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THE GEO BOHAN’S MAGAZINE, PAGE
‘lnitials Only” V- By Anna Katherine Green ,
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern limes
(Copyright, 1911* Street ,t- Smith )
■ Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT
tilth an outburst of wrath which made
the hangar ring. Orlando lifted his fist
to answer this appeal in h's own fierce
fsshlon from bls own side of the door,
but the impulse paused at fulfillment,
gn d he let his arm fall again in a rush
of self-hatred which it would have pained
bis worst enemy, even little Doris, to wit
r,ss As it reached his side, the knock
came again.
It was too much. With an oath, Orlando
reached for his key. But before fitting it
Into the lock, he cast a look behind him.
The ear was in plain sight, filling the
central space from floor to roof. A sin
gle glance from a stranger’s eye. and its
t rindpal secret would be a secret no
longer. He must not run such a risk.
Before he answered this call, he must
drop the curtain he had rigged up against
such emergencies as these. He had but
to pull a cord and a veil would fall be
fore his treasure, concealing it as ef
fectually as an Eastern bride is concealed
behind her yashmak.
Stepping to the wall, he drew that cord,
then, with an impatient sigh, returned to
the door.
Another quiet but insistent knock
greeted him. ,
in no fury now', but with a Vague sense
of portent which gave an aspect of fare
well to the one quick glance he cast about
the well-known spot, he fitted the key in
the lock, and stood ready to turn it.
"I ask again your name and your busi
ness," he shouted, in loud command.
"Tell them or—” He meant to say, "or
I do not turn this key." But something
withheld the threat. He knew that it
would perish in the utterance; that he
could not carry it out. He would have
open the door now, response or no re
sponse. "Speak!" was the word with
which he finished his demand.
A final knock.
Pulling a pistol from his pocket with
his left hand, he turned the key with
his right.
Tlie door remained unopened.
Stepping slowly back, he started at its
unpainted boards for a moment, then he
spoke up quietly, almost courteously:
But the command passed unheeded; the
latch was not raised, and only the slight
est tap was heard.
With a bound he reached forward and
pulled the door open. Then a great si
lence fell upon him and a rigidity as of
the grave seized and stiffened his power
ful frame.
The man confronting him from the
darkness was Sweetwater.
Man Within and Man Without.
An instant of silence, during which the
two men eyed each other; then, Sweet
water, with an ironical smile directed to
ward the pistol lightly remarked:
“Mr. Chailoner and other men at the
hotel are acquainted with my purpose and
await my return. I have come ” here lie
cast a glowdng look at the hugj curtain
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cutting off the greater portion of the illy
lit interior— "to offer you my services,
Mr. Brotherson. I have no other motive
for this intrusion than to be of use. lam
deeply interested in your invention, to
the development of which I have already
lent some aid. and can bring to the test
you propose a sympathetic help which you
could hardly find in any other person liv
ing."
The silence which settled down at the
completion of these words had a weight
which made that of the previous moment
seem light and all athrob with sound.
The man within had not yet caught his
breath; the man without held his, in an
i anxiety which had little to do with the
direction of the weapon, into which he
looked. Then an owl hooted far away in
the forest, and Orlando, slowly low’ering
his arm. asked in an oddly constrained
tone:
"How long have you been in town?"
The answer cut clean through any lin
gering hope he may have had.
"Ever since the day your brother was
told the story of his great misfortune."
"Ah! still at your old tricks! I thought
you had quit that business as unprofit
able."
I don t know. 1 never expect quick re
turns. lie who holds on for a rise some
times reaps unlooked-for profits."
1 he arm and fist of Orlando Brotherson
ached to hurl this fellow back into the
heart of the midnight woods.
But they remained quiescent and he
spoke instead:
1 have buried the business. You will
never resuscitate it through me."
Sw eetwater smiled. There was no mirth
in his smile though there was lightness
tn his tone as he said:
I then let us go back to the matter in
i oand. Aou need a helper: where are you
. going to find one if you don’t take me’.’"
I A growl from Brotherson’s set lips,
i • ex er had he looked more dangerous than
m the one burning instant following this
| dating repetition of the detective’s out
. re ‘tuest. But as he noted how
I slight was ’ll,- figure opposing him from
-he other side of the threshold, he was
swayed by his natural admiration of pluck
tn the physically weak, anti lost his
threatening attitude, only to assume one
which Sweetwater secretly found it even
i aarder to meet.
■ lou are a fool." was the stinging re-
I mark he heard flung at him. "Do you
want to play the police officer here and
1 arrest me in mid air?”
i Mr. Brotherson, you understand me as
I little as I am supposed to understand you
I umble as my place is in society and. I
I may add. in the department whose inter
ests I serve, there are in me two men.
One you know passably well—the detec
tive whose methods, only Indifferently
clever show that he has very much to
learn, of the other the workman ac
quainted with hammer and saw, but with
■ some knowledge too of higher mathe-
I matics and the principles upon which
I great mechanical inventions depend, you
I know little, and must imagine much. I
was plflying the gawky when I helped
you in the old house in Brooklyn. I was
i interested in your airship- Oh. 1 recog-
I nized it for what it was, notwithstanding
its oddity and lack of ostensible means
for flying but I was not caught in the
whirl of its idea; the idea by which you
'doubtless expect, and with very good rea
son too, to revolutionize the science of
: aviation. But since then I’ve been thlnk
j Ing it over, and am so filled with your
| own hopes that either I must have a hand
I in the finishing and sailing of the one
: you have yourself constructed, or go to
1 work myself on the hints you have un
‘ consciously given me. and make a ear of
my own.” ,
Audacity often succeeds where subtlier
means fail. Orlando, with a curious twist
of his strong lip. took hold of the detec
tive’s arm and drew him in. shutting and
locking the door carefully behind him.
"Now,” said he, "you shall tell me what
you think you have discovered, to make
j any ideas of your own available in the
' manufacture of a superior self-propelling
airship."
To Be Continued in Next Issue
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ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * By Beatrice Fairfax
HIS AFFLICTION NO BAR.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am nineteen and became ac
quainted xjfith a man of thirty-four,
with whom I fell in love. He Is at
present employed in a large office
and gets a fair salary, hut his right
hand is amputated. I think the
world of him.
All my friends tease me and ask
why such a good looking girl should
fall in love with a man who is af
flicted like this.
1 am the first born child, also
the only girl in the family, and my
parents are strongly Against my
meeting him. WORRIED.
If he has lost a hand, but has a whole
heart, a clean record and a nrlght mind,
his affliction should be no bar.
If your parents’ objections are based
solely on his crippled condition, they
are neither fair nor charitable. But
make sure they have no other objec
tions before you beg for their blessing
and approval.
MADE YOUR OWN DIAGNOSIS.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
'I am a girl twenty-two years
old and for the past eight months
have been going with a man about
seven years my senior. All during
this time he lias made love to me—
says he loves me, and only me, bet
ter than anything else in the world.
He also knows that 1 love him.
Right after he has been to see me
I find he attends the “club" a good
deal. Sometimes he goes as long
as ten days without calling me up.
or asking to come out. He acts as
though he Is ashamed of something.
Then when he comes back he says
that he has been thinking of me all
tile time and that 1 am the only one
he loves. He has never asked me to
marry him.
Some time ago I had intended
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taking a little trip, but he said he
wished me not to go. for he was
afraid I would forget him—l didn't
go. Do yon think it possible that
I let him know I love hint too much,
and he thinks he can come back
just any time?
“BABY TRIXIE.”
You have let him see that you care
too much for him.
His love for you can not excuse his
attitude: If he is ashamed of “some-
Do You Know—-
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A gallon of good quality milk con
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The simplest form of divorce in th.'
world is that practiced by the Piute
tribe of Indians in Nevada. All that a
“buck” or a “squaw” has to do when
either wants a separation is to tender
to the other party the sum of $35. That
is all that is necessary as evidence of
dissatisfaction, and the tender is rarely
refused. Why the offer is exactly that
amount can not be learned. It is one of
the unexplained and unwritten laws ci
th" tribe.
The death has Just occurred al Red
ding. ('al.. of a man named John Broad
hurst, who lived for two months with
out a stomach and never knew it was
missing. Broadhurst, who was an en
gine driver, was taken to the hospital
suffering from a malignant growth
Through an operation Ills stomach was
remov'd, and. not to discourage the pa
tient. the surgeons did not inform him
of the nature of the operation.
Sign a (’rotfu, the station master at
Sirignano, near Naples, speculated one
franc at a weekly lottery, and now finds
himself in consequence the lucky win
ner of SIOO,OOO. On learning the good
tidings I'rotta's first t i.-k was to tele
graph to the directorate of the state
railways his r> signation. He Is a mar
rled man. and has :• daughter who is a
local schoolmistress t'rotta is also
setting apart •» sum for masses on be
half of his dead aunt, whose gnost. lie
avows, appeared to him In the early
hours one Sunday morning, bidding him
gamble on four numbers which she re
vealed to him. all of which eventually
proved lucky ones.
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thing;" if he demands your love and
makes no offer of marriage return,
he is not trustworthy.
1 can not suggest that you break
the engagement since none exists, but
1 do suggest that you put him out of
your heart and mind.
YOUR COUSIN IS WRONG.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am Infatuated with a young
lady.. One evening I invited her to
go to a place of amusement with
me and she refused. I decided 1 to
go alone, and when I arrived she
was there with another gentleman.
I think she loves me very much. In
fact, I know she does, as a cousin
of mine who lives next door to her
told me so. But every time I ask
her to go out with me she refuses,
and if any other fellow asks her
she goes with him. GERALD M.
Your good sense should tell you your
cousin is no authority. The girl does
not car< for you! Bogin your siege
to her heart with that in mind.
If she continues to refuse your at
tentions withdraw them for a while.
That may awaken her interest in you.
AND THEN, WHAT?
Dear Miss Fail fax:
I am a young man of 19 and deep
ly in love with a young lady who
Is six years my senior. When w<
are together she seems very asset
tionate, but I have reasons to be
lieve she cares for others. When 1
question her she seems grieved and
denies the charge. We also differ
in religious manors. I am afraid
. if 1 give in mw I will always have
to. K. E. L.
You do not believe her word, and
iiappincss is never founded on a doubt
You are afraid “if you give in now
you will always have to." If you loved
her as a man should love a woman,
such a fear would never enter your
mind. The man who gives In" to his
wife is the man who, nine times out of
ten, saves money, prospers, achieves
ambition and gets somewhere. •
You are not in love, you think you
are. But there is a difference.
TOO YOUNG TO KNOW.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Don't you think a girl of sev
enteen. witli a knowledge of good
, sense, in quite old enough to re
ceive the attentions of young gen
t lemen? GERALDINE.
Many girls have been wooed and
won at seventeen, and life-long happi
ness resulted. But many, many more
have made the tragic discovery that
their judgment at seventeen wits not as
mature as they believed
Geraldine is very young—too young
to act against the advice of her pa
rents. Her w isdom may be beyond dis
pute. hut the experience of her parents
is of greater worth. For all Geraldine's
years of seventeen, I would abbreviate
the wisdom of the ages to two words:
■'(ill » l<»W ’t
Worthy of Emulation
WE are told from childhood up
that we must learn from our
elders. ’
Heaven help us if we confine our les
sons in life to instructions from those
whose years arc more, for we will miss
the more valuable teachings of child
hood.
Notice the little children in their
play. One has a doll’s go-cart; If it
has three wheels or four makes no dif
ference to the happiness of the owner.
Another has a battered doll, another
the remnants of n china toy tea set,
and another drags a discarded starch
box. which is to be the banquet table.
They do not throw these precious be
longings away and stare sourly and
enviously at a child who has been fa
vored with more. The knowledge that
the child In the next ya’d has a new
doll that cries and winks, a leal little
table and chairs, and a complete set of
dishes, makes their joy none the less.
They “play like" their erippled doll
has its full complement of arms and
legs. If a cup must serve also as a
cream pitcher their powers of imagina
tion see the cream pitcher on the table.
Given powers of imagery a poet may
uell envy, they behold with the eye of
the mind all that their little hearts de
sire and are happy.
A Valuable Lesson.
"play like" the kitehen aprons
they* drape around their waists are
long velvet trains; they "play like" the
crackers they serve on their broken
dishes are Ice cream and cake, and they
“play like” everything broken and old is
whole and new, and their ability to
“play like” this from morning to night
has a lesson more valuable than we
could learn from the oldest and wisest
seer.
We must learn from childhood to
cover defects with the beauties of
imagination.
We must learn when corttpelled to
wear a suit a season too long to "play
like" it Is new; we must "play Ilk "
everything old and worn and sordid is
beautiful and just what we like. We
must be children again, and find the
power of happiness lies not in material
possessions but in the possession of an
optimistic imagination.
There Is no other way to be happy.
The wise man, with his brow plowed
deep with many years of thinking and
his volumes of reading weighty and
numerous, can turn to no page, can
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By Beatrice Fairfax
point to no experience, that teaches the
lesson of happiness more plainly than
the child playing wltn a ciothes pin
dressed up as a doll.
The child ’’plays like.” It Is a little
philosopher. If you would be happy,
you must not let the years rob you
of that spirit of philosophy, which was
your divine heritage when you came
into this world.
You must “play like” your material
possessions are all that you want.
You must not gaze sourly at the man
or woman who has more, but must
turn an optimistic Imagination on
what is yours.
Be Like Them.
You must “play like” your disap
pointments are gratifications; you must
"play like" the scars and scratches and
defacements of possessions more pre
cious than toy sets and dolls do
exist, and ’all that is given in your
hands is perfect and complete.
( ls you are wealthy, or if you are
poor; if you have'little or If you have
nothing, you will not be happy if you
let the yea’s rob you of this childhood
power of imagery. Nothing is just as
we want it. but we can make it so if
we “play like" it is.
It is all the philosophy of the ages
condensed into two little words, among
the first words that childish lips learn
to utter: “Play like."
THE BARGAIN SALE.
Many months had passed since first
he met the sweet, sweet girl. He loved
her dearly, but he was woefully shy.
and his suit made hut slow progress
Einalh It was Hie Indy who decided
to improve th shining hour and add a.
trifle to th ? pace of the proceedings. To
make up her mind was to act. and th >
very next lime the young man called
>he point ’d to the rose that adorned
his buttonhole.
“I’ll give you a kiss for that rose,"
she blurted out.
A crimson, guilty flush overspread
the young man’s face, like the light of
the setting sun. There was, however,
no hesitation on his part, and ha
clinched the bargain in good old style.
Then he grabbed his cap and proceeded
to rush from the room in double-quick
time
“And where are you going?" she ask
ed. in great surprise.
"Oh," he answered, tremulously. “I’m
just off to the florist’s, to buy up his
stock of roses!”