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THE OrEO ROLAN’S MAGAZINE, PAGE
“Initials Only By Anna Katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
.Convright, 1»1L Street & Smith.)
(CopyrW 1911, by Dodd. Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
xvin. then, with the memory of this
exultant hour to fend off all shadows, did
,-. midnight And him in his solitary
.~, gar in the moonlit woods, a deeply
figure again. Beside him,
sK ~ g the huge machine which repre
.enif.i a life of power and luxury; but he
, n ger saw it. It called to him with
.. vn v a creak and quiet snap—sounds to
.tart his blood and fire his eye a week—
nay. a day ago. But he was deaf to this
now: the call went unheeded; the
;1V had no further meaning for him,
11.1 ho know or think whether he sat
n light or in darkness; whether the woods
w ,. r e silent about him, or panting with
, if ,‘ and sound. His demon had gripped
again and the final battle was on.
There would never be another. Mighty
ne felt himself to be, there were limits
t" his capacity for endurance. He
’uld sustain no further conflict. How
, Pll would it end? He never had a doubt
i,Opself! Yet he sat there.
Around him in the forest, the night
screeched and innumerable small
o.mgs without a name, skurried from lair
t.i lair.
|(c heard them not.
Above, the moon rode, flecking the
est shadows with the silver from her
half-oirned urn. but none of the soft and
healing drops fell upon him. Nature was
n ..'longer a goddess, but an avenger; light
, revealer, not a solace. Darkness the
boon
\oi hid time a meaning. From early
to early morn he sat there and knew
r. t it were one hour or twelve. Earth
VI, his no longer. He roused, when the
. i made everything light about him, but
, , ,;i,j n .,t think about it. He rose, but
i conscious that be rose. He un-
, i , .i the door and stepped out into the
. bat he could never remember doing
He only knew later that he had
i. .i: n the woods and now was in his
, It the hotel; all the rest was phan
t smagoria. agony and defeat.
: . iiad crossed the Rubicon of this
v.i !.: s hopes and fears, but he had been
.., oil-clous of the passage.
The Avenger.
> ( r Mr. Challoner: With every apol-
. . for the intrusion, may I request a
minutes of private conversation with
: uis evening at 7 o’clock? Let it be
your own room. Yours truly,
"ORLANDO BROTHERSON.”
,\h Chailoner had been called upon to
; Hmany difficult and beartrending du
ties since the blow which had desolated
Ills home fell upon him.
But from none of them had he shrunk
as he did from the interview thus de
manded. He had supposed himself rid of
tiiis man He had dismissed him from his
’ife when he had dismissed Sweetwater.
Ills face, accordingly, wore anything but
a propitiatory look when, promptly at the
linur of 7. Orlando Brotherson entered his
apartments.
Ili.< pleasure or bls displeasure was,
' -iwever. a matter of small pionsequence
1., his self-invited visitor. Ho had come
there with a set purpose, and nothing in
leaven or earth could deter him from it
now. Declining the offer of a seat, w’ith
the slightest of acknowledgments in the
way of a bow. he took a careful survey
, f the room before saying:
‘Are we alone. Mr. ChaUoner. or is that
man Sweetwater lurking somewhere with
in hearing?”
"Mr. Sweetwater is gone, as I had the
honor of telling you yesterday,” was the
niK what stiff reply. “There are no wit
nesses to this conference. If tjiat is what
you wish to know.”
Thank you, but you will pardon my
in stence if I request the privilege of
A DOLLAR
A YEAR
Is All Mrs. Campbell Needs
to Keep in Good Health
Now, According to
Her Own State
ment.
•'torn, Ark.—ln a letter from this
Blaer Mrs. Anna Campbell says: ‘’Seven
•ears ago i y ap j n a critical condition —
'' as ' so weak that I could not get out of
for four weeks. I was advised to
lr ' Cardui, the woman’s tonic, and I
’’ought a bottle.
Before I had taken two-thirds of it,
- not only able to be up, but could
do my work.
times now I have headache, back-
” and weak trembling spells, but it
r ‘“ , n't take but three or four doses of
‘ <ndui to straighten me out ready for
work.
’ have been using Cardui for It
“ars, hut it only takes one bottle a
ear for me now. and I don’t take any
’'her kind of medicine.
1 am also giving it to my daughter,
"nd it Is doing her all the good in the
world.
would not be without Cardui in
*tly home.”
1 his letter, picked at random from
" Ale of many similar ones, should
‘-rtalnly convince you that Cardui fa.
least, entitled to a fair trial, If you
■'iffer from any of the ailments »o com
to women, or merely need a tonic
" r that tired, nervous, worn-out foel
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r 't over half a centurv It will help
you, too.
Try Cardui
' Write to: l.adies* Advisory Dept ,
Rt‘ Medicine Co.. Chattanooga.
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closing that door.” He pointed to the one.
communicating with the bed room. "The
information I have to give you is not such
as I am willing to have shared, at least
for the present.”
"You may close the door.” said Mr.
Chailoner, coldly. "But is it necessary
for you to give me the information you
mention tonight? If it is of such a na
ture that you can not afford me the priv
ilege of sharing it as yet with others, why
not spare me until you can? I have gone
through much, Mr. Brotherson.”
"You have,” came In steady assent as
the man thus addressed stepped to the
door he had indicated and quietly closed
It. "But,” he continued, as he crossed
back to his former position, "would it be
easier fcr you to go through the night
now in anticipation of what I have to
reveal than to hear it at once from my
lips while I am in teh mood to speak?"
The answer was slow in coming. The
courage which had upheld this rapidly
aging man through so many' trying in
terviews seemed inadequate for the test
put so cruelly upon it. He faltered and
sank heavily into a chair, while the stern
man watching him gave no signs of re
sponsive sympathy or even interest, only
a patient and icy-tempered resolve.
"I can not live In uncertainty;” such
were finally Mr. Challoner’s words. "What
you have to say concerns Edith?” The
pause he made was infinitesimal in length,
but it was long enough for a quick dis
claimer. But no such disclaimer came.
"I will hear it,” came in reluctant finish.
Mr. Brotherson took a step forward.
His manner was as cold as the heart
which iay like a stone in his bosom.
"Will you pardon me if I ask you to
rise?" said he. "I have my weaknesses
too.” (He gave no sign of them). "1
can not speak down from such a height
to the man I am bound to hurt."
As if answering to the constrain of a
will quite outside his own, Mr. Chal
loner rose. Their heads were now more
nearly on a level and Mr. Brotherson's
voice remained low, as he proceeded, with
quiet intensity:
"There lias been a time—and it may
exist yet, God knows!—when you thought
me In some unknown and secret way the
murderer of your daughter. I do not
quarrel with the suspicion; it was justi
fied, Mr. Challoner. 1 did kill your daugh
ter. and with this hand! I can no longer
deny it.”
The wretched father swayed, following
the gesture of the hand thus held out;
but he did not fall, nor did a sound leave
his lips.
Brotherson went coldly on:
"1 did it because I regarded her treat
ment of my suit as Insolent. I have no
mercy for any such display of intol
erance on the part of the rich and the
fortunate. 1 bated her for it; I hated her
class, herself and all she stood for. To
strike the dealer of such a hurt I felt
to be my right. Though a man of
small beginnings and of a stock which
such as you call common, I have a pride
which few of your blood can equal. I
could not work, or sleep or eat with such
a sting In my breast as she had planted
there. To rid myself of it, 1 determined
to kill her. and I did. How? Oh, that
was easy, though it has proved a great
stumbling block to the detectives; as I
knew it would! I shot her—but not with
an ordinary bullet. My charge was a
small Icicle made deliberately for the
purpose. It had strength enough to pene
trate. but it left no trace behind it. ‘A
bullet of ice for a heart of ice,’ I had said
in the torment of my rage. But the word
was without knowledge, Mr. Challoner. I
see it now; I have seen it for two whole
weeks. 1 did not misjudge her condemna
tion of me, but I misjudged its cause.
It was not to the comparatively poor,
comparatively obscure man she sought to
show contempt, but to the brother of
Oswald whose claims she saw insulted.
A woman I should have respected, not
killed. A woman of no pride of station;
a woman who loved a man not only of my
own class, but of my own blood —a wom
an. to avenge whose unmerited death I
stand here before you a self-condemned
criminal. That is but justice, Mr. Chal
loner. That is the way I look at things.
Though no sentimentalist; and dead to
all beliefs save the eternal truths of
science, I have that In me which will not
! let me profit, now that I know myself
I unworthy, by the great success 1 have
earned. Hence this confession, Mr. Chal
loner. It has not come easily, nor do
I shut my eyes in the . least to the
results which must follow. But I can
not do differently. Tomorrow, you may
telegraph to New York. Till then I de
sire to be left undisturbed. I have many
things to dispose of in the interim.”
Mr. Challoner. very w’hite by now,
pointed to the door before he sank again
into his chair. Brotherson took it for
dismissal and stepped slowfly back. Then
their eyes met again and Mr. Challoner
spoke his first word:
“There was another—a poor woman—
she died suddenly—and her wound was
not unlike that inflicted upon Edith. Did
you—”
“I did.” The answer came without a
tremor. "You may say and so may
others that I was less justified in this at
tack than in the other: but I do not see
it that was’. A theory does not always
work in practice. I wished to test the
unusual means I contemplated, and the
woman I saw before rne across the court
was hard-W’orklng and with nothing in
life to look forward to, so—”
A cry of bitter execration from Mr.
Challoner cut him short. Turning with a
shrug lie was about to lift hjs hand to
the door, when lie gave a violent start
and fell hastily back before a quickly en
tering figure of such passion and fury as
neither of these men had ever seen be
fore.
It was Oswald! Oswald, the kindly!
Oswald, the lover of men and the adorer
of women! Oswald, with the words of the
dastardly confession he had partly over
heard searing hot within his brain! Os
wald. raised In a moment from the de
sponding Invalid to a terrifying minis
trant of retributive justice.
Orlando could scarcely raise his hand
before the other’s was upon his throat.
"Murderer! doubly-dyed murderer of
Innocent women!” was hissed In the
strong man’s ears. "Not with the law
but with me you must reckon, and may
God in the spirit of my mother nerve my
arm!"
Desolate.
The struggle was fierce but momen
tary. Oswald with his weakened pow
ers could not long withstand the steady
exertion of Orlando’s giant strength, and
ere long sank away from the contest into
Mr. Challoner’s arms
"You should not have summoned the
shade of our mother to your aid," ob
served the other will: a smile, in which
the Iron) was lost in terrible pr» sage.
T was always her favorite.
Te Be Continued in Next Issue.
Beauty Is Woman's Greatest Gift Declares Miss Sally Fisher
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Miss Sally Fisher, Star of “The Woman Haters.’’
.By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
OW can you expect me to give
I I advice on health and beauty
when I am sick in bed, and
have a wretched and perfectly disfigui -
ing cold? I consider that utterly heart
less,” groaned Miss Sallie Fisher, from
the depths of her pillows.
She wasn’t the Sallie Fisher 1 expect
ed to see, for she was really and truly
ill. The sparkling animation and vi
vacity which is part of her fascinating
personality was subdued by a row of
medicine bottles, but, nevertheless, even
pain and suffering can not daunt the
* Up-to-Date Jokes * *
Miss Whitehat —Your cute little son
told me I was pretty.
Mrs. Blackhat—He did? I must take
him to an oculist.
A railway contractor recently adver
tised for 300 wooden sleepers. By re
turn of post lie received a letter from a
neighboring clergyman offering him the
whole of his congregation on reason
able terms.
Landlady—You believe in mustard
plasters, doctor?
M. D. —Rather! 1 always order them
for patients who call me out in the
middle of the night when there's noth
ing the matter with 'em.”
Some men were discussing the sud
dent death of a neighbor who had left
a rather helpless family.
“And the worst of it is,” said one
“that there isn't one of those boys that
has the head to fill his father’s shoes."
"What’s the gloaming. Uncle Tom?”
“Well, before a man’s married It is
the time to take a walk with the girl
he loves, but after he is married it is
the time he falls over rocking horses
and building blocks on the parlor
floor.”
"Learnt anything new at school.
Tommy?”
“Yes, grandpa. Teacher told us that
shoes are made from all kinds of
skins.”
"What about banana skins?”
“Oh, they ofteff make slippers.”
French Chauffeur (to deaf farmer on
a Devonshire road) —Can you tell me,
sate, vere. I get some of ze petrol?
Farmer (with his hand to his ear)
Hey?
French Chauffeur—Non, non. non!
Not ze hay; ze petrol. Zis eez a moto
car, not a horse.
“There’s a sad case,” said Mrs. Jones,
as she laid the paper on her knees an 1
wiped her spectacles. "A bride struck
dumb after leaving the altar, and by
last accounts she hadn't recovered her
speech.”
"It’s the way of the world, my dear,”
said old Mr. Jones, with a sigh. "It's
the way of the world. Some men have
all the luck."
Here is a rare specimen of business
humor, received the otfier day by a
London firm. It ran:
"Our cashier fell unconscious at hts
desk this morning. Up to this time. 4
p. m„ we have been unable to get a
word out of him except your names.
May we say to him, with a view to his
immediate recovery, that we have your
check, as we think that is what is on
his mind?”
The old lady from the country and
lier small son were driving to town,
when a huge motor car boro (loan upon
them. The horse was badlj fright <-n u
ami began to prune*, whereupon the obi
interviewer in search of information.
“1 was a Very plain child," said Miss
Fisher, with a reminiscent look of pain.
“But I have always longed for beauty
more than for anything else in the
world. I think that it is the greatest
gift that any woman can have, and it's
absolute ffub-dubb for a woman to say
that she doesn’t long for it.
"Beauty is essential to success and
happiness in every walk of life.”
"That depends, of course, on what
you consider beauty,” I interrupted.
"Well, of eouisq, wo can’t all expect
to look like Lillian Russell or Maxine
Elliott, who to me represent the two
opposite types of perfect beauty. But I
lady leaped down and waved wildly to
the chauffeur, screaming at the top of
her voice.
The chauffeur stopped the ear and
offered to help to get the horse quiet
again.
"That’s al! right.” said the boy. who
r> tnained comfortably in the carriage.
“I can manage the horse. You just lead
mother past ”
A painter was once asked by his little
son: “Father, what is a connoisseur?”
“Well, my son,” the father answered,
“did you notice that tall, white-haired
gentleman at the reception in my studio
yesterday?"
“The one with the fur-lfned overcoat,
father? Oh, yes, I noticed him.”
"Well, my son, he is a connoisseur.”
"But how do you know he’s a con
noisseur, father?"
“By his actions, my son."
"But, father, he acted like every one
else, didn’t he?"
"Certainly not. my boy—certainly
not! The others drank my wine, ate
my sandwiches, and took leave. But
he bought a picture."
“Yes," said Blobson. “when I got
home there they were—twins. I was
simply paralyzed. We’ve named one of
them Ann Eliza, but we’re up a tree
for a name for the other.”
“Why not call her Paralyzer?” sug
gested Blnks.
The man rushed excitedly into the
smoking compartment.
“A lady has fainted in the next car
riage! Has anybody got any whisky ?"
he asked.
Instantly half a dozen flasks were
thrust out to him. Taking the nearest
one. he turned the bottle up and took a
big drink: then, handing the flask back,
said:
"Thank you! It always did make me
feel ill to see a lady faint.”
GETTING MORE FOOD VALUE
FOR LESS MONEY.
When you consider the high food
value of Faust Spaghetti and the
delicious dishes it makes, the cost
seems ridiculously low. Don’t you
think you should serve it much
more often? It will mean a con
siderable saving in your house
hold expenses and a sure delight
to your family.
Faust Spaghetti is made from Amer
ican Durum wheat, by Americans, in a
clean American factory. We seal it up
in dust, dirt and damp-proof packages
to keep it clean and wholesome until it
reaches you Yom g ocer sells Fau-t
Spugh'tll in and Kic intckages
MAULI. BROS..
St. Louis, Mo.
think If you struggle hard enough for it
some degree of prettiness can be
achieved by the girl who determines
on it.
Some Advice.
"Here is where I’m going to give
some advice," Miss Fisher went on.
"Never let an ugly child realize its own
plainness. Nowadays so much can be
4pne to make people pretty, and it’s
such a heart-rending sensation to know
that one is plain, that every child
should be spared it.
"If a child has* any one feature that is
good she could be saved from utter
homeliness, and nowadays w'hen beauty
is so much a question of mind and will,
there is always a chance for the plain
girl.
"But Miss Fisher, how did you effect
that transformation in yourself?” I in
quired.
Miss Fisher beamed her enchanting
smile.
”1 just love compliments,” she said,
"even when I don’t believe them.”
But I insisted that the little girl who
had made "Dearie" famous all over the
country while she was sweet and at
tractive. could not lay claim to the
dashing beauty of the Sallie Fisher who
blings the “Womanhaters Club” to
their knees every, night at the Astor
theater.
I Love Beauty.
"If my looks have improved.” said
Miss Fisher, “it's because I love beauty
and desire ft so ardently. You can do a
great deal by study, you can improve
yourself physically by exercise, diet and
cave, but 1 think back of it all it is tbc
mind, the beauty loving spirit, the de
sire to improve in every way. to study,
to learn and accomplish something. All
tills shows in one’s face, because the
face is just the reflector of the soul, and
as you grow to think, and to care for
beautiful things, you naturally reflect
your constant thoughts.
“If she determines not to sink into
the slough of homeliness, or let others
push her into it, there Is always a
chance that she will grow into a pretty
girl, and if she can’t be really pretty she
can at least be an interesting one.”
As she had gained interest in her
subject, Miss Fisher’s naturally brilliant
color had come back into her cheeks.
Her bright eyes gleamed and, despite
the medicine bottles, she was her
healthy, vigorous self again, giving out
that sparkling vitality which is called
personal magnetism, and of which she
has a quite inexhaustible fund.
Do You Know—
Sixty-six railroad employees recently
sat down to a feast from one gigantic
watermelon at Fort Worth, Texas, and
all had their fill. The melon, one of
tlie largest ever raised in the United
States, weighed 140 pounds.
Living in the Isle of Wight is a fam
ily of three brothers and two sisters
who are all in receipt of the old age
pension, and whose combined ages total
387 years. The veteran of the family is
Mrs. Ann Harris, of Cowes, aged 84;
the “baby" of the family is Robert Butt,
of Niton, who has seen only 72 sum
mers.
Women who coinplain of domestic
servant dlfficultis may be thankful they
are not Bulgarians. Only extreme pov
erty will drive a Bulgarian into do
mstic service. As a rule, widows are
the only servants to be got, and they
will only become cooks or housemaids
if they may bring all their family with
them.
A new method of collecting back
debts has been resorted to by a Streat
liam butcher. He has a man with a
notice on his top hat telling the wide
world that he is a “debt collector." This
man is sent to dun those people whose
accounts are long overdue, and, natu
rally, the ladies of the households can
not hear the idea of the'whole street
witnessing the visits of a man who so
boldly advertises his object in life, and
so it has frequently happened that
money which might otherwise be lost
is collected.
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I had a severe caae of tetter on
both hands and I finally got helpless.
A 'eadlng physician knew of no euro,
i decided to give Tetterine a trial. To
my utter surprise and aatlsfactlon It
worked a speedy cure.
Use Tetterine
It cures eczema, tetter, erysipelas, itch
ing piles, ground itch and all skin mala
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Daysey May me and Her Folks
By Frances L. Garside
CONSOLING LYSANDER JOHN.
AFTER a man is married he doesn’t
get as much sympathy between
New Year’s and Christmas as an
unmarried man receives between
Christmas and New’ L'ear’s.
His wife doesn’t think he deserves
'any, and other women are afraid to ex
press any. Which is well, for every
wife's term of office is endangered when
her husband receives sympathy from
other women.
Lysander John Appleton doesn’t know’
what the tender grace of sympathy
means, from men or women. Which ex
plains why he felt mildly curious the
other morrflng when a friend met him
on the street, shook his hand warmly,
and, in a voice full of sympathy said,
"Brace up. old boy,” and passed on.
Lysander John scratched his head in
bewilderment as he watched his friend
out of sight. Why should he brace up?
What was wrong?
Reaching the office, he met another
friend, who grabbed his hand. "Lysan
der John." began this friend, “I ” but
his emotions overcame him. and lie
could say no more.
Lysander John worked all day with a
vague feeling of apprehension, which
was increased by the peculiar actions of
other friends he met when on his way
home at night.
Friends, who had hitherto given him
curi nods of greeting, clasped his hand
Advice to the
• Lovelorn
By Beatrice Fairfax.
WHY SHOULDN’T SHE?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am to be engaged very soon.
My lady friend attended an affair,
and as I do not care for dancing, I
arrived at 11:30 p. m. It was un
derstood that when I came she was
to sit with me the rest of the even
ing. A young man asked her to
dance, and, knowing that I would
ooject, she accepted.
CONSTANT READER.
The statement that you are to be en
gaged very soon doesn't constitute an
engagement by any means.
You had no right to object to an in
nocent dance. On the contrary, you
should be grateful that you had any of
her company at all. She made some
concessions in "sitting out” a dance
with you. Don’t be selfish and ask
more.
A COMMON WOE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
lam eighteen years old and am
in love with a young man three
years my senior. I met this young
man about one year ago. but did
not care for him as much then as I
do now. Six months ago he became
acquainted with a friend of mine
and has been calling on her since.
DOROTHY.
If Dorothy will re-read her letter to
me she will discover away to win back
her wandering lover.
She says ahe did not care for him
until he began calling on another. Hu
man hearts are much the same. Jeal
ousy stirred her love into life. Use the
same weapon and his love will awaken.
Don’t fret and mope. Laugh with
another tnan and the stray-away will
return.
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warmly. Some patted him on the back
and one put a protecting arm over hfe
shoulder, saying something about
"Poor old man!”
Another friend, holding Lysander
John’s hand, said, "I. too, have suffer
ed,” and walked hurriedly away with a
suspicious moisture in his eyes.
"What’s the matter?” asked Lysan
der John in the greatest anxiety. “Why
don’t some of you fellows tell me what’s
wrong?"
There were four in the group. All
were too much choked by emotion to
reply. All, they said, had suffered the
same way.
Lysander John broke away from their
hand-clasps and protecting arms, and
ran all the way home. Every possible
and impossible sorrow flashed through
his brain. His wife had eloped with
the chauffeur, Daysey Mayme had burn
ed down, Chauncey Devere had been
kidnaped, or, could it be, maybe the
whole family had been killed?
But when he entered the house, he
Understood All.
For there was his -wife, showing her
friends a seventy-flve-dollar hat. the
third she had bought this season!
YOUNG WIFE
SAVED FROM
JOSPITAL
Tells How Sick She Was And
What Saved Her From
An Operation.
Upper Sandusky, Ohio. ‘ ‘ Three years
ago I was married and went to house-
keeping. I was not
feeling well and
i could hardly drag
myself along. I had
such tired feelings,
my back ached, my
sides ached, I had
bladder trouble aw
fully bad, and I could
not eat or sleep. I had
headaches, too, and
became almost a ner
vous wreck. My doc-
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tor told me to go to a hospital. I did
not like that idea very well, so, when I
saw your advertisement in a paper, I
wrote to you for advice, and have done as
you told me. I have taken Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and
Liver Pills, and now I have my health.
“ If sick and ailing women would only
know enough to take your medicine, they
would get relief. ’’—Mrs. Benj. H.Stans-
BERY, Route 6, Box 18, Upper Sandusky,
Ohio.
If you have mysterious pains, irregu
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For thirty years Lydia E. Pinkham’s
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every one confidence.