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Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
CHAPTER XIII.


TT is only human nature to value a
possession not entirely because you
- want it, but because someone else
values 1t. Robert had never seemed
more desirable In my eyes than when
Myrtle Caldwell told me how much they
all liked him, how proud l should be
of him-and especially when she en-
phasized what Holland Lansing had
said
"Why she simply raved about him!
She says his dignity, his seriousness
were the more attractive because they
were so unusual He represents a type
she has never known, so the more in
teresting" Myrtle confided. Ned made
all sorts Of fun of Holland, leased her
numerically. He declared he was going
TO tell you 10 look out or you'd lose
your husband, and a lot more nonsense
You know Holland is a great pal Of
Neds"
Did l imagine il or was there just
a note of usefulness in Myrtle's voice
If so l forgot it in my resentment that
Holland Lansing should rave" over my
husband, his unusual personality. and
talk of him as a type"
From the very first l was jealous OF
Holland Lansing; and it really was nor
surprising that It should be So She
was one of the most fascinating crea-
lures | have ever seen. Tall, willowy
slnuous grace in every movement. A
Nazimova sort OF a girl. Her hair was
a dull bronze, almost a greendsh bronze
in some lights and her eyes matched
perfectly. Her skin was of dazzling
whiteness, with no trace of color save
when she was excited, than faint flush
like the blush in the heart Of a delicate
rose would come and go. She used
neither rouge nor powder. The only
means she took to enhance her wonder
full beauty was a faint blue line which
heightened her bronze eyes, and drew
attention to the curling lashes, which,
in contradiction to her eyes, were
black.
"A most unusual type" Robert had
said carelessly, that first night he met
her. and now she also thought Of him
as "tpye.
Whenever Robert was late in coming
home l now tortured myself by pictur-
ing him with Holland Lansing. She
was an orphan, and scandalously rich.
Acting on Mr.. Caldwell's advice she had
consulted Robert several times about
some investments, necessitating visits
to his office.
I tried to school myself not to care
to realize that l was foolishly torment
ing myself. l vacillated between periods
Of meekness in which / worried, and
worked to please Robert, and wild whirls
of temper-which I ncealed from him
and a total disregard of his personal
comfort.
We had given a dinner to the Cald-
wells, and of course were obliged to in
clude Holland Lansing. To me it was
one long drawn out agony, but Robert
complimented me on the dinner, and
also on my appearance, then spoiled it
all by saying:
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13

he starts down town of a morning but
never a kiss that is warm with passion.
He literally never talks to me except to
discuss prosaic family matters.
II wonder that 1t never occurs to him
whether 1 see him as romantic lover
or a bald headed man who Is beginning
to get a bay window. I wonder II he
never speculates what the good looking,
fascinating men who take me into din
ner say to me. I wonder If he thinks
me so unattractive that have no charms
for any man.
81 wonder most of all at this-that
he knows that so little will make mo
happy and that he withhhods that little.
He knows that 1 hunger for a little
love; that 1 yearn for a little aprecia-
ton; that I am as humbly grateful for
a few kind words as a hungry dog is
for a bone and yet, knowing that, he
never pays me a compliment. He takes
all the love of my heart an dthe work or
my hands as no more than his due; he 10
Indifferent whether / am happy or mis-
cradle.
"They are strange creature-husbands
and the longer you live with one, the
more you wonder at his point OF view
about matrimony."
Copyright, 1917, by The Wheeler Syn
dictate, Inc.)
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
By Carolyn
BeeCher
ONE WOMAN'S
STORY

What a picture Miss Lansing was
in those green draperies! She knows
how to bring out hr good points by wear
ing the right colors."
Perhaps II 1 had as much money to
spend as. she does I"might make as
good an appearance" I retorted.
You looked very handsome my dear,
but Holland Lansing is an unusually
beautiful woman. I imagine she would
attract in the plainest clothes. Then
too her mind is as unusual as her ap-
pearance. She has a mans grasp of ar
fairs"
Robert stumbled on. Eevery word he
said stabbed me like a knife. II wish
you took as much interest in vital ques-
tions as she does" he added.
How can 1 be interested in anything
when 1 am doing the work Of a serv-
ant " 1 burst out, stung by the COM
parison
81 did not notice any marked differ
ence when we had Matilda" he returned
realistically
Had 1 been honest with myself I
should have acknowledged the Justice OF
Roberts remark, even thought 1t hurt
me cruelty. I had been so intent on
nursing my own loneliness, so occupied
in plying myself, that I had taken no
interest III any lulI6 ClSO' 10Y ~~AN
hours which l might have spent in read
ing or study had been wasted in brood
ing Miserable myself. had made Rob
ert miserable also I now recalled that
we used to discuss books and some of
the more popular movements, but since
out marriage / had not been interested
So he found Holland Lansing's keen in
terest in outside affairs the more re-
freshing. Several times I had overheard
them talking politics Once 1 hear her
say she thought every man should be
a politician, then politics would be
cleaner" and again. yes, 1 know Mr.
Mulhany and his wife; they are wonder
full in their own way. She has been
such a help to him; and yet she is so
retiring A little brown mouse Of
woman"
felt responsible for the fact that
Robert had ever met Holland Lansing.
had insisted that he go to Myrtle
CaldwelI's dinner. 1 often wondered II
had not done so II he would ever have
been thrown into dangerou propinquity
with her? Then I decided it was fate,
and that what I did or left undone
would have made no difference.
Why is it that some women seem to
exercise a fascination over every man
they meet? Holland Lansing was one
Of this kind. ! was positive that Myr
tie was unhappy at times because of
her, still it did not lessen my own jeal-
ousy to know that Ned Caldwell was
also attracted.
How long shall Miss Lansing be with
you?" / asked Myrtle.
ooh, indefinitely" she replied You
know she is a distant relatives of Ned's;
a third or fourth cousin. She is so alb
solutely alone in the world that one
can't help being sorry for her, even
with all her money!"
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
Spanish Steamer Sunk

PARIS, April 1.-THE Spanish steam
er San Fulgencia was sunk without
warning, according to stories told by her
crew today. All were safely landed at
Nantes.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
THE EVANGELIST BILLY SUNDAY

New York City held a dedication SER
vice on Sunday, April l, and Billy Sun
day opened his mammoth meeting
house Sunday. April 8, 1917. a great
crowd, said to number 10000 persons,
were present at the dedication. Gov
ernor Whitman was present, also
John D. Rockefeller, who has always
religious efforts.
Bishop Luther B. Wilson, of the
Methodist church, set the great gath
ering to cheering-waving hats and
handkerchiefs. (Mr. Rockefeller is a
Baptist.)
There was a battalion of ushers num-
bering $50. collection of $4,000 was
taken in within exactly three minutes.
The ushers carried tin pals to hold
the money. The Tabernacle at 16Sth
street will easily hold $4,000 people.
seated. In the wide vestibule 5000
people can stand and listen.
While the war spirit is prevailing
everywhere in the United States the
revival spirit is also prevailing in the
great metropolitan city of the United
States.
Governor Whitman approves of Billy
Sunday; Mr.. Rockefeller has given his
approval as a Baptist.
Bishop Wilson, of the Methodists, is
in hearty accord.
All the liberal church organizations
will approve the efforts Of Mr.. Sun
day-in helping the sinners to find
peace with God-while war with man.
kind prevails.
In the Civil war of the sixties there
were a number of revivals in the
camps of southern sildiers. There may
have been meetings of like sort in the
northern armies. Heaven knows! they
must have tended to keep the minds
of those in quiet who acclaimed them
selves ready to perish for sake Of their
country.
I believe in Billy Sundays efforts
I believe in anything that will break
down the apathy and indifference of
those who are tired of Journalism in
the churches. Commercialism has
taken charge of a great many of our
most worthy churches. If people are
obliged to pay for their seats in church
do give them something for their
money.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
With the Fingers!
Says COrnS Lift Out
Without Any Pain


Sore corns, hard corns. soft corns or
any kind OF a corn can shortly be
lifted right out with the fingers If you
will apply directly upon the corn a few
drops of freezone, says a Cincinnati au-
thority.
1t is claimed that at small cost one
can get a quarter of an ounce of freez-
one at any drug store, which is suf-
ficient to rid ones feet of every corn
or callus without pain or soreness or
the danger of infection.
This new drug is an ether compound,
and while sticky, dries the moment il
is applied and does not inflame or even
irritate the surrounding tissue.
This announcement will interest
many women here, for it is said that
the present high-heel footwear is put
ting corns on practically every woman's
feet-(Advt)
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13

with the pots and pans, and who also
had terrific temper. After, she had
Gained down after one of her tantrume
she would invariably apologize by say
ing, Miss May. l specs dat cooks is de
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13

~ USED to have an old colored
cook" said the middle-aged
woman. who was a mighty hand
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
To Keep Building

SHINGTON. April 1.-THE fine
arts building-ouc Of the most maEni-
fcent AT the Panama Pacific exposition
I'm san FrancisCo-will not be torn
down. An amendment to the navy bill
funds for it's maintenance
was passed by the senate today.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
Baby is Dead After
Sleeping for IA Days

Especial Dispatch to The Journal
Triton. Ga. April 1.-THE two and
q half year-old-son Of Bouly Lynch,
whose home is near Omega, this county,
is dead, following a sleep that continued
without interruption for fourteen days
The little fellow was not sick at the
time he was placed in his crib for his
noon slumber. two weeks ago. He did
rot awaken at the usual time, nor was
he ever aroused. The case attracted
wide attention on account Of its extreme
rarity.
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
fg!Ss5b5@i!?!!'gz'';;tu
E% NEO D MISS ISM1YLM/fA
IL ~ LIZZIE O TEiQr1AS M1T
Baby Cb5cks---HGaUks and Hens

You did not give instructions about
feeding nux vonica 20 kill hawks. They
are very bad here and am anxious TO
get the information
Hawks must be IN droves through
Florida. Alabama and Georgia II the let
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
6Si0qH'E}eeTHE;
Inefy7oP5cJ
~ sEssiS Issl6s
CINDERELLA.

AN ordinary little thing"
Her sisters say in high disdain.
"She cannot even play or sing
or dance or flirt or entertain!
And"-as a sort Of Parthian fling
she's so particularly plain!'
All, we'll; in this they all agree,
And yet she seems not so to me.
The face that lights little home
Where peace and perfect trust abide,
Whose eyes grow bright whene'er l come
With all a wife's unconscious pride,
That summons Joy to Danish gloom
BY love transformed and glorified-
However they call il, still must be
The fairest in the world to me!
Atlanta semi-weekly journal. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1898-1920, 1917-04-13
Tells why chicks die

F. ]. Refer, the poultry expert, o4e Refer Bldg,
Kansas City, Mo-, is giving away tree valuable
book entitled white Diarrhoea and How to Cure it %
This book contains scientific facts white diarrhoea
md tells bow % sinpe home solution that eues th
hatch All poultry should certainly write Mr. RsefOE
Cor one Of these valuable FREE bOokA-
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1917-12-01

them back into their fort! Aye! we
Slew many !"
mot a iihad YETI" King asked, as If
the world might be coming to an end.
The words were startled out of him.
Under other circumstances he would
never have asked that question so di-
rectly; but he had lost reckoning of
everything but these poor devils dread
full need of doctoring, and he was like
man reused out of a dream. If a
holy war had been proclaimed already,
then he was engaged on forlorn hope.
But the man laughed at him.
NAY, not yet. Bull-with- beard
holds back yet. This was a little fight.
The jihad shall come later -
"And who is Bull-with-a-beard' ~
King wondered; but he did not ask
that question because his wits we're
awake again. 1t pays not to be in too
much of hurry to know things in the
Hills"
AS it happened, he asked no more
questions, for there came a shout at
the cave entrance whose purport he
did not catch, and within five minutes
after that, without q word of explana-
ton, the cave was left empty of all ex-
cept his own five men. They carried
away the men too sick to walk and
vanished, snatching the last man away
almost before Kings fingers had fin
ished tying the bandage on his wound.
"Why is that?" he asked Ismail.
"Why did they go? Who shouted?"
ut is night" Ismail answered. at
was time"
King stared about him. He had not
realized until then that without aid of
the lamps he could not see his own
hand held out in front of him; his eyes
had grown used to the gloom, like
those of the surgeons in the sick-bays
below the waterlne in Nelson's fleet.
But who shouted?"
"Who knows? There is only one
here who gives orders. We be many
who obey" said Ismail.
"Whose men were the last ones?
King asked him, trying a new line
'fBull-with-a-beard's."
"And whose man art thou Ismail?'
The Afridi hestated, and when he
spoke at last there was not quite the
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CHAPTER XII.

They came and changed the guard
two hours after dawn, to the accom-
paniment of orders growled through
the mist, and the crash of rifle-butts
grounding on the rock path. King went
to the cave entrance, to look the new
man over: he was a Mahsudi-no
sweeter to look at and no less treaCher-
Gus for the fact. Also, that he had
hollis all over the back of his neck. He
was not likely to be better tempered
because of that fact. either. But 1t IS
an i'll wind that blows no good to the
secret service.
There is an end to everything" he
remarked presently. addressing the
world at large, or as much as ne could
see of it through the cave mouth. "A
hill is so high. pool so deer a river
so wide. There Is an end 10 pain !" he
went on. adjusting his horn-rimmed
spectacles. 81 lanced mans boils
last night. and it hurt him, but he must
be well today"
500 inw growled the guard. "She
says it is sorceryl She says none are
to let thee touch them -
81 can heal boils !" said King, retir-
ing into the cave. Then, from a safe
distance down the passage. he added a
word or two TO sink in as the hours
went by. At intervals throughout the
day Yasmini sent him food by silent
messengers. 1t Is not easy to worry
and eat heartily at one and the same
time. Having eaten. he rolled up his
sleeves and native-made cotton trou-
scrs and proceeded to clean the cave.
After that he Overhauled his stock of
drugs and instruments. repacking them
and making ready against opportunity.
AS / told that heather with a gun
out there, there's an end to every
thing" he reflected. MAY this come
soon E"
The second guard that afternoon
proved even less communicative than
the first, up 70 the point when. 70 les
sen his ennui, King began to whistle
Eoch ZINE he came near the entrance
me new guard could catch a few bars
.f the tune. After a little while the
hooE-u lsed rnff.an began TO sing the
words TO il, la a voice like a forgotten
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leads to the Heart Of the Hillsr And
after that King had to do his best to
keep the AfrldI's back In sight.
They began after a time to hear
voices and to see the smoky glare made
by other torches. Then Isman set the
pace yet faster, and they became the
last two of a procession of turbaned
men, who tramped along a winding
tunnel into a great mountains womb.
inc sound Of slippers clicking and
rutching on the rock floor swelled and
dled and swelled again as the tunnel
led from cavern into cavern.
In one great cave they came to
every man beat out his torch and
tossed 1t on heap. Aftey that there
was a ledge above the height of a
mans head on either side of the TIM
mel, and along the ledge little oil-hurn-
ing lamps were spaced at measured
intervals. A quarter of a mile farther
along there were two sharp turns in
the tunnel, and then at last sea of
noise and veritable blaze If light.
Part of the noise made King feel
homeSick, for out Of the mountai. $
very womb brayed Il music-hox. such
as the old-tiIne carousals made use OF
before the days of electricity and
steam. 1t was being worked by mex
pert hands, for the time was some
thing jerky; but it was robbed of its
unny meanness and even lent majesty
nv rho hT1rnnpSS Of n
we'll as by the crashing. swinging music
IT played-wild-wOn derful-invented
for lawless hours and a kinglcss peo-
pie.
'Marchons !-Citoyens -"
The procession began to tramp in
time to it, and the rock shook. They
deployed to left and right into a space
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1917-12-01

so vast that the eye at first refused to
try to measure it. 1t was the hollow
core Of mountain, flied by the sea
sound of human crowd and hung with
huge stalactites that danced and shift
ed and flung back a thousand colors at
the Pickering light below. Across the
cavern's fartherend for a space of two
hundred yards the great river rushed
punGing out Of great fanged gap and
hurrying out of view down another one,
licking smooth banks on It's way with
a hungry sucking sound.
There were little lamps everywhere.
Perched on lodges amid the stalactitcs.
and they sufruscd the whole cavern in
golden glow. In the midst Of the cav
ern great arena had been left bare,
and thousands Of turbaned men squat
ted round it in rings. At the end
them the rings were hattened. ana at
that point they were cut into by the
ramp Of bridge, and by a lane left
TO connect the bridge with the arena.
The bridge end formed nearly square
platform, about fourteen feet above the
the arena, as well as all the arenas
boundary, had been marked off by
great earthenware lamps, whose greasy
smoke streaked up and was lost by the
wind among the stalactites
Greek lamps. every one Of 'em I"
King Whispered to himself, but he
wasted no tine just then on trying to
explain how Greek lamps had ever got
there. There was too much else 10
watch and wonder at.
No steps led down from the bridge
end to the floor; toward the arena it
was blind. But from the bridges far
Their end across the hurryng water
stairs had been he~n out Of the rock
wall and led up TO hole Of twice
mans height, more than fifty feet
above water level.
On either Side 81 the bridge end
passage had been left clear to the
river edge, and nobody seemed to care
70 invade IT, although It was not
marked off in any way. Each passage
was about fifty feet wide and quite
straight But the space between the
bridge end and the arena. and the
arena itself, had to be kept free from
tre~pasScrs by fifty staggering ruff
fans. armed to the teeth.
Every man Of the thousands there
had knife in evidence but the arena
guards had magazine rifles as well as
Khyter tu!,gars. Nobody else wore
firearms openly. Some Of the arena
guards bore huge round shields Of pre-
blsturic pattern Of p size and sort he
had never seen before. even in mu-
scums. But there was very little that
he was seeing that night Of kind that
he had seen before anywhere,
The guards lolled iusolcuIy, con.
scious Of brute strength and special
favor When any mai trc92assed witls
SO much as "a toe beyond rhe ring Of
lamps q guard would slap Bis rjhe-butt
un4 the swivel ratified. and the Of
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the caye-she, the woman of the faded
photograph the general had given him
in Peshawur-and that the cave be-
came filled nth the strange intoxicat-
ing scent that had first wooed his
senses in her reception room in Delhi
He dreamed that she called i'm by
name. First. king sahib :! Then
"Kurram Khan!" And her voice was
surprisingly familiar. But dreams are
strange things"
He sleeps !" said the same voice
presently. 1T is good that he sleeps p
And in his sleep he thought that a
shadowy Ismail grunted an answer.
When he awOke at last it was after
dawn, and light shone down the pas
sage into the cave.
"Ismail!" he shouted for he was
thirsty But there was no answer.
"Darya Khanl"
Again there was no answer. He
called each of the other men by name
with the same result. He decided to
60 to the cave mouth, summon bis men,
who were no doubt sleeping. But there
was no ISmail near the entrance-no
Darya Khan-nor any of the other
men. The horse was gone. So was the
mule. SO was the harness, and every
thing he had, except the drugs and in
struments and the presents the sick
had given him; he had noticed all
those lying about in confusion when he
woke.
'Tsmail" he shouted at the top of
his lungs, thinking they might all be
outside.
He heard man hawk and spit, close
to the entrance. and went out to see.
A man whom he had never seen before
leaned on a magazine rifle and eyed
him as tiger eyes his prey.
''NO fartherr' he grOwled, bringing
his rifle TO the port.
''Why nOt?' King asked him.
"Allah! When a camel dies In the
Khyber do the kites ask why? Go In -
He thought then of Yasmini's brace
let, that had always gained him at
least civility from every man who saw
it. He held up his left wrist and knew
NAeRI ihotubI why II 4Clt Observation-Disclosures
The bracelet had disappeared
He turned back into the cave to hunt
for it. and the strange scent greeted
him again. In spite of the surround
ing stencil of drugs and filthy wounds
there was no installing it. If it had
been her special scent in Delhi, as
Saunders swore it was. and her special
scent on the note Darya Khan had car
ried down the Khyber then it was hers
now and she had been in the cave.
He hunted high and low and found
no bracelet. His pistol was gone, too.
and his cartridges, but not the dagger,
wrapped in handkerchief, under his
shirt. The money, that his patients
had brought him, lay on the floor I'M
touched. 1t was an unusual robber who
had robbed him.
who's ull-with-a-beard'? he won
dered. "Nobody interfered with me I'M
til / doctored his men. He's in oppo-
stiOn. That's a fair guess. Now, who
in thunder-by the fat lord Harry
can ll-with-a-beard' be? And why
fighting in the Khyber so early as all
this? And why does Bull-with-a-beard,'
whoever he is, hang backf
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1917-12-01

synopss-At the beginning war Cant Atbestan
of the British Indian army and of its ordered
Delhi meet Yasmin, dancer, Enan IN
outlaws there who
holy On his to Delhi King quietly fos plan to
him and gets evidence that
ewa Yasmns already gone north
and house witnesses queer Isma an Afr no.
comes and some of Yasini
nen them north Rangar into going
The Hangar deserts him at
Masjd fort The
the sarpeyed cutthroats his guard enters Knian
caves thanks o his lying guides
Iron County news. [volume] (Hurley, Wis.) 1913-1950, 1917-12-01

same assurance in his voice as once
there had been.
81 am hersl Be thou hers. too! But
II is night. Sleep against the toll to-
morrow. There be many sick In Kiln
jan"
King made a little effort to clean the
cave. but me task was hopeless or
one thing he was so weary that hls
very bones were water. He appointed
+wo-hour watches. 10 relieve one an
other until dawn. and frss himself
on a clean bed. He was asleep before
his head had met the pillow; and Tor
an ne knew 10 the contrary he. drea.1-d
Of Yasmini all night 'oIS.
II seemed to him that she la4lf -noo