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THE MAGAZIME PAGE BROADWAY JONES ---1 , Rated on George M. Cohan’ s Play Nou> Running in NewYoik h Thrilling Story of “The Great White Way.” By BERTRAND BABCOCK. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Literally Jackson took the advice and id did start on a run for the door, op site to the one through which he ex ited to see Mrs. Gerard enter any mient. He almost ran into Josie, who .st come through another door with her it and outer coat on. tones stopped, his hads almost on his ki..es as though he were a racer about o make as much of a flying start as pos sible. Where are you going, Mr. Jones?" the i asked. tnwyhere, any place,” returned Jack ni breathlessly. "Where are you go- "it’s eleven thirty—l’m going- to lunch eon,” answered Josie. For a moment Broadway seemed to pm his arm about her to flee to refuge. GETTING RID OF HER. Conte on, I’ll go with you,” he said. • Lot’s go out this way. I love to walk irough the works.” Jackson took her arm and, to her sur li.-e, hurried her through the door. The desk of all the Jones seemed to ,ve no terrors for Wallace. He seated limself at it anil touched the buzzer. W hen Sammy appeared he ordered: Ml right; show the lady in.” Rankin moved uneasily, as ho asked: ■ Hadn’t I better go, sir.” No, you stay here,” was Wallace's n ns wet. Trembling so that the plumes in her hat iv vered slightly and with an appearance t having been projected by an invisible through space, Mrs. Gerard darted • > the room. There were more and . , per lines upon her face, and it was ap i.rent that she had dressed herself liur i-indlv. Wallace, firm as lie usually was, and li-ri-liant, took care to entrench him lehind the desk. Then: Why, Mrs. Gerard, what are you do here?” \\ ■ rds camo from Mrs. Gerard's lips : runner in a long race might have ken pantingly to another. in looking for Jackson—where is lie . '’ st asked. allace caught her hurried, breathless .aner, ami answered witli the same ;. jerking out of words, as the best >. to expedite her. lie's on his way Io the station. He ■■ nig to make that 11:40 to New York.’’ Stil in her panting, whirling way, the <x-divintty of Broadway Jones asked: lie is? Do you think I can catch him?” You can if you run all the way.” “I just ran all the way from the ho tel,” she said, and then rushed from the mom. Quickly Wallace turned to the butler nd ordered: "You follow her to that depot and get er on that train, even if you have to bi d and gag her. Don’t leave her until •n land her safely in New York, In •ierstand?” “Yes, sir,” said Rankin, and’ hurried out just as Judge Spotswood opened the door from the main factory building and came in. A sudden burst of cheers fol lowed him. “What are they cheering for now?" asked Wallace. •‘Broadway is making another speech,” was the smiling answer. Both men went to the door anti 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 sell. Why, think of what I'd be selling. The thing my grandfather worked h r and handed down to my father the tiling lie worked for and handed down to me— the thing I should work for and hand town to my children, and so on—and so on—” 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 minis, which had not been opened since the going abroad of Broadway s uncle, reflected young and lively life. For. three weeks after the refusal of Broadway to go to the trust, lie was giving his first dinner party. His guests were the judge und his wife, Clara and Bob. of course, and Sammy and—Josie. The affair bad been entirely the result of 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 longer Impose upon the hospitality of Mrs. Spotswood, freely as it had been of fered. He had been with Josie upon a walk late that afternoon, and the idea had sud iienly occurred to him. as most of his ideas did. It would be a lark, the rather senate girl had exclaimed, though she and Broadwax- both knew in their in ter souls that it would bo something more. Imr Broadway had spent every moment of that three weeks that lie decently '■'mid, 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- S'oting at the beginning of the three weeks period that Josie and lie go on walks or other innocent village amuse- Jitents, but the girl had excused herself •leadlly with a multitude of small pre texts. She had to go to a "class meet ing.'' or hte Girls' Vacation dub was tn-i'ting, or there was to be a. gathering »f the wives and children of some of * T FOUNTAINS, HOTELS, OH ELSEWHERE Get the Original and Genuine HORLICK’B malted milk c ‘leu ale Fhe Food Drink for AIIA ges MILK. MALT CRAIN EXTRACT, IN POWDER Not in any Milk Trust Insist on “HORIJCK’S” Take « package home the employees. Broadway, it is true, did promptly agree to escort her, but he was made to see, in the kindliest man ner possible, that the girls or the moth ers as the* case might be, would not reel at their ease if they knew their employer was near. But fortune favored Broadway, as lias been said, and one day, In “the suburbs ° nes y lllc ’ as I,e termed the few t < Y ’ Uts of the vlna «*. Be had met e with a basket on her arm her distant attitude. ‘ " e !*’ ~W eU ’ W6ll '” ho »“<! exclaimed, s ou shall not escape me this time. What have you in this basket?" •iosie smiled in that distant and vet friendly fashion that had come to 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 got about his inquiry. “Oh, I say, Miss Richards,” he ex claimed, "I don’t like that smile, it isn’t half as becoming as the other—that one --"'here you seem to be—er—willing to admit that a fellow's on earth. Perhaps he hasn't 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. M ell, I suppose 1 don't amount to any thing.'' he said slowly, “and that the meanest boy in the plant is really pro ducing more than 1 am. He’s more of a factor of production than I am." “Production," repeated Josie. “Where •lid you get those terms?” , "Oh,” said Broadway, ingenuously, "I've been reading up on political economy." He saw almost disbelief on the girl’s mobile tace. 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 really only a sort of agent of the people who work in it and an agent -if the world in general. He s their ’boss,’ but he’s also their destiny. And I mean to make good bo-.h us a boss and a destiny. But I'm such a fooi I'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 caress of an intangible spirit tenderness that hovered in the air a i moment over him and then disappeared and that manifested itself by a pressure J upon his arm and then was gone. Had she I touched his arm? Or was he dreaming? But her hands seemingly had not left their place upon her basket. Her eyes wer- friendly and there was a friendly | smile upon her lips—not tin.- old smile nor yet the distant one—but one that I might promise a future of some sort. No. I she had not given that slight stroke, but j her cheeks were pink. "You asked what was in niy basket,” the I 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 I straw he saw —several dozen—eggs! They i were plainly country eggs and barely from the nests of their origin. At any other 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 that 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 say 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 why 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. "I’ll 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 thd 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. Presbrcy had seen him she would have commented: "Ho carries a jag down Broadway, and now see him on that country road H arrying 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 Maj T Tom Jones unregenerate Tory there were several diverse and opposing feelings raging within the breasts of the little part) that sat down to the “bachelor , dinner. ' Continued in Next Issue _________________________ I Alla Nazimova lalks on Women Who Fascinate _Ort *. v / ; .w / - ’ SSL \ BwLutfc ■ a. sth y H < spWiSfe a? # .. By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. I Mil! mil- ■ .lay I Went to .« ■ AJnv*. A! :a N.izimoya to .1-k m:- to g 1•» ■ us ail a few hints on the gentle art of fascinating, or tin- business • f being a siren. N.ituui'iy. with such a sulij,.; ii; mind, I wandered mechnnieally to t;i<_ home of the famous Russian-American | who has bi eii a different kind o’ ■ charmer in every new part she lr, played. From the fascination of her <• it bra'. Hvililu to tlw uncanny Bella D< 11a f today, she has sung every note in t siren’s scale. Just as she is many d t feient kinds of stage 'iron, there are half a dozen different Alla Nazimov.'S in her slender little person, and the one I found at home this afternoon was tin merry, frolicsome Alia, a. thousand miles removed from the creepy, sinu ous, mysterious, uncanny Ibsenet-que one. To begin with, she was dressed in a short, little frock, one of those Ida k satin, hug-im -tight affair... tin. made her look like a little girl. A deep Ida' !: velvet ribbon was wound round her head, and the hair tucked up under >t at the back, so that she 10. '.<*<* if she had short hair. The eoiffii.e is known as “a la'Titus,” by the way, and is the. vogue abroad, but hasn't quite reached us yet. ‘‘l’m Not a Silren.” 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 ‘ngo. "The business of being a siren! What a dreadful question!" Mm . Nazimova looked reproachfully at m■. “But I’m not a siren! I’ve never ’siiened’ any body. t People think that you are tin parts that you act. Could anything be , more awful? When you think that 1 am acting Bella Donna now and the Do You Know— A murderer named James 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. Mis counsel contends that the 99 years' senti nee, having been first imposed, must be served first, and he has appealed to the supremo court to confirm this view. The difficulty of hitting an aeroplane in full flight is Illustrated by the nega tive results of th. 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 hopr. th • 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 arc thus encour aged in the belief that in time of war th<'ir main danger will corrie, n<>t from the earth, but from their rivals in the air. Fraud Is practiced in many forms in France, but it is new that snails an receiving the attention of the trick stere. It seems that snail frauds have become so serious that a society has been formed to stop it. It 1- called the “Syndicate of the 1 ’r< p irers an i Dealers <>t Snails in France.’’ As a comestible the snail lias an > norinous clientele Snails a( *■ sold by millions But the constnmm lire not quite <•. lain of tile origin of the snails tie y . a;. The fraud consists of putting ih snails lulled tin “Little Grii's" into Hi. eiooty I sh< ii. of Burgundy -q.iil whi.-li a • of I superior quality •J ’ ’ r>;/ / I z ALLA NAZIMOVA, WHO IS PLAYING IN “BELLA DONNA.” Marionettes last season! Oh, what a change!” "Last, season I was rhe very best, the most good, the most pure young person in the world in the Marionettes, and this seas in—well”—the actress nodded her head thoughtfully—''l dont suppose there could have been a worse woman; she is th- wickedest one I ever have acted." Then she looked at me and smiled brilliantly, with the air of the eat who has eaten a particularly juicy canary. “Last season,” she went on musing. ”1 received all kinds of letters ad dressed to the dear, sweet Marionette —me, proposals of mairiage, every thing. Wi il. Bella Donna’s character will protect me from that this year," shy laughed. "You who have played so many fas cinating worn 11, will you tell us what type of woman is most fascinating to men?” I questioned, wishing to get somewhere near the siren ideal. "Who can tell that definitely?" said tlw star "There is no particular type of that kind, f ■ tunately for our sex. Men will be attracted to their oppo , sites, to women who represent every thing that they would seem not to care Her Ideal Type. "What would you describe as the ideal type of woman, Mme. Nazimova?’ "A woman w ho combines a masculine brain with feminine charm,” said Mme. Nazimova slowly. “1 see a great many women who affect certain masculine traits, who wear high boots ami queer mannish-looking hurts, but such things have nothing to do with the develop ment of intelligence. They are all wrong. Tin- woman, to my mind, who would lie completely fascinating, would understand am! retain Jihan and thoughts presented to iter. But even that is not enough. She must digest those ideas, and transmitting them in her own mind and through the power of he. own personality, send them forth again as iter own. "I can imagine that Mine. DeStael, lor instance, fascinated all men who came near her, and there is a woman who. to me, is the ideal of this kind. "Shi- was the winner of the Nobel prise, you r< rm nber, and wrot Lay Down Your Arm.-.' Mani yea i s ..go, whenever she appeared ill society, tilO HER POOR FEET ' "I wraM uhr ,1(1 to get r| (l ~f th „ ] ,| n ln , nv ’ ■ !><♦. -a’<! a tviniPL i' p other tlav. She had us- ) I : »' ’■ 1 for yi an | ;. H , her. Sl.'* ■ . 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V i first thing that impressed people was tier great physical beauty. “Now it is her charm, her brain, her ' high and unfaltering purpose that make 1 her one of the most fascinating women . of the times. For such a woman age doc., not exist: no one thinks about it ; where sin- is concerned. Depends On the Man. “As for tile type of woman who fas j cinatee men, it depends upon the man, ami l ien then, you never can tell. Tiie man who, you think, would fall in love with a wooian of biains and educa tion, and depth of character, will be completely carried away by a shallow, pretty little ingenue, who hasn’t thf faintest idea about his work, and what’s more he will love her devotedly am! be happy with her, us .elnie was with his fat cook. "Air:-. Fiske represents a type of the ’ fascir.-iting woman of tHe spiritual L type. There’s brain like a live wire, for you can fairly bear it crackle; and in Mary Garden you hale an altogether oilier' nt type ol feminine fascinating.” Ami I may add that there is the Nazimova type, too. Don’t waste your money buying ? strengthening plasters. Chamberlain's Liniment is chi op r and better. Damp en a piece of flannel with it and bind it over the .•iffeeteil parts ami it will • relieve the pain am! sori ness. For sale by al) dealers. (Advt.) I JELLICO LUMP $4.75 PIEDMONT COAL CO. Both Phones M. 3513 | —————— CHICHESTER S PILLS /”<( IV A cm , *i* ! U . y m r fl ' r I’!h' ""t'J* Ji* Wl “»»«'•« BrandZAX p ■***• id B> <1 in 1 Gold rnetaiUc\C</ '£h ‘Z F’’? if 1 r ‘-‘ wilh '• 1 bon.V/ , | PJ ’J A at ® n ” ‘dher. Buy „f vo.tr V It / SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE _ ; Maddening skin diseases can't exist if Tetterine is used because Tetterine is scientifically prepared to remove the CAUSE as well as the EFFECT TETTERINE CURES SKIN DISE AS E S ' Jesse \\ Kcott, Milledgeville, (la., writers: I suffered with an eruption two years and one box of Tetterine cured me and two of my friends. It is worth its welqht in gold. 'l'et'.erlno » >::.■ eczema, tetter, ground . Itch. er> “I|.m| u ., lulling piles anil other ( ailments, (let it todaj Tetterine. 50c at druggists or by mall. RHIIPTRINF co. SAVANNAH, GA. (Advt j I Difference m Viewpoint By Beatrice Fairfax THIS is the story of a girl named Ruth. 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 giri whose parents have let their hearts grow old. Whore Ruth lives is not really a mat ter of importance, since geographical boundaries: are not concerned. The matter which concerns us, and which makes the story 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 whete there are no young folks. Every girl friend she lias lives a long distance awjpy, 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, und naturally long for the society of young people. In the evening when other young people meet and laugh anil talk and dance and sing, I, because of living f.> far away from my friends, sit ami brood over my lone someness. 1 try to read, but I am too young to be tied to a booh for my sole enjoyment. I try to bo interested in what mother has done all day, and how tilings have gone with father, but these do not suffice. I want some one of my own age! lam tired of living in the past with my parents as much as 1 love them! I want a little happiness, tt 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 i mother is alone all day. liut she is hap py knowing lier daughter will be home at night. Her fathi-r woiks all day with a hap py heart looking forward to the com panionship of his wife and daughter In the evening. They are good parents. But thoj are inti n ely selfish. In selecting that home, so far fi.nn human companion- CATHARTIC 1 Dovers -Quinine QUICKEST, SAFEST REMEDY Breaks up a Cold the First Night Without Nausea, Dizziness, or nftises in the Head. Easiest to Take. Quickest to Act. Tablets or Capsules, 18c a Box. AT ALL JACOBS’ STORES Historic old missions in (ali/Bmia Delight ihe traveler c/ioday: Located up-coast, San Diego to San 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 ! exclusively for first-class travel runs every day 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 I sleepers and chair cars —all classes of tickets honored. Fred Harvey meals. Visit Grand Canyon of Arizona en route. Say which train you prefer. Will mail booklets. 1 Jno. n. Carter, Sou. Pass. Agt., 14 N. Pryor St., Atlanta, Ga. '— Phone, Main 342. | San Juan (kpidMne'Mission ship, they considered many things. They thought they considered their daugh ’ tor'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 a girl has parents, and brothers and sisters, there are times when her heart feels a loneliness that she can neither express nor define. Gut of this unsatls ' fled longing Is born discontent. She is unhappy, and her parents feel the sting of Ingratitude because she complains. “I <>u have a nice home,” tney say. ' Hen. are books, magazines, a piano. What more do you want?” Youth Cries for Youth. Am! that question tells the condition of the hearts of the parents. They have grown old. If they kept their hearts young ami looked at life from a less selfish viewpoint they would know. I am sorry for Ruth. Also for Mary . ami 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. I would beg them to recall the long ing- of their own youth. I would beg them to give every daughter a chance to make friends of other girls; an opportunity to meet young men. that, if it is so willed, she may have her chance to love and to marry. VERY DOUBTFUL. Barber —Will you have anything on your face when 1 have finished, sir? Victim—l do not know; but I hope you'll leave my nose, at least. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of