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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-29
convinced we have a strong case
against the accuaed.

against the accused.
Now, do not think a manlier thinA
has been said in all the mass of things
that have been said in the Phagan
case than the foregoing.
If any person who does not know
Frank Hooper has any doubts as to
his complete integrity and lofty ideals
the statement credited to him herein
of sanity, which would have elm
mated many of the ugly features.
Happily, however, the chatterboxes
and the human monographs have
been given most effective pause in
their wild riot Of talk, and if the
Society for the Suppression of In
necessary Noises has rounded them
up for good and all, so be it, and
praise fOrevermOrei
Sanity and THE LAW OF THE
LAND have taken the Phagan case
in hand, and through these agencies
will the truth of the murder Of Mary
PhaSan be set up eventually.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-29
oNWENrsIA PoLoIsTs WIN.

CHICAGO, June 2S.-Experience
met ineXperience at the Onwentsia
polo field to-day with the usual result.
The young and unseasoned men on
the Cincinnati club were no match
for the older and more seasoned play
ers of the Lake Forest four. The
score: Onwentsia, IL; Cincinnati,
Q "a
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
In the PEASANTS Cottage

And now let us return to the real Grace
Roseberry-for Grace Roseberry was not
dead. She was lying i'll in a hospital in
Mannheim.
IT was while the German sentries
at the little cottage on the frontier
were calling out to each other the or
der: pass the English lady" that the
German surgeon, closely examining the
body on the bed in the miller's cottage,
said with terrible gayety:
"Aha.. my dear, the Frenchmrn says
you are dead-does he? The French
man is an ass: the Frenchman is
-ouack. Max bring me my black bag
This is not death; 1t is suspended ami
nation from, pressure on the BRAIN
you remember the battle of Solfe-
rino, Max? You remember the Aus
trian soldier l operated on? l saved
that mans life, but failed to give him
back his reason.
~ was not satisfied with the results
of that operation. 1 have often wanted
to try 1t again. Here is case just
like that at Solferino. / am going to
try and see if / can save life and rea-
son. too this time"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Fortunes of War

The shell was a small one from a field
battery, but its explosion wrecked the
room, stunned its occupants for awhile
and set fire to the wooden floor.
Quickly regaining her senses, Mercy
seized some of the bags which the miller
had left lying there and, throwing them
over the sm9uldering floor, trampled out
the fire
That done, through the clearing smoke,
she saw Grace lying apparently dead and
knelt beside her, trying to revive her. :
The surgeon hurried in from the
kitchen He neklt beside the stricken
woman.
TT is all over" he said, Il can do
nothing here"
"Dead2"
The surgeon nodded. 1.-THE fortunes of
war" he said, next time it may be
YOU
They laid the inanimate body of Grace
upon the bed and the surgeon gently
led Mercy from the room. The roll of
drums was heard in the distance; the
retreat had begun
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Afraid to Sneak

She rapidly told of the various positions
she had held-and lost through her past
being found out
She waited for word of sympathy
eagerly, thirstily waited. But Il am
very sorry for you," was all that Miss
Roseberry could say. And even saying
that she drew back step
Disappointed of the word she longed
for, Mercy lapsed into a musing strain
and told of a sermon she had once heard
young clergyman preach at a service
attended by the inmates of the Refuge
a sermon which, she said, so influenced
her that it had saved her from commit
ting suicide or from drifting back into
the old life,
might have been something more"
she said, in level voice; II might have
been happy woman If I could have
prevailed upon myself to speak to Julian
Grey"
Why did you not speak?"
l was afraid that l might interest him
In my sorrows and that l might set my
heart upon him in return"
"You" exclaimed Grace in a tone of
blank astonishment.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Electricity Has Taste

From the Cleveland Plain Dealer.
In some forms electricity is invisible,
while in others 1t may be seen. The
lightning flash and the electric light ara
easily seen, but the current itself is really
invisible to the eye. The sense Of feeling
can detect the presence of the mysterious
element, and the sense of hearing m.~
detect it and the sense of smell has been
known to locate of the. presence of the
wonderful power but it has just recently
been discovered that we may taste cleo
tricity
Metals of an opposite nature will, when
properly connected, throw off a small
current of electricity, and this may ~
tasted by taking a piece of bright, clear
tin about the size of silver dollar, and
placing either above the tongue or be-
meath it. with a silver dollar on the OPP
posite side. Keep the outer edges of the
silver and tin apart for a moment, and
see il you can detect any taste.
Then bring the outer edges of the metals
together with one above the other beneath
the tongue, and instantly there will be a
sour taste in the mouth. This is actually
tasting the electric Current that is pro-
duced by the contact of the two metals,
and which in making the circuit is pass
ing through the tongue, which is very
sensitive.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
A Ear Sadder Story

Suddenly and bitterly the nurse re-
piled: mine is a sadder story than
yours"
How strangely you say It," replied
Grace; "should I be wrong If guessed
that you were some great lady In dis
guise?'
la great LADY," laughed Mercy, sar-
donically.
Grace placed her hand upon the nurses
shoulder saying; Let us be friends"
Mercy roughly shook off the hand
"Ah," cried Grace, you are unkind
I have told you my story. have placed
confidence in you. 1T is ungenerous to
lay me under an obligation and then to
shut me out of your confidence"
You will have it-you shall have It,"
said Mercy. mot so near me-. Sit down.
Wait till you hear what have to say.
when your mother was alive were
you ever out at night with her in the
streets of a great cityR'
Il do not understand you"
Il will put it another way" continued
Mercy, and as she spoke the harshness
of her tone vanished and It's native gen.
tie sadness returned.
Answer me. have you heard of Ref
uges? Have you heard of the women?"
'Yes."
She said falteringly: 'T was once one
of those women
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Lady Janet's Companion

The third person at the table was a
handsome young lady who seemed rath-
er to be playing with her luncheon than
eating it, She was prettily dressed in
gray poplin trimmed with gray velvet,
ana set off by ribbon of deep red tied
in a bow at her throat.
She was nearly as tall as Lady Janet
herself and possessed of a grace and
beauty of figure not always seen in
persons who rise above the medium
height
Judging by a certain innate grandeur
in the carriage of the head and in the
expression of the large, melancholy,
gray eyes, believers in blood and breed
ing would be apt to guess that this was
another noble lady.
But, alas, she is only Lady Janet's
reader and companion. Her firm head
is easily and necessarily watchful to
supply Lady Janet's slightest wants.
The old lady, affectionately familiar
with her, speaks to her as she might
speak to an adopted child. But even
when she smiles in response to Lady
Janets hearty laugh her smile has the
same underlying sadness
There is something wrong here under
the surface What is the matter with
her? The matter is secret remorse. Thls
delicate and beautiful creature pines
under the slow torment OF constant
self-reproach
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Piecing 1t Together

inen ne said that upon returning to
town he found awaiting him letter from
friend of his, the British consul at
Mannheim He read the letter.
The consul said that he had been called
TO the hospital to see an English woman
who was there recovering from a wound
inflicted by a German shell. She had been
left for dead in cottage near the from
tier by the French and had been brought
back to life by the German surgeon.
Ignatius Wetzel.
1T is the same" cried Horace. that
was the name OF the German doctor at
the cottage"
This sick woman in the Mannheim hos
pital had told the consul that her name
was Grace Roseberry and that she had
been on her way to England to Lady
Janet Roy.
But the doctors said that the name on
card in her pocket was Mercy Merrick
and that her clothing was so marked.
They were of the opinion that the patient
was suffering from some insane delusion
due to her injuries.
But she kept demanding that they
find Mercy Merrick."
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Attacked by the Germans

Suddenly rifle shot rang out; then
another and another. Then the rattle of
an engagement. The enemy were attack
ing the village.
The two men threw open the wooden
shutters and looked out. The rain had
ceased and the first faint flush of morn
Ing was beginning to appear in the east
ern sky.
Then a battery opened. One shell came
shrieking over the cottage and fell upon
the further side; second fell short. A
third came hurting through the window
and burst in the room--the light of the
candle had attracted the fire of the
enemy.
When the shells began to fall about
them Grace had thsown her arms about
the larger and stronger woman, hyster-
ically beseeching to know where there
was place of safety; and Mercy, stand
ing undaunted, had answered, What
does it matter?"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Among the Wounded

= T was in the autumn of the year 1870
the year of the war between Germany
and France.
On a dark and rainy night there were
met in a HE cottage in the village of
Lagrange, near the frontier. a group of
anxious and harassed persons whose
destinies and the fortunes of war had
thrown together.
The cottage had been the house of the
village miller, but was now occupied as
the headquarters of the commander of
a detachment of the French army which
had, in a skirmish Of the day before,
driven the invaders back across the
border.
Tn the kitchen wounded men lay thick
upon the floor, their injuries being con-
stantlv attended to by the French sur
peon and by a Red Cross nurse-an Eng
lish woman-who moved about among
them.
The nurse was young woman OF re-
rnarkable beauty of features and OF an
unusual height for a woman.
There was a settled and stern incl
ancholv about her face which, however,
did not prevent it from showing kllio-
ly feeling toward the sufferers, the
wounded soldiers seeming from her
presence to receive not only consola-
tion. but to imbibe a courage to meet
such fate as was in store for them.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Plainly Mad

"The woman is plainly mad" said Hor-
ace, ''and all knowledge of this must be
kept from Grace"
II see how it is,' said Lady Janet.
''the poor woman! Grace mentioned her
name and my name to the poor nurse
and in her delirium she thinks she is
Grace"
Lady Janet" said Julian soemnly,
this woman arrived in London soon after
this letter and came to see me as she
was directed to by the consul. She is de-
termined to see you"
A servant brought In a tray on which
was a card Lady Janet read it. Miss
Roseberry.' she exclaimed.
There was an awkward pause and
then Lady Janet said: Let her come
in
Just inside the door appeared the fig
ure of a small woman, dressed in poor
black garments. She silently lifted a
veil and disclosed a pale, careworn, weary
face. moment passed.
'-Will you take chair?" said Julian.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Two Women Alone

ct was thinking of the English lady
The kitchen is not quite the place for
her. She would be more comfortable
here and the English nurse might keep
her company"
Very we'll" apd the captain disap-
peared into the rainy darkness of the
windy night.
The Surgeon lifted the curtain and
SCALED out: miss Merrick. have you
time to take little rest? If so you
and the English lady might come in
here for while"
The two women appeared and were
left together in the room.
"Will you take a chair. madam" said
the nurse. DO not call me madam. .
was the reply. MY name is Grace
Roseberry. What is your name?p
Call me Mercy Merrick," said the
nurse, after a moments hesitation
How can L thank you,'' said Miss
Roseberry, sfor your sisterly kindness
to stranger like me? What situa-
I tion you found me in when the French
~oldiers had driven off the Germans.
Il am indebted to you for the shelter
~ am wYring your clothes. 1 should
have died of the fright and of the ex-
Iosure but for you"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
A c. A So C
IN : P A G E

"The New Magdalen" is dramatic
story. and was naturally one of the four
of his novels which WillSie Collins drama
tized after having given them to the
public in story form. In plot 1.-The New
Magdalen" is unlike other stories OF MI
Collins in that there is no intrieaey TO II
and no mystery involved, at least TO tne
reader. who is taken at once into the
confidence of the author
In THE Woman in White and ine
Moonstone," which are probably the pest
known of Willxie Collins works, the plot
is so INTRICATE and the mystery SO pro-
found that the reader is kept guessing
until the very last moment
But "The New Magdalen' depends
rather upon its dramatic form for It's
power to rivet the attention and for ITS
deeper value upon the moral, psycholog-
ical social questions which are presented
by it. The effect of environment and
circumstances upon the human soul was
the study, the problem of Collins IN
.'The New. Magdalen."
1t must be confessed, though, that in
his admira tion for Mercy Merrick Mr.. Col
Inns is rather hard on Grace Roseberry
But they were his creatures to do what
he wished with.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Charmed and Terrified

She turned slowly as If spell bound
by his voice and confronted him. lie
was dressed in black and wore a white
cravat; but there was nothing especial
ly clerical in his garb.
Ills slight, active figure was of me-
dium height His face was smooth
ehaven, his complexion pale. An aver
age observer would have passed him by
without notice but for his eyes; these
alone marked him the man he was.
The unusual size of the orbits in
which they were set was, of itself,
enough to attract attention and give a
grandeur to the head which, broad and
firm as 1t was, 1t did not possess.
The eyes themselves were so lustrous
bright as to defy analysis They were
eyes that could charm at one moment
and terrify at another. No two people
could agree as to theirsscolor
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Beyond the Pale

IL don't wish to offend you" began
Grace confusedly.
You do not offend me. 7 am accus-
toned to stand in the pillory of my past
life
Il sometimes ask myself II 1t was all
my fault sometimes wonder if society
had no duties toward me when 1 was
a child selling matches on the street
when / was a hardworking girl fainting
at my needle.
But it is too late to dwell on those
things. Society can subscribe to reclaim
me-but society cannot take me back.
You see me here in d place of trust
humbly. patiently doing all the good I
can But it does not matter. Here or
elsewhere once let my past be known
and the shadow of it covers me-"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Back From the Grave

He operated quickly skilfully. Then
Putting his ear close to the patients
mouth the first faint. trembling breath
of returning life huttered over Grace
Roseberry's lips and touched the old
mans withered checks.
"Aha.-good girl! you breathe, you
liver he cried/
AS he spoke/the voice of the sentinel
at the final limit of the German lines
foarely audible in the distance) gave
the word for the last time-"Pass the
English lady,"
From the frontier village Grace was
removed to the hospital in Mannheim.
where she slowly struggled back to life
again, was surrounded by the luxuries
of Maplethorpe House and possessed
the affection of Lady Janet Roy.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
ImposSiblei

To Maplethorpe house let us return.
Mercy, walking by herself in the con-
servatory, was letting her mind run
on her present condition.
Lady Janet had said that day. II
need hardly say, Grace, that l bless
the day when you first came to me-
There was balm in the wounded spirit
in that. Grace Roseberry herself could
surely have earned no sweeter praise from
her benefactress.
But the next instant Mercy was seized
with sudden horror of her own success
full fraud Her sense of degradation had
never been so keen as at that minute.
If she could only confess the truth
and live at Maplethorpe house still, what
a happy, grateful woman she could be-!
Was it possible. No--her own common
sense told her that.
The place had been won--honestly won
and Lady Janet's estimation had been
won by a trick. Nothing could alter,
nothing could change that fact.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
To Endure No Longer

Mercy turned and saw staring upon her
with look of savage triumph the living
gaze of the woman whom she had be-
lieved dead, whose identity she had
stolen.
With her eyes fixed helplessly~ upon
those fierce eyes that had found her she
dropped senseess to the floor. You
wanted proof just now." cried Grace.
There it is"
They got Mercy to her room and, In
spite of her protestations, Grace was
taken away in a cab by Julian.
Lady Janet easily accounted, for the
fainting of Mercy-she had been startled
by the sudden appearance of a woman
whom she had supposed dead. Every one
was against Grace and believed her to be
Mercy Merrick
But when Mercy had recovered the next
day she sent for Julian and spoke to him
privately. She had resolved to endure her
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Under New Names

But in spite of Lady Janet Mercy in
sisted upon making her confession to Hor-
ace Holmcroft.
lie heard with amazement, and then
said that, of course, under the circu,n-
stances their engagement was dissolved
He left her coldly and cruelty.
Julian Grey comforted and soothed her
He offered her his heart and his hand
But Mercy insisted upon retiring to the
Refuge, and there the natron found work
for her among the destitute of London.
She nobly refused to marry Julian. az
she feared that such marriage would
injure his prospects. But he could not
forget her and some years after they
became man and wife and went to live in
the new world under new names, and
where their history was unknown
Grace, from Canada, wrote to Horace
Holmcroft to inquire after Lady Janet.
and thus opened up a correspondence
which, later. resulte in their meeting
aeain-and marrying.
AS for Lady Janet after the departure
of Julian and his wife for America her
life was lonely one.
Next weeks one-page classic will be
"Richelieu,' by Buwer Lytton.
Copyright, 1918, by Irving King)
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
To Make Confession

have more to say to YOU" cried
Mercy. than l have yet said, generous.
mereiful soul, let me say 1t here"
She threw herself on her knees before
him-and the truth burst upon him. Lady
Janet entered the room and stood rooted
in surprise at the scene.
Mercy was lifted up by Julian. and
recovering her composure, said: LADY
Janet, | have an explanation to make
1t is an explanation due to yourself
and to Horace. l cannot bring MYSELF
even now, to make it verbally.
But | viii. with your permission. re-
tire to my room and there write nv
confession. After you know all Won
will in kindness, forget that such a
person as | ever existed"
Lady Janet saw the agitation of
Julian; there had been things in the
claims of Grace to a right to her own
name that had. at times. awakened
thoughts which Lady Janet had m,t
aside forcibly from her mind. Nav
horrible suspicious began to take nos.
session of her
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Close to the Enemy

The heavy canvas curtain which
closed the passage between the two
rooms was drawn aside and the French
surgeon came In.
what is it?" said the captain sharp
1y.
IT wish to ask IL we are safe for the
night. The poor fellows out there are
anxious about the few next hours. They
dread a surprise and ask me if there
is any reasonable hope of their having
a nights rest. Really. you ought to
know"
The captain shrugged his shoulders.
81 now we are in possession of the
village But these papers give me no
Information. For all can tell, the main
body of the Germans, outnumbering
us 10 to /. may be nearer this cottage
than the main body of the French
troops.
Il am going to visit the outposts Do
you want this room for while? Are
you thinking of moving in here any of
the wounded?'
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
The Invaders

She put the thought from her. No!
mol she had been-what she had been.
But now her life, hard as it was, was
eonsecrated to good.
From high plane her soul looked
down upon the thought which had, for
a minute. obsessed her.
She heard the tramp of armed men in
the lSitchen-she went toward the door
and strove to enter the room where her
sick and wounded lay But two stolid
soldiers with fixed bayonets turned her
lack
Then the canvas was lifted and there
entered the room where she stood be-
wildered German officer and a man,
evidently an Englishman, wearing a
nondescript sort OF uniform. He wore
a military cap and military boots
otherwise he was dressed as a civilian.
A third appeared-the surgeon of the
Germans, looking anything but mill
tary, though he wore the full uniform.
"A woman i'll in bed" said the sur
gecn, another in attendance Any ne
cessity of setting a guard here. ma
jor?"
mo necessity" replied the major
and turning on his heel re-entered the
Kitchen.
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
STAYING With the Wounded

An ambulance ratified up to the cot
tage, but before the wounded men could
be placed in it the Germans were swarm
ing all around the place, and the French
surgeon was obliged to flee.
, lie urged Mercy to come with him, but
She pointed toward the wounded men and
said. mo. My mind is made up. 1 stay
here"
With a few self-contained words she
reassured the wounded men, and then
passed into the room where the dead
woman lay upon the bed.
The long gray cloak which Grace had
thrown over her shoulders lay upon the
floor. Mercy picked it up and threw it
over her shoulders.
Then she looked at the inanimate body
of the woman who had such short time
before stood before her-as she well knew
scorning her,
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Proofs at Hand

Horace came in and saw the group
oil three staring at each other. lie
asked what was the meaning of this
scene.
Every effort had been made by Julian
to keep Grace from intrnding ipto
Maplethorpe house, but she had eludod
ms watchers and had from the conser-
Natory into which she found way
Witnessed and heard all that had taken
place in the room.
Like an avenging spectre she now
entered, saying: Il am Grace Roseberrv
ana you are Mercy Merrick; disproye n
II YOU can. l have written to Canada
"nere have friends. The proofs Of
my identity will soon be here"
The Birmingham age-herald., 1913-05-11
Deeply in Love

who can she be?p thought Julian.
No common sorrow has set It's marks
on that woman's face no common heart
beats in that womans BOSOM"
Lady Janet came in and introduced
Grace Roseberry Ito her nephew" The
Rev Julian settled down for long Wis
1t to his aunt-and fell deeply in love
with his aunt's companion
But he knew that Horace and Grace"
were engaged and, though he made a
confidant of bis, aunt. he accepted the
fate.
Julian left his aunts house afte-
awhile and resumed his labors among
ms poor. One day he suddenly came
TO Maplethorpe and had an interview
with Lady Janet and Horace.
Mercy was out, having gone to at
tend in Lady Janets place the meeting
OF some charitable board.
lie was evidently greatly troubled. He
made Horace repeat the story of the
night in the millers cottage on the
french frontier.