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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE Initials Only By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery (Copvright. 1911, Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd. Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. •'She was on the mezzanine floor of the hotel where she lived. She was seem ingly happy and had been writing a letter —a letter to me which they never for warded There was no one else by but »ome strangers—good people whom one must believe. She was orosslng the floor, whan suddenly she threw up her hands and fell. A thin, narrow paper cutter was in her grasp; and it flew into the scbby. Some say she struck herself with ■hat cutter; for when they picked her up hey found a wound In her breast which •hat cutter might have made.” "Edith? Never!” The words were chokingly said. He was staying almost falling, but he steadied himself. "Who says that?” he asked. "It was the coroner’s verdict.” “And she died that way—died?” •Immediately.” -After writing to you?” "Y es. ” "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 ewn life? Their verdict is a lie. They did not know her.” Then, after some moments of wild and confused feeling, he declared, with a desperate effort at self-control. "You said that some believe this. Then there must be others who do not. What do they say?” "Nothing They simply feel as you do. T ey 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 by brain reeling and my heart like lead in my bosom.” She held out her hands. She tried to draw hie attention to herself—not from «i,y sentiment of egotism, but to break, if she could, the strain of these insup portable horrors where so short a time be fore Hope sang and Life reveled in re awakened Joys. Perhaps some faint realization of thia leached him, for presently he caught her l.v the hands and bowed his head upon r shoulder and Anally let her seat him again, before he said: Do they know of—of my interest in ibis?" "Yes; they know about the two.O. B.’s.” The two —” He was on his feet again, but only for a moment; his weakness was greater than his will power. "Orlando and Oswald Brotherson." she •xplained, in answer to his broken appeal. Tour brother wrote letters to her as wall as you, and signed V>em just as you did, with his initials only. These letters were found in her desk, and he was sup posed, tor a time, to have been the au thor of all that were so signed. But they found out the difference after a while Tours were easily recognized after they learned there was another O. B who loved her.” Good Netos for Coffee Drinkers THE NEW BLEND ■■■■ The coffee beverage with a food value. Has the right flavor, the right aroma, and it won’t disagree. COSTS LESS AND GOES FURTHER THAN THE AVERAGE COFFEE. 20c buys a full weight pound can; but don’t Measure its quality by its price. 1$ a high-grade product, equaling in all-round merit coffees costing up to 10c per pound more. Pure - Delicious Eco nomical. s k Your Grocer for It Roasted, Blended and Packed bv I J I Goffee Co. Planes t Wm? HOUSTON MCKSONVIU WoPds were P ,alr > enough, but the icken listener did not take them in. 1 hey carried 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. She found it her dreadful task to tell bim the hard, bare truth. „ . Y ,° Ur brother,” said she. "was de wantaito< MIBS Challoner ' tl >o. He even back tb ) ?,’ narry her ’ 1 can not beep and b B ls known everywhere, and by everybodygbut you.” curv» la a n>l k HiS ' lipS took an ,ron ical curve, as he uttered the word. This was lnia »lnatlve fancy to him. saw h., " d ° never knew her > her, never—” ”He met her at Lenox." The name produced its effect. He stared, made an effort to think, repeated his hold' 61- tO hlmseif; then suddenly lost »^geX nt> 7 lhe idea Wh,ch that nrn <’ 3trureled a « aln for It. seized MUn an instant of madness ajl d shouted thsL 8 "'- >eS ’ J rßrnem ber. I sent him ntere- and paused, his mind blank Ki? r ’ 3 ’ to her very soul, not m,i b t bf iy about for help: but 3he did m I \ Slde: she dld not dar * to. o7l>u tb‘ PS reo P ene< 3; the continuity of !> s thoughts had returned; he was go ing to speak. camp /t/ him there." The words came, tn a sort of shout. "I was so hungry to hear of her and I t«r UK t l he might men ‘ lon her in his let- Wb«,'"T ne ' ‘ nsane! He saw her and— W hat d that you said about his loving her’ He couldn t have loved her; he’s not of th® >ovin g sort They’ve deceived you . . s range tales. They've deceived the whole world with fancies and mad dreams He may have admired her, but loved her no. or If he had, he would have respect w niy claims/’ "He did not know them." A laugh; a laugh which paled Dorie' cheek; then his tones grew even again, memory came back and he muttered faintly: "That is true I 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 foroed to rebuke: and —and what else? There is something else. Tell me; I will know it all.” He was standing now, his 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 stem, short sentence which now rang through the room: "Wait, Miss Scott! you tell the stors' badly. Let him listen to me. From my mouth only shall he hear the stem and seemingly unnatural part I played in this family tragedy.” The face of Oswald hardened. Those pliant features- beloved for their gracious kindliness—eet 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! I 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 a threatening letter because she rejected you." To Be Continued in Next Issue. MOTHER OF LARGEFAMILY Tells How She Keeps Her Health Happiness For Those Who Take Her Advice. Scottville, Mich. ” I want to tell you how much good Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound and Sanative Wash have done me. I live on a jh farm and have worked ‘Stl® ver y hard ’ 1 * m or^'"^ve y e#rs old, ** and am the mother * JilwiC of thirteen children. Many people think strange that I am '•Xi’-W. not broken down h ard and " ' the care of my fam- ily, but I tell them of my good friend, Lydia E. 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Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound. made from native roots and herbs, contains no narcotics or harmful drugs, and today holds the record of being the most, successful remedy for woman’s ills known RannHr Z \ Belle Baker Tells Hoiv Hard Work and Good, Beauty in V audeville * C /«» Lning Has Prmn . ed Hrr g«j Loot, II ‘ Z’ ‘lk 'tW w i Ha ML 'w 1 a HOwfe* ' ’tariMß'.yr SHwr A 1 jFw ’W ■P®*—. .z v \ \ j lb st jdHs LkV—*. !Jf x Vi' mf ' _ -\ W° z \ Ti/'-wF v \ By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER OUTSIDE the theater the great Llg 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 ri<?h voice, and her winning personal ity. "Oh, I’m always so nervous #very 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 old— 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 to learn by their own mistakes, that this great country of ours is full of opportunities for the girl with the right spirit. You’ve probably all seen Belle Baker; you know that she can take her audi ence right along 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 bit 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 happe.n. "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 Do You Know— A new patent that will interest men who would like to discard suspenders, but are not partial to tight belts, is a shirt with "a plurality of lapels.” which are designed to be attached to the trousers for their support. The trous ers being thus held up, suspenders may be dispensed with and belts worn com fortably loose. t In Iceland every man and woman over the age of twenty-flve is allowed a vote, and women are eligible for office under the state. Under certain conditions local au thorities in. Prussia are permitted to tax Incomes below S2OO a year. In the Dominion of Canada, out of the 24,000-odd miles of railways, the government owns over 1,700. Having sixty stops and 8,000 pipes, the organ at Haarlem. North Holland, is one of the largest in Europe. There are 840 sailing ships and fifty steamships over fifty years old in the British merchant service. Timber from forests belonging to the Prussian state brings in an annual rev ntie of $30,000,000. Germany and Erance spend annually >ver $10,200,000 on fohestry. rjfs ■ •-I- Z lWtlx -\ \ .if I \ w ' • vwlSBHr m \ i \ W i- / \\ -a / | zT • ■ ; > a ' • MISS BELLE BAKER. ONE OF B. F. KEITH’S STARS, IN TWO CHARM ING POSES. to put me in the big boxes and cover me over with the waists. Then 1 sold lemonade for a time, and finally I got a little engagement with Jacob Adler at his theater. "Oh, that was a wonderful time, be cause that was where I got so much of my training. Everybody worked with their whole heart and soul in that the ater, and I learned to do it. too. 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 I couldn't find any kind of an engagement. "There was nothing I could do. My mother was ill, and I felt all the re sponsibility of her welfare resting on me; Anally I got a job at a moving picture theater. I signed with them for SSO a week, but before I began with them I sang one Sunday night at the Academy of Music, and got several of fers from managers right away. But I felt that I had promised the moving 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 me 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 tw doing so well out there that they sent for me to come to New York. But ft was a very different thing. I only had a little old dress that 1 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 »/\ »|O _ Wlt.Hfr??,, '’fr/ [The best food that comes in the grocer • I basket—Faust Spaghetti—more nourish ing than many times its cost in other foods. Our free book tells of many delightful ways to serve it. AT Y OUR GROCER S I In sealed packages Sc and 10c 1 MAULL BROS.. St. Louis. Mo. 1 I money to stop for a little, and I took six weeks to get new songs and study, and get a nice dress. Then I went to that same critic anti said, T won’t ever go back on the stage until you say that my. work Is good.’ He didn't want to hear me, but I made him. I sang all my songs through, and his verdict was. 'You're bad, but not quite as bad as you v.ffe." ‘Very well,' said I; 'l’m coming back tomorrow,' He gave me a few suggestions to improve my work. 1 went home and worked on those sug gestions and came back to sing for him again the following day. "Each 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 upon. On the day he said my act was 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 that 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 the 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 are an absolute contradiction of the adage that says 'Worry makes wrinkles.' ” "1 don’t do anything but work, sleep and eat,” 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 preservation of beauty. I’ll have more time to call my own,” said Belle Baker, us she began making up for the evening performance. "Vaudeville Isn't all ’beer and skit tles,’ " said 1 to the electric sign as I passed’out. And 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 he 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 throw s the paper away. A young woman, one who is not mar ried. picks up a paper. Perhaps she reads the spoiling news; she uaually reads the telegraphic news; she always looks over the society page, and some times glances up and down the obit uary column. Occasionally, «he reads the editorials. But, young man and young woman alike, there is one part of the paper that is always overlooked. It is the part that refers to the onward jump of high prices! If potatoes have gone up; If butter has advanced; if tlour 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 t’nmarried, think that is a matter for 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, writes: “I am 22 years of age, and I am keep ing company with a young lady two years my junior. Now, we w’ouid like very much to get married. I am 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 sum.” “When Poverty abideth in the house,” runs a new maxim. "Love’s Young Dream becomes Love’s Old Night mare.” John, no doubt, knows the season’s baseball score. Does he know the score butter and eggs Jia.ve made? i IT* • >, ft Z >763 anty\ yjFt dßUDGE\ poy’pHTiir ht-ri I g*A-3<«f. |g f Iff. 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 Fela>Naptha way—with cool or lukewarm water. Criminal negligence, I call it!” T 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. Wash 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. There is no boiling to weaken the fabric and no hard rubbing to wear it to shreds. Do your next wash the Fels-Naptha way. Xou 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 anl? wife can live on 110 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 wjfe is an economical housewife, $lO a week leaves a margin for a rainy 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? Will she make her own clothes? Will hla love survive the sacrifice of good dress ing? John knows the quality of his love. The girl knows the quality of hers. I fear they don't know the cost of liv ing A love must be strong, unselfish, enduring, and Ideal to live, day after day, under assaults made upon ft by the grocer and the butcher and the land - lord. 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 to half they have taken into account. Gas and coal and shoes and ioe 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 ft survive? Ask thoss who have tried it. They know. Take a course in the School of Ex perience, and be grateful that it Is the experience of the man you ask, and not your own.