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inlE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE PAGE
“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green
J Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
■ , 1?11. Street & Smith.)
fl c 'y’ighh 1911. by Dodd. Mead & Co.)
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
1 with a breath of decided
■ - back and threw himself on
■ - -.ad .really been a trial for
. | mere under the other's eye,
■ ■„Vinn,.! refused to formulate his
■ ...... '„ it n any satisfaction when
■ fear 'self What there was in the
■ ':.:.‘;;,.'s l gg..st;ve <d death to the wom-
■ ‘ „ r harm to himself.
■ J, ‘ . . ..rr.ng light bring counsel, as
■ ; ■' similar cases. He felt the mys-
■ in the hubbub and restless
■ rjL.il’ir the .lay than in the night's si
fl ! w l inactivity. He was glad when
■ , , f six gave him an excuse to
| the and gladder yet when in
■ ran upon an old woman from
■ ring room, who no sooner saw
■ ~ <> .■ leered at him and eagerly
rr-mii rkyii •
9 ni’.icb sleep, eh? We dkln t think
■ like it. I'id you see anything'.'”
■ VW this gave him the one excuse he
H wanted. . .
■ nng?" be repeated, apparent-
■ cable innocence. "What
■ v,, ; i mean by that
■ ..i ; knew what happened in that
■ ■'p.,i l -t i-H me!” he shouted out. I
B : , v ... ■ t<, boar any nonsense. I
■ ” I've got to be at the shop
■ ..,1 I don't feel very well. What
■ -• p.e mumbled in drawing off.
■ .n-mgh for the woman to hear.
.. -■ unpleasant I'm sure.” Then
■ he tan <'■ wnstairs.
B , ast :ix he found the janitor.
B ... all . i -a arance. in a state of
■ . nt ..i.i he spoke very fast.
B -I -lay another night in that
■ io ml:.' declared, breaking in
■ -v>,•• • f am!ly were eating breakfast
B "1 . on't want to make any
H <rm :me 1 .brn't want to give my rea-
■ l-.i ti.a’ room don't suit me. I'd
B r;,p- r t 0., tin- dark one y.,n talked about
■ vest-r.iu} I! er- s tic money. Have my
|i-j; . d today, will ye?”
B - [: ... Ing out after one night's
H ..,i- a. g t: t room a bad name."
B - •- i .i.it.r. rising awkwardly.
H -fl. 1,.-;i be tail: and 1 won’t be aMe to
B f> iain cm all winter.”
H ~n.-«:is>d .'very man hasn't the
M -ero- I i:.vc You'll let ! t in a week. |
H •: ;! let or not let, I'm going front into [
M r uh - iark room. 1'1! get the boss to
K let 'T at half past tour. So that’s
B| settled."
■ I! waited mr reply and got none;
M ~i wia-ii la appeared promptly at a
B .fir of t:\i-. ic found his few belong-
B e- rnwo ;. middle room on the
B a: til tloor of the front building, wnich,
B • perhaps, chanced to be next door to
B < - i:e he 1 ad held under watch the night
B before
B . i e first page of his adventure in the
B i-ks street tenement had been turned,
B -irni h- was ready to start upon another.
A Book Plays Leading Part.
B tv urn Mr Brotherson came in that'
B i si: .lw noticed that the door of the
B mi n adjoining his owm stood open. He |
B hesitate. Making immediately for |
B ■ ! '■ took a glance inside, then spoke 1
B in with a ringing intonation: '!
B "Halliud Coming to live in this hole'."' i
B citpant a young man, evidently!
B • workman and somewhat sickly if one ;
B liidge from Ids complexion turned
B r.i Irum some tinkering he was en- !
B -igti; ir and met the intruder fairly,
B |n face If his Jaw fell, it seemed '
B from admiration. No other emotion i
B 1 hate so igiiited his eye as ho took :
B other's proportions and command-
K : ..iims ,\'o dress - Brotl.erson was ■
■ n in any other than the home :
■ n these days—could make bin. i
■ ' oiiimi ti <.r akin to his surroundings, i
■ i-ii near or far. his presence :
■ la; ‘- "'I sin prise, and surprise was!
B young man showed, as he I
B tnswered briskly:
B if is to be my castle. Are sou I
■ '■■ -niu: of the buildings? If so—
B i the owner. I live next door.
B '-en you before, young man?''
■ ir was there a more penetrating eye
■ ■ "rlando RrotPerson's. As lie asked
B i it took some effort on the
B '■ other to hold Ids own and
DANGER PERIOD
(WOMANS'LIFE
FROM 45 to 50
p
ntcresting Experience of Two
Women— Their Statements
Worth Reading.
. ; le ’ A ’-C. —“ I suffered for years
.J ' 1 trouble while going through
change of Life. I tried a local phy- ’
■' a couple of years without any
benefit Finally after re
suggestions to try Lydia E. Pink
'■ ' (retable Compound, I quit myj
' a;: and commenced using it with;
I P'est results. I am today prac-l
11 woman and anxious to con
" y mite towards inducing others
~ medicine, as I am fullyl
<1 that it will cure the ailments
cha',".." lUC b 1 suffered if given a fair
think this letter w iH contrib-
! • i.Awards further introducing
-’.vines to afflicted women who
g through this trying period,
‘ • great pleasure I consent to its
A~? rs - JuLIA A - Moork >
St., Asheville, N. C.
rii<‘ Case of Mrs. Kirlin.
' ill®, Ohio.—“l can truthfully
never had anything do me so
during Change of Life as Ly-
■ f ham s Vegetable Compound,
r ' 1 la d taken one half a bottle
eon - '!'-' i , f a ) n - to ee ' better, and I have
than takln &it. My health is better
been for several years. If
an ,v °uld take it they would es
,/ ■ Pain and misery at this time
.V T 7 M r s- Alk ' e kirlin, 358 W.
" ' l .’ Circleville, Ohio.
e • Life is one of the most
. i -riods of a woman’s existence,
umeswomen may rely upon Lydia
“ lkhttm 8 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?”
) es, and I’m an A-l man at my 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
1 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,” he
whispered. "I didn't know, and took the
room which had a window in it; but—”
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 be 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?”
\es; they told me so this morning.”
;'\ Vaa ,. t , hat ‘he first you’d heard of it?”
'Sure!'' The word almost 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 every feature—plain, unmistakable,
downright disguse, and nothing more!
'I his 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. Bu| he 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 ha wanted was to catch the secret
sigh, the muttered word, the involuntary
movement. He wus 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
Ins miserable cot into the darkness of
that sei aratfng closet, and with no re
sult. His task looked hopeless; no won
der that he could get no rest.
Next morning lie felt ill, but he rose all
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
Brotherson. “I noticed that you did not
look well last night. Won’t you come in
and share my pot 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'll manage, all right. I’d rather. I’m
not quite dressed, you see, and I must get
to the shop.”
Then he thought—" What an opportu
nity I’m losing. Have I any right to turn
tail because he plays his game from the
outset with trumps? No, I've a small
trump somewhere about me to lay- on this
trick It isn't an ace. but it'll show I'm
not chicane." And smiling, though not
with his usual cheerfulness. Sweetwater
added, “Is the coffee all made? I might
take a drop of that. But you mustn’t
ask me to eat—l just couldn’t.”
“Yes. the coffee is made and it isn't
mad cither. You’d better put on your
coat; the ball is draughty.” And wait
ing till Sweetwater did so, he led the way
buck to his own rcom. Brotherson’s man
ner expressed perfect ease, Sweetwater's
not. He knew himself changed in looks,
in bearing, in feeling even; but w-as 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 chai he had been that night
that lie felt his old assurance revive in
lime to ease a situation which had no
counterpart in his experience.
"I am going out myself today, so
we will have to 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
ing in contract to the shabby furniture
and the otherwise homely fittings.
“Y’es, I've enough for that kind of
thing," was liis host's reply. But the
tone was reserved, and Sweetwater did
not presume along this line. Instead, he
looked at the books piled upon the shelvee
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 cowed by the pen
etrating eye he encountered whenever he
yielded to the fascination exerted by Mr.
Brotherson’s personality and looked hie
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 hie
coat and a conviction which led him to
empty out the contents of a entail phial
which he took down from a shelf. He had
told Mr. Gryce that he was eager for tha
business because of its difficulties, but
that was when he w-as 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 heard 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 his door, h>d knocked and
must be let in.
To Be Continued in Next Issue,
The Ten Ages of Beauty
lllustr
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
en joying 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.
It was onlj’ 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 eudeation : and
it is only of late—that is, in the last twenty
years—that some »f the idiotic barriers of
fashion which have impeded the progress
of the sex have at last heen 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 went 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, 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 Thougii Married?”
Naggs—Of course not. 1 know how
without reading it.
Mrs. Naggs—Well, how?
Naggs—Get a divorce.
Sportsman—l suppose you have never
had anything to do with racing, Mr.
Goodbody?
Curate—Er—no. not exactly. But I did
a bit of house hunting 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 may account for some
girls making better matches than oth
ers."
First Student —What maizes that red
spot on your nose?
Second Student —Glasses.
First Student — Glasses of what?
rations from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September.
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Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
Bv Frances L. Garside
A DESPERATE REMEDY.
IT is hard work to get a girl started
to singing, but after she begins
something desperate must be done
to induce her to atop.
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
to sing anyway, assuring her they were
not critical, and would never notice her
Blight 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 Che.-tei field would
Urge no more, became a little less in
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
cision.
In the next aung she gaigied 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
they haven’t them, and those who have
homes because their homes don’t suit
them.
Then she sang a lullaby whick
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
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
tightest corsets she could squeeze herself into. A waist of
eighteen inches, which js 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
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 fishionable in those days one had to risk one's
health, and i 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 be thankful.
company got up. The company went
home. Still Daysey Mayme sang on.
Her lather grumbled to his wife, then
he grumbled to Daysey Mayme, then
he used words so big they will be sent
to the state chemist to be analyzed.
Still Daysey Mayme sang on.
Then Lysander John, realizing that
desperate ills require desperate reme
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 You 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 «« set high.
Manitoba, in northwest Canada,
which contains nearly 30,000,000 acres
of arable land, has only one-sixtli 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 8,424 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 bo pre
served many months before it tan be
No. Q——The Victorian Girl
placed on the market, but the Dutch
farmer has found that by passing an
electric- current through tlie cheese
blocks they can be “matured” within 24
hours. Recent experiments In Switzer
land have been very successful.
A HARMLESS WAY
TO DARKEN THE HAIR
A Little Sage and Sulphur
Makes Gray Hair Vanish—A
Remedy for All Hair Troubles.
Who does not know the value of Sage
land 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 tin- hair is held by many scalp
specialists to be < onnected with loss of
color and vitality of the pair. Un
questionably, there is no better remedy
for hair and Scalp troubles, especially
premature grayin ss, than Sage and
Sulphur, if properly prepared.
Tlie Wyeth Chemical Company of
New York put out an ideal preparation
of this kind, called Wyeth's Sage and
Sulphur Ilaii Remedy, in which Sage
and Sulphur are 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-rent 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 tlie money will be refunded if
the reined} is not exactly as repre
sented. .(Advt.)
"Z pR WOOLLErs SANITARIUM
A ’ J *i»i • I and *>l inebriety and
IfnwW Opium and whisky «
et*hwy" - • • f ''’Sf'VfflW J years' experience shows
L* SUttm these diseases are eurable Patients alto treated at their
ft'-j 1 'r-'CyLf homes. Consultation confidential A book on the sub-
A J ect free nR n n WOOLLEY & son., Ne. 1-A Via.
•be"***"" 1,1 tor Sanitarium. Atlanta. Ge.
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 was
returned while I was going with
him; but since I have returned to
the city I have not seen or heard
from him. I feel very imich 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 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 00
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 me postal
cards, but that is all.
I love him dearly, but have not
heard from him for three months.
DOMITEXLLA.
I am afraid you have given yout
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 ver 1 ’
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 ba
present, telling m« to stay at home
and wait for him. I waited for two
hours. When he cama home he
told me that the party there had
detained him, knowing all th* while
that 1 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. Let it take the place
of potatoes. Macaroni has as
great a food value aa 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 bv
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. Louie, Mo.
WILTON JELLICO
COAL
$4.75 Per Ton
SEPTEMBER DELIVERY
The Jellico Coal Go.
82 Peachtree Street
Both Phones 3668
PILES CURED FOR 50c.
There has been many cases of piles
cured by a single 50c box of Tetterine.
Tetterine cures all skin and sculp erup
tions, itching piles, dandruff, old sores,
eczema, tetter and ringworm.
Tetterine can be bad at all druggists or
by sending 50c to J. H. Shubtrine. Sa
vannah. Ga.
Help for the J®
Crippled
Children
Club Feet. Diseases of the Spine jfflg'flre.'
and Hio Joints, Paralysis and
other afflk-tioni sueceeafully IJWW
treated. Eetablished 33 years.
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