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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. ” J r r?’ ;Z " ‘ ■' - C L C- - i'- ' \ ' Z Vi / AH "G- '? ■?> ' . -'N IJI ■?!!, F T ' '■ I i W ' i - Isa M < \ ( .au . . r V r i N 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 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? I ' \ vM' \ UP flrW ■ 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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■■MB WILTON JELLICO 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. Help for the Crippled ® Children ffi Club Feet. Diseases of the Spine 'SiafeffiL and Bip Joints, Paralysis and ptgjgffise'' other afflictions successfully LJTWJf treated. Established 38 years. *' tail Write today tor illustrated cat- 1/ fl? •i«. I Hn National Surgical Institute, 72 S. Fryer St. Atlanta, Ga. •