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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 Victect 1/cuUcff! Bet the Original and Genuine [OR Lie K'S Baited milk ■The Food-drink for All Ages. Nutrition, up building the whole body, ■gorates the nursing mother and the aged. ■*> milk, malted grain, in powder form, ■oick hinch prepared in a minute, ■e no substitute. Askfoi HORLICK S. Bf in Any Milk Trust French Fried Potatoes Ito V “Cottolened” <«dj piD YOU ever eat French Fried Potatoes made with Cottolene? If not, you’ve never eaten „I French Fried Potatoes at their best. 'xr : k / Cottolene makes them rich and crisp and appetiz- i I ! / If you have been frying and shortening your food 11 C@ ttolene a M’. K* 6 ever F bit 33 at i ess ’ ba* l one-third the price. » M. If you are using lard for shortening and frying, we would ■ .UY \W V simply suggest that Cottolene is recognized and recom- \ mended by leading physicians, domestic science author- B wAjH ities, and culinary experts generally, as being more ■ A VXAI uiiu’S \ wholesome, digestible mid producing better food. ■ ' \ UM’j B" axV’ is a vegetable product—pure in WtTteSpArjn tEXfcLlk dF 4 source and making—and is bound FfrWtßßFo ■■ to be better and safer than lard. f E '- —Try thit Recipe —I - f a,P ,he P° ,atorß - share Ml y in very thin slices or cut - in straws, in. stripe, dice or crescent*. Soak in cold " / water, drain dry on a nap- ■ g kin. and cook few ata time ■; £ in basket in deep hot Cot- toltnr Drain and season with salt. MfcW Mx Made «miy *y THE N. JL FAJSBANK COMPAJrr 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 /1H '■l’h® 'nW" j // j // / - ’ NV < ./ 1// Hv . a •'T'- I 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 o Jan •* f ' c 4- >/ 0 7ffnrXSjS? f/ rs- xl ssw M’-Jr u Wr sw\ Bl / ff z iL] J v jW"-\ l w 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."