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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.

Il certainly do get it, Mrs. Blount as
sured him with some heat. 1--WE been
honest so long really begin to feel hon
est. And what's more--I never thought it
would be possible-but you can shoot me
Il ] amt beginning to like it."
And as if to give the company time
20 recover from this shock she sat vio-
Iently in q large chair. Mr.. Andrew
looked from one TO the other for mo-
nent or two, and they awaited his next
commands with inward quakings
You are about to meet the boy have
selected for your son." he said Don't
trust him"
Does he know anything about our
record ?" cried Mr.. Blount in alarm, while
his wife leaned forward with an anxious
look
"Yes!-Does he know you've got any
thing on us?" she demanded. Mr. An
drew waved his hand.
He Knows Nothing.
He knows no more of you than YOU
90 of him, and, if you. value your safety,
| advise you to keep him in ignorance !"
With this warning he turned his back on
hem and called for Walter When the
Young man entered he indicated the new
Corners with a gesture.
Walter, your father-and-your moth
e.. he said, and his lips twitched. Then
he silently withdrew.
Young Mr.. Blount regarded his parents
critically and his parents regarded young
Mr.. Blount in much the same fashion
Then the three as one came to the follow
ing conclusion:
"Huh!"
After which there was another inter-
change Of scrutiny and then Mr.. Blount,
pater, advanced with outstretched hand.
How are you-son?" he inquired,
heartily.
'Fine-dad," returned the young man,
with grin.
HUH" remarked Mrs. Blount again.
She did not seem pleased with her off
spring.
What's the matter, mother?" asked her
husband
Mrs Blount's features twisted them
selves into a horrible grimace meant to
express emotion.
This is all so affecting" she declared
in q high, affected voice, breaking off
abruptly with another disguised "Huh!"
HUH" retorted Walter. Mr.. Blount
glared and Mrs. Blount grinned.
Father" she said, with her best So
ciety shipper, why don't you introduce me
to my SOM"
Sure, dad" chimed in the young man
I'm Just dying to meet mother
Mother" obeyed Mr.. Blount solemnly,
this is our SON"
Isn't he the cute little son. gushed
Mrs. Blount and made as if to embrace
him. 'Oh, sonny
Sonny drew back disgustedly. Jaw,
cut that" he growled
''WhV. WalferI" exclaimed bia nathan
"Aw, what's the use of that bunlI?"
snapped Walter.
Mrs. Blount resumed her natural grin.
"Oh. no use" She returned cheerfuly.
IT'S funny, though, just for a minute |
felt like You might be my boy. sure
enough. Amt that the limit, now?"
We'll, 1 ANTI" declared the young
man. with quite offensive energy Mrs.
BIount looked him over and shook her
head.
No, no. she sighed; ''you amt"
Mr.. Blount felt that it was time to get
10 business
How old are you, SOM" he inquired.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04

kind and now she interrupted hei
with a sharp
Now, don't begin all that, Maggie
I'm not complaining of your work
AS long as you have your own way,
you do 1t very well. l know that,
and 1 try not to interfere with you
But the few things l DO ask of you
I want done without all this discus
sion"
But I'm just telling you, ma'am, that
l can't do no more than l do. But,
of course" with the air of a martyr,
'if you want me to stay in tomor-
row and get dinner, why I'll have to
stay"
You know very well l don't want
that, Maggie. I've never yet kept you
on any of your afternoons off. 1 only
asked you to fix something for dinner
in the morning, ard now l don't want
you even to do that. l never want
any one to do anything for me unless
they do it willingly"
And Helen fiounced out of the
kitchen thoroughly angry she was
beginning to realize that Maggie dom
mated her more and more; that she
was getting almost afraid to ask her
to do. anything for fear of starting
one of her long arguments or reasons
why she could not do it.
What was the trouble in the kitch-
en-" demanded Warren, when they
sat down TO the table.
"S-s-sh, dear" as Maggie pushed
through the swinging door with the
soup. "Oh. Mrs. Dawson called me up
today" with the attempted careless
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04
Married Life the Third Year H s d By Mabel Herbert ne

n S Helen hung up the telephone re-
~ ceiver. Warren looked over his
paper with gruff:
What made you invite her for to-
morrow? Don't you know it's Thurs
day-Maggie's day out?''
mo, dear-not this week"
Like to know why! Didn't we have
the Stevens here last Thursday?"
"OH, so we did," exclaimed Helen
helplessly. why didn't you tell me?"
Didn't have a chance. the way you
were jabbering on there"
But, dear, what shall do about it ~
well, you've asked her to dinner
haven't you? Since we can't have din
ner here We'll have to take her out"
Warren turned back to his paper,
expense of a dinner at a restaurant.
He always ordered so lavishly, partic-
ularly when anyone was with them.
It.would mean eight or nine dollars at
least, and Miss Merrill would much
rather have a home dinner. She lived
in an apartment hotel and had often
told Helen she was sick of restaurants.
Maggie s Attitude.
Just now she had called up to say
she was leaving for the South Satur-
, day, and Helen had thoughtlessly asked
her to dinner for tomorrow. But why
on,Il,,'t ha ,Jfnpay -
| way? Maggie, the white cook and
serving maid. could prepare the des-
sert and the salad before she Went
off. She would ask her about it now.
Dinner was almost ready, and when
Helen went into the kitchen. Maggie
was Dreaming the potatoes.
! Maggie, | forgot tomorrow was
/ your afternoon off, and I've Just asked
! Miss Merrill for dinner Don't You
think you could fix things before you
go so | could get dinner without much
trouble?"
Don't know what could fN ma am. "
answered Maggie, as she beat a spoon
full Of yellow butter into the white
frothy potatoes.
why you could at least make the
| dessert and fix the salad, couIdnt
you?"
| We'll. | never get away from here
| till . o'clock-takes me all morning
to do the work | don't see where I'd
have any time"
| 1t was so rarely that Helen ever
asked Maggie to do anything extra
that now she flushed with resentment
at her blunt unwillingness. To leave
her strictly alone seemed the only way
to get along with Maggie, for while
she did her routine work faithfully
and well, if allowed to do il her own
way. she was always sullen when in
terfeded with or when asked to do
anything additional
And now she launched into a long,
excited argument about how she had
planned to go to South Orange to-
morrow afternoon. and if she stopped
to fix things for dinner she could not
get off at all; how with this big apart
ment and everything to do she never
had a moment to herself; how she
could not slight her work and could
do no more than she did.
Above everything else Helen hated
an argument OF q discussion Of amy
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04

were allowed to touch the rug again and
small quantity of air admitted to his
lungs. Then an entirely strong voice
Kissed in his ear.
His Declaration.
Now, you look here! My name is John
Blount-Im your father. There's your
mother. I'm from Laramie. Wyoming
They respect us out there They're going
to run me for mayor next spring and my
wife is president of the Mothers club
You can look up our record for the past
four years. We've lived straight and
we're going to stay straight, and if YOU
look any further back you're looking for
trouble and a chance to get croaked"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04

heap of youz--no matter how much it hurts
me to do it,"
His son listened with an insolent cyni-
cal smile.
I've got you doped out, all right" he
informed him
''Doped?" echoed Mr.. Blount, with sur
prise-and something else. why, what
do you mean, SOM"
And he drew softly nearer.
Il haven't placed you exactly, but I've
got your class, all right" declared his
son, not noticing that the distance be-
tween them had narrowed materially.
Also he did not know that his father had
been Described in certain literature as a
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04

very powerful man of about 50, extremely
active for his years"
my class!" exclaimed his father
The young man tapped the ball of his
thumb with the forefnger of his other
hand
For hundred, I'll bet you wouldn't put
your Bertillon on a piece of wax"
There was deadly oath and the next
instant a very powerful man of about SO,
| extremely active for his years. had him by
the throat, and he was oscillating in the
air like footmat in the hands of an un-
| usually conscientious housemaid There
were strange noises in his ears and pyro-
technics before his eyes when his feet
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04
TORTUR|NC
ECZEMA SINCE
CHILDHOOD
'aGhing Too Terrible to Describe Per-
fectIy Cured by ResinoI.

o., Washington, d. G., Feb Y, 1873
since early childhood | have suffered
untold misery with that terrible tor
lure, eczema, on the backs of my
hands and fingers. | have spent hun
ureds OF dollars on treatments and con-
situations and bought every known
iemedy, but could not be cured My
hsndS would crack open, ofttimes
showing the ligaments, and the skin
would stick to the inside of my gloves,
Gave Up All Hope of Cure.
the itching was too terrible to de-
scribe and sleep was possible only
When in an exhausted condition. This
winter | had given up all hope of ever
Hhdlng cure, when ! heard of Resi-
mol and purchased some. The results
We're perfectly marvellous. l used three
lars OF Resinol Ointment, with Resinol
soap. and my hands were perfectly
cured. | can not find words strong
enough to praise Resinol and what 1t
mas done for me. | wish everyone
needing relief from that stubborn and
torturing affliction would give Resinol
trial. shall be pleased to answer
any inquiries. (SignedD Mrs. Harry
w. Jarboe, 621 + Street, NV.
You can try Resinol frs AN
truptions. pimples, da>-E--. srubbotA
sores. bOils or piles. Sold by every
1ueGist, but for trial. write to Dept,
-'-I. Resinol Baltimore, Nd
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04
By ]. w. M'CONAUGHY.
SYNOPSIS

Walter Blount. who is known in the
underworld as Diamond Willie"
through the Intervention of a man he
Knows as Mr.. Andrew, finds himself
snatched from the talons of the law
inst as the Pinkertons are about to
capture him for one of his various
crimes, and placed in an apartment on
Riverside drive He can not under
stand the object of Mr.. Andrew, who
acts as his valet, and say that he will
oct in the dark no longer Mr.. Andrew
gives him the choice of doing just as
he desires him to do or have the Pin
kertons after him again. Blount
chooses to act as the other man die
tates.
Blount's parents" and SISTER"
Biount has never seen the people who
are to act these parts, and can not
understand why it should be necessary
for him to play the part. A man and
woman, old enough to be young
Biount's parents, arrive and are
greeted by Mr.. Andrew. They are
crooks with record, who are in the
power of the valet.
Now go on with the story.
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Up-to-Date Jokes

A Western musical critic thus speaks
Of q prima donna:
"She had. and we suppose still re-
tains a magnificent voice for a fog
whistle. Its compass was perfectly
surprising. She would shake the chan
delier with a wild whoop that made
every man instinctively feel for his
scalp, and follow it up with roar that
would shame a bassoon"
Germany is being blamed for the
story of a factory notice now going the
rounds. Prominently displayed near all
the live wires it reads:
ITO touch these wires means instant
death Anyone failing to respect this
warning will be prosecuted and fined
No one has, up to the present. had to
be prosecuted.
Tongs-Ever notice what a modest
creature the clock is?
Poker-Referring. | presume. to her
holding her hands before her face?
Tongs-Not so much that as the
habit of running herself down.
Angelina Pm quite willing to pro
pose to him this year. but I dread one
thing"
Gwendolne: And that is?"
Angelina Asking his mother il
she'll let him marry me"
Bcggar Woman-Can YOU help me
recover my child?
O.d Gents your child lost?
Bcgear Woman 40, no. His clothes
are worn out.
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great many things flashed through
Helen's mind in the next few moments
the drudgery of houseWork, and the
greater drudgery Of the scrub or char
woman, so often the fate of those too
old for housework. And Maggie was
no longer young. Perhaps she had been
out in the kitchen thinking of just these
things, wondering, if she lost this posi-
ton, how long it would be before she
could get another, and how much long
er before she could get none at all.
Then Helen thought OF herself. Sc
cure in the protection of her home and
her husband. Surely she could afford
to be generous to this other woman
who was so alone.
After dinner she crept into Warren S
lap and told him of all she had been
thinking at the table. ending with:
Dear, she DOES do her work we'll
and, after all, that's the main thing.
Let's try to put up with the rest. We
can afford to-" nesting her face against
his neck. We've got so much, dear,
and just think how little she has"
But the cold practicability of the
morning often hardens the softened
mood of the night before
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04
Helen S Thoughts.

Helen was tender hearted to a fault
and the thought of Maggie out there
alone in the kitchen, feeling that War
rem and she were in here talking about
her quickly melted her anger 1t was
two against one, and the one was in the
helpless position of depending upon the
other two for her living.
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| ness with which one always changes
the subject when the person talked
about suddenly enters the room.
We'll, what did she have to say %
asked Warren.
Then, as Maggie went out:
Dear, she was just as sullen and
disagreeable as she could be-"
Who? Mrs. Dawson?"
"Oh, you know l mean Maggie" i'm
patiently. II just asked her if she
couldn't fix the dessert and salad before
of her long arguments about all she
had to do and of how hard the work
was here" Then, quickly, as Maggie
entered again, "They went to the opera
Friday-'Tosca,' I think it was"
Warren only grunted. He would not
exert himself to talk for the benefit of
the maid.
Its Your Own Fault"
Helen continued the discussion of
Mrs. Dawson until Maggie served the
roast and vegetables, and would have
no excuse to return until she rang for
her to bring the salad. Then she re-
lieved her mind by telling Warren all
about it-how Maggie was growing
more and more domineering and set
in her ways
We'll, it's your own fault" shrugged
Warren. She wouldn't dominate you
if you didn't let her"
But, dear, what can I do? In 30
many ways she's the best girl we've
ever had. She's scrupulously clean and
works all the time-but she can't bear
to be told anything. If | tell her how
to do the least little thing, she always
has some reason or argument why 1t
| can't be done that way"
Wouldn't stand for it for minute"
| declared Warren. But, Of course. if
you're as easy mark as that-she's go
Ing to put ii over you"
When Helen finally rang for the salad
she noticed that as Maggie brought II
| in she glanced quickly from her TO
Warren. To Helen there was something
pathetic in the glance, as though she
knew they had been discussing her.
Her face was slightly flushed, too
could she have been crying?
Helen's Thoughts.
Helen was tender hearted to a fault.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-03-04
Maggie Does the Work.

And as Maggie served breakfast with
stolid silence, in which there was a
strong hint of sulennness. HeIen's sym
pathies began to wane. After all, there
was really no excuse for her attitude
Of last evening. Since so few extra
things we're asked Of her she should
do them cheerfuly and without discus
sion, The more Helen thought of this.
the moro she felt that Maggie DID
dominate her, and that she was foolish
to allow IT.
So all morning she did not go into
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n S Helen hung up the telephone re-
~ ceiver, Warren looked over his
paper with a gruff:
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Angelina: Pm quite willing to pro
pose to him this year. but I dread one
thing
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-10-03

Violin Brings Farmer Wealth.
Finding himself suddenly possessed
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-10-03
CHAPTER XVII.

The Mountebank and the Hunchback.
Up the Mount with Bhambling step,
head down-bent and the same stupid
expression on his face. the mounte-
bank went docilely. though not silent
ly. To one of the soldiers at his side
he spoke often. voicing that dull ap-
prehension he had manifested when
hrst ordered into custody.
DO you think they'll put me In \
dungeon?"
Dungeon, indeed!" the man an
swered not ill-naturedly. For such as
you! No. no! They'll keep the
soubliettes. calottes. and all the dark
holes sor people Of consequence-trait-
.ors. or your fine gentry consigned by
Iettres de cachet."
"Then what DO you think they will
do with me!"
Wait. and find 0ut!" returned tho
sol',er roughly. and the mountsbank
Anna" np moFs for some time; keld
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nn alfen edifoo unia ioftisr plies,
stood sturdily perched ON precipi-
tous clin. The rough stonework OF it's
front. darkened by time, made 1t seem
almost part Of the granite itself, al
though the roof, partly demolished
and restored, impaired to 1t an anom-
alous distinctness, the bright new tile
prominent as patches on some dilapi-
dated garment. In It's doorway, be-
meath monkish inscription, well-nigh
obliterated, stood dwarf, or hunch-
back, who, jingling bunch of great
keys. ill-humoredly regarded the ap-
preaching trio.
What now2" The little mans well
come, as mountebank and soldiers
came within earshot, was not reassur-
ing. isn't 1t enough to make prison
ers of all the scamps in Christendom
without taking vagabond players into
custody?"
Orders, good Jacques!" said one Of
the soldiers in a conciliatory tone.
"The Communicates"
"The commandant!" grumbled the
grotesque fellow. at is all very WE'LL"
mimichng: "'Turn them over to
Jacques. He'll find room II this
keeps on, We'll soon have to make
cages of confessionals, or turn the
wine-butts In the old cellar into oubli-
ettes"
III any Of our ancient flavor fingers
in the casks, your guests would have
little reason to complaint" returned
the other soldier. But this fellow,
| he'll make no trouble"
"Oh, l suppose well have to take
care Of him!" muttered the dwarf. IN
the thieves inn there's always room
for one more!" obeying the gesture,
at once menacing and imperious, that
accompanied these words, the mounte-
bank, who had been eyeing his pro-
spective host not without visible
| signs Of misgiving, reluctantly entered,
But as he did SO, he looked back;
toward the soldier who had displayed
half-friendly interest In the play.
IF you care to know more about the
piece" he began, when the maledic-
| tions and abuse Of the misshapen
keeper put stop to further conver-
sation and sent the mountebank post
haste into the darkness of the cavern.
like hall intersecting the ground floor.
On either side closed doors, vaguely
discerned, limited at the secrets Of the
chambers they guarded; the atmos.
phere, dark and close, proclaimed the
sunlight long stranger there. At the
end Of the hall the dwarf, who had
walked with the assurance of one we'll
acquainted with that musty interior
and all 1t contained, paused; shot
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the nnountebank now watched. reen
with hik head on his elbow, seemed
sunk in thought, Once he rose; stood
on his stool and looked out between
the heavy bars Of the narrow window.
Not much chance to get out that
way" observed a fellow prisoner.
What did you seer"
"Only a chasm In the sands"
"The sands!" said the man. Cursed
the day l set foot on them!"
To this malediction the other did
not answer; stepped down and, again
seated in his corner, waited, while the
light that had grudgingly entered the
narrow aperture grew fainter. With
the growing darkness the atmosphere
seemed to become closer, more foul;
but although he breathed with diff
Guilty, the mountebank suffered no
sign OF impatience or concern to
escape him; only more alertly looked
and listened-to night bird cleav-
ing the air without; to muttered
sounds, thieves patois, or snatches Of
ribald mirth within; and, ere long, to
new complainings.
Our supper! What Of our support"
"The foul fiend take the aubergs des
voleurs and its landlord?"
"Vrai dieu! Here he comes!" as
the footsteps were heard without.
And the door, opening, revealed, in.
deed, in the rushlight, now dimly illu-
minating the hall, the hunchback,
1oJnr ba-auar xf,ffh tha I0F, cod.
for creature comforts, but empty
handed; at his back the commandant
and number Of soldiers.
You fellow with the dolls!" Blink
ing in the glare Of the torches, the
dwarf peered in. Where are you7
Come along!" as the mountebank
rose, you are wanted"
Wanted" repeated the player.
stepping forward. "Where?"
"At the palace" said the comman-
dant.
"The palace!" stopping short. who
can want me there?"
"Who?" The dwarf made grimace.
"Who?" he repeated mockingly.
"Her ladyship," said the command
ant, with reproving glance at the
| jailer.
Her ladyship!"
Haven't you ears, my man" The
commandant frowned and made an
impatient gesture. Come, bestir your
self! The Governors daughter has
commanded your presence"
(To BE CoNTINUED)
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Of violin evidently OF great value,
Charles Riley. Gettysburg farmer
OF moderate circumstances, 10 now
happy over the turn OF affairs which
he believes has freed him for the rest
Of his life from financial worries. The
violin was supposed to be worthless
and came to him In the distribution Of
his fathers personal effects.
Riley thought little of the instru-
ment until he was offered $50 for It
He then suspected that 1t might be
worth more. and refused the offer.
Gradually the would-be purchaser in
creased his offer until 1t reached
$1,000, which Riley still refused.
Later in the day an effort was made
by another person to buy the violin.
but Riley is holding on to 1t until he
can obtain more, The instrument
bears the date "1703." which 10 carved
on 1t. His father purchased 1t at .
public sale.
Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1913-10-03

SYNOPSIS.

Coml3ase Elise. daughter of the govern
or OF the Mount, has chance encounter
with peasant boy. Tho Mount" small
rock-bound island. stood in vast bay on
the northwestern coast of France, ana
during the time of Louis XVI. was gov
ernment stronghold. Develops that the
peasant boy was the son of Seigneur De
HSaurac, nobleman. Young Desaurac deter
mines to secure an education and become
gentleman; sees the governors daugh-
ter depart for Paris. Lady Elise returns
ntter seven years schooling, and enter
tains many mobiles Her Ladyship dances
with strange fisherman, and call 10
arms Is made In an effort to capture
mysterious lie Seigneur Noir. He escapes
Lady Elise is caught in the Grand" tide:
The Black Seigneur rescues and taxes
her To his retreat. Elise discovers that
her savior was the boy with the hsh.
sSnnche2. the Seigneur's servant. Is ar
rested and brought before the governor
Lady Elise has Sanchez set free. Seig-
-neur and priest at the "Cockles:'"' San
chez tells Desaurac that Lady Elise be-
trayed him, but is not believed. Ihe
SSelgncur plans to release prisoners at the
Mount. Lady Elise pleads with her faith
-er to spare the lives OF condemned pris-
.oners Disguised as a peasant Lady
Elise mlngies with the people and hears
tsome startling facts. A mysterious
Mountebank BtaytD riot.