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THE MAGAZINE PAGE Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By Frances L. Garside AT THE WAILING PLACE. rpHE Wailing Place, which is al ways as crowded as a public well A in a little town, had been thronged from early morning and though the afternoon was waning, the crowds showed no signs of diminution. Old men were there to wail of neg lect. and women were there of all ages to wail of Ujelr hair coming out. Chil dren turned their faces to the wall while they told of stern parents, and parents lifted up loud voices while they complained of undutiful children. The long summer, the heat that sap ped energy and made business dull, lovers who were fickle, grapes that wouldn’t jell, tight shoes, high prices and all the little pins that scratch caused a united wail to go up that sounded like the cry of a banshee, a safe comparison to make for the rea son that none of us knows what its cry Is like. Suddenly there appeared a spot so far up the road it seemed like a grain of ■lust. It gtew and grew as it came nearer, and 10, the wailen- saw that it was not a grain of dust, cut Daysey Mayme Appleton! "Make way for me!” she cried, scat tering the dust as she flew. And they made way for her, falling back so that she had clear entry to the Wailing Place. "I have a guest.” she began, and then ill the wails of the others ceased. They knew, all too well, that they had no sorrow as great as this. "Her name,” wailed Daysey Mayme, - I & □ v- j "■, ■ j A \ «BJSB Fels-Naptha to the Rescue. Aftn Dainty “Oh, Aniy, John and I were coming home in the automobile and something went wrong with the machinery. I got out to help. And —oh dear! the first thing I knew, I was grease and grit from head to foot. My suit is ruined; I know it is. ” Anfy Drudge— “ Don’t worry about that, my dear. It isn’t bo bad at alt A little Fels-Naptha soap and cool or h»kewarm water, and that suit will look as good as new in a jiffy. Fete-Naptha has been wash ing things dean for many years. Now run along and get your beauty sleep, and tomorrow we’ll get at that suit with Fete-Naptha.” There’s no need of slaving over the wash-tub every Monday morning; and when night comes, so tired out you can’t even get a decent meal for your husband. Try the Fels-Naptha way of washing. It will save you many a Monday backache and headache. Fels-Naptha has its own peculiarities. It's made with the elbow-grease in it. You don’t have to supply it. The Fels-Naptha way is easy. Easy on the clothes and easy on you. Just rub the Fels-Naptha on the clothes, roll them up and leave them in cool or lukewarm water for half an hour or so. Give them a light rub to loosen the dirt, rinse, blue and hang up. That’s all. Fels-Naptha is the soap that works while you look on. Think of it —no knuckling down to the washboard —no boiling —no steaming — no hard muscle work. And you’re done in half the time, too. Doesn’t that mean a whole lot to you? Read the easy directions on the red and green wrapper. Then follow them closely. Use any time of the year. throwing back her head and beating her breast, "is Jane. She is my cousin Jane.” A low murmur from the others tob'- of sympathetic understanding. They also ha" kin. and often the kin were guests. "I spent all my Easter money taking her to grand opera," wailed the soloist, "and when I said, 'That's Caruso; isn't he divine?' she said, 'J don’t think he is as good as the records.' ”1 spent my summer clothes money in taking her to Boston, and she was dis appointed when we left because we hadn't had any beans. “I took her to the beach. She said she had a bath tub at home. I showed her over the Olympic. She said she supposed it was larger than that. 1 took her to the art gallery. She didn’t see anything as fine as a landscape she had painted, and that sold for five dol lars at a church fair. "The rarest specimen in the aqua rium reminded her of mustard sardines, and”—the sobs began to choke the so loist—"she had seen corset advertise ments more interesting than the god dess of” — Her voice now could be scat ely heard with her. "She is going to stay three months longer!” she shrieked, and then was heard no more, for there burst from the throats of the others a wail of sympa thy so shrill and so prolonged that no one’s wail could be told from an other's. Daysey Mayme had touched the pop ular chord! Steam Heat Makes AX/omen Fat, Says Billy Burke Charming Actress Expresses Startling Theory in Beauty Interview ' I T x APi ?71 s7 'SkS sfwtSasak ■ HHf ■ J • -z r-' • * /J nwzWZ’"'' - \\ /7 ' —imt-’V vd // t y, -/: ik. ' V? JBi. MrWßbk Bbll’ -—• ba iCBvZ By MARGARET HIBBARD AYER. MISS BILLIE BURKE isn’t exact ly the kind of person you would expect to find extolling the de lights and benefits of the simple life, the quiet life, the life rural and peaceful. Fascinating Miss Burke is associated -chiefly in our mind with all the be witching butterfly qualities of the restless, winsome,. coquettish star in genue which she depicts on the stage, and it came as a sort of shock to find that Miss Billie was promulgating these theories of quiet and restfulness as aids to youth and beauty, when I saw her itt her dressing room, after watching her in all the changing moods of the "Mind the Paint Girl.” You appreciate how thoroughly Miss Burke has gotten under the skin of her part if you pass quickly from the glamour that Lilly Parradell has thrown over yon and go into Miss Burke's room behind the stage at the Lyceum after the play is ovei just as I did. I had never met Miss Burke before, for I am always in dread of be ing disillusioned, but this time there was nothing to fear. A Marked Change. In the two or three minutes that elapsed since the falling of the curtain on the last act Miss Burke seemed to have changed her personality as she had changed her frock. The stage per sonality had been intensely interesting, but both personality and the frock that went with it in the star’s dressing room were refreshingly novel and delightful. Miss Burke is as unaffected as you could imagine. All the will-o'-the-wisp motions of Lilly Parradell were trans formed into the quiet and gracious movements of Billie Burke, and she looks younger off the stage than on. The frock, too, was unusual. A white chiffon thing looped up on sleeves and bodice and skirt, and fastened with lit tle bunches of quaint old-fashioned flow ers. She made a charming picture, and this time it was with real curiosity that I asked her how she managed to retain so much vitality and exuberant youth and a face unlined and devoid of any trace of fatigue amid a life as strenuous and exhausting as that which the popular star leads. “Oh, w'hat do you want me to say'.”’ said Miss Burke, as if the question were rather embarrassing. With all her girlishness, she im presses you as absolutely sincere. She wouldn’t talk even to please a press agent, for she knows it's flubdub, and so do I. Still I did want to know' how she kept the fountain of youth a-bub bling. "I don't think I do anything espe cially. Nothing worth writing about. Let me see. Yes; I have It. I think I remain well and full of vitality for my work because I get all the resi that I need." she ventured at last. Lives Out of Town. “No one in New York ever gets rest ed; at least, that’s what I think.,and so I don’t live in New York, but out of tow n, a llttb way up the Hudson. Out there I get quiet, sound sleep and rest, with no noise to harass the nerves. There it Is not possible that there should be constant demands made upon my time. “The first winter that I played In New- York 1 lived In the city, but that was enough. Never again! It seems to me I never stopped: I never had any rest or quiet. 1 never knew what it was to relax for a moment. Since then I have lived In the country, and 1 feel that it Is worth the extra effort in getting in and out A* a matter of fact. I rather like to drive out at night, It’s only Jr B A A MISS BILLIE. BURKE IN CHARAC TERISTIC POSES. about 40 minutes and I find it very restful. "I lead a very simple, quiet existence, but I love the country, as all English people do. and that compensates me for a great deal. Have you ever thought how strange it is that in America, where great distances seem to be of no account whatever, people dread living a few miles outside of the city? Now, in England people run in and out of Lon don and live quite a distance out with out feeling suburban, or out of it in any way. “Keeping young and well is very largely a matter of the mind, don’t you think? If you feel young, and if you are physically t efreshed by plenty of sleep and rest, it's natural that you should have exuberant youthful spirit-. Probably most women would retain their youth much longer if they could learn to rest, if they didn’t try to keep up with everything at one time, and if they didn't live at such terrific high pressure Compliments England. “We all feel this so ti ciuendouslj when we come to America, for in Eng land life is so much more leisurely, even in London itself.” I was complimenting. Miss Burke on the beautiful frocks she wore In the play, especially the one in the second act. and she expressed eonsldi table -at isfaction at having grown thinner dur ing het vacation. “Every one seems to grow fat here, don’t they? It’s the steam heat,” said Miss Burke, emphatically. "The steam heat?" I asked. very much surprised for I have never hear t the steam heat blamed for that partic ular sin. "Why, yes,” said Miss Burke, placid ly. “The houses and theaters are so overheated that people nattrally get sluggish and lazy in wintertime and dislike exercising, exactly as if it wen the heart of summer. That's what hap pened to me. but I'll have no more steam-heated rooms in my house at least. "That intense heat is very had so; one. anyhow. It seems to me that be sides making one dull and logg) men- / Have a Spaghetti Night in your home once / a week Make a steaming dish of Faust \ / Spaghetti the principal feature of the menu. \ I will he a popular night with all the family \ / “and their friends. 1 / AT YOUR GROCERS I I / In sealed packages 5c and 10c | \ MAULI BROS. St Loui,.. Mu I \ tally and physically, it dries the skin, and it is certainly dreadful for the voice. Here in the di easing room we have a constant light to keep the steam neat from overpowering us, for if you are not used to it, it is devitalizing am’ enervating. "I am sure It makes people fat. and I believe that if women would take a si and against overheated apartments they would be much healthier in every way.” , So take it from Billie Burke, who is the embodiment of health, and when the janitor tin ns on the steam in about three weeks, as he will do, whether the thermometer regioter-s summer weather or not. don't lei the heat get into your room, for It will mean extra pounds on your figure, and extra bills to pay the doctor. Altogether Miss Billie's secrete of beauty are so sensible and practical that you wouldn't think she was a mucll flattered and much envied theatrical star and one of the very prettiest girls on this or any othei stage. WASHING THE WINDOWS. A boy about fourteen years old, em ployed at a grocer's was washing the windows the other morning when a pe destrian with a squint in his eye came along and stopped to say: "Boy, don’t you see that the water is running all over the pavement and making it so slippery that people are liable to fall and break their necks?” "Yes, sir. 1 do," was the reply. “Then why do you wash your bloom ing old windows?” ''lt’s the orders of the boss, sir. If the boss should come down and not find the windows washed he’d say to me; " Joe, you infernal imp of laziness, why haven’t you washed the windows this morning?’ 'Because a cock-eyed man with a stiff knee objected.' I’d reply. And j then he’d say that you could go and Ibe hanged to you. That would make I you mad, ami you’d drop in to have it out with him. My boss is a small man and humble looking, but how he can scrap! The minute you opened on him he'd w hirl around and cock your other eye and smash that other knee, and there’d be a call for the ambulance, anil you'd be laid up in the hospital for at least sixty days. Sorry if I in convenienced you, sir; but I have got to continue to wash. I've got to do it to ho|d my job, and I've got to do it to keep the boss from knocking you into th' middle of next week, and now you know all about it." "Yes, I know all about it. and hanged if I wouldn’t give two bits for the priv ilege of smashing you to mincemeat!” muttered the cock-eyed man as he skat ed over the wet spot. ‘ 4 lnitials Only By Anna Katherine Grene A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (Copyright. 1911, Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911. by Dodd. Mead & Co.) TODAY S INSTALLMENT. “When I lost my daughter. I lost every thing,” he declared, as they walked slowly up the road. “Nothing excites my inter est. save that which once excited hers. I am told that the deepest interest of her life lay here. I am also told that it was an interest quite worthy of her. 1 expect to find it so. I hope with all my heart to find it so. and that is why I have come to this town and expect to linger fill Mr. Brotherson has recovered sufficiently to see me. I hope that this will be agree able to him. I hope that I am not pre suming too much in cherishing these ex pectations. Doris turned her candid eyes upon him. "I can not tell; I do not know,” said she. "Nobody knows, not even the doctor, what effect the news we so dread to give him will have upon Mr. Brotherson. You will have to wait—we all shall have to wait the results of that revelation. It can not be kept from him much longer. When I return. I shall shrink from his first look, in the fear of seeing it betray this dread ful knowledge. Yet 1 have a faithful woman there to keep every one out of his room.” “You have had much to carry for one so young. ' was Mr. Chailoner's sympa thetic remark. "You must let me help you when that awful moment comes. I am at the hotel anti shall stay there till Mr. Brotherson is pronounced quite well. 1 have no other duty now in life but to sustain him through his trouble and then, with what aid he can give, search out anti find the cause of my daughter's death which 1 will never admit without the full est proof, to have been one of suicide.” Doris trembled. "It was not suicide." she declared, ve hemently. “1 have always felt sure that it was not; hut today I know.” Her hand fell clenched on her breast and her eyes gleamed strangely. Mr. Chailoner was himself greatly startled. What had happened—what could have happened since yesterday that she should emphasize that now? . "I've not told any one," she went on, as he stopped short in the road, in his anxiety to understand her. “But 1 will tell you. Only, not here, not with all these people driving past; most of whom know me. Come to the house later —this evening, after Mr. Brotherson's room is closed for the night. I have a little sit ting room on the other side of the hall where we can talk without being heard. Would you object to doing that? Am 1 asking too hutch of you?" “No, not at all." he assured her. “Ex pect me at eight. Will that he too early?" "No'no. Oh. how those people stared! Let us hasten hack or they may connect your name with what we want kept secret.” He smiled at her fears, but gave in to her humor; he would see heresoon agtt'ti and possibly learn something which would amply repay him, both for his trouble and his patience. But when evening came and she turned to face him in that little sitting room where he had quietly followed her. he was conscious of a change in her manner which forbade these high hopes. The gleam was gone from her eyes; the trem ulous eagerness from her mobile and sen sitive mouth. She had been thinking in the hours which had passed, and had lost the confidence of that one impetuous mo ment. Her greeting betrayed embarrass ment and she hesitated painfully before she spoke. “I don't know what you will think of me." she ventured at last, motioning to a chair but not sitting herself. "You have had time to think over wixat I said and probably expect something real something you could tell people. But it J HERE IS COFFEE U ffIKR lU«*h. Flavory Coffee—Coffee with a full measure of K&r | ffoodneaa In every cup J Maxwell House Blend Ljj | h*** mii uuequaled reputation for quality mid reliability < Aak Yonr Grocer For It) Fl CHEEK-NEAL COFFEE CO. (\ A NASHVIM.H, TENN. Edfl jfej HOUSTON, TEX. JACKSONVU.LF., FLA. MB OLD SHOES MADE NE\V GWINN’S SHOE SHOP 6 LUCKIE STREET, OPPOSITE PIEDMONT HOTEL BELL PHONE IVY 4131. ATLANTA 2640. before M\ Call Taxicab Co. When in a Huny. Beil Phone hy 367. Atlanta 220 Isn’t like that. It’s a feeling—a belief. I’m so sure—” , “Sure of what, Miss Scott?” She gave a glance at the door before stepping up nearer. He had not taken the chair she proffered. "Sure that I have seen the face of th* man who murdered her. It was in a dream," she whisperingly completed, her great eyes misty with awe. "A dream. Miss Scott?” He tried to hide nis disappointment. "Yes; I knew that it would sound fool ish to you; it sounds foolish to me. But listen, sir. Listen to what I have to tell and then you can judge. I was very much agitated yesterday. I had to write a letter at Mr. Brotherson’s dictation—a letter to her. You can understand my horror and the effort I made to hide my emotion. 1 was quite unnerved. I could not sleep tin morning, and then —and then —I saw—l hope I can describe it." Grasping at a near-by chair, she leaned on It for support, closing her eyes to all but that inner vision. A breathless mo ment followed, then she murmured in strained monotonous tones: T° Be Continued in Next Issue. 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