tho raos-
ant said. I'VE have lived unhapplly Tor
many years | can not say that she has
been a bad wife, though she had her
faults. And now she lies behind the
stove under sheet
But how in the world did II hap
I'VE quarreled l do not know who
started IT, l was in bed, while she was
up already. She scolded because l came
home late last night, and because l
sometimes drink more than is good Tor
me. She generally starts at dayhghl
and keeps it up all day. To-day l
asked why she did not give me any
breakfast, and she told me II l wanted
any l could cook It myself. Then grew
angry, jumped out of bed and threw
the heavy brass bound milk pail at her
And you hit only too we'll
." You have killed me- she groaned,
walked toward the door and fell in a
heap behind the stove. She was dead. W
His voice was hoarse, but perfectly
calm, as IL he were talking about
something that did not concern him.
They were approaching the city now,
and the nearer they came the slower
grew the peasants gait. They reached
the courthouse, and they stopped a min
ute, then rushed inside.
The gatekeeper stopped him and ask
ed him what he wanted.
II want to ask the judge to punish
me- have killed my wife this morn
i2g."
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
What Has Gone Before

DHILIP ANSON is a boy of ff-
teen, OF fine education and
good breeding, but an orphan
and miserably poor.
The story opens with the death of
his mother.
Rich relatives have deserted the
family in their hour of need, and
when his mothers death comes
Philip is in despair. He looks over
he is related to Sir Philip Morland.
A few days later a terrific thunder
storm brews over London. At the
height OF the storm a flash of light
ming scares team attached TO
coach standing in front of a West
End mansion. Philip, who has be-
come newsboy, rescues a girl
from the carriage just before it turns
over. A man with the girl trips over
Philip in his excitement He cuffs
the boy and calls a policeman. The
girl pleads for Philip. and he is al
lowed to go after learning that the
man was Lord Nanstone. Philip then
determines to commit suicide. He
borrows a piece of rope from 'Brien,
a ship chandler, and goes to his
miserable dwelling In Johnson's
News.
Just as he is about to hang him
self a meteor flashes by the window
and crashes into the flagstones in
the yard. The boy takes this as a
sign from heaven not to kill himself
He then goes to the yard to look at
the meteor. He shows a piece OF his
find to a jeweler and discovers he is
fabulously rich. but faces the prob
lem of selling his meteoric diamonds.
London's best diamond expert be-
comes excited over the meteoric find.
Now Go On With the Story.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27

haphazard for inspection, and In the
backyard Of his tenement lay heaps OF
them, scattered about the pavement
like hailstones after a shower, while
the meteor itself was a compact mass
of them. He became somewhat faint
and leaned against the glass case that
surmounted the counter.
rs that really true?" was all he
could say.
The expert valuer of diamonds
smiled His first impulse was to send
for the police, but he knew that me-
teoric diamonds did fall to earth &C.
casiOnally, and he believed the boys
story. Moreover, the thing was such
rarity and of such value that the
holder must be fully able to account
for its possession before he could dis
pose of 1t. SO his tone was not I'M
kindly as he replied:
TT is quite true, but If you want to
ascertain its exact value you should
go to Hatton Garden merchant, and
he most probably would make you a
fair offer. 1t has to be cut and pol
ished, you know. before it becomes
salable, and l must warn you that
most rigid inquiry will be made as TO
how 1t came into your hands"
1T fell from heaven" was the
Wnolly unexpected answer, for Phil ,
was shaken and hardly master of his
faculties.
Yes, yes, I know. Personally, I be-
lieve you, or you would be in custody
at this moment, Take II to Messrs.
Isaacstein g. Co., Hatton Garden. Say
sent you--Mr Wilson is my name
and make your best terms with Mr..
Isaacstein. He will treat you quite
fairly. But, again, be sure and tell
the truth, as he viii investigate your
storg fully before he is satisfied as 10
it's accuracy"
Philip, walking through dreamland.
quilted the shop. He mingled with
the jostling crowd and drifted into
Harrington road.
"a diamond-worth hundreds IT
pounds!" he repeated, mechanically.
Then what is the whole meteor
worth. and what am I WORTH"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
Copyright. 1904. by Edward j. Clode }
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.

What! A scrap Of white shtone like
that. Arrah, what's come over yel'
There is no harm in asking, is
there? Someone should be able to tell
me what it is made Of"
Philip, from his small store of phys
ical geogra ply, knew that meteors
were articles of sufficient rarity to
attract attention. And he was tena-
cious withal.
81 suppose that a Jeweler would ne
the best man to judFe. He must I'M
derstand about stones" he went on.
Maybe; but ! don't see what's the
use. IT'S a sheer waste of time. Blu;
If re set on findin' out, go to a big
man. These German Jews round
about here are omadhauns. They
don't know a watch from a clock, an
If they did they'd chate ye"
81 never thought of that, yet ought
to know by this time Thank you;
will go into the city"
He took the pebble which he placed
in his waistcoat pocket. Walking
briskly, he traversed some part of the
sorrowful journey Of barely twelve
hours earlier What had happened to
change his mood he did not know,
and scarcely troubled TO inquire. Last
night he hurried through these streets
in a frenzied quest for death. Now
he strobe along full of hope, joyous
in the confidence of life and youth.
His one dominant thought was that
his mother had protected him, had
snatched him from the dark gate of
eternity. Oddly enough, he laid far
more stress on his escape from the
meteor than on the accident that pre-
vented his contemplated suicide. This
latter idea had vanished with the
madness that induced it. Philip was
sane again, morally and mentally. He
was keenly anxious to justify his
mothers trust in him. The clustering
wind, annoying to most wayfarers,
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
CERTAINLY NOT.

Dear Miss Fairfax:
am a young lady rs years old,
and buried my sister six months
ago. AS l go bathing quite often,
l would like to know If bathing is
as bad as dancing, as some people
think so. CLARA.
You do not love your sister less or
mourn her less when you are in the
water, do you? Moreover, it is good
for you, making you healthy and
strong, and better able to cope
against morbidness. Go in bathing
by all means. The day is coming
when common sense will sweep away
this notion that one should make a
fetch of ones sorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
ISaacStein.
TINE keen, strong March wind
soon blew the clouds from hi:
hrafp Ha do not brrr,, t,,,-. -

TIME keen, strong March wind
soon blew the clouds from his
brain. He did not hurry toward
Hatton Garden He sauntered, rath-
er, with his right hand clenched on
the tiny parcel in his pocket, the par
Gel which had suddenly been endowed
with such magic potentialities. 1t
was the instinct to guard a treasure
OF great value that led to this in
voluntary action. He was preoccu-
pied, disturbed, vaguely striving 10
grasp a vision that seemed to elude
his exact comprehension.
What did It all mean? Was II real
ly possible that he, Philip Arson, or
phaned, beggared, practically a starv-
inc tramp, should have the riches Of
Golconda shOwered upon him in this
mad fashion? II the small stone he
had shown to the jeweler were worth
hundreds, then some of those in the
paper were worth thousands, while, as
for the stone in the back yard of mis-
house-well, imagination boggled at
the effort tc appraise II. The thought
begot sense Of caution, OF reserve, of
well -rea soned determination not to
reveal his secret to anybody. Perhaps
1t would be best not TO take Messrs.
Isaacstein & Co wholly into his con-
fidence.
He would simply show them the
stone he had exhibited to Mr. Wilson
and take the best price they offered.
Then, with the money in his possess
sion, he could effect a much needed
change in his an~aaranCe, visit them
again and gradually increase his sup
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
Of Poetic Authority
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.

Rebuffed, he stopped calling. Then she
began TO miss him and asked him to
call He appeared delighted at the in
vitation, but never called.
There is no sweetness in lovers
quarrels," wrote Edward Bulwer Lyt-
ton, that compensates the sting"
Miss Impulsive" should sign herself
Miss Temper" The mistake is a com
mon one. All who are quick-tempered
claim to be impulsive instead She
laughed at love, she flouted it, she
abused it, and it turned away and comes
back no more. l am sorry, for there
is no calamity in life that falls heavier
upon human nature than disappoint-
ment in love" There is nothing Miss
Impulsive" may do but benefit by the
experience.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
A Story of Peasant Life

The gatekeeper turned him over to a
policeman, who took him to the Chief
of Police, to whom he confessed. Then
he was placed in cell. They had all
treated him quite kindly; nobody had
said a single harsh word. Was this a
court and had he been sentenced al
ready?
The cell in which he was sitting
seemed quite cozy to him. 1t almost
looked Ike a room, but there were
heavy iron bars before the window. He
tried the door. No, 1t did not open. II
was locked. He sat down on the bench,
rested his head in his hands and began
to think.
Gross Examined.
What was l doing at this hour yes
terday? We were sitting at the tap
room at the inn What a lot has hap
pened since then. and where will l be
tomorrow"
The same evening Elmsteiner was
cross examined. He told the whole
story just as he had told it on the road
without a complaint and without try
ing 10 lessen his responsibility And
when the judges consulted and went on
questioning him he said at last: please
do not waste so much time on a poor
sinner Ike me | have ruined my life
and am ready to take my punishment
II were only sure that God would for
give me l would die happy"
mo, do not give up hope altogether,
Elmsteiner," said one of the judges
we have reason to believe that your
testimony does not quite agree with
the truth"
But it does. so help me Cod" the
accused moaned
He doesn't doubt your good faith,
Elmsteiner, but we have a witness here
who says that you are no murderer.
Let the witness come"
The door opened and Elmsteiner's
wife stood before him.
She had thought to scare him when
she was hit by the milk pail and had
laid quite still behind the stove.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
HUSBAND TRIED
MANY MEDICINES
Did Everything Possible
for Suffering Wife. Neigh
Dor Comes to Rescue
With Excellent Advice.

Clay, Ark.-Mrs. Sam Rice, of this
town, says: For ten or twelve years
1 suffered dreadfully with cramping'
dumb chills and fever and was sickly
all the time. I simply suffered ter
ribly.
After was married my husband
would stand over me and cry, and say
4 wish / knew what to do for you.
He was always getting some kind OF
medicine for me, but 1t never helped.
zone of my neighbors advised him
to get me a bottle Of Cardui, the
woman's tonic, which he did, and
after l had taken the first bottle,
was relieved of pain and so much
soreness, ea--Sd from cramping. My
husband said for me to continue TAX
ing it, so l did, and now, thanks to
Cardui, I am in perfect health.
az used to have a yellow complexion,
but since taking Cardui can truth
fully say that have a beautiful COM
plexion, and look like a girl of Is.
81 hope that all unhealthy women
will at least try Cardui."
If you suffer from any of the nu'
merous ills so common to women, try
Cardui. 1t has helped so many thou
sands of other women that it's un-
reasonable to think it will not help
you.
Begin taking Cardui to-day. Your
druggist sells it,
N B.-WrIte to: Ladies' Advisory
Dent. Chattanooga Medicine Co, Chat
tanooga, Tenn, for Special instructions
and 64-page book, Home Treatment for
Women" sent in plain wrapper on re-
Quest.-AdY-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
Snap Il
X Shots

The price of an article is as
likely to represent the dealers
sagacity as the value of the pur-
chase.
Occasionally you can discover
traits Of character by observing a
citizen gnaw corn from the cob.
If your attempts at fattery
have no effect on women, 1t is
time for you to say good night.
There is a proper place for
mans backbone. Do not poke it
at every one you meet.
Those strange bedfellows of
politics are often restless sleep
ers.
The fluent talker never seems
so interesting after the first ses-
sion.
Mild weather predictions never
take the place of a fall overcoat.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
Oh, Atkins !

Atkins" said the sergeant angriIy,
why haven't you shaved this morning.
"Aint shaved?" asked Atkins, in ap-
parent surprise.
mo, you're not" insisted the SER
geant, land want to know why"
We'll. you see, sergeant" replied the
soldier, there was a dozen of us using
the same mirror, and l insist have
shaved some other man.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27

kcTAM in love with girl Of my own
age, which is twenty" writes a
Il young man who signs himself
OK" and, though I have seen her only
three times, she allowed me to kiss her
when we parted. Can love like that
be true?"
None ever loved but at first sight
they loved" wrote George Chapman,
and the poet who knew more Of the
human heart than any since his time
Shakespeare, held that love at sight was
the supreme test. He wrote: No soon
er met but they looked; no sooner
looked but they loved; no sooner loved
but they sighed; no sooner sighed but
they asked one another the reason
The times have changed. The human
heart is Just the same impulsive or
gan It always was, but the head has
grown wiser The head warns against
love at first sight, or, if that is beyond
control, against its manifestation. The
girl may love you truly; I hope she
does, but 1t would be better for her
sake not to kiss at the third meeting.
Miss Impulsive" had received the at
tention of a man for four months. He
told her he loved her. She refused to
tell him the state Of her heart. He
failed to keep an appointment, and in
her wrath she refused to accept his
apologies. "Of course" she writes, Il
was not responsible for my words then"
That my dear is where you are mis-
taken. There comes the time in no
mans or woman's life when he or she
is not responsible for every word spoken.
This notion Of claiming responsibility
because of temper is akin to the plea
of temporary insanity made by muir
derer
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
What He F orgot

class powers of observation. He
made sure that the class saw that
he had a gold mounted fountain pen
in his waistcoat pocket plainly dis
played, Then he left the rostrum, re-
tired to the ante-room, and there
removed the fountain pen to an inner
pocket. Returning, he stood with his
coat thrown back and his vest dis
played penless.
Now, boys" he said, tell me what
l have forgotten"
There was long pause, and then a
small voice piped up:
please, sir, you forgot to say Eek
cuse me- when you walked in front
of the teacher"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
A Quick Change.

Mrs Biggs-Jane. wasn't that gentle
man asking for me?
Jane-No, mum. He said as the lady
he wanted to see was about 40, and
said it couldn't be you.
Mrs. Biggs-Qutte right. Jane. You
shall have the afternoon off
Jane-Yes, mum. thank you, mum.
l said it couldn't be you as you was
about 50.
Mrs Biggs-And while you're out you
can look for a new job.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
Independent.

Il want the women strikers to have
the independent spirit of a lady l
used to know" said the leader. ad-
dressing some OF the strikers. This
lady had a neighbor who had pros
pered. The neighbor, a very spitefuI
sort, for all her property, said to my
friend one day:
81 see you're still your own WASH
erwOman, Kate
Yes Kate answered cheerfuIly,
but, thank goodness, l haven't yet
been reduced to playing nursemaid TO
a poodle dog"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
By Lillian LAUFERTY.

W COULDN'T you like to be dear
wv little human flower of a girl
such as Sweet and Eighteen
was meant to be? Well, of course,
you would. So now 1 am going to
introduce you TO Marie Flynn, who is
all the things you want to be Cor want
your daughter to be-, and let her give
you an idea of the air and sunshine
and. storms that have made her grow
into ideal girlhood
Miss Marie is "The Girl of My
Dreams" in the musical comedy of
youth at the Lyric Theater in New
York.
Let me see if Miss Marie can not
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
How They Finished.

81 took Gladys to the party last
night On the way home l proposed
and she accepted me"
That's winning in a walk, isn't it?"
Yes, but it was a neck-and- neck fin
ish -
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
ANXIOUS.
THINK HE DOES.
Dear Miss Fairfax:

Dear MISS falrIaA.
l am in love with a boy of Is,
the same age as l am. l met
him four years ago. We kept
company three years and 1t is one
year since we parted. l love this
young man very dearly, but l
don't know if he loves me. He
often comes around to my girl
friend and tells her he doesn't
love me, only he would do any
thing in the world for me. Do
you think he loves me?
X. Y. z.
Denial Of love is sometimes a proof
One can always safely doubt the WORD
Of one who protests too much. Dom
make an effort to win him or to Sc
cure an avowal from him. He needs
waking up, and attentions to you from
another man will do 1t.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
Coming to It.

College Suitor-All evening l have
been waiting to say something to
you.
Damsel Tin despair)-It wasn't
good might, was 1t?
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
A Meal.

II have not got any money Just now"
he said to the restaurant Keeper, but
If you WIN let me have something to eat
will gladly come back this afternoon
and pay you double"
Neither man spoke at first Philip
was always unconscious of the quaint
discrepancy between his style Of speech
and hts attire. He used to resent Bit
terly the establishment exhibited by
strangers. but to-day he was far re-
moved above these considerations, and
he backed up his request by a pleasant
smile
The fat man grew apoplectic and
turned his eyes TO the sky.
well, Tin" he spluttered
The green grocer laughed, and Philip
blushed.
do you refuse?" he said, with his
downright manner and direct stare.
We'll. of all the eco; cheek" The
stout PERSONS feelings were too mucn
for him. He could find no other words
1T is a fair offer" persisted the boy
''You don't think mean to swindle you,
surely?"
To Be Continued Monday.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27

happy, eager and sensible. So you will
have the joyous feeling of doing your
best and being contented and happy.
Don't you think that will keep you
looking happy and satisfied with life?
And I'm sure 1 don't know of anything
l admire more in other young girls
than to see their faces free from ILL
temper or dissatisfaction.
Disappoinements.
Then you have to be well to be
pretty. My ideal for a girl is the
sweet expression of joy and content
ment in home life, and the eager, in
tense expression that comes from
being vital. THERE IS NOTHING
MORE CHARMING THAN IN
TENSE VITALITY. Plenty of sleep
is the most important health rule for
young girls.
Plenty of sleep means take your
fun in the daytime out of doors, and
being out of doors q lot is the best
beauty of face and figure and dispo-
sition secret l know.
Laughter is a great beauty doc
tor. Be merry, be well, be in loving
harmony with your own family; be
clean and neat and simple, and l think
you will be so dear and sweet that
you just can't help being beautiful"
said Marie Flynn.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27
IIZElXEAN rs
Lk1k\\AS s5SE5lsI

only aroused in him a spirit of re-
siStance, of fortitude. He breasted II
so manfully that when at last he
paused at the door of a great jewelry
establishment in Ludgate Hill his face
was flushed and his manner eager and
animated.
He opened the door, but was rudely
brought back to a sense of his sur
roundings by the suspicious question
of a shopwalker.
Now, boy, what do you want
here?"
The unconscious stress in the mans
words was certainly borne out by the
contrast between Philip, a social pa
riah in attire, and the wealth Of gold
and precious stones cut off from him
by panes of thick glass and iron bars
What, indeed, did this outcast want
there2
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-27

ply of diamonds until he had obtained
more money than he could possibly
spend during many years.
Above all else vas it necessary that
his meteor should be removed to a
safer place than Johnson News.
Philip had no scruples about appro-
priating it. Lords of the Manor and
Crown rights he had never heard of.
His mother, watching his every action
from some Elysian height, had sent the
diamond loaded messenger as a token
of her love and care 1t was his. and
no man should rob him of it. 1t be-
hooved him to be sparing Of explana-
tons and sturdy in defense OF his prop
erty.
good deal depended on the forth
coming interview, and he wished he
could convert a small fraction of the
wealth in his pocket into a few honest
pennies with the kings head on them.
The excitement and exercise had made
him hungry again. His breakfast was
not of ample proportions, and his meals
Of yesterday had been of the scantiest.
1t would be well to face the diamond
merchants with the easy confidence that
springs from a satisfied appetite.
let now 10 manage III lie was sorry
now he had not borrowed a slxpence
from O'Brien. The old soldier would
certainly have lent 1t to him. He even
thought OF returning to the Mile End
road to secure the loan, but he happened
to remember that the day was Satur-
day, and 1t was probable that the Hat
ton Garden offices would close early. It
was then nearly IL o'clock. and he could
not risk the delay OF the long, double
journey.
At that instant a savory smell was
waited to him. He was passing a res
taurant where sausages and onions siz-
zled gratefully in large. tin trays, and
pork chops lay in inviting prodigality
amid rich. brown gravy The proprie-
tor, portly and greasy man, with bald
head and side whiskers, was standing at
the door exchanging views as to bust
ness with his next door neighbor, a
green grocer. Philip. bold in the knowl-
edge Of his wealth, resolved to try what
he could achieve on credit.
He walked up to the pair.