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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29

out to st. Mary's 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 al 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
Bridget's birch
Unhappily there was no need for
this precaution. The Big House, when
we reached II, was in great confusion.
My mother had broken blood vessel
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
Always at It.

A certain employer of labor had re-
ceived many complaints from his
foreman as to one of the hanis, who,
although an excellent workman, and
one whom 1t was undesirable to dis
miss altogether, could never be in
duced to arrive at the proper time in
the morning.
SO the employer, determining TO
expostulate with the offender person
ally, arrived early one morning and
waited for him.
IN teach him lesson to-day" the
master growled to the manager.
In due time the dilatory one stroiled
In, and was accosted wrathfully.
DO you know what time we begin
work here in the morning."
mo, sir" was the calm reply. Il
know they're always at 1t when get
here"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
Synopsis.

HARY O'NEILL begins her story
M ~ telling how her father
1VA born in Eil0n, the SON Of peas
ants. had gone 10 america. become
rich and had then returned 10 his
birthplace, Where he married the
daughter N Captain O'NeW. Of the
O'NeiHs and had changed his name
from Daniel Aedie ~ Daniel O'NeW
She tells Of her Oion birth and Of her
father's disappointment fOr II q boB
had been born he iCOud hare been
Lord RdG. bV right III his mother.
She tells Father Dan. me priest.
and NJ her mother, an mUGhd tram
her earliest memory. and NJ her ant
Brid0et. ThO came 10 keen house tor
Daniel O'AeW and brought iCith her
her dauOhtet and her stcpdGughfcr.
Her aunt soon came 10 run The house
and to dOmineer OUer NdrV and her
mother and 10 matte them both UeI'B
unhappB QuHrels, in Uhich NarHs
father dllcdpS took me side Of her
aunt, nerc m0Bp. and utter One of
them he dcclGrcd mat the children
must all 90 10 school
one ChristmGS ere she hears The
"Wdits" ami concciucs me utica Of
singing the rails herself IN her i'm
patience she f0t0etS 10 put on either
hat on clodk and steals OW lCiH Hofh-
ing on but pain Of thin shippers and
reiUet frock mat lcdUcs her neck
and arms bare. She is taken into
the home ~ doctor Conrad and is
kept there an niOht In the morning
she mikes the acquaintance 81 The
dOctOi's son, bop named H0rfn.
mhosc greatest dciigh is 10 pidB ne
is IN crpiOrcr.
she is sent 10 schoOi. rhcre me
tcdcher is a creature ~ her dNHfS,
one dan ne teacher clutches her 'rbis-
porinO and is about 10 tChip her, iohen
she is SGrod IN Martin COHrdd.
one dan NARY and Martin 90 err
ploring" in q boat and land on a
rock. Their boat floats diCdp and late
Ia night thcV are foud, fast dsiccp
in each others arms N is decided,
against her mothers protests, to send
MGrU 10 a cOnUcm in Rome.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
The Manicure
Lady
By WILLIAM r. KIRK.

<THE fellow that Just went cut
said that he was going to
get me a job on the stage
said the Manicure Lady. Wasn't that
sweet of the dear thing?"
What do you want of job on the
stage?" asked the Head Barber.
81 don't want no part of It," said
the Manicure Lady. II am perfectly
contented to go right along here in my
own little way, working easy hours and
putting a little in the bank some weeks
and helping keep up our little home be-
sides. l used to think that maybe some
day | would be one OF them emotional
actresses and that / would be great
in the great moments some playwright
fixed up for me, but as the swift years
rolled by, George. l came to the con-
clusion that l wasn't emotional enough
to be star, and was too emotional TO
stand in the second row of the chorus,
so Zow! went all my stage respira-
tons.
1t seems to me, ANYHOW that the
stage Is getting less and less a place
for lady. l know l could have been
a good Sis Hopkins, because I played
the part at a school play we had, and
everybody said done splendid but I
would faint If had to go out before q
lot of people and take a part in some
of the plays now. Goodness knows,
George. this amt exactly no church
pew, this barber shop. and nothing like
lot Of that stage stuff I hear some
things that makes me little hot under
the collar but II is that the people
seems to want now"
81 don't suppose the gink that Just
went out could put you on the stage II
YOU wanted to 60" said the Head Bar
Der.
Now, II that guy had told wilfred
he could put him on the stage the poor
boy would have been all OF a f1utter,"
said the Manicure Lady
If his acting was as bad as his
poetry somebody would bean him with
.~n 0ss. declared the Head Bar
Der.
"Oh. some OF his poetry amt so bad
as all that" said the Manicure Lady,
rather coldly. Remember, George he
is my brother, and remember, too. thar
a barber amt got no real right to
criticise poetry. If ] want to knock
my brother a little that is my privi-
lege, but It amt yours. Poetry is hard
to understand"
Maybe it is said the surprised
Head Barber, but it amt half so hard
to understand a. you are"
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.


hiuseiN' Tenn u u '"u NOV 'eN
fo- Cardul' the woman 'on''' say =
mrs Jennie Estes oi inns 'o"''
honestly believe ! woulo nave nee" ~
my grave to-oaN lhere'ore' "S"'
TO say something GOOD TOR 'aruu'' ou'
J can't begin to say enough
u was sick abed with womanly
troubles. from February until octo-
Der. and was in very bad condition. |
was treated three or four times a
week. but II did me no good
- hat,lad between life and death.
ana my husband thought surely !
would die
zone day ! thought | would give
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
and sly and wicked
Leave Mine to Me. -

Correct your own child, Bridget
O'Neill;" cried my mother, and leave
mine to me. She's all 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-
err hemorrhage"
Bridget O'Neill," cried my mother,
rising up from her chair you are
hard hearted woman with bad dis
position. You know as well as 1 do
that it wasn't Ma who made me Ill,
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 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 it
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 1t, and II you at
tempt"
In her wild excitement my mother
had lifted one of her trembling hands
into Aunt Bridgets 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 doY"
To Be Continued To. morrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
Advice to the
Loveforn
BY BEATRICE YAIRFAx.
CERTAINLY NOT.

Dear Miss Fairfax:
am II and had been keeping
company with 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 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 kind hearted. WORRIED.
You are not kind-hearted II 70,
would marry one woman, loving an
other woman more. That neither I
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 Il
afford TO wait
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
CERTAINLY.

Dear Miss Fairfax.
is II proper for young man
o wears Of age to have a social
gathering on his birthday and to
ash a cousin whether She would
mind having II IN her house,
What amount should Il cost him?
b. r.
II would be proper, and the cou
s4nly relationship permits you to ask
your cousins assistance
The cost depends on the number
invited, the character Of the enter
tainment. etc That is a question you
must answer yourself
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29

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.
Il know" said Martin. "Dizzing
tory S(dysentery)! We allus has dIz-
zingtory 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 fifty.
This recalled the bottle, but when
twisted Il round on my belt, hoping
to make amends for the lost biscuit,
found, to my confusion, that 1t 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 II 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 l be-
gan to SILVER.
THE sack!" cried Martin. I'VE al
lus sleeps in sacks when we're out as
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
THAT DEPENDS.
Dan MIC FalrfaX

Dear Miss Fairfax:
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 H. like my
friend and do not want to lose his
company Would II be proper for
me TO keep the engagement alone?
! am seventeen years old
NELL.
J infer he is respectable, or vo'
surely would not have accepted hi
attentions for two months. And ais
that the place to which he will taxi
you is above question. Also that you
mother does not disapproYe II ] 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
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
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 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
1t, 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. nanny" I
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 MalIy" And then my little
blrdlike beak would rise proudly in
the air.
All this time I 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 1t
was better he waa to be sent to King
Georges College, which was at the
other end of Ellen. What was TO be
done with myself l 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. | 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
pillow and stop my chattering with
Hush when my fathers voice was
louder and sterner than usual. But 1t
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 was
bustling about her, fixing the rug
about her knees and telling her IL she
wanted anything she was to be sure
and call her little Mally, when timid
knock came to the door and Father
Dan entered the room can see his
fair head and short figure still, and
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 a 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?"
NO! Oh. mol" said Father Dan. 1T
is about Mary l come to speak. so
our little pet may as well remain"
To Be Sent Away.
Then at a signal from my mother
went over TO her and stood by her
side, and she embraced my waist with
a trembling arm. while the Father
ook 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
Now Go On
The NarvatiDe of Mary
O'NeiH
FIRST PART.
My Girlhood

Copyright. 1912, by Hearsts Magazine.
Copyright. 1913, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain Copyright.
1913. by j. h. Lippincott Company.
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 fe to answer
MATHiLDA.
n 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 Il seriously.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
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 small boat that was moored TO
a post on the shore. Both belonged to
Tommy the Mate, who was a widow
there were none to see us when We
launched the boat and set out on our
voyage It was then 2 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 a boat before,
that. and after Martin had fixed the
bow oar for me and taken the stroke
himself | spluttered and plunged and
made many plumbers. | had never
as soon as we sho, 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
scull
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:. III The amo


on without me. but before l could re-
ply Aunt Bridget, with her bunch or
keys at her waist. came jingling 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 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 20
foot, but at first she did not SPEAK,
and Aunt Bridget, in her peremptory
way. went on:
1--WE 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 well 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, thought you would be kinder
to my child than anybody else, but
YOU have not been; you have been
cfcel to her, and shut your heart
against her, and while I 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 ire
| trying to turn my child out Of It."
80 that's how you look at 1t, Is
it?" said Aunt Bridget, with flash of
her cold gray eyes. 81 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 / cor
rect your child when she is willful
/ i Il
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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
spirits, and while his stout little body
rolled to the rocking OF the boat ne
whistled and sang and shouted mes.
sages to me over his shoulder
MY gracious Isn't this what you
call ripping" he cried, and though my
teeth were chattering, answered
that il was.
Some girls Jimmy Christopher
sister and Messy Macleod and Betsy
Beauty would be frightened to come
asploring. wouldn't they"
Wouldn't they?" said. and l
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 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
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 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:
Rock, and Of all the places on lane
or sea 1t was the place was mos
afraid OF, being SO big and trown,
ing. an ugly black mass, standins
twenty to thlEty feet out Of the water
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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
iren OF the Infant. Jesus first, then
a 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 I 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?
l was going to say would not, be-
cause mamma could not possibly get
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-29
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 l 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?"
ITS all my fault . and I'm Just
as frightened Jas Jimmy Christopher's
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 stopped me with a
shout and a crack of laughter.
mot me! Not much! We never
leaves pal when we're out asploring.
Long as we lives we never does 1t.
Not never,"
That finished me. l blubbered like
a baby, and William Rufus. who was
sitting by my side. lifted his nose and
Joined in my bowling.
What happened next day 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 TO
make louder clamor. One loud clang
heard, and then came a crash and a
crack. and then silence.
What is it?" I cried. but at first
there was no answer.
Have you hurt yourself?"
And then. through the thunderous
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 soul
was struggling to suppress
1--WE never minds bit of hurt
VIC never NhNll
we're out asploring,"
Meantime on shore there was a
great commotion. My father was rail-
ing at Aunt Bridget who was up
braiding my mother. who was crying
for Father Dan. who was flying off
for Dr. Conrad, who was putting his
horse into his gig and securing the
parish in search OF the'two lost chill
dren.
But Tommy the Mate. who remem-
bered the conversation in the pot
ting shed and thought he heard the
tinkle of a bell at sea, hurried off to
the shore. where he found his boat
bobbing on the beach. and thereby
came To his own conclusions.
BY the light Of a laAiern he pulled
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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 whistled and
sung began TO talk about being hun
CRY.
my goodness. yes I'm that hungry
could eat could eat a 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 10 my dismay that it
was gone having fallen out. perhaps.
when ! slipped in my climbing. My
lip fell and | looked up at him with
eyes OF fear. hut he only said:
No matter! We never minds bit