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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 ’ng. f ardui has been helping weak women r 't over half a centurv It will help you, too. Try Cardui ' Write to: l.adies* Advisory Dept , Rt‘ Medicine Co.. Chattanooga. Special Instructions, and st 'ook. ’Home Treatment for Worn ' !•!:' i v. rap) ir. cb request ' Advertisement ) 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 Jr*** 4 I W’ . / U.U g / / 7/4 \ x ., / •'** A\ oHf / W I \\ / I| ■.-»WMbi w; ijljf It?* I*” ’l i 11 A KI \\ y jH \ 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. TETTER Tetterine cures tetter Read what Mrs. V. C. McQuiddy, Estill Springs, Tenn.i says: 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 dies. 50c at druggists er by mail. SHUPTRINE CO.. SAVANNAH. GA. (Advt.) WILTON JELLICO COAL $5.00 Per Ton The Jellico Goal Go. 82 Peachtree Street Both Phones 3663 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. Not made by a Trust, but by an independent Com» pany producing a better quality Baking Powder and selling it at a popular price, i lb. 20c.—X lb- ioc.—X ib. sc. Sold by all good Grocer*. Insist on having it. 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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! 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