Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, November 04, 1912, EXTRA, Image 5

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Newspaper Page TextTHE MAGAZINE PAGE ™s~«—~™~- „ , _ _ “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green .1 Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (CoDvright, 1911. Street &- Smith.) • Cop? Hght S 1911, by Dodd, Mead * Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. A gleam of Oswald’s spirit in Oswald's ence bright eye. would go far towards throttling one of those demons whose tal ons he had just released from his throat: Bii.i if Doris responded too, he would de terve his fate: if he did not succeed in gaining that mastery’ of himself which would make such hours as these but episodes n a life big with interest and potent with great emotions. Itlsing with a resolute air. lie made a bundle of his papers and. with them in 1 and. passed out of bis room and down 1 >• hotel stairs. A man stood directly in his way—as he made for the front door. It was Mr. • ’halloner. Courtesy demanded some show of re cognition. between them, and Brotherson van passing with his usual cold bow, wlmn a sudden impulse led him to pause and meet the other's eye. with the sar castic remark: Vou Lave exures. ed, or so I have been 1..1U, some surprise at my choice of mechaniciiui. A man of varied accom plishments Mr. Clialloner, but one for vimin I have no further use. If, there you ivLli to call off your watch-dog c..:i are at liberty to do so. I hardly think J:.- an be serviceable to either of ns much ]• nger." Tim elder gentleman hesitated, seeking p . sibly lor composure, and when he an swered it was not only without irony but with a certain forced respect: "Mr. Sweetwater has just left for New York. Mr. Brotherson. He will carry with 1 ini. no doubt, the full particulars of your g: at success." ' rlando bowed. this time with distin guished grace. Not a flicker or relief had . isiurbed the calm serenity of his aspect. Art when a moment later, he stepped among iiis shouting admirers in the street, i L- air and glance betrayed a bounding tot which another source must be i mnd than that of gratified pride. A chain lind slipped from his spirit, and t mg . lie people shrank a little, even • hile they cheered, it was rather from a«r of his bearing and the recognition of fiat sense of apartness which underlay Ids smile than from any reception of the man’s real nature or of the awesome purpose which at that moment exalted it. .Bin had thej known--what a silence would have settled upon these noisy streets; ii what tenor and soul-confusion would ■ ach man have slunk away from his fel lows into the quiet and solitude of his own Lome Brotherson himself was not without a sense of the incongruity underlying this ovation: for, as he slowly worked him self along, the brightness of his look be came dinned with a tinge of sarcasm which in its turn gave way to an expes sion of extreme melancholy—both quite unbefitting the hero of the. hour in the first flush of his new-born glory. Had be seen Dotis' youthful figure emerge for a moment from the vine-hung porch he wa; approaching, bringing with it some doubt of the reception awaiting him? i ossibly, for he made a stand before lie re-u-hed the house, and sent his followers l ack; after which he advanced with an miliurrying step, so that several minutes • lapsed before he finally drew up before -Mr. Scott's door and entered through the iow empty porch into his brother's sit t ing-ruum. . Me had meant to see Doris first, but his mind had changed. If all passed oft’ well between himself and Oswald, if he I mind his brother responsive and wide-aawke to the interests and ne cessities of the hour, he might fi.-ego his interview with her Hll he felt better prepared to meet it. For call it cowardice or simply a reasonable preeau any delay seemed preferable to him ’ii his present mood of discouragement, to at final casting of the die unon w’l.'iii hung SO many and such tremendous is- ? U f s '. It was the first moment of real halt ill his whole tumultuous life! Never, as daring experimentalist or agitator, had shrunk Horn danger seen or unseen or irom threat uttered or unuttered, as he shrank from this young girl's no; and something of the dread lie had felt lest he i-liould encounter her unaware in the ball ’■nd so be led on to speak when his own JUugnient bade him be silent, darkened features as he entered his brother's nesenee. Hut Oswald was stink in a bitter rtv-ry nis own. and took no need of there I'igiis of depress! m. 1? . the reaction fol lowing thee,- <!• • " uim o„ . g,, , exei lenient. • past had icai-i -rlc .J itself, and al) was ■l' oin in his once generous soul. This, | 'rlando had time to perceive, quick as ’o '-hange camo when his brother really realised who his visitdr wa-. Th, glud "rlandol" and i,,. v;<i ~, , hoI ■ r eive him. and his , Me,, qua vered a I ' he 0,1,1 i.ui ,i. packet with the "or ; I have C om c . to sb , JVI vou whal tbe "or ,i rays of my invention. We will soon gre.-u men." be emphasized, as Oswald "pened the letters. "Money has been of "red me and— rfradi read!" he urged. ’th an unconscious uictatoriulness. as ' 'swald paused in his task. “See what the fates have prepared for us: for you shall ' ’ re all my honors, as you will from this day share my work and enter into all my ' ’.t'eriments Can not you enthuse a llt ■; bit over it? D„„ m't the prospect con -in any allurement for you? Would you •’lter stay locked up in this pettv town- " les. or die. Don't look like that. •'Hando. It was a cowardly speech and I 'our ]ian on. I'm liar.llv tit to talk today. Edith " ' 'Hando fr.iv ~w | . e,i IBt nHn,e: •'« harshly interrupt ou must nut hamper your life with Z'J'T ""Mhories. Ten: dream of your.- ■■■ saerrd. but j- b, longs to the past. « great .. os you. When ' • hate full;, i (1 ~ur health, vrfur ""■ll manhood will rebel at a weakness '■worthy on, ~ur name. House your- • iswald. lake m count of our pros- Hive mt your bund and say. 'Life -■■lds something for me yet. [ have a pother who needs me if 1 do not need Together, we can prove ourselves ■ i )ie and wrench fame and fortune rn »m the work].’ ” a , H ’'.'. lhp hand he reached for did not rise " ' "mniand. though < iswald start' d t and faced him with manly oarm-st- ' > av< ■ . and -i'.'t. “h*duie I t.»uk upon niv.Mdf ' ” Id.. Iheae. i -.m broken 'i'll'- III' I n c,iam' must ■,- n ' - h **■ I i!I • .1 nr.,. ;fI i 1 1 ' < i • l»-li\ .i m me 1 should be a poor assistant to you—a dtag, rather than a help. Deeply as I de plore it. hard as it may be for one of your temperament to understand so complete ’ an °y ert^row ' I >' et must acknowledge my i condxtion and pray you not to count upon me in any plans you may form. I know how this looks—l know that as your brother and truest admirer. I should re spond. and respond strongly, to such over tures as these, but the motive for achieve ment is gone. She was my all: and while Plight work, it would be mechanically. ■ The lift, the elevating thought is gone." Orlando stood a moment studying his brother s lace; then be turned shortly and walked the length of the room, n hen he cante back, he took up his stand again directly before Oswald, and asked, i with a new note in his voice: Did you love Edith Chailoner so much ■ as that?" A glance from Oswald's eye, sadder than any tear. So that you can not be reconciled?" A gesture. Oswald’s words were always i few , Orlando’s frown deepened. . Such grief I partly understand," said he. “But time will cure it. Some dav another lovely face—" 'tie'll not talk of that, orlando." 1 I mt ifl ik of that." acquiesced ■ the inventor, walking away again, this time to the window". "For you there's but one uump.n and she’s a memory." "ivilled!" broke from his brother's lips, .slain by her own hand under an Impulse ' <>i wildness and terror! (’an I ever forget . that? Do not expect it. Orlandu.” 'Then you do blame me?” Orlando turned and was looking full at Oswald. ”1 blame your unreasonableness and ’ your overweening pride." Orlondo stood a moment, then moved toward the door. The heaviness of his . step smote upon Oswald’s ear and caused t him to exclaim: l-orgive me, <>rlando." But the other cur him short with an imperative: “’lhaiiks for jour candor! If her spirit ( is destined to stand like an immovable shadow between you and me. you do rignt I to warn me. But this interview must end all allusion to the subject. I will seek , and find another man to share my fur , turns; <as he said this he approached suddenly, and took his papers from the ■ other s hand) or—” Here he hastily re t traced his steps to the door which he ! softly opened. ‘‘Or.’’ he repeated- But though Oswald listened for the rest, it . did not come. While he waited, the other » had given him one deeply concentrated . look and passed out. No heartfelt understanding was possible t between these twu men. (’•‘oss.ng the hal). Orlando knocked at I the door <»f Doris' little sitting room. No answer, yet she was there. He ? knew it in every throbbing fibre of his body. She was there a al quite aware of his presence; of this he felt sure; yet she . did not bid him enter. Should he knock again.’ Nover! but he would not quit the threshold, not if she kept him waiting there for ’..ours. Perhaps she realized th.is. Perhaps she bad meant to open the uoor to him from the very first, w’hu can tell What avails is that she did ulti mately open it. and he, meeting her soft . * eye. w ished from his very heart that his I impulse had led him another way, even ' i if that way had been to the edge of the , I precipice—and over. » i For the face he looked upon was se : ! rene, ami there was no serenity in him; i I rather a confusion of unloosed passions fearful of barrier and yearning tumuliu ( ously for freedom. But, whatever his re f I volt, the secret revolt which makes rm . | show in look or movement, he kepi his ; ground and forced a smile of greeting. ; If her fa<-e was quiet, it was also lovely- I too lovely, he felt, for a man to leave it. whatever might come of his lingering. I Nothing in all his life ha<i ever affected him like it. For him there was no fit her t I woman in du- past, the present or the fu ture. and. real r 'ing this- taking in to the • ! full what hei affection am! her trust might be to lim in those fearsome days ! to come, he > o dreaded a rebuff—he, who .•had been the courted of women and the i admired of men ever since he could re . , member that he failed to respond to her I wel< ome and ti e simple congratulations she felt forccu s o repeat. He could neither I j speak the com: jnj>!ace, nor listen to it. . ; This was his crucial hour. He must find . ■ support here, or yield hopelessly to the [ maelstrom in whose whirl he was caught. » ! She saw his excitement and faltered i i back a step-a move which she regretted t ■ the next minute, for be took advantage of [ ' it to enter and close behind him the door 5 ■ which she would never have shut of her 1 own accord. Then he spoke, abruptly, I passionately, but in those golden tones , i which no emotion could render other than I alluring: | *‘l am an unhappy man, Miss Scott. I ; see that my presence here is not welcome, j yet am sure that it would be so if it were i not for a prejudice which your generous ; Eatiire should be the first to cast aside. I lin face of the outspoken confidence of mj brother Osw’ald. Doris, little Doris. I love you. 1 have love<l you from the . : moment of our first meeting. Not to man.' men is it given to find his heart so . j late, an I when he does, it is for his whole i | life: no second passion can follow it. I i j know thai 1 am premature In saying this: ' that .vou are not prepared to hear such words from me and that it might be i ' wiser f'»r me to wlthhohl them, but I • | must leave Derby soon, and I can not Ii go until I know whether there is the : least hope that you will yet lend a light to my career or whether that career must burn itself to ashes at your feet. Oswald nay. hear me out Oswald lives iI in his memories: but I must have an active hope a tangible expectation- -if 1 am to be the man I was meant to be. j W ill you. then, coldly dismiss me, or will I you let u whole future life prove to you i the innocence of my past ? I will not has ; ton anything, all I ask is some tndul gen< • Time will do the rest." ■ •impossible." she murmured. ' Rut that wa« a word for which he had i oar. He saw that she was moved, un- . ♦ .xpictedJj so; that while her eye- v.an- < cr*'d restlessly at tin es toward the door. ■ I they ever camp back in girlish wonder, if I not fascination, to his face, emboldening i him >o that he ventured at lapt. to add: “Doris, little Doris. I will teach you a marvelous lesion, f you will only turn your daintj eai inj waj Love such as .nine carries infinite treasure with it. Will you have that treasure heaped, piled before your feet? Your lips say no. but your eyes the truest eyes i ever saw whisper a different language. The day will come when you will find your joy in ’he breast of him you are now afraid to truei." \nd m»t waiting for disclaimer or oven a glance of reproach from the ryes I had so w ilfullj misri ud, he with- I drew w ith n movement as abrupt a.s that ’ wit h w u < I h» had .lit. • on. T© Be Continued in Naxt Isaua 44 A Happy Marriage Is My Secret/* Says Ada Reeve in “Beauty Interview** J I ©MTrliiirlHßSSh**** Miss Ada Reeve, the charming English comedienne, now in vaudeville here as a B. F. Keith star. By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. HERE'S a great deal of Peter Pan I about Ada Reeve, the English singing comedienne who is just beginnig her tout of America at the Coloniai theater. Whil.- she was on the stage singing those rollicking songs "f hers, with a merry, gallant air, so whimsical and funny, she was so boyish, so very Pe ter Pannish, that it is easy enough to believe she is England's most cele brated leading boy in the Christinas pantomime. Now. the Christmas pantomime in England is just as much of a conven tion as Christmas pudding, and the girl wito plays the leading boy in the pan- Up-to-Date Jokes Visitor—l saw your husband in the crowd in town today. In fact, he was so close tiiat I could have touched him. Hostess—That’s strange. At home ho is so close that nobody can touch him. A purchaser of a riverside property asked the estate agent if the river didn't sometimes overflow its banks. "Wei!," replied he, "it isn't one of those sickly streams that are always confined to their beds.” Miss Passay—You may sneer at pet dogs, but they’re faithful, anyway. I'd rather kiss a good dog than some men." Mr. Sharpe—Weil, well, some men are born lucky. "Poor old Jones! He had a windfall List week." “A windfall'? Then Wtyy do you say ‘Poor Jones?’” "Well, you see. he's an aviator." Old Gent—-What do you wear specs for, boy? Bootblack—'Cos 1 puts such a shiny shine on gentlemen's boots that it hurts me eyes. Wife W at is mi ant. John, by the phrase, "c;’. r? ins: <mils to New castle?" Husband —It is a metaphor, my dear, showing the doing of something that is unnecessary. Wife—l don't exactly understand. Give me ait illustration -a familiar one. Husband —W "11. if 1 were to bring .vou home a book entitled "How to Talk.' that would be carrying coals to New castle. A youth, who thought that he had become very fond of a certain maiden, persistently begged her to accept his hand in marriage. Here is a bit of conversation between them which was snatched by an unintentional listener a few nights ago. "I assure you," he commenced, "thgt I will not take 'No' for an answer." "You need not take ‘No’ for an an swer," was her reply. "1 will answer Yes' on one condition only." He was all impatience to hear what the question was she wanted him to ask, and this was her gentle reply: "Just ask me if 1 atn firmly deter mined not Io marry you in any cir< um stanees." r FOR SALE —I —— Roofing Pitch, Coal Tar, IMMEDIATE Creosote, Road Binder, nri iwe-dv Metal Preservative Paints, DELIVERY Roofing Paint and Shingle Stain. II Atlanta Gas Ugiht Co. Ph«ne494s tomime is envied by liei professior:, adored by all tne children, and .occu pies, in a v.ay, th lole of high-muck a-niuck fairy o special nation saint of ail the Chri tnYis festivities. Miss Aca il eve is the great and par jt'cular Christmas Pantomime Leading Boy, and wherever she got s in England sh is known as Santa Claus. Junior. A Joyous Air. She carries with her of!' the stage :.s well as on. that air o| ioyousnets and gayety of tit" boy who neve would grow up. Her slight figure and humor ous ways, her funny jerk) little man nerisms. all make you think that she is Peter Pan or Santa f'laus. Junior, dressed up in vtry pretty lady's clothes, and doing a stunt in vaudeville as a infge joke. Behind the scene- Miss Reeve is just the same, a sympathetic personality with a keen and delicate sense of hu mor. She had just been singing to a large audience of women, and told me how glafl she was to be popular with her own sex. “I am always astonished at the Amer ican woman. at het extraordinary smartness,” said’ Miss Reeve. "But isn't she a bit extravagant now? The women over hete seem to think a great deal mo.e of clothes than we do in England; especially of all those little extra frills and novelties that cost so much and last so short a time. American Sentiment. “It s always interesting to a foreigner to test an American audience of wom en. and I'm always especially con cerned in finding what songs they real ly like. "The American audience, besides its keen sen.-e of humor, has a great deal of sentiment. And 1 am hoping some day to lie able to try sqme of my straight, almost classic, numbers, the old ballads—some of Tom Moore's old songs on them.” I u minded Miss Reeve that she must talk of health and beauty for the edifi cation of the public. She totally ignored the question of beauty, though she is a pretty and very fascinating woman, but there is no post about Miss Reeve, and she refuses to be castorTa For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Mature oi DON’T SCRATCH "P lv ltnew how quickly and eas ily let terine cures eczema, even where everything else fails, you wouldn't suffer and scratch. Tetterine Cures Eczema Read what Mrs. I'homas Thompson < larLsville, Ga.. says: I suffered fifteen years with tor menting eczema. Had the best doc tors, but nothing did me any good until I got Tetterine. It cured me. I am so thankful. Itlngwoi'* ground iw b it. hing piles Hnd <)tlu r tr<>ui*]ps \•< bl hr • »<?’ it today Tetteriiu*. 50c at druggists or by mail. SHUPTRiNE CO.. SAVANNAH, GA. < Vivi. > self-conscious or to he made to feel so. even for an interview. “Let tne see; what do I do that es pecially benefits my health besides working hard, in England I am out in the open air almost all the time; 1 have a motor ear there and never trav el by train We do not play Sundays'" Miss Reeve looked gratefully to heav en—“so when I am on a tour I can make the long jumps in my open ear, taking all of Sunday to do it. “Os course that would be impossible in America, where the distances are so great, and 1 know I am going to miss it, for I travel in the car without a top. wrapped up in furs in winter and in raincoats anil waterproof caps in bad weather." Good For the Voice. “Don't you find that harmful to your voice?" "No, on the vontrary, it seems to do me i great deal of good. I think there is no inedi' ine like fresh air, and noth ing so invigorating, in the summer time we live at a little place called Yarmouth, in the Isle of Wight, and there 1 have my garden: and then I 'nave a ijwim every day, which is the one sport I really enjoy." There is evidently no English actress in the world who does not adore a gar den, mil now i know why the English landscape is a succession of beautiful ly set-out and caretully-tended flower gardens; all the pretty actresses devote their time to this work in summer, witli Hie same regularity that they spend their winters in elevating the stage. But Miss Peter Pan Reeve was stili bending her thoughts on the health problem and continued: "I have one advantage over most women, for I am never allowed to wor ry over anything, and it's worry that i lakes people ill, isn’t It? "You see, 1 have the very best hubby In the world: he manages everything for me, and straightens out all wor ries that might fall to my lot. I think that is the secret of my success as well as my health." Almost a Shock. It came almost as a shock to think that Peter Pan was married, hut since she ha- the very best hubby in the world, both are to b ■ congratulated, ; nd evidently Mis. Reeve and Hie cei ■ •brated Dr. Arnolii’Lorrand are agieed that a happy marriage is Hie greatest possible promoter of good health and good looks. Just then the best of all hubbies came | in with a concoction of some sort, made of eggs and other soothing things, and warranted to chase away a bad i old. which the artist had caught in our most changeable climate; and so ended out talk. /) the \ \ \ ,4^. snow circles in \ \ \ M typhoons around \ \ 1 y ° Ur car anc * wfad \ln \ \ impcdes your speed with its \ Vl \ \ lIL/CzJ/ whistling, chilly cry—it is well \ \l / Bl to be Protected and comfortable or I ■ 11 / al y° u won’t enjoy the ride. ■ 11 U I The November Motor Magazine contains a really ■ 11 trT )VT I wonderful and enlightening article on what you ■ I can do to keep cozy. It doesn’t matter if you >1 I on the insidc or the outside, you can I warmastoast. ccp O M<SB)R I j uVAv U ... MAGAZINE . ' S I \ \\ e 'rh'" a a b re U new'h:nßs”in''fo S, t thin8 ‘ fOrg ' n "' n ' C< ’"’ sor '' I K ll V* ’\\ and ideas f °r the theatre b.^ arm H r t’ electric Waters, / / L A\ to keep the driving h h bus hmousine. How / Jf- / . . // //c MoToR ////-’ On Sale | \ * EverywhereM Ask Tour | Newsdealer * Little Bobbie’s Pa * By William F. Kirk PA brought a fine looking gentle man up to the house the other nite, the mrim of the man was Morgan. He is a actor. Ho must be a good actor, too, beekaus he has a fine •fc deep voice, that sounds kind of ernest like the butcher asking for his mutiny. While Mister Morgan was sitting in the front room Pa caiin out in the kitchen whare Ma was fixing his din ner & sod Wife. I want you to like this friend of mine that I have brought hoam. He is a swell fellow from Boston. & lie is differnt from sum of my other Boston trends. I doant care one way or the other about the Boston part of it, deerest. sed Ma to Pa. beekaus long years of dwelling with thee. Ma sed, have con vinced me that the good or bad quali ties of yure trends is not a matter of geografy. Will you be nice to him, deerest? sed Pa. I will treet him like a angel sed Ma. 1 will be all dlmpels & smiles. It isent his fault that he was With you. Doant be. too nice, sed Pa. beekaus he is a actor & he plays tn a show called the Siran, & he is likely to think you are a stage struck gurl. He gits lots of mash notes. Pa sed. But I can be like a siren without taking my <ien & paper in hand, sed Ma. 1 ain't a mash-noter. Pa beegan for to look kind of queer. Mister Mogan was a awful fine look ing fellow, & Pa isent tine looking, he is jest kind harted, when I grow up I am going to try to be fine looking & kind harted too. If I can only be one of the two I think I wud rather be fine looking, beekaus thare is a lot of kind harted peepul that wants to marry sum gurl thay luv & then the gurl says no. 1 am awfully glad to meet you. Mis ter Mogan, sed Ma wen Pa interduced her to his frend. He was'telling me how splendid ou were in yure part In it [BAKING powder is not a cheaply concocted bread preparation that simply raises the dough;— it is a scientifically compounded Bak ing Powder of recognized food value as well as the greatest leavening quality. Sold by all food Grocer*. Insist on havinf it. the play. I wish my husband OSH adopted the stage for a prerfe! * s?> Thare is sumthing so romantic i ( i it. the gainor of the foot-lites, pin use of the audience, the love the moonlite. But one is away from one’s hoam " so much, sed Mister Mogan. It is ‘ then, wen you are far from yure neer- ; eat & deerest. that one reelizes the emptiness & sadness of a actor’s life, s The words ring in my eers sumtimes, Away From Home. Away From Home. Away From Hoam. Thay ring in my eers & husband's eeis the way thay do in vures, aed Ma. JI) husband is a«aj from hoam & I am thare waiting. Doant you always tellefone yure wife i & tell her whare you are? Pa’s frend ( asked him. Sumtimes, sed Pa. Not often. That is ded wrong, sed Mister Mo- i gan. You can always git a tellefone f in five minnits. Newer fergit the lit-’fl tel woman at hoam. he sed to Pa. He is a fine man. sed Ma to Pa wen J Pa's frend was gone. PUT TO THE TEST. Fltzdaube has all tb« sensitiveness t«S[ color of the true artist, and doesn't i mind showing jt. His neighbors are really very" nice" people, but they have absolutely no ; taste, and Fitzdaube frequently criti-.l cises them very severely In the bosom? of his family. One morning little Ethellnda Fitz daube knocked loudly at the neigh bor's front door. "Show me the new rug in your draw ing room!” she said, with childish im- < perlousness. The good lady took her to ths room and Etheltnda planted herself in a chair and stared at the gaudy rug. She stared until her eyes watered, and still she spoke not. Her host was just beginning to won- , der what was the matter, when at last Ethelinda pronounced her verdict. "Well, it doesn't make me sick!” she declared, decisively.