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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE What Is a Sign of Love? By BEATRICE FAIRFAX IT THAT do yon think Is a sign that Vi/ love has come" You have an opinion, and, without a shadow t,; noavt. it Is bris,,l on experience Looking back to that experience, would you say the writer of this letter Is in tove? “I am a youth, and considered good looking by the fair sex. I think I am "in love with a girl, but she seems to be indifferent to me. 1 'think of her day and night, is that a sign that I love her?" I say it is. To dream of a girl a '* night, and think of her all day Is con clusive proof of low. Os no one in the world does a man think so con stantly except of the girl he loves. There are also other signs, many of them more convincing. He secs n<' fault in the girl He Is never with het so long at a time that he has had u surfeit of her society. The hours fly when with her, and drag when away. The only happiness • he knows when they arc apart is count ing the tiim when he will be with her again. He has no hopes that are not cen tered around her. He can imagine no joy that is independent of her exist* : enee. and, if trouble come- to him, his first thought is of the effect it may have on her. He wants to shield her. He longs for the right to protect her from every adverse wind that blows. He regards • money as only a means for making lib pleasant fm lot, Im count‘d all his friends of no value unless they are also friendly to her. He Has All the Symptoms. The signs of have are legion, but tHi young man has the one that is unmis takable. In th.' constant thinking ot her will originate every dream for her. every hop.- for her, . very ambition. He continues: "She is very popular among the boys', and she treats them all as she treats me A friend of mine saw her once, and now he Is apparently smitten with her Would you consider that a cause of breaking off my friend ship with him. or would you step aside and let him have her ' Ah. here is a sign that doesn't point to genuine love. No r< d lover entm tains the thought of "letting" some other man have the girl he loves. ’ If the most peacable man in the world, every drop of blood in his veins becomes lighting blood at such a pros pect. "Let" him have her! Not If con stant devotion, II patience, if a tight for every inch of ground with every weapon love calls its own can win her! The man who steps meekly aside in such a contest is one of love's molly coddles. Hr has water in his veins, and lukewarm water at that. He will never win anything he wants in life, for the reason that there is ' always some other man who wants tire • same thing. He will find there are others who want what he wants in every walk In life if he will meekly give up a light for the girl he loves, he will more meekly surrender tile round of the lad der he has reached because some other man wants it. He will get nowhere Indeed. I doubt if he will ever start, for even at the. starting point there are always otheis who want to have their turn with thelt toes m the line. A Spineless Love. He love- this girl. <>f this there is no doubt. Hut it Is a weak, spineless sort of affection, the kind that clings without giving support the kind that drags and pulls down. If he goes to her and says, as he has said to me in i ff, i t "I love you. I think of you by day and by night An. othet man low s;. mi Shall 1 step aside and let him have you." If he says that, and she has the sense she needs for her own protec tion. she will tell him it is not In his power to "let” any man have her. That is within no one's power but her own But if lie feels that way about it. she will add. with scorn, he need neve: attempt to -ee her again. Then she w ill regard him as a closed Incident, a book that has be, n read and that bft a disagreeable impres sion Indisputable! Eady—A:< you sun* this is Ceylon tea ? Assistant Yes. madam. 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I will explain a simple home treatment which speedily and effectually cures a Green Hicknraeand Painful or Irregular Menstruation in young I.adb*. Plumpness v \ alth always results from ite use. Wherever you live. I can refer you tn ladies * your own to**art >y who know and will glad’v tell any sufferer that thl* Romo Treatment real) > cures nil w unen’sdi^.•* and make* w< men well, strong, plump and robust Just seno a* year address and tlv- frreti ■ >tr< atiuent is yours, atoo th* book. Writ** to-day, a* you ma» -th >■» *■ ’ ■ again. -.res* mrs. m. summers, Box h - * Notre Dame, Ind., U.S.A. ( "Too Much of a Good Thing" * Copyright 1912, Rational News Association By Nell Brinkley & /■/ • i ——■ =1 i !;<•: i ,</ ■' I Jff io/ *» / f f i 1 ' TmWZZjv LVWrW . io c* 1 —I TOO MANY BANANAS. ,i lillle girl, anti I bet you know many a little girl like this, who, wher -1 i tci yoii see her on a landscape, is pin m surrounded by Billys, in various stages ol love and jealousy, spooning and scrapping, glaring at one another, and the girl, and once in a while there's one of them picks up his coat and his doll rags, and goes over the hills and far away and out of the game. And once or twice the "THE GATES OF SILENCE” « * B ’EN3.T INS Already Condemned. Already tried and condemned, this man <*f whom Eate had made so terrible a ratspaw' Before Rlmlngton’s e.ves there rose a contrasting picture a picture seen from the threshold of a room framed by a doorway, the picture of a white - faced girl holding a knife, and at her feet the huddltxl body of a man. while behind her on the table heaped jewels winked with n.ultl-coiored fire in the lamplight. This man he had seen led out of court, this man already condemned by jmblic opinion, was innocent; he (.lack Riming* t.on) knew that beyond any shadow .of. doubt The man was innocent, ami only he knew, and only he could proclaim his in nocence. 'The beads <»f cold sweat stood out on Rliningten's brow, for all (he sultry heat of the August day. Mr. Levasseur’s Ambassador. There was a room In the Croft, a long, low room, with a French window that gave on to a delicious bit of garden a trifle neglected, perhaps, for Sir George's tastes ran to the formal, and this nook of overhanging trees with grass plats lacing the irregular flower beds was far from that, but only sufficiently neglected to enhance its charm that had been the school room in the days when the Miss Lumsdens shared a governess Before her marriage It had been Edith's special sanctum, and because of this, on her visits home, it was still assigned to her especial use. Here she had passed many, many hap py hours in the days of her girlhood, and the old walls seemed to hold a thousand memories for her. Why can the happi ness of girlhood not stay with us for Curing the last few days she had been grateful for this place of sanctuary, ami for the unspoken agreement between her husband ami herself that respected a de sire for solitude when evinced by a with drawal to such a special "den." She simpl.x refused to allow herself to think of Anthony's boredom; it was better that he should be bored than disillusioned by nnj display of temper, and she had not found herself capable of the self-control necessary for spending long hours in his company during this time of mental stress Her nerves were out of order. She pleaded headache, and Betty's Ill ness was enough excuse for her ’ deadly tit of the blues." But it was a state of affairs that could not last long, she realized that Barring ton was not the man to endure the dis comforts of a protracted residence at an inn so primitive as the Weybourne Arms, where he had insisted on remaining. 1 am a woman. I kn<»w woman's Bufferings, 1 have found the cure. I will mail, free of any charge, my homo frost moot with full inatructions to any sufferer from woman's ailment*. 1 want to tell ail women about this cure—ytt, my reader, for yourself, your daughter, your mother, or your Bister. I wantto tell you how to cure yoUTxelves at home with out the help of a doctor. Men cannut understand women's sufferings Whatwi women know from experience, we know better than any doctor I know that my ‘home treatment U sab- and sure cure for Leucoriaoea or Whitish discharges. Ulceration. Dis placement or Fsllmi of tho Womb, Profuse. Scanty or Painful Periods, Uterine or Oianan Tumors. or Growths; also paint ia head. back and bowels. bearing down failings, nervousness, creeping feeling up tho spme. melancholy desire to cry. hot flashes. wearmoss. kidney and bladder troubles where caused by weaknesses peculiar to our sex I want to send you a complete ten day's treatment ontirtly free t o prove to you that you can cure youraelf at home, easily, quickly and surely. Remember, that.it will cost you nothing to give the treatment a complete t rial . and if you A Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars though Sir George had urged him to come to the Croft. Only that morning he had been pleading with her to cut her visit short and return with him, for what was left of the summer, to their villa at Au teull, ami to bring Betty with her, that the girl might be placed under the ear* o| one of the great mental specialists. Tragedy In the Air. "Y’ou know Hard Inge is one-of the dear est old chaps going, but a bit of a fossil, ami, in my opinion, there's not a man in London -oa.il touch the Frenchmen where diseases of the brain and nerves are con cerned. You must leave this place. The atmosphere of the house is deadly, Edith,” he said. “There’s tragedy In the air of it. You may talk of shock if you will, but it's my belief that Betty’s illness is not the result of any great sudden shock, but merely the culmination of (he daily blud geoning of sensitive nerves that existence with your father means'. You’ll He break ing d<»wn next. Be sensible, my dear girl, make arrangements for getting away, for if yob won’t I'll take you by force.” No; very clearly it was not possibleVor her tp hope for any long continuance of Anthony’s patience. She stood up, shedding the newspapers that had lain upon her lap about her, those newspapers, in which she had been reading a description of the result of the inquest on Mi- Fitzstephen. ami went over to the window Although consciously she saw nothing of what her eyes rested on, insensibly the cool grays and greens of the garden spaces soothed her nerves The day itself was a day of balm after the long weeks of brazen glory a day of gray stillness with a soft, low sky massed by fleecy clouds. Betty’s Plight. Anthony was In London; Sir Georfce was shut up In his own apartments. |'p statrs in the blue and white bed room, under the picture of the Pitiful Shepherd, Betty was sleeping She sei pt a great deal, as though in things physical as well as mental she were reverting to the con dition ot a child. Edith Barrington’s eyes tilled with a stinging rush of tears; the thought of Hetty was unendurable it was like living with the corpse of some one you had loved and murdered. That was what she felt that It was by her action this misfortune that seemed so much worse than death hhd come upon the girl who was sot dear to her. For days past Mrs Barrington’s brain had seemed numb, a dark, fear-bound place, across which fugitive thoughts flashed with a grim suggestion. Thoughts of the Slip of paper that bad dropped from Betty's unconscious clasp; of those strange faltered words, “There's blbod on my hands'" of that hush money that had come to her so mysteriously on the morning following Betty's return. Sug gestions coupling her sister with the sin ister happenings in that house where Ed mond Ixtvasseur had been caught, a mur derer. "red-handed," but now this after man the power for collected thought re turned in some part to her. Standing there by the window she tried to focus facts to make plans It was almost to do that The element of uncertainty was too great }'>!<>< king the wax was always that aw ful possibility that Lavasseur, even now. when he had nothing to gain bx speech, might, for all tliat, impelled by a Samson like desire to involve others in his ruhL make all the tragic story public And money, not even th.it money that lay locked axvay in her jewel case, even if she dare use it, coukl silence him if he x\ is! i d to speak Was he guilty’ She strove to sift the evidence she had read so carefully in the many papers that lay scattered about ’.er, and always the dominent impression in her mind was one in Lavasseur’s favor. He was not thi* man to do murder from motives of theft Ami if lie were not guilty’ With a little cry she put up her hands ’•» her face the thought was toe horri ble The man had treated her shamoful- . yet she had loved him once -or thought she did. It he were not guilty, if behind that veil that had fallen on Betty’s senses the girl Had some grim knowledge that might save a man from the gallows’ She pressed her hands tightly against her eyes, as though to shut out these thoughts that ha<l the Vividness of things seen. A kiibck at the door that she did not hear, and a servant canre in with a salver in her hand on which fay a visiting card. The entrance of the girl - Housed Mrs. Barrington; she turned sharply, and be fore the maid could speak had made a gesture of refusal’to so much as look at the card. A Strange Caller. "I can see no one, Vane. Y’ou ought to have known that. I told you I.did not wish t<» be disturbed.” It was so unusual for her to speak in such a manner that the girl’s surprise showed in her face. "I am sorry, madame: but the gentle man was very urgent. He said he wished to see you on a matter of great impor tant business, and that you would not refuse if you saw his card.” Edith’s heart stood still with a curious premonition of evil. She took the card with shaking fingers. The name con veyed nothing to her James Bradford and in the corner. Messrs. Bradford & Speirs, Solicitors. Lincolns Inn Fields. James Bradford! Instantly her mind coupled the name with ’the clerkly-writ - ing that had been on the envelope which inclosed the hush money of two thou sand pounds. She twisted the card nerv ously in her fingers; as*she did so a single word, penciled faintly on the back, caught her attention “Queenie." "Queenie!” That was the name that, in those far-off. unhappy days, the man now lying in prison had been fond of calling her with teasing attention. Queenie! What did it mean? Her hand closed on the fragment of cardboard con vulsively, “I will see the gentleman here,” she said, and there xvas some thing in her voice and lock that quickened the surprise in the parlor maid’s heart. There was no trace of agitation Mrs. Barrington’s bearing when presently James Bradford was shown into th£ sit ting room. She looked at him with un compromising directness, and invited him to state h’s business, which he was in. no way reluctant to do. "I have called on behalf of our client, Edmond Levasseur," he said, with brisk directness "Edmond Levasseur!" The interrogative- surprise in Mrs. Bar rington's voice xvas admirable Mr James Bradford, looking at he£ with a certain admiration in his eyes, xvhich xvere small and keen and rimmed faintly with red. like a ferret's.’ conceded so much in his mind He hardly knexx - what manner of woman he had expected to see when he set forth on this errand; certainly not one in the least like this who confronted him now, tall and white and slim, with a sug gestion of scorn in her bearing, of xvhich BWi 1 1 AW,* 1 I '\ 1 11 I H Ui ■ TOO MANY BEAUX. chap that went over the hills and far away was the one of all others that the girl I know wanted to have stay. But she was trying to handle too big a thing —trying to make sugar pie. And you know what a mess you'd get there. Try ing to eat all the bananas there are she loves ’em! And I know what woe there is in that. Eor'l did it once. he quire rightly judged her to be uncon scious. “Ah. the name is doubtless very famil iar to you, madam,” he said, in his smooth voice. “It is regrettably before the pub lic at present. As you are no doubt aware, our client has been arrested on a vqFt “fcrave charge. He has instructed uk /(Abrtef counsel on his behalf.” C "VeH?” Edith queried, faintly. She had not asked the ipan to sit down —not out of any rudeness, but out of sheer forgetfulness. She herself, however, sank into a chair, and felt a swift relief thrill her; her limbs had been trembling horribly, like those of a woman about to /fat!. What did these smooth words her ald? What infamy did the man in prison meditate? "I have certainly read of Mr. Levasseur’s ease in the paper,” she said. "I fail, however, to see—” The Inquisitor. “How it concerns you?” Mr. Bradford’s tone was exceedingly pleasdnt, a little too conversational, per haps, for the part for which he was dressed so well. He even permitted him self to*’ smile faintly, an<l it was a smile that jarred with his professional appear ance, his scrupulous collar and black tie, his decent suit of black, and the well brushed but far from new silk hat that reposed on the table by his side., Mrs. Barrington, looking at him xvith fascinated eyes, felt, inspired by an al most nauseating sensation of fear and disgust. This man—how much did I:*- know? Was it the extent of his knowl edge that caused him to smile so hate fully? She had a horrible vision of Levas seur, dead yet still speaking, having handed on. the flaming torch of blackmail to Mr. James Bradford, of Lincoln’s inn. “Ar a matter of fact, speaking in con fidence—and you know that a solicitor is sort of a legal father confessor —we know that Mr. Levasseur’s case afreets you very Intimately.” the man continued. “Mr. Levasseur has Instructed us to ap ply to you for the funds necessary—the somewhat ample funds necessary—for the proper conduct of his defense.” "To me.”’ Mrs. Barrington gasped. For the moment she xvas startled out of all semblance of composure by this de mand that seemed so preposterous, so impossible to fulfill. The funds necessary for the defense in a tyig criminal trial! He might as well have asked hep for the sun out of heaven. For a moment she utterly forgot those n<’tes lying in her heked jewel case upstairs. She only thought of herself, of xvhat in truth she was. seeing that terror prevented her from so much as using one of those notes, tlie pampered, penniless wife of a wealthy but'jealous man. "T<> you, madam,” returned Mr. Brad ford, xxith a bow. The Trap. "But this is preposterous.” she said, in an agitated voice. "He must be mad.” Iter \ oice trailed off indistinctly: her slim fingers twisted and untwisted the delicate fabric of her handkerchief unmer- clfully. Mr. Bradford said nothing for a mo ment, but he fixed his small, bright eyes upon her, and the effect of his glance was singularly disconcerting. To Be Continued Tomorrow (■jiAv Is a *’« p rzoy • drudge\ ¥ x/Ur. \ Vi P'S*** 1 Jipka ictsf TO® assjra s, Anty Drudge and the Youngwifes. Mr. Young wife—“ Does Skoodums want to dink out of Dada’s coffee tup?” Mrs. Youngwife—“Oh, Lovey, he’s spilled that coffee on himself. That’s the twenty-eighth little frock he’s just ruined. Those stains don’t come out.” Antij Drudge— “ Oh. yes, they will, Mrs. Youngwife. Just you use Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water, and you 11 have no trouble in keeping little Napoleon's frocks clean and white.” A friend that will save you three fourths the work and all the drudgery of washing is a friend indeed. Fels-Naptha is that friend. - Bring it into your laundry and kit chen, give it a chance to do the work you’ve been pounding out by main strength, and Fels-Naptha will be your close friend —not for a month or a vear. but for life. Fels-Naptha saves you not only work and time, both summer and winter, out makes your clothes sweeter and cleaner, preserves them, makes them wear longer.’ It saves you the coal or gas necessary to heat water and boil the clothes, as Fels-Naptha does its cleansing in cool or lukewarm water. All thats necessary on your part is to follow the easy directions printed on the red and green wrapper. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. DID YOU ASK A QUESTION? Dear Miss Fairfax: • I ant a young man 21 years of age, and while at a dance I fell in love with a girl of nineteen, and every time we go to a dance she seems to take a fancy* to every fellow she meets. 1 told her I loved her, and she gave me no answer. . P.*F. When you told her vou loved her, was that all? Didn't you ask her to be your wife? The statement that you love her doesn’t demand an answer. 1 have a notion she shows interest in other men just to tease you. YOU OWE HIM AN APOLOGY. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a girl of 17 and deeply in love with a boy who is two years my senior Now. J heard that he has broken friend ship with me because I gave away samething he gave to me. H. S. S. The men. my dear, demand apprecia tion. and are hurt and resentful when they fail to get it. Os course he got cross when he learned you gave his gifts away. Malte him an apology, but don’t cringe before his wrath or make your apology too humble. You were thoughtless, but you have committed no crime. HE EVIDENTLY CARES A LITTLE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young lady 20 years of age, and in love with a young man two years my senior. This gentleman calls on me twice a week, and has been coming to the house for the past six months. Sometimes he acts as though he did not care for me, and other times as if he does. B. R. Unless lie cared some for you he would not have called twice a week for six months. Don't make the mistake of demanding that a sweetheart be al ways on his knees. He has other in terests in life, remember, and I am sure love will thrive stronger and last long er if not on constant parade. Be sen sible, my dear, and keep your love for him in control. ONLY ONE WAY. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am deeply in love with a girl ot about the same age as myself. I have not spoken to her about my love, al though 1 believe she knows I love her. 1 do not think she cares much for me, because when I ask her to go to differ ent places with me, she does not seem to care much about going. Could you please tell me how I could find out if she loves me? F. R. J. There is only one way: Ask her! • And remember, the love that is dis closed without asking, and won with out wooing, isn't worth much.