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out to st. Marys Rock, and there,
guided by the bowling of the dog, he
came upon the great little explorers
hardly more than three feet above
high water, lying together in the corn
sack, locked in each others arms and
fast asleep.
There were no crowds and bands of
music waiting for us when Tommy
brought US ashore, and after leaving
Martin with his broken limb in his
mothers arms at the gate of Sunny
Lodge. he took me over to the Pres
bytery in order that Father Dan might
carry me home and so stand between
me and my fathers wrath and Aunt
Bridgets birch.
Unhappily there was no need for
this precaution. The Big House, when
we reached It. was in great confusion
My mother had broken a blood vessel
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Always at It.

A certain employer of labr had re-
ceived many complaints rom his
foreman as to one of the haads, who.
although an excellent workman, and
one whom it was undesirabl, to dis
miss altogether, could never be in
duced to arrive at the propertime in
the morning.
SO the employer, determining to
eXpostulate with the offender hrson-
ally, arrived early one mornir, and
waited for him.
"I'll teach him a lesson to-day the
master growled to the manager,
In due time the dilatory one stlled
In, and was accoSted wrathfully.
do you know what time we tgin
work here in the morning."
mo, SIR" was the calm reply. II
know they're always at it when l ct
here"
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A Born Gentleman.

But the sun set over the sea behind
US. the land in front grew dim, the
moaning tide rose around the quaking
rock and even the screaming sea fowl
deserted us, and still there was no
sign Of relief My heart was CULVER
ing through my clothes by this time,
but Martin, who had whisued and
sung, began TO talk about being hun
cry.
My goodness yes. I'm that hungry
| could eat l couid eat dog
we allus eats our dogs when we're
out asploring."
This reminded me Of the biscuit. but
putting my hand to the pocket Of my
frock, found to my dismay that it
was gone, having fallen out perhaps
when l slipped in my climbing. My
ltp fell and | looked up at him with
eyes OF fear. but he only said
No matter! We never minds a bit
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Synopsis.

ANY D,NETIJ beoi1s be, stor,
M bu tcLi,,o bo,r her fotbey
1Vx harm in EIIou the sop of meas.
auts mad oone IN 4mcyico beconc
yicb ond 6od then returned IN mis-
biytbDIncc ,cborc he married tbc
dou0bter Of C0ptoin oven of me
O'NcjHs ana bGd cbanocd bia nnne
fy1m D0ujcl Nc0Jc IN D0nicI owen
she tris NJ her arm birfh and NJ her
fgtbcy's disoppoint mcnf far II ~ Lnn
b1d been bor,, he ,nouId boro beca
Loyd Raa b,, ri0bt Of bis motbcr
She tells Father Dnn the Driest
ami nj her ,nother nm jnpoIid Tran,
her cgyLjeSt memoir, oud NJ her ANN
Brid0ef ,rbo c0,nc IN Keen bouso fo,.
Daniel OVEN and broDahf ,nitb her
he, dgu0bfer ana her Stondouobto,.
Her amt SOON came 10 run me house
and In don,jnee, o,,cr uor,, and bo,.
mother and 10 make them both pc,,,,
u,1happu. OuarreIs in ,nbich uo,,'s
tuner 0ItyGus took me eide NJ he,
amt mere manu- ma 0fter one NJ
them he decloyod tbot mo cbiJdro,,
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
BATTLE BETWEEN
LIFE AND DEATH
Ridgely Lady Tells of Her
Fierce Struggle and How
She Finally Won.

RidgelN, Tenn.-'lt II had not peeh
for Cardui the woman's tonic, says
Mrs Jennie Estes, Of this town II
honestly believe / would have been in
my grave to-day Therefore, want
10 say something good for Cardui, but
] can't begin TO say enough.
81 was sick ahed with womanly
,rouhles from February until Octo-
her and was in very bad condition.
was treated three or four times a
week hut il did me no good
M,
and my husband thought surely
would die.
"One dav I thought / would give
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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 ms 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 10 me over his shoulder
MY gracious Isn't this what YOU
call ripping" he cried. and though my
teeth We're chattering, answered
that it was.
Some girls Jimmy Christopher
sister and Messy Macleod and Betsy
Beauty would be frightened to come
asplorlng, wouldn't they?"
Wouldn't they?" said and |
laughed, though 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 Murphys Mouth and Tom
mys 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 wild light In his eyes. and
said,
See the North Pole out yonder?"
Don't ~ ! answered. though was
such a practical little person and had
not an ounce ~ dream" in me
knew quite well where he wa.
l going to lie was going 20 81 Mary.
Rock. and of all the places on land
| or sea il was the place / was mos
afraid Of being So big and frown.
Ing an ugly black mass, standing
! twenty to thirty feet out Of the water
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
CERTAINLY.

Dear Miss Fairfax:
Is it proper for a young man
q years of age to have a social
gathering on his birthday and to
ask a cousin whether she would
mind having 1t in her house?
What amount should IL cost him?
b. Il.
II would be proper, and the cou-
sinly relationship permits you to ask
your cousins assistance.
The cost depends on the number
invited. the character OF the enter
4ainment, etc. That is a question yol
must answer yourself
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
Hy BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
CERTAINLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:


Dear Mtss Fairfax:
I am q and had been keeping
company with a 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 docs 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
py as ! can. She is willing to
accept me, knowing OF my love
for the former girl. Don't you
think we will be happy? am
very knd-hearted WORRIED.
You are not kind hearted II yoi
would marry one woman, loving an
other woman more. That neither :
Kindness nor justice.
For the girls sake, for your owl
sake, get the notion out OF your hea
You are young enough to be able t.
afford 10 wait
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TENTH CHAPTER.

IN URING the fortnight in which
my mother was confined to her
bed I was her constant com
panion and attendant. With the
| mighty eagerness of a child who
knew nothing of what the solemn
tine foreboded l 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 l was quite in
dispensable.
You couldn't do without your lit
tie Mally. could you, mammy?" l
would say, and my mother would
smooth my hair lovingly with her
thin white hand and answer:
NO, indeed, l couldn't do without
my little Mally." And then my little
birdlike beak would rise proudly in
the air.
All this time l saw nothing of Mar
tin and only heard through Dr. Con-
rad in his conversations with my
mother, that the boys broken arm
had been set and that as soon as it
was better he was to be sent to King
Georges College, which was at the
other end of ELAN What was to be
done with myself I never inquired,
being so satisfied that my mother
could not get on without me-
VII q, I,a+ III 10
bearing foreign postage stamps and
seals and coats arms, with pic
lures of crosses and hearts, were
coming to our house was also
aware that at intervals. while my
mother was in bed there was the
sound of voices, as if in eager and
sometimes heated conference, in the
room below and that my mother
would raise her pale face from her
pillow and stop my chattering with
"Hush!" when my fathers voice was
louder and sterner than usual. But ii
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, for
autumn was stealing on, and I was
busting about her, fixing the rug
about her knees and telling her if she
wanted anything she was to be sure
and call her little Mally, when a timic
! knock came to the door and Father
Dan entered the room can see his
fair head and short figure stilL an6
hear his soft Irish voice. as he
stepped forward and said
Now. 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 tc
the garden"
NO! Oh, mol" said Father Dan. IN
is about Mary l come to speak. So
our little pet may as well remain"
To Be Sent Away.
Then at signal from my mother
l went over to her and stood by her
side, and she embraced my waist with
a trembling arm, while the Father
took seat by her side, and. fumb-
linc the little silver cross on hts
chain, delivered his message,
4
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Ninth Chapter-Continued.

We reached the sea by little bay,
called Murphy's Mouth, which had a
mud cabin that stood back to the cliff
and a 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 out 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 We're lifted on to the big waves.
| began to feel dizzy and dropped
my oar, with the result that il
slipped through the rollocl<s 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. shipmatei | was Just
thinking we would do better with
one" and, shipping his own oar in
the stern Of the boat, he began to
sCull
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and he might say prayer--it had been
decided that | 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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Leave Mine to Me. y

Correct your own child, Bridget
O'Neill;" cried my mother, land leave
mine to me. She's all I have and it
isn't long | shall have her. You know
quite well how much she has cost me,
and that I haven't had a 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 Il
hard hearted woman with a bad dis
position. You know as well as I do
but you-you, who reproached me and
tainted me about my child until my
heart itself had to bleed. Fer seven
years you have been doing that, ana
now you are disposing of my darling
over my head without consulting me.
Has a mother no rights in her own
child-the child she has suffered for,
and loved and lived for-that other
people who care nothing for it should
take it away from her and send il
| into foreign country, where she may
never see it again? But you shall
not do that No; you shall not! AS
long as there's breath in my body
you shall not do it, 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 hel
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:
What's this she shall not d6?"
To Be Continued To- morrow.
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THAT DEPENDS.
Dear Miss Fairfax:

Dear Miss Fairfax.
About two months ago my
chum and ! We're 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 II. | like my
friend and do not want to lose his
company. Would II be proper for
me TO keep the engagement alone?
l am seventeen years old.
NELL.
l infer he is respectable. or yol
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 YOU
mother does not disapprove If | an
right, accept his invitation.
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Now Go On
The Narratiue of Mary
O'NeiU
FIRST PART.
My Girlhood

Copyright. 1919, by Hearsts Magazine.
Copyright. 1918, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright,
1918. by j. B. Lippincott Company.
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THAT DEPENDS.

Dear Miss Fairfax:
| am eighteen, and have been
writing to man the same age.
He has stopped writing to me.
II he should write again would
you advise fe to answer
MATHILDA.
II your correspondence was war
ranted by credentials In the first
place, and his reason for not writing
is credia.e, there is no reason why
You should not answer his letter. II
you never hear from him again do
not take II seriously
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THE WOMAN THOU GAVEST ME B. a av S4 me 75a5 Century

/ on without me, but before / could re-
ply Aunt Bridget. with her bunch of
keys at her waist, came iingling into
the room. and catching my mother 5
last words. said, in her harsh, high
pitched voice;
Isabel! You astonish me! To de-
fer to the will of a child! Such =
child, too! So stubborn and spoiled
and self 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 to
foot but at first she did not speak,
and Aunt Bridget, in her peremptory
way, went on:
I'VE say 1t is good for you, too,
Isabel, If she is not to hasten your
death by preying on your nerves and
causing you to break more blood yes
sells SO we are consulting your well
fare as We'll as the girls in sending
her away"
no more. I 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, l thought you would be kinder
to my child than anybody else, but
you have not been; you have been
cruel to her, and shut your heart
against her, and while l have been
helpless here, and in bed, you have
never shown 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 are
trying to turn my child out of it."
80 that's how you look at it, is
1t 2" said Aunt Bridget, with flash of
her cold gray eyes. Il thought l 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 l cor
rect your child when she is willful
and sly and wicked"
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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
hren 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!l
Yes, yes ! know" said MY mother
and then turning with her melting
eyes to me she said:
Would my Mary like to go-leay-
ing her mamma but coming home in
the holidays-would she?
l was going to say would not. be-
cause mamma could not possibly get
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and see me safely settled there. And
they (meaning my father and Aunt
BridgeD 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 a cry
of protest.
''But she is so young! Such a
child! Only years old! How can
anyone think of sending such little
one away from homer"
Father Dan tried to pacify her. 1t
was true l was very young, but then
the Reverend Mother was such good
woman. She would love me and care
for me as if / were her own child.
And then the good nuns, God bless
their holy souls
But Mary is all 1 have" cried my
mother, "and if they take her away
from me l shall be broken hearted
At such time, too! How cruel they
are! They know quite well what
the doctor says. Can't they wait a
little longer?"
| could see Father Dan was arguing
against himself, for his eyes filed as
he said:
IT'S hard, I 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 a certain person here
who isn't kind to our little innocent
and is making her cause of trouble
Not that / think 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
a time at all events"
My mother began to waver, and she
said:
Let her be sent to a convent in
the island, then"
81 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. oil
twice a week. or even once a week
| | am not unreasonable"
1T would be beautiful" saiC
| Father Dan, reaching over to touch
| my arm. ITO have our little Mar,
| In my dull old house would be Xix,
| having the sun there always. Blu
there are reasons why young cir
should not be brought up in the HON,
of priest. so it is better that gu,
little precious should go to Rome"
| The last Straw
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of hungry when we're out asploring.
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.
81 know" said Martin "Dizzing-
tory (dysentery)! We allus has diz-
zingtory when we're out asploring.'
There was one infallble sure for
that, though-milkl
II allus drinks drink of milk, and
away goes the dizzingtory in a jiffy."
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 u 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 1 be-
gan to shiver
THE sack" cried Martin. I'VE all
lus sleeps in sacks when we're out as
u1orinp"
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The Sleeping Sack.

now, but when he had packed me VI
in the sack, and put me to lie at the
foot of the triangle, telling me | was
as right as ninepence. | began to
think of something | 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 a crack of laughter.
Not me! Not much! We never
leaves pal when were out asploring
Long as we lives we never does it
Not never!"
That finished me. | hlubbered 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. had
leapt up to the bell and was swinging
his little body from the tongue &c
make a louder clamor. one loud clane
| heard, and then came a crash and a
crack, and then silence.
what is it?" | cried but at first
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 boy
Che had broken his right ARM. min
gled with the sobs which his uncon
quered and unconquerable little sou
was struggling to suppress
we never minds a bit of hur
we never minds nothing whei
were out asploring!"
Meantime on shore there was
great connection. My father was rail
ing at Aunt Bridget. who was up
braiding my mother, who was cryinl
for Father Dan. who was flying OF
for pr 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
bered the conversation in the pot
ting shed and thought he heard IN,
tinkle of a bell at sea. hurried off t,
the shore, where he found his boa
hobbing on the beach. and thereby
came to his own conclusions.
BY the light Of a lantern he pulled
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To Be Sent Away.

Then at signal from my mother
l Went over to her and stood by her
side, and she embraced my waist with
a trembling arm. while the Father
took seat by her side, and. fumb-
ling the little silver cross on hts
chain, delivered his message.
After long and anxious thought
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N R.-Write to- ladies' Advisor,
Dept. ChattanooEa Medicine Co Chat
Ianooga Tenn. for Special lrstr.l.tio1s
Rnd 64-page book, Home Treatment tor
Women. sent IN plain wrapper, on re.
Luest.--AdYt.
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To Be Continued To- morrow.
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N URING the fortnight in which
my mother was confined to her
hnl L ,,.nr hon nonnAn..A ,O.,.