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THE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE
Only By Anna Katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tinies
• (Copyright. 1911, Street * Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead A- Co.)
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Svree.twater, 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 his
fear, or to give him any satisfaction when
he asked himself vfhat there was in the
situation suggestive of death to the wom
an or harm to himself
Nor did morning light bring counsel, as
la usual in similar eases. He felt the myt
tery more in the hubbub and restless
turmoil of the dn' than in the night’s si
lence arid Inactivity He 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 match sleep, ch? We didn't think
you’d like it Did you sec anything.’”
Now this gave him the one excuse he
wanted.
"See anything"’’ he repeated, apparent
ly with all Imaginable Innocence. "What
do you mean by that?”
"Drm't you know what happened in that
room ?“
“Don’t tell me!" he shouted out “I
don’t want to hear any nonsense. I
haven't time I’ve got to be at the shop
at seven and I don’t feel very well What
did happen?" he mumbled in drawing off.
just loud enough for the woman to hear
“Something unpleasant I’m sure.” Then
he ran downstairs
At half past six he found the janitor.
He 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
by lamplight "I don’t want to make any
trouble and I 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
yesterday There’s the money Have my
things movwl today, will ye?”
"■Rut your moving out after one night’s
stay will give that room a bsd name."
stammered the janitor, rising awkwardly
“There’ll be talk and I won't be able to
let that room all winter ”
“Nonsense! Every man hasn't the
nerves I have You’ll let it tn a week
Hut 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 ”
Hr waited for no reply and got num-;
but when he appeared promptly at a
quarter of live, he found his few belong-
Ings moved into a middle room on the
fourth Hoe" of the front building, which,
oddly perhaps, chanced to be next door to
tlv • •in lie had held under watch the night
before.
ll< first page-of his adventure tn the
II 1, -feci tenement had been turned,
and !••• 'Ac* cady to start upon another.
A Book Plays Leading Part
Wm i Mr Brotherson came In that !
tfigfi. tic r diced that the door of the i
roc i af.jc ling his own s(,ood open He 1
<ud i • ■ lie-.talc Making immediate!) fori
it, he took a glance inside, then spoke j
up with a ringing intonation:
"llatli.o' Coming to live In this hole?” |
't he occupant a young man. evidently i
a vrlomin and somewhat tdckl) If one i
could Judge from bls complexion -turned,
around from some tinkering lie was en
gaged in and met the intruder fairly, I
lace io face. If his jaw fell, it seemed
to be from admiration No other emotion !
would have so Iglhted his eye as he took j
in the other's proportions and command
ing features. No dress Brotherson was)
never seen in any other than the home
liest garb in these days could make him |
look common or akin to his surroundings, i
Wild her seen near or far. his presence ;
always caused surprise, and surprise was
what the young man showed, as he
tnswered 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 he asked
this qeustkin It took some effort on the
part of the other to hold his own and
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- 5
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 1 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 afiiicted women who
are passing through this trying period,
it is with great pleasure I consent to its
publication. ’’ Mrs. Julia A. Moore,'
17 East St., Asheville, N. C.
The Case of Mrs. Kirlin.
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 I 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 Kirlin, 358 W.
Mill St., Circleville, Ohio.
The Change of Life is one of the most
critical periods of a woman’s existent’.
At such times women may rely upon Lydia
E. Pinkham'k Vegetable Compound.
laugh with perfect naturalness as he re
plied :
“If you ever gn 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
tn 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, ch?”
“Yes, and I’m an A-l man at my job.
Excuse my’ brag. It’s my one card of
introduction ”
“I’ve seen you. T*re seen you some
where else than in Schuper'R shop. Do
you remember me?”
“No, sir; I'm sorry to he Imperltte, but
I don’t remember you st 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,’’ he
whispered. “J didn’t know, and took the
room which had a window In it; bm
The stop was significant; so was his smile
which had a touch of sickliness in It,
as well as humor.
But Brotherson was not tn he 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?”
Acs; they told me his morning.”
“Was that the first 'd heard of it?”
“Sure!” The word a ...nst 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 cver> feature plain, unmistakable,
downright <lisgii.se, and nothing more!
'This 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 running back
of his own closet. But he could hear
nothing, unless it was the shutting down |
<>f a window, a loud sneeze, or the rat
tling of coals as they’ were put on the I
tire And these possessed no significance '
What he wanted was to catch the secret
sigh, the muttered word, the involuntary
movement. He was 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 miserabh cot into (he darkness of i
I that separating <•!<»•< t, and with no re- :
s ult. His task looked hopeless; no won- !
der that he could get no rest.
Next morning he felt ill, but he rose all '
the same, and tried to get his own break- |
fast He had hut 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 vc ceinc to see how you are.” said
’Brotherson “] that you did not !
.look well last night Won’t you come in
land share my pot of coffee
“I 1 can't eat," mumbled Sweetwater.,
j for once in his life thrown completely
, "ft his balance. “You’re very kind, hut I
iI II manage all right. I’d rather. I'm ’
I not quite dressed, you see, and 1 must get
to the shop.”
Thon he thought “W hat an opport u
I'm losing Have I any right to turn
'tall because he plays his game from tie
outset with trumps? No, I've a small
I trump somewhere about me to lay on tlii
• trick It isn't an ace. hut it'll show I'm
■ not chicane \nd smiling, though not
I with his usual cheerfulness. Sweetwatei
I 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
• oat. the hall Is draughty." And wait
ing till Sweetwater did so. he led the way
hack to his own room Brotherson’s man
ner expressed perfect ease, Sweetwater's
not He knew himself changed in looks,
in hearing. In feeling even; but was he
changed enough to deceive this man on
the very spot where they had confronted
• aeh 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 chap 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.
“1 am going out myself today, so
we will have i< hurry a bit,” was
Brotherson’s first remark as they
seated themselves at table. Do you like
your coffee pla n <»r with milk in it?’’
“Tlain Gosh' what pictures! Where
jdo you get ’em / You must have a lot of
• coin. - Sweetwater was daring at the
: ruw of photographs, mostly of a very-
high order, tacked along the wall separat
ing the two rooms They w ere unfranied,
hut they were mostly copies of great pic
tures. and the effect was rather impos
ing in contract to the shabby furniture
and the otherwise homely tit tings.
es. Ivt enough tor that kind of
i thing. was his host's reply. Hut the
I tone was reserved, and Sweetwater did
. not presume along this line. Instead, he
j looked at the books piled upon the shelves
! umler these photographs, and wondered
'l aloud at their number and at the man
? who could waste such a lot of time in
I reading them. But he made no more <ll
- remarks Was he eowed by the pen-
J etrating eye he encountered whenever he
I yieldec. to the fascination exerted by Mr.
j Brotherson's personality and looked his
r i way / He hated to think so. yet some
thing held him in check and made him
. If steii. open-mouthed, when the other
chose to speak
)el there was one cheerful moment.
It was when h< noticed the careless wa>
• in wliicii those books were arranged upon
’ their shelves. An Idea had come to him.
He hid ins relief in his cup. as he drained
the last drops of the coffee which read.)
I tasted better lhan he had expected
I When he returned from work that aft
■ ernoon it was with an auger under his
I coal and a conviction which led him to
,1 empty out the contents of a small phial
' which he took down from a shelf He had
told Mr i’.r>ce that he was eager for th*
business l>, m-e ot its diffli titles, but
■ that was »|i,. n he was feeling tine and
J up to unj game -which might come his
> way Now he felt weak and easily dls
r couraged This would not do He must
regain his health at all hazards, 8O he
poured out Hie mixture which had given
him such a sickly air ' This done and a
- rude sui'jier eaten, he took up his auger.
. He had G ard Mr Brotherson's step go I'7"
Hut next minute lie laid 't down again
, in great haste and flung a newspaper
over it .Mr Brotherson was coming back.
. .a.. St■ ;.).<-.1 at Ins door lu d knocked ami
, ::ius. be let in.
j To Be Continued in Next Issue.
The Ten Ages of Beauty n<>. p—rar
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 lose, 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 inay have
queened it over her surroundings, but vast
numbers of her poor sisters toiled in un
speakable misery and degradation.
11 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 eudcation : and
it is only of late—that is. in the last twenty
years that some of the idiotic harriers of
fashion which have impeded the progress
of flic 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 lhe popular fashion of
the late seventies.
She trailed a dress which contained from
twenty Io torty-two yards of material
through lhe dust, for the unhygienic train
was necessary to her status, and no grown
up lady mi rit without one.
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and Muffs.”
Up-to-Date Jokes
"Why. Irene, dear, what has hap
pened" It is not a month since your
marriage, ami I find you in tears al
ready!"
"All Hilda, darling! George is stand
ing as candidate for congress you
know, and l'v> only just learned front
tlie opposition papers what a really
dreadful man I lune mi cried.”
Lady I ant looking for a governess
for my children.
Manager of Intelligence Office
Didn't we supply you with one last
w eek
"Yes "
"Well, madam, ai cording to iter re
port you don't need a governess; you
need a lion tamer."
"Now." said the warden to th. 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 1 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.
Goodbody
t'urate Er no. not exactly. Rut 1 did
a bit of house hunting w lien 1 tirst got
married, you know.
' Now they claim that the human body
contains sulphur."
"In what amount'.’"
"Oh. in varying quantities."
"Well, tiiat 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 ot what'.’
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Daysey May me and Her Folks
By Frances L. Garside
A DESPERATE REMEDY.
]’ T is hard work to get a girl started
to singing, but after she begins
something de perate must be done
' to induce her to stop.
There was company at the home of
Lysander John Appleton.
* Tlie company requested Daysey May
me to sing. She didn’t know anything
new she said.
"Sing the old." said tlie company.
She had a cold. Then they urged Iler
to 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 refits .
, 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 it by going to the
piano.
First. she sang something in some
foreign language. The company said
French. Italian and colored mammy,
and failed to come to a unanimous de
• eislon.
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 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 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. i
The company began to fidget. Ine
> '
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,
bunehed-up bustle, which today seems positively grotesque.
I nder 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 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 loot, for the woman with big feet was desper
ately mortified, and considered that she must hide them and
suffer untold agony in shoes that uo sane woman of today
would think of wearing.
Comparatively few women wear pads nowadays, and
good figures are developed by exercise and athletics. In
those 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 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 he thankful.
company got up. Tlie company went
home. Still Daysey Mayme sang on.
Her father grumbled to his w ife, then
lie grumbled to Daysey Mayme. then
he used words so big the.v will be sent
to the state chemist to be analyzed
Still Daysey Mayme sang on.
Then Lysander John, realizing that
desperate ills requite desperate rerm
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 \ OU 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 be pre
served inaoy months before it can be
placed on the market, but the Dutch
farmer has found that by passing an
electr'e 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 HAIR|
A Little Sage and Sulphur i
Makes Gray Hair Vanish—A
Remedy for All Hair Troubles.
Who does not know the value of Sage
ami 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, eelled Wyeth's Sage and
Sulphur Hair Remedy, in which Sage
and Sulphur me 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 fit’ty-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.)
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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 wa r
returned while I was going with
him; but since I have returned tn
the city T have not seen or heard
from him. I 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 this man’s midsummer fanci.
Forget him, as he has plainly forgotten
you, and never again take too seriously
the vows of a man you know so littl ■
about.
THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
T 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. ’I 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
to tell the party he could not be
present, telling me to stav 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 I was waiting. 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 waft? BELLE.
You show yourself of little spirit
waiting the second time for such a
man.
There Is no happiness with a man
like that. For your own good, break
the engagement!
A SPLENDID FOOD TOO
SELDOM SERVED
Tn 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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$4.75 Per Ton
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There lias been many cases of piles
cured 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. Shuptrine. Sa
vannah, Ga.
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Crippled §
Children fi
Club Feet. Dinease® of the Spine tSS
and Hip Joints. Paralysis and
other afflictions succeesfully l/TOf
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