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THE GEO B QIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE “Initials Onlv By Anna Katherine Green .1 Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (Copynfht. UHI. S;r* A t A S”.;th » (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd. Mead «t Co ) TODAY'S INSTALLMENT “It !j» rrue Oil.*'” men have followed _luff such unwor’J •tnpiilweK and beei ashamed and sorry afterwards I was sorry and 1 was ashamed, and as soon as my first anger was over went 10 tell her so. Rut she rr stock m> purpose and “ And wha t ’ Orland" he.Ciated Even his iron nature trembled before llie misery he saw a misery he was destined to augment rath er than soothe. With pains altogether out of keeping will, his • haracter, he sought in th* recesses’ of hi® darkened mind for words less bitter- and less abrupt than those which sprang involuntarily to his lips. Rut he did not find them. Though he pitied his brother and wished to show that he did. nothing but the stern lan guage suitable to the stern fa< t he w ished to impart, would leave his lips Xnd ended Hip pitiful struggle of the moment w th one quick, unpremeditated blow was what he said. “There is no other explanation possible for this act. Oswald. Rlttpr as it is for me to ac knowledge t, I am thus far guilty of this beloved womans death. But. as God hears me, from the moment I first saw her-, io ihp moment f saw her lasi. I did not know, nor did I for a moment dream that ‘she was anything io you or tn any other ’Pan of my stamp and statinn i thought she despised my country birth, my mechanical attempts, my lack of aris tocratic pretensions and traditions “Ed’th ?” “Now that I know .she had oilier tea sons fur her contempt lat the words .«:.<• wr*t»te v. ere in rebuke to the b. other lather tian to the man. I feel my guilt and deplore my anger. I can not say more I should but insult your grief by any leng’l'.y expressions *>f regret ami sorrow A groan of intolerable anguish from the sick man s I ps. and then the quick thrust of his reawakened intelligence rising su per! re to the overthrow of all his hopes “For a woman of Edith s principle to Meek death In a moment of desperation, the provocation must have been very great. Tell me if I’m to hate you through life yea through all eternity or if 1 must seek in some unimaginable failure of my own character or conduct the cause of her intolerable des pah “Oswald* ’ The tone was controlling and yet that of one strong man to au othei “Is it for us to read the heart of any woman, least of all oi a woman of her susceptibilities and keen inner life.’ The wish to end all comes Io some natures like a lightning flash from a clear sky. Ii comes, it goes, often without leaving a sign Rut if a weapon chances to be neat (here it was in hand) then death fol lows the impulse which, given an instant of thought, would have - vanished in a back sweep of other emotions. Chance ■was the real accessory to this death by suicide. Oswald, let us realize it as such and accept our sorrow as a mutual burden and turn to what remains to us of life and labor Work is grief > only consolation. Then let us work.*’ Rut of all this Oswald had caught but the one word. “Chance? ’he rcp« aied. “Orlando. I be lieve in God.” “Then seek your comfort there. I find Ii in harnessing the winds; in forcing the powers of nature to do my bidding The other did not speak, and the si lence grew heavy. It was broken, when it was broken, by a cry from Oswald: “No more.” said he. “no more. ’ 'Then, in a y earning accent, “Send Doris to me.” Orlando started. This name doming so close upon that word comfort produced a strange effect upon him. Rut another look at Oswald and he was ready to do his bidding. The bitter ordeal was over; let him have his solace if it was in her pew er to give it to him. Orlando, upon leaving his brother's room, did not stop to deliver that broth er a message directly to Doris; he left this for Truda to do. and retired imme diately to his hangar in the woods. Lock ing himself in. he slightly raised the roof and then sat down before the car which was rapidly taking on shape and assum ing that individuality and appearance of sentient life which hitherto be had only seen in dreams But his eye. which had never failed to kindle at this sight be fore. shone dully in the semi-gloom The air car could wait, he would first have his hour in this solitude of his own mak ing The gaze he dreaded, the words from which he shrank could not penetrate .here. He might even shout her name aloud, and only these window less walls would respond. He was alone with his past, his present and his future. Alone' He needed to be. The strongest must pause .when the precipice yawns before him. The gulf can be spanned: he feels himself forceful enough for that; but his eyes must take their measurement of it first; he must know its depths and possi ble dangers. Only a fool would ignore these steeps of jagged rock; and he was no fool, only a man to whom the unex pected had happened, a man who had seen his way clear to the horizon and then had come up against this! Love. WHEN YOUR HAIR BRUSHES OUT Y our hair it as sensitive aa your akin— even more so. It stands up under heavy hats, curling irona. and diseases of the scalp, etc. But there ia a limit. When you comb and brush vour hair in j the morning, watch for the ‘ 'TRAILERS" ! that turn grey, fall out, and comb out with the first morning brush. You MUST know that there's something wrong, If your hair was in good health, it wouldn't fall out, nature neter intended that. There ia something wrong at the root of things the hair needs a tonic-a restorer. When you are sick you take medicine. That ia your first thought Its turning grey, I fallingout, are both ways the hair has of "complaining of illness." It ctn't do it in any other wav.— Do YOUR part. Use- HAY'S HAIR HEALTH 11 W and Stic at hru< Stores or direct upoo of pr ,„ »nd dealer's name Send lOe tor tr.al hottie. Philo Hay Spec. Co., Newark. N.J k a/°ir'n*n L c E AND RECOMMENDED, ■ BY JACOBS' PHARMACY. 3 wnei it- thought such folly dead! Re ii;oi«r When Glory called for the quiet mind and heart! He -<<»gnized lis mordant fang and .n» i* h»: its ravages, though only jus heg Hi, would last hl- lifetime Nothing * mild stop them now. nothing nothing. Xnd he laughed, as the thought went hon.» laughed at the irony of fate and ’ts :n«*x>rableness. laughed at his own defeat and his nearness to a barred Para dise .'Kwald loved Edith, loved her yet, with h flame time would take long to quench Doris loved Oswald and he; Doris, and nol one of them woulZi ever > attain the delights each was so fitted t«» enjoy Why shouldn’t he laugh? What is left io man but mockery when ail props fall? Disappointment was the universal lot. and it should go merrily with him If he must take his turn ai it. Hut here the strong spirit of the man reasserted itself; it should be hut a turn A man's joys are not bounded by his loves or even by the satisfaction of a perfectly untram meled mind. Performance makes a world of its own for the capable and the strong, and ibis was still left to him He. Or lando Rroihereon, despair while his great work lay unfinished! That would be to lay stress on the inevitable pains and fears of commonplace humanity He was not of that ilk. Intellect was his god. am bition his motive pow’et What would this casual blight upon his supreme con tentmeni hr to him. when with the wings of his air car spread, he should -.spurn Hie earth and soar into the heaven of fame simultaneously with his flight into the open lie could wait for that hour. He had measured the gulf before him and found it passable. Henceforth no looking back. Rising, he stood for a moment gazing, w ith hi) aler t e;e now. upon such sections of his < ar as bad not \et been fitted into their places then he bent forward to his work, and soon the lip« which had ut tered that sardonic laugh a few minutes' before, parted in gentler- fashion, and song j t«‘»<ik Hie place of curses a ballad of love' and fondest truth. But Orlando never j knew what he sang He had the gift and j used it Would his tones, however, have rung out with quite so mellow a sweetness had j he een the restless figure even then cir- I e.'ing his retreat with eyes darting accu sation and arms lifte<l towards him in wild but Impotent threat'.’ Yes. I think they would, for he knew that the man who thus expressed his helplessness along with his convictions, was no heater Hie end he had set himself to attain than on the day he (irst be trayed his suspicions The Hut Change* its Name. * Thai night Oswald was taken very ill i hoi three days his life hung in the bal ance. then youth and healthy living triumphed over shock and bereavement, and he came slowly back to" his sad and crippled existence. * He had been conscious for a week or mere of hi« surroundings, and of his bit ter sorrows as well, when one morning he asked Doris whose frfee it was he had I seen bending over him so often during 'he las( w’eek “Have you a new doctor. A man with white hair - and a comforting smile? Or have I dreamed his face? f have had so many fancies this might easily be one of them." “No, it is not a fancy.” was the quiet reply. “Nor is it the face of a doctor. It is that of a friend. One whose heart is bound up in your recovery; one for whom you must live. Mr. Brotherson.” “I don't know him. Doris. It s a strange face to me Xnd yet. It's not al together strange Who is Mils man and why should he care for me so deeply?" “Because you share one love, and one grief. It is Edith s father whom you see at your bedside. He has helped to nurse you ever since you came down this second time.” “Edith's father! Doris, it can not be! Edith’s father!” “Yes. Mr. Chailoner has been in Derby for the last two weeks. He has only' one interest now; to see you well again.” “Why?” Doris caught the note of pain, if not suspicion, in this query, and smiled as she asked in turn: “Shall he answer that question him self.’ He is waiting to come in. Not to talk You need not fear hla talking He’s as quiet as any man I ever saw. The sick man closed his eyes, and Dor is. watching, saw the flush rise to his emaciated cheek, then slowly fade away again to a pallor that frightened her. Had she injured where she would heal? Had Hie pressed too suddenly and too hard on the ever-gaping wound in her invalid's breast'’ She gasped in terror at Ihe thought, then she faintly smiled, for his eyes had opened again and showed a calm determination as he said. “I should like to see him. I should like him to answer the question I have just put you 1 should rest easier and get well faster or- not get well at all.” ThN latter he half whispered, and Dor is, tripping from the room, may nol have heard it. for her face showed no fur ther shadow as she ushered in Mr Chal loner. and closed the door behind him. She had looked forward to this moment for days. To Oswald, however, it was an unexpected excitement and his voice trembled with something more than phy sical weakness as he greeted his visitor and thanked him for his attentions. “Doris saya that you have shown me this kindness from the desire you have to see me well again. Mr. Chailoner. Is this true?” “Very true. I <an not emphasize ihe fait too strongly.” Oswald’s eyes met his again, this time with great earnestnese. “You must have serious reasons for feel ing SQ-~reasons which I do not quite un- I deratand May I ask you why you place I such value upon a life which, if ever use j ful to itself or others, has lost apd lost ' forever, the one delight which gave it meaning It was tor Mi Chailoner s voice to j tremble now as. reaching out his hanu, l.e declared, with unmistakable teeling: ”1 have no son. I have no interest left [ in life, outside this room and the poasi- I i bilities it contains for me. Your attach- . men’ to my daughter has created a bond between us. Mr Brotherson, which 1 sin cerely hope to see recognized by you “ Startled and deeply moved, the young j man stretched out a shaking hand toward | l.ix visitor, with the feeble but exulting | ' I hen yuu no Hoi blame me for het wretched and mysterious death You hold me guiltless of the misery which nerved her despairlng arm I Quite guiltless Oswald s wan and pinched features touk on a beautiful expression and Mi Chai I lone- no longer wondered at hm daughter s i < hoi< »- j "Thar k Gon ell from sk-r man's ■ il<P<. and *uen there was a silence dur na j wm. h their 1 w.» h inds met To Be Continued in Next Issue. “Save Your Energy and You Will Pre: > > Beauty,” Declares Prel I AJa <-/ - '■ ' ' Ar c A o By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. SOMEWHERE way ur> high In the tiptop of the Plaza hotel, where the windows overlook the nark, Miss | Frances Starr hjs her winter nest. Her sitting room looks, less like a hotel room than any you've ever seen, tor it's small and of irregular build, and it's done in a subdued kind of yel low color, and when you come into it the first thine that strikes vou is the wonderful view of the uark. and then you become aware of an excellent grand piano in the foieground. There are flowers and books, too. but mark you. gentle reader not a single photograph of the actress herself, and that's quite characteristic of Miss Starr. It’s only with lonsideiable ef fort that you, can get her to talk about herself. And she just will not talk about "My art!" What does she look like off the stage? What is the Rose of the Rancho like, and the girl who took the Easiest Way, and Becky, tvhose case is so puzzling to the audience at the Belasco theater, who can be so sweet and demure and ex quisite, and suddenly change right be fore your eyes into a devilish little cat. with hardly a point of resemblance to the first character? If Miss Starr wanted to she could slip down into some of our social set tlements. among the pretty young col lege girls, who ate endeavoring so va liantly to work for the betterment of those less fortunate, and no one would ever suspect that she had been on the stage men for a minute. The better the actress the less ac tressy site looks, and Frances Starr has earned her right to a foremost posi tion among the young stars of the stage. "Tile Rose of the Rancho" lias grown more thoughtful in looks, more intellec tual, than when she took New York by surprise in the part of the Spanish girl fit e y ears ago. She looks very young very slight, and almost frail, though she is really a strong athletic type of girl. Het bait is a wavy brown, with much light in it: her eyes are bljte like the paler sapphire, and she has a deep and very fascinating cleft in her chin, and .site is simple, natural and totally lacking in self-consciousness. These particulars ate pul in at the request of so many readers, whe seem to spend a good deal of their energies in figuring out whether their favorite actress looks the same off the stage as she does on. Os course, I had to ask Miss Starr what rules of health she observes. It’s quite useless to ask a pretty gIA why she is pretty. One should never ask that question of a woman under thirty, any how. "When I am working." said Miss CASTORIA Tor Infants and Children. Ths Kind You Havi Always Bought i j .. U. ■■-IXfJMJ.-L . , FOR SALE ' 77j | Roofing Pitch, Coal Tar, IMMEDIATE Creosote, Road Binder, Mctal Preservative Paints, i DELIVERY Jj Roofing Paint and Shingle Stain. 1 ■" ' - * zirr-: ' -= 111 Atlanta Gas Light Co. Ph0n « 4945 “= am—S!S'a. im'ri.LgJim.-SWBUgWBPP ..... , CHARMING MISS FRANCES STARR. NOW LEADING WOMAN IN "THE CASE OF BECKY." Starr, simply devote-all my time and energy to that. Beyond a short walk every day, I do nothing which could deplete my- store of energy. 1 really don't understand how women can run about all day. and give out so much vitality as they do, and have ; anything left for their work. I'm sure! 1 can't.” "Do you cultivate that air of my s- ! tery which Pierre Loti says is so es- ! sential to woman’s charm?" I inquired byway of aiding conversation. "Indeed 1 don’t,” Miss Stair put in i quickly . "But 1 need quiet and rest j if I'm to do my work properly. It’s : one of the lessons I have had to learn, ! to conserve my energy for the thing ! that is worth while—work. "Seeing too many people, even being ’ in a crowded place, is exhausting, but | as far as the idea of shrouding one s ' self in mystery which l.oti advocates that seems pure selfishness to me. Re sides it's a luxury that few can afford. Fancy the girl who has to go up and down in tiie subway each day to her work trying to live up to Pierre Loti’s ideal of femininity. 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On Sale ; U At All Newsstands ' November Issue —Just Out Good Housekeeping magazine ligl . 381 F° urt h Avenue, New York City ' I l *'' - ~ •' "' '* —— II , ~ {Mr. - . ’ iih 11 lIHIIH * Babes From the Woods By Beatrice Fairfax HERE aie three letters written by babes who imagine ’hey are in love: "1 am keeping company with a young man of my age. which is seventeen. He calls on me every night. b”t he does not show any love to me. What can I do to make him show his love?" “I am sixteen, and in love with a girl one year my junior. 1 think she doesn t pay me the attention she ought to. I love her. but she has never toiu me she loves me. I would like to know a plan by which I could find out if she recipro cates my love for her." "Is it any harm for a boy and girl of sixteen to keep steady company? Some people say that at the age of sixteen children should never think of the op posite sex." Boy and giri love, called <alt-love by those who have survived its attacks without lasting scars, may develop into something fine, but every chance in the world is against it. In Love With Love. In the first place, children of that age don’t know their own minds. They are in love with love, and think they are tn love with the boy or girl who at that moment pleases them best. In six weeks, still in love with love, this mushroom offspring of a romantic brain is attached to some other person. In deed. given opportunity and environ ment, the object of one’s undying love when one Is sixteen changes as rapidly as the scene in a moving picture This love is serious while it lasts It lakes time, is a waste of emotion and is fostered and encouraged when one’s judgment is hasty and immature. Therein the danger lies. Youth always swings too far both ways. One is uncontrollably happy, or dangerous,/ depressed. Love, never an offspring of reason, behaves as if of in sane parentage when those under its sway are under sixteen. Time that should be spent in 'naking a valuable storehouse of the brain is devoted to making that valuable part of the anatomy a lumber room filled with useless odds and ends of romance. When one is sixteen, the brain is strong and active and impressionable, and lessons are easiest to master and easiest to retain. It is a harvest time, and it is more than a misfortune—it is a tragedy—if girls and boys at this pe riod of their lives moon around like half-sick calves and think, sing and prate of love that will not live longer than tomorrow. Here's the Answer. To the writers of these three letters I suggest a careful perusal of E. J. Hardy, who says: "Precociousness in love-making is a great mistake. It prevents th r ment of youthful years, whi, n be free from anxiety, and l eatis t J° U ' (i taglements and hastv artA n ’ which cause much distress e do not advise girls to put ' rimony until they are 38G m . a ’ which was, I believe, the age I” daughter of Enoch when she that state-but we think the. lln consult' tfitir best interests h. .GT' thoughts of love and marriage or py their minds in their 4 when they are ‘green in judgment ’ Read this quotation again "It prevents the enjoyment ofvom). ful years, which should be free f ' anxiety, and leads to and hasty attachments which much distress.” The writers of these letters or,* and thee- will find no argument favor Ing- calf love that can offset this ar »>,' ment against it. So I urge the writer of the first to make no attempts to get a b 9v n( sixteen to show his love, but >frsln from showing her own, and trv to ov .r' come it. I want the boy who wrote the seceM letter to put as much worrv into Mt lessons at school as he Is putting t„ts , precocious love, and T want th* wrt t»- of the third letter to take the quotation from Hardy for an answer Plenty of Time. Don’t regard this opportunity to lor, and be loved as the last! And don’t, if sixteen or twenty-six or older, look upon the present as all then , is of the future. Love will come when you are ready for it. "And Late Love’s even sweeter Than First Love's tender dream." WHYT i He—That young widow seems to ad mire Mr. Smith very much. She—Yes; he is a man after her own i heart. Thousands of Grateful Letters from women In all parts of the Unit i ed States and Canada who have been relieved from almost every form of ’ female complaints, such as inflamma tion, ulceration, displacements tu- ■ , mors, irregularities, periodic pains and j backache, by Lydia E. 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