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THE OEOBGIAN’S MAGAZINE, PAGE BROADWAY JONES Based on George M. Cohens P/ay Ao w Running tn New York A Thrilling Story of "The Great White Way," By BERTRAND BABCOCK. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. The other walked to the window and looked out In the street A “harp fea tured man was ringing repeatedly the doorbell of a' house opposite Each time that the servant appeared she seemed to shake her head and to be telling him that the person he sought wasn't at home. And just as persistently the man returner! to his ringing Tills for a mo ment broke the mood of Broadway Jones. That man was a creditor, or worse still, the employee of some “rough house col lection agency " That same thing would happen to him. Broadway Jones. His doorbell, even if he should retreat to a furnished room house, would be rung like that, lie turned hack to Wallace. “If it wasn't for all those debts all those bills I owe,” he said. “You don't know the exact amount? Tou haven't added them up?" asked Wal lace. "Why, I—haven't had time. I've been too busy." “Doing what?” came from Bob sardonf rally; then, as the other begged off from i “arty third degree, as he was still nerv ous from the night before." Bob added: “Where are the bills? I'll go over thorn." Broadway was only too glad to have him do so. and he showed Wallace where they were in his desk In the adjoining room He left his friend gasping at the totals of some of them, while lie himself ■went to the telephone In the room they had been occupying A fervor of econo my was upon him. He would discharge the cook, he would discharge the butler. But, first of all, he. must find out what the dinner of the night before bad cost. He got Speary’s on the phone, and the head cashier at once. It would bo looked up for him immediately, the cashier as sured him, if he would hold the wire. Broadway put the Instrument down on the table while he stood waiting. Ban kin entered quietly. In his sudden de sire to economize. Jackson turned to him I abruptly. I “Rankin, you'd better look around for a ! Jtew Job." The butler's face fell abruptly. "Pick ings" had been good with him in the ex travagant household financed by the i spendthrift. READY FOR ANYTHING. "Hasn’t my services been satisfactory?" Fafikin faltered out. “Oh, yes; but 1 expect to do a lot of traveling." returned Jackson. "I expect to locate in Japan, and I've got to have some one who understands the language." From deepest despair, the face of the butler changed instantly to delight and hope. "I speak Japanese very well, sir." be said. "I was in service with two of them for more than five years, ami in case you are thinking of China. I'm also A'-.Utia moment the telephone bell rang, sparing Broadway the necessity of an swering bis‘butler. He put the receiver to his ear. “What's that?" said he. "Yes —what's that again? What? Twenty-three hun dred _gnd twenty-three dollars. The what? The vintage? What vintage? Is that so? —Oh, not at all; It would be all the same to me If you said twenty-three thousand. Yes: thanks. Good-bye.” AVOID IMPURE MILK for Infants and invalids Get HORLICK’S It means the Original and Genuine MALTED MILK "(Mcx Th* Food-Drink for all Ages Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. For infants, invalids and growing children. Purenutrition.upbuilding the whole body. Invigorates nursing mothers and the aged. More healthful than tea or coffee. Take ne substitute. Ask for HORLICK’S HORLICK.’ S Contains Pure Milk JELLICO LUMP $4.75 PIEDMONT GOAL GO. Both Phones M. 3648 SUPERIOR SERVICE via NEW ORLEANS to Louisiana, Texas. Old and New Mexico, Arizona and California Winter Tourist Excursion Fares On Sale Daily November Ist to April 30th, 1913. Liberal Stopovers. Final Limit May 30, 1913. Four Daily Trains for Houston and North Texas Points. Two Daily Through Trains to California Leave NEW ORLEANS 11:30 a. m„ and 11:45 p. m. Through Standard and Tourist Sleeping Cars. Electric Block Signals. Oil Burning Locomotives. Call or write for full particulars. 0 P BARTLETT, Genl Agt. RO. BEAN. TP A 1901 First Avenue, 121 Peachtree Street, Birmingham, Ala. Atlanta. Ga. . Jackson put up the receiver ami for a moment stumbled blindly’ about the room. The result of his folly of the night before was not confined to his engagement to the elderly Mrs. Gerard alone. "Tw<nty-three. twenty-three—and the butler speaks Japanese," he mumbled to himself "I can't win a bet." His eye caught the exposed leaf of bls desk diary. And It's the thirteenth of the month, too 111 never forget this day.” I'or the first time since be had learned that his dinner of the night before had added Just $2,323 to his indebtedness to the world, he became conscious of the fact tliat Rankin was still in the room, watch ing him In a sort of dumb wonder Broad way pulled himself together. "You pay the chief a month's salary and let him go," he directed to the butler. "Tell him 1 don’t like his cooking any more." "Shall I engage a new man, sir?” asked Rankin. Jones' answer was Intended to bo de cisive an to both the butler and the cook. "No, I won't need any," lie said. "Didn't I Just tell you that I expected to locate in Egypt?" Rankin smiled again. But us he was determined this time io leave his master no loophole of escape lie took care to walk toward the door as lie answered: I.gyptl Oh, what a delightful coun try. sir I lived there for two years. mi boos service to you. I'm sure, on the en tire trip. I'll tell the chef, sir." But Jackson had forgotten the butler long before he had passed through Hie door. "Twenty-three twenty-three," mut tered Broadway, as he opened the door Os the room in which Wallace was deep in a mass of bills, with rumpled hair, try ing to add the many small Items that made up the large whole. Wallace looked up with a frown as Jones stood on the rug before the door. Broadway hastened to give his information. "When you get that total, Bob," he said, "just add twenty-three hundred ami twenty-three dollars to it.” *- "What’s that for?” Wallace asked sharply. "Vintage whatever that is," said Jackson In a dry tone. A scries of bitter reflections from Wal lace on a combination of $2,32.1 worth of "vintage” with a spendthrift and an el derly widow had driven Broadway from the room where Bob sat at the desk. He was walking uneasily up and down in his "drawing room' he called it that be cause of sundry operations with works performed there -when Rankin entered with the card of a visitor who much de sired to see Jackson. The name Peter Pembroke told him nothing, hut as Ran kin was quite positive that Pembroke was a man of some Importance Broadway di rected that he be shown in. A moment later a florid man witli white hair, carefully dressed in a well-fitting morning suit and carrying the latest thing in English headwear, strode briskly in. "AJi. .Mr. Jones, I’m Mr. Pembroke," he skid, and then waited, ns though he, ex pected that tiie mere name would produce an effect. He seemed slightly disap pointed when Jones merely said: "Sit right down, Mr. Pembroke. Make yourself right at home.” The elderly, though keen-faced and alert, man took a chair. "Os course you expected me." he re sumed with a return of his air of expecta tion. Broadway’ felt a sudden tug of fear at : his heart. Perhaps this might be the first I of his creditors to run him. "Expected you?" repeated Jackson dully, while he waited for the other to produce a bill or a court order. But his caller did nothing of Hie sort. His manner was still easy and friendly. He resumed: "Why, yes Didn't Mr. Spotswood wire you that I'd call?" Then, as he saw that the name did not awaken any mem ory in Jackson, he added: "Judge Spots wood, attorney at law, Jonesville, Conn." AN OLD FRIEND. Relieved to find that the man was ap parently not a creditor, Jones exclaimed: “Oh. you mean old Judge Spotswood, of Jonesville! Sure, I know him. I know his whole family well. Why, he did not wire me.” Then he remembered the telegram which Rankin had brought to him, but which he had slipped into his pocket. He brought it out. "Now, what do you think of tliat? 1 forgot to open it.” Broadway had hardly begun to read the first words of the telegram when the other arrested his attention by saying in a warm tone: "You have my deepest sympathy, Mr. Jones. I knew your uncle well. A fine able man.” Continued In Next Issue. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought “Dress Simply If You Want to Look Young/* Says Pretty Juliette Day I l C 1 ss&****s A A mF >’ - fu 70 A f f W /'■ yZX, \ S. YxSßevF-' ' WK/ 31 \ w -■ bbbb r \\k\ ’ J r /A* ? IT — XX Z/' \ / — I By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. ■A T ISS JULIETTE DAY is a tiny _|_y I little person, with very large am tions. \\’e shall see her soon as Miss Plum Blossom in “The Yellow Jacket,” by Harry Beniimo. Now she is rehearsing day and night, but she manages to look well and very happy, despite her strenuous work. She is the sort of a little girl that is hound to be called cunning, or. worse still, cute. I know she abominates both adjectives, and is quite English in he. denunelation of them. Still, she is lit tle, so I asked her to give a word of advice to other girls who never can grow up, beyond four feet eight inches Jr live feet at the most. Miss Day has a vynning little face— dear me, there’s that wretched adjec tive again—and really big blue eyes. And this Is what she thinks about other little women: "The little woman has one advantage over the big one," said Miss Day, and as she sat in a big chair, her feet barely touched the ground. “Little women stay' younger longer than big women do. If a little woman Is elever, she need never lookgdd at all, provid ing she takes care of herself, and of course there isn't so much to take care of as there is of the six-footer, “I don’t believe 1 shall ever grow taller, though they saj you Mo go on growing until you are twenty-one. Still I rather think I shall be a "shorty” all my life, so I’ve had to study the ques tion seriously. Will Hide Her Light. "Here are some of the things I have decided on: "A little woman must never wear frocks that are overtrimmed. She can not afford to look like a fashionable 11l ■ Opium. Whiskey and Drug Hablta treated I mA Home or at Sanitarium. Book on subject JMBjFnw. PR. B. M. WOOLLBY, 24-N. Victor ■hKWMß Sanitarium. Atlanta, Georgia. CHiCHESTER SPILLS zHSuTk , T ’’E DIAMOND BRAND a * l-ndh-a! Ask your llruielit /\ •* ' U ' ***? *" old " «allic\O) A k " ,,wn,,i Best. Safest, Always Rellsble ! SOI 0 BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE j ' ITCHING PILES Every sufferer from itching piles should | res.l these words from H. S. Hood, of Bellaire. Mich , who was Cured by Tetterine I For sixteen years I had been a suf ferer from itching piles I got a box of Tetterine and less than half a box made a complete cure. Tetterine Kl'fa Instant relief to all skin diseases such iisecsenia. tetter, ringworm, ground Itch, etc. It has the right medici nal .luallties to get at the cause and to l< llrv.■ the off.-, I i■! it today Tetterine 50c at druggists or by mall. SHUPTRINE C 5., SAVANNAH. GA. t Advl ) MISS JULIETTE DAY, LEADING WOMAN WITH THE "YELLOW JACK ET” COMPANY. lamp shade, because if she does she w ill hide her light beneath it and be eclipsed. "She must never wear large patterns and wide stripes. “She must never wear too many col ors. for if she is pretty the jumble of colors detracts from her looks, and her face is too small to stand the rivalry of loud colors. “She must never wear big hats." A little face under a very big hat can’t be seen, in the first place, and the back view is apt to look ridiculous. It looks as if the big hat were running off with the girl. "She must never carry very large handbags or reticules-, and all her dress accessories must be in proportion to her size. "If she wants to look young she must dress simply, no matter what age she is. The little woman can afford to dress girlishly when she is past middle age. but when she is young she must not imitate the foolish customs or fash ions of the older women. "I see a great many girls who think because they are very little that they can use make-up on the street without its being detected. Even powder makes the face look older, and nothing is so Do You Know— Penny-in-the-slot milk is the latest development of the principle in Lon don. At Wood Green an enterprising milkman has an automatic machine | attached to his front door, and house wives are able to obtain their pints and half pints at the minimum of in convenience. The Abbe Mario Costa, an eccentric priest of Genoa, has just died while undergoing treatment at the sanita rium of Ambi, near Lugano. By acci dent it was discovered that his long black coat was lined with Italian bank notes to the value of s3,o(lii. l-'or 1911-12 the estimated naval ex penditure of Great Britain is 3220,392,- 500. that of the United States of America 3130.5H4.571, ami that of Ger many $1 141,031,788. out of the 20.000,(loo-odd acres which comprise Ireland, nearh <>ne-seventh are barren, being mountain, turf, bog or marsh. N< irh South \frican war medals Im unclaimed in two special stiong rooms in Woolwich dock yard. foolish as for a girl to think that a complexion is improved by a coat ot ■whitewash.’ "There is one great danger that be sets the little woman—the danger of giowing fat. Os all others, she can least afford it. for she will soon be as wide as she Is tall.” Miss Day is as slim as a willow wand or the twig of the plum blossom, so site'has nothing to fear for many years to come. But she assured me that she was already posted on the different ways of keeping thin, and will begin the moment she thinks it necessary. “There are a good many disadvan tages to being little,” said Miss Day, "and one of them is that you always need a footstool." Here she swung her feet to show that she could not reach the floor. "You don't know how uncomfortable this position is, and we small women often suffer agony because we can’t touch our feet to the ground, and chairs are so high. "Then there’s another thing. No matter how pretty a little woman is. she is really lost in the crowd, and is less noticed than the tall girls of five feet six and up. "If you are short, the best thing to do is to realize it and suit yourself and your ways and clothes to your height. "Don’t swagger around and make long steps and swing your arms, or try to be mannish: it’s perfectly ridiculous, and everybody is bound to think so. though they may call it 'smart’ for a while. "The little woman can ‘lounge.’ but she can not ‘sprawl,’ and she has to make up her mind that heroic gestures and big motions of the body are not for her. “She can not whirl her arms about, and even when she is ’suffragetting' from the tail of a ca.-t. or upon a soap box, she gets more attention —results— if she remains perfectly quiet, using no gestures at all.” Is your husband cross? An irritable, fault-finding disposition is often due to a disordered stomach. A man with good digestion is nearly always good natured. A great many have been per manently cured of stomach trouble by taking Chamberlain’s Tablets. For sale by all dealers. (Advt.) Seaboard Establishes New Sleeping Car Line Be tween Atlanta and Ports mouth-Norfolk. Effective Sunday, November 3, Sea board Air Line Railway established a new sleeping car line on trains Nos. 38 and 41 between Atlanta and Norfolk and Portsmouth, Va. This sleeper leaves Atlanta on the 8:55 p. m. train, and returning, arrives At lanta on the 6:10 a. m. train. This is an additional-sleeper for those trains and besides furnishing through sleeping ear service for the comfort of passengers between Atlanta and Nor folk. it Increases the facilities for tak ing care of passengers desiring sleeping ear accommodations, traveling between Atlanta and points In North and South Carolina. WASHINGTON AND RE TURN $19.35. SOUTHERN RAILWAY. On sale November 8 14. Re turn limit December 1. :: Lillie’s Smiles :: By Beatrice Fairfax “Fair Lillie’s smiles were full of wiles. And won my heart completely. I lazied in the sunshine Os her friendship given sweetly. But when she found ’twas time I had To spend, instead of money, The contents of my cup of joy Were changed from honey. Though once my wrr had made a hit And roused her girlish glee. Her mirth refused to be enthused, She laughed not with, but at me ” THOMAS F.” the author of this unhappy little poem, adds a postscript in which he sug gests that his sad experience has un doubtedly been the experience of other poor but honest chaps. Also that “though capable of sitting up alone with his dead,” he wishes for the sake of other men that this little "obituary to his love for Lillian” be published. The request of poor Thomas is grant ed in the hope that its publication will do more than warn other men against Lillies: That it may make him realize when he sees the poem in black and white what a very poor poet he is. With this realization may come the more important one: That he has been wasting his time. He wasted valuable time in making love when he had no financial re sources; he wasted more time in writ ing a poam about it. Now tliat lie has had the experience of having “lazied in the sunshine of her friendship,” and knows the bitterness of being laughed at, instead of with, he should put the incident out of mind and go to work. He may resent this, and claim he is working now. I have his own poem to prove that he isn’t, for “when she found 'twas time I had to spend, instead of money,” tells a tale of idleness; of love making when one should be at work, of lazying in the sunshine, of a girl's friendship when one should be working in the sunshine sent from above. No wonder she laughed at. instead of with him. Everj’ girl should laugh at the man who doesn’t make effort to turn his time into money. And the laugh should have enough of contempt in it to waken the manhood in him, and send him hustling. He says he is capable of sitting up — f—• HMM drudge 7 Anty Drudge as a Teacher. Anty Drudge— ‘ ‘There is a sum that is as true as 2+2=4. ’* Mrs. Save,work “But you have forgotten to subtract several things, professor.” Anty D> udge— I know, my dear. When you use Fels-Naptha soap you can subtract hot fires, hard rubbing, yellow-white clothes, steam-soaked homes on Mondays, sickness resulting from hot water wash ing and many other disagreeable things.” our clothes —your health —your strength so much depends upon the soap you use, that you can’t be too careful in choosing. If you do the wash in the old-fashioned vaj with soaps that require boiling water and much hard rubbing, you can’t blame the clothes for wearing out so quickly. And it s natural that the exertion should tax your strength and that the steaming soapy suds should kt stuff up” your head and ruin your skin. But l els-Naptha requires no boiling water, no hard rubbing. And it nothing harmful to the finest faeries. It is the one soap that will make your clothes look best and wear longest, and that will get you through a whole day’s wash before noon. Pels-Naptha is a wonder-worker at housecleaning maxes the floors white and brightens up the paints. hollow the directions on the red and g rccn wrapper. Use any time of year. alone with his own dead. If he can do that all through Nfe he will show a spirit of courage, of unselfishness, and of self-reliance that few nten display. The world is full of women who "sit u alone with their own dead” and make no moan, and no one knows it, but it is the natural tendency of a man to call attention to his woe and demand that the world pause while it gazes witli soj. ernn eyes at his sorrow. Thomas is letting a little Incident make him morbid. He has no dead to sit up with beyond the dead that exist in such moments of poetic frenzy as he is experiencing. But he has the living to deal with, and life to face. And that life will never amount to much if he is content with having more time to spend than money, and sitting around writing poor poetry about it. THE POINT OF VIEW. The editor was glad—yea, very g$ S A. And he showed it. His countenance glowed with generous gleams of glad ness, and from his throbbing throat poured peans of praise. The somnolent staff (Cries of "No! No!”) startled out of its slumbers, huddled itself in a corner and anx iously hazarded reasons for the strange behavior of its chief. The office cat sprang from its couch of mildewed manuscripts and bristled bravely. Ami a bloated bluebottle, suddenly ceasing to buzz, fell with a fatal flop on the junior sub-editor. Joy and consternation! But where fore joy? Why consternation? Where fore doth the mighty man rejoice at heart? He lias just devoured the following paragraph: "We learn from our foreign corre spondent that Mr. O’MacPunn and Mr. A. de Virse, the famous poets and hu morists, have been captured by brig ands in the Balkans. A $20,000 ran som is demanded and should this not be forthcoming the chief of the gang —the notorious Boilinoilo—threatens the usual alternative. Up to date the ransom has not been paid, and the out look is regarded as very black.” And this is the cause of the editor's gladness—and, from an editorial point of view, his gladness is justified!