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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE 1 PAGE Only ti By Anna Katherine Green 4 Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (Copyright. J9ll Ft <nt. X S h ) (Copyright, 1911, by lh u. Mead .< Co) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT “It 1s true. Other oen have followed just such u?• worth-', m pulses an<i been ashamed and sorr> afterwards I nas sorry and ! w is La me ■. and a« «• <-n as my first anger was over went to tell her to But s sh pose and “And what " Orlando Fvs.ia :e.i Ev»«j. i.is iron nature trembled before the miser \ sa* a misery he was destined lo augment rath er than sootht With pains altogether out of keeping v. >tl is <’ u rar ter. ho sought in the recesses of his darkened mind for words less hitter and less abrupt than those which sprang involumarib to his Bps. But he -i d not find them Though he pitied hi® brother and wished »<• show that he did nothing but tin stern lan guage suitable io the stern fact h* u >;ied to impart, \\< uld leave his lips "\nd ended the pitiful struggle of the moment with one quick, unpremeditated blow.’’ was what he said "There no other explanation possible L.r this ad. Oswald. Bitter as it is f"i me to ac knowledge I am thus far 1 g ;i’t\ of this beloved womans death. But. as God hears me. from the moment I first saw her. to ti e moment I saw het last I did not know, not did I for a moment dream that she v,.anything to you or to am other mat of my stamp and station i thought the <!• spi«ed my country b rib. my mechanical attempts, no. lack of aris tocratic pretensions and traditions ” •Tdi-b *‘.\ow that I know she had other rea sons for per contempt that th* words s'c wrote were in rebuke to the brother' rather than to the man. I feel m> guilt and deplore m\ anger. I can not *ay more I should but insult >our grief bj any length; ex pre < -ms of regret and sorrow.” \ groan of intolerable anguish Item the s < k man's I ps. and then the quick thrust of his reawakened intelligence firing su perior to the rtvfh’lhrow of all his hopes. "For a woman of Edith's priuciph to seek death in a moment of desperation, the provocation must have been very great. Tell me if I'm to hale you through life yea through all eternit.x or if I must seek in some unimaginable failure of my own character or conduct the «a iso of her intolerable despaii "Oswald”' The tone was controlling, and yet that of one strong man io an other "Is it for us to read t! c heart of any woman, least of all of a woman of her susceptibilities ami keen inner life The wish to end all comes to son e nuturea like a. lightning flash from a clear sky. It comes, it goes, often without leaving a sign. But if a weapon < han< es to be neat -there 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 emotion* 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 ami turn to what remains to us of life and labor. Work is grief's only consolation Then let us work ” But of all thl* Oswald had caught but the one word “Chance?” he repeated. “Orlando. I be lieve in God.” ” f Then seek* your comfort there. I find it in harnessing the winds; In fur< ing 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 cr\ from Oswald; ".Xu more,” said he. “no mor* . I,'hen, in a yearning accent, “Send Doris to me." Orlando started. This name coming so (•lose upon that word comfort produced a strange effect upon him. Hut another look at Oswald and he was ready to do his bidding. The hitler ordeal was over; !*t him have his solace if it was in her power to give it to him Orlando, upon leaving his brother's room, did not stop to deliver that broth cr s tpessage directly to Doris; he left this for? Truda to du. and retired imme diately to his hangar in the woods. Tick 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 he had only seen in dreams But his exe. which had ne\er tailed to kindle at this sight be fore. shone dully in the semi-gloom The air rar could wait; he would first have h « hour in tins solitude of his own mak ’i)g The gaze he dreaded, the words from which he shrank could not penetrate her* He might even shout her name aloud, and onl\ these windowless walls would respond lie was alone with his past, his present and his future \h.ne' He needed to hr. The strongest must "«>’•••• when the precipice yawns before tint. The gulf can be spanned; he feels himself forceful enough for that , but his eye* 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 ho was no fool, only a man to whom the unex pected had happened, a man who had seen his way clear to the horizon ami then had com*? up against this! Love. vff >E« A --rfv ,' ; i &A> WHEN YOUR HAIR BRUSHES OUT Your hair is ns sensitive as your skin — even more so. It stands up under heavy hats, curling irons, and diseases of the scalp, etc. But there is a limit. When you comb and brush vour hair in 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 nex er intended that. There it something wrong at the root of things-the hair needs a tonic-a restorer. When you are sick you take medicine. That is your first thought. Its turning grey, falling out, are both wavs the hair has of “complaining of illness.” it can’t do it in any other wav. —Do YOUR part. Use- HAY2S_HA)R HEALTH rsV.?? *i° e S,or " or direct upon ’"VL n.rne. Send lOr lor botile.-Philo Iley Spec. C 0.. N-».rk N J ' X,XID RECOMMENDED ]v, rer i e thought such folly dead! Ke- I nurse when Glorx called for the quie» I I n ird and heart ! ll» recognized Its mordant fang, and I ■km ■ hat its ravages, though only just | , I begun would last his lifetime Nothing! .d su»p them now. nothing, nothing. . ; Amt l.e laughed, as the thought went .(home; laughed at the irony of fate and its imxorableness: laughed at his own defeat and his nearness to a barred Para . d se 'swald loved Edith, luved her yet, will: a flame time would take long to quench Doris loved Oswald and he Doris, ami not one of them would ever attain the delights each was so fitted to | enjov Why shouldn t he laugh? What [ ! is left to man but mockery when all props i fall? Disappointment was the universal I lot and it should go merrily with him if he must take his turn at ii. But here the strong spirit of the man reasserted itself; it should be but a turn. A man's joys are not bounded by Ids loves or even by the satisfaction of a perfectly untram meled mind. Performance makes a world of Its own for the capable and the strung, i and this was still left to him lie. Or- ! lamin Broiherson. despair while his great | work lay unfinished! That would be to I lay stress on the Inevitable pains and fears of < ummonpla< humanity. Fie was ; not of that ilk. Intellect was his god; am- ' Idtion his motive powet. What would this casual blight upon his supreme con tentment be io him. when with the wings of his air car spread, ho should spurn the earth and soar into the heaven of fame simultaneously with his flight into the open lie could wait for that hour, lie had measured the gulf before him and found It passabh Henceforth no looking back. Rising, he stood for a moment gazing, with an alert eye now. upon such sections | of Ids car as had not yet been fitted into j their plucos, then he bent forward to h!s work, and soon the Ups which had ut- ■ tered that sardonic laugh a few minutes : before, parted in gentler fashion, and song took the place of curses a ballad of love and fond€ t truth. But oflando never knew what hr sang lie had the gift and used It. Would Ids tones, however, have rung out with <|iiite so mellow a sweetness had he seen the’restless figure even theft cir cling Ids retreat with eyes darting accu sation and arms lifted 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 nearer the emJ he bail set himself to attain than on the day he first be trayed his suspicions. The Hut Changes its Name. Tha' night Oswald was taken very ill • I* or three days ids life hung In the bal- I am e. then youth and healthy' living I triumphed over shuck and bereavement.' and tie came slowly back to his sad and ■ crippled existence. He had been conscious for a week or ’ more of his surroundings, and of his bit i ter sorrows as well, when one morning he asked Doris whose face it was he had ' seen bending over him so uften during the last week: “Have you a new doctor? 1 A man with white hair and a comforting smile’’ <>r have I dreamed his face? I 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 Im 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. Its a strange face to me \nd yet. it’s not al together strange Who is this man and » why should he care for me so deeply?" i “Because you share one love and one ’ grief It is Edith's father- whom you see • al your bedside. He has helped to nurse you ever since you came down this second time.” "Edith’s lather! Doria. It can not be! Edith's father!” "Yus. Mr. (,’halloner has been in Derby for the last two weeks He has only one interest now . tn see vou well again." “Why°” Doris caught the note of pain, if not i suspicion, in this query , and smiled as she asked in turn: ’ “Shall he answer that <iuesiion him self He is waiting lo come in. Not to ; talk You need not fear his talking. He's as quiet as any man I ever saw ■ The sick man closed bls eyes, and Dor- • is. watching, saw the flush rise to his emaciated cheek, then slowly fade away i again to a pallor that frightened her. i Had she injured where she would heal? • Had she pressed 100 suddenly and too ' hard on the ever-gaping wound In her Invalid s breast" She gasped in terror at the thought, then she fainUy smiled, for his eyes had opened again and showed a calm determination as he said "1 should like to see him I should like 1 him to answer the question I have just 1 put you I should rest easier and get well faster or not get well at all.” This latter he half whispered, and Dor is. tripping from the room, may not have heard it. for her face showed no fur ther sh.adow as she ushered in Mr Chal loner, atd closed the door behind him. She had looked forward tu this moment for days. To Oswald, however, it was an iinexpected excitement and his voice I trembled with something more than phy ' sical weakness as he greeted his visitor ' and thanked him for his attentions. “Doris says that you have show’n me this kindness from lhe desire you have io t <eo me well again. Mr Chailoner Is this ; true?’’ “Very true. 1 can not emphasize the 1 fact too strongly." Oswald’s eyes met his again, this time with great earnestness. "Vou must have serious reasons for feel ing so reasons which I do not quite un derstand. May 1 ask you why you place such value upon a life which, if ever use ful to itself or others, has lost and lust ’ forever, the one delight which gave It I meaning It was for Mr Chailoner s voice lo ; tremble mo\ as. reaching out his hanu, 1 he declared, with unmistakable feeling: I I have no son. i have no interest left 1 in life, outside this room and the possi- j i bilities it contains for me Your attach ; merit to my daughter has created a bond between us. Mr. Brotherson. which I sin- I cerely hope to see recognized by you ” I Startled and deeply moved, the young man stietched out a shaking hand toward , his visitor, with the feeble but exulting cry; [ I ben you do nut blame me fur her 1 t wretched and mysterious death You hold , me guiltless of the misery which nerxedl i»er despairing arm ' ' Quite guiltless I uswalii s wan and pinched feature# look a beautiful expression and Mr. (’hg| ' , longer wondered at his daughter > • r | . ■»’hanrs G/jn' ' fell from the sick man s I . os. aim then there was a silem? during! I | u hi. h their i w<. hands met To Be Continued in Next Issue. “Save Your Energy and You Will Preserve Your *• Beauty,” Declares Pretty Frances Starr W v Wr' TjLIROWk t; fixi VrC"- B < Branns . wWL w wILl: . W*. Wife MMSk / j an vj ) t LAtV >7 \ HmZj ''' /a / Xt"T ' ns d y' ' ' ' ' G ' CHARMING MISS FRANCES STARR NOW LEADING WOMAN IN ' < » jOnjF'' -THE CASE OF BECKY.” JF <■ By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. SOMEWHERE way uu high In Lite tiptop of the Plaza hotel, when the windows overlook the nark, Miss 1- rances Starr has her winter nest. Her sittine room looks, less like a hotel room than any you've ever seen, for it's small anil of irregular imiid, and it's done in a subdued kind of yel low i-oloi and win n you come into it the first thing Hint strikes vou is the wonderful view of the nark, and then you become aware of an excellent grand piano in the foreground. There are flowers and books, too. but mark -you. gentle reader not a single photograph of the actress herself, and that’s quite iharacteriatie of Miss Starr. It s only witli considerable ef fort that you can get her to talk about herself. And she just will not tall, about "M\ 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 Reeky, whose case is so puzzling to the audience at the Belasco theater, who can be so sweet ami 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 Start wanted to she could slip down into some of our social set tlements. among the pretty young col lege gil ls, who are endeavoring so va liantly to work for tile betterment of those less fortunate, and no one would ever suspect that she had been on the stag.- even for a minute. The better the actress tlie less ae iressx she looks, and Etances Starr has earned her tight to a foremost posi tion among the young stars of the stage. "The Ros,, of lite Rancho" has gronh mon- t boughtful tn look*, more intellec tual. than when she took Xew Yotk bx surprise tn the pan of the Spanish girl fit e y eat s ago. She looks very young, very slight, and almost frail, though she is really a strong athletic type of girl. Iler hair is a wavv brown, witli much light in it: het eyes are blue like the paler sapphite, and she has a deep and very fascinating cleft in her chin, ami site is simple, natural and totally lacking in self-consciousness. These particulars are put in at the request of so many readers, who seem to spend a good deal of their energies in figuring out whether their favorite actre-s 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 girl why she is pretty. One should never ask that question of a woman under thirty, anyhow. "When I am working," said Miss CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. 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"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 advocates i that seems pure selfishness to me. Be sides it’s a luxury that few can afford. I Fancy the girl who has to go up and down in the subway each day to het work trying to live up to Piet re Loti’s ideal of femininity. "Sometimes- I think the less one knows about one's favorite authors the better." said Miss Starr, mourning a lost illusion. "Somehow I never think about the personal side of the applause." said Miss Starr. "I just feel that I hav< don- what 1 wanted to and succeeded in conveying my thoughts to the audi ence. It is a difficult part, ami though I have the most wonderful teacher and critic in the world —Mr. Belasco—it is a pretty exhausting role just the same.” While learning the part Miss Starr went deeply into the study of psychol ogy. pathology and all the other ‘‘olo- A Beautiful Complexion May He You re In Ten Daye Nadi no la y CREAM ' T he Complexion Beautifier , Uted and F.ndnrsea By Thousand! NA DI NO LA banishes tan, sallowness, freckles, pimples, liver spots, etc. Extreme; cases twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of impurities, leaves the skin clear, soft, : healthy. Directions and guarantee in package. By toilet counters or mail Two ; sizes, 50 cents and SI.OO. KATIONAI. TOILET COMPANY. Paris. Tmn DO YOU ITCH? if so use Tetterine It cures eczema ground itch, ringworm itching piles in-' fant sore head and ah other skin trou bles. Bead what C. B Rang, Indianapolis says: Enclosed find St. Send me that value in Tetterine. 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It is an event that makes (rood Housekeeping the leader among women's magazines because this great story will be the most talked about and notable serial of the coming year. * < " I Another Triumph Mrs. Ward's new work recalls memories of her recent triumphs: '“'l he II Marriage of William Ashe” “Lady Rose's Daughter." and "Marriage a la Mode." In “The Mating of Lydia" she adds a brilliant love story to her other successes in this new and fascinating novel involving the life story of Lydia and Faversham Lydia Penfold the heroine is a sweet girl of the wholesome type I heart and fancy free yet fully conscious of the appeal of man to woman. Then Faversham enters and the developments revolve about the joys and | j sorrows of a girl’s life particularly in regard to the influence of wealth on various persons. You’ll love Lydia and admire Faversham. Your jl newsdealer will supply you with a copy of Good Housekeeping Magazine. I ■ On Sale At All Newsstands ir November Issue —Just Out |\ Good Housekeeping MAGAZINE * . 381 Fourth Avenue, New York City Babes From the Woods By Beatrice Fairfax HERE are three letters written by babes who imagine *hey are in love: "I ain keeping company with a young man ot my age. which is seventeen. He calls on me every night, b".t he does not show any love to me. What can Ido to make him show his love?" "I am sixteen, and in love with a girl one year my junior. I think she doesn't pay me the attention she ought to. I love her. but she has never toid me she loves me. 1 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 ot sixteen to keep steady company? Some people say that at the age of sixteen children should never think ot the op posite sex.” Bo.v and girl love, called ■ alt-love by those who have survived its attacks without lasting sears, 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 in 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 arid environ men:, 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 takes 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 sw’ings too far both ways. One is uncontrollably happy, or dangerousi.v depressed 1-ove, never an offspring of reason, behaves as if of in sane parentage when those under its sway are under sixteen. Time that should he spent in making , 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 the enin ment of youthful years, -which taglements and hasty attach,., J, n ' which cause much distress . . ls ' We do not advise girls to put off rimony until they are 380 years i/' which was. I believe, the age O s ,T daughter of Enoch when she * that state—but we think thev ,’ o M consult tneir host Interests in allow! thoughts of love and marriage to ocr» py their minds in their ‘salad daw when they are 'green in judgmen '- Read this quotation again: "It prevents the enjoyment of yout> , ful years, which Should be free fro ' and ’ eadS ,0 < ‘ n,an K | emenis and hasty attachments which canse much distress.” The writers of these letters, one twe and thre. will find no argument f avor ing calf love that can offset this sre>> ment against it. So 1 urge the writer of the first > e tter to make no attempts to get a bov of sixteen to show his love, but refrain from showing her own, and try to over come it. I want the boy who wrote the second letter to put as much worn- into h). lessons at school as he is putting Into a precocious love, and T want the writer of the third letter to take the quotation from Hardy for an answer, Plenty of Time. Don’t regard this opportunity tn ipy, and be loved as the last! And don’t, if sixteen or twenty-six or older, look upon the present as all the-e is of the future. Ix>ve will com- when you are ready for ft. And Late Loves even sweeter I han First Love’s tender dream" WHY? He—That young widow seems to aA mire Mr. Smith very much. She—Yea; he is a man after her own heart. - ...j- Thousands of Grateful Letters from women In all parts of the U»it ed States and Canada, who have teen relieved from almost every form of female complaints, such as inflamma tion, ulceration, displacements, tu mors. irregularities, periodic pains and backache, by Lydia E. 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