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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE; i “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Orlando was in that shout of natural forces, but he Is not in this stillness. They look aloft, but the heavens are void. Emptiness is where life was. Oswald be gins to sway, and Doris, remembering him now and him only, has thrown her strong young arm about him, when — What is this sound they hear high up, ■ gh up, in the rapidly clearing vault of > heavens! A throb —a steady pant— <u..wing near and yet nearer —entering the > relet of great branches over their heads descending, slowly descending—till they catch another glimpse of those hazy out lines which had no sooner taken shape than the car disappeared from their sight within the elliptical wall open to re ceive It. It had survived the gale! It has re-en tered its haven, and that. too. without colliding with aught around or any shock to those within, just as Orlando had promised; and the world was henceforth Ills! Hail to Orlando Brotherson! Oswald could hardly restrain his mad joy and enthusiasm. Bounding to the door separating him from this conqueror of almost invincible forces, he pounded it with impatient fist. "Det me in!” he cried. "You've done the trick, Orlando, you've done the trick.” "Yes. I have satisfied myself," came back in studied self-control from the other side of the door: and with a quick turning of the lock, Orlando stood before them. They never forgot him as he looked at that moment. . He was drenched, battered, palpitating with excitement: but the majesty of success was in his eye and in the bearing of his incomparable figure. As Oswald bounded towards him. he leached out his hand, but his glance was for Doris. "Yes,” he went on. in tones of sup pressed elation, "there's no flaw in my triumph. I have done all that I set out to do. Now —” Why did be stop and look hurriedly back into the hangar? He had remem bered Sweetwater —Sweetwater, who at that moment was stepping carefully from his seat in some remote portion of the car. The triumph was not complete. He lia- meant — But there his thought stopped. Nothing of evil, nothing even of regret should mar his great hour. He was a conqueror, and it was fcr him now to reap the joy of conquest. N ight. Three days had passed, and Orlando Brotherson sat in his room at the hotel before a table laden with telegrams, let ters and marked newspapers. The news of achievement had gone abroad, and Derby was, for the moment, the center of interest for two continents. His success was an established fact. The second trial which he had made with his car. this time with the whole town gathered together in the streets as wit nesses, had proved not only the reliabil ity of its mechanism, but the great ad vantages which it possessed for a direct flight to any given point. Already he saw Fortune beckoning to him in the shape of an unconditional offer of money fn>ni a first-class source: and better still -for he was a man of untiring energy and boundless resource—that opportunity Til Vfi!| W! Free to You and Every Sister Su. rh(.L IU lUU nil UIuIIH ering from Woman's Ailment*. I ; lOL* IBi. \ l<- !■ V < c J '■w’ > continue, It will cont you only about 12c<*ntsa week or h'ss than two cents a day It will not interfere with your work or occupation. 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She had caught the contagion of the universal enthusiasm and had given hint her first ungrudging token of approval. It had altered his whole outlook on life in an instant, for there was an eagerness in this dem onstration which proclaimed the relieved heart. She no longer trusted either ap pearances or her dream. He had suc ceeded In conquering her doubts by the very force of his personality, and the shadow which had hitherto darkened their intercourse had melted quite away. She was ready to take his word now and Oswald's, after which the rest must fol low. Love does not lag far behind an ardent admiration. Fame! Fortune! Love! What more could a man desire? What more could this man, with his strenuous past and an unlimited capacity for an endarged future, ask from fate than this. Yet, as he bends over his letters, fingering some, bur reading none beyond a line or two, he betrays but a passing elation, and hardly lifts his head when a burst of loud acclaim comes ringing up to his win dow from some ardent passerby: "Hurrah for Brotherson! He has put our town on the map!” Why this desopndency? Have those two demons seized him again? It would seem so and with new and overmastering fury. After the hour of triumph comes the hour of reckoning. Orlando Brother son in his hour of proud attainment stands naked before his own soul's trfb unal and the pleader is dumb and the judge inexorable. There is but one wit ness to such struggles: but one eye to note the waste and desolation of the de vastated soul, when the storm is over past. Orlando Brotherson has succumbed; the attack was too keen, his forces too shaken. But as the heavy minutes pass, he slowly regathers his strength and rises, in the end a conqueror. Neverthe less, he knows, even in that moment of regained command, that the peace he had thus bought with strain and stress is but momentary: that the battle is on *or life: that the days which to other eyes would carry a'.sense of brilliancy—days teeming with work and outward satisfaction— would hold within their hidden depths a brooding uncertainty which would rob applause of its music and even overshad ow the angel face of Love. He quailed at the prospect, materialist though he was. The days—the intermin able days! In his unbroken strength and the glare of the nonday sun, he forgot to take account of the nights looming in black and endless procession before him. It was from the day phantom he shrank, and not from the ghoul which works in the darkness and makes a grave of the heart while happier mortals sleep. And the forme.r terror seemed formid able enough to him in this hour of start ling realization, even if he had freed him self for the nonce from its controlling power. 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THIS is Miss Elizabeth Risdon, the Fanny of “Fanny’s First Play,” a verj- young woman, and ns shy about talking of herself as most Eng lish actors seem to be when they first come to this country. During the course of the interview I admit that I did most of the talking: somebody has to talk on these occa sions. and every woman likes the sound of her own voice. Besides. I can tell you it is no easy tiling to draw out the secret of her beauty from an English actress. Miss Risdon put her hands over her face and chortled with glee at the very thought of having to talk on such a topic. But she didn’t say anything, so I asked a few of those leading questions which would be so rude if one did not have the excuse tl;at the dear public thirsts for such information, and this is what she said: “I know ail the things you ought to do, and I don’t do one of them." Not Exactly Right. Miss Risdon continues to be healthy, and she Is very pretty, with traces of her Scotch-Irish descent in her big eyes, slight face and earnest expres sion. despite the fact that she goes con trary to all the best known and most neglected rules of health and beauty. “Have you found out what Bernard Shaw’s ideal of beauty is?” said I, with the air of the orchest a leader when he is "vamping” til! I‘eady. "No,” said Miss Risdon, “none of us know. Margaret, the heroine of Fan ny’s play, is described somewhere. I think, as a vigorous young woman with Daysey May me and Her Folks Ry Frances L. Garside TWO SIDES TO A STORY. I>HEPE had been a great deal in the papers about the proper way tor a man to propose. Mrs. Lysander John Appleton gave a sigh. "Your father doesn’t look it now.” she said to her daughter, "but he was a very ardent lover when he was young. I could have done better, but I.ysander John made love so persistently that I turned down a duke and several mil lionaires to marry him.”; A sigh, in which her daughter joined. "He proposed to me nine times. The last time' he said if 1 didn’t marry him he would throw himself in the river. I just had to marry him or be a mur deress." Daysey Mayme thought of the duke and the millionaires, and looked re proachfully at her mother. But now that father was tn the family, there was no use in complaining about it. Lysander John cut the cards in order to give himself a square deal, and laid them out for a game of Canfield. "You women,” he said, turning up a queen, "don't know how funny you are. If you did. and had any sense of hu mor, you would laugh yourselves to death. "Here you are, talking all at once about the proper way for a man to propose. "My dear madam," addressing the queen in tones of conviction, “the men don't propose. They just call on a girl a few times, and she begins to get her clothes ready for the wedding." fl- begun to play, but turned up so many noarts hi* mind wandered back dilated nostrils. That doesn't exactly strike me as a description of beauty. Dilated nostrils, Indeed! It sounds as if she snorted, but probably she had excellent lungs. People with dilated nostrils usually do, don’t they? “Please ask me abqut something that I know about." said little Miss Risdon, in her pretty English voice, and it Anal ly transpired tliat she knew a great deal about what you should or should not do when posing for a photograph. Now, as every woman has to submit to be photographed once in her life, and some of them seem to be doing it ail the time. I will quote Miss Hisdon’s advice: “Women make a great mistake in be ing photographed in their latest and most stylish frocks, because the photo graph is soon out of date, just as the frock is, while an arrangement of ar tistic drapery never goes out of fashion. “The same thing is true of the hair. Os course, a woman on the stage is photographed for every part, and that is a different thing, but fancy how ridicu lous the picture looks today of the woman with ten or twelve puffs on her head, such as were worn two years ago. One should wear the hair as sim ply as possible, and in an artistic or picturesque arrangement, that will al ways look well, while the fashionable coiffeur of five years ago now is laugh able. Never brush your hair too flat or arrange too carefully. "Another thing: Never allow a pho tographer to take your picture when you are depressed in spirits or in ill health. Be photographed at the time of day at which you look your best. Some people look very much brighter in the evening then in the daytime, and there to the days when he was young. In those days he knew he had a heart. Now that he was old he knew mor about his liver. "1 had called on the woman who mar ried me." he resumed, "three times. I remarked on my last call that a young man who lived at a boarding house at'- a carload of fried potatoes a year. I said it "omplainingly. Sir >oked sym pathetic and threw her arm around my neck. “It seems,” making a wrong play "that I had proposed marriage without knowing It. Then she sent for the preacher!” He sighed, and shuffled for a new deal. WELL IN ADVANCE. "I would like to look at some house hold goods,” sale] the tall brunette as she entered the big furniture shop. “You see. I expect to be married soon.” "Ah, indeed.” said the polite clerk; "just step this way. We have special Inducements for young couples start ing in housekeeping. When is the glad event to come off?” "Well—er—the day hasn't been set tled yet." "Oh. I see; the lucky young man has just proposed, and—’’ “No. he hasn't proposed yet. but- ” “Ah, he is going to propose. How long has he been calling?” "Well, he hasn’t started calling yet. but—” "What is the young man's name?" "Really, I don’t know at present, but mamma says she thinks some nice young man will start calling soon, so I wanted to be In »<"•* are photographers who make a spe cialty of evening work, just to meet the demands of the woman who looks pret ty by candle light, “Never wear gloves in a photograph: they make the hands look larger and awkward. If your hands are going to show, the finger nails should be highly polished; it gives more tone and color to the picture, and makes the hands look prettier. Some More Hints. "Don't let a photographer arrange you in a curlicue way with your feet round one way, your head another, and your arms twined about the studio chair. When a woman goes to a photographer, she generally leaves her will power and her individuality at home. That's why so few photographs resemble the orig inal. "As to make-up. Many people use it when they are going to be photograph ed. Outlining the eys, especially where the eyelashes are faint or very light, is good, and the lips can be moistened or rubbed over with vaseline to give them more color, but rouge and powder give the photograph a queer and unnatural look and spoil the likeness.” Up-to-Date Jokes Quack Doctor—Yes, gentlemen. I have sold these pills tor over 25 yearS, and never heard a word of complaint. Now, what does that prove? Voice from the Crowd —That dead men tell no tales, guv'nor! Hunting Squire-—Mu.phy, you told me there was good hunting on your laud. Why. we’ve been here an hour and haven’t seen any game. Murphy—Just so, sir. But the less game the more hunting you have. Sandy was walking along the toad in deep thought, and it was his minis ter who brought him to earth again with: "Halloa, Sandy! Thinking of the fu ture, eh?” "No,” replied Sandy, moodily. "To morrow's the wife’s birthday, and A’m thinkin' o’ the present.” She put down the book with a sigh “What is It, darling?” he asked. “Ah. dearest, I am so happy," she replied. "But you had such a sad look in your eyes just now.” "I know. I've been reading about the unhappiness that wives of men of genius have always had to bear. Oh, Alfred, dear, I'm so glad you’re just an ordinary sort of a fellow.” A small boy was selling papers at a railway station where there were som" 20 or 30 persons waiting for the train. A comedian standing by called to the newsboy: “I say, boy. would you like a new job?" "Yes, sir," replied the boy. “What is it?” “Well," said the comedian, "my mas ter wants a fool.” "Oh. does be?" said the newsboy. "Is he going to sack you, or keep two?” Two young fellows recently attended a tea for which they had bought tickets at ten cents each. The profits were to go toward a treat to the aged poor. One of them, after consuming four cups of tea. six ham sandwiches, a plate of bread and butter, two tea cakes, five jam tarts and four huge buns was pass ing his cup for the fifth time when he turned to his friend and said in a se rious tone: “I think every one should encourage a thing of this sort, ft's for a good cause, you know." SEVEN YEARS OF MISERY How Mrs. Bethune was Re stored to Health by Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound. Sikeston, Mo. "For seven years I suffered everything. I was in bed for four or five days at a time every month, and so weak I could hardly walk. I had cramps, backache and headache, and was so nervous and weak that I dreaded to see anyone or have anyone move in the room. The doc tors gave me medi cine to ease me at if MRllilwr illii. , I those times, and said that I ought to I have an operation. I would not listen to that, and when a friend of my husband’s told him about Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound and what it had done for his wife, I was willing to take it Now I look the picture of health and feel like it, too. I can do all my own house work, work in the garden and entertain company and enjoy them, and can walk as far as any ordinary woman, any day ! in the week. I wish I could talk to every suffering woman and girl, and tell them what Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound has done for me.”—Mrs. Dema Bethune, Sikeston, Mo. Remember, the remedy which did this was Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. It has helped thousands of women who have been troubled with displacements, I inflammation, ulceration, tumors, irreg ularities, periodic pains, backache, that bearing down feeling, indigestion, and nervous prostration, after all other means have failed. Why don’t you try it? * Little Bobbie’s Pa < Ry William F. Kirk BY the way. Bobbie, set! Pa to me. while I am ijp here in the coun try’ I think I will have to buy sum honey A send it hoani. I newer tasted any nicer honey than the homy I am eating now. The bees that made this honey must have had a sweet disposishun. Pa sed. So after we had our breakfast Pa A me went to a place whare thare was a old farmer wich had a lot of honey to sell. All flic way to the farm Pa was talking about how much he knew about honey. I used to keep bees myself, sed Pa, when I was a young man back in W isconsin. & the mlnnit I see the bees I can tell the kind of honey that thay make. The minnit 1 look a bee in the eye. Pa sed to me, I know jest how much he knows about honey. If he looks at you steddy. sed Pa. 1 know he is a honest bee that doesnt bedeevi- In slltiing his work, but if lie looks kind of shifty 1 wud dent he sur-prised if his honey wud dent be fit to eat. Wen we got to ware the honey was Pa called the old farmer oaver A sed I want to buy sum honey to send back to New York. All rite. the old man sed. that is what me A the bees is here for. How much honey do you want* I want to get ti whole case of it. Pa sed, fourteen boxes, the saint as my trend John Dick got here la,st week. He sed that your bees was as honest and hard working as the day is long. The only thing is, sed Pa, the days is kitting shorter now, so maybe the bees ain’t on the level any moar. Doant worry about the bees, sed the farmer to Pa, they made sill this honey along in th. summer anyhow. Jest talk a taste of it & se?. Me A Ba both tasted the honey A it tasted fine. Tiiis seems to be tile reel artlkel, said Pa. but beefoar 1 take it I wud like to look the bis oaver. /J?* ( I?W3 ,* t £ W, B'/V L ~~~ 3 I " lliristi: - ! T tM ‘ The Right Way to do Your Housecleaning. Mrs. Tired N. Weary—“ Here’s a letter from Mrs. Sprightly. She wants John and me to come over on Wednesday night. I would just love to go—but no, I will be housecleaning next week. Scrubbing and rub bing make me unfit for everything. It is worse than a whole week of washdays, isn’t it, Anty Drudge?” Anty Drudge—" It depends altogether on how you do your housecleaning, my dear. If you do it the Fels-Naptha way—rub up your floors and paints with cool or lukewarm water and Fels-Naptha Soap, you £ will be fresh enough for any entertainment when ■ night time comes. ” • Is it any wonder that the woman with a big family who washes the way her grand mother did has red swollen hands —big knuckles —large veins? Yours would be that way too, if you had to spend one whole day out of each week, standing over a tub of steaming suds, rubbing like mad on the washboard. To say nothing of the labors of house cleaning. But, “thank goodness!” times have changed since grandmother was a girl. Fels-Naptha has relieved the world of the hard rub and scrub; of the steaming suds. It washes clothes white as snow in cool or lukewarm water, in one-half the time and with one-tenth the effort of the old-fashioned way. That is why so' many housewives of today are retaining their soft, white and shapely hands; their fine nails and their clear, girbsh complexion. Follow the directions on the red arid green wrapper. Use any time of year. You can look at the bees if you want to take a chanst, sed the farmer, out 1 can’t see for the life of me what dif fems it maiks how the bees look. a» long as you like the honey, t urn on & ' look at them if you want to. You bet I want to, sed Pa. i have lived among bees too long to git stung., in a bizness deal. j I ain't going to sting you.'-btff thgl tiers miti . sed the old man. So then 1 lie t. ok Pa oaver to one of the hives, ■ A I slaved rite whare I was. All I want to I<> ik at is one of them,, , sed Pa. Thare is one on the outside of thel hive now, sed th- old firmer. Pick' him up A look him over. So Pa picked up tile bee & beegan. to look into tin- bee’s eyes to see if th. bee looked honest A strate. I doant kno ii the bee looked at Pa In the eyes or not. but I know it ’ stung him on the nose. BITING SARCASM. N' lghbor ar :i' v.r\ well v. hen it’s' a question of your doing them a good turn; hut when i. comes to a question! of them iv biing you, it’s a very differ-i "tit tiling. jeSH When Mr. Smith’s house caught flrel tile first thing he did was to rush out, to seil, help from his nelT'’bors. Al-; i ready there wi-rc t u upon the scene. ,’S "I sin ." lie cried anxiously to one of them, "will you rush to the corner and i give the alarm'."' "Awf;:!!j 5,.: ...” .. s th. r ply, “my leg's v< y bad. Can't move.” "Weil, look it. ," said S dth to ‘h* othi r. "Would ou mind running to the > corne. and outing ‘Fire!’ whilst I • get a few tilings out of the house?” "Sore, also." canii the responses! ’ "I'm : offering from frightful sot 9 • throat, c.uld'.'t make any roise if ’ t tried all night." 91 “Oh." said Smith. "I ni -or y mysc9| I that you can't help me." Then he ndl’a I ed. wit , biting sircasn: "Suppose I go and fi tcli out .-asy chairs and enjlS the blaze?" '|