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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE PAGE
initials Only By Anna Katherine Green
A Thi tiling Mystery Story of Modern Times
<C .pvright. 1911. Street * Smith.)
(C.;/? right, 1911. by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
she was on the mezzanine floor of
-he hotel where she lived. She was seem
inglv happy and had been writing a letter
letter to me which they never for
warded. There was no one else by but
sorre strangers—good people whom one
m " 5 t believe. She wae crossing the floor.
„hen suddenly she threw up her hands
fell. A thin, narrow paper cutter
„as in her grasp; and it flew Into the
Some say she struck herself with
■ ■ cutter; for when they picked her up
r found a wound In her breast which
• ;.,t cutter might have made."
■Kdith? Never!”
The words were chokingly said. He was
swaying. almost falling, but he steadied
himself
■•Who says that?” he asked.
••It was the coroner's verdict.”
\nd she died that way—died?”
"Immediately.”
After writing to you?”
“Yes
• What was in that letter?”
Nothing of threat, they say. Only just
Cheer and expressions of hope. Just like
the others. Mr. Brotherson."
And they accuse her of taking her
own life" Their verdict Is aHe They did
roi know her.”
Then, after some moments of wild and
confused feeling, he declared, with a
desperate effort at self-control.
V"’i said that some believe this. Then
there must be others who do not. What
do the? say?”
Nothing. They simply feel as you do.
They see. no reason for the act and no
evidence of her having meditated It.
Her father and her friends Insist besides
that she was Incapable of such a horror.
The mystery of it Is killing us all—me
above others, for I've had to show you a
cheerful face, with hy brain reeling and
tr heart like lead in my bosom.”
She held out her hands. She tried to
drew hts attention to herself—not from
any sentiment of egotism, but to break.
If she could, the strain of these ineup
priable horrors where so short a time be
fore Hope sang and Life reveled In re
awakened joys.
Perhaps some faint realization of this
reached him, for presently he caught her
by the hands and bowed his head upon
her shoulder and finally let her seat him
again, before he said:
"Do they know of—of my interest In
this?"
“Yes; they know about the two O B.'s.”
The two —” He was on his feet again,
but only for a moment; his weakness wae
greater than his will power.
“Orlando and Oswald Brotherson.” she
explained. In answer to his broken appeal.
“Your brother wrote letters to her as
well as you. and signed them just as you
did, with his Initials only. These letters
ware found In her desk, and he was sup
posed, for a time, to have been the au
thor of al! that were so signed. But
they found out the difference after a
while Yours were easily recognized
sfter they learned there was another O.
B who loved her.”
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The words were plain enough, but the
stricken listener did not take them in.
~c ar r led no meaning to him. How
should they? The very Idea she sought
to impress upon him by this seemingly
careless allusion was an Incredible one.
.. 9 H her dread fu> task to tell
nini the hard, bare truth.
"Your brother.” said she. "was de
oted to Miss Chailoner, too. He even
a c n k te i d ht ,0 f mßrry her 1
and hv ’ a<? K '* ' S known everywhere,
and bj everybody but you.”
curve 1 ”,'" h N' S lips took an ironlca '
a tou'4 be „ utt9red * he v ord Tllis was
"Whv g <> gr 8 ,rra 8'" a,h 'e fancy to him.
sav h and ° neVer knew her ’ "ever
her, never ”
"He met her at Lenox ”
Starlt nani r produced its effect. He
stared, made an effort to think, repeated
his hoM J h, . mself: ‘hen suddenly lost
his hold npon the idea which that word
’“TZn t’ Btrusglf,d again for It. seized
itjn an instant of madness and shouted
ther. ?S " >eß, J remenlbor - I sent him
again ’ Paused, his mind blank
Poor Doris, frightened to her very -oul
n°o°t n, h t bou ' for h9lp: b '“ sbe did
fwbb i Bhe dld not dare ‘°>
of hU it! PS re °Pened; the continuity
of h » thoughts had returned; he was go-
Ing to speak.
came ’ h’™ there " Th « words
eame in a BO rt of shout. “I was
so hungry to hear of her and 1
thought he might mention her in his let-
Wbnt lnsane! He her and
H? on T. Y" 9ald abou ‘ h |s loving her?
He couldn t have loved her; he's not of
Hie loving sort. They've deceived you
whoiJ» an .r ‘. aleS The} ve deceived the
whole world with fancies and mad dreams.
le maj have admired her, but loved her
no. or If he had, he would have respect
ed my claims.”
"He did not know them.”
A laugh; a laugh which paled Doris'
cheek, then his tones grew even again,
That is true 1 said nothing to him.
He had the right to court her—and he
did, you say: wrote to her; Imposed him
self upon her. drove her mad with im
portunities she was forced to rebuke; and
—and what else? There is something
else. Tell me: I will know It all.”
He was standing now, hia feebleness all
gone, passion in every lineament and his
eye alive and feverish, with emotion.
"Tell me," he repeated, with unrestrained
vehemence. "Tell me all. Kill me with
sorrow but save me from being unjust.”
He wrote her a letter; it frightened
her. He followed it up by a visit—"
Doris paused; the sentence hung sus
pended She had heard a step—a hand on
the door
Orlando had entered the room.
Alone.
Oswald had heard nothing, seen nothing.
But he took note of Doris’ silence, and
turning towards her in frenzy saw what,
had happened, and so was in a measure
prepared for the stern, short sentence
which now rang through the room;
"Wait, Miss Scott! you tell the story
badly. Let him listen to me. From my
mouth only shall he hear the stern and
seemingly unnatural part I played in this
family tragedy.”
The face of Oswald hardened. Those
pliant features—beloved for their gracious
kindliness-set themselves in lines which
altered them almost beyond recognition;
but his voice was not without some of its
natural sweetness, as. after a long and
hollow look at the other's composed coun
tenance, he abruptly exclaimed:
"Speak! 1 am bound to listen; you are
my brother."
Orlando turned towards Doris. She was
slipping away.
"Don’t go," said he.
But she was gone.
Slowly he turned back.
Oswald raised his hand and checked the
words with which he would have begun
his story.
“Never mind the beginnings.” said he.
"Doris has told all that. You saw Miss
Challoner in Lenox admired her offered
yourself to her and afterwards wrote her
it threatening letter because she rejected
you
To Be Continued in Next Issue
MOTHER OF
LARGE FAMILY
Tells How She Keeps Her
Health —Happiness For
Those Who Take
Her Advice.
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RxaanHr in \/aii<4zvtrill/cx ■» Belle Baker Tells How Hard Work and Good,
UCdUiy in V dliaevilie Clean Living Has Preserved Her Good Looks
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Bv MARGARET HIBBARD
AYER.
OUTSIDE the theater the great big
electric sign spelled "Belle
Baker” in flashing letters, pro
claiming to all the world how im
portant a person that young favorite
is in vaudeville.
But behind the scenes in her dress
ing room Belle Baker, wrapped up in
two warm kimonos, despite the warm
weather, was shivering with nervous
ness and worry, and was far removed
from the joyous and joy-inspiring ar
tist who wins the hearts of her audi
ence by her excellent comedy work, her
rich voice, and her winning personal
ity.
"Oh. I’m always so nervous every
Monday." said Miss Baker, looking at
me with great big mournful eyes.
"But this is Tuesday. Why should
you worry? Besides, you're a head
liner and you always make good.
Doesn't the electric sign say so?"
Belle Baker wouldn't be comforted.
She is not yet nineteen years obi
that Is. her actual age; not her stage
age.
Her pretty round face is still that of
a child, and only the great, big, dark
eyes show that Belle Baker's career
has not always been an easy one. and
that her success has been earned by
much work, hard struggle and anxiety.
I am going to repeat what Miss
Baker told me about her life, because
while I hope it will scare some foolish
girls from the mad desire of breaking
Into vaudeville, It will show others,
those few who really have the talent,
nerve, persistency, and who lack vanity
enough itCjearn by their own mistakes,
that this great country of ours is full
of opportunities for the girl with the
right spirit.
You've probably nil seen Belle Baker;
you know that she can take her audi
ence right elong with her: you've seen
her name printed in fat type on the
program, you know that she’s the hit
of the bill, and that she gets a corre
sponding big salary.
"I know I'm foolish to worry," ex
plained Miss Baker to me. "But you
see, there's responsibility; it just
weighs me down. The responsibility
of making good at every single per
formance. and especially Monday, with
a new audience at a new theater.
"1 always feel I have to 'make good'
all over again, and that’s why I just
dread Monday so, and why I get so
nervous that I almost lose my voice,
and I’m always hoarse and sick.
"I’ve been working for a long time,
ever since I was a little hit of a girl,
and I've had heavy responsibilities, my
parents to take care of, and now that
I'm really doing well I always worry,
for fear that something will happen.
"When I was a little girl I worked
in a waist factory; I was so little and
so much under age that when the fac
tory inspector came around they used
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In Iceland every man and woman over
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Under certain conditions local auJ
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In the Dominion of Canada out of
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Having sixty stops and 8.000 pipes,
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There are 840 sailing ships and fifty
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Timber from forests belonging to the
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MISS BELLE BAKER. ONE OF B. F. KEITH’S STARS, IN TWO CHARM
ING POSES.
to put me in the big boxes and cover
tne over with the waists. Then I sold
lemonade for a time, and finally I got
a little engagement, with J ieob Adler
at his theater.
“Oh. that was a wonderful time, be
cause that was-w here I got so much of
tny training. Everybody work'd with
their whole heart and soul in that the
ater. and I learned to do it. toe. Mr.
and Mrs. Adler were wonderfully kind
and clever, and they taught and en
couraged me a great deal. But. alas,
the theater closed down, and 1 couldn't
find any kind of an engagement.
"There was nothing I could do. My
mother was ill, and 1 felt all the re
sponsibility of iter welfare resting on
me; finally 1 got a job at a moving
picture I heater. I signed with them for
SSO a week, but before I began witii
them 1 sang one Sunday night at, the
Academy of Music, and got several of
fers from mattaueis rigtxt away. Bill I
felt that I had promised
picture people, and that I mustn't go
back on my Word. So I went down and
sang between the pictures all the after
noons and evenings, and sent my moth
er to the country with the money I
had made.
"Well, in a little while I felt that I
could end that engagement, and take
one of the. better ones that had been of
fered m* in straight vaudeville. So I
was sent out on tour, and I did make
good that time."
Miss Baker's eyes beamed That tour
seems to have been a triumphant pro
cession in which the bugbear of .New
York had not yet appeared.
■'Well." continued Miss Baker, "the
managers thought I was doing so well
out there th it they sent for me to
come to New Work. But it was a very
different thing. I only had a little old
dress that I had worn at a wedding,
and. oh, it was very sad indeed.
“One critic especially simply roasted
me to a finish. I had saved enough
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The hest food that comes in the grocer s I
basket—Faust Spaghetti—more nourish
ing than many times its cost in other foods. I
Our free book tells of many delightful way*
to serve it. AT YOUR GROCER S I
/ In seated packages 5c and 10c I
T I MAULL BROS.. St. Loui». Mo. t I
money to stop fir a little, and I took
si - , weeks to get new songs and study,
and gi I a nice dress. Then I went to
that s.mie critic and said„ 'I won’t ever
go back on the stage until you say that
my work is good.' He didn't want to
hear me, hut I imide him. J snug all
my song- through, and his verdict was.
You're bad. but not quite as bud as you
w<>e’ well.' -.-ltd I ‘l'm coming
back tomorrow.' lie gave me a few
suggestions to impiove my work. I
went home and worked on those sug
gestions and came back Io sing for him
tigaiti the following day.
"E.-ii i: day he said my performance
was less Impossible than the day be
fore. and finally he got interested
enough to really help me with my sing
ing and acting, and every one of his
suggestions was gratefully accepted and
acted ut«m. On the day he said my act
tyas good I started out and got a new
engagement, and I’ve been working now
steadily for two years.
"Whatever I am I think I owe to tiiat
critic and to my husband «who man
ages my business arrangements for me,
and it's the responsibility of living up
to the good work they expect of me
that worries me so much." concluded
tiie vaudeville star, with a little shiver
of nervousness.
"Do you know. Miss Baker. I was
going to ask you how you keep your
health and good looks. You can’t help
being young and you ane an absolute
contradiction of the adag.- that says
'Worry makes wrinkles.'"
"I don't do anything but work, sleep
and cat," said the headliner, who is still
almost a little girl, "but some day, when
I've made enough money, I shall retire
and live comfortably, and then perhaps
I can tell you something about the
presorv.iiion of beauty. I'll have more
time to call my own," said Belie Baker,
as she began making up for the evening
performance.
"Vaudeville isn't all ’beer and skit
tles.'" said I to the electric sign as I
passed out. \nd the sign winked in a
knowing way.
The Blindness of Youth
By Beatrice Fairfax
A YOUNG MAN. one who is un
married. picks up a newspaper.
He turns first to the sports.
Perhaps lie reads the telegraphic news;
he undoubtedly does if something sen
sational has occurred.
If he is a thinker, he reads the edito
rials. He looks at the comic pictures,
and then throws the paper away.
A young woman, one who is not mar
ried. picks up a paper. Perhaps she
leads the sporting news; she usually
reads the telegraphic news; she always
looks over the society page, and some
times glances up and down the obit
uary column. Occasionally, she reads
the editorials.
But, young man and young woman
alike, there is one part of the paper
that is always overlooked. It is th?
part that refers to the onward jump of
high prices!
If potatoes have gone up; if butter
has advanced: if (lour has made an
other stride: if it costs more to live
today than it cost yesterday, and there
are threats that it will cost more to
morrow; the young man and young
woman, if Unmarried, think that is a
matter tor mother and father to worry
over.
They are sorry, of course. Or, rath
er. they would be sorry if they read
such dire reports. But thev don’t read
them!
Letters like the following, of which
scores are received every day. prove it.
A young man, signing himself John,
w rites:
"I am 22 years of age. and I am keep
ing company with a young lady two
years my junior. Now, wo would like
very much to get married. lam earn
ing $lO a week and I would like to get
your opinion as to whether or not we
could get along happily together on said
s um.”
"When Poverty abideth in the house,"
runs a new maxim. “Loves Young
Dream becomes Love’s Old Night
mare."
John, no doubt, knows the season’s
baseball seme. Dues he know the score
butter and made?
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Another Fatal Accident with
Scalding Wash Water.
Anty Drudge “Oh! Mrs. Happydays. Here’s another
child scalded to death! Too bad. And just to think,
that could have been avoided if the mother had only
washed with Fels-Naptha soap in the Fels-Naptha
way with cool or lukewarm water. Criminal
negligence, I call it!”
I he woman who considers her health
won’t tempt fate by standing for hours over
a steaming tub, opening the pores in her
chest and neck (the very place where grip
and pneumonia strike) and then going right
out in the cold to hang the clothes on the
line.
No need. W ash the Fels-Naptha way —
in cool or lukewarm water. No steam; no
hot water; no nauseous odors.
It saves money and doctor bills, and
keeps hands and face clear and smooth in
stead of chapped and blotchy.
Washing the Fels-Naptha way, does
away with the back-breaking drudgery of
wash-day. No hard rubbing.
Fels-Naptha dissolves the dirt; makes
the clothes look a lot cleaner and fresher
than you could ever get them by boiling
and rubbing.
Clothes last longer, too —washed with
Fels- Naptha. I’here is no boiling to weaken
the fabric and no hard rubbing to wear it to
shreds. Do your next wash the Fels-Naptha
way. Aou will be all through in one-half
the time and with one-tenth the effort.
Follow the directions on the red and
green wrapper. Use any time of the year.
He knows who are winners of the
prize fights. I contend he doesn’t know
that flour and meats and potatoes have
Romance down, and that it will not rise
to the count.
A man and wife can live on $lO a
week and be happy, but not in a large
city. If they live in a little country
town where there is room for a vege
table garden, and carfare doesn’t enter
into the account, and the wife is an
economical housewife, $lO a week leaves
a margin for ayalny day.
But does John smoke? Is his wife a
soda and ice cream victim? Are they
addicted to the moving picture habit?
Do they crave all the little luxuries and
amusements of the day, inexpensive,
perhaps, taken singly, but amounting to
the price of a good steak In the course
of a week?
Will she do the family laundry? Wil!
she make her own clothes? Will his
love survive the sacrifice of good dress
ing?
John knows the quality of his love.
The girl knows the quality of hers. 1
fear they don’t know the cost of liv
ing. A love mu-t be strong, unselfish,
enduring, and ideal to live, day after
day, under assaults made upon it by the
grocer and the butcher and the land
fttrd.
Why not make this a test? Let
John and the girl he loves take that
ten dollars every week and open an
account with an imaginary landlord,
butcher, baker, grocer and dry goods
merchant. If there is anything left at.
the end of the week, they can not be
exultant, for there is a bill of sundries
to be met that sometimes amounts lo
half they have taken into account.
Gas and coal and shoes and Ice and
the doctor, who may come rarely, but
makes his visits count; a hundred and
one items, all merciless, all stubborn,
and on the other side of the ledger the
one word, "Love.”
Would it survive? Ask those who
have tried it. They know.
Take a course in tin- School of Ex
perience, ant. be grateful that it is the
experience of the man you ask, and not
your own.