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THE OEOBOIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE Only By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead A- Co ) TODAY'S INSTALLMENT. Sweetwater. with a breath of decided relief, stepped bark and threw himself <>n the bed. It had really been a trial for him to stand there tinder the other's eye, though his mind refused to formulate his fear, or to give him any satisfaction when he asked himself what there was in the situation suggestive of death to the worn an or harm to himself Nor did morning light bring counsel, m is usual in similar eases lie felt the mys tery more in the hubbub and restless turmoil of the day than in the night’s si lence and Inactivity He was glad when the stroke of six gave him tin excuse o. leave the room, and gladder vet when in doing so. he ran upon an old woman from n neighboring room, who no sooner saw him than she leereel at him and eagerly (•marked: •’Not much 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”' lie 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 ”1 don't want to hear any nonsense. I haven't time I've got to be at the shop at seven and 1 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 ”1 won’t stay another night In that room. ' lie loudly declared, breaking in where the family were gating breakfast by lamplight ’1 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 dartt one you talked about yesterday There's the money Have my things moved today, will ye'.'" “But your moving out after one night's stay will give that room a bad name." 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. But lot or not let, I'm going front into the little dark room. I'll got the boss to let me off at half past four. So that’s set t led." Ho waited for no reply and got none, but when he appeared promptly at a quarter of the. he found his few belong ings moved into a middle room on the fovttli floor of the front building, which. odd! 1 perhaps, chanced to be next door to the one he had held under watch the night b rt *‘ore. 'I I- first page of bls adventure In the !• --k licet tenement had been turned. : and be w i eady to start upon another I . . Book Plays Leading Part. V i Mr Brotherson came tn that 1 n gb: It i .diced that the door of the ; . d i ’ .‘■itate Making Immediately for ! It. be look a glance Inside, then spoke! i>P v. itl a ringing intonation: "lh:!loo! Coining to live In this hole?" ] The < oeupant a young man. evidently ; a«• rl.mau and somewhat sickly If one j <o dd judge from his complexion turned . around from some tinkering lie was cn- ■ gaged ’n and met the intruder fairly, lace io fare If bis jaw fell, it seemed to be from admiration. No other emotion would have so Igihted his eye as he took In the other's proportions and command- i ing features. No dress Brotherson was ' never seen in any other than the home ! Best garb in these days could make him ; look common or akin to his surroundings I Whether seen near or far. hls presence always caused surprise, and surprise was what the young man showed, as he answered briskly: "Yes, this Is to be my castle Are you the owner of the buildings'; If so ‘T am not the owner. I live next door. Haven't I seen you before, young man'."' Never teas there a more penetrating eye than Orlando Brotherson’s. As he asked this qeustion it took some effort on the part of the other to hold hls 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 sician for a couple of years without any substantial benefit Finally after re peated suggestions to try Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound, I quit my physician and commenced using it with the happiest results. I am today prac tically a well woman and anxious to con-, tribute my mite towards inducing others to try your great medicine, as I am fully persuaded that it will cure the ailments from which I suffered if given a fair, chance. “If you think this letter will contrib ute anything towards further introducing' your medicines to afflicted women who! are passing through this trying period,! it is with great pleasure I consent to its publication. ” —Mrs. Julia A. Moore, i 17 East St., Asheville, N. C. The Case of Mrs. Kirlin. Circleville, Ohio. —“I can truthfully say that I never had anything do me so! much good during Change of Life as Ly- 1 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’ . A t such times women may rely upon Lydia E. 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 follow 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 tail Hr dherson stared at the youth, then ventured an other question; "A carpenter, eh?" "Yes. and Um an A-l man at my job. Excuse my brag. It’s my one card of introduction.” "I've seen you. I've seen you some where else than in Schuper’s shop. Do you remember me?" "No, sir; I’m sorry to be imperlite, but I don’t remember you at all Won't you sit down? ft'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. "I didn't know, and took the room which had a window in it; hut ” The stop was significant, so was his smile which had a touch of sickliness In it, as well as humor But Brotherson was not to 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?" 'Yes: they told me so this morning” "Was that the first you’d heard of it?" "Sure! The word almost lumped at the questioner "Do you suppose I'd have taken the room if ” But here the intruder, with a disdain ful grunt. turned ami went mil, disgust every lea ure plain, tfnnt is takable, downright disgu.se. and nothing more! This was what gave Sweetwater his second bad night; tilts and a certain dis covery he made. He had counted on hear ing what went on in the neighboring room through the partition running hack of his own closet. But he could heat nothing, unless it was the shutting down of a window, a loud sneeze, or the rat- j fling of coals as they were put on the lire And these possessed no significance. ■ What he wanted was to catch the secret ugh. the muttered word, the involuntary movement. He was too far removed from this man still How should he manage to got nearer him at the door of his mind -of his heart Sweetwater stared all night from his miserable cot into the darkness of i that separating closet, and with no re sult His task looked hopeless; m> won der that he could got no rest Next morning he felt ill. but he rose all the same, and tiled to get his own break fast. He had but partially succeeded and was sitting on the edge of his bed in i wretched discomfort, when tbc veri man he was thinking of appeared at his door “I ve come to sec how you are," said I Brotherson "I noticed that you did not look well last night Won't you come in t and share my pot of coffee'."’ "I i can't eat." mumbled Sweetwater, jon otter in his life thrown completely , 'ft hls balance "You're very kind, but l I I'll manage all right I’d rather. I'm | I not quite dressed, you see. and I must get 1 to the shop." ll.cn he thought "What an opportu (bit' Im losing Have I any right to tut: all because lie plays his game from the outset with trumps? No, I've a small '■ Hump somewhere about me to lay on this i trick It isn't an ace, but it'll show I'm I not chicane " And smiling, though nei j with itis usual cheerftilnes.-. Sweetwate added, "Is the coffee all made.' I might i take a drop of that But you mustn't I ask me Io eat 1 just couldn't." "les. the coffee is made and It Isn't mail 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 hls 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" (’he looking glass he passed on hls way to the table where the simple breaklast was spread out showed him a figure so unlike the alert, businesslike chap he had been that night that he felt hls old assurance revive in time to ease a situation which had no counterpart In his experience. "1 am going , out myself today, so Iwe will have te hurry a bit,” was I Brotherson’s tir.-t remark as they seated themselves at tabh "Do you like your coffee plain or with milk in it?" “Plain Go, ' 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 I high order, tacked along the wall separat >mg the two rooms They were unframed, I but tin y were mostly copies of great pic. lures, ami the effect was rather Impos img in contract to the shabby furniture | and the otherwise homely fittings. 'Yes. Iv< enough for that kind of thing was bis host's reply But the tone was reserved, and Sweetwater did ma presume along this line Instead, lie i looked at the books piled upon the shelves 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 lie made no more di rect remarks Was he eowed by the pen etrating eye lie encountered whenever lie ' yleldeil to the fascination exerted by .Mr. | Brotherson’s personality and looked Ids way'.’ He hated to think so. yet some thing held him in cheek and made him I listen, open-mouthed, when the other ehose to speak I set there was one cheerful moment. ! It was when he noticed tile careless way i in which those books were arranged upon I their shelves. An idea had come to him. i He hid I s relief in his cup. as he drained ‘ the last drops of the coffee which really I tasted better than he had expt eted. When he returned from work that al’t- I ernoon it was with an auger under his | eoat amt a conviction which led him to I empty out the contents of a small phial J. which he look down from a shelf. He had j told Mr Gryce that he was eager for the us< ol its difflt ultles, but | tliat was when he was feeling tine and '| up to, any game which might come hls • way Xow hi telt weak ami easily dls . eour.iged 't ins would not do. He must ■ region his t .-alth at all hazards, so he poured mu Hie mixture which had given him smh a sickly air This done and a ' rude supper eaten, he took up his auger. He !:.o .aid Mr Brotherson’s step go 17y* But m\' minute he laid it down again in great haste and tiling a newspaper oyer it Mr BtotJieison was coming back l.ao stopi i at Ins door h,-<1 knocked and inns; be let m. : To Be Continued tn Next Issue. The Ten Ages of Beauty Victoria)l^i rl Illustrations from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September. By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. PEOPLE talk so much about the high cost of living, about immodest and impossible fashions, that we women frequently forget that we are living now in the very best time that ever was, and are enjoying more freedom than our sex has ever been allowed to indulge in before. The days of chivalry, with their tourna ments of love, their courts of honor and their queens of beauty, had a very seamy side, and women in most ways were little better than slaves. Before the l’’reneh revolution the aristo cratic woman of wealth may have queened it over Iter surroundings, but vast, numbers of her poor sisters toiled in un speakable misery and degradation. It was only after the beginning of the nineteenth century and well along toward the middle of it that women were permit ted to have some sort of an eudcation : and it is only of late—that is, in the last twenty years -that some of the idiotic barriers of fashion which have impeded the progress ol the sex have at last been ridiculed into the limbo of bygone horrors Look at the beauty in the picture. Your mother dressed this way. for this pretty girl is arrayed in the popular fashion of the late seventies. She trailed a dress which contained from twenty to forty-two yards of material through the dust, for the unhygienic train was necessary to her status, and no grown up lady wt nt without one. i *>•wr / Jsr \!t;|§ - .. ■ x —'— ~ 7' ' >v- - -u z/J -. > r -\ </< , \; Y Z .iv I- \ v< I < 'MI '■ ' I1 i ! J u ■' ' I I 1! r w S 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 pen e<ilt is not a month since your marriage, and I lind you in tears al ready I ” "Ah Hilda, darling’. George is stand-i ing as candidate for congress, you know. ami I’ve only just learned from , the opposition papers what a really dreadful man 1 have married.'' T.ady I am looking for a governess for my children Manager of Intelligence Office Didn't we supply von 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 .hr t arrived at the prison, "well set you to work What .in you do best ?" "Well, f you'll give me a weeks practice on your signature. I'll sign your official papers for you." said the prisoner. Mrs. Naggs John, have you read jthi.s magazine article entitled "How To Be Happy Though Married ' Naggs -Of coursi not I know how without reading it. Mis Naggs W. H, how ' Naggs ylet a divorce. Sportsman -1 suppose you have never had anything to do with racing. Mr. Goodbody" Curate i- r no. not exactly. But 1 did a bit of house hunting when 1 first got married you know. Now they claim that the human body contains sulphur.” “In w hut amount ?" "Oh. in varying quantities." "Well, that may account for some glris making better matches than oth- First Student- What makes that red spot on your nose" Sei end Student —Glasses First Student—Glasses of what? • \ . > Vi 17, ' ■ wW Ku Ovv- Daysey May me and Her Folks By Frances L. Garside A DESPERATE REMEDY. IT is hard work to get a girl started to singing, but after she begins something de rate must be done to induce her to stop. There was company at the home of Lysatider John Appleton The company requested Daysey May me to sing. She didn't know anything new she said "Sing the old ' said tile company She had a cold. Then they urged her to sing anyway, assuring her they were not critical, and would never notice her slight hoarseness. She would like to accommodate them, she said, but really she couldn't sing a note tonight She was not in the mood. The company knew what was expect ed of company in good society and per sisted And Daysey Mayme. in her shy. billboard fashion, continued to refuse. The company, feeling at the end of j tn hour that even <'hesterfield w ould urge no more became a little loss in sistent. Daysey Mayme saw the sign of war ing interest and met it by going to the pia no. First, she sang something tn some foreign language. The company said French. Italian and colored mammy, and failed to come to a unanimous de cision. In the next song she gargled with her notes in away that made the com pany look for the bottle and the spoon. Then she sang "Home. Sweet Home." and the company wept in observance of the time-honored custom that every one should keep when hearing this song—those who haven't homes because •hey haven't them, and those who have homes because their homes don't suit t hem 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 Maytnt sang on. The company began to fidget. The You may rail against the short hobble skirt, but it is a million times more healthful than these trains, with their yards of scalloped and piped material, and the great, big, 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 l> inn far too big for the high-bred gentlewoman of the sev enties, who pinched her vital organs into sixteen inches of space, and then wondered what was the matter with her. On her feet this lady wore shoes at least one size small er than her foot, for the woman with big feet was desper ately mortified, and considered that she must hide them and suffer untold agony in shoes that no sane woman of today would think of wearing. Comparatively few women wear pads nowadays, and good figures arc developed by exercise and athletics. In those days almost every woman wore pads of some sort to simulate the periect 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 187!>. To be fashionable in those days one had to risk one’s health, ami 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. company got up. The company went I home Still Daysey Mayme sang on. s Her father grumbled to his w ife, then . he grumbled to Daysey Mayme. then he used words so big tin y wiil b. st nt . to the state chemist to be analyzed. Still Daysey May me sang on. Then Lysander John, realizing that despetate ills require desperate term - ; dies, attached a dynamite fuse to the piano and blew it out 'of the window. Still Daysey May me sang on. U Inch explains why Lysander John . is bound to the couch this week with . strong leather straps. His family is afraid that in his wrath he will fly to pieces and spoil the wall paper. Do You Know—- Launched at Birkenhead, the biggest r; floating dock in the world is capable 1 of lifting battleships with a displace ment of 32,000 tons. It covers an area of two and a quarter acres, is 6SO feet long, 144 feet wide and 66 set high. Manitoba, in northwest Canada, which contains nearly 3ii.otai.oiin acres i of arable land, has only one-sixth of this amount under cultivation. Letters to Japan which arc 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 f 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 many months before it can be placed on the market, but the Dutch farmer has found that by passing an electr'.c current through the cheese blocks they can be "matured" within 24 hours. Recent experiments in Switzer land have been very successful. J HARMLESS W TODARKENTHEH4IR A Little Sage and Sulphur Makes Gray Hair Vanish —A Remedy for All Hair Troubles. \\ hn does not know the value of Sage and Sulphur for keeping the hair dark, soft and glossy and in good condition? As a matter of fact. Sulphur is a nat ural element of hair, and a deficiency of it in the hair is held by many scalp specialists to b 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. Ihe * W yeth t’hemieal Company of New York put out an ideal preparation of this kind, called Wyeth's Sage and Sulphur Hait Remedy, in which Sage and Sulphur .ire 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 fifty-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 day s' 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 exactlv as repre sented. (Advt.) DR. WOOLLEY’S SANITARIUM sjpgM Opium ano Whisky ss-taw sru r * years experience shows these diseases are curable. Patients also 'rea’ed at their KffiffirlEMßTOiiihomes. Consultation confidential. A book on the suh- ZSaMMBlfi l ect P. R B B WOLLEY i SOK'., Ke. 3.A Vi*, tor Simit*rlutu. Atlanta. Qa. - 1 — 3 - Advice to the Lovelorn ' —— By Beatrice Fairfax. HE WAS A SUMMER FLIRT. Dear Miss Fairfax: Last glimmer I met a young man at the seashore and we became very friendly. I am very much in love with him, and know my love was returned while I was going with him; but since I have returned to the city I have not seen qr 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 not mean when under the influence of the sea and a summer moon. You are a victim of this man’s midsummer fancy. Forget him, as he has plainly forgotten you, and never again take too seriously the vows of a man you know so little about. THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen and in love with a man eight years my senior who is a good friend of my uncle. He has taken me out three or four times, and has sent tne 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: 1 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 ho 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 wait? 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 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. Lei. 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 I COAL $4.75 Per Ton I SEPTEMBER DELIVERY I The Jellico Coal Co. 82 Peachtree Street Both Phones 3668 PILES CURED FOR 50c. There has been many eases 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. Sbuptrine. Sa vannah. Ga. Help for the Crippled § Children si Club Feet. Diseases of the Spine bmbfewjßx and Hip Joints, Paralysis and other afflictions succeesfully vfftßT treated. Established 38 years, pi Write today for illustrated cat- M [j r alog, I Zlffl National Surgical Institute, iqro 72 S. Pryor St. Atlanta. Ga.