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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 Shctect Ifcu'iitety! 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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 ■ V'm < * ill / // \ ' • J // \ ” A W w // f v 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- CASTOR IA Tor Infants and Children. Thi Kind You Havi Always Bought Baars tha XTr / '.?"~* Mgaatare 01 . !U— .' '_. ..' .... - .. (< ! rwjFllfy i <« *W»j uT»T ? / * 1 ? 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 ?*”***& iII It® Ji /•jjj 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 or roughen flannels. Fels-Naptha makes the wash white and pure and sweet. Ihe easiest and best way to use Fels-Naptha soap is the right way —in cool or lukewarm water. Use any time of the 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."