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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28

His hat was tied over his ears with
tape from his mothers apron, and
he wore a long pair OF his fathers
knitted stockings which covered his
boots and came up to his thighs.
He did not at first take any more
notice of me than on the previous
| day. but steering his sledge round the
room he shouted to his dog that the
chair by the side Of my bed was a
glacier and the sheepskin rug was
floating ice.
After a while we began to talk and
then, thinking my time had come ]
tried to approach my subject Being
| such a clever little woman | went
artfGlly to work. speaking first about
my father. my mother. my cousin.
Messy Macleod, and even Aunt Bird
how rich ] was in relations, so that
he might see how poor he was him
self
/ felt myself a bit OF A hypocrite
in all this. but the doctors boy did
not know that. and | noticed that as
, | passed my people in review he only
said rs she any good" or rs he a
sumner"
AT length my great moment came
and with fluttering heart l took it.
Haven't you got a sister," | said.
"Not me-" said the doctors boy,
with dig of emphasis on the last
word which cut me to the quick.
Wouldn't you like to have one?"
Sisters isn't no good" said the
doctors boy, and he instanced
chaps" at school-Jimmy Christie
pher and others whose sisters were
! afraid of everything and
crabs and even the sea.
knew was as timid as a hare
myself but my lonely little heart was
| beginning to bleed, and as well as |
could for my throat which was chok-
ing me- l said
I'm not afraid OF the sea-not
crabs neither"
In moment the big mushroom hat
was tipped aside and the sea- blue
eyes looked aslant at me.
Isn't YOU, thought
mo"
That did II. ! could see it did And
when minute afterward ! invited
the Doctors boy into bed, he came in
stockings and all. and SAL by my right
side, while William Rufus. who had
formed an instant attachment for me,
lay on my left with his muzzle on
my lap.
Later the same day my bedroom
door being open. so that 7 might call
downstairs to the kitchen | heard
the doctors boy telling his mother
what ] was. was "stunner"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28
How to Get Fat
Use Samose, Says Druggist and Put
on Good Flesh.

The almost universal interest in
physical culture is the best evidence
that can be offered as to the need Of
a simple and scientific method OF MAX
Ing thin people fat. increasing strength
and restoring health.
Athletics. when carried TO an extreme
often result in straining the vital organs
How much better il would be for the
average person to regain health
strength and flesh by using Samose
This flesh forming food is assimilated as
soon as It enters the stomach; IL helms
the organs to assimilate the food and
extract the fesh-forming elements; II
builds up the muscles and rounds out
the limbs into shapely plumpness.
SamOse has been so successful in
making thin people fat and restoring the
weak and run down to strength and
health that Jacobs Pharmacies. the
popular druggists. sell It under their
personal guarantee to refund the money
II it does not benefit
An offer like this certainly shows re-
markable faith in the powers Of Sam
ose TO do all that is claimed for IL. No
one should suffer any longer from a
thin, rundown condition, now that
Samose's remarkable powers are known
-Advt
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28

L WAS never sent back to school,
and heard that Martin, by or
der of the butcher, was publicly
expelled This was cause of dis
tress to our mothers. who thought the
future of our lives had been perma-
nentlv darkened, but | can not say
that II ever stood between us and our
sunshine. On the contrary, 1t oc-
CURED that-Aunt Bridget having
washed her hands of me- and Mar
tlns father being unable to make up
MS mind what to do with him-we
found ourselves for some time at
large and were nothing 10th to take
advantage OF our liberty, until a day
came which brought a great disaster.
One morning I found Martin with
old Tommy the Mate in his potting-
shed, deep in the discussion of their
usual su5ject-the perils and pains of
Arctic exploration. when you have
little food in your wallet and not too
much in your stomach.
but you has lots OF things when
you gets there-hams and fitches and
oranges and things-hasnt your"
said Martin.
Never a ha'p'orth," said Tommy.
Nothing but glory You lust takes
your Alping stock and your sleeping
sack and your bit o. biscuit and away
you go over crevaxes deeper nor
Martha's gullet and mountains higher
nor Mount Blank and never think a.
nothing but doing something that
hobody's never done before. NY
goodness yes. boy, that's the way of It
"nen you're out asploring. 'Glory's
go"
AT that great word I saw Martins
Dlue eyes gllsten like the sea when
me sun Is shining on it; and then.
seeing me for the first time he turned
PACK to old Tommy and said:
spose you let's women go with
you when you're out asploring-wom-
On and girls2'
Never woman said Tommy.
Not never-not If they're stun
ners2 - said Martin
well, says Tommy, glancing
down at me, while his starboard eve
twinked 81 won't say never-not IL
they're summers"
Going Exploring.
Next day Martin attended bv VII.
nam Rufus. arrived at our house
with big corn sack on his shoulder
a tong broom handle in his hand n
lemonade bottle half filed with milk
large sea biscuit and a small Union
JACK which came from the confec-
TONER'S on the occasion Of his last
| birthday
"Glory's waiting for me-ocma
along, shipmate." he said in a mys-
FERROUS whisper, and without a word
OF inquiry, I obeyed.
lie gave me the biscuit and mt n
In the pocket OF my frock, and the
bottle Of milk, and tied IT to INV belt
and then off we went, with the dog
bounding before us.
| knew he was going to the sea. and
my heart was in my mouth, for OF all
the things | was afraid of feared the
sea most--a terror born with me. per-
maps, on the fearful night of my birth
But had to live up to the Character
l had given myself when Martin he
came my brother and the one dread
OF my life was that, finding me 8
timid as other girls, he might want
me no more.
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28

w (1bN aWoke next morning
wv the sun was shining, and,
after my hair had been
brushed smooth over my forehead, l
was sitting up in bed, eating for
breakfast the smallest of bantam
eggs with the smallest of silver
spoons when the door opened with
bang and a small figure tumbled
into my room.
1t was a boy, two years older than
myself. He wore a gray Norfolk
jacket and knickerbockers, but the
popularity of his dress was a white
felt hat of enormous size which be-
ing soiled and turned down in the
brim, and having a hole in the crown
with a crop Of his brown hair stick
ing through it, gave him the appear
ance of damaged mushroom.
Except that on enterting he tipped
up his head so that / saw his face,
which was far from beautiful and
yet had two big blue eyes-as blue
as the bluest sea-he took no no
tice Of my presence, but tossed a
somersault in the middle of the floor,
screwed his legs over the back of a
chair, Vaulted over a table and finally
stood on his hands with his legs
against the wall opposite to my bed,
and his inverted countenance close
to the carpet.
In this position, in which he was
clearly making a point of remaining
as long as possible while his face
grew very red, we held our first con-
versaton. ! had hitherto sat propped
~ YsaN I. I
said:
Little boy. what's your name?"
Mart" was the answer.
Where do you come from?"
"Spitzbergen."
| can not remember that this intel
ligence astonished me, for when the
inverted face had become scarlet, and
the legs went down and the head
came up, and my visitor tossed sew
eral somersaults over the end of my
bed, to the danger Of my breakfast
tray, and then without a word more
tumbled out Of the room, ! was still
watching in establishment.
| did not know at that time that
these were the ways which since the
beginning Of the world have always
been employed by savages and boys
when they desire to commend them
selves to the female Of their kind, SO
that when the doctors wife came
smiling upstairs ! asked her II the
little boy who had been to see me
was not quite well.
Bless you, yes, dear, but that's his
way" she said, and then she told me
all about him.
Martin Conrad.
His name was Martin Conrad. and
he was her only child. His hat, which
had awakened my interest. was an old
one Of his fathers, and 1t was the last
thing he took off when he undressed
for bed at night and the first thing
he put on in the morning. When the
hole came into its crown his mother
had tried TO hide It away, but he had
always found it. and when she threw
it into the river he had fished it out
again.
He was the strangcst boy. fun Of
the funniest fancies. He used TO say
that before he was born he lived IN
tree and was the fellow who turned
on the rain, II was with difficulty
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28

II ROM that day the doctors boy
considered that belonged to
him, but not until | was sent
to school, with my cousin and her
stepsister, did he feel called upon to
claim his property.
1t was a mixed day school In the
village and II was controlled by a
board which had the village butcher
as its chairman, The only teacher
was tall woman of 3d. who plated
her bair, which was of the color of
flax, into a ridiculous-look crown
on the top of her head. But her ex-
preston, l remember, was one of
perpetual severity, and when she
spoke through her thin lips she
clipped her words with great rapidity.
as If they had been rolls of bread
which were being chopped In char
ity school
Afterward / heard that she owed
her position to Aunt Bridget, who
had exercised her influence through
the chairman, by means of his ac-
count with the Big House Perhaps
she thought 1t her duty to display her
gratitude. Certainly she lost no time
in showing me that my character had
gone to school before me, for in order
that ! might be directly under her eve,
she placed me in the last seat in the
lowest class, although my mothers
daily teaching would have entitled me
TO go higher.
dare say | was, as Father Dan
used to say, as fun OF mischief as
goat and | know | was chatter
box, but l do not think ] deserved the
fate that followed
one day, not more than a week aft
er we had been sent to school, ! held
my slate in front Of my face while
whispered something to the girl be-
side and the girl behind me. Botd
began to litter.
"Sllence!" cried the schoolmistress
who was sitting at her desk, bur
went on whispering and the girls be-
gan to choke with laughter.
/ think the schoolmistress must
have thought ! was saying something
about herself-making game, perhaps,
OF her personal appearance-for after
a moment she said in her rapid &C
cents;
Mary o'Neill, please repeat what
you have just been saying"
| held my slate yet closer to my
face and made no answer.
Don't you hear, miss2 Speak,
You've a tongue In your head, haveh'r
your"
But sim I did not answer, and then
the schoolmistress said:
Mary O'Neill. come forward"
She had commanded me like a dog,
and like dog ! was about to obey
when caught sight Of Betsy Beauty's
| face, which, beaming with satisfac-
ton. seemed 10 be saying; Now, we
shall see"
would not stir after that and
the schoolmistress, leaving her desk,
came toward me, and, looking darkly
into my face, said
you willful little vixen, do you
think YOU can trile with me2 Come
out, miss, this very moment"
! knew where that language came
from, so ! made no movement.
Don't you hear? or do you sup
pose that because you are pampered
and spoiled by a foolish person at
home you can defy me?'
That reflection on my mother set
tied everything. J sat as rigid as .
rock
Then pale as a whitnHashed wall.
and with her thin lips tightly com
pressed the sChOolmistrcsS took hold
uf me 10 drag me out Of my seat bun
with my little nervous fingers | cluu-
to the desk I'm front of me, and as
often as she tore one OF my hands
open the Other fixed itself afreSh.
you minA' Wen see who's mis-
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~ EFORE l speak OF what hap
X pened at school, I must say
how and when first became
known to the doctors boy.
1t was during the Christmastide.
On Christmas Eve I awoke in the
dead OF night with the sense of
awakening in another world. The
church bells were ringing, and there
was singing outside of our house, I'M
der the window of my mothers room.
After listening for a little while
made my voice as soft as / could and
said:
Mamma, what Is tt?"
Hush, dearl 1t lis the Waits. Lie
still and listen" said my mother
lay as long as my patience would
permit, and then, creeping over to the
window, / saw a circle of men and
women. with lanterns, and the frosty
air smoking about their red faces.
After a while they stopped singing,
and then the chain of our front door
ratified. and heard my fathers loud
voice asking the singers into the
house.
Tnev came In, and when was
back in bed heard them talking
and then laughing in the room be-
low. with Aunt Bridget louder than
ALI the rest. and when | asked what
She was doing my mother told me
she was serving cut bunloaf and
sherry wine.
fell asleep before the incident was
over, but as soon as I awoke in the
morning l conceived the idea Of sing
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28
PLEASE PUBLISH
THIS LETTER
Writes Lady Who Can Now
Walk Four Miles a Day
Without Feeling
Tired.

Bovdton. Va.-Mrs. Fannie Boyd, OF
this town, says: 81 am sure l would
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for Cardui, the woman's tonic, and
certainly carr not praise it enough Tor
It is worth It's weight in gold. l am
to-day a walking advertisement for
Cardui.
Before taking cardui could hard
" walk across the floor was SO
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spring for womanly trouble. but felt
no better
After using eight bottles Of Cardui'
the woman's tonic, my ulcers were all
gone. can eat hearty without suf-
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work all day, and can walk four miles
q day without feeling tired.
Please publish this letter as /
would like for every woman to know
what Cardui did for me"
Many letters similar to the above
come to us, unsolicited, every day.
This one should surely convince you
Of the merit of Cardui, as It expresses
The earnest sentiment OF lady who
has tried It.
If you suffer from any Of the nu-
merous ailments so common to wom-
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business, weakness. pains in sides ard
limbs, sleeplessness. etc, begin TAX
'7g Cardui to-day. 1t will help YOU,
il has helped so many others in
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y. 3. Write to: Ladies Advisory
Dept, Chattanooga Medicine Co, Chat
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enc 81 page book, Home Treatment for
Women, sent in plain wrapper. on re-
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that he could be educated and every
morning on being awakened he said
he was sorry he ever started This
going TO school," AS consequence
he could not read or write as well as
other boys of his age, and his gram
mar was still that Of the peasant peo-
pie with whom he loved to associate.
Chlef among these was our gar
dener, old Tommy the Mate, who lived
IN mud cabin on the shore and
passed the doctors house on his wav
to work. Long ago Tommy had told
the boy a tremendous story. 1t was
about Arctic exploration and an ex
petition he had joined in search Of
Franklin. This had made an over
towering impression on Martin, who
for months afterward would stand
waiting at the gate until Tommy
was going by and then say:
Been to the North Pole to-day.
Tommy"
Whereupon Tommy's "starboard
eye" would blink and he would an
swer:
Not to-day, boy. I don't go TO the
North Pole more nor twice a day
now"
Don't you, thought" the bow
would say and this would happen
every morning
A Young Explorer.
But later on Martin conceived the
idea that the North Pole was the To-
cality Immediately surrounding his
fathers house, and every day he
would set out on voyages of eXplora-
ton over the garden, the road and
the shore, finding, by his own ac-
count, a vast world of mysterious
things and undiscovered places. BY
some means--nobody knew hoW--the
boy who could not learn his lessons
studied his fathers German atlas,
and there was not a name In 1t north
Of Spitzbergen which no had not got
by heart. He transferred them all to
Elan, so that the Sky Hill became
Greenland, and the Black Head be.
came Franz Josef Land, and the
Nuns Well became Behring Strait,
and Martha's Outlet became New 81
IBERIA, and St Mary's Rock, with the
bell anchored on II, became the pivot
of the earth itself
AA' tOhAh swim AtiAf ~ llHil anu
climb a rock like a lizard and he
kept a log book, on the back pages
Of the Doctors book of visits, which
he called his "diarrhea." And now
If you lost him you had only to look
up to the ridge of the roof, or per
haps on to the chimney stack, which
he called his crows nest, and there
you found him. spying through his IA =
theirs telescope and crying out.
Look out ahead! Ice foes from
Sc latitude, IA point north. knots TO
the larboard bow
His mother laughed until she cried
when she told me all this, but there
is no solemuity Ike that Of a chile.
and to me it was a marvellous story.
! conceived n deep admiration for
the doctors boy and saw myself with
eyes OF worship walking revercntlv
by his side ! suppose my poor lone
~ heart was suffering after comrade-
ship, for being sentimental little
ninuY ] decided 90 offer myself TO the
doctors boy as his sister
The opportunity was dreadful long
In coming II did not come until IT,
next morning when the door OF my
room flew open with yet louder
bang than before, and the boy en-
tered in q oap-hoN on wheels sup
posed 20 Ue slodgc, and drawn by
o dOS, an Irish terrier which being
red had been called William Rufus.
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hand, as something that belonged to
him, and before the schoolmistress
could recover her breath, or the schol-
ars awake from their establishment,
he marched me, as if his little stocky
figure had been sixteen feet tall in
stately silence out of the school.
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Going to give kiss to amends or are Won ooiro 70
owe me grudge for the rest of your life, my ady?"

all this was the opposite OF what
had happened to my own dear mother,
who having everything had nothing
while this good creature having moth
ing yet had all.
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Martin to Rescue.

With this parade OF the spirit of
justice. the schoolmistress stepped
back ami left me. ] knew what she
was doing she was taking her cane
out of the desk which stood by the
wall heard the desk opened with
an impatient clash. and then closed
with an angry bang. | was as sure as
il ] had had eyes in the back Of my
head that the schoolmistress was
holding the cane In both hands and
bending it to see If 1t was 1.-the and
timber.
felt utterly Inundated. Standing
there with all eyes upon me, | was
conscious Of the worst pain that en-
tors into a child's experience-the pain
OF knowing that other children are
looking upon her degradation.
thought Of Aunt Bridget and my lit
tie heart cholted with anger Then ]
| thought of my mother and my throat
/ throbbcd with shame. ] remembered
what my mother had said of her lit
! tie Mary being always a little lady,
| and | felt crushed at the thought that
] was about to be whipped before all
! the village children.
At home | had been protected If
only by my others tears. but here T
only by my mothers tears, but here !
little and helpless But just as my
lip was beginning to drop at the
thought of what my mother would
suffer If she saw me i'm this position
of infamy, and | was ABOUT to cry out
to the schoolmistress: Don't beat
me! on! please don't beat me-" a
strange thing happened, which turned
my shame into surprise and triumph.
Through the mist which had gath
cred before my eyes | saw a boy COM
ing out of the boys class at the
end of the long room. 1t was Mar
tin Conrad. and | remember that he
rolled as he walked like old Tommy
the gardener. Everybody saw him,
and the sChoolmistress said, in her
sharp voice:
Martin Conrad what right have
you to leave your place without per
mission? Go back, sir. this very mo-
ment."
Instead Of going back, Martin came
on, and as he did so he dragged his
big soft hat out of the belt of his
Norfolk Jacket and with both hands
pulled it down hard on his head.
"Go back. siri" cried the school
mistress. and ! saw her step toward
him with the cane poised and switch
ing in the air, as If about to strike.
The boy said nothing, but just shak-
ing himself like big dog he dropped
his head and butted at the schoolmis-
tress as she approached him, struck
her somewhere in the waist and sent
her staggering and gasping against
the wall
Then, without word, he took my
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28
The NarrotiUe of Mary
O'NeilI
FIRST PART.
Ny Girihood

Copyright. 1912, ny Hearsts Magazine
Copyright, 1913, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright,
1918. by j B. Lippincott Company.
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tress here. Win none Of you big girls
come and help me-"
With the utmost alacrity. one big
girl from back bench came rushing
to the schoolmistress' assistance. 1t
was Messy Macleod, and togethe",
after a fierce struggle, they tore me
from my desk like an Ivy branch
from a tree, and dragged me into the
open space in front of the classes BY
this time the schoolmistress' hands,
and | think her neck, were scratched,
and from that cause also she was
quivering with passion
stand there, miss" she said, and
move from that spot at your PERIL
My own fury was now spent, and
in the dead silence which had fallen
on the entire school. ! was beginning
to feel the shame of my lgnominlous
position
Children" cried the schoolmis-
tress, addressing the whole OF the
scholars. put down your states aud
listen"
Then, as soon as she had recov-
cred her breath, she said, standing by
my side and pointing down to me-
This child came to school with the
character of a wilful. wicked little
character Of a willful, wicked little
character. BY gross disobedience she
has brought herself to where you see
her Spare the rod, spoil the child, is
a Scriptural maxim, and the foolish
parents who ruin their children by
overindugence deserve all that comes
to them. But there is no reason why
other people should suffer, and, small
as this child is she has made the
life Of her excellent aunt intolerable
by her ENJOYABLE, unsociable and I'M
childlike disposition. Children, she
was sent to school to be corrected of
her faults, and order you to stop
your lessons while she is publicly
punished
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-28
WHAT HAS GONE BEFORE.

T4RY ONBILL begins her
W i" Edn the son America become rich
had then returned
o9hter Captain ONeM of the ONet changed his nae
DdnSet Nede to Daniel ONe of
fqth$ disappointment for boy could haze
,,o,be. o ;urauS
her earliest BRIDGET yho came tn Keen
for Daniel ONeW and brought
spddughter Her and To do;ne
Hdy ana her mother and to make them
Wh Mdrs father aoavs her aunt oe
md after one OF "e ne declared that the children
NOW READ ON