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THE GEOB GUAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE —■— —“ ■ “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green j| A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern limes - (Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. This good-by—do you remember it? Tfie exact language, I mean?” ..j ( | O ; it made a great impression on . I shall hope for our further ac quaintance,' she said. 'We have one very strong interest in common.’ And if ever ’ human face spoke eloquently, it was hers at that moment. The interest, as I understood it, was our mutual sympathy for our toiling, half-starved, down-trod den brothers and sisters in the lower streets of this city; but the eloquence— that 1 probably mistook. I thought it sprang from personal interest, apd it gave me courage to pursue the intention which had taken the place of every other feel lug and ambition by which I had hither to been moved. Here was a woman in a thousand; one who could make a man of me indeed. If she could ignore the social gulf between us, I felt free to take the i ea( .. Cowardice had never been a fault of mine But I was no fool even then. I realized that I must first let her see the manner of man I was and what life meant to me and must mean to her if the union I contemplated should become an actual fact. 1 wrote letters to her, but I did not give her my address or even request a reply. 1 was not ready for any word from her. 1 am not like other men and I could waft. And I did, for weeks, then I suddenly appeared at her hotel.” The change of voice—the bitterness which he infused into this final sentence made every one look up. Hitherto he had spoken calmly, almost monotonously, as If no present heart-be'at responded to this tale of vanished love: but with the words, "Then I suddenly appeared at her hotel,” be showed himself human again, and be trayed a passion which though curbed was of the fiery quality, befitting his ex traordinary attributes of mind and per son. •This was when?” put in Dr. Heath, anxious to bridge the pause which must have been very painful to the listening father "The week after Thanksgiving. I did not see her the first day, and only cas ually the second. But she knew I was in the building, and when 1 came upon her one evening seated at the very desk in the mezzanine which we all have such bitter cause to remember. I could not forbear expressing myself in away she could not misunderstand. The result was of a kind to drive a man like myself to an extremity of self-condemnation and rage. She rose up as if insulted, and sung me one sentence and one sentence only before she hailed the elevator awl left my presence. A cur could not have been dismissed with less ceremony.” "That is not like my daughter. What was the sentence you allude to? Det me hear the very words.” Mr. Challoner had come forward and now stood awaiting his reply, a dignified but pathetic figure, which all must view with respect. I hate the memory of them, hut since you demand it. I will repeat them just as I they fell from her lips.” was Mr. Broth- frlk ‘e i > rjwG < wF \ -‘ i / ■-■ i.W? 1 k.('^ffi^/ ANT Y vw7 H—- DRUiXiF Wv) hj! LM b/l I f ■'■ _B / 7 \\\< iUJwittH u Anty Drudge’s Cure for the RSues. 4 Aniy Drudge— “ Won’t you come home to tea with me, children?” John— “Come on, Sally, you have had the blues all day. A little fresh air will do you good.” Mrs. Hardway—“No. I have to get up early to-morrow and get at the washing, so I want to get to bed early to-night.” Anty Drudge— “Os all silly creatures! I suppose you have been thinking about your washing all day. No wonder you are blue. Now just go and put your things on right away. When you get down to my house I will give you a few cakes of Fels-Naptha and your blues and blue Mondays will vanish forever, and John’s only day home will be more pleasant in the future.” Isn’t a short, smooth road better than a roundabout, rocky one? Isn’t that the road you would take by preference? Well, the shorter, easier, smoother road in washing clothes is the Fels-Naptha way. No rocks in your path; no boiling, hot fires, steaming suds, or hard rubbing. Fels-Naptha banishes the disagreeable part of washing, takes out the backache, cuts the time to half, and makes the clothes cleaner and whiter than it is possible by the old-fashioned way. Follow the simple directions on the red and green wrapper. erson's hitter retort "She said. ‘You of all jnen should recognize the unseemli ness of these proposals. Had your let ters given me any hint of the feelings you have just expressed, you would never have had this opportunity of approach ing me. That was all: but her indigna tion was scathing. Ladies who have supped exclusively off silver, show a fine scorn for the common ware of the cot tager." Mr. Challoner bowed. 'There is some mistake, said he. "My daughter might be. averse to your addresses, but she would never show indignation to any aspirant for her hand, simply on account of extraneous conditions. She had wide sympathies—wider than I often approved. Something in your conduct or the confi dence you showed shocked her nicer sense. not your lack of the luxuries she often misprized. This much 1 feel obliged to say. out of justice to her charade r. which was uniformly considerate.” )ou have seen her with men of her own world and yours,” was the harsh re sponse “She had another side to her nature for the man of a different sphere. And it killed my love—that you can see- and led to my sending her the injudicious letter with which you have confronted me. The hurt bull utters one bellow be fore he dies. I bellowed, and bellowed loudly, but I did not die. I’m my own man still and mean to remain so.” 1 he assertive boldness—some would call it bravado —with which he thus finished the story of his relations with the dead heiress, seemed to be more than Mr. Challoner could stand. With a look of extreme pain and perplexity he vanished, from the doorway, and it fell to Dr. Heath to Inquire: "Is this letter—a letter of threat, you will remember—the only' communication which passed between you and Miss Chal loner after this unfortunate passage of arms at the Clermont?” "Yes. I had no wish to address her again. 1 had exhausted in this one out burst whatever humiliation I felt.” “And she? Did she give no sign, make you no answer?” "None whatever.” Then, as if he found it Impossible to hide this hurt to his pride. "She did not even seem to con sider me worthy the honor of an added rebuke. Such arrogance is. no doubt, commendable in a Challoner." This time his bitterness did not pass unrebuked by the coroner: "Remember the gray hairs of the only Challoner who can hear you, and’respect his grief." Mr. Brotherson bowed * "1 have finished." said he. "1 shall have nothing more to say on the sub ject.” And he drew himself up in ex pectation of the dismissal he evidently thought pending. But the corona was not done with him by any means. He had a theory in regard to this lamentable suicide which he hoped to establish by this man's testimony, and, in pursuit of this plan, he not only mo tioned to Brotherson to reseat himself, but began at once to open a fresh line of examination by saying: To Be Continued in Next Issue, ■' " ■ The Ten Ages of Beauty T £4 Illustration from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September. i wkii/ i ‘ I i "wAo* W f v Hl r HWY' s IMF B*- -' 1 „ J r v if- ■si - ; I:” 1 ' \ . . r .. . A Y " \ /ap» -! ■’T v Y a z - I - ' "'" v - :, t "V iMHIIr I '■"S' ' 4 ' 'iwl’’' ' : A. Yr W'L'tW r> f zwWßHwwn ’ 1 V'.'y 'vi h i : : y /F ! . ■ '■ ''■ Y ,l> r / -<-/ ? this picture by Nell Brinklev is reproduced bt permission and accompanies an article by Octave I’zanne, entitled “The Story of Furs and Muffs.’ , ? Bv MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. t -r tHEN she was a very little girl, \/\/ and her mother gave dinner parties, just before dinner was announced it was found that all the men guests, led by her father, had dis appeared from the drawing room. They Do You Know— The greatest depth of the sea yet dis covered is 32,089 feel. The guinea pig family is fully grow n wh< n only six weeks old. Egypt has 1,412 miles of state rail ways. In London only persons over the age of sixteen may pawn goods. Thirty-three years is the average length of a generation. Last year Switzerland exported over 11,000.000 watches of the aggregate value of more than $25,000,000. About 8,000 new species of insects are named annually.' Gold can be beaten so thin that it would take 282,000 gold leaves to pro duce the thickness of a single inch. The life of a steel rail on a main ■railroad line is twelve years. The average weight of a man's brain is three pounds eight ounces, and of a woman's brains I wg> pounds eleven ounces. On an average, the Scotch arc the tallest men in Great Britain, thp Irish next, the English third, and the Welsh last. Gerniany holds the record for the first daily paper. It was printed in 1524 England's first daily paper did not ap pear until 1622. The smallest coins in the world are used in South Russia, where there is a coin worth one four-thousandth part of an English penny, and in the Malay States, where a wafer Is circulated worth one ten-thousandth port of a r»**»O had gone upstairs and gathered about the crib of the future coquette, who conversed blithely as any of the young ladies will, flirted with them outrageous ly at the age of three, ordered them about, and treated these men who were to be the fathers of her future beaux as if they were little boys, made only to do her bidding. “That child is a born coquette!" said her mother, and some of the girll whose beaux had left them to go to the nursery sighed, envying the baby who already showed the power she had ovei the other sex. The coquette who is born to rule by virtue of charm, fascination and beauty is an irresistible person. The coquette who is made by artifice, whose attrac tions are forced and whose higli spirits are artificial is a nuisance, and she generally ends by being a disgrace to her kind. The fascinating women who have ruled the hearts of nu n and have been called coquettes for want of a better name have generally been able to back up their title for supremacy with other attributes besides a pretty face and a charming manner. The women who were famous in the eighteenth century for their wit and attraction were extremely clever and learned. These pretty young women, with their curled and powdered hair, their brocaded frocks and panniers, went through a pretty severe schooling □ -T I Have a "Spaghetti Night in your home once 1 I a week. Make a steaming dish of Faust \ I Spaghetti the principal feature of the menu. \ I Twill be a popular night with all the family \ / —and their friends. 1 / AT YOUR GROCER S II I I In sealed packages 5c and 10c I \ before they were turned out as belles to rule society. They were taught Latin and mathe matics, besides their own language; they had to be able to understand and criticise poetry, and all the arts and manners in those days were a study in which no well bred gill could fail. Besides that they must dance more gracefully than the women on the stage, they had to know something oft music arid conversation, which was then a high alt, was the medium through which they showed off their learning, their sharp wit and intellect. Indeed. It wasn't easy to be a belle in the days of paint and powder. It Is much simpler in our time, when a pretty face and pleasant manners make up for all deficiencies of mind and education. MISSED MUCH AND OFTEN. •'AJornlng!” said Mr. Busiman, as he met an acquaintance traveling up to town on the late train. "Strange meeting you! You generally travel up a bit earlier than this. What’s become of the train you used to catch?” "Oh." replied the other, "that train's been taken off!” "Taken off, is it ?" asked Mr. 8.. with unnecessary curiosity. "I suppose you miss it?” "Not as often as I used to do,” came the witty response, while Mr. B. found It advisable to glance hastily at his mornfug paper. NOT A MOUSER. ANYWAY. ' Mrs. Muggs—That horrid Mrs. Erills told Mrs. Nextdoor that I was a regu lar old cal! What do you think of that? Mrs. Muggs—l think she never saw you in the same room with a mouse. WHEN LITTLE IS SAID. "A man always gets on easier by I taking his wife's advice?’ "Yes. 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If you were engaged, and had every assurance that he is not "here today and gone tomorrow,” I am sure you? objections to his kisses would be with, drawn. He seems to want the privi leges of a fiance without the obliga tions. DON’T CONSIDER HER FEELINGS. Dear Miss Fairfax: ' lam a voting man sixteen years of age, and for the past four years or so one of niy former governesses has been following me, coming up to, the place where I work. My folks object to mj going with her and I would like to know of away to gel ild of her without hurting •her feelings. She is about 30 vears of age. BOTHERKD. When a woman of 30 pursues a boy of sixteen, her feelings lack the fine quality of being capable of a hurt. You must tell her outright to pester you no further. Y’ou owe more to your parents and to yourself than you owe to het. WOMAN’S MOST SUCCESSFUL MEDICINE Known All Over The World —Known Only For The Good It Has Done. 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