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THE GE O SQUAW’S MAGAZINE PAGE
“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green
J Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tinies
iCanvright, 19H, Street & Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911. by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
'weetwater. with a breath of decided
. - 9 ed back and threw himself on
tip'beo*t ’.tad really been a trial for
, lin . i„ stand there under the other's eye,
~.e ll i,is mind refused to formulate his
_ ~r to give him any satisfaction when
i,n asked himself what there was In the
situation suggestive of death to the wom
an or harm to himself.
yor did morning light bring counsel, as
i usual in similar cases. He felt the mys
,.rv more in the hubbub and restless
furrno il of the day than in the night’s si
lence and inactivity. He was glad when
ti-e 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
„ neighboring room, who no sooner saw
tdm than she leered at him and eagerly
remarked:
Mot much sleep, eh? We didn t think
valid like it. Did you see anything?'’
Xnw this gate him the one excuse he
wanted.
■ See anything?" be repeated, apparent
ly with all imaginable innocence. “What
do you mean by that?"
•Don’t you know what happened in that
room?"
"Don't tell me!" he shouted out. "I
don't want to hear any nonsense. 1
haven't time. I've got to be at the shop
al seven and 1 don't feel very well. What
did happen?' he mumbled in drawing off.
lust loud enough for the woman to hear.
Something unpleasant" I’m sure.” Then
he ran downstairs.
At half past six he found the janitor,
lie was. to all appearance, in a state of
great excitement and he spoke very fast.
■ I won't stay another night in that
room, he loudly declared, breaking in
where the family were eating breakfast
hy lamplight. “I don't want to make any
trouble and 1 don't want to give my rea
sons: but that room don't suit me. I'd
rather take the dark one you talked about
jestenlay. There’s the money. Have my
things moved today, will ye?”
"But your moving out after one night’s
slay will give tiiat room a bad name,"
stammered the janitor, rising awkwardly.
"There'll be talk and I won’t be a’le to
let that room all winter.”
"Nonsense! Every man hasn't the
nerves 1 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 i
let me off at halt past four. So that's I
settled. ”
He wailed for no reply and got none;
hut when lie 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 be next door to
the ore he had held under watch the night
before.
The first page of his adventure In the
I!■■'..s street tenement had been turned,
and lie was ready to start upon another.
A Book Plays Leading Part.
Wien Mr. Brotherson came in that'
ti glu. be noticed that the door of the I
roem adjoining Ills own stood open. He I
d'n tot hesitate. Making immediately fori
it. lie took a glance inside, then spoke
h with a ringing intonation: t
"Halloo! Coming to live in this l.oie?” >
Ti < occupant—a young man. evidently .
a workman and somewhat sickly if one
• dd judge from his complexion- turned I
tround from some tinkering he was en- I
gaged in and met the intruder fairly. !
iaee to face. If bin jaw fell, it seemed ’
" i>e from admiration. No other emotion I
would have eo Igihted his eye as he took I
:i ti.e other's proportions and command-’
g features. No dress—Brotherson was I
i ver -een in any other than the home-I
l e.-i garb in these days could make him I
ok common or akin to bis surroundings. I
•A intiier seen near or tar, his presence]
' ay.- caused surprise, ami surprise was:
what ti e your g man showed, as he |
l owered briskly;
les. this Is to be my castle. Are you I
• wrer of the buildings? If so—"'
l am not the owner. I live next door.
1 i *i:'l I seen you before, young man?”
Never was there a more penetrating eye
'can Orlando Brotherson's. As he asked
'' ' 'jeustion it took some effort on (he
pari of the other to hold his own anti
DANGER 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. 1 quit my!
physician and commenced using it with
the happiest results. I arn today prac-'
ly a well woman and anxious to con-j
ribute my mite towards inducing others
0 your great medicine, as lam fully
. suaaed that it will cure the ailments
! om which I suffered if given a fair
cnance.
E you think this letter will contrib
*nyth‘.n? ,o wards further introducing
. 1 r medicines to afflicted women who
are passing through this trying period,
. rea '- pleasure I consent to its
1 '“cation.” Mrs. Julia A. Moore,
East St., Asheville, N. C.
The Case of Mrs. Kirlin.
."‘Tu*?’! I*’ 1 *’ Ohi °—“l can truthfully
. at . ? PVer had anything do me so
riis p l J ur “ n K Change of Life as Ly-
■ r t “Sham's Vegetable Compound.
nf ..1 ? re ’ h ar l taken one half a bottle
rent; 'Jgan to feel better, and I have
th- 'Tif ta ''* n F’’t- My health is better
B u d ' been for several years. If
cane tal:e they would es-
r , V , nto P ain and misery at this time
Mil V; 7. rs - Alice Kirlin, 358 W.
St., Circleville, Ohio.
i h Rn B e of Life is one of the most
*. a Periods of a woman’ s existence.
E P- • ? mosw omen may rely upon Lydia
K- Pinkham s Vegetable Compound.
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-l man at mv job.
Excuse my brag. It’s my one card of
introduction.”
Ive 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 imperllte, 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 last night that this looks all right
to me. Back there, other building." lie
whispered. "I didn't know, and took the
room which had a window in it; but—”
The stop was a-jnifieant; so was his smile
which had a t>uch of sickliness in it,
as well as humtA
But Brotherson was not to be caught.
"You slept in the building last night?
"Yes, I—slept.?
I be strong lip of the older man curled
disdainfully.
I 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 heard of it?”
Sure! The w'ord almost jumped at the
questioner. "Ito 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 disguse. and nothing more!
tin's was what gave Sweetwater his
second bad night; this and a certain dis
covery he made. He had counted on hear
ing what went on in the neighboring
room through the partition funning back
of his own closet. But lie 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 i;e wanted was to catch tfie secret
sigli, the muttered word, the involuntary
movement. He was too far removed from
| this man still.
How should tie manage to gel nearer
him—at the door of his mind-—of his
heart? Sweetwater stared ail night from
his miserable cot into the darkness of
that separating closet, and with no re
sult. His task looked hopeless; no won
der tiiat he could get no rest.
Next morning lie felt ill. but Le rose ail
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
1 Brotherson. “I noticed that you did* not
j look well last night. Won’t you come in
and share my pct of coffee?”
"I—l can’t eat," mumbled Sweetwater.
, for once in his life thrown completely
| off his balance. "You're very kind, but
i i'll manage all right. I'd rather. I'm
, i.i i quite dressed, you see. and I must get
[ to the shop.'*
Then lie thought—" What an opportu
nity I'm losing. Have I any right to turn I
tail because lie plays his game from the |
: outset with trumps? No. I've a small I
trump somewhere about me to lay on this
I tyick It isn't an ace. but it'll show I’m 1
’ not chicane." And smiling though not ,
with his usual cheerfulness. Sweetwater j
i added. "Is tlie coffee all made? I mighi ;
I take a drop of tiiat. But you mustn’t ;
j ask me to eat—l just couldn't.”
"Yes, the coffee is made and it isn't
mad either. You'd better put on your
| coat; the hall is draughty.” And wait
[ ing till Sweetwater did so, he led the 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 chat he had 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 tc hurry a bit,” was
Brotherson's first remark as they
seated themselves at table. "Do you like
your coffee plain or with milk in it?”
"Plain. Gosh! what pictures! Where
do you get 'em? You must have a lot of
coin.” Sweetwater was 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-
I ing in contract to the shabby furniture
and the otherwise homely fittings.
"Yes, I’ve enough for that kind of
tiling," was his host’s reply. But the
1 tone was reserved, and Sweetwater did
not presume along this line. Instead, lie
looked at the books piled upon the shelves
I under these photographs, and wondered
| aloud at 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. YYas he cowed by the pen-
I etrating eye he encountered w henever he
I 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.
Yet there was one cheerful moment.
It was when he noticed the careless way
in which those books 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 tlie contents of a small phial
which he took down from a shelf. He had
told Mr. Gryce tiiat he was eager for the
business because of Its difficulties, but
that was when he was feeling fine and
up to any game which might come his
way. Now he felt weak and easily dis
couraged. This would not do. He must
regain his health at all hazards, so he
poured out the mixture which had given
him such a sickly air. This done and a
rude supper eaten, he 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 stopped at Ills door, hid knocked ami
must be let in.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
The Ten Ages of Beauty No. 9---The Victorian Girl
Illustrations from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September.
By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER.
PEOPLE talk so much about the high
cost ot 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 than 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.
Il was only after the beginning of the
nineteenth century and Mell along toward
the middle of it that women were permit
ted to have some sort of an eudcatiori; 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 sox have at last been ridiculed into
the limbo of bygone horrors.
Look at the beauty in the picture. Your
mother dressed this May, 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 train
was necessary to her status, and no grown
up lady went without one.
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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 tears al
ready!”
“Ah. Hilda, darling! George is stand
ing as candidate for congress, you
know, and I’ve only just learned from
the opposition papers what a really
dreadful man I have married.”
Lady—l am looking for a governess
for my children.
Manager of Intelligence office —
Didn't we 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 ?”
“Well, if you'll give me a week's
practice on your signature. I'll sign
your official papers for you,” said the
prisoner.
Mrs. Naggs—John, have you read
this magazine article entitled "How To
Be Happy Though Married?”
Naggs—Of course not. I know how
without reading it.
Mrs. Naggs—Well, how?
Naggs—Get a divorce.
Sportsman —I suppose you have never
had anything to do with racing. Mr.
Good bod y ?
('urate—Er —no, not exactly. But 1 did
a bit of house bunting when I first got
married, you know.
“Now they- claim that the human body
contains sulphur.”
"In what amount?"
“Oh. in varying quantities."
"Well, that m'ay 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—Classes of w hat?
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vM' \ UP
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x, tjMr X. j/i IF
Daysey Mayme 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
1 something desperate must be done
1 to induce her to stop.
There was company at the home of
Lysander John Appleton.
> The company requested Daysey May
me to sing. She didn't know anything
new. she said.
“Sing the old,” said the company.
She had a cold. Then they urged her
io sing anyway, assuring her they were
not critical, and would never notice her
1 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-
I sistent.
, Daysey Mayme saw the sign of wan
ing interest and met ft by going to the
piano.
First, she sang something in some
foreign language. The companj- said
French. Italian and colored mammy,
and failed to come to a unanimous de
. clsion.
In the next song she gargled with
her notes in away that made the com-
I pany look for the bottle .and the spoon.
Then she sang "Home, Sweet Home.”
and the company w ept 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 homes don’t suit
, them.
Then she, 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 company groaned. Daysey
Mayme sang on.
The company began to fidget .' The
I /
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.
bunched-up bustle, which today seems positively grotesque.
Under this frock the girl of the late seventies wore the
lightest corsets she could squeeze herself into. A waist of
eighteen inches, which is considered too 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
Mould think of wearing.
('omparatively few women wear pads nowadays, and
good figures are developed by exercise and athletics. In
I hose days almost every woman wore pads of some sort to
simulate the perfect figure which nature had denied her.
The modern girl, even when she had the puff and rat
habit, would feel ridiculous if she wore the same amount of
false hail' which pressed upon the overheated head of the
.girl of 1879.
To he 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.
('roquet was looked upon as a spirited and almost un
conventional game. Today it is almost forgotten. So do
styles change. Let us be thankful.
companj got up. The company went
1 home. Still Daysey Mayme sang on.
3 Her father grumbled to his wife, then
he grumbled to Daysey Mayme. then
he used words so big they will be sent
j. to the state chemist to be analyzed
Still Daysey Mayme sang on.
Then Lysander John, realizing that
■ despe.fate ills require desperate remc
- dies, attached a dynamite fuse to th-
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 tty to
pieces and spoil the wall paper.
i
Do YOU KnOW-
Launehed at Birkenhead, the biggest
f i floating dock in the world is capable
I of lifting battleships with a displaee-
• 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
I 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 novelt.v in Berlin is for pet
’ dogs to have little parasols fixed above
• their heads so that they art well pro
> tected from tin- 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 be 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 tlie cheese
blocks they can lie “matured" within 24
hours. Recent experiments in Switzer
land have been very successful.
A HARMLESS WAY
TO DARKEN THE Hftlß
A Little Sage and Sulphur
Makes Gray Hair Vanish—A
Remedy for All Hair Troubles.
Who dm s not know the value of Sage
and Sulphur for keeping the hair dark,
soft ami glossy ami in good condition?
As a matter of fai t, Suiphur is a nat
ural i lenient of hail', and a deficiency's f
it in the hair is held by many sca.lpY
specialists to be connected witli loss of
color and vitality of the hair. Un
questionably, there is no better remedy
for hair and scalp troubles, especially
prematun grayness, than Sage and
Sulphur, if properly prepared.
'I he \Y yeth t'hcmical Company of
New York put out an ideal preparation
ot 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.
li 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 fifty-i'vnt 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 tlie appearance
of your hair.
All druggists sell it. under guaran
te. that the money will be refunded if
the reinedx is not exactly as repre
sented. (Advt.)
DR. WOOLLEY’S SANITARIUM
MwiM Opium and Whisky
r years' experience shows
these diseases are eurable. Patients also treated at their
WF homes Consultation confidential. A book on the suh-
5 "•. ../-HYgrl- ject free. PH. B B WOOLLEY & SON., No. 2-A Vl*.
turns) toi- Sanitarium, Atlanta. Ga.
Advice to the I
Lovelorn
j
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 wai
returned while I was going witli
hint; 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 no.
mean when under the influence of the
sea and a summer moon. You are a
victim of tills man's midsummer fancy.
Forget him, as he ha.? plainly forgotten
you, and never again take too seriousli
the vows of a man you know so little
about.
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO
Deal Miss Fairfax;
I am eighteen and in love with
a man eight years my senior who
is a good friend of my uncle.
He lias taken me out three or
four times, and lias sent me postal
cards, but that is all.
I love him dearly, but have not
heard from him for three months.
DOMITELLA.
I arn afraid you have given yout
heart unsought. If lie does not try to
keep the intercourse alive, you can do
nothing. I am sorry, my dear, but
that is a man's initiative.
You are too young to worry about
him. 1 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
entertainirtent. but decided to go
somwhere else. He said he wished
to tell the party he could not be
present, telling me to stay at home
and wait for him. I waited for two
hours. When he came home he
told me that the party there had
detained him, knowing all the while
that 1 was watting. He also added
that he stepped in to see a friend to
keep me waiting Just for spite.
Many times he goes away for hours,
and I. thinking he will be back at
any time, wait for him. Ought I
to wait? BELLE.
You show yourself of little spirit
waiting the second time for such a
man.
There is no happiness with a man
like tiiat. For your own good, break
the engagement!
A SPLENDID FOOD TOO
SELDOM SERVED
In the average American house
hold Macaroni is far too seldom
served. It is such a splendid food
and one that is so well liked that
it should be served at one meal
every day. Let it take the place
of potatoes. Macaroni has as
great a food value as potatoes and is
ever so much more easily digested.
Faust Macaroni is made from richlv
glutinous, American grown Durum
wheat. It is every bit as finely fla
vored and tenderly succulent as the im
ported varieties and you can be posi
tive it is clean and pure—made by
Americans in spotless, sunshiny kitch
ens.
Your grocer can supply you with Faust
Macaroni—in sealed packages 5c and 10c.
Write for free Book of Recipes.
MAULL BROS.,
St. Louis, Mo.
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COAL
$4.75 Per Ton
SEPTEMBER DELIVERY
The Jellico Coal Co.
82 Peachtree Street
Both Phones 3668
PILES CURED FOR 50c.
There has been many cases of piles
Sis-red by a single 50c box of Tetterine.
Tetterine cures all skin and scalp erup
tions, itching piles, dandruff, old sores,
eczema, tetter and ringworm.
Tetterine can be had at all druggists or
by sending 50c to J. H. Shuptrlne. Sa
vannah. Ga.
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treated. Established 38 years. *' tail
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