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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-10
The Merry-G o-Round
AN AMUSING SHORT STORY.

old friend. the lawyers oferk. ana ,,
ceeds in getting thirty Kroner fro-,
him on the express condition thai .h.,,
must be repaid before 10 oIclo-i, ~ ~
next day, as the money does not ~ ~
long to the clerk himself. This 49,.
not bother Helmer. He borrow -
thirty Kroner. pays the cigar dsai.r
back the twenty at S.ociock sharn ana
eats a bsiated bot very substsnEsi
lunch at the "Perffna.s ~
There Is a hong, a very lenx +,r,o
until tomorrow, 'io
~
Wednesday morning Helmer rrsh.s
around like a mailman It IL so az
noying not to be able to paw vor,.
debt at the time promised and h.
sides, 1t hurts his credit, which il he
financial mainstay. At last he s,o-
ceeds in softening the heart of an ose
aunt who lends him thirty Kroner N
be paid back when convenient. Tss
lawyers clerk gets them with uro.
fuse apologies
In the evening Helmer paints shs
town red in company with a Swedish
cousin, who has just come across In
sound to see Copenhagen The cousIn
pays and Helmer promises to pay M
share the next day.
",
The next day It appears tf,-t ~
share. as far as they are able 10 "a
member, amounts to about nfev
Kroner, Helmer borrows seventy-fva
Kroner from his wine dealer, whom
he owes a considerable amount for
whisky. The money must be repaid
on Friday.
In tho evAp{nv +ha corvin 1885,.
to Sweden and Helmer invites his
vi.
Friday comes. Helmer finds Il nee-
essary to- DO something. He writes
three long poems, digs up g. couple of
old short stories which he modernizeS
and rushes from one editor to another
to sell his products, He really sue
ceeds in selling the lot for 100 Kroner.
He pays the wine dealer and goes to
bed early, for he Is dead tired
vi.
Saturday night and evening HeirnsF,
with the best conscience in the world,
eats and drinks and smokes "a lens
as ne has "A penny left.
Sunday he borrows f1fessn Kssnw
from Frau Jochumsen,
TX
Monday ne borrows twenty Kroner
from his cigar dealer. snd pays Frau
Jochumsen.
Tuesday he realizes that lbs r. a
merry go-round, and all you havs to
DO is to keep It moving. Whereupon
he telephones his friend. the fSwyers
clerk
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I Du Msrcelli he began to say some
thing and then stopped.
Surely your father knows ="
III he does, can not possibly un-
derstand ."
did not pay as much attention 10
his broken exclamations az | should
have done but for the surprise and
confusion OF coming 30 suddenly upon
him again: and when, as we reached
ne hotel, he said.
81 wonder If your father will allow
me 10 speak ."
I'm sure he'll he delighted" I sa id,
and then, in my great Impotence, |
ran, upstairs ahead or him and burst
/ into py fathers room, crying:
Father, whom do YOU think ! have
brought to see you-look,"
TO my concern and discontinue my
fathers reception OF Martin was very
cool. and a first he did not even seem
to know him.
You don't remember me. SIR said
Martin
I'm afraid ! can't Just place YOU"
said my father
After ! had made them known 20
each other they sat talking about the
South Pole expedition. but it was a
chin and cherries interview. and aft
or few minutes Martin rose TO GO.
II find II kind Of hard TO figure YOU
fellows out" said my father NO
money that | know Of has ever been
made in the Unknown, as you call IT,,
and II you discover both poles
don't Just soc how they're 10 be worth
cent stamp to YOU. But you know
best 50 good bye. and good luck to
you!"
went out TO the lift with Martin
who asked II he could take mo for a
walk in the morning. ! answered yes.
and inquired what hour he would call
for me
Twelve o'clock he replied. aud I
said that would suit me Nsctly.
The Bishop came to dine with rs
that night. and after dinner, when I
had gone to the window To look on.
over the clts for the three lghts on
the Loggia Of the Vatican. he and my
father talked together for long
time IN a low tone.
They were still talking when I left
them to 20 to bed.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-10
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.

RECENT occasions demand urg-
ent mea sures. When little
lie will not save man he feels
justified IN telling big one.
There had been signs of the APP
preaching conflict for several days.
Mrs Lysander John Appleton had had
an evening gown made; Daysey
Mayme. In addition to her new gown,
had purchased new wrap; Lysander
Johns dress suit had been cleaned
and pressed and every roar of pro-
test from him had been met with the
argument that they had to accept in
vita tons to let the world know they
were invited, and that he must come
home early that evening and get
dressed on time. 4
He pleaded everything from busi4
ness engagements to neurttis and
blind staggers; he told his little lies
glibly, and realized when on the way
home that night that the time had
telling a big one.
The clock struck six. No Lysander
John. Seven, and his wife's anger
had given way to. apprehensins.
Eight, and she was a victim of the
widest fears. Nine, and she and
Daysey Mayme had removed Their
party dresses and sat hudded before
the front window watching for him
Ten, and they had stopped watch
ing for the figure OF man crossing
the square. and were looking for am
balances AMI undertakers' wagons,
and stretchers, and all the grewsome
sights that darkness can conjure
Eleven and Mrs. Lysander John was
on the lounge in Mysteries and Daysev
Mayme was declaring in one of these
rare periods Of sanity that come to
the unmarried that, thank Heaven,
she wasn't married. and had a man TO
worry over, when the doorbef1 rang,
The door opened to meet Lysander
John! Dazed. trembling. with eyes
filled with fear, he could only gasp.
Don't let her get me! Don't let
her get mel" as he staggered into
the room, and fell in heap on the
floor.
1t was an hour later before he could
tell coherent story. He was com
ing home from the cars, he said,
when blonde woman sat down be-
side him. He noticed that she gazed
At him with admiring eyes, but he re-
mem5ered that he was married to the
best woman on earth, and steadily
looked the other way. Suddenly she
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TELMER, the young poet, awak
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TTELMER, the young poet, awak-
II ems at 2 in the afternoon on a
Sunday because a ray Of the
sun strikes his face He yawns
stretches himself tries to go to sleep
again, but Is forced to give 1t up.
Suddenly, quite wide awake now, he
stretches out his hand and gets hold
of his pocketbook and his wallet He
examines both feverishly, only TO lay
them aside with a sigh of despair.
Then he rem embers.
He remembers how last night he
drank Just the glass of whisky and
soda he should not have drunk. For It
was that one glass which, in spite of
all his good resolutions, drew all the
others after It.
1t was that glass which caused him
to stay all night in the cafe with his
friends, who afterward treated him
to an early morning breakfast with
long schnapses, and caused his last
ten Kroner bill to disappear, though
he was to use It to-day to take din
ner with his sweetheart.
When Helmer. half an hour later,
fully dressed and in the best of spir-
its, lights his first cigarette, he real
ICES that his landlady Frau Johum-
sen, whom he already owes four
weeks rent. is his only possible sal
walton And ne really succeeds in
making her lend him fifteen Kroner
but she must have them back by -
o'clock sharp morrow (Monday). as
she has to pay an annoying coal mer-
chant.
Every cent Of Helmer's fifteen
Kroners Ia gone. when, with his sweet
heart he leaves the restaurant where
they have dined.
II.
Monday morning at 10 Helmer 10
standing in his cigar dealers shop.
He has patronized him for five years
and owes him 210 Kroner for cigars
and cigarettes but he has often Dor
rowed small amounts of cash from the
cigar dealer for a short time, and now
he borrows 20 Kroner
But I must have them to morrow
at without fair, the man insists,
FOR I need Az the money I can lay
my hands on to pay promissory
note"
In the afternoon Helmer ie sitting
In Cafe Dagmar with an absinth and
in the evening he spends his last two
Kroner for sandwiches and beer.
1t does not trouble him the lea st
that he has to pay the cigar dealer 20
Kroner before tomorrow afternoon.
Tomorrow seems infinitely far
paid back Frau Jochumsen her ff-
teen Kroner in due time,
III.
Tuesday morning Helmer gets UP
late. At 2 o'clock he telephones his
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-10

1--WE been reading a continued
story in one of the evening
newspapers" said the Manicure
Lady. and ii is kind Of queer lay
out, the plot of it and all. 1t tells
about strong, manly young gent
about six feet tall who wins the love
of fair young society girl by acting
like a cave man. George, what is a
cave man."
II remember reading something
about cave men in my school books"
said he Head Barber III | remem-
Der right they was the first human
beings and lived a mighty long time
ago They was bigger than the men
now, and more like big gorillas. They
had hair all over their big bodies and
lived in caves That is all | know
about them, except that when II come
to a rough house fight they must have
been regular slashers."
Dear me-" exclaimed the Manicure
Lady. 81 don't see how no young
society lady could fall for that kind
OF a gent. | amt no society queen
myself. but goodness knows. George,
| wouldn't marry no gent ana do light
housekeeping in a cave. A fiat is bad
enough. but a cave-neVeri
This story didn't say, though that
the hero was exactly a cave man--it
said he used cave-msn methods.
suppose II meant that he was kind of
rough and harsh 10 her. and maybe
he beat her up a little"
He wouldn't have to be no cave
man TO do that, IL we can believe the
papers at all, declared the Head
Barber There are plenty Of gents
moving in our best circles that have
been accused OF beating M their
wives
II said in this story that all women
love to he mastered by some ruder.
stronger being than the women them
selves Sometimes / believe that is
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The Manicure Lady
By WILLIAM F. KIRK

so. because | have often had the feel
ing when some great big powerful
man went out of here that ! would
be willing to be his wife If he had
a good bankroll with which to main
tain me proper. even II he did give me
good shaking when ! wouldn't
mind. Goodness knows, l would rath-.
err have n husband like that than
some of the little fat-chested dudes
that mince in here just before the
matiSee to get polished up to per-
feet pink. ! wouldn't care rap for
husband that | could slam across
the room, ard / am afraid If | should
marry that kind of a husband he
would be going across the room most
of the time.
But the ideal kind OF man,
think. for a husband for a emotional
yet gentle child like me, is a hus-
band who could be as rough as Sandy
Ferguson II he had to be, but who
could also be as gentle as little
trained nurse-and .~9t is the way
would want him 10 he most OF the
time, because my girlish nature does
not lean none toward warfare. My
father is the kind of a man | mean
big and powerful enough to always
be the skipper of his own house, but
as gentle as a kitten most of the
time especially when he has been out
with a lew OF the old Romans, trying
his best 10 get all the high proof
stuff off the market forever No mat
ter how lit dear old dad is, he always
totes that beaming smile around on
his map. and he has always been so
good 20 mother that she fairly wor-
ships him
There amt many men left like
that now, GeorSe. at least among the
young stock. The young men now
nave the muscles of children. and the
dispositions Of cave men. instead OF
positions Of children. Here comes one
of them TO get his nails did now"
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crowded closer to him, and he felt
a singing sensation in his left arm
And that is the last he remembers.
He hal a dim impression OF being
led off the car and down side street.
of a dark hallway, a brightly lighted
room and something sweet to drink
The next he knew he was standing In
front Of his own door and II was MD
night.
"a poisoned needler he gssped
land here It isl" pu1lin~ a dArnsng
needle from his left coat sleeve
And such is the tie Of dup1tctty and
understanding between all male
kind that his son Chauncey Devers,
pulled out of it's eye a pink wool
thread that matched the ball IN his
mothers darning bag, before his
mother and sister had caught sight
of it,
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-10
FOLLOW YOUR HEART.
Dear Miss Fairfax:

For a month l have had atten-
ton paid to me by a gentleman
IS years of age who has me con
fused whether or not ! shall keep
company with him.
He is in love with me. Still, |
care very little for him; but am
deeply in love with a young gen
tleman nineteen years old. who
also loves me. He has a wonder
full future and Is very wealthy
and, although young, has a very
mannish way about him.
ALICE.
Never keep company with one mar
If YOU love another one more. Thai
Is an injustice to three.
The man you love is too young tc
regard seriously. Go on loving him
If you heart so wills; but give hin,
a chance to grow up before you lei
that love becomes an obligation.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-10
Every Woman
Knows That

instead of sallow skin and face
blemishes she ought to possess
the clear complexion and the
beauty of nature and good
health. Any woman afflicted
or suffering at times from
headache, backache, nervous
ness, languor and depression
OF spirits-ought to try
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-10
MOST DECIDEDLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax

Dear Miss Fairfax:
l am a Young man of seven
teen and am in love with a girl
three years my Junior. Is ii prop
er for me TO go out with her at
nights, which she does, although
her mother forbids her?
SAM
Only your extreme youth excuses
YOU for influencing a girl of fourteen
TO disobey her mother. Let her alone
and don't go out nights with any girl
with or without her mothers consent
until you are older.
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of to
Partisan beauties decided that the of the
something the Goddess of
Wisdom
a urta black velvet, arranged
forehead like the
he mot OF back
styles Of
trimming for his lie ha OF
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THAT DEPENDS,

Dear Miss Fairfax:
| have been keeping company
with a young man (two years my
senior for one year, and as a
rule Ne are very happy when to-
gether; but every time he meets a
certain person in my family whom
he dislikes he is very cool with
me. When l speak to him about
this he answers that he always
has the same good feeling toward
me. X.
II the person he dislikes is yer,
near to you. and one he would offer
meet after your marriage. I hope yo,
will not marry the man. His intoler
anee now will become active dslik,
then, and he will make you very un
happy.
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I HAVE NONE.

Dear Miss Fairfax:
4 young man has. or had. been
paving attention for the past
three or four months. and during
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-02-10
The Narrative of Mary o'Neill
First Part-My 6irlhood.

Copyright. 1919. by Hearst's Magazine.
Copyright, 1918, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyrig ht,
1913. by J 3 Lippincott Company
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At the left showing o
} helmet trimmed he is
which follows and Of
Of la our mod
ern Tommy
In the middle is front view which
to
face Of classical loneliness. -oIIvETTE.
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A Farewell.

Something in his tone must have
said more than his words to my
father and the Bishop. for saw that
they looked at each other with sur
prise.
Then the bell rang again. the en-
CINE throbbed. and Martin said
Good bye! Good bye"
While the train moved out of the
station, he stood bareheaded on the
platform with such a woebegone face
that looking back AT him my throat
began to hurt me as 1t used to do
when ! was child.
was very glad that day as we
Travelled north. My adopted country
had become dear to me during my
ten years exile from home, and |
thought l was seeing the last OF my
beautiful Italy. crowned with sun
shine and decked with flowers.
But there was another cause OF
my sadnesss, and that was the
ihought of Martins uneasiness about
my marriage and the feeling that he
had anything TO say to my father he
ought 10 have said 1t then.
And there was yet another cause
Of which l was quite unconscious
that like every other girl before love
dawns on her. half of my nature was
still asleep. the half that makes life
lovely and the world dear.
To think that Martin Conrad was
the one person who could have
awakened my sleeping heart That q
word. a look. a smile from him that
day could have changed the whole
current Of my life, and that '"'
But no, ! will not reproach him
Have / rot known since the day on
ST Mary's Rock that above an else
he is born gentleman?
AND yet And vet
r. @..-..-I
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o Advice to Lovelorn o
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.

that time l learned to love him
dearly.
Recently he has been treating
me verv cool, and is going out
with another young lady.
As | love this young man very
much, and as l want him back, l
am writing this letter TO you hop
ing you Will give me some advice
that Will help. c..
When love grows cold. there is
rothing more futile than to try TO far
it into life again. My advice may not
bring him back, but 1t, at least, will
save your pride, and that means a
great deal more than you may think
1t is this: Don't let him see that you
care. Tell yourself you don't care
and bye and bye you will really find
yourself caring less.
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TO-DAY'S INSTALLMENT.

TODAY ) INSIAlILMENT.
Twenty second chspter-Continued.
Something in the voice made me
siddy, something in the blue eyes
made me trembe | looked al him
but did not speak
Don't you know me. Mally7" ne
said.
I felt as II rosy veil were falling
ever my face and neck. A food OF
JOY was sweeping through me. At
hast ! knew who Il was.
II was Martin Conrad, grown to he
q man. tall. powerful. manly man,
but with the same face still an elu-
sive ghost Of the boys face | used
10 look up to and love
few minutes later We were out
on the piazza in front Of the church,
and with a nervous rush of Joyous
words he was telling me what had
brought him to Rome.
Having just "scraped through" his
examinations, and taken his degree
couldn't have done so II the exam
liners had nd been Jolly good to
him-he had heard that Lieut.
was going down to the great ice
barrier that bounds the South Pole,
10 investigate the sources Of winds
and tides, so he had offered himself
as doctor to the expedition and been
accepted
Sailing from the Thames ten days
ago they had put into Naples that
morning for coal, and taking advan-
tage OF the opportunity he had run
M to- Rome. remembering that
htts
pccUue 10 see me, and coming upon
me by The merest accident in the
world something Saving said TO him.
Lets go in here and look at this
queer old church"
He had to leave tomorrow al two.
though. having to sail the same
night but Of course Il would be luck
- so farther south than Charcot and
T. tke another attack on the Antarctic
ghi.
! could see that life was full OF
fa.th and hope and all good things
for him. and remembering some cpl
sodes OF the past ! said:
80 YOU are going asporing' in
earnest at last?"
AT last" he answered, and we
looked into each others eyes and
laughed as we stood together on the
church steps, with little tender waves
of feeling from our childhood sweep
ing to our feet
"And your" he said You look Just
the same knew you instantly. Yet
you are changed, too. So grown and
so so wonderfully
Going to Marry"
/ knew what he meant TO say and
being too much OF child to pretend
not to know, and too much of a wom-
an Notwithstanding my nunl!ke i'm
pulses) not TO find JOY in it, | said |
was glad.
You've left the Convent, see
When did that happen?"
] told him three weeks sgo-that
my father had come for me and we
were going back to ELAN.
And then? What are you going to
do them" he asked
For a moment l felt ashamed t.
answer. but at last / toldshim that
was going home to be married.
Married? When? To whom"
| said | did not know when. but II
was TO be TO the young Lord Raa
"Raa? Did YOU say Raa? That
Good G.! But surely you
He did not finish what he was going
to say, so ! told him | did not know
any tHlnss mot having seen i4oIu INdd
since ] came TO school, and every
thing having been arranged for me
by my father.
mot seen him since every
thingarranged by your father"
Yes"
Then he asked me abruptly where
] was staying. and when told him he
said he would walk back With me to
the hotel
His manner had suddenly changed,
and several times as we walked to-
gether up the Tritoni and along the
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Twenty third Chapter.

n r breakfast next morning my
II father told me that something
unexpected had occurred to re-
quire that we should return home i'm
mediately. and therefore he had sent
over to Cooks for seats by the noon
express
was deeply disappointed. but
knew my father too well to dcmur. so
| slipped away to my room and s@nt
=, a letter to Martin, explaining me
change in our plans and saying good
! bye TO him
When we reached the station, how
ever. | found Martin waiting on the
platform in front of the compartment
| that was labeled with our name.
thought my father was even more
brusuue with him than before. and
the Bishop who was to travel with
us was curt almost to rudeness. But
Martin did not seem to mind that
this morning. for his lower lip had
the stiff setting which | had seen in
Il when he was q boy. and after |
stepped into the carriage he stepped
in after me, leaving the two men on
the platform
Shall you be long away | asked.
TOO long, unfortunately. Six
months, nine-perhaps twelve, worse
luck! Wish ! hadn't to go at all"
he answered
/ was surprised and asked why,
whereupon he stammered some ex-
cuse and then said abruptly;
Il suppose your not be married
for some time at all events?"
| told him that | did not know,
everything depending on my father.
Anyhow. you'll see and hear for
yourself when you reach home, and
then perhaps you'll - :"
| answered that | should have to
do what my father desired. being
girl, and therefore -"
But surely, girl has some rights
of her own" he said. and then | was
silent and a little ashamed, having
sense OF female helplessness which |
had never felt before and could find
no words for.
'I'll write to your father he said,
and Just at that moment the bell
rang, and my father came into the
compartment, saying:
Now then, young man. II you don't
want to be taken up to the North
Pole instead of going down TO the
South one ."
That's all right. sir. Don't you
trouble about me, can take care Of
I myself said Martin,
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Improve
The Complexion

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To Be Continued To morrow.
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n r breakfast next morning my
n father told me that something
unexpected had occurred to re-
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Twenty second chspter-contlnued