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THE OEO&OIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modem Tunes
.-mvright, 1911. Street * Smith.) i
.'lint? 1911. by Dodd, Mead & Co.) ]
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
n-hat has come to me? i'ndone in an ,
Doubly undone: First by a face ,
ur . h „, by this thought which surely t
ievits have whispered to me. Mr.
~n p r and Oswald! What is the link .
hem? Gi’eat God! what is the ,
\ot myself! Who then, or what ."
•lingng himself into a chair, he buried
, ~e n his hands. There were two ,
’.,'. ns fight—the first in the guise of ,
Doris! Unknown yesterday.
1111 hour aKo: but now! llad
>re ever been a day—an hour- w hen
' had not been as the very throb of
’,'eai'. the light of his eyes, and the
■ all imaginable blisses’.’
" w. - -tartled at his own emotion as
; template*! her image in his fancy
A listened for the lost echo of the few’
site had spoken -words so full of
when they referred to his brother.
■ hard ami cold when she simply ad-
nlmself.
■.U was no passing admiration of
Kth tor a captivating woman. This was
■ pven the love he had given to Edith
■ 't his was something springing
■.born out of nothing! a force which.
■ the tirst rime in his life, made hint
Kipl.itsin: to the natural weakness of
Kp a dream and yet a reality strong
■ tn blot out the past, remake the
HA... change the aspect of all hones,
■ nutline a new fate. He did not know
Kp e p. There was nothing in his whole
■ or) give him an understanding of
■h feelings as these.
■ an n r .an be seized as it were by the
■r. and swung up on the slopes of para-
Bt or down the steeps of hell -without a
Bewarr.lng. without the chance even, jo
B whether he wished such a cataclysm ‘
Kt's life or no?
K„ Orland Brotherson. had never
B-gn* much of love. Science bad been
■ mistress: ambition his lodestar. Such
B'.rg as he had acknowledged to bad
Br. tor men —struggling men. men who
■e downtrodden and gasping in the nar-
■ bounds of poverty and helplessness
B<s t'halloner had roused —well, his
Bi? He could see that now. The might
Btliis new emotion maiie plain many
H-gs he bad passed by as useless, puer-
B hi worthy of a man of mental caliber
B might. He had never loved Edith
at any moment of their ac-
Bjntanceship, though he had been sin-
Bf in thinking that he did. Doris'
B ;ty, the hour lie bad Just passed with
B. had undeceived him.
Bm he hail the experience'.’ It was not
to bring him joy. This young girl
Image floated in light before tiis
Be would never love him. She loved bis
Bthe.r lie had beard their names men
together before he had been in town
Bhour Oswald, the cleverest man.
the most beautiful girl, in western
had accepted the gossip then: lie had ,
■ seer. her and it all seemed very nat-
hardly worth a moment's thought.
nor’
here the other demon sprang erect
grappled with him before the tirst
Muti let go his hold, Oswald and Clial-
The secret, unknown something
Meh had softened that hard man’s eye
his brother's name was mentioned!
■ bar' noted It and realized the mys- ■
a myslery before which sleep and
must fly; a mystery to which he must
give his thought, whatever the cost,
the lost* to those heavenly
the magic of which was so new it
to envelop him in the balm of
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paradise. Away. then. Image of light’.
et the faculties thou hast dazed act
again. There is more than Fate's caprice
in Challoner's interest in a man he rever
saw Ghosts nf old memories rise and de
mand a hearing Facts, trivial and
'•omm.ir place enough to have been
lost tn oblivion with the day
which gave them birth, throng again from
the past, proving that nought d>s with
a possibility O s resurrection. Their
Power over this brooding man is shown
")> ib.e force with which his ringers crush
ag t ’isi his bowed forehead. Oswald and
' halloner! Had he found the connecting
hnk ’ Had it been could it have been
Hnith. rhe preposterous is sometimes
true, could it be true in this case*.'
He recalled the letters read to him as
hers in that room of his in Brooklyn, lie
had hardls noted them then, he was so
niif of tnoir being forgeries, guucn up
by the police to mislead him. Could they
have been real, the effusions of her mind,
the breathings of her heart, directed to
an actual O. 8., and that O. 8..
brother: Tuey had not been meant for
him. He had i <-a<l enough of the mawkish
Hr.es 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
front his and who might have loved her,
should it ever be shown that the\ had
met and known each other. And this
wa * not an impossibility. Oswald "had
beef; East, Oswald had even been in the
before himself. Oswald
Why it was Oswald, who had suggested
that he should go there go where she
still was. \\ ny this second coincidence,
if (here were no tie if the Challoners and
< r-jwald w< re as far apart as they seemed
and as conventionalities would naturally
plat <• them. Oswald was a sentimental
ist. but very reserved about his senti
mentalities. if these supposition were
true, he had had a sentimentalist's mo-
Hve for what he did. As Orlando realized,
this, he rose from his seat, aghast at the
possibilities confronting him from this
line of thought. Should he contemplate
them? Risk his reason by dwelling n a
supposition which might have no founda
iion in fa<l? No. His brain was too full
his purposes too important for any un
necessary strain to be pul upon his facul
ties. No thinking! investigation first.
Mr. Chalioner should be able to : eiile this
question. He would see him. Evtn at
this late hour he ought to be able to rind
him in one of the rooms below; and. by
the force of an in*-s : stible demand, learn
in a moment whether he had to do with
a mere chimera of his own overwrought
fancy, or with a fact which would call
into play all the resources of an hitherto
unconquered and undaunted nai ’•
There was a wood-fire burning in the
sitting room that night, ami eround h was
grouped a number of men with their
papers and pipes. Mr. Brotherson. enter
ing. naturally looked that way for tiie
i man l.< was in search of, and was disap
pointed not to find him there; hut on
casting his glance : elsewhere, he aas re
lieved to see him standing in ore of the
windows overlooking the street. His back
was to the room and he seemed to be lost
in a lit of abstraction.
As Orlando crossed to him. he had time
to observe how much whiter was this
man's head than in the last interview be
had held with him in the coroper’s offic-*
In New York But this evidence of gt icf
in one with whom he had little if any
thing. in common, neither touched his
feelings nor deterred his step. The a weak
ening of his heart to new and profound
' • motions had not softened him toward the
sufferings of others if those others stood
without the pale he had previously ra : sed
as the legitimate boundary of a just man’s
; sympathies.
i He was. as 1 have said, an extraordi
nary soe< iim n of manly vigor in bcay and
'in mind, ami his presence in an\ com-
I pan > always attracted attention and
roused, if it never satisfied, curiously.
(Conversation accordingly ceased as he
Isliouc up to Air. i ’halloner's side, so that
iliis words v.« re quite audible as he ad
■r,-‘-'ed that gentleman with a somew’hat
curt:
■ “You see me again. Mi. t'halloner.
Ma\ 1 beg of you a few minutes' further
conversation? I will not eletain you
long.''
The grey head turned, at.d the many
eyes watching showeel surprise at the eN
p; -ssion of dishke and repulsion with
which this New York gentleman met the
request thus emphatically urged. But his
answer was courteous enough. If Mr
Brotherson a place where they
would he left undisturbed. Ike would lis
ten to him if he w ouid 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
1 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
Gill’s" proud mamma, who looks very
young to have so famous a little daugh
ter.
"I suppose it’s you who take care of
her health.” said I. endeavoring to ge.
started on this "How to b” beautiful”
interview.
"Os cour-e, you're very pa tit ular as
to what she eats, and a! Gat," 1 went
on. when just then 1 < s; it i the largest,
the fattest, the de pest, the widest and
altogether the most monstrous box of
candy I had ever seen, sitting placidl)
in the middle of the table. I; was full
of those great, big. lovely, luscious,
fattening, rich chocolates. Mrs. Stan
wood offered some to me and helped
herself witli tliat beautiful unconcern
of the pe son who knows that she has
beauty enough in the family not to
have to bother with chocolate creams,
and lilies for dieting.
"Do you let the 'Rest Girl' 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 1 !,ke them so mubh
myself, that really 1 hardly eat any
thing else.”
This was against all precedent, and I
was just going to remonstrate whea
Rita Stanwood herself blew in. looking
as fresh and sweet as a lose, and sim
ply exuding health and vitality.
The first thing she <ll.l after gteeting
me Was to take one of those chocolates,
and she hadn't had her lun- h yet.
either. As 1 felt that somebody ougfrl
to live up to the principles of a hygienb
diet. I played martyr to the cause, and
would let neither of them tempt m< to
touch one of the candies.
"1 just love choeo.ates," said Miss
Stanwood, as she bit into a particularly
good one. and then eyed the .'•(' ::a' '
with a kind of affectionate rega <l. S :<■•
was dressed in a pietty. sensib.e litth
•suit, with Mi 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
for 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 he one
thing, but I really work very hard, and
I don i think an occasional chocoiate
does any harm. They give it to sol
diers after a long march." she went on
iicschievously. "and if you want to suc
ceed In this profession, you have to
work. work, all the time.
T love my regular stage work, and
the petfo: nances of My Rest Girl’ are
a real recreation to me. But. besides
that. I 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 teat 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
property, yvho haven't been taught the
graceful disposition of their oody
through dancing, ar, always self-con
scious. and consequently awkward and
often ridiculous the minute they are
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MISS RITA STANWOOD. LEADING LADY IN “ 'Y BEST GIFL”
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 am sure that suc
cess is a matter nf 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 b licked.
"I’ve been <!i tremined lo succeed and
I work and work to that end. There
was a song ivhieh I didn’t use to sing
satisfactorily—that is. there was one
place where I always got off the pitch.
Lois of singers do that, but I'm not go
ing. to. I determined to get the better
of that fault, and I told Mr. t’lifton
Crawford shat if' liv'd only' give me a
little time at it I would do it all right.
1 maiie my singing teacher coach nit
on that song hqur after hour. I worked
and studied and., thought, and I con
quered it. It goys ail right now . do< sn’t
it? The minute, any one says you
can't' to me, I just say 'l’ll show you.'
"That's why t know that if you just
-licit at a thing- anti 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.
Deal' Miss Fairfax:
I am in love with a young map
and think lie loves m lie lias b, n
coming to see me ever) Frida).
Last Thursday I went to a party
with him. and on our way home lie
seemed mad, and did not talk with
me. He asked me to let him call
Friday night. 1 said he could. H
did not come Friday and 1 have
not seen him since.
LONELY SIS.
You want him to love you? There
fore. after the manner of nice little
girls, you THINK he loves you.
My dear, lie hasn't the first symptom
of it. If he ever loved you, he would
love himself less. Hr would not sulk
and pout like a baby. I beg that you
put bim out of your mind.
YOU GIVE THE REMEDY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
T am eighteen and deenly in love
with a young man eight years my
senior, whom I met last summer.
This young man has told me he
loves me, but at times he is very in
different. ami could see tne oftener
if be tried to. He knows I love him
dearly, and often I think if J could
treat him coolly he would think
more of me. but he is very inde-
CASTOR IA
Tor Infants and Children.
Thi Kind You Have Always Bought
TEWwHrjpyKW
prima donna parts in two years time,
am! I know that I will do it."
Miss Stanwood spoke so earnestly
and with such determination that no
i out eoUid help but believe lier. Every
step that she ha - taken •ipv.-i d on tiie
ladder to s:a cess has- been accomplished
entirely by this force of character,
i which does not show in the sweet, girl
ish face, the large, gentle eyes, though
i there is a suggestion of it in the strong
line of the chin, whii'h saves the face
I from looking insi|,id. as so many very
young and pretty gills 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
i career, lint was selected for that part
be< uus. of her beauty and her perfect
physical proportions.
She insisted, despite the cho'olate ep-
I iside, that she ate only very simple
food, and that .she had plenty of sleep,
and site looks mure like a breezy out
i of-doors giil than abnost any stage
beauty I have seen so far.
"People say this life is all automo
biles and that sort ol thing," said the
■ Best Birl. "My car is tiie one that runs
• up and down the street —on the tracks.”
■ e’-,;, nt and I'm afraid that if 1 did
! would lose him altogether.
Tii< re are several other young
men who are very de-irous of my
mnpsny. DISTRESSED ONE.
You an right If you were more
ineiffr rent he would be more anxious.
Yo i need not he afraid such a eout-e
would result in losing him. Lovers ate
noi lost that way. They ate lost when
a girl mopes and sighs and lets him
plainly see that her heart is on its
knees to him.
UNDER THE Cl RCUMSTANCES. YES
Deal Miss Fairfax:
I havs been keeping company
with a young man of twenty-one
for tiie past five months. I love
him very much and know my love
i- 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 lie
suitable for me to get him.
ROSE O' >NR< >Y
Men are easily pleased in gifts of
this kind. Ttie fact that you remem
bered his hirthdav will lie such Joy to
him he will not criticise the gift. Does
Ije like hook-.* 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 Thai's what
counts!
HE IS SPOILED.
Deaf Miss Fail lax
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 gills. I have known
bim a spot t while. He i.« hand
-ome moking and is twenty-one
rears old. ANXIOUS.
He is handsome, therefore spoiled
Don't ! el your heart become involved.
For a man flirt is tin most despicable
of all human brings N’o greater sor
o . an come to a woman than tn
•tiv» her heart to a man like the one
you describe!.
The Manicure Lady
By William F. Kirk
sorry that the baseball season
i is over." said the Manicure
Lady. “All that I will hear tho
next month will be football, and good
ness knows. George, that 1 don't know
a plunging fullback from a Bull Moose.
While the baseball season yeas on I had
a kind of inteiest in th< game, being
i hat brother Wilfred used to d<Wa lot of
pitching when lie was going through
the high school, and me ami sister
May me used to go and watch him get
ting batted .out of the box. It was al
yvays the snme with liim in baseball,
George, as it lias been since in the
walks of life in which he has yvalked or
got kicked out i.f—bi other nev< i could
quite make good. He always could get
a new job somehow. 1 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,
lint as sure :a he was able to get a job,
jusl that sure lie was able to lose it.”
"You are sure wound up this morn
ing. ain't you?" asked tile Iliad Baili,r
"I got as much right lo trflk as you
have!" exclaimed tile Manicure Lady.
"Maybe wornn hasn't got the sacred
licet to vole with a lot of ward lieeie s
yel. Georg!', but you can lay your last
doilar that tl.ey have the right to talk,
'lie same n« tip y had at th' dawn of
Eden, or whatever was the name of tile
garden that tiny got <!';.-,10.-x-.-std from.
Now, if you van forgi t that you ate a
barbv long enough to be a gent, I will
finish whin it was Hint 1 stated out to
say. 1 hate to see the football season
-tart. I know that you had a cousin
once that play.,! under Mistel Yost, of
the Michigan football Kam. but that
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Anty Drudge Gives the Grocer
Some Advice.
Anty Drudge “Hello, is this Main 1211? Yes? That ww
Mr. Smith? You send your boy back to Mrs. Jones
at once to take away the things he left this morning.
Why? Because she ordered f'els-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 gwe
Mrs. Jones counterfeit? Mr. Smith, if I was Mrs.
Jones I would take my patronage to the grocer who
saw to it that he was not out of Fete-Naptha. ”
A woman who washed the old-sash ion
ed way in steaming suds and with much
rubbing changed to Fds-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 Fek-Napcha
soap. She did.
And her clothes were in shreds in a
few months.
Then the reason dawned on the wo
man. The secret of lasting wear was
Fels-Naptha soap and the Fels-Naptha way
of washing.
You can’t boil and hard rub 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 rouglien flannels. Fels-Naptha makes
the wash white and pure and sweet.
I'he easiest and best way to use
Fels-Naptha soap is the right way — in cool
or hikewarm water. Use any time of the
year.
Follow the directions on the red and
green wrapper.
don’t make me any stronger for the
ga me."
"I don't see any reason why you ara
sore at the game,” said the Head Bar
ber.
"It ain't tiie same so much," said the
Manicure Lady; "it is the college kids
that comes streaming in here after the
football season begins to have thei"
nails did. You don’t knoyv how fresh
they try to be, George I wouldn't care
if some smooth drummer from New
York. Paris and London ti’ied to kid me
a little, hut when one of them half
baked college boys tries to get my goat,
as the poet says, the best thing for him
to do is to look out for the cars, be
cause tiie crossing is never very far
ahead. Them boys w ith the hats turned
up in front w ill take a lot of weight
trying to make fun of me. It ain’t in
the cards. George."
Just then a typical college boy came
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 tiie Mani
cure Lady, sweetlyr
"Did you. pretty maiden?" asked the
y out h.
"Tnileed I did!" replied the Manicure
Lady.
"Oh. you little rascal! I'll Just bet
you didn’t know anything of the sort."
"Indeed 1 did!" insisted the Mani
cure Lady.
"How did you know?”
"You couldn’t have come in here for
anything <'s. .” replied the Manicttr-
Lady "You ate too young to need a
shave."