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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 Compound has Jone forme. For two years I suffered. The doc tor said I had a tumor and the only remedy was the surgeon’s knife. My mother bought me Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound, and today I a well and healthy woman. For months I suffered ! £' W® from inflammation, and your Sanative V«a.-)h relieved me. I am glad to tell anyone what your medicines have done ‘or : . You can use my testimonial in ; you wish, and I will be glad ' 1 on .er letters.”—Mrs. CHRISTINA Kt— l , 105 Mound St, Peoria, 111. Lynch Also Avoided Operation. •'Slip. Pa.— ‘‘After the birth of my Id, I had severe organic inflam n. I would have such terrible pains ’ tit did not seem as though I could it. This kept up for three long ’ as, until two doctors decided that ■' ration was needed. •n one of my friends recommended I'- Pinkham's Vegetable Com -1; :id after taking it for two months ! well woman.’’—Mrs. Joseph A. ’ ' ■I, Jessup, Pa. i'in who suffer from female ills ' 1 try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta- ' pound, one of the most success- ■ medies the world has ever known, ■ submitting to a surgical opera ton. h # LION JELLICO i k y v’Wk mm I fl ana m i VUAL I $4.75 Per Ton * SEPTEMBER OELIVtHY Fhe Jellico Coal Co. 82 Peachtree Street Both Phones 3863 Eczema and Ringworm Cured. Hi ' is the only "dead sure" cure 'j" ;i It Is a fragrant. soothing. ‘ptic. which never fails. It ■ fie.rive ,n the cure of ring 11 other violent skin and scalp •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 /■ /A • - ' M a ilk. M' 1 wOmbt W \\ / v’zok/ \ wgZatmat V J 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. l 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 ff •? *^K I ***™*’ *•'’’'IS ’lome* Conn tail- t t ‘'def I. A h<,<.k on the sub- 1 l*H • f.r. t»n Os • ? <»\ \ ( , 2 A y. a . 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. How America Lost the Trophy \ In Motor Boat Racing WWW \ sportsman is a good loser. That’s how Commodore Black ’^W\uWW\WWW\\\\W\W\v\\r ton the Atlantic Yacht Club f eC * a b° ut the International \\W Motor Boat Races. In the October Motor Boating Magazine you will get the whole story of this great water battle for national honors in speed and dependability. Baby Reliance 11. the American defending champion—had the speed, but the fine little Britisher took the Harmsworth trophy back to England be- OUT cause she proved more dependable in choppy water. dealer for this month gives a complete analysis of p Or the elimination "trials” which were aver- itable survival of the fittest. The details of Motor the several boats are also intensely interest- ing, delving as they do, into the finer ques- d° n length, planes, construction and 53 comparison. IPc Inct fc This is P r °b a bly tf* e most enlightening II o Jllol I anc j interesting of any Motor Boating ar- . tide that has appeared in a long time. Ask *■* your newsdealer for a copy—he has it or will get it for you. MOTOR BOATING 110 cents a copy 381 Fourth Ave. SI.OO a year New York City 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." This IVill Stop Your Cough in a Hurry Save $2 by Making Thia Cough Syrup at Home. This recipe makes a pint of better cough syrup than you could buy ready macle for $2.50. A few doses usually conquer the most obstinate oough— stops even whooping cough quickly. Sim ple as it is, no better renteuy can ba had at any price. Mix one pint of granulated sujjar with 1 2 pint of warm water, and stir for 2 minutes. Put ounces of Pinex (nfty cents’ worth) in a pint bottle; then add the Sugar Syrup. It has a pleasant taste and lasts a. family a long time. 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