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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25
The Money Master I'm Hearst's Magazin

taken her life in her own hands she
ought TO justify herself before she
asked your forgiveness and a place
at your table, She felt that you could
only love her and be glad of her if her
man was independent OF you. 1t is a
proud and sensitive soul-but there
it isl"
ut is romance, it is quixotism--
an heart Of God what quiXotism!"
exclaimed Jean Jacques.
She gets her romance and quiXct-
ism from Jean Jacques Barbille," re-
torted the Clerk of the Court "She
does more feeling than thinking-liHe
you
Jean Jacques heart was bleeding
but he drew himself up proudly and
caught his hand away from the warm
palm of Poucette's widow. AS his af-
fairs crumbled his pride grew more
insstent. NJ. File had challenged his
intelleet--his intellect!
MY life has been a procession If
practical things" he declared oracu
larry. 81 have been a man of bust
ness who designs. I am no dreamer
! act. | suffer. l think. l have been
The victim Of romance. not its inter
prefer Mercy of God, what has
romance, first with one and then
with another! More feeling than
thinking, Maitre Fille-you say that?
Why, the Barbilles have ever in the
past built up life on a basis Of thought
and action, and have added philos-
ophy-the science Of thought and act
Jean Jacques Barbille has been the
man of design and the man Of action
also. Don Quixote was fool,
dreamer, but Jean jacques is no Don
Quixote. He is man who has done
things, but also he is a man who has
been broken on the wheel of life. He
is n man whose heartstrings have
been torn"
Suddenly, breaking off his speech,
he threw up his hands and made for
the door.
Il will fight 1t out alone!" he de-
clared, with rough emotion, and at
the door he turned toward them
again. He looked at them both as
though he would dare them to con-
tradict him. The restless fire of his
eyes seemed to dart from one to the
other.
That's the way 1t is" said the
widow Of Palass Poucette, coming
quickly forward to him. IT'S always
the way We must fight our battles
alone, but we dOnt nave TO pear the
wounds alone. In the battle you are
alone, but the hand to heal the
wounds may be another's. You are a
philosopher-well what l speak is
true isn't it?"
Virginie Poucette had said the one
thing which could have stayed the
tide of Jean jacques pessimism and
broken his cloud of gloom. She ap-
pealed to him in the tune of an old
song. The years and the curses OF
years had not dispelled the Illusion
that he was philosopher.
He stopped with his hand on the
door.
That's so; without doubt that's
so,"he said. you have stumbled on
the truth of life, madame"
Suddenly there came into his look
something of the yearning and hun
ger which the lonely and forsaken
feel when they are not on the full
tide of doing.
The full instalIment of Sir Gilbert
Parker's money Master" from which
the preceding excerpts were taken,
will be found in the January number
of HEARST'S MAGAZINE.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25

hesitation told him.
"Oh, him Mornay!" said Jean
Jacques. with n look of relief and
his face lighting That's a big man
with "A most capable and ar-reach
ing mind He takes a thing In as
the ocean mouths river II | had
had men like that TO deal with all
my life what a different ledger I'd
be balancing nowl Descartes. Kant
Noltaire, Rousseau. Hume, Hegel--he
has an ear for them all That is
the intellectual side OF him; and In
business" threw up hand
there he views the landscape from
the mountain He has vision,
strategy. executive He Is Napoleon
and Auacreon In one. He Is OF the
builders on the one hand OF the
illuminate and the encyclopaedistes
on the other"
Even the Clerk OF the Court with
his circumscribed range of thought
and experience. In that moment saw
Jean Jacques as he really was. Here
was a man whose house OF life was
quake who had been smitten In sew
eral deadly ways, and was about to
receive buffetings beyond aught he
had yet experienced, phllosophlsing
on the tight-rope Blondin and Plato
In one. Yet sardoniCally piteous as IL
was the incident had shown Jean
Jacques with the germ OF something
big in him, He had recognized in
NJ, Mornay who could level him to
the dust tomorrow financially, a
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25

Genoa? Oh. I liked il all right. but
you get fed up in a couple of days:
neither ashore nor afloat. It's a bit
amphibious. OF course, you can go to
a hotel, IL you like; but not If you're
only poor British soldier"
Did you say you were there two
days?" Toye was cutting his cagar
Two whole days. and we'd had a
night in the Bay of Naples just be-
fore"
rs that so? | only came aboard
at Genoa. l guess l was wise added
Toye, as though he was thinking OF
something else. There was no sort
of feeling in his voice, but he was
sucking his left thumb
II say, you've cut Yourself"
Il guess it's nothing. Knife too
sharp, please don't worry, Captain
Aylmer. | was going to say | only
got on at Genoa and they couldn't
give me room to myself | had to
go in with Ca2alet; that's how | saw
so much of him"
1t was Toye's third separate and
Independent attempt to introduce the
name and fame of Cazalet as a ma
tural topic of conversation. Twice his
host had listened with adamantine
politeness this time he was enjoy
ing quite the second best liqueur
brandy TO he had at the Rag and he
leaned back in his chair.
You We're rather impressed with
him, weren't you2" said Captain Ayl-
mer. We'll, frankly. | wasn't, but
II may have been my fault. II does
rather warp ones judgment TO be
shot out to Alden on a potty Job at
this time o. year"
SO that was where he had been?
Yes. and by Jove, he had to see a
man about IL all at o'clock.
"One Of the nuts" explained Cap
tain Aylmer keeping his chair with
fine restraint Toye rose with finer
alaCritV Il hope YOU won't think
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25
By G.. w. HONUNG.
"rhe Thonsandth Woman"

In The Thousandth Woman in
Harper's Bazaar.
IT was much more than map of
the metropolis that Toye carried
in his able head He knew the
right places FOR the right things. from
his tailor's at one end OF Jermyn
street to his hatter's at the other, and
from the man for collars and dress
shirts, in another purlieu of St
James, to the only man for soft
shirts, on Piccadilly. Hilton Toye
visited them all in turn this fine Sep
temher morning, and found the select
team agreeahly disengaged. reader
than ever TO suit him. Then he gazed
critically at his boots He was not so
dead sure that he had struck the only
man for boots. There had been a
young fellow aboard the Kaiser Fritz
quite little bit of a military blood,
who had come ashore In a pair of
cloth tops which had rather unsettled
Mr. Toye's mind just on that one
point.
He thought OF this young fellow
when he was through with the soft
shirt man on Piccadilly They had
diced for drink or two in the smok-
ing room, and Captain Aylmer had
said he would like TO have TOye see
his club any time he was passing and
cared to look in for lunch. He had
said so as though he would Ike IL a
lot, and suddenly Toye had q mind TO
take him at his word right now The
Idea began with those boots with
cloth tops, but that was not all there
was to II; there was something else
that had been at the back OF Toyes
mind all morning, and now took
charge In front
Aylmer had talked some about a
job IN the War Ofiice which enabled
him TO lunch daily at the Rag. but
what his job had been aboard Ger
man steamer Toye did not know and
was not the man TO inquire. II was
no business of his, anyway. Refer
ence to q card, traded for his own in
southampton Water, and duly filed
In his cigarette case, reminded him
of the Rags proper style ana title.
And there he was eventually enter
tanned 90 a sound. wuman-liAe. rath-
er expeditions meal
SAY, did you see the cemetery at
Genoa2' suddenly inquired the WISH
tor on their way back through the
hall a martial bust had been add
mired eNtravagantly before the ques-
ton.
Never want 10 see 70 again. or
Genoa either said Captain Aylmer
The smoking fanu- this way
7 judge yau didn't care "a lui about
thc e4t pursued Teyp Js they found
d CAAper.
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ing, at another old haunt on Cock
spur street, the latest little time
table of continental trains. This he
carried, not on foot but in a taxi, to
the Savoy Hotel, where it kept him
busy in his own room for the best
part of another hour. By that time
Hilton Toye looked far more than
an hour older than on sitting down at
his writing table with pencil, paper
and the little book of trains; he
looked distressed, and yet he looked
crafty, determined, and immensely
alive. He proceeded, however, to take
some OF the life out of himself, and
to add still more to his apparent age,
by repairing TO a Turkish bath for
more inward light and leading,
Now the only Turkish bath. &C
cording to Hilton Toyes somewhat
exclusive code, was not even a hun
dred yards from Cazalets hotel;
and there the visitor Of the morning
again presented himself before the
afternoon was out; now merely a
little worn, as a man will look after
losing a stone an hour on a warm
day. and a bit blue again about the
chin, which OF course looked a lit
tie deeper and stronger on that ac-
count.
Cazalet was not In his friend
would wait, and. in fact, waited over
an hour in the little lounge An
evening paper was offered 10 him; he
took IT at first, then tore 1t in his
anxiety to find something he had
quite forgotten-from the newspaper
end. But he was waiting as stoically
as before when Cazalet arrived in
tremendous spirits.
Poor old Swept" she laughed. Its
a shame that you should have come
home to be worried like this"
Il am worried" he said. simply.
Il think it's just splendid, all you're
doing for that man, but especially the
way you're doing it."
Il wish to God you wouldn't say
that, Blanche,"
He paid her the compliment OF
speaking exactly as he would have
spoken 10 a man: or rather, she hap
pened to be the woman to take it as
compliment
But do say IT, Sweep! I've
heard all about il from Charlie He
rang me up last night"
You're on the telephone, are you?'
Everybody is in these DAYS Where
have YOU lived? Oh, | forgot"
And she laughed. Anything to lift
this duet of theirs out of the minor
key!
But what does old Charlie really
think OF the case? That's more to the
point" said CaZalet, uneasily
Well he seemed to fear there was
no chance Of bail before the adjourned
hearing, But | rather gathered he
was not going To be In II himself"
mo. We decided on one Of those
sports who love rushing in where a
family lawyer like Charlie owns q
looking down his nose I've seen the
chap, and primed him ur about old
savage and our find in the founda-
tionS He says he'll make an example
OF Observation-Disclosures saws they call
him the Bohby's buebeari'
But surely he'll have to tell his
client who's behind him."
NO He's Just the type who would
have rushed i'm anyhow And it'll he
time enough 20 put Scruton under OBJ
legations when I've got him of %
Blanche looked at the troubled eyes
avoiding hers. and thought that she
had never reqr3 of fine thing being
done $50 rue'v This very shame
tacedncSs aprt3led to hfr Intensely,
ana 4e, last ni-ht charlie had said
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25
Another's Mans Shoes. .

Another Mans shoes. comes as a
bright spot in recent fiction from the
press of George II. Doran Company
The book is by Victor Bridges WAC
is comparatively unknown In this
country hut has become popular as a
writer OF short stories in England.
Mr.. Bridges is welcome this side OF
the Atlantic His story deals with the
many adventures Of hero, who hap
pens to be the double of rich per-
souagc. The latter lives in constant
fear " assassination, and the former,
for a consideration. ,akes up the bur
den OF his life South American In
trisue is brought 20 London without
the loss of its fascination, and the
whole tale IS one of constant thrills.
And Il is pleasing to relate that the
characters behave like those Amen-
cans know rather than in the fashion
of the Englishmen we have come to
expect in Action
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25

Of philosophy, which he always car
ried now in his breast pocket as a
pietist would finger his beads in mo-
ments of fear or anxiety.
Rat-tat-tati Rat-tat-tati The
knocking was sharp and imperative
now The clerk Of the court went
quickly forward and threw open the
door.
There stepped inside the widow of
Palass Poucette. She had a letter in
her hand. "M'sieu,' pardon il | in
trude," she said to NJ. File; but
heard that M'sieu' Jean Jacques was
here. ! have news for him"
News" repeated Jean Jacques.
and he looked like a man who was
waiting for what he feared to hear
They told me at the postofiice
that you were here. | got the letter
only a quarter of an hour ago, and
thought | would go at once to the
Manor Cartier and tell M'sieu' Jean
jacques what the letter said.
wanted to go to the Manor Cartier
for something else as well, but | Will
speak of that by and by. 1t is the
letter now"
She pulled off first one glove and
then another. still holding the letter,
as though she was about to perform
some ceremony. at was good
thing | found out that M'sieu' Jean
Jacques was here. 1t saves a five
mile drive" she remarked.
The news--ah, nom de Dieu, the
slowness Of the woman--lke river
going uphill" exclaimed Jean
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25

that old Sweep was in such tremen-
dous spirits about it ALL Why was
he so down this morning?
She had to guard against an equiv
ocally sympathetic voice or manner
as she asked: How long did they re-
mand him for?"
Eight days"
We'll, then, you'll know the best or
the worst to-day week"
"Yes!" he said, eagerly, almost him.
self again. But whichever way 1t
goes, I'm afraid 1t means trouble for
me, Blanche; some time or other I'll
tell you why; but that's why l want
this to be the week of our lives"
So he really meant what he had
said before. The phrase had been no
careless misuse Of words; neither did
the prospect 1t expressed necessarily
depend on Mr.. Toye. That was some
thing. It made 1t easier for Blanche
not to ask questions. She could wait
Cazalet had gone out into the bal
cony; now he called to her; and there
was no taxi, but a smart open car,
waiting in the road, its brasses blaz-
ing in the sun, an immaculate chauf
feur at the wheel
Whose is that, Sweep"
Mine, for the week I'm talking
about! I mean ours, If you'd only
buck up and get ready to come out!
A week doesn't last forever, you
know"
Blanche ran off to Martha, who
fused and hindered her with the best
intentions. 1t would have been diff
cult to say which was the more ex-
cited of the two. But the old nurse
would waste time in perfectly fatu-
Gus "reminiscences of the very earliest
expeditions in which Mr.. Cazalet had
led and Blanche had followed, and
what bonny pair they had made
even then, etc. Severely snubbed on
that subject, she took to peering at
her mistress, once her BARN, with
furtive eagerness and Impotence; for
Blanche. on her side, looked as though
she had something on her mind and
indeed mad made one or two attempts
to get 1t off. She had to force it even
in the end
There's just one thing l war. 10
say before ! go, Martha"
Yes, dearie, yes"
You know wnen Mr.. Toye called
yesterday. and l was out?"
"Oh! Mr.. Toye; yes, I remember,
Miss Blanche"
We'll. ! don't want you to say that
he came in and waited half an hour
in vain, in fact, not that he came in
at all, or that you're even sure you
saw him, unless, of course, you're
asked"
who should ask me, | wonder?"
We'll, ! don't know. but there
seems to me to be a little bad blood
between Mr.. Toye and Mr. Cazalet."
Martha looked for moment as
though she were about to weep, and
then for another moment as though
she would die of laughing. But
third moment she celebrated by max
ing an utter old fool of herself. as
she would have been told To her face
by anybody but Blanche, whose veil
low hair was being disarrauged by
the very hands which had helped to
imprison it under that motor hat and
veil
on, Blanche, is that all you have
TO tell me-" asked Martha
And then the week Of their lives
began.
what they did With their week IS
tcle N the fuil instalinant OF "Ths
Ttcesa0dth Woman" in the January
HarEer's EA-AR.l
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Jacques, who was finding it hard to
conquer the trembling Of his limbs.
He shivered as with cold,
The widow of Palass Poucette
flushed but she had some sense in
her head, and she realized that Jean
Jacques was a little unbalanced at
the moment. Indeed, Jean Jacques
was not so old that she would have
found 1t impossible to take a regular
and Well-defined and warm interest
in him, if circumstances were pro-
pitious. She held out the letter to
him at once. 1t is from my sister
in the West she explained.
Jean Jacques took the letter but
he could not bring himself to read it.
for Virginie Poucette's manner was
not suggestive Of happy tid.ngs. After
an instants hesitation he handed the
letter to NJ File, who pressed his
lips with an air of determination and
put on his glasses.
Jean Jacques saw the face of the
clerk Of court flush and then turn
pale as he read the letter There,
be quick!" he said before NJ. File
had turned the first page.
Then the widow of Palass Poucette
came to him and, in simple, harm
less way she had, free from coquetry
or guile, stood beside him, took his
hand and held it. He seemed al
most unconscious of her act, but his
fingers almost convulsively tight
ened on her, while she reflected
that here was one who needed help
sorely. Here was a good warm heart
ed man on whom a woman could
empty out affection like rain and get
good harvest. She really was as
simple as a child, was Virginie POu-
cette, and even in her acquaintance
with Sebastian Dolores there had only
been working in her the natural desire
of primitive woman to have a man
saying things to her which would
keep alive in her the things that
make her sing as she tolls; and GER
tainly the widow of Palass Poucette
toiled late and early on her little
farm
She really was concerned for Jean
Jacques. Both wife and daughter had
taken flight, and he was alone and in
trouble. At this moment she felt
that she would like to be a sister to
hlm-she was young enough to be his
daughter almost Her heart was
kind.
Now" said Jean Jacques at last,
as the Clerk of the Courts eyes
reached tHe eHu OIL the last page
now, speak 1t is--it is my Zoe?"
1T is our Zoe" answered NJ File.
Figure de Christ, what do you wait
for-she is not dead!" exclaimed Jean
Jacques with a courage which made
him set his feet squarely and his jaw
also
The Clerk of the Court nodded and
began. She is alive. Madame Pou-
cettes sister saw her by chance. Zoe
was on her way up the Saskatchewan
River to the Peace River country
with her husband, Her husband S
health was bad. He had to leave the
stage in the United States, where he
had gone after Winnipeg The doc
tors said he must live the open air
life. He and Zoe were going north
north, to take farm somewhere"
Somewhere! Somewhere" MUIR
INJURED Jean Jacques The farther
away from Jean Jacques the better
that is what she thinks"
mo. you are wrong, Jean Jacques, "
reioined NJ File. she said to
Madame Poucette's sister"-he held
up the letter that when they had
proved they could live without any
bodys help they would come back 10
see you. Zoe thought that, having
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me rude" said the Captain, but I'm
afraid l really mustn't keep him
waiting"
Toye said the proper things all the
way to the hat-stand, and there took
frontal measures as a last resort
Il was only going to ask you one
thing about Mr. Cazalet," he said,
and | guess I've reason for ask
ing, though there's no. time to state
IT now. What did you think of him,
Captain Aylmer, on the whole"
"Ah, there you have me. on the
whole is just the difficulty" said
Aylmer, answering the straight ques-
ton readily enough. Il thought he
was a very good chap as far as Ma
PIES but after Genoa he was another
being. I've sometimes wondered what
happened In his three or four days
ashore"
Three or four, did you say?"
And at the last moment Toye
would have played Wedding Guest to
Aylmer's Ancient Mariner
Yes; you see, he knew these Ger
man boats waste a couple of days
and did his Italy overland. Rather
a good idea, / thought, especially as
he said he had friends in Rome; but
we never heard of 'em beforehand.
and | should have let the whole thing
strike me a bit sooner If I'd been
Cazalet Soon enough to take hand
bag and toothbrush, Ell? And l don't
think | should have run ii quite so
fine at Genoa, either. But there are
rum birds in this world. and always
VIII bel"
Toye felt like one himself as he
picked his way through St James
square. II 1t had not been just after
lunch. he would have gone straight
and had cocktail, for or course he
knew the only place for them. What
he did was To slue round out of the
snnare and 10 nhtnin for the ask
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Mr.. Togo

No one has read the observations
OF Wallace TWINS Togo without a
good many smiles In book form
comes Mr.. Togo Maid of All Work
Outiield \ Co. $3.50 For the de-
location of the man with crouch.
Mr.. Togo is a delight. He has a lit
tie place-or shall we say a big one ?
lin literature Of the day all his own.
His philosophy Is a thing Of beauty
and q 10y forever
Get acquainted with h.m Youth
never cut HIM once you know him.
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Book Reviews
By JUNE FREMONT

Justices to boys, will find it gripping.
but Atlantans win be most Interested,
for the author was an Albanian, Mrs.
Chira Smith Cornelius, daughter of
George C. Smith. who was for many
years prominent official OF the West
Point Railroad
Two years ago, Mrs. Cornelius pub
lished her first book, The Eyes at
the Window" which won high APP
prevail in Atlanta.
"rhe Persian Tassel" is from the
negligee OF the heroine II is found
oy the hero in the hand Of the girls
father, who has been murdered Sus-
picion fits hither and thither. as is
the habit of that dark shadow in de-
teCtive tales. but the denouement is
decidedly a surprise
The Neale Publishing Company has
issued the book in good typographical
silvia.
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The Persian Tassel.

las an unusual sur; of mystery tale.
The Persian Tassel" II has baf-
hue complications. many points OF
orig uality. and Il moves with a rush.
Few. Il any, readers win guess the
murderer, or the identity Of the genius
who has New York by the ears, In
the tale
rnr ireicus ur readers ,3i over tlv
United States from supreme Court
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-25

Tor, rerealin0 hidden passage tohich
ne had made Uhea bop While
blanche makes friends tCith The neg
lected Craren dog, the Scotland Yard
men disappear through the hole, led
bD CdsaIet, and search the foundd-
tons. The fierce barking Of the dog
calls Bldnche's attention to a Uerp
grimm figure emerging from the cellar
--Cdsalet, dusty and diSheueled.
Toye pisitS CdSdlet iohiie the latter
Is at breakfast and hears the story Of
the finding Of The murdered mans
KEYS and tcdtch in the foundations
and the ttWacheOn ioith which he iodS
killed. ToVo initiates Cdsdiet into the
neW science Of finger prints, 10Th the
result that the menu card bearing the
impression Of CGsGlets hand Is MISS
tuO lrhCn 7OUe looks for il ldfer.