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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-10

Tin horn?" echoed Dona Maria, more
mystified than ever.
We'll" Jarvis began. desperately
habitual use Of slang plays the mischief
with classical synouyms-'a-a sort Of
pawn in this game of chess-along with
you kings and queens and castles and
things For instance" the light Of fun
returned, could a perfectly good, hon
est, reliable. hard working vassaI work
his way up and get TO be a Duke-or a
lord or-something like that?"
Dona Maria laughed softly. You're
an ambitious vassal, aren't you? I'm
AFRAID you wouldn't be satisfied with De
ing less than a king"
"A king, prince ora bandit" he re-
turned, meaningly.
"A bandit? And why a handit?'
"A king might demand-a prince re
quest-a bandit seize"
Dona Maria looked blank Seize
WHAT"
The vassal drew a quick breath.
THAT which a mere vassal may only
admire" he fairly blurted out
Dona Maria was saved the necessity
or reminding him that he was stin
vassal by a knock which she seemed to
expect.
"sh-h, he is here What shall I call
vo,,9''
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-10

ct that you saw last night"
Then my work is" Jarvis summed
up, Ito find your brother and solve the
mystery? All right! Wen explain to
the Duke that you are taking me to
Spain for no other reason than to solve
this mystery. Let me see-in America
we have Roosevelt. the trust breaker;
Farley, the strike breaker-and why
not, Jarvis, the ghost breaker?'
why, yes" smiled the Princess, IN
certainly. She could not always tell
when he was serious. TT might-why
not? Carlos would believe almost any
thing of the Americans"
Her Secret.
And will you tell him" he asked
wickedly, that you have made me a
er-what is tia vassal?"
Again the rich color sought the lady s
dark face.
Il think not" she decided. shyly. Not
just yet"
He smiled at her confusion and
pressed his advantage.
by the way, your-er-just how
should a vassal address his Princess?"
LUNA MARIA appeared 10 give the mat
ter some consideration.
"Highness is correct" she told him
with some hesitation.
Jarvis studied this over before he pur-
sued his quest for further information.
Your Highness a vassal doesn't real
~ amount TO much, does he? Mo-
thought he was a piker," he added rue
fully.
"A piker?" queried Her Highness. puz-
zIed. you mean he carries a pike?"
M. no-a piker is a tin horn"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-10
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
DON'T TRY.

DEAR MISS FAIRFAX:
am a boy Is years of age. AS
l was walking on the street the
other day I saw a girl whom l
hadn't seen before, but 1 loved
her very much the moment l saw
her.
What l want to know is how to
get friends with that girl.
ALBERT.
Love at sight is such a pretty
dream it is pity TO spoil it by get
ting acquainted
You are 1s-the age to be devoted
to making a man of yourself Bend
your energies in that direction. and
let love alone for a few years. Under
no circumstances should you attempt
10 form an acquaintance with a girl
you happen to meet on the street.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-10
CRAMPS,
HEADACHE,
BACKACHE
Yield to Lydia E. Pink
hams Vegetable
Compound.

Cedar Rapids, Iowa.-'I was al
WAYS tired and weak and my house
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-10
The Treasure.

With true chiyalry the young man
slightly turned his eyes away that he
might not see the tears.
Now. that's itH he declared brisk
ly. you want me to go in and find
your brother"
Yes, that's it, she cried eagerly
Save my brother, but" she added
quickly, you must know about this
locket. 1t tells where to find the treas
ure."
Jarvis ran his other hand through his
hair and stared at the trinket in be-
wilderment. They were coming too fast
for him, az he had said.
Treasure! What is treasurer"
MY grandfather is known to have
converted all his wealth into Spanish
gold" she explained, TO finance a col
onization scheme in Cuba. 1t amounted
to about million dollars in your mon
ey."
The knight whistIed. "A million! Eth?
How long ago did this happen?"
Fifteen years ago-and nobody has
found it"
Jarvis apparently arranged all these
facts in his mind and then inquired:
why did you come to America"
The Princess held up the locket. "A
part of the story was that a plan had
been made, showing just where the
treasure was secreted, but this plan
could never be found Quite by acct
dent I recently learned that this plan
had been hidden in the back Of this
locket, and the locket, l discovered. had
been sold and was in America It was
to find this locket that l left my brother
and came to America. II was this lock-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-07-10
The Most Exciting Serial
of the Year.
SERIALIZED
By J. w. McCONAUGHY
TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT
Copyright. 1913, by Star Coz

"Spooks" grinned Jarvis, apprecia-
lively. He was beginning TO be glad he
had come. But he saw no answering
CLEAN in the young woman's sober
face.
"caII It anything you like" she re-
piled soberIy, "but the castle is haunted
Just the same. My grandfather was
one of the wealthIest mobiles in SPAIN
He died suddenly, leaving everything to
my father, his only son and heir
When my father went to take posses
sion OF his estate in Segurn the town
was full of weird stories of uncanny
happenings. The castle was deserted
every one had fled and all told Of
something In armor that stalked the
halls at night. My father laughed at
the silly natives and said he would go
into the castle and show them how fool
lsh their fears were. He went-and,"
the girls voice trembed slightly, land
he was never seen again."
HIM calculated Jarvis, with inter
est. What happened to him?"
The Princess shook her head and her
dark eyes grew very large. "No one
knows. He ppeared-Vanlshed Ut
terly-wlthout the slightest cIew.
Since then two others have dlsap-
peared."
"Well, why don't you keep out OF
there?" he demanded. half seriously.
What's the idea OF teasing that spook,
anyway"
But now my brother has gone in and
they haven't heard from him. Her
eyes filled with tears. That's why
haven't heard from him-why he hasn't
answered my cables"
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here or will there be some more walk
ing?" he asked with a good -natured
smile.
The black-bearded man nodded.
Right we're, I reckon" he replied,
after some elaboration.
Gordon laughed. We'll, you've
picked out a good place. 1t would
be a pretty hard matter for any
one to discover It"
Allowed to Write.
There was no answer to this re-
mark. Three of the men had lighted
pipes The fourth, who seemed to be
somewhat younger than the others,
had been relieved Of guard duty and
was now eating his supper When
he had finished he drew a bag of to-
bacco and some tissue paper from a
pocket and rolled a cigarette. There
was silence for a long time and then
Gordon began again.
I don't mind spending a little time
with you men, as you appear to be
willing to treat me fairly. l suppose
you VIII tell me what this is all abou-
when you get ready to do so. You
won't find me troublesome. But /
have favor 10 ask of you. The peo-
pie at my home and the people al
Deery's house below will be very
much worried about me. They may
think I was killed in the cyclone
What I want you to do is to get word
to them somehow that am safe; or
II you will allow 1t, 1 will write a note
that one of you can leave on the door
step at night. OF course you car
read the note before it is sent. What
do you say?"
Three of the men looked at the mar
with the black beard as if expecting
him to do all the necessary talking
He smoked in silence for several min.
utes, Then'he spat and said:
| II reckon YOU all kin write"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

brush growing high all around 1t.
Walking straight ahead, the bearded
man parted the underbrush and with
Gordon following close, they passed
through It and arrived at log cabin,
evidently of recent construction.
BY this time it was almost dark.
One Of the men stepped inside the
cabin and lighted two or three tallow
candles, after which he set about pre-
pairing the evening meal When the
candles were glowing, the bearded man
motioned Gordon to enter, which he
did, the others following. Gordon
glanced around There were five
rough banks, with a straw on their
for bedding. There was no stove, but
there was a fireplace in a corner, with
small chimney leading up from It,,
built of sticks Of wood plastered with
clay. The only article Of furniture
in the room was a rude bench. The
bearded man then spoke the first
words he had uttered since the march
began. He said to Gordon:
Yer won't be hurried none unless
yer try to escape. Then We'll shoot
He united the rope that bound Cor
don's arms, one of the other men
standing by with a revolver in his
hand, and added: Maybe yer better
git in one of them hunks till grub
is ready"
Thoughts Busy.
Gordon rubbed the circulation back
in his arms and then lay down. He
had long since made up his mind to
treat the situation good naturedly
feeling that more could be accom-
/ pished that way than being nasty
about IT, He resolved to trust to
| cheerfulness and diplomacy in his in
| tercourse with these men. He had
not yet been able to figure out what
! their object was in making him a cap
| tive. Perhaps they would demand a
ransom for his release. He could not
| satisfy himself how they knew his
name. either The thought flashed
! across him that Galen Deery had
! something to do with the matter Per-
| haps the Atlanta capitalist had learn
ed of his companionship with Mildred
| 1t was possible that Sheppard, his
| superintendent, had informed him. He
recalled what Mildred had told him
about her fathers vast project and he
| tried to connect II with his present
| prediCament
| While his thoughts were busy, the
| fire under the pots and pans was
busy, too. Three of his captors be-
| gan eating at once while the fourth
| stood guard over Gordon with a six
| shooter in his hand. Evidently they
had planned the whole thing out n
| advance, as they had not spoken to
| each other since entering the cabin.
After eating a hearty meal Of ba-
con, corn cakes, stewed beans and
| crackers, Gordon stretched himself,
smiled and announced that he felt
| better. He thought the other men
probably felt in better humor, too,
so he tried to start a little CONVEX
| satiOn.
DO you men expect to keep me
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
Too Much for the Chimney

nuts with It, and the road surveyor
borrowed II several times to pound
stones on the streets. One day !
thought they had lost It, The work.
men had left it on the road, and the
street cars ran over It seventeen times
before it was found. This lamp chin
ney had been in a railway collision,
% lamps had exploded under 1t dur
ing its time. a horse kicked it clean
through the side of the stable, and
the chimney came out of It all with
out as much as a crack. but the horse
had to be sent TO the hospital. How
ever, it's broke now" said GRANDPA
Their with deep slgs.
Then you were foolish enough to
let the servant clean It, were you ."
asked mother.
mo, but we might as well. When
we gave up keeping house I gave 1t to
a friend. He was hard Of hearing,
and he wanted 1t for an ear trumpet.
One day a man tried to tell him why
he ought to be President, and that he
was the only real man for the job,
and, by craCky, he burst the chimney
into a million pieces"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

w THEN Grandfather Lickshingle
w heard it read from newspa-
per that Peter Ripley had a
lamp chimney which his family had
used for thirteen years. he raped
savagely on the floor with his walking
stick and said:
Nov, what the dickens is the use
Of putting such reading in the news
paper II they want some informa-
ton about lamp chimneys, let them
come to me and get 1t. When me and
your grandmother broke up house
keeping we had a lamp chimney. But
II wasn't made in these ere shoddy
times. I paid a penny for it the day
we were married. That was away
back somewhere IN the last century.
We used It night and day for 70 years
and eight"
why, grandpa, you didn't have to
use It in the daytime. did you?"
Didn't have to-no. But we did
Used II at night on the lamp, and In
the daytime we used it to drive nails
with. Sometimes the children cracked
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
They Worked Well.

Nevertheless some property laws, not
adequate ones yet, have been passed,
and il has been found out that they
worked out for the general good, The
right sort Of man didn't want TO hold
up his wife and rob her OF her property
and the woman who is married TO the
wrong sort finds out that II is, at least
some consolation to have a roof over
her head when her dream Of love Is
Nobody would now argue that a
woman hasn't a right to her own prop
erty or TO the money she earns, any
more than they would contend that We
should go back to the old days Of the
wooden sailing ships.
And now We have come to the last
milestone in the march Of human prog
ress. 1t is the demand that women
who own property and pay taxes, who
form one-half Of the population, who
are amenabl TO the law. should stand
before that law on an equal platform
with men.
Those who object say that for women
20 vote viii unSeN them, that II Will
take away their feminine charm, that
men won't want 10 marry them, that
il viii break up the home. that not all
women want 10 vote, just as they said
these things about educating women,
o. about women being given a chance
TO make an honest living, and about
women being permitted 10 control their
own property.
Not one single evil prophecy founded
on Women's advancement has been full
filled May We not confidently believe
that we may give woman the ballot not
only without danger, but that their
help is needed IL politics just as much
as 1t is needed in the home and the
business world2 Why should We not
then pass this last milestone, too and
set our faces toward the onward jour
Ceyg
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
Do You Know
That

A factory in Grenoble. France, util-
ICES the water Of a reservoir situated
in the mountains at a height Of 200
yards. The water reaches the fac
tory through a vertical tube Of the
same length, with a diameter of con-
siderably less than an inch, the jet
being used to move a turbine. Elk
periments have shown that the
strongest men can not cut the let
with the best tempered sword, and
in some instances the blade has been
broken into fragments without de-
fecting a drop of the water and with
as much violence as a pane of glass
may be shattered by a blow from an
iron bar. II has been calculated that
a Jet of water a small fraction of an
inch in thickness. moving with suffi-
Gent velocity, could not be cut by a
rifle bullet.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

MORE. The bodice is a kimono
crossed with a small decollete
in the V shape with small plas-
iron Of embroidered linen. A
shawl collar achieves the yoke
The sleeves are Of three-quarter
length, with small revers trim
med with three small buttons Of
the same material, a point going
up over the middle front of the
bodice.
The underslirt is straight and
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
Up-to-the-Minute Jokes

The portly lady had accidentally
taken a rear seat in a car reserved
for smokers With unconcealed in
dignation she watched the man be-
side her I'LL his pipe.
Sir" finally came her frigid tones
smoking always makes me feel
sick"
DO It now. ma'am!" said the man,
as he carefully lighted up; then
take my advice an stop IL"
Corporal Cto soldiers)-"Why is the
blade Of the saber curved instead OF
straight"
Soldier-"Tt is curved in order to
give more force TO the blow"
Corporal-"Humbug! The saber is
curved so as to fit the scabbard. II
ii was straight, how would You get II
into the crooked scabbard. block
head?"
Blink (the wholesaler how
many orders did you get yesterday"
Gink (the salesman)-"I got two
orders in one shop"
BlDh-"N nat were theY2
Gink-"One was to get out and
the other was TO stay out"
Have you a spare cigar about you,
old chap"
Certainly. But l thought you were
going 10 stop smoking"
Il am but not too abruptly I've
already stopped smoking my own
cigars
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
No Secret About WOman's Beauty

The flashing eye, the elastic step
and the brilliant complexion are
never companions of organic trou-
bles; but it is the distressed ex-
preston, aches and pains, faint
ness, dizziness, that bearing down
feeling, and the blues that are the
tell-tale symptoms. If such wom-
en- would only remember that Ly-
dia Z. Pinkham's Vegetable Com
pound overcomes such distressing
symptoms, womanly beauty would
be no longer a secret.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

buttoned on the front with but
tons of the material.
A drapery Of sailor blue char
meuse, overlapping in front, di-
Tded in the back by a width of
white supple MORE, which is
shirred at the waist line and bal
looned slightly before disappear
ing under the drapery In front
it is shirred by a draped girdle
Of charmeuse, and makes a point
over the bodice.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
CHAPTER XXXVu.

n ORDON had a pencil, but no
I Il paper. However he discovered
a small paper bag, which he
slit down the sides with his knife
making of it a long, narrow sheet
Then, with the bottom of "a tin plate
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

From where Gordon stood the wild
windstorm seemed to be rushing d.
rectIy toward him with twice the
speed Of the fastest express train,
cutting a path five hundred feet wide.
Even as he looked the tornado, with
a rush and a roar, swept up between
the mansion and the huge granite
rock in the valley. Gordon dashed
for the brook to seek some sheltering
bank. but ere he could reach II the
cyclone was upon him. or at least
the edge Of it, and he was picked up
as though he was a chip Of wood,
carried forty feet in the air and hurl-
ed to the opposite side Of the brook,
where he lay stunned.
When Gordon came to his senses
he found himself surrounded by four
rough looking men, dressed in the
garb Of the mountaineer. They as
sisted him to his feet and he worked
his arms, legs and body to ascertain
If there were any bones broken.
Finding himself apparently sound. he
smiled.
II never rode on the wings Of a cy-
clone before" he said. land 1 don't
believe I ever want to try it again"
None Of the men he addressed made
direct reply to this cheerful remark.
They stood close to him and eyed him
critically. Finally one of them,
black bearded man, said:
I reckon you're Gordon Kelly"
7 am" replied Gordon, surprised
that the stranger should know that
name
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
A Long Walk.

Finally, after walking Northwestern
ly for about three miles, Gordon judg-
ed. they came to Pew Creek, the
stream that flowed past the settle
ment bearing the same name nearly
fourteen miles to the south Of where
they were. The prisoner knew the
country well, especially the land bor-
dering the creek. He knew not where
his Captors were taking him, but at
least he was familiar with the ground.
The bearded man, leading the way
he seemed to be the leader of the
four-followed the creek for another
mile until he struck the main road.
Before reaching the road, however,
the party stopped. while one Of the
men went ahead as a scout, evident
ly to make sure the road was clear.
He waved a signal to advance and
the others did so, crossing a bridge
where the creek met the road and
then plunging due west through an
other forest. They were getting on
higher ground all the time and final
ly came to a clearing. Then, making
a sharp ascent Of about one hundred
yards, they descended rapidly for an
other hundred yards and came to a
small clump of trees, with under
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

In the amiable way Of villagers.
they were discussing the matrimonial
affairs Of a couple who, though re-
Gently wed, had begun to find the
yoke Of Hymen a burden.
TITS all along o. them hasty mar
riages." opined one caustic old gem
tleman, who had been much to the
fore in the discussion. They did not
understand each other They'd moo
but knowed each other for a matter
Of seven year
Well, that seems long enough"
said a listener.
Long emo? Bah, Ye're wrong,
When a body's counting. he Gamma be
too careful Why. my Courrship with
Mary lasted a matter Of nineteen
years.
You were certainly careful, agreed
the listener: and did You ind your
plan successful when you married.
"Ye jump to conclusions hastily
said the old man. Il understood her
then, so ! didna marry herr
A sad-lookiug man went into a
chemists Can YOU give me- he
asked, something that will drive
from my mind the thought of sorrow
and bitter reCOlleCuout
Then the chemist nodded, and put
him up a little dose of quinine and
wOrmwood and rhuharb and EPSON
salts and a dash of castor oil, and
gave il To him. and for six months the
man could not think Of anything in
the world except new schemes for
getting the taste out Of his mouth.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

When Mildred received these lines
(Which she did the following morn
ing) she must have thought It a
queer letter to get from the man she
a love letter, nor did It seem to say
much of anything in any definite de-
gree. Yet Gordon had deliberately
written it that way. trusting to the
girls ingenuity to decipher the hid
den meaning. AS a matter Of fact,
the meaning was so little hidden that
Gordon, as he wrote it, had doubts
as to whether 1t would pass muster.
The Message Sent.
Gordon folded the sheet OF paper
twice, addressed it on the back to
Miss Mildred Deery and handed It to
the black bearded man, who read It
slowly; so slowly, in fact, that Cor
don feared he had discovered the
simple cryptogram- But at last the
mountaineer nodded and placed the
letter in his pocket, whereat Gordon
breathed with relief. Later in the
evening the letter was given to the
youngest of the four who, after re-
ceiving instructions from the beard
ed man. given in too low a tone for
Gordon to distinguish the words, sad
died a horse that was tethered near
by, mounted him and rode off in the
darkness.
From the moment the rope that
bound Gordons arms had been re-
moved, one of the four men had re-
manned within ten feet of the canx
tive, with a revolver in his hand
Every action of the mountaineers
indicated that they meant business
and Gordon had long since made up
| his mind that he would not attempt
| to escape that night. At intervals he
| endeavored to draw his Captors into
| conversation, but without success.
| They were not sullen, or gloomy, or
! sulky; they simply refused to talk, so
| at last Gordon requested that he
might be allowed to retire for the
! night.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23

What is believed to be the first
motor car chapel ever constructed is
being used in the United States by
the Catholic Church Extension So
ciety in the sections of the South
west where the members of the
church are too widely scattered to
have stationary churches or chapels
1t penetrates regions which railroads
do not reach. The equipment in
cludes all the usual essentials for car
rying out the rites of the Catholic
Church in regular form and with APP
propriate solemnity.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1913-06-23
=. =. Modes of the Moment =. -:
By OLIVETTE.

- MALL shape Of bagal, made
of broad "salOtte' is
- shown in the top picture.
The brim is made Of black
tulle held up by "a "laiton" Two
TANKS Of paradise are disposed
at the back and a band OF small
aigrettes turn around the Ca
lotte."
A bow of velvet Of the same
tone hides the lower end Of the
paradise
The other picture shows an
afternoon gown of white supple