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Our laundry IS sanitary and a sure death to germs of any kind. By our process the clothes returned to you are cleaner and more hygenic than it is possible to obtain by the usual home washing. You will be pleased with the appearance of your linens. American Excelsior Laundry. Phone l46. 7-16 If
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-10-19

If YOU want to know how we'll a mans linen can be laundred in a really up-to-date, properly equipped laundry, let us do your laundry for a month or two. and see how much better you are satisfied. American Excelsior Laundry, Phone 146. 7-16 tt
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-10-19
Immense Sum Spent by Tourists.

Immense Sum Spent by Tourists.
 The actual money invested in hotels in Switzerland is s1s0,000,0O0. The payment of the interest on this sum the maintenance of the properties and 8 profit on the enormous business which employs many thousands ot people. is practically all paid by tour. fists who come to Switzerland in pur suit of health recreation and pleasure
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-10-19

Pure paint makes progressive people-Proud to be property owners Pine Bluff needs property owners; Hams paint. Ask the man at Claud CIoorr G, Co
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-10-19
Not the Right Kind.

"1 thought you said young Jaggers was a coward? In our automobile ac. cident, we found he was full of grit"
 ''Humph! I'd like to know wher he got it so suddenly"
 T suppose from the ditch we fell tnto."
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-10-19
True GivinQ.

If instead of gem, or even a flow. CT. we could cast the gift of lovely thought into the heart of a friend, that would be giving as the angels must give--George Macdonald.
Pine Bluff daily graphic., 1913-10-19
JUST ARRIVED

Bulbs direct from Holland. Fine assortment of Narcissus, Hyesinths, and Daffodils.
 MRS. c. A. STARR, Florist. 10-5 Inn. Phone 361.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
.Daysey Mayme
.AndHer Folks
By FRANCES L. GARsIDE.

T YSANDER JOHN APPLETON
interprets the Scriptures so lit
orally that he believes a whale
once found a man-sized germ in its
stomach.
He never attended a family reunion
that lasted as long as two days that
it didn't make him think deeply Of
the famous one that lasted 40 days
in an ark when all the kin We're sur
rounded by water and couldn't get
away
And the reflection always made his
misfortune seem trivial in compari-
son.
He interprets the commands in the
Bible so literally that when he re-
Gently read that a man should go
into his closet to pray, he realized
that he had been sadly remiss in his
duties. When he said grace at the
table being a meek man, he had
thanked his wife, and when he had
prayed il had been at his bedside.
Il will reform" he said one Sunday
morning. Hereafter l will go into
my closet to pray. I will 80 now
He opened the closet door and was
in the act of falling on his knees
when his eyes fell on the clothes
racks hung with his wife's gar
ments There was dress after dress,
so completely filling the closet that
there was room for only one suit
belonging to Lysander John.
He counted seventeen dresses, and
his wife had told him that morning
she had nothing to wear. There was
the blue silk as good as new, which
she said was fit for the ragbag, and
a broadcloth she had worn only
twice.
There's that green serge, that
black and white, check, that brown
diagonal; the gray suit she had
bought two months ago; suit after
suit, and every one as good as new.
Good Lord, l wonder what ais
The name of the Lord recalled him
to his purpose, and he tried to get on
his knees, but found there wasn't
white, black, kid, cloth. patent
leather high and low, that were
scattered around him.
"Any one would think" Lysander
John grumbled, that my wife is a
centipede And she said yesterday
she must get at least six more pairs
before another week"
In his anger he swore at woman
and her extravaganza, and, knowing
that resistance to his wife was futile,
he began kicking the shoes out into
the bedroom, throwing after each shoe
womans garment in silk or wool.
His wrath grew with the contents of
the closet to such bounds that when
he had cleared a space large enough
for kneeling he no longer felt like it.
she has cost me all have on this
EARTH" he groaned, and now she
has cost me the chance to get to
Heaven"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
Meant Well.

English cyclists travelling alone on
the Continent have many queer ex-
periences. A young man who was
bicycling in Southern France was
pushing his machine up steep hill
when he overlook a peasant with a
donkey cart who was making but lit
tie progress, though the donkey was
doing his best.
The benevolent cyclist. putting his
left hand against the back of the cart
and guiding his machine with the
other pushed so hard that the don
key, taking fresh courage, pulled his
load up to the top successfully
The summit reached, the peasant
burst into thanks to his benefactor
1T was very good of you, indeed
monsieur" he protested. Il should
never in the world have got up the
hill with only one donkey
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
Up-to-Date Jokes

A policeman who was charged with
having lost his whistle was asked to
explain He said:
"You see, I went home last night
and put my whistle on the table.
turned round, and bless me, one of
my kids was choking and nearly
black in the face You see, inspector,
he'd swallowed the whistle"
rs he dead?" asked the sympathetic
inspector.
mo, sir" was the reply. He isn't
dead but he's got whooping cough,
and now every time he coughs the
whistle blows, and the cop on the
beat comes a-running to see what's
the trouble"
The maid-of all work is as black as
pot when there comes a peal at the
front doorbell
Don't you go, Jane, but
just peep and see who 1t IS
Jane latter peeping) it's all
right, mum; it's only the master. l
thought 1t was gentleman.
Jimson-Oh, yes. | knew old Sim
son. He was good sort. He did a
very kind action once for me when
the clouds were dark and threatening
and the world looked so black.
Pimson-What did he do2
Jimson-He lent me an umbrella.
I've Just washed out a suit for my
little boy-and now 1t seems too tight
for him"
He'll fit it all right If you wash
the boy"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
The Money Wasn't On.

There was an aged Scotsman who,
by native shrewdness. made a for
tune, and he did 1t without the Slight
est bit of education. One day he and
an acquaintance were talking, when
the latter said to old Duncan:
Il tell you you don't know enough
to go in when 1t rains. Why, you
can't spell bird"
"B-u-r-d," said Duncan.
81 tell you you don't know any
thing. Why, if you had to spell to
make a living you'd have been dead
years ago. III bet you hundred you
can't spell bird"
I'm tax ye," quickly replied Dun
can.
After the money was put up Dun
can said: "B-i-r-d"
THAT amt the way you spelled it
the first time"
Il wisna bettln' them"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
Some Species of Antarctic Birds.

again and enjoy it. 1t seems to pos
sess some ineXpliCable quality, like
that Of the water of certain wells and
springs, which draws those who have
once tasted it back again with an IT.
resistible longing.
Even the snowflakes and ice crys-
tails of the Antarctic appear to be
unique. In calm weather they some
times fall suddenly out of an appar-
emily clear, serene sky, and, settling
on the white surface beneath, look
like countless thousands of crystal
coins, as large as shillings, rejecting
all the cOlors of the spectrum. They
lie tipped at every possible angle,
catching every sunbeam and splitting
up its prismatic hues.
"As one plOds along toward the
midnight sun" says ShackletOn,
ones eyes naturally fall on the plain
ahead, and one realizes that the sim
ile of a gem strewn carpet could
never be more aptly employed than
in describing the radiant path of the
sun on the snowy surface"
Strange Birds.
The life of the Antarctic is also
more abundant and varied than that
of the North Polar regions. The sea
Is full of inhabitants. and strange bird
forms appear on the snow and ice
covered land. Among these the first
rank must be given to the penguins,
which, at a distance, startlingly re-
semble human figures. They also
mimic men in many of their motions
and a procession of them, in their
white vests and trousers and black
coats, resembles the stately march Of
a company Of grave burghers in holt
day dress
Every explorer who has seen the
twin volcanoes Of Erebus and Terror
is impressed by their majestic and
wonderful appearance, towering UP
out Of the ice world around them
while puffs of black smoke and pill
lars of white steam seem to proclaim
that the ancient continent beneath is
yet alive. and full Of its primeval en-
ergies.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
BY GARRETT P. sERVIss.

TIME marvellous charm of the
Antarctic Is finding its way to
every mind through the many
books that have recently been poured
forth by, or in the name of, such men
as Captain Scott Captain Amundsen,
Ernest Shackleton and Jean Charcot.
The stories that they tell and the
| pictures that they show open up viz
tually a new world for human con-
| temptation.
The surroundings of the South
Pole are far more interesting than
those of the North Pole. There seems
always tc have been a dim fore
! glimpse of this fact which has col
ored mems imaginings about the re-
mote regions of the South The feel
ing that some great and romantic
mystery existed there can be discern
ed in early works of fiction, in which
the Antarctic Continent played a part,
as, for instance, in Poe's remarkable
story of Arthur Gordon Pym."
But the actual facts, as they have
come to light within a few years past,
exceed all that imaginative writers
could invent. The Antarctic CONT
nent is now known to be a far great
er mass of land than anyone could
have anticipated. In mean elevation
it is the loftiest land on the whole
globe, and wherever its vast mantle
of ice allows a glimpse to be obtained
of what lies beneath, indications are
found that it has passed through a
history animated by the presence of
wonderful living forms. Its immense
coal beds alone suffice to prove that
I
tropical, climate The great for
these beds certainly did not flourish
amid eternal icei
Very Fascinating.
But even in its present state it is
fascinating to the eye and to the
mind. Nowhere else in the world is
| there anything comparable with thai
| enormous barrier of ice cliffs, running
! for thousands of miles around the
! hidden continent and rising straight
out of the ocean ike a glittering
wall, hundreds of feet in height an6
| so vertical that in many places 9
| ship may lie directly alongside anC
! where there is a depression of the
wall a landing may be made from
| the deck, as at a natural wharf
| The fleets of icebergs that break
off this barrier are unmatched in size
number and strangeness of form
Look, for instance, at the picture
that DR.. Charcot took of a gigantic
| floating ice arch.
Often as the barrier is approached
a dark shadow is seen in the side
of the wall When this is near 1t re-
solves itself into a stupendous cav
ern in the ice face, filed With greer
and purple reflections and shadows
and so large that a ship might pass
within. Mr.. Shackleton describes ont
Of these ice caverns which cut tbs
waterline, and was so spacious tina
his steamer, the Nimrod, might hay,
been steered directly into it withou
touching its roof or its sides VIII
| masts or yards.
The meteorological peculiarities o
the region are unique The explorer
are unanimous in declaring that tn
air Is so pure and invigorating tina
after single visit all are eager to g,
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
A Quick Change.

Young Man Cat amateur musicaD-
Did you ever hear such horribly dis
cordant, splitting-
Old Gentleman-Si that's nv eld-
est daughter and
Young Mani was about to say.
sir, sucn ear-splitting chatter as the
idiots behind US are making? Why, l
can't hear a word Of that song!
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
WITHIN THE LAW
4 Powerful Story of Adventure Intrigue and Lore

1913, by the H. X. Fly Com
pany The play within the Law" is
copyrighted by Mr.. WELLER and this
novelization OF IL is published by his
permission. The American Play Com
pany Is the sole proprietor OF the ex-
elusive rights Of the representation
and performance Of within the Law"
in all languages.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
A Hard Fight.

| i know closing the drawer weari-
ly; yet I can't help but feel that it's
somewhere about this bureau"
For one fleeing moment a doubt Of
Maggie flashed through her mind. She
might have found 1t and not told her.
But quickly she put this thought aside
as unjust. For whatever Maggie's
faults, she was scrupuously honest
You'd better lie down, ma am" ad-
vised Maggie at length, cor you'H be
sick If it's here, Wen come across II.
But you won't find it the way you're
| looking now" for Helen was feverishly
going back again over the same ground.
By the time Warren came Helen was
almost hysterical. She felt she could not
kept it TO herself any longer. If only
she had told him the truth yesterday
instead of saying she had left the ring
at the jewelers.,
Now he would be furious at her de-
| ception! Mono, she COULD not con-
| TESS that-and the loss of the ring, tool
There was still the chance that she
might find it tomorrow.
| But the strain OF the sleepless night
! ana lTe lIuillt5S udg > SCdTNn l4tl D6Gll
too great, and at dinner Helen broke
down completely. Without any warning.
she suddenly hid her face in her nap
kin and burst into tears.
Warren laid down his knife and fork
and stared at her
well, by guns! What's come over
you?"
MY engagement ring" she sobbed
4 81 didn't take It to Blackford's! It's
it's LOST"
| The silence Of the next few moments
was broken only by Helen's sobs. She
dared not look up.
80 that's It," he finally rasped.
That's what's been the matter. And
/ why, may I ask, did you lie to me
about it?"
/ Helen cringed at the cold sarcasm in
his voice
"oh, II thought I'd find it," she
sobbed And I didn't want to worry
YOU
( Huh" with a sheer. you lied be-
cause you're always lying. You don't
know how to tell the truth"
oh, but the ring, Warren, my en-
. EdSEHe4l TluB- Ndu yOu SEE NOW
1 MUCH it means? l didn't want to ad-
nit even to myself that it was lost. Oh,
/ l feel that it's a bad omen! That it's
] --''
BAD omen-piffle' The bad omen OF
that ring was that ever gave it to you
! Our marriage comes mighty near being
blamed ffzzle, all right. Nine mer
out of ten are fools for marrying any
how-and I was double-dyed IDIOT
"Oh, Warren-WaCren, don't-dont
/ say such things. You know you cant
mean
Il mean all that and a whole lot more
Your lost ring may be a devilish good
/ omen at that! There're a lot Of thing.
i'd count as better luck than having L
spend the rest of my life with You"
Hurting down his napkin Warner
stalked out, while Helen with her head
on the table sobbed convulsively.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
Little Bobbie S
Pa
By WILLIAM r. KIRK.

XZoU are Citing lazy. deer, sed
Ma to Pa last mite. Why
doant you work all day. the way
other men have to? Heer II is mite
q you haven't done a thing in the way
Of hard work since you got up. You
spent all the forenoon visiting with
a crowd Of the boys oaver at the cor
ner, a in the afternoon you went TO
the ball gain & calm hoam tired &
hoarse from yelling at the players (
the umpire, / wonder If a man ever
thinks what fool he is to waste his
voice bawling at lot of players who
doant know he is in the stand and
doant care. Why doant you git bizzy
4 work the way you can work? Ma
sed.
Maybe l work a good deal moar
than you think l do. sed Pa.
No you doan't, sed Ma. Ware are
all those wunderful short stories that
you were going to rite. You told me
oaVer month ago that you were
going to rite short stories. Ware are
thay?s
| have furnished several Of them,
sed Pa, q sent them out l dident
want to say anything to you until |
got check from the magazeen. |
luv you best, deer, sed Pa, wen you
are in one of yur melting moods, &
thare is nothing in the wurld that
puts you In one of them moods quick
er than a check. But as long as YOU
have brought up the subjeck, sed Pa,
l VIII show you the latest story that
l have been working on. 1t IS about
finished up.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
If You Value Your Face

use De Miracle. the one safe. perfect
ed hair remover of proven merit. Re
member. the injury caused by the use
of doubtful hair removers will either
result in permanent disagreement or
cost you many dollars because it will
take months or possibly years to gain
control Of hair growths which have
been stimulated by the use of such
rrena ratiOns
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
Superfluous
Hair Truths
Stop EXPERIMENTING

If you use a simple toilet prepara-
ton and it proves to be worthless.
you only lose money. When you use
a questionable depilatory, however. it
is a very serious matter because you
not only lose money. but you take the
grave risk of permanent disfgure-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19

tomorrow! The mere thought Of tell
ing him made her sick with dread.
In spite of Helen's effort to appear as
usual, Warren saw at once that some
thing was wrong.
What's the matter with your" he de-
manded at dinner. What makes you
so glum?"
why nothing, dear I'm little tired,
that's all
To Helen the evening seemed endless.
Warren read and she tried to sew, but
not for one instant was the ring out of
her mind. And she was in constant
dread lest Warren should see her bare
finger and speak Of It.
That night she could not sleep. She
tossed and turned and anguished over
the ring. In the morning she had one OF
her sick headaches, which nervous wor-
ry and lack Of sleep always brought on.
More Lies.
You're not at funeral, you know, -
was Warren's caustic comment, as he
buttered his third piece of toast.
Ion. l know" with a forced laugh
its this weather, l suppose I'll be all
right by vening."
As Helen poured his second cup of
coffee he suddenly noticed her hand.
whats the natter" sharply. Where s
your ring?"
"Oh. the stone was a little loose-one
Of the prongs was worn, and I left it to
have it reset"
Always some plausible untruth SEEM
ed to leap to Helen's lips at such times.
She was never deliberately deceiving.
The words seemed always to come of
themselves.
why didn't you give it to me? Where
did you take It to? Some snide con-
cern7 They'll change that stone on you
If you're not careful"
''Oh, no, dear, 1 took it 10 Black
ford's. l didn't want to bother you
with It,"
With unspeakable relief Helen saw
Warren off that morning. AT least he
had not doubted her story of the night
before.
Maggie swept carefully every room
and Helen went through every drawer
and closet. Boxes, clothes hampers,
shoe bags, every possible nook into
which the ring might have slipped from
her finger was searched.
She was to have gone shopping with
Mrs. Stevens that afternoon, but she
phoned her that she could not go. BY
noon she was almost sick, and yet she
kept on looking over and over again
she would search in the same places in
futile. helpless way
There amt no use lookin' in there
again, ma am" said Maggie, as for the
dozenth time Helen went through her
top bureau drawer
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
By MARVIN DANA from the
Play by BAYARD WELLER.
TO-DAY'S INSTALIlMENT.

Wait. please!" he admonished the
Inspector. You wait bit" He went
step toward the young man. Give
the boy a chance" he said, and his
voice was very friendly as he went on
speaking. Dick, I don't want TO
frighten you, but your position is
really a dangerous one. Your only
chance is to speak with perfect frank
ness. l pledge you my word, I'm tell
ing the truth, Dick" There was pro-
found concern in the lawyers thin
face, and his voice. trained to orator.
cal arts, was emotionaIy persuasive.
Dick, my boy, I want you TO forget
that I'm the District Attorney and re-
member only that I'm an old friend
of yours and Of your fathers, who is
trying very hard to help you. Surely
you can trust me. Now, Dick, tell me
Who shot Griggs?"
Burke Keen for knowledge.
There came a long pause. Burke's
face was avid with desire for knowl-
edge, with the keen expectancy of the
hunter on the trail, which was char
acteristic OF him In his professional
work The District Attorney himself
was less vitally eager, but his curios-
ity, as we'll as his wish to escape from
an embarrassing situation, showed
openly on his alert countenance The
heavy features of the father were
twisting a little in nervous spasms, for
- Ia. ~ I'll.
since his only son was In such hor-
rible plight Dick alone seemed almost
tranquil. though the outward calm
was belied by the Pickering of his
eyelids and the occasional involuntary
movement of the lips Finally he
spoke, In a cold, weary voice.
Il shot Griggs," he said
Demarest realized subtly that his
plea had failed. but he made an eff
fort to resist the impression, to take
the admission at its face value.
"Why?' he demanded.
Dicks answer came in the like I'M
meaning tones and as YEARLY.
because | thought he was a bur
glar."
The District Attorney was begin.
ming to feel his professional pride
aroused against this young man wht
so UdBTdHtly repelleu MS attempts u
| learn the truth concerning the Grim,
that had been committed. He resort
| ed to familiar articles for entanglinl
/ one questioned
ooh, / see!" he said, in a tone o
! conviction. Now, let's go back
little. Burke says you told him las
night that you had persuaded you
wife to come over to the house an,
join you there. Is that right?"
Yes" The monosylable was ut
| tered indifferentIy
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-19
What Did Happen7"

And. while the two Of you were
talking" Demarest continued in a
matter Of fact manner. He did not
conclude the sentence, but asked in
stead: Now, tell me, Dick, Just
what did happen, won't you?"
There was no reply; and, after a
little interval the lawyer resumed his
questioning,
Did this burglar come into the
room?"
Dick nodded an assent.
And he attacked your"
There came another nod of afiirma-
ton.
And there was a struggie?"
Yes" Dick said, and now there
was resolution in his answer
And you shot him?" Dsmarest
asked, smoothly.
Yes" the young man said again.
Then" the lawyer countered on the
instant, where did you get the re-
volver2"
why, l grabbed it" Then. the
significance of this crashed on his
consciousness. and he checked the
words trembling on his lips. His
eyes. which had been downcast, lifted
and glared on the questioner 80"
he said, with swift hostility in his
VOICE. 50, you re trying 10 trap me-
tool" He shrugged his shoulders in
a way he had learned abroad. "Youl
And you talk of friendship l want
none of such friendship"
Demarest, greatly disconnected, was
skilled, nevertheless, in assembling
and he hid his chagrln perfectly
There was only reproach IN his voice
as he answered stoutly:
81 am your friend, Dick"
But Burke would be no longer re-