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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. W r', ——-~ c ' ■ Xh '--I PII ’ "Wtr'A i(, ii J. <. l< £ / 4 ) 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, 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'.’ ,\ i - - z a fids a / * i TAS’ 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.) DR. WOOLLEY’S SANITARIUM A I*ll • I and a " inebriety gM Opium and Whisky aaSaSSiff 'yUtaaM* these diseases are durable. Patients also treated a’ ' ?• . . homes Consultation eonfldet tlal y hook on •■ ’ jKjjySKnß jert free DR B B WOOLLEY £ SON., 3-A ‘ tor Sanltwiuai. Atlanta Qa. 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. WILTON JELLICO | COAL $4.75 Per Ton I SEPTEMBER DELIVERY | The Jellico Coal Co. I 82 Peachtree Street 1 Both Phones 3868 || PILES CURED FOR 50c. 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. Help for the Crippled § Children fi Club Feet. Dinease® of the Spine tSS and Hip Joints. Paralysis and other afflictions succeesfully l/TOf treated. Established 38 years, m faak Write today for illustrated cat- V fill alog, J HnjL National Surgical Institute, 72 S. Pryor St. Atlanta, Ga.