Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, October 10, 1912, EXTRA 2, Image 13

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THE QEO&OIAN’S MAGAZINE, PAGE. L - _ J _i-^o_r t<l _-^ rul - u^rur _ -~-e-., __ _ “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene J Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times rsnvright, 1911. Street * Smith.) lCo pyright B 19H. by Dodd, Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. The superintendent—how does he feel about i T . ~ • He was the first one to rnentlon you - . An d the inspector?” •■ls glad to see us on a new tack A pause, during which the eager light )T1 , h e voting detective's eye clouded over. Presently he remarked: How will the finding of another O. B. r Mr. Brotherton’s position? He still ’ll be the one person on the spot, known |(1 ha ve cherished a grievance against the victim of this mysterious killing. To mind this discovery of a more fa vored rival brings in an element of motive which may rob our self-reliant friend of me of his complacency. We may fur- L r rather than destroy. our ease against Brotherson by locating a second 0 R. Mr Gryce's eyes twinkled. won t make your task any more irksonm he smiled. “The loop we thus t Xw out is as likely to catch Brother i(n as his rival. It all depends upon the ' man we find in this second O. B.: jrd whether, in some way unknown to us" he gave her cause for the sudden “r'i overwhelming rush of despair which alone supports this general theory of sui cirfp ■ The prospect grows pleasing. Where am | to look for my man?" Your ticket is bought to Derby, Ba. p he is not employed in the great fac tories there, we do not know where to find him. We have no other clew.” I sec It s a short journey I have be fore me" •Ti'll bring the color to your cheeks.” -Oh. I'm not kicking.” "You will start tomorrow.’’ "Wish it were today.” "And you will first inquire, not for o ft. that's too indefinite; but for a young girl by the name of Doris Scott. She holds the clew; or rather she is the clew to this second O. B.” "Another woman!” Xo. a child—well. I won t say child exactly, she must be sixteen.” “Doris Scott.” "She lives in Derby. Derby is a small place You will have no trouble in find ing this child it was to her Miss Chal loner's last letter was addressed. The tme—'' "I begin to see.” "No, you don't. Sweetwater. The affair Is as blind as your hat; nobody sees. We re just feeling along a thread. O. B.'s letters—the real O. 8.. I mean, are the manliest effusions possible. He's no more of a milksop than this Brotherson; and unlike your Indomitable friend he seems tn have some heart. 1 only wish he'd given ue some facts; they would have been serviceable. But the letters re veal nothing except.that he knew Doris. He writes In one of them: "Doris Is learning to embroider. It's like a fairy weaving a cobweb!" Doris isn’t a very common name. She must be the same little girl to whom Miss Chailoner wrote from time to time.” "Was this letter signed O. B ?'' "Yes: they all are. The only difference between his letters and Brotherson's is this: Brotherson’s retain the date and ad dress; the second O. B.’s do not.” How not? Torn off, do you mean?” "Yes, or re f. neatly cut away; and as none of the tic ■ '■’ were kept, the only means by which i.c mn locate the writer is through this girl D< • - ” "If I remember rightly. Miss Chai loners letter to this child W’as free from *ll mystery.” Quite so. It Is as open as the day. That is why it has been mentioned as showing the freedom of Miss Chailoner's mind five mtnu’es before that fata! thrust." Sweetwater took up the sheet Mr. Gryce pushed toward him and re-read these W 7 / Wlr W .-©Jar// I x »W I The dish that comes first in food value ALL meats and concoctions of the best chefs take a back seat when compared in food value with a home-cooked dish of FAUST BRAND MACARONI ' Waat a savory, wholesome, appetizing dish !t is! Made from Durum wheat, whose nch gluten kernels contain the elements ihat build brawn and brain. Faust Macaroni can be served in many delightful ways. Let it take the place of ineat dishes that are not nearly so good for you. Write /or free book of recipes. your grocer's—sc and 10c a package. Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo. "Dear Bittle Doris: "It is a snowy night, but it is all bright nside and I teel no chill in mind or body I hope it is so in the little cottage in Derby; that my Tittle friend is as happy with harsh winds blowing from the moun tains as she was on the summer dav she tame to see me at this hotel. 1 like to think of her as cheerful and beaming, rejoicing in tasks which make her so womanly and sweet. She is often, often in my mind. Affectionately your friend. "EDITH A. CHALLONER. ’ "That to a child of sixteen"* "Just so.” "D-o-r-i-s spells something besides Doris." Yet there is a Doris. Remember that O. B. says in one of his letters. ‘Doris is learning to embroider.’ ” "Yes. I remember that." "So you must first find Doris." "Very good, sir ' And as Miss Chailoner’s letter was directed to Derby, Pa., you will go to Derby." "Yes. sir?" "Anything more"" "I've been reading this letter again." "It's wortli it." 'The last sentence expresses a hope.” "That has been noted." Sweetwater s eyes slowly rose till they rested on Mr. Gryce's face: ”I'll cling to the thread you've given me. I'll work myself through the labyrinth before us till I reach him.” Mr. Gryce smiled; but there was more age. wisdom and sympathy for youthful enthusiasm in that smile than there was confidence or hope. Doris. "A young girl named Doris Scott?” The station master looked somewhat sharply at the man he was addressing, and decided to give the direction asked. "There is but one young girl in town of that name." he declared. "And she lives in that little house you see just beyond the Works But let me tell you. stranger, he went on with some precip itation But here he was called off. and Sweet water lost the conclusion of his warning, if warning it was meant to be. This did not trouble the detective. He stood a morfient. taking in the prospect; decided that the Works and the Works alone made the town, and started for the house which had been pointed out to him. His way lay through the chief business street, and, greatly preoccupied by his errand,, he gave but a passing glance to the rows on rows of workmen's dwellings stretch; ing away to the left in seemingly end less perspective. Yet in that glance he certainly took in the fact that the side walks were blocked with people, and he wondered if it were a holiday. If so. it must be an enforced one. for the faces showed little joy. Possibly a strike was on. The anxiety he everywhere saw pic tured on young faces and old, argued some trouble; but if the trouble was that, why were all heads turned indiffer ently from the Works, and why were the Works themselves in full blast? These questions he may have asked himself and he may not. His attention was entirely centered on the house he saw before him and on the possible de velopments awaiting him there. Noth ing else mattered. Briskly he stepped out along the sandy road, and after A turn or two, which led him quite away from the Works and its surrounding buildings, he came out upon the high way and this house. It was a low and unpretentious one, and had but one distinguishing feature. The porch which hung well over the door step was unique in shape and gave an air of picturesqueness to an otherwise simple exterior; a picturesqueness which was much enhanced in its effect by the background of illimitable forest, which united the foreground of this pleasing picture with the great chain of hills which held the Works and town in its ample basin To Be Continued in Next Issue Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites Don't Try to Follow Fashions of the Moment SuCi I —r ~ : <,,41 SEE ■ ’ : g W. >— h * ■ j ' s' SSae ■ -a. . ■ /\ I I 07 / ' / - J / ' -rv / .. ■■ V / jBlMiSb.- ”i • flTty * MISS FLORENCE REEVE, IN TWO POSES. One of the beauties with George Arliss in the "Disraeli” Company. By FLORENCE REEVE. I AM going Io give a little advice' (6 women regarding the care of their hair. 1 feel sure that everyone will agree with me that her hair is one of wom an's greatest charms, and I think it is Advice to the Lovelorn Ry Beatrice Fairfax HE IS FICKLE. Dear Miss Fairfax': I am seventeen and about a year ago 1 met a young man of eighteen. I kept company with him for eight months. Suddenly he stopped com ing to my house, and I do not know of any reason. He always told me he loved me; and 1 don't know of him paying at tention to any other girls. LONESOM E. If there was no quarrel, undoubtedly he has ceased coming to see you be cause he has grown tired I am sorry, my dear, for such expe riences hurt. Just try to forget him. and don't let it hurt you too much. Some day a better man will come along and you will regret having wasted so much emotion'on this one. ASK HER OPINION. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am deeply in love with a young girl of seventeen. My position will probably not al low me to get married for at least three years. Do you think it advisable for me to continue keeping company with her or.not ? D. L. Tel! the girl frankly what you haVO told me. A three-year engagement is often an injustice to the girl, because of the fickleness of your sex. If you are sure of yourself, ask her to put you on probation, but be generous enough t< demand no piomise from her She is too young OBTAIN INTRODUCTION FIRST. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young man of nineteen, and am deeply in love with a girl one year my junior, who is a "cub telegrapher" in one of the most ex clusive hotels of the city. Would it be right for me to approach her and Invite her to accompany me to the theater, or obtain, first, an in t roduct ion ? EAR NEST ADM IRER. You will sho.w her greater respect if you obtain an introduction to her be fore you make any advances. And I am sure she will think al) the more of you. even though this formality delays your acquaintance. EVERY SIGN OF SELFISHNESS. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen years of age and was asked to keep company by a youn« man a few yAars my senior, but he does not want me to go out with urn of my former male u . uuaintanci . Do you think In > 'every woman’s duty to take care to preserve it. There are so many worn-' ’ en who are not actually good looking ' but who possess beautiful hair, which seems to make up for the lack of every ■ other charm. One Is constantly meeting women who exclaim: "My hair is simply com- “.. f ? doing rigid, as I wax informed by one he considers his friend that he was out with another young lady? VIOLET. You have been unfortunate in at tracting a .man so selfish. Have noth ing to do with him. No woman could be happy with such a man. SHE SUFFERED TEOONTHS Mrs. Blankenship Tells of Her Restoration to Health by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound. Elliston, Va.— “ I feel it my duty to express my thanks for what Lydia E. ■ Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound has done for me. I was a sufferer from fe male troubles and had been confined in bed over one third of my time for ten months. I could not do my housework and had fainting spells so thatrnyhus band could not leave Iff il fi w I me alone for five minutes at a time. “Now I have been restored to health and it has come from taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. When ever I see a suffering woman I want to tell her what this medicine has done for me and I will always speak a good word for it.’’--Mrs. Robert Blank- i enship, Elliston, Va., Montgomery Co. j Was Helpless Now Well. Trenton, Mo.—“About two years ago I had female trouble and inflammation so bad that 1 was literally helpless and had to be tended like a baby. I could not move my body or lift my foot for such severe pains that I had to scream. 1 was very nervous and had a weakness. “Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound has helped me to such an extent that I think there is no medicine like it for female troubles. lam up and able to do my work again and I give you full permission to publish my letter for the sake of other suffering women,’’- Mrs. W. T. Purnell, 320-10th St., Trenton, Mo. ing out in handfuls. I can t stop it i and I’ve tried everything under the sun.” This is true. They spend lots of money on expensive hair tonics and ointments, which the)' have heard are , wonderful, but prove Absolutely use less. I have been through that stage myself and nearly worried myself sick The Use of the Brush. It was only since 1 came to this country for the first thne. two years ■ ago, that I discovered there was a treatment for the scalp which was gen- ; 1 nine and a very simple and inexpensive | 1 one. The whole secret of it is brush ing—real brushing, I mean, so that ev- 1 ery hair seems to be brushed sepa rately. It is almost impossible to do this yourself. If you prefer to have it done at home, your maid or some one who knows how to brush the hair thor oughly should do it. A tonic should also certainly be used, but it is the brushing that is so beneficial and brings life and luster into the hai 1 can never understand why women dread the approach of gray hair. 1 think a young woman whose hair i« gray looks charming, and I'm sure the average man will agree with me. Most women think it suggests age, but. on the contrary, it gives a more youthful expression to the face, and lends a cer tain charm which is indefinable. 1 counted ten gray hairs on my head | this morning. I Don’t Use Dye. I must admit I prefer them to be ; on the temples instead of down the center parting; nevertheless, there they are and there they'll have to remain, because nothing on earth would in duce me to dye them. That is a mis take so many women make. They ad mire a certain fashionable shade for hair and promptly dye their own that particular shade, forgetting all about their complexions, which do not blend with the new color of their hair and make them sallow in consequence My advice, therefore, is if you were born a brunette. Just remain one. how ever popular blondes dr titians may be, I have never craved for masses 'if hair reaching long past my wais" This is not a question of sour grapes, but because people who possess it have told me how difficult it is to dress, and how it often is Hie cause of head ache. No! I shall be quite contented so long as my hair continues to be moderately thick and long, and shall not worry until I get really old and have no hair, because without my hair I know I shall look hideous. 1 do now, when it is pulled away from my face. . A Mosquito As Big As A Man would be an object L> ZK ' Z / whose vicinity you / U would leave, with- S 1 \ out standing on the order of your going! And yet, insects of that size, which we could see before they made their meals off us, would he infinitely less dangerous than the little pests with which we are familiar. 1 Science has given strict orders to “Kill every’ creeping, flying thing which asks you for board.” Each and every one of them may be a veritable messenger of death. You can learn all the recent facts about the insect dangers which surround you, and how to guard against them, by reading Dr. Henry Smith Williams’ popular, illus trated article, “ Messengers of Death,” in ®The November nopolitanj 15 cents a copy—at all Newsdealers Daysey May me and Her Folks By Frances L. Garside ryw HE parlor in the average American ( home is a place sacred to Mother, Daughter and Daughter’s Beau. When Father ventures in when Daughter has company he comes out chilled to t'ne marrow. When he goes in when there is no one there, his wife follows him to see what lie is up to now. Seeing what a man is up to now is a divine right marriage gives every woman and one she unfailingly exer cises. Lysander John Apiileton saw his chance; no one was in the parlor, and he stepped on. “What are you up to now?" his wife called from the kitchen. •Nothing," he replied, giving a wist ful look at a big square book on the table. Then he retreated. I'he next day he had better luck. He got in unnoticed and. picking up the book, he turned the pages eagerly. Away off in the back he stopped. He had found t what he wa- looking for. He turned it to the light. Ho held it near; he hold it far; he looked at It critically, and then proudly. "It is good.” he whispered to him self, and then he turned to get a bet ter light. “What are you up to now ?" his wife called. Up-to-Date Jokes "It is a pity there are so many ignor ant men in politics." observed Mr Hicks. "I suppose it's because those who've really studied politics know it s best to keep out of public affairs." said Mrs Hicks. "Come nuu, Hemma," said the Whitechapel bridegroom, "you're goin' to s'y 'obey' when you comes to it in th’ service, ain’t you?” "Wot. me?" cried the bride "Me s'y ’obey’ to you! Why. blime in •. Ennery. you ain't arf me size!" “Jones ran his motor into a building yesterday. “ "I knew that idiot couldn't drive. Was it a shop?" “No, a motor garage." He—My dear, you spend too much money in false hair. Look at you puffs. She—And you spend too much tn cigars. Look at your puffs "My husband considered a very long time before he proposed to me. he was very careful.” "Ah. it's always those careful people who get taken in!" "Nothing," he stammered, and closed the book and left the room. The next day he stepped in again. And again, eagerly and furtively, opened the big book and turned to one of the back pages. This time he stepped to the mirror, and. holding the book at a distance, looked first at the page and then at his reflection in the glass. "I suppose,” he Said to himself in the glass, "it couldn’t be better." "What —" began his wife from the kitchen. "I was looking for my newspaper," he said, putting the book down. The next day, as furtively as a dog that has buried a bone, be entered the parlor and dug up the book. Again be opened it and turned to the back, looking cynically and some what proudly. "What—" began his wife. "Oh. let him alone," said Daysey Mayme. “He's in there looking at that photograph of himself he had taken last week." n==." 1 1' t=d!9I^£BMEEBJ! C== Tl How to Make * Better Cough Syrup than 0 a You Can Buy e A Family Supply, Saving S 2 and | Fully Guaranteed. -Al If -I***—-~-i!E="L A full pint of cough syrup—as much ns you could buy for $2.50 —can easily be made at homel You will find nothing that takes hold of an obstinate cough more quickly, usually ending it inside of . 24 hours. ‘ Excellent, too. for croup, whooping cough, sore lungs, asthma, hoarseness ana other throat troubles. Mix oue pint of granulated sugar with pint of warm water, and atir for 2 minutes. Put 2ta ounces of Pinex (fifty cents’ worth) in a pint bottle, then add 1 the Sugar Syrup. It keeps perfectly. Take a teaspoonful every one, two or three hours. This is just laxative enough to help cure a cough. Also stimulates the appe- ■ tite, which is usually upset by a cough. t The taste is pleasant. The effect of pine and sugar syrup on the inllamcd membranes is well’known. ■ Pinex is the most valuable concentrated compound of Norway white pine extract, rich in guaiacol and all the natural healing pine elements. Other prepara- i ' tions will not work in this formula. The Pinex and Sugar Syrup reeipe is now used by thousands of housewives throughout the United States and Can ada. The plan has been imitated, but the old successful formula has never been equaled. A guaranty of absolute satisfaction, or money promptly refunded, goes with this recipe. Your druggist has Pinex, or will get it for vou. If not, send to The Pinex Co., Ft. Wayne, Ind.