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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE PAGE * ‘lnitials Only By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tinies (Copyright, 1911. Street A- Smith.) (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT Sweet water, with a breath of decided relief, stepped back and threw himself on ■the bed. It had really been a trial for him to stand there under the other's eye. though his mind refused to formulate Ids fear, or to give him any satisfaction when he asked himself what there was In the situation suggestive of death to the wom an or harm to himself. Nor did mcrnfng light bring counsel, as is usual in similar cases He felt the mys tery more in the hubbub and restless turmoil of the day than in the night's si lence and Inactivity Hr was glad when the stroke of six gave him an excuse to leave the room, and gladder yet when in doing so. he ran upon an old woman from a neighboring room, who no sooner saw him than she leered at him and eagerly remarked ‘•Not much sleep, ch? We dfdn t think you'd like it. Did you see anything?" Now this gave him the one excuse he wanted. “See anything*” ho repeated, apparent ly with all Imaginable innocence. “What <lo you mean by that?" "Don't yon know what happened In that •room?" "Don't tell me!” he shouted out "I .ion’t want to hear any nonsense I Jhaven't time I've got to be at the shop -»t seven and I don’t feel very well. What 'did happen?” he mumbled in drawdng off. loud enough for the woman to hear "Rometlting unpleasant I'm sure.” Then lie ran downstairs. At half past six he found the janitor. SHe was. to all appearance, in a state of great excitement and he spoke very fast. "T won't stay another night in that eroom," he loudly declared, breaking In -where the family were eating breakfast 3 try lamplight "I don't want to make any ♦rouble and I don't want to give my rea <*ons; but that room don't suit me. I’d 'rather take the dark one you talked about '■yegterday. There's the money Have my things moved today, will ye'.” "But your moving out after one night's stay will give that room a bad name.” iatammered Che janitor, rising awkwardly. ’"There'll be talk and 1 won't be able to let that room all winter " “Nonsense! Every man hasn’t the Xterves I have. You’ll let It in a week. But let or not let. I'm going front into the little dark room. I’ll get the boss to ■let me off at half past four So that’s settled " He waited for no reply and got none; but when he appeared promptly at a quarter of five, he found his few belong ings moved into a middle room on the fourth floor of the front building, which, oddly perhaps, chanced to he next door to the one he had held under watch the night before The first page of his adventure in the Hicks street tenement had been turned. ■nd he was ready to start upon another. A Book Playa Leading Part. When Mr. Brotherson came in that night, he noticed that the door of the room adjoining his own stood open He I did not hesitate Making immediate!) for I It. be took a glance Inside, then spoke i up with a ringing intonation: "Halloo! Coming to live In this hole"" The occupant a young man, evidently a workman and somewhat aleklj If one could Judge from his complexion turned ■ round from some tinkering be was en gaged in and met the intruder fairly, face to face. If his jaw fell. It seemed to ho from admiration No other emotion would have so Igthted his eye as he took in the other's proportions and command ing features No drees Brotherson was never seen in atty other than the home lies! garb in these days could make him | look common or akin to his surroundings. } 'Whether seen near or far, his presence’ always caused surprise, and surprise was I what the young man showed, as he I answered briskly: "Yes, this is to be my castle Are you the owner of the buildings'.’ If so "I am not the owner ■ I live next door. Haven't 1 seen you before, young man?" Never was there a more penetrating eye than Orlando Brotherson's. As be asked this qeustion It took some effort on the part of the other Io hold his own and DANCER PERIOD OF WOMANS’LIFE FROM 45 to 50 Interesting Experience of Two Women —Their Statements Worth Reading. Asheville, N.C. “ I suffered for years with female trouble while going through the Change of Life. I tried a local phy sician for a couple of years without, any substantial benefit Finally after re peated suggestions to try Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound, I quit my physician and commenced using it with the happiest results. I am today prac tically a well woman and anxious to con tribute my mite towards inducing others to try your great medicine, as I am fully persuaded that it will cure the ailments from which I suffered if given a fair chance. “If you think this letter will contrib ute anything towards further introducing your medicines to afflicted women who are passing through this trying period, it is with great pleasure 1 consent to its publication.” Mrs. Julia A. Moore, 17 East St., Asheville, N. C. The Case of Mrs. Kinlin. Circleville, Ohio.—“l can truthfully say that I never had anything do me so much good during Change of Life as Ly dia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. “Before 1 had taken one half a bottle of it I began to feel better, and I have continued taking it. My health is better than it has been for several years If all women would take it they would es cape untold pain and misery at this time of life.”—Mrs. Alice Kiklin, 358 W. Mill St., Circleville, Ohio. The Change of Life is one of the most critical periods of a woman’s existence. Atsuch timeswomen may rely upon Lydi E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Comjiound. laugh with perfect naturalness as he re plied . "If you ever go up Henry street it's likely enough that you’ve seen me not once, but many times I'm the fellow who works at the bench next the window in Schuper’s repairing shop. Everybody knows me." Audacity often carries the day when subtler means would fail. Brotherson stared at the youth, then ventured an other question; "A carpenter, eh?" "Yes. and I’m an A-1 man at my job. Excuse my brag It’s my one # card of introduction "I've seen you I've seen you some where else than In Schuper’s shop. Do you remember me?" "No, sir: I'm sorry to be imperlite, but I don’t remember you at all. Won't you sit down? It's not very cheerful, but I’m so glad to get out of the room I was in Inst night that this looks all right to me. Back there, other building." he whispered. "I didn’t know, and took the room which had a window in It; but—" The stop was significant; so was bls smile which had a touch of sickliness In ft, as well as humor. But Brotherson was not to be caught "You slept in the building last night? “Yes. I-—slept ? The strong lip of the older man curled disdainfully. ”1 saw you," said he "You were standing in the window overlooking the court You were not sleeping then I suppose you know that a woman died in that room?" 'Yes; they told me so this morning " "Was that the first you’d beard of It?" "Sure!" The word almost Jumped at the questioner "Do you suppose I’d have taken the room If-” But here the intruder, with a disdain ful grunt, turned and went out. disgust in every feature--plain, unmistakable, downright dlsguse, and nothing more! This was what gave Sweetwater his second bad night, this and a certain dis covery lie made. He had counted on hear ing what went on in the neighboring room through the partition running back of his own closet But he could hear nothing, unless It was the shutting down of a window, a loud sneeze, or the rat tling of coals as they were put on the fire And these possessed no significance. What he wanted was to catch the secret sigh, the muttered word, the Involuntary movement He waa too far removed from this man still How should he manage to get nearer him at the door of his mind -of his heart? Sweetwater stared all night from his miserable cot into the darkness of that separating closet, and with no re sult His task looked hopeless; no won der that he could get no rest Next morning he felt 111, but lie rose all the same, and tried to get his own break fast He. had but partially succeeded and was sitting on the edge of his bed in wretched discomfort, when the very man he was thinking of appeared at his door. "I've come to see how you are," said Brotherson. “I noticed that you did not look well last night. Won't you come In and share my pot of coffee?” "I I can’t cat,” mumbled Sweetwater, for once In his life thrown completely off his balance "You’re very kind, but I'll manage all right I’d rather. I’m not quite dressed, you see. and I must get to the shop." Then he thought "What an opportu nity I’m losing Have 1 any right to turn tail because he plays his game from the outset with trumps'.’ No, I’ve a small trump somewhere about me to lay on this trick It Isn't an aee, but it'll show I'm mu chicane." And smiling, though not with his usual cheerfulness, Sweetwater added, "Is the coffee all made? I might take a drop of that. But you mustn't ask me to eat I just couldn’t.” "Yes. the coffee is made and it Isn't mad either. You'd better put on your coat, the hall I* draughty." And wait ing till Sweetwater did so. he led Hie way back to his own room Brotherson's man ner expressed perfect ease. Sweetwater’s not He knew himself changed in looks. In bearing, in feeling even, but was he changed enough to deceive this man on the very spot where they had confronted each other a few days before In a keen moral struggle? The looking glass he passed on his way to the table where the simple breakfast was spread out showed him a figure so unlike the alert, businesslike chai he bad been that night that he felt his old assurance revive in time to ease a situation which had no counterpart In his experience "I am going out myself today, so we will have t. hurri a bit." was Brotlx rson's first remark as they seated themselves at. table Ito you like your coffee plain or with milk in it?" "Plain. Gosh! what pictures! Where do you get cm ' You must have a lot of coin Sweetwater wits staring at the row of photographs, mostly of a very high order, tacked along the wall separat ing the two rooms They were unframed, but they were mostly copies of great pic tures, and the effect was rather impos ing m contract to the shabby furniture and the otherwise homely fittings. "Yes, I've enough for that kind of thing was his host's reply But the tone was reserved, and Sweetwater did not presume along this line Instead, he looked at the books piled upon the shelves under these photographs, and wondered aloud al their number and at the man who could waste such a lot of time in reading them But he made no more di rect remarks Was he cowed by the pen etrating eye he encountered whenever he yielded to the fascination exerted by Mr Brotherson’s personality and looked his way ' He hated to think so. yet some thing held him in check and made him listen, open-mouthed, when the other chose to speak. let there was one cheerful moment It was when lie noticed the careless way 111 which those i ks were arranged upon their shelves. An idea had come to him. He hid his relief in his cup. as he drained the last drops of the coffee which really tasted better than he had expected. When he returned from work that aft ernoon it was with an auger under his coat and a conviction which led him to empty out the contents of a small phial which lie took down from a shelf Hi had told Mr. Gryce that he was eager lor th© * uslness b< < auae of Its difficulties, but that was when he was feeling line and up to any game which might come his I way Now be felt weak and easily dis i courage,! This would not do. He must regain his health at al! hazards, so he poured out the mixture which had given him such a sickly air This done and a rude supper eaten, lie took up his auger He had beard Mr Brotherson’s step go by" But next minute he laid it down again in great haste and flung a newspaper over it. Mr. Brotherson was coming back had slopped at bis door, In d knocked ami 1 must be let In To Be Continued in Next Issue. The Ten Ages of Beauty It 9 —ra<- gm By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. PEOPLE talk so much about the high cost of living, about immodest and impossible fashions, that we women frequently forget that we are living now in the very best time that ever was, and are enjoying more freedom than our sex has ever been allowed to indulge in before. The days of chivalry, with their tourna ments of love, their courts of honor and their queens of beauty, had a very seamy side, and women in most ways were little better Ihnn slaves. Before the French revolution the aristo cratic woman of wealth may have queened it over her surroundings, but vast numbers of her poor sisters toiled in un speakable misery and degradation. It was only after the beginning of the nineteenth century and well along toward the middle of it that women were permit ted to have some sort of an eudcation; and it is only of late—that is, in the last twenty years—that some of the idiotic barriers of fashion which have impeded the progress of the sex have at last been ridiculed into the limbo of bygone horrors Look at the beauty in the picture. Your mother dressed this way, for this pretty girl is arrayed in the popular fashion of the late seventies. She trailed a dress which contained from twenty to forty-two yards of material through the dust, for the unhygienic traip was necessary to her status, and no grown up lady wen! without one. \4 j 7 f f‘ •"■ \ // / I.' . ■ \ \j CT ‘ ' ' I -'y X l / \ m® L i ■( 00 ? 1 y ' I' ■ P H I This Picture by Nell Brinkley Is Reproduced by Permission and Accompanies an Article by Octave Uzanne on “The Story of Furs and Muffs.’’ Up-to-Date Jokes "Why. Irene, dear, what has hap pened? It Is not a month since your marriage, and I find you in tear- al ready I" "Ah Hilda, darling! George is stand ing as candidate for congress, you know, and I've only just learned from tlie opposition papers what a really dreadfid man 1 have married." Lady 1 am looking for a governess for my children. Manager of Intelligence Office — Didn't wi supply you with one last week ? "Yes." "Well, madam, according to her re port you don't need a governess: you need a lion tamer." "Now," said the warden to the forger, who had just arrived at the prison, "we'll set you to work What can you do best?" "Wei!. f .'.oil'll give me a week’s practice on your signature. 11l sign your official papers fpr you." said the prisoner. Mrs. Naggs John, have you read this magazine article entitled "How To He Happy Though Married?" Naggs -of course not 1 know how without reading it. Mrs Naggs- Well, how " Naggs—Get a divorce. Sportsman 1 suppose you have never had anything to do with racing, Mr. Goodbody? Curate l’r no. not exactly. But 1 did a bit of house hunting when 1 first got married, you know. / "Now they claim tiiat the human body contains sulphur." "In what amount?" “Oh. in varying quantities." "Well, that may account for some girls making better matches than oth ers." first .Student What makes that red spot on your nose? Second Student Glasses first Student—Glasses of what? Illustrations from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September. * . - IL Tp «!!»(#- k Si ; I 131Ww Daysey May me and Her Folks By Frances L. Garside A DESPERATE REMEDY. I’ T is hard work to get a girl started to singing, but after she begins something desperate must be done to induce her to stop. There was company at the home of l.ysander John Appleton. The company requested Daysey May nic to sing. She didn't know anything new. she said "Sing the old." said the company. She had a cold. Then they urged her to sing anyway, assuring her they were not critical, and would never notice her slight hoarseness. She would like to accommodate them, she said, but really she couldn’t sing a note tonight She was not in the mood. The company knew what was expect ed of company in good society and per sisted. And Daysey Mayme, in her shy, billboard fashion, continued to refuse. The company, feeling at the end of an hour that even Chesterfield would urge no more became a little less in sistent. Daysey Mayme saw the sign of wan ing interest and met It by going to the piano. F'irst, she sang something in some foreign language. The company said French, Italian and colored mammy, and failed to come to a unanimous de cision. In the next song she gargled with her notes in away that made the com pany look for the bottle and the spoon. Then she sang “Home, Sweet Home," and the company wept in observance of the time-honored custom that every one should keep when hearing this song—those who haven't homes because they haven't them, and those who have homes because their honjes don't suit them. Then .-he sang a lullaby which wouldn’t put any but a deaf baby to sleep. Then the company lost count The company sighed, the company yawned, the companx groaned. Daysey Mayme sang on. Ilic compan.v began to fldgei. The You may rail against the short hobble skirt, but it is a million times more healthful than these trains, with their yards of scalloped and piped material, and the great, big, hunched-up bustle, which today seems positively grotesque. Under this frock the girl of the late seventies wore the tightest corsets she could squeeze herself into. A waist of eighteen inches, which is considered 100 small for the aver age well-built girl today, would have been laughed at as being far too big for the high-bred gentlewoman of the sev enties, who pinched her vital organs into sixteen inches of space, and then wondered what was the matter with her. On her feet this lady wore shoes at least one size small er than her foot, for the woman with big feet was desper ately mortified, and considered that she must hide them and suffer untold agony in shoes that no sane woman of today would think of wearing. ('omparatively few women wear pads nowadays, and uood figures are developed by exercise and athletics. In those days almost every woman wore pads of some sort to simulate the perfect figure which Mature had denied her. The modern girl, even when she had the pufi and rat habit, would feel ridiculous if she wore the same amount of false hair which pressed upon the overheated head of the girl of 1879. To be fashionable in those days one had to risk one’s health, and a girl dressed in these garments could not enjoy one-half or even one-third of the healthy pleasures of the girl of today. Croquet was looked upon as a spirited and almost un conventional game. Today it is almost forgotten. So do styles change. Let us be thankful. company got up. The company went home. Still Daysey Mayme sang on. Her father grumbled to his wife, then he grumbled to Daysey Mayme. then he used words so big they will be sent to the state chemist to be analyzed Still Daysey Mayme sang on. Then Lysander John, realizing, that desperate ills require desperate reme dies. attached a dynamite fuse to the piano and blew it out of the window. Still Daysey Mayme sang on. Which explains why Lysander John is bound to the couch this week with strong leather straps. His family is afraid that in his wrath he will fly to pieces and spoil the wall paper. Do You Know- Launched at Birkenhead, the biggest floating dock in the world is capable of lifting battleships with a displace ment of 32,000 tons. It covers an area of two and a quarter acres, is 680 feet long, 144 feet wide and 66 set high. Manitoba, in northwest Canada, which contains nearly 30,000.000 acres of arable land, has only one-sixth of this amount under cultivation. Letters to Japan which are not marked "via Siberia" are liable to go by the Suez canal route, and occupy more than double the time in transit. The latest novelty in Berlin is for pet dogs to have little parasols fixed above their heads so that they are well pro tected from the sun. The epithet “reverend" is an entirely honorary appellation, and there is no law restricting its use to ministers. Os the 3.424 know dialects in the world, over one-fourth are'Asiatic. The discovery of a Rotterdam farm er is likely to make a revolution in cheese making. Cheese must he pre served many months before it can be placed on the market, but the Dutch farmer has found that by passing an electric current through the cheese blocks they can be “matured” within 24 hours. Recent experiments in Switzer land have been very successful. ft HARMLESS WAY TO DARKEN THE Hftlß I A Little Sage and Sulphur Makes Gray Hair Vanish—A Remedy for All Hair Troubles. Who does not know the value of Sage and Sulphur for keeping the hair dark, soft and glossy and in good condition? As a matter of fact, Sulphur is a nat ural element of hair, and a deficiency of it in the hair is held by many scalp specialists to be connected with loss of color and vitality of the hair. Un questionably. there is no better remedy for hair and scalp troubles, especially premature grayness, than Sage and Sulphur, if properly prepared. The Wyeth Chemical Company of New York put out an ideal preparation of this kind, called Wyeth’s Sage and Sulphur Hair Remedy, in which Sage and Sulphur are combined with other valuable remedies for keeping the hair and scalp in clean, healthy condition. If your hair is losing its color or con stantly coming out. or if you are trou bled with dandruff or dry, itchy scalp, get a fitty-cent bottle of Wyeth’s Sage and Sulphur from your druggist, use it according to the simple directions, and see what a difference a few days' treatment will make in the appearance of your hair. All druggists sell it. under guaran tee that the money will be refunded if the remedy is not exactly as repre sented. (Advt.) “THE VICTOR" Advice to the Lovelorn By Beatrice Fairfax. HE WAS A SUMMER FLIRT. Dear Miss Fairfax: Last summer I met a young man at the seashore and we became very friendly. I am very much in love with him, and know my love was returned while I was going with him; but since I have returned to the city I have not seen or heard * from him. 1 feel very much broken up about it. as he said we would be married this winter. HEARTBROKEN. Many men say things they do not mean when under the influence of the sea and a summer moon. You are a victim of this man’s midsummer fancy. Forget him, as he has plainly forgotten you, ind never again take too seriously the vows of a man you know so little about. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen and in love with a man eight years my senior who is a good friend of my uncle. He has taken me out three or four times, and has sent me postal cards, but that is all. I love him dearly, but have not heard from him for three months DOMITELLA. I am afraid you have given your heart unsought. If he does not try to keep the intercourse alive, you can do nothing. T am sorry, my dear, but that is a man's initiative. You are too young to worry about him. I am sure he will wake up very soon to a realization of what your love would mean to him. In the meantime, be patient. MOST CERTAINLY NOT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am engaged to a young man. One evening we were to go to an entertainment, but decided to go somwhere else. He said he wished tn tell the party he could not be present, telling in® to stay at home and wait for him I wafted for two hours. W hen he came home he told me that the party there had detained him. knowing ail the while that I was waiting. He also added that he stepped into see a friend tn keep me waiting just for spite. Many times he goe; away for hours and I, thinking he will be back at any time, wait foi him. Ought I to wait? BELLE. You show yoursell of little spirit waiting the second fme for such a man. There is no happiness with a man like that. For your ovn good, break the engagement! A SPLENDID F(DD TOO SELDOM SER7ED Tn the average Ameiean house hold Macaroni is far yo seldom served. It is such a splodid food and one that is so well iked that it should be served meal every day. Let, it take he place of potatoes. Macaroni has as great a food value as potato, Jg ever so much more easily dieted Faust Macaroni is made fr-n rf c hlv glutinous, American grown Durum wheat. 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