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El regidor. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1888-????, 1914-01-22

Dicen telegramas de Paris
que la prensa esta comentan-
do alegremente el desenlace
del proceso entablado contra
lie Journal" por Ia cclebre
madame Steiohell, esposa del
pintor asesinado en- el pasaje
Ronsin. Dicha sefiora recla-
maba Ia poderosa empresa
periodistica Ii frioIera de
so. 900 frances de iudemniza~
cion or hab.r sido euprimi.
dos varios parrafos de sus
memoria" publicadas en- el
tnismo. La esolucion Judi
|cial con cedih a Madame
.St~ihhell la suma de un fran
co en- paso de dahos Y perjui
clos.
El regidor. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1888-????, 1914-01-22

dable y de!eitosa. Els el pre-.
sldente de la extrafia asocia
cion ell Juez de Paz Abraham
Cohen. auxiliado por Ell secre-
tarfo del condado de aqnel
ugar, quienes prometen que
dentro de POGO tempo anun-
claran Ia organization invi-
tando al p1hlico a unirse a
ella.
El regidor. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1888-????, 1914-01-22

ctoi 'io u. hhuflQ. ES'
porciones Que ha asumido eli con
flicto obrero de las minas de Rio
Unto, ha decrctado el cstableci-.
miento de la Ley Marcial en- di,
clio punto. pues dada la excita-.
ci6n Gle los obreros, Sc temen dis,
turbios dc gravedad. Las tro,.
pas cnviadas al luqar dc los pu-.
ccsos tienen instruccioncs gcvc-.
risimas.
--~Noticias procedentes dc Ate
mas. Grccia, ascguran que Fl Par
lamcnto la hprobado dcfinitiva-
lnentc un proyccto de cmprtstito
exterior, cuyo monte ascicnAe 4
Ia eantidad dc cien ,nilloncs ORC.
El cnprestito sera redimiblc en-
cinctentn aios v SO ha fjiado su
tlpo minimo en- '87 Y ~ por sien.
to- Partc del producto del en-.
prcstito 81 aplicara cn beneficio
dc la marina de guerra. cuya or.
ganizaci6n sc csta llevando, 4 ca,
bo. y
Est6 rae.,,aeo,6.aoa ~ ),
mas ii fem ~, nara, aIeJ,'vsa ~ ;n,,;a, mas
Frane;a ! ,as nanaaaa a '.as'" aa., ="
dantea On Il centro o"a.o oo "Da ~,
pals asI co,no 81 ons,a T r.. as' -,
bido naeyamente i n;ve, -, AL CO CO
ma, oue en- sias naaadns j las, hahta bSa I W.
El regidor. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1888-????, 1914-01-22

I'm Petereon, N. Jersey, Sc
ha organizado una asociacidn
contra 81 suicidlo. Todavia
no 90 han heoho p1blicas Les
bssea d. ella, pero Sc promote
= todas aquellas personas que
ailnaentsn ideas de suicide,
que Il = ineorporan q dicha
association. los metoaos esta
biecidos por ella lie har1n
catnbiar dc ideas haci6udole
la vida, no solamente sopor~
table y llevadera, sino agra.
El regidor. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1888-????, 1914-01-22

Un telegrama de San paulo,
Brasil, asegura que ha produ
oido ALA inmerso panico Ia
quiebra de la conocida empire
sa flnanciera La Incorpora-
dora, = que tontaba con nu~
r1erosas stcursales on todo oil
BRASIL
El regidor. [volume] (San Antonio, Tex.) 1888-????, 1914-01-22

Z EL RRGIDoR" has theiarr sta
circulation OF any Of the Spanish1
.papers il Texas. Our books 8
.open for public inspection.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

funds for the fireworks with which
some OF his flatterers were to cele-
brate the forthcoming event and that
one form of illumination was a gil
gantic frame which, set upon the Sky
Hill. Immediately in front Of our
house. was intended to display In
brilliant lights tho glowing words
God Bless the Happy Heir" Ger
tainly the birth was to be announced
by the ringing Of the big bell OF the
tower as signal to the country round
about that the appointed festivities
might begin.
Day by day through September into
October, news came from Castle Raa
by secret channels, Morning by MORN
ing, DR. Conrad was sent for to see
my mother. Never had the sun looked
down on a more grewsome spectacle.
1t was a race between the angel of
death and the angel Of life, with my
fathers masterful soul between,
struggling to keep back the one and
to hasten on the other
My fathers impatlence affected
everybody about him. Especially It
communicated itself to the person
chiefly concerned. The result was
Just what might have been expected.
My mother was brought to bed pre-
maturely, a full month before her
lima
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26
According to Custom

silk cord. $3.50; embroidery floss.
S2.16; stamping, twenty-five cents
Total, ;1115. Now. II you'll tell ms
why I couldn't have given him thai
little t2.6o scarfpin-
when mother recovered from thu
shock she tremblingly inquired as to
the mhff1or Gladys was making for
julius. You could see she clung to
that mufrler as her vindication.
Ion. said Gladys. the trifiing little
muffler? have the figures some
where-hers they are Accordion
ribbed silk, 1856; stamping initials,
30 cents; embroidery silk, so cents.
Total. $3.50. l did have in mind for
Julius a lovely watch fob. but you
said mustn't give jewelry. 1t would
have cost ;2.95.
A LITTLE DAZED.
Mother didn't say a word. no
taced that sre went around for Q
couuls of hours with dazed. won
der.ng expression. as though life wac
hard and she didn't know the answer.
But there you ars-if you are a
girl you mustn't give man jewelry
that costa a m cd erats sum-you must
spend ten times as much on some
handwork that he'll toss into the cor
ner and never look at againi That's
custom. You can't say: Here. you've
treated mo to the theatre a lot OF
times, now TIL treat you, Just to show
you that / appreciate IT No, that
wouldn't be customi So you have To
get up q dinner party that will cost
about $40 instead Of your paying 81
FOR tickets and letting II go at that
Isn't II Idiotiof I wish dared fly In
the face Of oustomi"
why don't your inquired htr
friend. who Is fond OF seeing other
people get into trouble,
Tho girl VINO likes to talk sighed
ut isn't the custom to do So" ShI
murmured sadly
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26
''OH! | FEEL
so THANKFUL"
Sincere Gratitude Express
ed by Lady After Being
Delivered From a
Very Low State.

Hayne, n. CT feel it my duty"
says Mrs. z. V. Spell, of this place, ito
tell everybody how much good Cardui,
the wOman's tonic, has done for me.
Last Spring | suffered dreadfully
from womanly troubles, and was in
very low state of health, was not able
70 be up to attend to any Of my
duties.
We finally consulted our family
physician, and he advised me to try
Oardui, the woman's tonic, which
old, and soon | began to feel better.
Alter using seven or eight bottles
was able to do my homework.
am now able to do all of my work
ana take care of my children. feel
so thankful for the benefit l have re-
'elved that / shall heartily recon-
mend Cardui to all similarly affect
ed women"
Il you, lady reader, suffer from any
OF the numerous ills so common to
Your sex, try Cardui. 1t has been
helping weak, nervous, WORKOUT wo-
men for over half a century, and will
help you, too.
Cardui is perfectly harmless veg
e'ahle extract of mild acting, medici-
oal, tonic herbs. It Is the ideal
strengthening medicine for women.
Cardui regulates irregularities,
tones up the womanly organs, and
brings back the brightness of health.
Get a bottle to-day.
y N, B. - Write to: Ladies' Advisory
,.ept., Chattanooga Medicine Co, Chat
snooga, Tenn, for Special Instructions
No o4-page book, Home Treatment for
omen, sent in plain wrapper. on re-
euest.-Advt.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

y AN often struck" said the girl who
likes to talk. with the absurdity
of custom know this is a truly
original remark. because everybody
makes II some time or other. My
sisters struggles and agonies during
the recent holiday season are the i'm
mediate cause OF my having this hap
Ply thought Just now.
GLADYS is twenty and has a string
OF college boy beaux, who are nice to
her. and there are two of them whom
she wanted TO remember at Christ
mas Maybe one Of them will be my
brother-in-law some day II his per-
slstence holds out Tho way those
benighted youths have squandered
money on Gladys In the last year Is
something awful If II hasn't been
theatres and operas It has been boxes
OF candy big enough to make her a
dyspeptic for life II I hadn't sacri-
feed myself and helped her eat them,
or II has been flowers sufficient to
carry on a small but nourishing shop.
II tried TO make decker with
Gladys. told her II she would guar
sntee me 80 many punches OF flowers
a week I'd rent that small vacant
shop near us and set up in business
and give her a percentage on every
thing sold II she wanted 10 in
crease her income all she had to do
was to be extra agreeable 10 her
young mon friends. who would then
send bigger bouquets. Gladys refused
my offer with tho scors or twenty en-
compromising 5uuuo-s. Far be IT
isom Aer. sac said, to A4ys my mer-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

mis- smarting legs would allow, wiped
his eyes with his ragged sleeve and
said;
Never mind, nanny. You shall
have carriage of your own when
am a man, and then nobody shall
ever lash you"
His mother died. He was 20 years
of age at that time, a limbed,
lusty -lunged fellow, almost destitute
of education, but with a big brain
and an unconquerable will; so he
strapped his chest and emigrated to
America. What work he found at
first l never rightly knew. / can only
remember to have heard that it was
something dangerous to human life
and that the hands above him dropped
off rapidly Within two years he was
a foreman. Within five years he was
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

cenary, self-sseking spirit she Hheu
her friends for themselves.
NOT PROPER.
Then, ten minutes later. heard
her Joyousiy accept an opera invita-
ton from ono man and Immediately
call up another. who had arranged
merely to call that evening. and can
eel his engagement. saying she was
going out to Evanston that day and
would stay there all night! And she
never even blushed with shame while
she did IL
"well. Gladys troubles began when
she decided that she wanted to give
Tom and julius something for Christ
mas.
you can't give a single thing that
costs money mother told her. 1t
isn't proper and n isn't donel | can't
help 1t II you did see a perfectly
wonderful scsrfpin for two-hfty-a
girl can't give a man anything of
value unless she's next door to mar
ried to him Make Tom a sofa pillow
or embroider him a muffler-some-
thing simple like thatl'
"Glodys decided TO do pillow in
his college colors for Tom. She was
quite resigned 10 IL hIteT all Dechubo
Tom has a don at his home and =
man never can have too many pill
lows. When she had the pillow nm
ished she showed 1t to mother with a
queer little quirk around her lips.
Mother surveyed 1t oomplacenty.
That is very pretty she said. and
appropriate. It 10 simple and OF small
financial value, and
GLADYS gave a faint moan and
-. AS IT
she, that you fancy l have not spent
money on a man when ! mako him a
sofa cushion / Wish you would read
Just your thoughts! Here 10 the
itemized account Of my simple, girlish
little present: Down pillow, seventy
I'VE cents; brocade IN the hard-to- md
sAade OF blue l had " have. $3.50;
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26
To Be Continued Tomorrow.
With the Tide,

II had been raining steadily for tho
past twenty hours, and. in consequence.
the field was more like lake than a
football ground. But tho sun was shin
ing now. and big crowd had assembled
TO see the game. so the referee decided
that the match could not be postponed.
What" gasped the captain OF the
visiting team; surely you're not going
to make us play under these condi-
tlons?"
Certainly" replied tho knight Of the
whistle; then, seeing an angry retort
forming on the captains lips, he added:
Now, don't hang about. You've won
the toss Which side are are you tanngr
answer II guess wen kick OF with the
tide"
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

parish churches, and his nights in
talking loudly in the village inn. Half
in jest and half in earnest, people
called him "Neale the Lord" One
day he was brought home dead, killed
in a drunken quarrel with Captain
O'Neill, dissolute braggart, who had
struck him over the temple with a
stick. His wife, my grandmother,
hung a herring net across the only
room OF her house to hide his body
from the children who slept in the
other bed
Boys Pride.
There were six of them. and after
the death of her husband she had to
fend for all, The little croft was
hungry land, and to make a sufficient
living she used to weed for her more
prosperous neighbors. 1t was ILL
paid labor-ninepence a day fine days
and siXpence all weathers, with a
can of milk twice a week and a lump
of butter thrown In now and then.
The ways were hard and the children
were the first to feel them. Five Of
them died. They weren't willing to
stay with me-" she used to say. My
father alone was left to her. and he
was another Daniel AS he grew up
he was a great help to his mother. |
feel sure he loved her. Difficult as II
may be to believe It now, ] really and
truly think that his natural DISPOSE
ton was loyable and generous to be-
gin with
There is a story OF his boyhood
which ii would be wrong of me not to
tell. His mother and he had been up
in the mountains cutting gorse and
ling, which with turf from tho Cur
ragh used to be the crofter's only
fuel. They were dragging down a
prickly pile of It by a straw rope
when, dipping into the high road by a
bridge, they crossed the path of a
splendid carriage which swirled sud %
denly out of the drive of the Big
House behind two high-spirited bays
driven by an English coachman in
gorgeous livery. The horses reared
and SHE'D at the bundle of kindling,
whereupon a gentleman inside the
carriage leaned out and swore. and
then the brutal coachman, lashing out
at the bare headed woman with his
whip, struck the boy on his naked
legs.
At the next moment the carriage
had gone. 1t had belonged TO the
head of the O'Neills, Lord Raa Of Cas-
tie Raa, whose nearest kinsman, Cap
tain O'Neill, had killed my grand
father, so my poor grandmother said
nothing. But her little son, as soon as
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

while the hoofs OF his horses went
champing over the gravel in the d.
rection of the gate.
When my father returned to hia
room. shaking the rain from his hair
and beard, he was Tuning with indig-
nation. Perhaps a memory of 10
years ago was seetiiing in his excited
brain.
THE old ecoundrel," he said. He'd
like IT, wouldn't he? They'd all like
IT, Which Of them wants a son Of
mine amongst them?"
The roaring night outside became
yet more terrible. So loud was the
noise from the shore that IL was al
most as IL wild beast were trying
to liberate itself from the womb Of
the sea. At one moment Aunt Bride
ct came downstairs to say that tho
storm was frightening my mother,
All the servants of the house were
gathered in the hall, full of fear, and
telling each other superstitious sto-
ries.
A Child's Cry.
Suddenly there came a iufl. Rain
and wind seemed to cease in an In
slant. The clamor of the sea became
less and the tolling Of the bell on st.
Mary's Rock died away in the dis
lance. 1t was almost as II the world,
which had been whirling through
space. suddenly stood still.
In that moment of silence q deeper
moan than usual came from the room
overhead. My father dropped into a
chair, clasped his hands and closed
his eyes. Father Dan ratified his pearl
beads and moved his lips, but utter
ed no sound.
Then faint sound came from the
room overhead. My father opened
his eyes and listened. Father Dan
held his breath. The sound was re-
peated, but louder. clearer, ahriIler
than before There could be no mis-
taking 1t now. 1t was Natures eter-
nal signal that out Of the womb of
silence a living soul had been born
into the world.
IT'S over" said my father.
GLORY be to God and all the
saints" said Father Dan.
"That'll beat EN-" cried my father,
and he leapt to his feet and laughed.
Going to the door OF the room, he
flung it open. The servants in the
hall were now whispering eagerly,
and one of them, the gardener. Tom
Dug, commonly called Tommy the
Mate. stepped out and asked II he
ought to ring the bell.
Certainly" said my father. Isn't
that what you've been standing by
for?"
A few minutes later the bell of the
tower began to ring, and 1t was fol-
lowed almost mmediately by the bell
of our parish church, which rang out
merry peal
"That'll beat 'em, I say" cried my
father, and laughing in his triumph
he tramped the tagged floor with q
frmer step than ever
All at once the crying of the child
ceased and there was a confused
rumble of voices overhead. My ia
Their stopped, his face Strengthened.
and his voice, which had rung out
like a horn, wheezed back like a
whistle.
Whats going doing? Where's Con-
rad? Why doesn't Conrad come to
me?"
Don't worry. He'll be down pres
emily" said Father Dan.
A few minutes passed, in which
nothing was said and nothing heard.
and then, unable to bear the suspense
any longer, my father went to the
foot of the staircase and shouted the
doctors name.
-
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26
A Man of Daring Dreams.

I think my father was great man
at that time. ] think he is still a
great man Hard and cruel as he
NAV have been to me, ] feel bound TO
saw that for him. If he had been born
a king he would have made his ma
ton feared and perhaps respected
throughout the world. He was born a
peasant. the poorest of peasants, a
crofter. The little homestead of his
family. with its whitewashed walls
and straw matched roof, still stands
on the bleak ayre-lands of ELAN, like
a herd Of notified cattle crouching
together in a storm.
His own father had been wild
creature. full of daring dreams, and
the chief OF them had centered in
himself. Although brought up in a
mud cabin, and known as Daniel
Neale. he believed that he belonged by
lineal descent to the highest aristoc-
racv Of his land, the O'Neills OF the
Mansion House commonly called the
Big Housed and the Barons OF Castle
Raa. To prove his claim he spent his
days in searching the registers Of the
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26
FIRST CHAPTER.

nNUT of the depths, o Lord, out
of the depths" begins the
most beautiful of the serv-
ices of our church, and it is out of
the depths of my life that l must
bring the incidents of this story.
was an unwanted child-unwant
ed as a girl at all events. Father
Dan Donovan, our parish priest, told
me all about it. l was born in Octo-
Der 1t had been raining heavily all
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

A Race of Souls.

Come now, let us get the hang of
this business" he said; and when he
realized that according to the terms
of the ancient PatenD If the old lord
died before his child was born, his
high built hopes would be in the dust,
his eagerness became a consuming
fire.
For the first time in his life his ex-
citement took forms of religion and
benevolence. He promised that If
everything went well he would give a
new altar to Our Lady's Chapel in
the parish church OF St. Mary, ton
of coal to every poor person within a
radius OF FIVE miles and supper to
every inhabitant of the neighborins
village who was more than 60 years
of age. II was even rumored that he
went SO far in secret as to provide
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26

day long. The rain was beating hard
against the front of our house and
running in rivers down the window
panes. Toward 4 in the afternoon
the wind arose and then the yellow
leaves of the cnestruts in the long
drive rustled noisly, and the sea,
which is a mile away, moaned like
dog in pain.
In my fathers room. on the ground
floor, Father Dan sat by the fire, fin
gering his beads and listening to every
sound that came from my mothers
room. which was Immediately over
head. My father himself, with his
heavy step that made the house
tremble, was tramping to and fro,
from the window to the ingle, from
the ingle to the opposite wall. Some
times Aunt Bridget came down to say
that everything was going on well,
and at intervals of half an hour DR..
Conrad entered in his noiseless way
and sat in silence by the fire, took a
few puffs from a long clay pipe and
then returned to his charge upstairs.
NV fathers impotence was con-
Stunning him.
Its long" he said, searching the
doctors face.
Don't worry-above all don't
worry" said Father Dan.
There's no need" said DR.. Conrad.
"Then hustle back and get it over"
said NV father 1T will be five hun
dred dollars to you If this comes off
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26
The NarratiUe of Mary
O'NeiU
FIRST PART.
My Girlhood

Copyright. 1912, by Hearst's Magazine.
Copyright, 1913, by Hearst Magazine.
Copyright in Great Britain. Copyright
1913 by ]. 3. Lippincott Company.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1914-01-26
Martin, Conrad to the
Author

II have talked about. Do as
YOU like with them. Alter,
amend. add to or take away from
them, exactly as you think best.
They were written in the first
instance for my own eye alone,
and hence they take much for
granted which may need explana-
ton before they can be put to the
more general uses you have de-
signed for them. Make such ex-
PLANTATION in any way you con-
slider suitable. 1t is my wish that
in this matter your judgment
should be accepted as mine. The
deep feeling you could not con-
ceal when I told you the story of
nv dear ones life gives me conf
dence in your discretion.
Whatever the immediate effect
NAV be, I feel that in the end l
shall be justified-fully Justified
IN allowing the public to look for
a little while into the sacred con-
fessional of my darling's stainless
heart.
l heard her voice again to-day
She was right-love is immortal.
God bless her! My ever lovely
and beloved onei
AUTHORS NOTE.-The name
Raa (of Celtic origin with many
variations among Celtic races) is
pronounced Rah in ELAN.