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THE GEOBOtIAW’S MAGAZWE PAGE
“Initials Only” "St By Anna Katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
(Copyright, 1511. Street ,y Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
It had been settled by the prospective
aviator that they were to watch for the
ascent from the mouth of the grassy road
leading in to the hangar. The three
were to meet there at a quarter to 8 and
await the stroke and the air cars rise.
That time was near, and Mr. Challoner,
catching a glimpse of Oswald’s pallid and
unnaturally drawn features, as he set
down the lantern he carried, shuddered
with foreboding and wished the hour
passed.
Doris’ watchful glance never left the
face whose lightest change was more to
her than all Orlando’s hopes. But the
result upon her was not to weaken her
resolution, but to strengthen it. What
ever the outcome of the next few min
utes. she must stand ready to sustain
her invalid through it. That the dark
ness of early evening had deepened to
oppression was unnoticed for the moment.
The fears of an hour past had been for
gotten. Their attention was too absorbed
in' what was going on before them for
even a glance overhead.
Suddenly Mr. Challoner spoke.
“Who is the man whom Mr. Brother
gon has asked to gu up with him?”
Tt was Oswald who answered.
“He has never told me. He has
kept his own counsel about that as
about everything else connected with
this matter. He simply told me that I was
not to bother about him any more; that
he had found the assistant *ie wanted.’
“Such reticence seems unpardonable.
You have displayed great patience. Os
wald.”
“Because I understand Orlando. He
roads men’s natures like a book. The man
h° trusts, we may trust. Tomorrow' he
will speak open!.', enough. All cause for
reticence will be gone.”
“You have confidence then in the suc
cess of this undertaking'’'
“If I hadn’t 1 should not be here. 1
could hardly bear to witness Ids failure,
even in a secret test like this. I should
find it too hard to face him afterwards.'
“I don’t understand.”
“Orlando has great pr'de. Ts this en
terprise fails I can not answer for him.
He would be capable of anything. Why,
Doris! what is the* matter, child? 1
never saw you look like that before.
S.;e had been down on iier knees regu
lating the lantern, and the sudden flame,
shooting up. had shown him her face
turned up toward his in an apprehension
which verged on horror.
“Do I look frightened?” she asked, re
membering herself and lightly rising. “1
believe that 1 am a little frightened. If
—if anything should go wrong! If an ac
cident —” But here she remembered her
self again and quickly changed her tone.
“But your confidence shall be mine. I will
believe in his good angel or—or in his
self command and great resolution. I’ll
not be frightened any more.”
But Oswald did not seem satisfied. He
?ontinued to look at her in vague con
cern.
He hardly knew what to make of the
intense feeling she had manifested. Had
Orlando touched her girlish heart? Had
this pold-blooded nature, with its steel
like brilliancy and honorable but stern
views of lisp. moved this warm and sym
pathetic soul to more than admiration?
The thought disturbed him so he forgot
the nearness of the moment they were
ill awaiting till a quick rasping sound
from the hangar, followed by the sudden
appearance of an ever-widening band of
ight about its upper rim. drew his atten
tion and awakened them all to a breath
ess expectation.
The lid was rising. Now it was half
way up. and now, for the first time, it
was lilted to Its full height and stood
i broad oval disc against the background
of the forest. The effect was strange. The
hangar had been made brilliant by many
lamps, and their united glare pouring from
: ‘s top and illuminating not only the
surrounding tree tops but the broad face
of this uplifted disc, roused in the awed
spectator a thrill such as in mythological
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times might have greeted the sudden sight
of Vulcan’s smithy blazing on Olympian
hills. But the clang of iron wn iron
would have attended the flash and gleam
of those unexpected fires, and here al)
was still save for that steady throb
never heard in Olympus or the halls of
Valhalla, the pant of the motor eager for
flight tn the upper air.
As they listened in a trance of burn
ing hope which obliterated all else, this
noise and all others near and distant was
I suddenly lost in a loud clatter of writh
ing and twisting boughs which set the
forest in a roar and seemed to heave the
air about them.
A wind had swooped down from the
east, bending everything before it and rat
-1 Hing the huge oval on which their eyes
were fixed as though it would tear it
from Its hinges.
i he three caught at each other’s hands
in dismay. The storm had come just on
1 I the verge of the enterprise, and no one
I might guess the result.
1 W ill he dare? Will he dare?” whis
pered Doris, and Oswald answered, though
it seemed next to impossible that he could
1 have heard her:
He will dare. But will he survive it?
Mr. Challoner.” he suddenly shouted in
that gentleman s ear, “what time is it
now?”
Mr. Challoner, disengaging himself from
their mutual grasp, knelt down by the
> lantern to consult his watch.
“One minute to 8." he shouted back.
i Ihe forest was now a pandemonium.
> Great boughs, split from their parent
trunks, fell crashing to the ground in all
directions. The scream of the wind
roused echoes which repeated themselves,
here, (here and everywhere. No rain had
fallen yet. but the sight of the clouds skur-
‘ rying pell-mell through the glare thrown
i up from the shed created such havoc in
the already overstrained minds of the
three onlookers that they hardly heeded,
w!/en with a clatter and crash which at
another time would have startled them
into flight, the swaying oval before them
I was whirled from its hinges and thrown
back against the trees already bending
I under the onslaught of the tempest. De
struction seemed the natural accompani
ment of the moment, and the only prayer
■ which sprang to Oswald’s lips was that
the motor whose throb yet lingered in
, their blood though no longer taken *in by
I the ear, would either refuse to work or
prove insufficient to lift the heavy car into
this seething tumult of warring forces.
His brother's life hung in the balance
. against his fame, and he could not but
j choose life for him. Yet, as the multi
tudinous sounds about him yielded for a
moment to that brother’s shout, and he
I knew that the moment had come which
f would soon setle all. he found himself
staring at the elliptical edge of the han
gar with an anticipation which held in
it as much terror as joy, for the end of
I a great hope or the beginning of a great
■ triumph was compressed into this trem-
I bling instant, and if—
Great God! he sees it! They all see
5 it! Plainly against that portion of the
' disc which still lifted itself above the
further wall, a curious moving mass ap
pears. lengthens, takes on shape, then
' shoots suddenly aloft, clearing the en
' circling tops of the bending, twisting and
1 tormented trees, straight into the heart of
the gale, where, for one breathless mo
ment. it whirls madly about like a thing
distraught, then in slow but triumphant
> obedience to the master hand that guides
t it. steadies and mounts majestically up
s ward until it is lost to their view in
the depths of impenetrable darkness.
I Orlando Brotherson has accomplished
i his cherished task. He has invented
a mechanism which can send an air
car straight up from its mooring place.
As the three watchers realize this, Os-
■ wald utters a cry of triumph, and Doris
throws herself into Mr. Chailoner’s arras.
Then they all stand transfixed again,
waiting for a descent which may never
t come.
; But hark! a new sound, mingling its
j clatter with all the others. It is the rain.
Quick, maddening, drenching, it comes;
enveloping them in wet in a moment,
i'an they hold their faces up against it”
! ' And the wind! Surely it must toss that
, aerial messenger before it and fling it
back to earth, a broken and despised toy.
“Orlando?” went up in a shriek. “Or
l lando?”
1 Oh. for a ray of light in those far-off
heavens! 1 ,, 0r a lull in the tremendous
■ sounds shivering the heavens and shaking
the earth! But the tempest rages on. and
they can only wait, five minutes, ten min
utes, looking, hoping, fearing, without
I tnought of self and almost without
1 thougb.t of each other, till suddenly as it
I Bad come, the rain ceases and the wind,
I with one final wail of rage and defeat,
rushes away into the west, leaving behind
I it a sudden silence which, to their terrified
; hearts, seems almost more dreadful to
i bear than the accumulated noises of the
moment just gone.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
“To Keep Your Beauty You Must Cultivate
Harmony,” Says Miss Irene Timmons
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MISS IRENE TIMMONS. LEADING WOMAN WITH THE PROSPECT
THEATER STOCK COMPANY,
By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
(jTWOI’LI) be incapable of enduring
I the strain of my work if I were
not in complete harmony with
my surroundings and with the rest of
the company—”
That is w’nat Miss Irene Timmons,
the leading woman and most popular
member of the Prospect theater, said to
me the other day when we were dis
cussing the eternal question of good
looks and good health and how a wom
an can retain them amidst the arduous
life of "stock” work.
Miss Timmons is slight and almost
frail looking. There is something quite
childlike in her manne and only a pal.
of keen and immensely clear eyes sug
gest the latent possibilities of this
actress who looks like an ingenue and
plays the heroines in “Kreutzer So
nata,” "The Girl of the Golden West"
and the Mother in the "Witching Hour"
with equal success.
"No woman can really accomplish
Do You Know-
Light moves at the rate of 200,000
miles a second.
Used first for the purpose of raising
water, the treadmill is the invention of
the Chinese.
Out of 56,799,994 acres, the total area
of Great Britain, only 9.000.000 are un
used for agricultural purposes.
An adult man weighs on an average
140 pounds 6 ounces, and out of this his
bones, number 240, weigh about 14
pounds.
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which a little paraflin oil has been
placed.
Violet perfume may be mad. at home
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wine, corking the bottle tightly, ami
leaving it for a « eek
Formerly used to denot. the length
|of the sermon, an hour-glass, dating
back to 1380 A. !>., is still fixed to tin
pulpit of the parish church in South
Ockendon. Essex
The largest -ingle electric sign in th.
world depicts a baby's fact* that alter
nately smiles and shed- tears on the
crowd that throngs Broadway. N‘«
York. The smile is some twelv. feet
wide when it reaches its fullest devel
opment, and each individual tear ip two
; feet long by ten Inches wide. The sign
| itself is 85 feet high by 106 feet wide
land contains a total of 9,010 sjuar.
I feet of space. The child's head is 40
feet high. The sign Weighs 80 ions
and contains 4,050 electric lights.
A barnacle-covered bottle ha- just
been picked up bj a trawler's net off
Aberystwyth. The bottle contaMud a
message written by Harvey Akken. of
Rocklin, f'al., when he was on board
the steamship Fenmorc. Johnston lint
on April 5. 1911, when 900 mil. - Iro n
Constantinople. The message stated.
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me at >nce, for I have a l>< t of SSOO that
it will be picked up befoi. 1915 Insidt
of Elbe and Brest." A reu .rd of s)■ y
was promised tlje tinder, should It hap
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her best work or express her individu
ality unless she is in harmony with
those about her.” said Miss Timmons.
“Os course, she can't be beautiful if
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she lives in a constant state of discoid,
for there is nothing that wastes
strength, vitality and so destroys youth
and good looks as discord, while har
mony develops beauty.
"We work very hard here—every one
in 'stock’ has to. A new play every
week, with rehearsals every morning,
two performances almost every day,
and always costumes to get. Oh. if it
we'en’t for the dressmaker'. I have
her with ine almost all the time," sighed
the young actress, “but I am very
strong naturally and then I adore my
work and my audience, and I think they
arp fond of me.
"The leading lady in a stock com
pany gets a great deal of admiration
and that helps one. doesn't it? But 1
don’t believe in living on admiration,
as so many do; it's rather exhausting
never to have a moment to yourself.”
'And Miss Timmons told me some
stories of the tidoration of her matinee
gilts and matrons which would have
turned a impe practical little head than
hers—stories of bouquets and anony
mous presents and a little band of de
votees who follow her about and won't
even let their favorite actress shop in
peace.
But we were wandering from out
subject, and Mr. Frank (lersten. her
manager, was evident!}- anxious for me
not to waste time, so we got back to the
question of beauty.
The Main Thing.
"I.et me seo.” mused Miss Timmons,
/’simple food, plenty of sleep, if you can
get it. and don't have any long new
pa: is to learn! But the main thing is
harmony. If you are worried, fearful
or unhappy, all the b< snty preparations
in .the world won’t do you any good,
and many of us live in a state of men
tal anxiety brought on by our own
thoughts or the critical and unkind
thoughts of others.
“I'm glad to say that there Is such a
lovely spirit of kindliness in this com
pany. from the stage manager down.
Even adverse criticism is.tendered in a
friendly, sympathetic way, and that
spirit saves us all untold worry and
unhappiness.
"Get into harmony with your sur
roundings, is my advice, and get to a
better understanding of yourself.
“AVOID CRITICISM.
“< ULTIMATE HARMONY.
“Those are the things that have
helped me. and that still help me retain
my strength and vitality even in the
hardest kind of work. I hope they may
point the way to others who wish to do
the same.’’
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
By Frances L. Garside
FABLES OF MARRIED LIFE.
(Being a few selections from "Fables
of Married Life." compiled by Daysey
Mayme Appleton when in a cynical
mood, atid which fables will shortly
appear in bool, form to be worked off
on discontented spins.)
THERE once lived a girl who was
Big and Brave and Strong. She
was never afraid of the Deepest
Woods, and was so brave she has been
known to try to Tell a Joke to a Deaf
Person.
But she married, and now her hus
band Never Leaves the house after 7
p. m. "My wife,” he says, “is Afraid to
be left alone."
Moral: There are all ways for Har
nessing a Man. This woman has to live
a Falsehood to keep her husband home
Nights.
Once Upon a Time a woman was left
a widow with Three small children, and
Not a Cent of Money. She had to For-
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get the Dead so Soon in caring for the
living'that on the way Back from the
(.'emetery she remembered that her hus
band was buried in his best trouseis
and Refused to be Consoled. They
W'otlld have done so nicely in making
over for the children!
Moral: It is called the “luxury of
grief,” because so few men leave their
widows rich enough to afford it.
Once Upon a Time a Girl, who had a
Good Position and a Big Salary, and
No One but herself to Spend it on.
Married. And. ah's me. the man she
married turned out to be a Tight Wad.
She never Complained to her friends,
being Proud and Reserved just like the
heroines in the books. But it was No
ticed that whenever she saw a (’alf tied
with a Very Short Rope, with the
Grass Eaten off as far as it could Reach
she Sat down by the Roadside, and
Shed a Silent Tear of Sympathy. Then
she Arose, and Lengthened the Rope.
Moral: Let the girl who has the Un
limited Range of Independence and Op
portunity Find it For Herself