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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

became the STRENUOUS, emphatic
Briton he undoubtedly was by birth
and breeding.
Brave Words.
He said, dearest, that what you
wanted was some good wine-nice
things to eat. He is an awfully fine
chap, and l am afraid ! was rude to
him, but ne didn't seem to mind ii a
bit and he is coming back soon with
chicken broth and port wine, and |
don't know what"
His brave words were well meant,
but the mothers heart understood him
too well to be deceived. A thin hand
caught his wrist and feebly drew him
nearer
You say you were rude to him,
Phil? How can that be possible?
What did you say to warrant such a
description"
He hesitated for a moment. With
rare self-COntrol in one so young, he
fiercely determined not to communi-
cate his own despair TO his mother
So he laughed gently.
We are so jolly hard up. you
know, and it sounded strange in my
ears to talk about luxuries which ]
could not buy. He has often told US,
dear, that you would be better cared
for in the infirmary. l am afraid now
he was right, only we couldn't bear
to be parted. Could we, mother2'
Not all his valor could control his
tremulous lips. A beautiful smile
illumined the face of the invalid.
so you are trying to hoodwink me,
Phil for the first time. l know what
the doctor said He told you that
could not recover and that l had not
long to live; IN word, that l am
dying"
Then the boy gave way entirely
He flung himself down by the side of
the bed and buried his face in the
coverlet.
"Oh, mother, mother!" he walled,
and his passionate sobs burst forth
with alarming vehemence. The poor
woman vainly strOve to soothe him.
She could not move, being paralyzed,
but her fingers twined gently in his
hair and she s1sped brokenly:
Phil, darling, don't make it harder
for me. oh, calm yourself my dear
one. if only for my sake. | have SO
much to say to you, and perhaps so
little time. BE strong Philip. Be
strong and brave, and all will be well
with you. ! know you will miss me
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

us die together, If you cannot stay
with me, then | swear"
But a scream of terror, so shrilI
and vehement that it seemed to he
almost miraculous from so frail a
form. froze the vow on his lips.
Phil! What are you saying? Oh,
my son, my son, do not break my
heart before | die. Kiss me, dearest.
am cold. ! can scarce see you.
Come nearer. Let me look once more
into your brave eyes. You will be a
great man, Phil | know it. Who
should know your character like your
mother? But you must have faith in
God always. | have prayed for you,
and my prayers will surely be grant
ed. | will watch over you. If you
are in danger my spirit will come
back across the void We cannot be
parted. Oh, God, it is impossible!
You are the life of my life. ] am not
dead while you still live"
Even as she spoke, her left hand
and arm, hitherto untouched by the
cruel blight which had made her a
helpless invalid during many weary
months. became numb and rigid. She
was dying now, not with the struggle
against the king of terTOrs which
often marks the passing of humanity,
but with a slow torpidity more akin
to sleep.
Her brain was clear, but the stock
of nervous force had sunk so low that
her few remaining words We're spoken
with difficulty. They were mostly en-
dearing expressions, appeals to her
loved one to hope and pray. to trust
steadfastly in the all-wise power that
would direct his destiny With the
last flicker Of existence the maternal
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

Cussion Of the brain. and practically
never regained his senses, though he
fingered for some weeks and was
subjected to two operations. Mrs An
sons spine was damaged with the
result that she changed from bright
and vigorous woman into a deCrepit
invalid doomed to death from slow
paralysis.
When the great expenses attendant
on these mishaps were paid she found
herself not only absolutely poor, but
rendered incapable of the slightest
effort to turn her many and varied
talents to account in order to earn a
livelihood. She came to London,
where her late husbands employers
generously gave her rent free posses
sion of the tenement in which she
was lying dead, helped her with funds
to furnish it modestly, and found a
clerkship for Philip, with a promise
of early promotion.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

~ )BBIE. sed Pa last mite, the rich
est man in this couRty Is cum
- ing naver to the hotel to have
dinner with us tonite. met him last
mite oaver at the lodge. He rules this
littel town with a rod of iron, Pa sed.
In the short summer that we have been
staying here | know of a dozen mort
cages witch he has foreclosed, sed Pa.
He is a grand old sport, deesidedly not.
The only reason I asked him oaver was
so you cud study him & try to be as
differnt wen you grow up as you can
possibly be.
Jest then the rich old man calm. His
naim was Mister Stone & wen ! seen
him l thought II was a good naim for
him He was thin & meen looking &
his eyes looked like the eyes in a big
fish. He looked as If he wud like to
maik everybody suffer. Me & Ma dident
like him & he dident like us,
We are going to stay in your littel
village all Of September e. October. sed
Ma. think those two months is the
luvliest months in the year, when all
the leeves is gold and crimson & the
sky seems so soft & tender
That Is the time | git most OF my
mummy, sed Mister Stone. You bet
git after them farmers wen they sell
thare crops. | have to watch them. up
too. Some of them will do you If you
doant watch them until you git every
cent and the interest. sum of then
complain beekaus the crops is poor, bu
that amt my fault, sed Mister Stone
Is il my fault If the crops Is bad? Do
maik them that way2 he asked Ma
I am going out hunting Tomorrow
with Len Holloway. sed Pa. May b,
you wud like TO cum along
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

Your mother is in heaven"
In heaven, What a tocsin Of woe
in message Of faith! The boy sud
denly stood up. Hope was murdered
within him. His tears ceased and his
labored breathing came under con.
troll with mighty effort He stoop-
ed and kissed the pale cheeks twice.
Good bye" mother" he said. and
the duh pain in his voice was so
heartrending that the nurses sympa
thies mastered her. Spc burst out
crying. Professional instinct came to
the doctors aid He sharply Tcpri-
manded the half hysterical woman and
sent her on an errand 10 bring those
whose duty it is to render the last
services to frail mortality The boy
he led downstairs. He was a busy
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
No. 8, Johnson S News.
CTS there no hope, doctor?'
Absolutely none-now."

SGTS there no hope, doctor?"
Absolutely none-now"
IF she had gone to the-the
workhouse infirmary-would she have
lived?"
The doctor paused. The gulp be-
fore that hateful word was not lost on
him He tried professional severity
and bestowed some care on the but
toning Of a glove.
81 am surprised" he said, that an
excellent woman like your mother
should encourage your feelings Of
! er-repugnance toward-er- Con-
found it, boy, have you no relatives
or friends?"
NO. sir. We are alone in the
world"
And hard up, eh?"
The boy dug a hand into a pocket
with the stolid indifference of de-
spair, He produced two shillings and
some pennies. He picked out the sill
yer, and the man Redeemed in protest
Don't be stupid, Philip. That is
your name, is II not? When | want
my fee will ask for It. Your mother
needs a nurse, win, chicken broth.
You are old enough to realize that
) doctor practicing in a neighborhood
like this might want such things him
self and whistle for them. But in the
-er-intirmary they are provided by
the State"
Would my mother have lived had
she consented to be taken there n
month ago."
Again the man wondered at the
stony persistence of the questioner.
fearless looking. active boy of 10, at
tired In worn clothes too small for
him, and wearing an old pair of boots
several sizes too large. The strong
young face. pinched with vigils and
privation. the large, earnest eyes,
heavy with unshed tears, the lips
quivering i'm their resolute compress
sion over chin that indicated great
strength of character. appealed far
more to the doctor than the whimper-
ing terror with which the children OF
the poor usually meet the grim vision
Of death
The wrestle with the glove ceased
and kindly hand rested on Philips
shoulder
No" came the quiet answer. May
God help you, she would not have
lived"
God does not help anybody" was
the amazing retOrt.
The Command.
The doctor was shocked. visibly so
That is a foolish and wicked
statement" he said, sternly. DO not
let your mother hear such awful
words She has lived and will die
true Christian. I have never met
woman of greater natural charm and
real piety. She has suffered SO much
that she merits the life eternal. II is
a reward, not a punishment. Cast
away these terrible thoughts; go,
rather, and kneel by her side in pray
err"
For an instant the great brown
eyes blazed flercely at him
Am I to pray that my mother shall
be taken from me?"
Even that if it be Gods will"
The CLEAN of passion yielded to
utter helplessness. The boy again
brought forth his tiny store of
money.
Surely" he said 81 can buy some
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
HIS WILD OATS"
By EDITH M. THOMAS.

I f isn't young and he isn't gay,
His face is long and his forelock is gray;
Good old boy. very likely you'd say
Yet he's sowing his wild oats.
Well is he known in these city streets:
You can count on the program he daily repeats
Time and place where he drinks and eats
ION the hour of he dotes.)
n Ut wherever he goes, the proof is seen
d OF his lavish ways-it is traced in green
The very pavement stones between
That he's sowing his wild oats,
Prodigal? Yes he careessy spends
The bounty that luck providence sends;
But he never borrows and never lends,
And he never gratis votes
A SERVANT-he isn't in anyone's pay.
~ Takes what he gets and has nothing TO say;
His faithful plodding day by day,
An honest life connOtes
of the city's working force:
Give him his due, matter of course.
He's only Percheron-bg, grey horse
And he's sowing his wild oats!
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
WOMEN AVOID SOCIETY

They are reluctant to make the
least effort when suffering from
dizziness, backache, headache,
nervousness, the blues. that bear
ing down pain or displacement.
Yet they would like to be well.
Why continue to suffer when thou
sands Of American women are liy-
ing testimonials for what Lydia
r. Piukham's Negeta bic Com
pound has accomplished in over
coming all such troubles and re-
storing glorious health?
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
The King Of Diamonds ~

instinct became dominant again and
she asked him not to forget her.
The boy could only muTmur agon-
lied appeals to the merciless unseen
not to rob him of the only being he
held dear on earth, but even in that
awful moment he had the strength to
cease his frantic protests when they
seemed to cause her grief as she pass
ed the dreadful barrier Of eternity
Through his binding tears he thought
he could discern smile on the worn
face. The doctor watched Phil more
narrowly than the sunken frame on
the bed. 1t was best that the parox-
ysm of grief should go untrammeled
The nurse, a young woman unused as
yet to the inevitableness of death.
moved timidly toward the windows
and adjusted the curtainst o admit
v,,,r, 1irl4
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
The Thrilling Story of a
MODERN MONTE CRLSTO

man. with many claims on his time,
but this strange youngster interested
him. and he resolved to turn the boys
thoughts forcibly away from the all
absorbing horror of his mothers
death.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

KIT AVE you a tumbler or a
II cup?" he said, sharply.
Phil handed him a tum-
bier. The doctor poured out some
wine taken from the nurses basket,
soaked a piece of bread in the liquor
and gave il to the boy with an i'm
perative command to eat it instantly.
Somewhat to his surprise, he was
obeyed. While Phil was devouring
the food of which he stood so greatly
in need the doctor reviewed the cir
cumstanCes of this poverty stricken
household so far as they were known
to him Mr.. and Mrs. Arson had oc-
cupied a fairly good position in
Dieppe, where Philips father was the
agent of an old established London
firm Of coal shippers About two
years earlier both husband and wife
were seriously injured in a motor car
accident. Mr.. Arson sustained con-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

We have been all in all to each
other since your fathers death. But
my memory must be sweet, not bit
ter to you. When you think of me /
want the recollection to inspire you
to do that which is right regardless
of consequences, to strive always for
honor and for the appreciation Of
your own conscience. My own dear
boy. we must bow to the will of God
We have indeed been sorely tried.
you far more than !, for l can look
back on years of perfect happiness
with loving husband and delight
full child, whereas you have been
plunged into poverty and misery at
an age when life should be opening
before you with every promise of a
successful career. Perhaps, Phil
your trials have come to you early,
as mine have found me late. ] trust
] have borne reverses of health and
fortune with patience and resignation.
My present sufferings will be a last
ing Joy to me If, in the life to come,
! can know that my example has been
a stimulus to you amid the chances
and changes of your career. Promise
me, darling, that you will resign
yourself to the DEGREES of Providence
even in the bitter hour of our part
ing"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
He Didn't Count.

81 heard your wife talking two hours
straight of last night"
Yes; she and were having an argu-
ment"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
Last Words.

Her voice failed. Tears stood in
her eyes. The knowledge came to
her anew that natural emotions can
at times conquer all restraints. The
maternity strong within her clam
ored for the power TO shield her off
spring from the dangers that would
beset him. There was a maddening
plan in the thought that few brief
hours or minutes might unclasp her
arms from him forever.
It was Phil who first gave utter
ance to the wild protest in their
souls
Mother" he mourned, bitterly, 81
don't want to live without you. Let
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
He Ran Up Stairs.

Yes, yes; within half an hour Tell
your mother to expect me-"
Philip ran up the stairs Long
practice had enabled him to move
with a minimum of noise. It was
pitiful to see the manner in which he
emerged, with Stealthy activity, into
the Creaking loft above. Here, at
first glance, there was an astonish-
ing degree Of comfort. Odd pieces
of worn carpet, neatly Joined, COW
cred the floor. The two windows
facing only to the front of the dwell
ing, were curtained. The whitewashed
walls were almost hidden by cuttings
from the colored periodicals published
during the previous Christmas sea-
son. A screen divided the room into
two compartments, each containing
a tiny bed. On one of these, propped
up with pillows, lay the wasted fig
ure Of a woman over whose face the
shadows were falling fast. The ex-
IRENE thinness, the waXen palloT, the
delicate texture of debilitated skin
and unnatural brilliancy of the eyes,
gave her a remarkably youthful ap-
pearance. This fantastic trick of
death in life accentuated the resem-
blance between mother and son. The
boy, too, was sharply outlined by
hunger, and in the fading light of a
March day the difference between the
dread tokens of approaching collapse
and the transient effects of a scanty
regimen on a vigorous youth was not
readily distinguishable.
DO you want anything, mother
dear?" said the boy, laying his hand
tenderly on the clammy forehead.
only to ask you. Phil. what it was
that the doctor told YOU
The voice was low and sweet-the
diction that of an educated woman.
The boy, too, though his tones were
strong and harsh, spoke with the ac-
cent Of good breeding. His manner
and words gained some distinction
from a slight touch of French ele-
gance and precision. This was only
noticeable in repose When excited,
or moved to deep feeling. the Con-
tinental veneer acquired at the Lycee
in Dieppe instantly vanished, and he
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
The End.

At last. when Phi's strength yield
ed to the strain of his sorrow and
the very force of his agony had spent
itself the doctor leaned over the in
animate form and looked into the
eyes.
1T has ended Phil" he whispered
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

small amount of wine. In the shops
they sell things in tins that make
chicken broth, don't they? | have a
fire and a kettle. Would you mind
telling me"
There, there. You go to your
mother. and endeavor to cheer her up.
Will see what | can do. What,
Would you argue with me? Go at
once; ! insist. Listen, she is calling
for you!"
In that poor tenement there were no
secrets. A rickety staircase, crudely
built against the retaining wall of
the only living room on the ground
floor, led steeply to an apartment
above, and eliminated in an opening
that suggested a trapdoor. The walls,
roughly paneled. were well provided
with shelves and pegs. The back door
was fastened with a latch, a con-
trivance rarely seen in London of to-
DAY. The front window looked out
into a badly paved court girt by
tumble down stables. A smaller win
dow at the back revealed a dismal
yard darkened by lofts. Although
little more than a stones throw re-
moved from the busy Mile End Road,
the place was singularly quiet 1t
was already dead, and only waited
the coming of men and piCkaXes and
crowbars to sweep away the ruins.
The boy heard his name whispered
rather than spoken. The sound gal
vanized him into vivid consciousness.
Doctor" he said, earnestly, you
will come back?
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22

became the strenuous, emphatic
Briton he undoubtedly was by birth
and breeding
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-09-22
Begin This Great
Story TODAY

Copyright. 1904. by Edward j. clode)
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-11-07
A Chinese Cromwell.

Mr.. Yuan has evidently read the life of Crom
well and has taken a leaf therefrom His action
in expelling the whole of DR.. Suns party. three
hundred strong, from parliament was in the very
vein of the great Protectors dismissal Of the House
at Westminster and was effected under similar
provocation. The Kuo Mntang has been trouble
maker from the beginning, causing exasperatng and
mischievous delay in the constitutional organization
Of the republic, and it crowned its career by en-
deavoring to make China not nation but a loose
league of a score of independent provinces and its
President futile fgurehead without power or pres
tige. No wonder the strenuous President says
Away with it!
Nor is his action revolutionary as it seems
For Mr. Yuan may be described constitutional
President without constitutional limitations. He
was elected according to the provisions of const
tuition which has not yet been adopted. He Is thus
invested with practically dictatoral authority, and
lust now he is using it for all it is worth. or
course, his vlndication must be in the event. If
he uses his autocracy for the common good, to Sc
cure truly Republican constitution, he will be the
Father of His Country If he should use II to sup
press repubcanlsm and restore monarchy or to
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-11-07
Perhaps the Times Are Not So Awful,
After ALL

Bewaug the sad, mad ways OF the current hour
has become one Of the favorite indoor sports. Our
children have no manners, our dances have no
morals, and for the dresses really the less said
Of them the better,
Hence 1t was with amazement and no small relief
as well that we read the very cheerful views Of
Mrs. David +. Houston wife of the Secretary Of
Agriculture We have been waiting to see if fire
from heaven rebuked her statements, and seeing
none descend we make bold to reproduce her line
Of thought.
81 am always 80 amused when | hear about the
good old tines" begins Mrs. Houston They were
not good the present, she boldly asserts.
Dancing? Mrs. Houston has danced all her life.
and she remember the shocking pow-wow there
over the walt2-horrid innovation that II was.
The new dances, danced by well bred young peo-
pie" she actually considers beautiful"
AS for women's clothes, they were never 50
pretty they to-day and never quite so
sensible" 81 am always amused when hear abo 4
the modesty of women's clothes in the good old
times" she adds. Wbereupon she produced a min
iature of her grandmother clad for the street In a
low necked gown! AS for slit skirts, they his
tory, and history repeats itself"
All Of this is most refreshing and rather reassur-
ing We find ourselves beginning to entertain the
notion that the fate of Sodom and Gomorrah may
yet be a considerable distance further down our
path
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-11-07
THE PEOPLES COLUMN

dare 10 right all wrongs and share all
rights.
IL is a mistake to suppose that the
leading men and women want the So
called normal or average men ana
women TO enter into rivalry 10 see
which can subjugate the other-or TO take
mans handicap away and give 1t TO
woman. That view is as distorted as that
OF the so-caled norman men, who still
regard themselves as the natural rulers
lin spite OF the fact that they say suf-
frage iG mot a natural right save
the markO.
W. L. George in Woman and To-
morrow" says eve wish to establish
a state Of balance where sex differences
will remain, but where sex privileges
will vanish" The abolition OF the priv
iege Of bullying wives as inmates may
make for a diminished vanity among
men and a higher sanity among so-called
normal" women who are to-day as in
different as criminals, paupers and Inn
beetles to their own rights.
II. S. HOWARD.
New York Nov g. 1913.
New-York tribune. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1866-1924, 1913-11-07
Advance, West India!

Among the more important by-products of the
Panama Canal we are likely to see the development
Of another elf-governing dominion or common
wealth within the British Empire. This will con
sst of the West India islands, and perhaps also the
continental possessions of the British in Cen
trail and South America.
These various colonies collectively much
larger in population, commerce and wealth, than is
Newfoundland or even New Zealand. Yet they
have no voice in imperial affairs and little influence
because of their lack Of unity. OF course their
geographical distribution makes it less easy for
them TO be administered under a common govern
ment than single compact country; less easy, but
not impossible nor gravey difficult.
For of years the question of federation
has been Internationally considered. Now the i'm
pending opening of the Panama Canal and the pros
pect of profound changes in commercial relation
ships have given to the movement new impetus
and have made its realization seem all but essential