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THEQEORQIAFCS MAGAZIME PAGE BROADWAY JONES Husedon George M. Cohan, Play A ow R unni „ g New Y „' rk h Thrilling Story of “The Great White Way." By BERTRAND BABCOCK. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Literafly Jackson took the advice and and did start on a run for the door, op .usite to the one through which he ex pected to see Mrs. Gerard enter any noment. He almost ran into Josie, who ust come through another door with her at and outer coat on. Jones stopped, his nads almost on his aiees as though he were a racer about , make as much of a rtylng start as pos mie. Where are you going, Mr. Jones?” the Jrl asked. "Anwyhere, any place,” returned Jack ron breathlessly. “Where are you go ing?” “It’s eleven thirty—l’m going -to lunch eon,” answered Josie. For a moment Broadway seemed to put his arm about her to flee to refuge. GETTING RID OF HER. "Come on, I'll go with you,” he said. • Let's go out this way. 1 love to walk rough the works.” Jackson took her arm and, to her sur prise, hurried her through the door. The desk of all the Jones seemed to have no terrors for Wallace. He seated himself at It and touched the buzzer. When Sammy appeared he ordered: "All right; show the lady in." Rankin moved uneasily, as he asked: "Hadn't 1 better go. sir.” "No, you stay here,” was Wallace’s answer. Trembling so that the plumes in her hat wavered slightly and with an appearance of having been projected by an Invisible force through space, Mrs. Gerard darted into the room. There were more and deeper lines upon her face, and it was ap parent that she had dressed herself hur riedly. Wallace, flrm as he usually was, and self-reliant, took care to entrench him self behind the desk. Then: "Why, Mrs. Gerard, what are you do ing here?” Words came from Mrs. Gerard's lips as a runner in a long race might have spoken pantingly to another. "I’m looking for Jar’tson- where is he?” she asked Wallace caught her hurried, breathless manner, and answered with the same quick jerk'ng out of words, as the best way to expedite her "He's on his way to the station. He's i going to make that 11:40 to New York." I Stil in her panting, whirling way, the rx-dlvlnlty of Broadway Jones asked: "He is? Do you think I can catch him?”, "You can if you" run all the way.” just ran all the way from the ho tel,” she said, and then rushed from the room. Quickly Wallace turned to the butler and ordered: "You follow her to that depot and get her on that train, even if you have to bind and gag her. Don’t leave her until you land her safely in New York. Un derstand?" "Yes, sir," said Rankin, and hurried out just as Judge Spotswood opened the floor from the main factory building ami ame in. A sudden burst of cheers fol lowed him. "What are they cheering for now?" r.sked Wallace. “Broadwaj F is making another speech," was the smiling answer. Both men went to the door and stood looking out. From the distant spaces of the big building came in the voice of Broadway Jones: "And, what is more, I never intended to ell. Why, think of what I'd be selling. The thing my grandfather worked for nd handed down to my father—the thing lie worked for and handed down to me— lie thing I should work for and band down to my children, and so on—and so Part IV. ENCOUNTERS THE MYSTERY OF A WOMAN. There was a light in every window of the old "Jones Manor” at the topmost elevation of "the hill,” and within the rooms, which had not been opened since he going abroad of Broadway's uncle, effected young and lively life. For, three weeks after the refusal of Broadway to go to the trust, he was giving his first inner party. His guests were the judge and his wife, Clara and Bob. of course, and Sammy and —Josie. The affair had been entirely the result f a sudden thought on the part of Broadway. The Grand hotel had reduced him to a loathing of food instead of an appetite, and he had felt that he could no onger Impose upon the hospitality of Vlrs. Spotswood, freely as it had been of fered. He had been with Josie upon a walk ate that afternoon, and the idea had sud denly occurred to him. as most of his fleas did. It would be a lark, the rather sedate girl had exclaimed, though she and Broadway both knew in their in ier souls that it would be something more. For Broadway had spent every moment f that three weeks that he decently ould, without neglecting his newly found business ambitions, with Josie. In this he had been favored by a chance meet ing on the outskirts of the village. Broadway had not been backward in sug'- nesting at the beginning of the three weeks period that Josie and he go on walks or other innocent village amuse merits, but the girl had excused herself ' -teadily with a multitude of small pre texts. She had to go to a “class meet ing,” or hte Girls’ Vacation club was ' meeting, or there was to be a gathering of the wives and children of some of < SfatectlfcuUety! »T FOUNTAINS. HOTELS. OR ELSEWHERE I Get the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK zf •> /• I zf/y X > £ rsi TJA J he Food Drink for AlL\ges ’ICH MILK. MALT CRAIN EXTRACT, IN POWDER 1 Not in any Milk Trust ; W* Insist on “HORLICK’S” Take • package h«?na« the employees. Broadway, It is true, did promptly agree to escort her, but he tO Se *’ in the ki ndliest man ner possible, that the girls or the moth ers, as the case might be, would not feel at their ease if they knew their employer was near. But fortune favored Broadway, as has >een said, and one day, in "the suburbs oiPlvi’^Y 1 aS he tern,ed the few . !n 8 huts of the village, he had met Josie with a basket on her arm. HER DISTANT ATTITUDE .. v "®!!’ wel1 ’ well -” he had exclaimed, you shall not escape me this time. What have you in this basket?" Josie smiled in that distant and yet sr uJ* 1 10"’ 0 " that hit<l come her since Broadway had settled the future of the town by declining to be absorbed by the trust. As Broadway noted that smile he for- K<>t about his inquiry. ~'' Oh ’, I „ T sav ’ Mlss Richards,” he ex claimed, I don't like that smile. It isn’t halt as becoming as the other—that one where you seem to be—er—willing to admit that a fellow's on earth. Perhaps he hasnt any right to be—but you know—” At her perfectly blank look, which was her only answer, real pain came into the face of Jackson. . su PP°se I don't amount to any thing.” he said slowly, "and that the meanest boy in the plant is really pro ducing more than I am. He's more of a factor of production than I am." "Production,” repeated Josie. "Where did ,on get those terms?” "Oh,” said Broadway, ingenuously, "I’ve been reading up on political economy.” He saw almost disbelief on the girl's mobile face. "Really, i have. It came to me that a man in charge of a big business, no matter how much of a fool he was. was reaily only a sort of agent of the people who work in it and an agent of the world in general. He's their ‘boss,’ but he's also their destiny. And I mean to make good both as a boss and a destiny. But I’m such a fool—l’m —sort of walking along in the dark.” BROADWAY PROGRESSES. Broadway turned and looked out over the landscape, a curious mist before his eyes. Then a wonderful thing happened. He distinctly felt a touch upon his arm, almost a earess of an intangible spirit—a tenderness that hovered in the air a moment over him and then disappeared— j and that manifested itself by a pressure upon his arm and then was gone. Had she touched his arm? Or was he dreaming? 1 But her hands seemingly had not left ■ i their place upon her basket. Her eyes . I were friendly ami there was a friendly I smile upon her lips—not the old smile— nor yet the distant one—but. one that might promise a future of some sort. No, she had not given that slight stroke, but her cheeks were pink. "You asked what was in my basket.’ the girl said. "Look.” She smiled again that friendly smile I and laid back the bit of shawl that had I covered the basket. Nestling in a bed of straw he saw—several dozen—eggs! They were plainly country eggs and barely from the nests of their origin. At any other I time Broadway Jones would have laughed : long and loud at this termination to that moment when the angel of tenderness seemed very near to him. But this Broad way did not. AN INHERITED MEMORY. The eggs affected him curiously. An inherited memory from his long line of countrymen ancestors awoke in him. Those eggs, freshly clean, seemed to him the spirit of the wholesome countryside. They seemed to arouse in him an appre ciation of the beauty and calm of lives where men and women were themselves — were as they seemed; where there was d votion, good faith, and that quality of prsonality t,hat considers nothing of human interest a matter of indifference. Broadway sighed. "If I were even a hen, I’d be doing something for my country," he said with a mingling of simplicity and the complex that delighted the girl. "I buy them from Mrs. Andrews,” she said, "because it helps her. Her husband is ill and her little boy was killed In the plant last year.” Broadway stood struck dumb. In the new mood in which he found himself, the awakening of responsibility and of the deeper fores of character that had lain dormant in him for so long, he found that he could nothing to the girl. Here was she, a slenderly paid employe, tak ing upon herself the obligations that he himself should have met. One of his em ployees’was actually buying eggs that there might be less suffering in the world. But whj - should he call her way Inade quate? She was doing more, at least, than he. He dropped several gold coins, with out looking at them, into her basket. ‘Til buy the eggs after this," he said, longing to tell her that Mrs. Andrews should have anything she wanted and needed from him hereafter. JOSIE’S INVITATION. Josie smiled happily down upon her eggs. "I sell them to several good customers,” she said simply. “You sell them!” exclaimed Jackson. "That has been one of my problems," she said, "not to do anything to hurt their self respect or pauperize them, and yet I wanted them to have them.” "And what do you do with the 5 cents?” he asked. "Oh, it goes into the library fund of the Girls’ club," she said. With her basket covered again, the girl turned to go. Then, seeing the desire in the face of Jackson and his hesita tion, too, she said: "You may walk with me If you care to.” Her manner was that of a queen—one of those rare queens whose memoirs, show a simplicity of feeling and a friendliness out of all proportion to the understanding of the snob. A thoughtful Jackson Jones fell into step with Josie and carried her eyes down a country lane. Broadway did not even think of the contrast between the pres ent Broadway Jones and the Broadway of but a little while ago. If the malic ious Mrs. ITesbrey had seen him she would have commented: "He carries a jag down Broadway, and now see him on that country road carrying eggs.” Part V. THE CHOPS ARE COOKED. So it was that on this night of the reopening of “Jones Manor" -the seat of the family almost from the time of old Major Tom Jones —unregenerate Tory —there were several diverse ami opposing feelings raging within the breasts of the little party that sat down to the "bachelor , dinner." ~ Continued hi Next issue. Alla Nazimova Talks on Women Who Fascinate obi ‘ / Br i Bn? . ■■ -G ■ " " ill \ W;, Sh A’’ W ’ ■ \ 1 -- "U . jp * ■.....ShN/ , By Margaret Hubbaiyl Ayer. I zttaHE other day I went to see Mme. Alla Nazimoya to ask her to give us all a few hints on the gentle art of fascinating, or the business of being a siren. Naturally, with such a subject in mind, J wandered mechanically to the | home of the famous Russian-American I who has been a different kind of charmer in every ncv. part she has played. from the fascination of her cerebral Hedda to the uncanny Bella Donne of today, she has sung every note in the siren’s scale. Just as she is many dif ferent kinds of stage sireu. thei ■’ are half a dozen different Alla Nazimovas in her slender little person, and the one I found at home this afternoon was the merry, frolicsome Alla, a thousand miles removed from the creepy, sinu ous, mysterious, uncanny Ibsenesque one. To begin with, she was dressed in a shoit, little frock, one of those black satin, hug-me-tight affairs, that made her look like a little girl. A deep black velvet ribbon was wound round her head, and the hair tucked up under >t at the back, so that she looked as if she had short hair. The coiffure is known as "a la Titus,” by the wdy, and is the vogue abroad, but hasn’t quite reached us yet. “I’m Not a Siren.” Mme. Nazimova, that distant and mysterious lady, was as merry as a little magpie. It was as if she had sud denly reverted to the vivacious, spark ling gayety of the Russian actress as she was before she became the un fathomable siren of the American stage. "The business of being a siren! \\ hat a dreadful question!” Mme. Nazimova looked reproachfully at me. "But I'm not a siren! I’ve never ‘sirened’ any body. People think that you are the parts that you act. Could anything be more awful? When you think that I am acting Bella Donna now and the Do You Know— A murderer named Janies Schrum who some months ago killed two men at Iron Mountain, Mo., was sentenced to 99 years’ imprisonment for the first crime, and then condemned to be hanged for the second. His counsel contends that the 99 years’ sentence, having been first imposed, must be served first, and,he lias appealed to the supreme court to confinn this view. The difficulty of hitting an aeroplane In full flight Is illustrated by the nega tive results of the tests just carried out, by a shore battery at Toulon. The tar get was a “glider" towed along at a height of 800 or 900 yards by a destroy er traveling 25 to 30 knots an hour, the range being about five miles. Shrapnel was used, 50 shots being fired in a quarter of an hour, but the target was not touched. Airmen are thus encour aged in the belief that in time of war their main danger will come, not from the earth, but from their rivals in the air. Fraud Is practiced in many forms in France, but it is news that snails are receiving the attention of the trick sters. It seems that snail frauds have become so serious that a society has been formed to stop it. It is called the "Syndicate of the Preparers and Dealers of Snails In France." As a comestible the snail has an enormous clientele. Snails are sold by millions But the consumers are not quite cer tain of the origin of the snails they eat. The fraud consists of putting the snails ‘ called the "Bittle Grays" into the empty I shells of Burgundy snails, which are of 'j superior quality. At / - , , ALLA NAZIMOVA. WHO IS PLAYING IN “BELLA DONNA.” 1 I —1 - . : Marionettes last season! Oh. what a change!” "Last season I was the very best, the most good, the most pure young person in rhe world in the Marionettes, and this season—well”—the actress nodded her head thoughtfully—"l dont suppos • there could have been a worse woman; she is the wickedest one 1 ever have acted.” Then she looked at me ami smiled brilliantly, with the air of the cat who has eaten a particularly juicy canary. “Last season,” she went on musing. “I received all kinds of letters ad dressed to the dear, sweet Marionette —me, proposals of marriage, every thing. Well, Bella Donna's character will protect me from that this year,” she laughed. "You who have played so many fes cinating woman, will you tell us what type of woman is most fascinating to men?” I wishing to get somewhere near the siren ideal. “Who can tell that definitely?” said the star "There is no particular type of that kind, fortunately for our sex. Men will be attracted to their oppo ■ sites, to women who represent every thing that they would seem not to care for.” Her Ideal Type. "What would you describe as th' ideal type of woman, Mme. Nazimova?' "A woman who combines a masculine brain with feminine charm,” said Mme. Nazimova slowly. "I see a great many women who affect certain masculine traits, who wear high boots and queer I mannish-looking J its, but such things have nothing to do with the develop- ! ment of intelligence. They are all | wrong. The woman, to my mind, who ■ would be completely fascinating, would I understand and retain ideas and | thoughts presented to her. But even I that is not enough. She must digest i those ideas, and transmitting them in her own mind and through the power of her own personality, s< nd them forth again as her own. “I can imagine that Mme. 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It is a matter of great re gret that it is also the story of girls named Mary and Sue and Ann and Jane. It is the story of girls in every country. It is the story of every girl whose parents have let tiieir hearts grow eld. Where Ruth lives is not really a mat ter of importance, since geographical boundaries are not concerned. The matte: which concerns us, and which makes the ,-torj of Ruth the story of Mary and Sue and Ann and Jane, is that her parents have forgotten their youth. Her Isolated Life. They can not bring themselves to look upon life from her viewpoint! This is her story: She works in town. She goes at night to a home where there are no young folks. Every girl friend she has lives a long distance away, and she can see them only occasionally. When they are with her they talk of the good times they have with other young folks. Ruth knows only the evening after evening spent alone with, her parents. "They do everything they can," she writes, “to make home pleasant for me, but I am young, and naturally long for the society of young people. In the evening when other youpg people meet and laugh and talk and dance and sing, I. because of living so far away from my friends, sit and brood over my lone someness. 1 try to read, but I am too young to be tied to a book for my sole enjoyment. I try to be interested in what mother iuis done all day. and how things have gOTie with father, but these do not suffice. I want some one of my own age! I am tired of living in the past with my parents as much as I love them! I want a little happiness, a lit tle joy. of my own. It isn’t fair! It isn’t fair!" Parents Are Selfish. Ruth is right. It Isn't fair! Her mother is alone all day, but she is hap py knowing her daughter will be home at night. Her father works ail day with a nap py heart looking forward to the com panionship of his wife and daughter in the evening. They are good parents. But they are intensely selfish. In selecting that home, so far from human companion- CATHARTIC Dovers-Quinine QUICKEST, SAFEST REMEDY Breaks up a Cold the First Night Without Nausea, Dizziness, or noises in the Head. Easiest to 'fake, Quickest to Act. Tablets or Capsules, 18c a Box. AT ALL JACOBS’ STORES ... ■■■ | n, r -ir lll r;n- - tub m uiwr,; i Historic old missions in (Mj/6rnia i 'the traveler o/ioday. i Located up-coast, San Diego to San i Francisco. Several are near Santa Fe rails. California still has the romance of old Spanish days—yet is truly modern. Here are great ! resort hotels, royal auto highways, Yosemite and a summer ocean. A Santa Fe train will take you there. The California Limited king of the limiteds S exclusively for first-class travel runs every day 11 * sleeper for Grand Canyon. Santa Fe de-Luxe the only extra-fare flyer, Chi cago and Kansas City to Los Angeles once a week this winter America’s finest train. California Fast Mail —also the Los Angeles Express and San Francisco Express three other daily | trains they carry standard Pullmans, tourist sleepers and chair cars all classes of tickets 1 honored. Fred Harvey meals. Visit Grand Canyon of Arizona en route. Say which train you prefer. Will mail booklets. 1 Jno. D. Carter, Sou. Pam. Agt., 14 N. Pryor St., Atlanta, Ga. Phone, Main 342. Saa Juan (npirtroeioTtismon I ship, they considered many things. They thought they considered their daugh ’ ter’s happiness. But, if they did. it was from their own sedate middle-aged viewpoint. The father and mother would be , bored if compelled to spend their even ings listening to the prattle of a lot of young folks. Yet, they make their home under conditions where their daughter will see only those twice her age, and wonder, and are distressed,’at her dis- • content. It is the cry of the young for Its kind. If r. girl has parents, and brothers and sisters, there are times when her heart feels a loneliness that she can neither express nor define. Out of this unsatis ’ tied longing Is born discontent. She is ; unhappy, and her parents feel the sting oi ingratitude because she complains. "You have a nice home,” tney say. "Here are books, magazines, a piano. W lat more do you want?” Ycuth Cries for Youth. And that question tells the condition ’ of the hearts of the parents. They have grown old. If they kept their hearts young and looked at life from, a less selfish viewpoint they would know. ' lam sorry for Ruth. Also for Mary > and Sue and Ann and Jane. So sorry I wish I could call all the parents to- ■ gether and urge them to see that their daughters have companions their own • age. 1 I would beg them to recall the long ings of their own youth. ’ I would beg them to give every daughter a chance to make friends of 1 other girls; an opportunity to meet young men, that, if it is so willed, sh > may have her chance to love and to marry. i - VERY DOUBTFUL. Barber —Will you have anything on your face when I have finished, sir? Victim—l do not know; but I hopi you’ll leave my nose, at lea«L CASTOR IA For Infant* and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought