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THE OEO&QIAM’S MAGAZIWE PAGE
“Initials 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.
"What has oatne to me” Undone in an
hour! Doubly undone' First bj a fa< e
•.nd then by thin though, which sun-Ij
the devils have whispered to me Mr
Chailoner and Oswald' What is the link
between them" Great God! what is the
link" Not myself’ Who then, or what?'
Flinging himself into a chair, he buried
his fare in his hands There were two
demons to fighV-the first In the grilse of
■n angel Darts' Unknown yesterday
unknown an hour ago; but now' Had
there ever been a day an hour when
She had not been as the very throb of
his hear' the light of his eyes, and the
crown of all Imaginable blisses’
He was startled at his own emotion as
he contemplated her linage in his fancy
and listened for the 'os; echo of the few
words she had spoken words so full of
music when the' referred to his brother,
■o hard and cold when she simply ad- j
dressed himself i
This was no passing admiration of .
youth for a captivating woman This was
not even 'he love he had given to Edith
Chailoner This was something springing
full-born out of nothing' a force which,
fior the first time In his life, made him
complaisant to the natural weakness of
man' a dream and yet a reality strong ;
enough to blot out the past, remake the i
present, change the aspect of all hopes, ;
•nd outline a new fate He did not know I
himself There was nothing In hie whole
Mstory to give him an understanding of |
•och feelings as these
Can a man be seized as it were by the
hair, and swung up on the slopes of para
dlse or down the steeps of hell without si
forewarning. without the chance even
mv whether he wished such a cataclysm
in his life or no*
He. Orland Brotherson. had never
thought much of love. Science had been ;
his mistress, ambition his lodestar Such -
feeling as he had acknowledged to had i
been for men struggling men. men who j
were downtrodden and gasping In the nar
row bounds of poverty and helplessness. '
Miss Challoner had roused -well, bis i
pflde He could see that now. The might |
of this new emotion made plain many I
things he had passed by as useless, puer- j
He. unworthy of a man of mental caliber i
•♦id might He had never loved Edith |
Challoner at any moment of their ac- j
gliaintanceship though he had been sin- ;
oere In thinking that he did Doris
Hatitj', the hour he had just passed with I
hpt. had undeceived him.
Did he hall the experience ’ It was not )
likely to bring him joy This young girl
whose Image floated tn light before his
eyes would never love him She loved his
brother lie had heard their names men
tioned together before he had been In town
Mi hour Oswald. the cleverest man,
Doris, the most beautiful girl. In western
Pennsylvania
He had accepted the gossip then; he had
not seen her and it all seemed very nat
ural—hardly worth a moment's thought.
But now I
And here the other demon sprang erect
and grappled with him before the first
one had let go his hold. Oswald and Chai
loner! The secret, unknown something
which had softened that bard man’s eye
when his brother's name was mentioned!
He had noted It and realized the mys
tery. a mystery before which sleep and
rest must fly; a mystery to which be must
now give his thought, whatever the cost,
whatever the loss to those heavenly
dreams the magic of which was so new it
seemed to envelop him in the balm of
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I paradise Away. then. Image of light!
I Let the faculties thou hast dazed act
• again. There Is more than Fate's caprice
! in Challoner’s interest in a man he never
saw Ghosts of old memories rise and de
mand a hearing Facts, trivial and
commonplace enough to have been
lost In oblivion with the day
which gave them birth, throng again from
the past, proving that nought dies with
out a possibility of resurrection. Their
power over this brooding man is shown
hr the force with which his Angara crush
against his bowed forehead Oswald and
Challoner! Had he found the connecting
link" Flax! it been—could it have been
Edith? The preposterous is sometimes
true, could it be true in thia case?
He recalled the letters read to him as
hers in that room of his in Brooklyn Hu
had hardly noted them then, he was so
sine of their being forgeries, gotten up
by the police to mislead him Could they
have been teal, the effusions of her mind,
the breathings of her heart, directed to
an actual O. B. and that O. 8., his
| brother" They had not been meant for
| him He had read enough of the mawkiah
| lines to be sure of that. None of the al
lusions fitted In with the facts of their
mutual intercourse But they might with
those of another man; they might with
the possible acts and affections of Oswald
whose temperament was wholly different
; from Ids anti who might have loved her.
I should it ever be shown that they had
‘ met and known each other And this
I was not an impossibility. Oswald had
I been East, Oswald had even been In the
flerkshires before himself Oswald
; Why it was Oswald, who had suggested
j that he should go there go where she
still was Why this second coincidence.
; if there were no tie if the Challoners and
I Oswald were far apart as they seemed
and as conventionalities would naturally
place them Oswald was a sentlmental
[ Ist. but very reserved about his senti
mentalities If the.-c supposition were
i true, he had had a sentimentalist’s tno
i tive for what lie did. As Orlando realized
i this, he rose from his scat, aghast at the
; possibilities confronting him from this
I line of thought. Should he contemplate
' them'.’ Risk his reason by dwelling on a
■ supposition which might have no founda-
I tlon in fact? No. His brain was too full
his purposes too important for any un
| necessary strain to be put upon his facul
i ties No thinking! investigation first,
i Mr Challoner should be able to settle this
i question. He would see hint. Even at
I ihis late hour he ought to be able to find
, him in one of the rooms below; and, by
I the force of an irresistible demand, learn
I in a moment whether he had to do with
| a mere chimera of his own overwrought
l fancy, or with a fact which would call
into play all the resources of an hitherto
unconquered and undaunted nature.
There was a wood-fire burning in the
sitting room that night, and around it was
grouped a number of men with their
papers and pipes Mr. Brotherson. enter
ing, naturally looked that way for the
man be was in search of. and was disap
pointed not to find him there; but on
casting his glances elsewhere, he was re
lieved to see him standing in one of the
windows overlooking the street. His back
was to the room and he seemed to be lost
in a fit of abstraction.
As Orlando crossed to him, he hadj’time
to observe how much whiter was this
man's head than tn ihe last Interview he
had held with him In the coroner's office
in New York. But this evidence of grief
in one with whom he had little, if any
thing. in common, neither touched his
feelings nor deterred his step. The awak
ening of his heart to now and profound
emotions had not softened him toward the
sufferings of others if those others stood
; without the pale he had previously raised
I as the legitimate boundary of a just man's
! sympathies.
He was. as 1 have said, an extraordi
| nary specimen of manly vigor in body and
j in mind, and his presence in any com
pany always attracted attention and
roused, if it never satisfied, curiously.
Conversation accordingly ceased as he
| strode up to Mr. Challoner's side, so that
his words were quite audible as he ad
dressed that gentleman with a somewhat
curt: _
“■You see me again. Mr Challoner.
Maj I beg of you a few minutes’ further
conversation" I will not detain you
long."
Tne grey head turned, and the many
eyes watching showed surprise at the ex-
I pression of dislike and repulsion with
which this New York gentleman met the |
! request thus emphatically urged. But his
I answer was courteous enough If Mr
I Brotherson knew a place where they
would be left undisturbed, he would lis
ten to him If he would be very brief.
. To Be Continued in Next Issue
“Dancing Is My Secret of Beauty/' Declares Rita Stanwood
Bv MARGARET HUBBARD
AYER
MISS RITA STANWOOD had not
come in from rehearsal when
I called to see her "My Best
Girl” was up at the theater, though it
was early on .Monday morning, when
you think at least that actresses are
getting a well earned rest
'Rita works so hard.” said the "Best
Giri's” proud mamma, who looks very
young to have so famous a little daugh
ter
”1 suppose it’s yon who take care of
her health,” said I. endeavoring to get
started on this "How to be beautiful”
interview.
"Os course, you're very particular as
to what she eats, and al; that,” I went
on, when just then I espied the largest,
the fattest, the deepest, the widest and
altogether the most monstrous box of
candy I had ever seen, sitting placidly
in the middle of the table. It was full
of those great, big. lovely, luscious,
fattening, rich chocolates. Mrs Stan
wood offered some to me and helped
herself with that beautiful unconcern
of the person who knows that she has
beauty enough in the family not to
have to bother with chocolate creams,
and rules for dieting
"Do you let the ‘Best Girt' - eat choc
olates?” I asked in a horrified tone.
Against the Rules.
"Why. yes, I think they're nourish
ing, don’t you?” said the mother plac
idly. "Rita has had so many chocolates
sent to her and I like them so much
myself, that really 1 hardly eat any
thing else.”
This was against all precedent, and I
was just going to remonstrate when
Rita Stanwood herself blew in. looking
as f■’< sh and sweet as a rose, and sim
ply exuding health and vitality.
The first thing she did after greeting
me was to take one of those chocolates,
and she hadn't had her lunch yet.
either. As I felt that somebody ought
to live up to the principles of a hygienic
diet. I played martyr to the cause, and
would let neither of them tempt me to
touch one of the candies.
"I just love chocolates,” said Miss
Stanwood, as she bit into a particularly
good one, and then eyed the other half
with a kind of affectionate regard. She
was dressed in a pretty, sensible little
suit, with a severely plain white silk
shirtwaist, and her bright young eyes
and clear complexion and pink cheeks
prove that one can eat chocolates with
out the dire results that physicians
croak about. Still I do protest—
“ Don’t say that chocolates are bad
lor one,” said pretty Miss Rita, with an
Ingratiating charm of manner which is
natural to her. "If I sat around and
ate candy all the time, that’d be one
thing, but 1 really work very hard, and,
1 don't think an occasional chocolate
does any harm They give it to sol
diers after a long march,” she went on
mischievously, "and if you want to suc
ceed in this profession, you have to
work, work, all the time.
"I love my regular stage work, and
the performances of 'My Best GW are
a real recreation to me. But, besides
that. 1 work every day at dancing, and
there—that is something that I can rec
ommend. Every woman ought to learn
how to dance, and girls especially
should make a real study of it. Dancing
is the best exercise for girls. It’s in
teresting. which regular physical cul
ture Is not; DANCING STIMULATES
THE IMAGINATION; it makes one
graceful. and for that reason it’s a
tremendous factor in social as well as
stage success.
Why It Helps.
"You see, if you are quite graceful,"
Miss Rita went on. "you aren't likely to
become self-conscious and embarrassed.
People who don’t know how to move
properly, who haven’t been taught the
graceful disposition of their body
through dancing, are always self-con
scious, and consequently awkward and
often ridiculous the minute they are
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MISS RITA STANWOOD. LEADING LADY IN "MY BEST GIRL.”
placed in an embarrassing or difficult
situation.
"The mind has so much to do with
the body, hasn’t it?” continued this
very young actress, woh already knows
so much. "Sometimes I think it’s all a
question of mind. I atn sure that suc
cess is a matter of determination and
will power. At least, it has been with
me. I’ve never let anything or anybody
down me: I’m like the little boy who
won’t be licked,
“I’ve been detremined to succeed and
I work and work to that end. There
was a song - which I didn't use to sing
satisfactorily—that is, there was one
place where I always got off the pitch.
Lots of singers do that, but I'm not go
ing to. I determined to get the better
of that fault, and I told Mr. Clifton
Crawford that if he'd only give me a
little time at It I would do it all right.
I made my singing teacher coach me
on that song hour after hour. I worked
and studied and thought, and I con
quered it. It goes all right now. doesn’t
it? The minute any one says ’you
can’t’ to me, I just say ‘l’ll show you.’
“That’s why I know that if you just
stick at a thing and work and work,
you're bound to accomplish it. I've
made up my to be able to sing regular
Advice to the Lovelorn
By Beatrice Fairfax
YOU ARE MISTAKEN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I mi in love with a young man
and think lie loves me. He has been
coming to see me every Friday.
Last Thursday'l went to a party
with him. and on our way home he
seemsd maxi, and did vot talk with
me. He asked me to let him call
Friday night. I said he could. He
did not come Friday and I have
not seen him since.
LONELY SIS.
You want him to love you? There
fore. after the manner of nice little
girls, yon THINK he loves you.
My dear, he hasn’t the first symptom
of It. If he ever loved you. he would
love himself less. He would not sulk
and pout like a baby. 1 beg that you
put him out of your mind.
YOU GIVE THE REMEDY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and deeply in love
with a young man eight years my
senior, whom 1 met last summer.
This young man has told me he
loves me. but at times he is very in
different, and could see me oftener
if he tried to. He knows 1 love him
dearly, and often I think if I could
treat him coolly lie would think
more of me. but he is very inde-
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prima donna parts in two years time,
and 1 know that I will do it.”
Miss Stanwood spoke so earnestly
and with such determination that no
one could help but believe her. Every
step that she has taken upward on the
ladder to success has been accomplished
entirely by this force of character,
which does not show in the sweet, girl
ish face, the large, gentle eyes, though
there is a suggestion of it in the strong
line of the chin, which saves the face
from looking insipid, as so many very
young and pretty girls do.
Had Beauty Even Then.
Many people will remember Miss
Stanwood a few years ago, when she
played the athletic girl in Richard
Carle’s production of “Little Mary.” She
was then just at the beginning of her
career, but was selected for that part
because of her beauty and her perfect
physical proportions.
She insisted, despite the chocolate ep
iside, that she ate only very simple
food, and that she had plenty of sleep,
and she looks more like a breezy out
of-doors girl than almost any stage
beauty I have seen so far.
"People say this life is all automo
biles and that sort of thing.” said the
Best Birl. "My car is the one that runs
up and down the street —on the tracks.”
pendent and I’m afraid that if I did
! would lose him altogether.
There are several other young
men who are very desirous of my
company. DISTRESSED ONE.
You are right. If you were more
indifferent he would be more anxious.
You need not be afraid such a course
would result in losing him. Lovers are
not lost that way. They are lost when
a girl mopes and sighs and lets him
plainly see that her heart is on its
knees to him.
UNDER THE CIRCUMSTANCES, YES
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been keeping company
with a young man of twenty-one
for the past five months. I love
him very much and know my love
is reciprocated. As his birthday is
next month. I am at a loss to know
if it is proper for me to give him
some gift. If the same is proper,
kindly advise me what would be
suitable for me tv get him.
ROSE CONROY.
Men are easily pleased in gifts of
this kind. The fact that you remem
bered his birthday will be such joy to
him he will not criticise the gift. Does
he like books? Would he approve of
your taste in a tie? Or get your moth
er to invite him to a birthday dinner
Don't spend much. That is bad taste.
Be sincere and cordial and make your
good wishes ring true That’s whal
counts!
HE IS SPOILED.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am in love with a young man
two years my senior. He likes me
very much, but he always flirts and
goes with other girls. 1 have known
him a short while. He is hand
>me looking and is twenty-one
tears old. ANXIOUS
He is handsome, therefore spoiled.
Don’t let your heart become involved,
I ••r a man flirt is the most despicable
of all human being' No greater sor
row can come to a woman than to
give her heart to a man like the one
© © The Manicure Lady & ©
((TAM sorry that the baseball season
is over,” said the Manicure
A Lady. "All that I will hear the
next month will be football, and good
ness knows, George, that I don’t know
a plunging fullback from a Buli Moose.
While the baseball season was on I had
a kind of interest in the game, being
that brother Wilfred used to do a lot of
pitching when he was going through
the high school, and me and sister
Mayme used to go and watch him get
ting batted out of the box. It was al
ways the same with him in baseball,
George, as it has been since in the
walks of life in which he has walked or
got kicked out of—brother never could
quite make good. He always could get
a new job somehow. I suppose on ac
count of his good looks and the clothes
that the old gent liked to provide for
him" when the tailor sent him the bill,
but as sure as he was able to get a job,
just that sure he was able to lose it.”
“You are sure wound up this morn
ing, ain’t you?” asked the Head Barber.
"I got as much right to talk as you
have!” exclaimed the Manicure Lady.
"Maybe women hasn't got the sacred
right to vote with a lot of ward heelers
yet. George, but you can lay your last
dollar that they have the right to talk,
the same as they had at the dawn of
Eden, or whatever was the name of the
garden that they got dispossessed from.
Now, if you can forget that you are a
barber long enough to be a gent, I will
finish what it was that 1 started out to
say. 1 hate to see the football season
start. I know that you had a cousin
once that played under Mister Yost, of
the Michigan football team, but that
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Anty Drudge Gives the Grocer
Some Advice.
Anty Drudgt— "Helio, is this Mam 1211? Yes? That you
Mr. Smith? You eend your boy back to Mrs. Jone?
at once to take away the things he left thia morning.
Why? Because she ordered Fels-Naptha soap and
you sent an imitation. You were out of Fete-Naptha
soap, you say ? What has that got to do with it ?
If you were out of good money, would you give
Mrs. Jones counterfeit? Mr. Smith, if I was Mrs.
Jones I would take m<y patronage to the grocer who
saw to it that he was not out of Fete-Naptha.”
A woman who washed the old-fashion
ed way Ln steaming suds and with much
rubbing changed to Fels-Naptha soap.
Her clothes wore better than they had
in the past.
She gave the credit to the quality of
the fabrics.
But one day some one asked her to try
something “just as good” as Fels-Naptha
soap. She did.
And her clothes were in shreds in a
few months.
Then the reason dawned on the wo
man. she secret of lasting wear was
Fek-Naptha soap and the Fek-Naptha way
of washing.
You can’t boil and hard mb clothes
and expect them to last; neither can you
“eat” the dirt out of clothes without “eat
ing” the life out too.
Fels-Naptha washes colored clothes
without fading. Fels-Naptha won't shrink
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Ihe easiest and best way to use
Fels-Naptha soap is the right way —in cool
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year.
Follow the directions on the red and
green wrapper.
Bv William F. Ktrk
don't make me any stronger for the
game."
"I don’t see any reason why yo u ~,
sore at the game." said the Head Bar
ber.
"It ain’t the game so much,” said the
Manicure Lady; “it is the college kids
that comes streaming in here after
football season begins to have the;-
nails did. You don’t know how f PP sh
they try to be. George. 1 wouldn’t eaie
if some smooth drummer from N ew
York. Paris and London tried to kid
a little, but when one of them halt
baked college boys tries to get my goa,
as the poet says, the best thing for him
to do is to look out for the cars, be
cause the crossing - is never very far
ahead. Them boys with the hats turned
up in front will take a lot of we| ? ] lt
trying to make fun of me. It ain’t in
the cards. George."
Just then a typical college boy cams
in and made for the Manicure’s table
"I made straight for you the moment
I saw you.” he said.
“I knew you was coming to have
your nails did by me,” said the Mani
cure Lady, sweetly.
"Did you. pretty maiden?” asked the
youth.
“Indeed 1 did!” replied the Manicure
Lady.
“Oh. you little rascal! I’ll just bet
you didn’t know anything of the so t ’
“Indeed I did!” insisted the Mani
cure Lady.
"How did* you know?”
“You couldn’t have come in here fi.r
anything else," replied the Manicure
Lady. "You are too young to need a
shave."