Below is the OCR text representation for this newspapers page.

THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE, PAGE j “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times iCoovright; 1911. Street & Smith.) : gi 1, 1911. by Dodd. Mead & Co.) today S INSTALLMENT. It was not offensively said; but the con vict , n it expressed tyas absolute. Sweet .ater recognized the tone, as one of and inwardly laid down his arms. , )p . ottlci never like the man: there was ~... much iron tn his fiber; but he had to knowledge that as a foe he was invul pct 'lilt and therefore admirable to one had the good sense to appreciate hint I n<*t want to believe you." Thuts did Bmtherson supplement his former .entente. "For if I were to attfibute those letters to her, I should have to ac knowledge that they were written to an ether ntan than myself. And this would bo' inythlng but agreeable to me. Now I „ ....inc to mv room and to my work. T ., u may spend the rest of the evening or . .. whole night, if you will, listening at that hole. As heretofore, the labor will be all yours, and the indifference mine.” With a satirical play of feature which could hardly be ea-lled a smile, he nodded and left the room A Change. ■ it’s ail up. I’m beaten on my own ground ' Thus confessed Sweetwater, in great dejection, to himself. ’‘But I’m ft.lng io take advantage of the permis sion lie's just given me and continue the pstening act Just because he told me to fln< l just because he thinks I won’t. I’m sure it's no worse than to spend hours of r ps:less tossing in bed. trying to sleep.” But <»ur young detective did neither hP was putting his supper disjies pwa. a messenger boy knocked at his door and handed him a note. It was from Mr Gryce and ran thus: Steal off. jf yon can, and as soon as vo can. and meet me In Twenty-ninth ct. ' discovery has been made which pliers the whole situation.” O. B. Again. ■•w-Hi's happened? Something verv hn; ■riant? I ought to hope so after this f mded failure ” ••’■ailure? Didn’t he read the letters?” •Vps. he read them. Had to, but —j' • Didn't weaken’.’ Eh?” Xo. he didn’t weaken. You can’t got water out of a millstone. You may squeeze and squeeze; but it’s your fingers which suffer, not it. He thinks we man ufactured those letters ourselves on pur pose to draw him." “Humphl 1 knew we had a reputation (nr finesse, hut I didn't know that it ran that high." ■He denies everything. Said she would never have written such letters to him. even goes so far as to declare that if she did write them —the must be strange lx ignorant of her handwriting, they were mean*' for some other man than himself. All rot. but —” A hitch of the shoulder conveyed Sweetwater’s disgust. His uni form good nature was strangel} dis turbed. But Mr. Gryce’s was not. The faint smile with which he smoothed with an easy, circling movement, the already pol- Counterfeits. I Bead what one of the GREATEST NEWSPAPERS IN AFRICA has to say on this subject: “ The manufacturers of Castoria have been compelled to spend hundreds oi thousands of dollars to familiarize the public with the signature of Chas. H. Fletcher. This has been necessitated by reason of pirates counterfeiting the Castoria trade mark. This counterfeiting is a crime not only against the proprietors of Castoria, but against the growing generation. All persons should be careful to see that Castoria bears the signature of Chas. H. Fletcher, if they would guard the health of their children. Parents, and mothers in particular, ought to carefully examine the Castoria advertisements which have been appearing in this paper, and to re member that the wrapper of every bottle of genuine Castoria bears the sac-simile signature of Chas. H. Fletcher, under whose supervision it has been manufactured continuously for over thirty ytMz—Philadelphia, Bulletin. B Letters from Prominent Druggists addressed to Chas. K. Fletcher. Conger Bros, of St. Paul, Minn., say: “Fletcher’s Castoria is certainly full of merit and worthy of recommendation.” C. G. A. Loder, of Philadelphia, Pa., says: ‘'For 20 years we have sold Fletcher’s Castoria and are pleased to state that It has given universal satisfaction.” The Scholtz Drug Co., of Denver, Colo., says: “Fletcher’s Castoria has surely become a household word. Seemingly every family where there are children usee It” A A\rT HOL 3 PER OEhT Hoagland 4 Mansfield, of Boston, Mass., say: "We have nothing but Preparalion forAs good to say about your Castoria and we do not hesitate to give It our KmMb. snqnalified endorsement.” Riker's Drug Stores, of New York City, say: “Fletcher’s Castoria is one : . ,'?T' S' WMof the oldest and most popular preparations in our stores. We have EagiSjl ~'■*' 1 ■rJseg* nothing but good to say about it” Promotes DigesttonOeerfU-' Wolff-Wilßon Drug Co., of St Louis, Mo„ says: "Os the thousands of IWSandfcsLConiatilSM’illvr patent medicines for which we have demand there are a very few of opi l Utt .Morphine nor Mineral them that we can conscientiously recommend and your Castoria is In Not Narcotic. eluded in this few.” pq ■ : D - R Dycbe * Co - of Ch,cag0 ’ n ' 8 ’ aay: “ Tha ,n f reaß,nß , deman * f ° r Kwß' ' fl- ,/n Srtti- your Castoria shows that a discriminating public is not slow to seek |o a ~ faSm,' 1 out a remedy of merit and once convinced that it does all and even ■Wfi' ( more than claimed they do not hesitate to recommend it to their friends.” I i The 01,1 Drug Co '’ ® f Sun Franc,sco ’ Cal ■ 8ay8: “ w ® haTe alwa f B KjgJ I been a believer in the ‘original man protection' and have been particular ' never to sell anything but the genuine and original Castoria (Fletcher’s), fcgtf ‘ We have many calls every day for this article from people who say they 1 tton>SourStOWaclLDtairiKifi would not be without It in their bonnet. I IW 'nessTndl'(S'sor SiSp.' ! GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS Farsinuie signature of Bean the Signature of // E* The Centauh Compakß NEW YORK f X J? J A / I B The Kind You Have Always Bought ■ h> t erpy of wr. rP er. In Usc For Over 30 Years. R iTV :l AuSMnmiltfi; || || ■■! 111111 - I a-jp— ished top of his ever present cane, con- ■ veyed a secret complacency which called up a hash of discomfiture to his greatly irritated companion. ‘‘He says that, does he? You found him on the whole tolerably straightforward, 1 eh? A hard nut; but hard nuts are usu ally sound ones. Come, now! prejudice aside, what's your honest opinion of the : man you’ve had under your eye and ear - for three solid weeks? Hasn’t there been ' the best of reasons for your failure? ; Speak up, my boy. Squarely, now." “I can’t. I hate the fellow. 1 hate any ‘ one who makes me look ridiculous He ' well, well, if you’ll have it, sir. 1 will say j this muchi If It weren’t for that blasted ‘ coincidence of the two deaths equally j mysterious, equally underbids eye. I’d) stake my life on his honesty. Rut that 1 coincidence stamps me and and a sort of ; feeling I have here.” It is to be hoped that the slap he gave j his breast, at this point, carried off some of his superfluous emotion. ‘‘You can’t 'account for a feeling. Mr? Gryce. The man has no heart. He’s as hard as , rocks.” ‘‘A not uncommon lack where the head i plays so big a part. We can’t hang him ' on any such argument as that. You’ve found no evidence against him?” ”N -no.” The hesitating admission was : onl*> a proof of Sweetwater’s obstinacy. “Then listen to this. The test with the letters failed, because what he said about ■ , them was true. They* were not meant for him. Miss ChaEoner had another lover.' ‘‘Only another? ! thought.there wcr a half-dozen, at least." “Another whom she favored, The let ters found in her possession not the ones she wrote herself, but those which were , written to her / ver the signature O. B. were not all from the same hand. Ex perts have been busy with them for a week, and their reports are unanimous. The O. B. who wrote the threatening lines acknowledged to by Orlando Brct'n erson was not the O. B. who penned all of those love letters. The similarity ir the writing misled us at first, h:ii cr ■ : the doubt was raised by Mi «‘halloner's discovery of an aI hr i;,:i io one of t?.e which pointed to anothei writer then Mr. Brotherson. and experts had r.b difficulty in reaching (he decision I have rm n- ! i Honed." “Two <». B.’s! Isn’t (hat incr-< ; Mr. Pryce?” “Ye.-. it is incredible: hut rh« ir.cftui ble is not the impossible. The man yov've been shadowing denies that these j t | extuess-ve effusions of Mfcs 1 ‘helh-ner•! i I we: e meant for him. Lot us see. then, if ' we ran find the man they were meant I | for.” . “The second O. B ?” > “Yes.” Sweetwater's face instantly lit up. “Do you mean that 1- after my egre gious failure—am not to be kept on the r dunce's seat? That you vHI give me this . new job? “Yes. We don’t know of a bcttei man. It isn't your fault, you said it yourself. t that water couldn’t be squeezed out of a i millstone.” To Be Continued in Next Issue © © Three Early Fall Styles © © . / P ,, L?""ii ><i< r iiiiiiirtA. _~~~i < WTtMI ' • IMWi ! S’SwW wwg Mills j - life ■’ • . I M I i U ;t ' •'fW' 1 j wl 3 k - — / E r_-_- - A ?1. 4 ~ j Ofe, A VELVET TAILOR-MADE ■ a TAILCR SUIT j j NEW BLANKET COAT l.\ .\ec. ac rjlut. | ‘n ?!uc vJ*h Bit o Trimmings. j With Striped Revers rr Cuffs. j ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * I DON'T TRY TO REVIVE IT. li.ai Miks Fail fax: I me. y mng girl about six months md fell in love with her at ii’>: .-i.ghl. and she din the same. Nobody in the world could have treated her better than 1 did. and yet he wants to go out with other fe'lov.s. She refuses to go | out with me one day, and the next ' she will call me upon the lele ne and say -ho is sorry she to fu- >d me. S.ts is eighteen years ...d and 1 am nin • tO«-n. I still think tit. world of her, but its glowing weaker every day. R. G. It -v-tns to me that if your love tor the gill I- dying, your trouble.- are reaching a peaceful solution. Don i try to revive it. A forced love is never long-lived. You have m thing to re gt et and. while you may doubt it now. you will in tint' find that loving an other girl will comt very eas\ YOU CERTAINLY WOULD. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a voting girl of < ighteen, and considered very good looking Three years ago I met a young man. Although 1 was a mere child, I loved him ami he loved me, as he professed. This same true love has since been “kept up am) I am Up-to-Date jokes H igo Arnot, the histoiian of E.iin burgh, was one day waited upon by a woman who requested him to advise ne iiow she might h.-st get rid of an admire: whose importunities cutset! her annoyar.'e The woman was the revive of fascinating, and Arnot, be ing indisposed to Hatter het vanity, replied: -"Oh. you had better marry t lie fel low ." ■'Marry him!" replied the astonished woman. "1 would see him hanged first." "Matty him, .then." persisted the hu min i t, "and I’ll bet he'll soon hang him self." The young undergraduate was Irtld! before his tut u. He had exceeded his 1 leave by no less titan two days. "Well." said the professor, "what have you to say for yourself"" "I'm awfully sorry." replied the un dergrad. "I really couldn't get back before. 1 was detained by most im portant business." The professor looked at him sternly. “So you wanted two mon day.- of grace, did you'*" he asked "No. sir." answered the young man. off his guard for the moment —"of Marjorie." A fainter one day noticed two boy s looking with covetous eyes at his tempting fruit, so h" ordered them away. Some lute afterward, when In returned, he saw the boys silting astride of his orchard fence. "Didn I I tell you " he roared, that you couldn't come in here?" "We’re not coming in," .nswer-d otu of the boys, whose pockets were bulging suspiciously: "were going back." Traveler tat a crowded hotel) How much do 1 owe you? What's my bill" Landlord Let me see; yout loom w as Traveler— Hut I didn't have any loom I slept on the billiard table. Landlord Ah. well; two shillings an houi Curran was one day walking with a friend, who. hewing a petson say "euroaity" fm "curiosity." exclaimed; How that man murders the English languag' Not so had as that rt p • f'uirnn. He has only knocked an I out " “Is yout married life one u ami, . a . I t Sollg 'Wi ' Mini' the gid. twin limn it hut'll Hki al op. a , of grand lit • t oU' 1 ia .. a :• ■ ■ til' lUI Hili <-y vi > i,,go I today more crazy for him than ever. His moth . is very mm h agam-t me, the rem I ..in not amounting to any thin”', lb i onlinues to love me through ii ill. Do you il.ink I would be justified in mt t t y ing him in about .m < yei :s? MARGARET. You have b n true to each other foi three ‘.'tii-i. three years more of such loyalty will entitle you to mar riage and hup. im no matter who ob jects. N i one could ask .i w.it. r test of fitness for matrimony than six years of faithfulness. YOUR PARENTS KNOW BEST. Deal Miss Fairfax: i am a young girl sixteen years of age. lam in love wild a gentle mat. wlm is nearly thirty. He wishes mo to marry him In the spring, but" my parents object greatly, cs they say I am far too young. They will not allow me to have any .ing to do with him. I can't ■ him tip, because I love him 100 much and he lows me. I have only known him three months. But it doesn’t seem that shoiH. II LARTBHi >KE.N NEI )RA. Fourteen y ear- dill m e in age. .when th< w< iglit of years is on the man's side, is not too great. Hut you are only sixteen; you have known him only three months, and your parents object. I'nder these < ireumst im ■■■;. either you must give the man up. or enter into an agreement to wait i 11 you at' .Ider. You owe your parent this con i ession. Rem mbi t, my dear. Him .lo ir love is without any element of selfish t ■ .-s. jOTOTO® Digestible Muffins , I Muffins can never be their best if made from lard and II soaked with grease. JhBSbI J Cottolene muffins are light, dry and crisp, because Cotiolene. y 5 heats to a higher temperature than butter or lard, without burning, I®- and in cooking forms a crust < TRY THIS RECIPE for muffins which shuts out the fat \ | <>««« cooktd !uod ia \& >\J 3 cups sifted Hour 1 scant teaspoon salt al Ways digestible. V J 1 egg 3 teaspoons baking powder J (Sift baking powder and Hour together; CottolSHC is much more eCO- add the (.'ottaiene, sugar, egg and.milk nomical than butter or lard. JHBk (use more or less milk according to Hour). f | Wftif/fyftjjuak Made only by THE N - K - FAIRBANK fCI W COMPANY I ta fJ / I ( LRIJ 1 w ,-'’-w3 3, 'i z -Z /k ' Z/ M WhtiL— ?_22> C7~' fflW i v © © The Manicure Lady © © Ry William F. Kirk H EORGE." asked the Manicure I ~r Lady, ‘‘what is a 'hallucina tion?' I had an argument about it with the old gent last night. He said it meant where a fellow had to gi t rats in hi.- garret and be all the time thinking somebody was chasing him. Brother Wilfred must have one of them things if that is the truth, be cause. goodness knows, George, there is more than one chasing him—all credi tors and collectors. But to get back' to tile word liallueinatior,.' 1 told the old gent that he was mistaken. I told him it meant what the doctors do to all the kids at school when there is a smallpox scare. Was I right?" "As near right as you ever get, kid do." said the Head Barber sweetl\. "The old gent, as you call the father that brought you into the world to .sharpen orange sticks, wa- lisht. You was wrong. 'Vaccination' was the word you was thinking about." “Yru'rt' the old original eorreeter, ; in'i yon. George?" sneered the Mani cure Lady. "If you had been living just before tin first flood I wish I could hate saw you around tel ing Noah how ' , built! the ark and how to herd all thtm animals into toe boat in pairs, so be wouldn't get confused. Os all the sure thing, know-it-all guys that ever lived, you tri tlie cream. 'Eat I must tell you about the hallu < ination that I had the other night The doctor told me »o afterward, any how. and he call 'd it a hallucination. I hollir d o loud in my sic p that I wok" mysrlf up. There was cold sweat ali ovci my womanly brov. My hands was shaking like the hands of a mur <’< > car i: ii't'ein ni king his getaway. Some .strait, ■it ai i t< ii d me, George; one of them vagabond, indefinite fears tliat them novelists tells about, and, whether you believe it 01 not. 1 couldn't budge a inch. When I was a kid 1 read all that Dante's I'urnace. or whatever they call it. and n Lie illustrations by a man named Gustav Gate or Gus tave Wore, or . .i.uething like that, but you can be; your life, G< urge, that they wa- n't half so terrible as the dream I iad. the hallucination I was ii lllng you about." "Well, young ladv, would you mind .. . ■■■■H ■ 1.1.1.gl ,11 111 ■.III .11 Mill II jl«» J MyEaar S Any Woman may say this—if she uses f7 ji Q-Ban Hair Restorer because it restores the nat ural color—the sheen i ~ . and gloss hy building up P NOHS and keeping in. perfect ./“a. ~ iff? I 4 condition the scalp. If (Oi * jJ 4* wSF the Bcalp is ri 2 ht ~gray i? hates will come awful r - il’W | slowly and oftcn time 3 Hs $ gc?L% : give way to new ones of (J Il '-'-’■ | !; One hy r l'r will brgt.i It tt!l, and can be 'ey" I■’ i’l baaght for fifty cent, tram your drantict 3r ’ f-ll or Hcrsit-El'iiDrutCa., Mampbii, lean. FL, I Special Notic* -A postal card V f lj?i £ f'l! in each package entitles you to 31 to a series of illustrated lec- Sk ’ [e I | tures, on the “Cure and Treat- p Hfi H ment ° f Ha ‘ rand Scalp '” jf ?0 /.‘ Il These lectures are full of 1 0 J l ! S useful information. They will ?o ' rr ’ f II c' .IB save your hair and save your rth-yv-F -? ■'H h mol,ey ' Be Bure tuget the,n ’ p I ti lling me about the hallucination that you had?" asked the Head Barber. "Sure I will tell you, George." was the answer. “J dreamed that 1 was a barber! ” "You like to kid, don’t you?” said the Hoad Barber after a moment of si lence. "Why don't you tell about a dream that really happened, if you want to talk about dreams? Inste ad of talk ing up and telling me a lot about real nightmares, you have to be a clown to try and get my goat. Now. I will tell you a real nightmare, one that I had thf other night.” "oh. let's hear it. George! What was it?" "Only anothei dream," said the Head Barber. "1 dreamed that I was a Mani cure Lady!” A CASE FOR THE DENTIST. A great house-warming was taking place at the Dougal McDougal place. There was game to hunt, ghosts to dit to. and good food and wine withal. There were bagpipes and haggis, danc ers and singers. To c rown all. Dougal M Dougal had ordered a S2OO piano from London. He went up to town, but decided not io take It dnivn with him, as it was too bulky. Instead, he had it sent on. When In- finally returned he asked his trusted retainer if the piano had ar rived. ■'Weel.” the former replied, "she s a* richt as ye cud expect. She slipped aa she was ganging tae the hoose and broke a. few of her front teeth but I can na think she’s- really hu t." A Shampoo for Blondes Refresh Inf and Jbe only whampao on r.i?th?.! * “ *ctvall? keep thi m««y thadet «t bteneff hitlr from awd five to un&ttiactiye drub or h nr \ lustrous gik/'ttM shtf*' that i» BBioereally adi/ttred, t/ n'iitut 'i ««.' o< six week > ‘ ttrs • i-rr i - -I »♦/> t MME ELIZABETH GILLE j No. 1 Haiailton Grange* New Yark City ] For sAif b i I COURSEY & MUNN