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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modem Times
(Carnright. 1911. Street * Smith.)
t , pyright, 1911. by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT
■ U it a tally? A woman's weak eva-
: ~f the strong silence of a man?
maj ay so some day; but somehow,
; doubt It I doubt it."
• i 0 i reakfng of a chair the man with
. -cater! himself. There was no other
a soul in turmoil awakens no
Sweetwater envied the walls
■ng the unsympathetic reader,
old see. He could only listen.
\ little while; then that slight rustling
f the unfolding sheet. The fol-
■ : was read, and then the fourth and
■ I (rarest:
■id you think I had never seen you
, that day we met in Lenox? I am
r gto tell you a secret—a great, great
.....< such a one as a woman hardly
to her own heart.
an day. in each summer. I was sit-
■ In St. Bartholomews church, on Fifth
me. waiting for the services to be
lt was early and the congregation
as-emhling While idly watching the
■le coming in. 1 saw a gentleman pass
me up the aisle who made me for
ge all tie others, lie had not tl;e air
, f.-t New Yorker: he was not even dressed
r t\ -t ie. but as I noted his face and
, x ~. I said way down in my heart.
■| t the kind of man I could love: the
i; it I have ever seen who could
.... forget my own World and my
, ,;.. ;.|o.' It was a passing thought,
• -gotten Ait when in ’hat hour
r s . ::! > - sment and peril on Greylock
•mt n I looked tip into the face of my
~..iiet and saw again that countenance
... short a time before had called
life impulses till then utterly tin-
•• n I knew that my hour was come,
•t tl it was why my confidence was so
sr • •:.ii.iin« and my belief In the future
so absolute.
■ i-t your love, which will work
and 1 trust my own, • which
-i • ng at a look but only gathered
■c.-ili md permanence when I found
i|i.i- soul of the man I loved bet-
i I is outward attractions, making the
my folish girlhood seem as un-
■ ■ '.H and cvanc.-Fent as a dream in
ah v. Ing nuontide."
"Mi Own:
■ .. : say so now. for you have writ
■ me. and 1 have the dancing words
v. 't to silence any unsought doubt
SAVED FROM
ANJJPERftTION
How Mrs. Reed of Peoria, 111,,
Escaped The Sur
geon’s Knife.
Peoria, TIL “ I wish to let every one
know what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable
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forme. For two years
I suffered. The doc
tor said I had a tumor
and the only remedy
was the surgeon’s
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today I a well and
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Kt— l , 105 Mound St, Peoria, 111.
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Id, I had severe organic inflam
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’ tit did not seem as though I could
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•n one of my friends recommended
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’ ' ■I, Jessup, Pa.
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•Irtiggl ,t for Tetterllie
1 <1 aOe to the Shuptrlne
which might subdue the exuberance of
these secret outpourings.
"I did not expect this. I thought that
you would remain as silent as myself.
But men’s ways are not our ways. They
can not exhaust longing in purposeless
words on scraps of soulless paper, and 1
am glad that they can not. I love you
sot your impatience; for your purpose,
and for the manliness which will win for
you yet all that you covet of fame, ac
complishment and love. You expect no
reply, but there are ways in which one
can keep silent and yet speak. Won’t
you be surprised when your answer comes
in a manner you have never thought of?”
Confusion
In his interest in what was going on on
the other side of the wall. Sweetwater
had forgotten himself. Daylight had de
clined, but in the darkness of the closet
th's change had passed unheeded. Night
itself might come, but that should net
force him to leave his post so long as his
neighbor remained behind his locked door,
brooding over the words of love and de
votion which had come to him. as it were,
from the other world.
But he was brooding? That sound of
iron clattering upon iron! That smother
ed exclamation and the laugh which
ended it! Anger and determination rang
in that laugh. It had a hideous sound
which prepared Sweetwater for the smell
which now reached his nostrils. The let
ters were burning; this time the lid had
been lifted from the stove with unrelent
ing purpose. Poor Edith t’halloner’s
touching words had met a different fate
from any which she. in her ignorance of
this man s nature, a nature to which she
I had ascribed untold perfections—could
poss’bly have conceived.
As Sweetwater thought of this, he stir
red nervously in the darkness, and
broke into silent investivc against the
man who could so insult the memory of
one who had perished under the blight
of his own coldness and misunderstand
ing. Then he suddenly started back sur
prised and apprehensive. Brotherson had
unlocked ihs door, and was com’ng rapid-
Ily his way. Sweetwater heard his step
in the ball and bad hardly time to hound
j from his closet, when saw his own door
burst in and found himself face to face
with his redoubtable neighbor, in a state
of such rage as few men could meet with
out quailing, even were they of his own
stature, physical vigor and prowess; and
Sweetwater was a small man.
However. disappointment such as he
had just experienced brings with it a
I desperation which often outdoes courage.
I and the detective, smiling with an air
I of gay surprise, shouted out;
"Well, what’s the matter now? Has
' the machine busted, or tumbled into the
re or sailed away to lands unknown out
• f your open window?”
"You were coming out of the closet,”
was the fierce rejoinder. "What have you
got there? Something which concerns
me, or why should your face go pale at
my presence and your forehead drip with
weat? Don’t think that you’ve deceiv
'd me for a moment as to your business
, re. I recognized you Immediately.
You’ve played the stranger well, but
you’ve a nose and an eye nobody could
forget. I have known all along that I had
1 police spy for a neighbor: but it didn't
fcaze me. I've nothing to conceal, and
wouldn't mind a regiment of you fellows
if you’d only play a straight game. But
when it comes to foisting upon me a par
cel of letters to which I have no right,
and then setting a fellow like you to count
ny groans or whatever else they expect
ed to bear. I have a right to defend my
self. and defend myself I will, by God!
But first, let me be sure that my accusa
tions will stand. Come into the closet
with me. It abuts on the wall of my
loom and has its own secret, 1 know.
What is it'.’ I have you at an advantage,
now. and you shall tell.”
lie did have Sweetwater at an advan
tage. and the detective knew it. and dis
dained a struggle which would have only
called, up a crowd, friendly to the other
but inimical to himself. Allowing Broth
erson to drag him into the closet, he stood
tuiescent, while the determined man who
i held him with one hand, felt about with the
■liter over the shelves and along the parti
tions till he came to the hole which had
offered such a happy means of communi
cation between the two rooms. Then,
i with a laugh almost as bitter in tone as
that which rang from Brotherson's lip he
acknow)- ged that business had its neces
sities and that apologies from him were
in order: adding, as they both stepped
"out into the rapidly darkening room;
"We've played a bout, we two; and
you’ve come out ahead. Allow me to
congratulate you. Mr. Brotherson. You've
• cleared yourself so far as I am concerned.
T leave this ranch tonight.”
The frown had come back to the fore
jhead of the indignant man who confronted
him.
"So you listened,” he cried: “listened
■ when you weren't sneaking under my
: eye! A fine occupation for a man who
can dovetail a corner like an adept. I
wish I bad let you join the brotherhood
you were good enough to mention. They
would know how to appreciate your dou
ble gifts and how to reward your excel
lence in the one. if not the other. What
did the police expect to learn about me
that they should consider it necessary to
call into exercise such extraordinary tal
' ents?"
I "I’m not good at conundrums. I was
given a task to perform, and I performed
i it,” was Sweetwater’s sturdy reply. Then
' slowly, with his eye fixed directly upon
his antagonist, "I guess they thought you
a man. And so did I until I heard you
burn those letters. Fortunately we have
copies.”
"Letters!” Fury thickened the speak
i er’s voice, and lent a savage gleam to his
eye. “Forgeries! Make believes! Miss
Challoner never wrote the drivel you dare
to designate as letters. It was concocted
at police headquartrs. They made me tell
my story and then they found some one
who could wield the poetic pen. I’m ob
liged to them for the confidence they
i show in my credulity. I credit Miss Chal
loner with such words as have been given
me to read here today? 1 knew the lady,
and J know' myself. Nothing that passed
between us. not an event in which we
were both concerned, has been forgotten
by me, and no feature of our intercourse
fils the language you have ascribed to her.
On the contrary, there is a lamentable
contradiction betwen facts as they were
and the fancies you lave made her in
dulge in And this, as you must acknowl
edge not only proves their falsity, but
exonerates Miss Challoner from all pot
! sible charge of sentimentality."
"Yet she certainly wrote those letters.
We had them from Mr. Challoner. Th*
Woman who brought them was really Iter
I maid. \Vc have not dei-elved you In
. this."
“I do not believe you
t, r- *• . •
"My Secret of Beauty Is—Mother/’ Says Pretty Madge Kennedy
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MISS MADGE KENNEDY IN "LITTLE MISS BROWN
By MARGARET HIBBARD i
AYER.
IT would be difficult to find any one.
who looks less like the stereotyped I
actress, or like what one thinks an
actress ought to look oft or on the j
stage, than little Miss Brown, I mean <
little Miss Madge Kennedy.
“No girl could be as unsophisticated ;
as that." s.tid the hatchet - faced female
who sat next to me at the Forty-eighth '
Street theater and watched that in
genuous young person rush through the
adventures of' the screamingly funny ■
farce.
The vinegary lady should have been ■
with me when I visited Miss Blown at j
her apartment the next day.
I can’t help calling her Miss Frown. I
Every one does.
"Nobody calls me Miss Kenned) any ‘
more.” she said, as she led me into her
sitting room and settled herself oppo
site me in a great big chair.
“I am Miss Brown to everybody now,
but I really don't mind if only they like
the play.”
An Instant Appeal.
There Was something so sitiipie, so
straightforward, so girlish about the
little figure in the big chair that it
made an instant appeal, just as the
frank and honest little herdine does in t
the play.
She looks as all girls ought to look,
absolutely natural; there with not a
trace of inake-up on her face, and the
brown hair with the pretty reddish
lights was coiled closely around the
well shaped head in a pretty, youthful
fashion, just about as she wears it on
the stage.
She had on a simple white shirtwaist
and a dark skirt, and the high school
girls who pass by the window on their
way to school could not be less affect-
Do You Know—
Per thousand of the population of
Victoria, there are 451 with accounts in
the State Savings bank.
Available for homestead entry In Ore
gon there arc fifteen million acres of
lands of all classes.
Petroleum to the total of 345,000,000
barrels constitutes the world’s output
for last year.
Cucumbers were introduced into Eng
land from Holland four centuries ago
"Parks” for the culture of tortoises
for their shell exist in the Seychelles.
There are more than four and a half
million head of cattle in Ireland.
Os London's inhabitants 350 per l.Ofii
are country-born.
All-night banks are to be introduced
into London.
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D(L WOOLLEY’S SANITARIUM
f\ I till • I al, ‘ l all Inebriety and
mSsgaWl Opm and Whisky
~ fXpHrkn<e '•how*
JMRJJES*** then* discus*H ai • .-iirablr I 'at i»r ’ also tr» a tod Mt their
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ed, less stagey in their manner, nor
more suitably dressed, titan the little
gitl who hue set all Broadway talking,
and who doesn’t look over seventeen.
"I'm really scared to death to be in
terviewed," confessed little Miss Brown,
ami site looked at me xx itli those great
big eyes’, rather dreading the questions
I was going to ask her.
When it dawned upon her that she
was to figure as a mine of information
on the subject of How To Be Beauti
ful,” she threw back her head and
toared with glee, ami was not to be
pinned down at all to any methods of
diet, or del; :rte. whieh arc supposed to,
improve on nature.
Her Secret.
“You ean say llttit the sreeret of me
and whatever I am that is worth while
is tny mother.'' said Miss Kennedy, aft
er a while.
“She has done it all. I have the most
wonderful mother in the world, and it’s
she who looks after me, who takes
cate of me. and who sees that I am
health) and happy.
"I'm pretty husky as it is, you know,
though I'm afraid the word isn't ele
gant; it’s the only one that applies to
my condition of health. I was brought
up in California, and everything there
seems to grow strong and big and vig
orous. Most of the girls are large, for
all of them live out-of-doors and ride,
drive and swim, and arc constantly In
the open air.
"That's the worst thing about com
ing to N v. York, and living in an
apartment. I'v< neve; lived in one be
s re. and you know when I first came
here 1 lelt as if 1 was eaged, like the
little country child who was suddenly
brought to an apartment, and rushed
wildly up and down the wide hall, all
»iaj long, crying: 'Let me out. let me
out.’
"That’s the way 1 felt, for we'd al
ways been used to living in a house
GETTING MORE FOOD VALUE
FOR LESS MONEY.
When you consider the high food
value of Spaghetti and the
delicious dishes it makes, the cost
seems ridiculously low. Don’t you
think you should serve it much
more often? It will s rnean a con
siderable saving j tl y (IU r house
hold expenses ami a sure delight
to your family.
I‘‘aust Spaghetti is made from Amer
ican Durum wheat, by Americans, in a
clean Amei ican factory. \V< seal ft up
in dust, dirt and damp-proof packages
to keep It clean and wholesome until it
reaches you. Your g'oeer >e|is Faust
Spaghetti in Ac and 10c packages.
MAULL BROS.,
St. Louts. Mo.
with lots of outdoor grounds and plen
ty of breathing space. It seems a ter
rible thing to live in a city and not to
be able to see the skj. I have to lean
out of the window and crane my neck
to see the stars.
An Outdoor Girl.
’Tin used to seeing t lie sky a lot,
and you know I really ml.-s that," said
little Miss Bio .n confidingly. She
looks like a girl who was friends with
the sky in all kinds of weather, and
with all the outdoor things that grow.
"Well. I'm setting used to being
caged, though 1 go to the window every
now and then or to Riverside drive to
get a glimpse of the sky to be sure
that it’s still there. I miss it when 1
don’t see it."
She said it quite simply and without
any pose at all. and then went on to
tell me about her mother, who unfor
tunately was not at home.
When she speaks of her mother her
eyes shine with a sweet and tender
light, and it is evident that mother en
ters into everything, and up to now at
least is the center of the girl's life.
"If you want me to say something
that will be of use to girls." said Miss
| Kennedy earnestly, ' tell them that 1
‘think the best thing in the world is to
have a young mother or a mother who
feels young.
"Now. tny mother is young; she just
understands me perfectly, and we’re
more like sisters than mother and
daughter. Wo share everything togeth
er. all our pleasures and all our trou
bles. Now that we’ve settled here for
some time, 1 hope, we're enjoying every
minute. When I'm not at the theater
or studying music or painting we gad
about together and we see everything.
A Watchful Guardian.
"I say. we're regular tourists doing
the low rt. We've never lived here be
fore. and we re going to make the very
most of this opportunity. Mother sees:
tiiat I'm busy a good part of the day.
that I keep up my studies, especially
music; oh. and it's she who looks after
my diet. That's a very important thing,
too. isn’t it? I notice it always figures
so much in articles on beauty.
“I'm so sorry you can’t meet her. for
I'm so proud of Iter. I want every
body to know her," little Miss Brown
j concluded.
I'm ging back again to meet that
woman who has so intelligently guided
this pretty and talented daughter, and
kept her healthy, girlish, simple in her
ideas, full of enthusiasm and idealism,
in the midst of a career which is not
supposed to be conducive to any of
these things, and where the best bal
anced heads are usually lost or com
pletely turned after success like, that
which has attended little Miss Brown
in her short stage life.
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\ In Motor Boat Racing
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dealer
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Little Bobbie’s Pa
r T'>HERE was a other funny man
| cairn up to the house last nite,
Pa called him the King of the
Air, lie sed that the man’s naim was
Joe Stevenson, & he sed that .Mister
Stevenson was the greatest master of
the em-pyrean that ewer sailed oaver
a fleecy cloud. You ought to watch him
fly. sed Pa. He'can go higher than any
of them. He can go so high. Pa sed,
that he looks like a speck.
How in-teresting, sed Ma. Can’t you
fly around the parlor a littel for us.
Mister Stevenson. 1 think it wud be
safer for you to fly in here, beekaus
eeven if you hit the ceiling & dropped
you wuddent be dropping far. Aly hus.
band almost hits the ceiling lots of
times, A- when he fails he newer gits
hurt. Thare is a speshul providence.
Ma said, that watches over children &
my, husband.
I am vary sorry that I can't fly in
here, sed Pa's frend. You see, the
acoustic properties of the room will not
permit me to go vary high. Yure hus
band asked me to cum up here tonite
to tell about the time that I flew oaver
the Andes.
How interesting, sed Ma, did you
reel}' fly oaver the Andes?
I did. sed Joe Stevenson. A- tlie funny
part of it’was that after I had scaled
them grate liites, & was on the way to
a safe landing place, I hit a condor.
How distressing. Mad sed. Did the
condor hit you back?
He cuddent, sed Mister Stevenson,
beekaue me & my aro-plane fell faster
titan any condor that ever dropped out
of the hevings.
Well, sed Ma, it is all vary interest
ing. to be sure. I always like to meet
my husband’s dis-tinguished fronds.
Some of them is moar distinguished
than others, of course, and that means
you first of all. I always did like high
flyers, sed Ma. I used to go with one
back in Wisconsin and he flew so
high that 1 was almost on the verge of
marrying him.
Maybe you mite have, sed Pa, if he
haden’t lit. You know, Pa sed to Ma,
no bird ewer flew so high that he
diden't have to lite, and I say it with
all due respeck to Joe. here.
I had a luv affir myself oust, Pa’s
frend sed to Ma. 1 was only a care
free child then, running a automobile
into banks and turning turtel. A lit
tel gurl that I thought moar of than I
did of my own life, which isent saying
much, went out with me one day fora
ride. Her naim was Hazel, but she
dident have hazel eyes. On the way
lioatn we ran oaver a moving van, and
Hazel got vexed. That shows you the
inconsistency of wimmen, sed Pa's
By William F. Kirk
frend. She mite have known that I
wuddent have hit the wagon if thare
was a chanst in the wurld for me to
avoid it. And after that she wuddent
marry me, beekaus she sed that no man
wud continue long to luv and cherish
and obey a gurl that was all crippled.
You see, lady, sed Pa's frend. wen she
flew out of the automobile, her jaw got
dis-located so that she was newer abel
to talk fast after that.
Did you insist on marrying her, any
way, sed Ma.
I insisted, sed Mister Stevenson, but
she wuddent have it that way. She
toald me that if her jaw ewer got bet
ter she wud marry me, but that she
wuddent marry any husband unless she
had the privileges of a wife.
PROVED.
"There goes a man with a very in
teresting history,” said the assistant in
the bookseller’s.
“You don’t say so! How do you
know ?”
"I just sold it to him."
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You can feel this take hold of a cough
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A guaranty of absolute satisfaction, dr
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