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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 At Fountains & Elsewhere Ask for HORLICK’S" The Origins! and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. At restaurants, hotels, and fountains. Delicious, invigorating and sustaining. Keep it on your sideboard at home. Don’t travel without it. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Fake no imitation. Just say “HORLICK’S.’’ Not in Any Milk Trust ' THE MENTER CO. Q A T KT CHTFFON WAIST CQ Zj Q Thursday and Friday aO REGULAR VALUE IS $3.50 fl This is a very dainty and attractive waist of chiffon over pretty white net and inserted lace. Shadow lace tg- yoke, collar and sleeves, v Sleeves and high collar piped fcTjL with chiffon. Set-in sleeves. Three tucks on shoulders, /w \\ J ■, Front is handsomely em ,7*l broidered with silk. This comes in three colors: Co /4'i'flWv A* I UYvOR penhagen, navy blue and V J Ijlilr ’ U brown. Extremely pretty Med - I’■ wil an< i’ s a bargain any day at ' Ys ' V $3.50. Special Sale /Wk wl •' \ Thursday and Friday ' I ’' 1 $2.48 <1 Owning nearly 100 stores we sell all clothing for men, women and children at very low prices. Divide your bill into weekly payments. THE MENTER CO. SUCCIBSOR TO MENTER a ROSENBLOOM CO. 71] Whitehall Street First Stairway Next to J. M. High Co. 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 Two Fashionable Evening Gowns JBK ' ™ kJ? X * s .-■OBEofltra f R ' * - nSm, ' f-' B Va , . i" A., At** Qi h JIM MBwWI. o | TI ■ M hwyMMM i IMiliwWjKW? i itiliiS & MMFy k.’ *’ ? .i.'M * ,j| 11 ji -JjA'.dMf 1 h >• r \ W, * > x - >"<' _< J\ \ W // \ /4 A C* a \ \ // \\ // 1 z '' l Greek Draperies—Embroidery and fur here combine to decorate a gracefully draped evening gown which is composed of chiffon over ivory lace. 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 FULL OF SCABS What could be more pitiful than the • condition told of In this letter from A. It. Avery. Waterloo, N. Y We have been using your Tetterine. It’s the best on earth for skin ail ments. Mrs. S. C. Hart was a sight to see. Her face was a mass of scabs. Tetterine has cured it. Cured by Tetterine Tetterine cures eczema, tetter, ground itch, ringwt rm an<l all skin trouble®. Its effect is magical. 50c at druggists or by mail. SHUPTRINE CO.. SAVANNAH. GA. < Advt.) CHICHESTER S PILLS THE I»IAMOM> BBAM>. A I.adlrai A«i. your l>r.. KK | M f or /A Att * I 1 ’-' hee-ter’. oisux.nd Ttrand/AX fr I III" io K.d .I'l Gold n rUllicW/ tv ■-’>! '■ ■:*> J. c Hi; 'on. W ‘M 1 olio no other. Buy of yoar * I ~ V ires.TEß’s > I»1AM«»M> Illi IM> PILI.M. fur 2ft A~ ,y yeirsknowna.Best.! afajt.AlwvsßeHabla I r SOLD BY DRIOGISTS EVERYWHERE v is cr ’ "" r 11 —Ji i ■ J **B I k J | Opium. Whiskey and Drug Habit* treated 111 Bat Home or at Sanitarium. Book on subject I irre.’. DR B M. WOOLLEY, 2< N, Victor ■■■■■■l Sanitarium, Atlanta, Georgia. | 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—- There are only 70 known specimens of the eggs of the extinct great auk, one of which was sold in 1905 for $2,000. A gallon of good quality milk con tains twenty ounces of nutritious and digestible dry matter. 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. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Velvet and Lace—Carried out in old-rose velvet and lace over a linon and satin foundation. This makes a most attractive demi-toilet. 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 iJ* JgL MYwT iS -JIMwLO i TzW''' Perfectly Safe To Wash Fine Dress Goods. Saleswoman to Customer— “ Yes ma’am, this batiste i* much the prettier and finer of the two. But if I were you, I would take the percale-it’s heavier and will stand the boiling and rubbing of the ‘wash’ better.’’ Anty Drudge— “ljook here, young lady, where have you been these past 15 years? Don’t you know that with Fels-Naptha, there is no such thing as ‘boiling and rubbing of the wash’ —to wear fine fabrics to shreds? You take that batiste. It’ll wear longer washed with Fels-Naptha the Fels-Naptha way than the heavy percale will washed the old-fashioned way,” You’ve heard a woman say: “ 1 his waist has worn terribly. I’ve only washed it a couple of times and it’s falling to pieces.” Clothes cost too much nowadays to be worn out in the wash, —to be boiled and scalded until the life is gone out of the fabric —and then rubbed to shreds on the wash board. You must use the soap that preserves the fabrics —be 1s- N apt ha. Use it the Fels-Naptha way —in cool or lukewarm water, with no hard rubbing. You’ll get through the day’s wash in one half the time and with much less effort. And your clothes will look whiter and fresher than you ever saw them before. Follow the directions on the red and green wrapper. Use any time of year. 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!”