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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. *1 AM t W. w &"'< ? f-• \) ,--"x '“M/ K « Mi' M ' I JJJL ' it I As! V This Picture by Nell Brinkley Is Reproduced by Permission and Accompanies an Article by Octave Uzanne on "The Story of Furs and Muffs.” Up-to-Date Jokes “Why, Irene, dear, what has hap pened? It is not a month since your marriage, and I find you in tears al ready!” “Ah. Hilda, darling! George is stand ing as candidate for congress, you know, and I’ve only just learned from the opposition papers what a really dreadful man I have married." Lady—l am looking for a governess for my children. Manager of Intelligence Office— Didn’t we supply you with one last week? “Yes." “Well, madam, according to her re port you don’t need a governess; you need a lion tamer." “Now," said the warden to the forger, who had just arrived at the prison, “we’ll set you to work. What can you do best?” “Well, if you’ll give me a week's practice on your signature, I’ll sign your official papers for you," said the prisoner. Mrs. Naggs—John, have you read this magazine article entitled “How To Be Happy 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. V.!V\ T V '' i/ I I A .ms®'!'" \'« y' aßWisßfe; MW 7 w i v A O’s I W am r yb - il ’ Ml K- ,u ‘ f *“~ -~u 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. Write today for illustrated cat- 1/ [TF alog. I fjA National Surgical Institute, ‘ffW* 72 S. Pryor St. Atlanta. Ge. T