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Leave Mine to Me. y

Correct your own child. Bridget
O'Neill;" cried my mother "and leave
mine to me. She's all l have and it
isn't long l shall have her. You know
quite well how much she has cost me,
and that I haven't had very happy
married life, but instead of helping
me with her father"
Say no more" said Aunt Bridget.
I'VE don't want you to hurt yourself
again, and to allow this ill-condi-
toned child to be the cause of anoth-
er hemorrhage."
Bridget O'Neill," cried my mother,
rising up from her chair, you are a
hard hearted woman with bad dis
position. You know as we'll as | do
that it wasn't Ma. who made me IL,
but you-you, who reproached me and
tainted me about my child until my
heart itself had to bleed. For seven
years you have been doing that, and
now you are disposing of my darling
over my head without consulting me.
has d AiiOllISl llO liz IT'S III tlCi OWIl
child-the child she has suffered for,
and loved and lived for-that other
people who care nothing for It should
take 1t away from her and send it
into foreign country, where she may
never see 1t again? But you shall
not do that! No; you shall not! AS
long as there's breath in my body
you shall not do 1t, and If you at
tempt"
In her wild excitement my mother
had lifted one of her trembling hands
into Aunt Bridget's face, while the
other was still clasped about me, when
suddenly, with a look of fear on her
face, she heard a heavy step on the
stairs 1t was my father. He entered
the room with his knotty forehead
more compressed than usual, and
said:
Whats this she shall not do?"
To Be Continued To- morrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
TENTH CHAPTER.

y URlNG the fortnight In Whicf
my mother was confined to her
bed was her constant COM
panion and attendant. With the
mighty eagerness OF a child who
knew nothing of what the solemn
tine foreboded flew about the house
on tiptoe, fetching my mothers medi-
cine and her milk and the ice to cool
it, and always praising myself for my
industry and thinking I was quite in
dispensable.
You couldn't do without your lit
tie Mally, could you, nanny" |
would say, and my mother would
smooth my hair lovingly with her
thin white hand and answer:
mo. indeed, couldn't do without
my little Mally." And then my little
birdlike beak would rise proudly in
the air.
All this time I saw nothing OF Mar
tin and only heard through DIR. Con-
rad In his conversations with my
mother, that the boys broken arm
had been set, and that as soon as il
was better he was to be sent to King
Georges College, which was at the
other end of Ellen. What was to be
done with myself I never inquired
being so satisfied that my mother
could not get on without me.
was partly aware that big letters
bearing foreign postage stamps and
seals and coats of- arms. with pic
lures of crosses and hearts, were
coming to our house. l was also
aware that at intervals, while my
mother was in bed, there was the
sound OF voices, as IL in eager an6
sometimes heated conference, in the
room below. and that my mother
would raise her pale face from hel
pillow and stop my chatterlng witt
Hush" when my fathers voice was
louder and sterner than usual. But Il
never occurred to me to connect these
incidents with myself, until the aft.
ernoon OF the day on which my moth
er got up for the first time.
She was sitting before the fire. fol
autumn was stealing on, and I was
bustling about her, fixing the rus
about her knees and telling her II she
wanted anything she was to be sure
and call her little Mally. when a tlmit
/ EnnNL ~ 60 ~
Dan entered the room can see hi.
fair head and short figure still, and
hear his soft Irish voice, as ht
stepped forward and said:
Nov, don't worry, my daughter
Above ALL don't worry"
BY long experience my mother
knew this for sign of the dear
Fathers own perturbation. and I saw
her lower lip tremble as she asked
Hadn't Mary better run down to
the garden?"
mo! Oh, mol" said Father Dan. IN
is about Mary l come to speak Sc
our little pet may as well remain"
To Be Sent Away.
Then at signal from my mother
| went over to her and stood by her
side, and she embraced my waist witt
trembling arm, While the Father
COX a seat by her side, and. fumb-
ling the little silver cross on his
chain, delivered his message.
After long and anxious thought
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
CERTAINLY.

Dear Miss Fairfax;
Is il proper for a young man
q years of age TO have "A social
gathering on his birthday and to
ask cousin whether she would
mind having II In her house?
What amount should II cost him?
B. T..
II would be proper, and the cou
sinly relationship permits you to ash
your cousins assistance.
The cost depends on the number
invited, the character OF the enter
tainment etc, That Is question you
must answer yourself
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
BY BEATRICE YAIRFAx.
CERTAINLY NOT,

Dear Miss Fairfax:
am 81 and had been keeping
company with n young girl for
nearly three years / love this
young lady and will never love
any other, but although she
shows me every affection she says
she does not love me and will
never marry m
have been keeping company
for SOME time past with another
girl and have grown very fond
OF her, although ] can never love
her ] have decided to marry the
latter girl and make her as hap
by ne ! can, She is willing 20
accept me. knowing OF my love
for the former girl Don't you
think we VIII be happy ] am
very kind-hearted. WORRIED.
You are not kind hearted II yol
would marry one woman, loving an.
either woman more. That neither /,
Kindness nor Justice.
For the girls sake. for your OWE
sake, get the notion out OF your hea
You are young enough TO be able II
afford TO wait,
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
THAT DEPENDS.

dear MlSS FhlflaA.
About two months ago my
chum and / were introduced to a
couple OF young men, whom we
have been keeping company with
steadily Last time we were out
with them we made an engage
ment for the end Of next week,
but my chum says that she does
not wish to keep It.. ! Ike my
friend and do not want TO lose his
company. Would 1t be proper for
me to keep the engagement alone?
am seventeen years old.
NELL.
infer he is respectable, or yot
surely would not have accepted his
attentions for two months And also
that the place to which he will take
you is above question. Also that your
mother does not disapprove If ] an
right accept his invitation.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29

and he might say prayer-it had been
decided that l should be sent away
to a convent. 1t was to be con-
vent Of the Sacred Heart in Rome.
He was to take me to Rome himself
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OF hungry when we're out asplortng.'
did not know then, what now
know, that my little boy who could
not learn his lessons and had always
been In disgrace was a born gentle
man, but my throat was thick and my
eyes were swimming, and to hide my
emotion | pretended to be i'll.
Il know" said Martin "Dizzing-
tory (dysentery)! We allus has dir
zlngtory when we're out asploring."
There was one infallible sure for
that, though-milk!
Il allus drinks a drink of milk, and
away goes the dizzingtory in a jffy."
This recalled the bottle, but when |
twisted It round on my belt, hoping
to make amends for the lost biscuit, l
found. to my confusion, that it had
suffered from the same misadventure,
being cracked in the bottom, and
every drop of the contents gone.
That was the last straw, and the
tears leapt to my eyes, but Martin
went on whistling and singing and
ringing the big bell as f nothing had
happened
The darkness, deepened, the breath
OF night came sweeping over the sea,
the boom OF the pillows on the rock
became still more terrible, and I be-
gan to SILVER.
"The sack!" cried Martin. we all
lus sleeps In sacks when we're out as
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on without me, but before I could re-
ply Aunt Bridget, with her bunch Of
keys at her waist. came jingling into
the room, and catching my mother :
last words, said, in her harsh. high
pitched voice:
Isabel You astonish me! To de-
fer to the will of child! Such 4
child, too! So stubborn and spoiled
and seH- willed. If we say it is good
for her to go, she must go,"
| could feel through my mothers
arm, which was still about my waist,
that she was trembling from head 20
foot, but at first she did not speak,
and Aunt Bridget, in her peremptory
way, went on:
1--WE say it is good for you, too,
Isabel if she is not to hasten yonr
death by preying on your nerves and
causing you to break more blood ves-
sells So we are consulting your well
fare as we'll as the girls in sending
her away"
My mothers timid soul could bear
no more. l think it must have been
the only moment of anger her gentle
spirit ever knew. but, gathering all
her strength, she turned upon Aunt
Bridget in ungovernable excitement.
Bridget" she said, you are doing
nothing of the kind. You know you
are not. You are only trying to sep
arate me from my child and my child
from me. When you came to my
house, I thought you would be kinder
to my child than anybody else, but
you have not been; you have been
cryel to her, and shut your heart
against her, and while l have been
helpless here, and in bed, you have
never .showp her one moment of love
and kindness. No, you have no feel
ing except for your own, and it never
occurs to you that having brought
your own child into my house you ire
trying to turn my child out of It."
80 that's how you look at 1t. ls
it?" said Aunt Bridget, with a flash of
her cold gray eyes. II thought came
to this house-your house, as you call
it-only out of the best intentions,
just to spare you trouble when you
were i'll and unable to attend to your
duties as a wife But because 1 cor
rect your child when she is willful
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
THAT DEPENDS

Dear Miss Fairfax:
! am eighteen, and have been
writing to a man the same age
He has stopped writing TO me.
II he should write again would
you advise Re to answer?
MATILDA.
II your correspondence was war
ranted by credentials in the first
place. and his reason for not writing
is credible, there is no reason why
you should not answer his letter II
you never hear from him again dc
not take II seriously
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
Now Go On
The NarrofiUe of Mary
O'NeiH
FIRST PART.
My GirIhood

Copyright. 1912 by Hearst's Magazine.
Copyright, 1918, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright.
1918 by J, n. Lippincott Company.
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anu sec lie safely oClll1o lllClS % anu
they (meaning my father and Aunt
Bridget had promised him-faith-
fully promised him-that when the
holidays came around. he should be
sent to bring me home again. So
there was nothing to fear, nothing to
worry about, nothing to to
My mother listened as long as she
could, and then-her beautiful white
face distorted by pain-she broke in
on the fathers message with cry
of protest.
But she is so young! Such a
child! Only years old! How can
anyone think of sending such a little
one away from homer"
Father Dan tried to pacify her. It
was true | was very young, but then
the Reverend Mother was such good
woman. She would love me and care
for me as if l were her own child.
And then the good nuns, God bless
their holy souls.
But Mary is all l have" cried my
mother, land If they take her away
from me 1 shall be broken hearted.
At such time, too! How cruel they
are! They know quite we'll what
the doctor says. Can't they wait a
little longer?"
I could see Father Dan was arguing
against himself, for his eyes filled as
he said:
ITS hard, know it's hard for
you, my daughter. But perhaps it's
best for the child that she should
go away from home-perhaps it's
all Gods blessed and holy will Re-
member there's certain person here
who isn't kind to our little innocent,
and is making her a cause of trouble.
Not that l link she Is actuated by
evil intentions.
But she is, she is" cried my
mother, who was growing more and
more excited
Then all the more reason why
Mary should go to the convention
lline at all events,
My mother began to waver, and she
said:
Let her be sent to a convent in
the island, then"
II thought of that, but there isn't
one" Father Dan said.
Then then :. then take
her TO the Presbytery," said my moth
| er. Dear, dear father" she pleaded.
'let her live with you and have
somebody teach her, and then she
can come to see me every day, or
! twice a week, or even once a week
am not unreasonable"
1T would be beautiful" said
Father Dan, reaching over to touch
my arm. ITO have our little Mary
/ in my dull old house would be like
having the sun there always. But
there are reasons why a young girl
SHOULD not be brought UP in the home
OF a priest, so 1t is better that our
little precious should go to Rome"
The Last Straw.
My mother was breaking down and
Father Dan followed up his advan-
| tage.
Then wisha, my daughter. think
what good thing it will be for the
! child. She will be one of the chill
dren OF the Infant. Jesus first. then
child Of Mary, and then OF tn.
Sacred Heart itself And then re-
member Rome The holy city! The
city of the Holy Father! Why, who
knows, she may even see himself
some day"
Yes. yes, know" said my mother.
and then turning with her melting
eyes to me she said:
Would my Mary like to go-leav-
ing her mamma but coming home in
the holidays-would she?
] was going to say l would not be-
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Ninth Chapter Continued.

We reached the sea by a little bay,
mud cabin that stood back to the cliff
and small boat that was moored to
a post on the shore. Both belonged to
Tommy the Mate, who was a widow
man" living alone. and therefore
there were none to see us when we
launched the boat and set cut on our
voyage. II was then o'clock In the
afternoon, the sun was shining, and
the tide, which was at the turn. was
beginning to flow.
had never been in boat before
but | dared not say anything about
that. and after Martin had fixed the
bow oar for me and taken the stroke
himself, | spluttered and plunged and
made many blunders. | had never
been on the sea either. and almost
as soon as we shot clear of the shore
and were lifted on to the big waves,
began to feel dizzy, and dropped
my oar, with the result that 1t
slipped through the rollocks and was
washed away Martin saw what had
happened as we swung round to his
rowing, but when ! expected him to
scold me, he only said;
Never mind. shipmate, was Just
thinking we would do better with
one" and. shipping his own oar in
the stern of. the boat, he began to
SCul
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Out to Sea.


My throat was hurting me, but
partly from shame and partly from
fear, | now sat forward, with William
Rufus in my lap, and said as little
as possible. But Martin was in high
spirits and while his stout little body
rolled to the rocking OF the boat he
whistled and sang and shouted mes
sages to me over his shoulder.
My gracious Isn't this what you
cali ripping?" he cried. and though my
teeth were chattering, l answered
that it was.
Some girls-Jimmy Christopher's
sister and Messy Macleod and Betsy
Beauty would be frightened to come
asploring wouldn't they?"
Wouldn't they" said. and !
laughed, though l was trembling
down to the soles of my shoes.
We must have been half an hour
out, and the shore seemed so far
away that Murphy's Mouth and Tom
my's cabin and even the trees of the
Big House looked like something !
had seen through the wrong end OF
a telescope, when he turned his head
with a wild light in his eyes, and
said
! See the North Pole out yonder?"
Don't I?'' answered. though | was
such a practical little person and had
not an ounce Of dream" in me.
! knew quite well where he was
going to He was going % St Mary's
Rock, and OF all the places on land
or sea It was the place / was mos
afraid Of, being 50 big and frown.
Ing. an ugly black mass, standing
Twenty 70 thirty feet cat Of the water
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The Sleeping Sack.

let him do what he liked with me
now. but when he had packed me up
in the sack, and put me to lie at the
foot OF the triangle, telling me I was
as right as ninepence. l began to
think of something I had read in a
storybook and. half choking with
sobs. said:
Martini"
What now. shipmate?"
IT'S all my fault and I'm just
as frightened as Jimmy Christopher
sister and Messy Macleod and Betsy
Beauty and I'm not sumner .
and you'll have to give me up and
leave me here and save yourself
and
But Martin stopepd me with a
shout and crack of laughter
Not me! Not much! We never
leaves a pal when we're out asploring
Long as we lives we never does It.
Not never"
That finished me. I blubbered like
baby, and William Rufus, who was
sitting by my side. lifted his nose and
Joined in my bowling.
What happened next day l never
rightly knew. ! was only aware
though my back was to him, that
Martin, impatient of his string, hat
leapt up 10 the bell and was swinging
his little body from the tongue tC
make louder clamor One loud clans
II heard, and then came crash and q
crack, and then silence.
What is it?" l cried. but at FRS
there was no answer.
Have you hurt yourself?"
And then, through the thunderou!
boom OF the rising sea on the rock
came the breaking voice of my DO,
Che had broken his right ARM, min,
gled with the sobs which his uncon
quered and unconquerable little sou
was struggling to suppress
I'VE never minds a bit Of hur
We never minds nothing wher
we're out asploring!"
Meantime on shore there was 6
great commotion. My father was rail.
ing at Aunt Bridget. who was up,
braiding my mother, who was cryins
for Father Dan, who was flying of
for DR. Conrad, who was putting hi!
horse into his gig and securing tn,
parish in search of the two lost chill.
6ren
But Tommy the Mate, who remem.
oered' the conversation in the pot.
ting-shed and thought he heard the
tinkle OF bell at sea. hurried off e
the shore, where he found his boat
boobing on the beach. and thereb,
came TO his own conclusions.
! BY the light Of 4 lantern he pulled
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To Be Sent Away.

Then at signal from my mother
went over to her and stood by her
side, and she embraced my waist with
trembling arm. while the Father
COX seat by her side, and. fumb-
ling the little silver cross on his
chain, delivered his message
After long and anxious thought
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To Be Continued Tomorrow
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n Write 70 Ladies' Advisor,
Dept, Chattanooga Medicine Co. chat
tsnoogs Tenn, Tor Special Instruct ions
and et-page book. Home Treatment for
Nomen. sent IN plain wrapper. on re.
tuesL-AAdyL
The Alaska daily empire., 1914-01-09
PASSENGERS ARRIVING
 ON THE JEFFERSON

The Jefferson arrived between six and seven o'clock this morning bring ing the following passengers for Gas .tineau channel towns:
 For Juneau G. w. Dela, w. H. Borwine, S. E. Brustker, P. yanMaren, w. Bagnole, S. T. Chandler, G. E.. James, Mrs. Bertha Davis, Helen Sal isbury, Clyde Conway, A. L. McDou- ald, F. M. Bailey, w. E. Wilcox, J. C.. McHugh, B. F. Watson. A. S. Dautrick, L. L. Clay, G. Staadacker. Mrs. K. Kab- Ter, Robert Wick. Mrs. F. E. Savers, Olaf Lystad, J. E. Moulton, J. F. Ev. erett, Mrs. S. G. Rothwell, Sam Guyot, M. F. Ruley, G. O. Torrey, J. NJ. Cra- mer, c. A. Salyer, Mrs. J. P, Conway, and 10 second class.
 For Douglas-Mrs. Mabel Michall- son, G. w. Gustafson and wife, Jean- cite Durand, O. verman and wife, Al fonsa vechelle and wife, and 1 second class.
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NEW.YUKoN- STRIKE
 LOOKS FAVORABLE

w. w. Johnson, one of the locators on Wilson creek. near Marshall City, the center of the new strike on the lower Yukon, 65 miles above Andreaf- ski, talking to the Nome Nugget of the new strike, said;
 "The discovery was made seven miles up Wilson creek, which flows in. to the Yukon at Marshall City (named for the vlce-PresldenD at the mouth of a short stream called Dlsapopint- ment creek. This creek is one and one half miles long and has only six claims on 1t. Wilson creek is 12 miles in length. Discovery was made where the high rim of Wilson was exposed, and there was from three to six feet of gravel on this rim. which has come out of Disappointment creek.
 "The gold is In the gravel, and l took thirteen pans in rocker from bedrock to surface on its face which weighed eight and one-half cents. Eleven pans were taken from differ ent points, and these when rocked weighed S5 cents. One pan was picked in the gravel. This weighed S5 cents.
 "At a point 25O feet up Dlsappoint' ment creek we have a shaft nine feet deep. which is not yet down to bed rock, but is as deep as it can so on- account of water. The last six feet of gravel in this shaft banned from 2 to 10 cents per pan. We took three pans near the top which weighed 16 cents. In one of these pans was TO- cent nugget. Bedrock in this shaft would probably be about 15 feet.
 "on the next claim above, about l. 900 feet up the creek, shaft is down on right limit 21 feet. The best pans there run cents. Three pans taken around the top of this dump weighed less than cent altogether. This shaft is about 15O feet from the center of the creek bed and might be of the paystreak.
 "A drill is now crosscuttlng Wilson above the mouth of Disappointment creek.
 "The indications in the camp are good"
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A LETTER FOR You2

List of letters remaining in the post ,fice at Juneau, Alaska on Jan. 3 91S. Parties wishing same when call ng please say advertised. Bexter, A. Blomquist, Charles M. Coulthard, John 6 letters) Cooper Frank. Holmes, Miss Dolly. Johnson, Mrs. Advunie. Nelson, M. Norstrand, S. Payne, Miss Kettle e letters) Payey, Miss Nettie. Paulson, Ivar. Papp, D. Phillips, Chas. Bapl. D. Rees. M. R. R. Rosnes, Andrew. sandro, Ronaldo. Samuels, M. D. Sell, Herr John Smith, Charlie Shields, Mrs. Mae Snuse, Wm. Watterson, Mrs. G. weppler, Chas.
 E. L. HUNTER, PM.
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ALASKAN HOTEL ARRIVALS:

The following arrivals are registered at the Alaskan Hotel:
 B. F. Watson, B. A. Davis, Jola Ser viz. A. E. Harris, B. R. Clark, Seattle;
The Alaska daily empire., 1914-01-09

Everything that will please a smok- CT may be found at BURFoRD'S. If
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ST. GEORGE HOUSE OPEN.

The St. George House Is now open and ready for business.
 Everything new. Good light and well ventilated rooms. Baths, electric lights and bells. Good board.
 Reasonable rates by the day, week or month. 1O-1-tt
 J. c. HoULIHAN, Prop.
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Eat at the Pioneer, and dIe happy.
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LEAVING .a ON PRINCESS MAY

The Princess May, sailing for the South about o'clock last night, car ried the following passengers from Ju. neau: E. N. Harris, Frank w. Colwell, J. F. Malony and wife. Miss Eva Hook ett, H. NJ. Smith, Henry Merto, E. M. Whalen, c. B. Flyers. Frank Mccoy and wife, R. N. Hayden, c. P. Brennan, James c. McAdams, Thomas Corcor- an, Thomas Garrity, James Moriarty, and five second class.
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R. N. Hayden, sitka; Charles Miller, F. S. Wilson, city; Dr. w. G. Benawa, Teuakee; w. D. Carlson, Taku liar, Dor; F. Nj, Bailey, San Francisco.