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the magazxe page BROADWAY JONES J. Jon George M. CohanJ Play Now Running in New York > Thrilling Story of “The Great White A Way." By BERTRAND BABCOCK. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. ~ pvr - Jackson thanked father and the first dinner party of aor i \ in Innes Manor was at an end. home with Clara, the judge '„ jft together with Josie, and Wallace started off in the tour ; which he had come from New ing ' al 111 led at Josie as. close to , ~s w ood. she wished him the con good-night. There was still an , new expression in her face. Jackson as though he had . some quality she could not un- Trst oT. but Jackson couldn't penetrate ' ( ' n ' L ',. r ii o this new mystery. PART XI. THE ghost of old major tom. \ ist Jackson was alone in the gar .,f tones Manor. Behind him the . , stood, its doors open and for rotten and the light still streaming out. wh ip asleep in the kitchen was the for gotten Jimmie. v he walked toward the sun dial which . l t , Yr. of old Major Tom Jones had set when he had brought his bride to tie manor, Jackson felt only dazed. The ,e was no pain with him, because within a short time he had passed through wide range of human emotion. But gradually, as he sat on the old bench near the summer house, his sensations became more acute. There was first the ( .|n> of the renunciation, the sacrifice that he had made. There was satisfac tion in the thought that he at least was “haring It with Josie. But within a flash of time all that perhaps feigned satisfaction had gone as he thought of his office the next morning and the following morning, and many mornings after that—a whole lifetime of mornings Would Josie be there? Prob ably not. If she were, what exquisite tor ture' And if she were not, what a color less existence. MAJOR TOM'S GHOST. And then came back the feeling that he would tear the girl from the midst of the contending emotions and motives which kept them apart. He was on his feet when a rustle in the shrubbery startled him. Tie fancied he saw a dim, white form there, half emerging from the underbrush and half in relief against the trees. The ghost of old Major Tom! In spite of tlie agony of that night, Jackson smiled. The ghost was the only thing that bad been lacking And then the ghost came toward him. In a shaft of light that fell from an upper window Jackson saw that it was Josie Josie with her yellow hair stream ing on either side just as it had fallen down. Josie in a rough old coat, Josie in thin slippers. A woman would have noted and have said that the girl had been standing before her mirror, preparing to retire, when some sudden impulse’ had made her snatch whatever was at hand and rush out. While Jackson —now no more Broadway —stood motionless, two arms went about his neck and a voice, low and vibrant with the emotion of the moment, as ever, poured into his ear: “Dear. I ll go down into the depths with you. If you go back to Broadway. 11l go with you. But while you live I'll be with you." :: A Nightmare of Love :: By Beatrice Fairfax IF there is a girl somewhere in this big world whose hair is auburn and who fears that the fervent "lor of her locks may drive Love away, let her read the following letter and take hope: "I am a young man very much In love with a young lady two years my Junior. We became engaged while she was visiting In New York but she went away to Pittsburg and didn't tell me she was going, and didn't send me a postcard. She is now back in New York, and my best friend is calling on her. Would \ Do You Know- Eighteen thousand bricks can be man ufactured by steam iu ten hours. A good cure for increasing baldness to rub the affected part with the fol -I'ing ointment: One part ammoniated 'U'-ieury uimment. four parts benzoated lard. i.nglish hors and girls are shortly to own republh in Dorset. Plans at" now being made for tjte founding of ii where children will have their "’’ ll Parliament, courts and the police 1,1 tact, u miniature state—managed IX youthfid citizens. The scheme is an f ■ intent -on tlie lines of the “George Juni< ’> Republic” in America —in the "location of boys and girls who are at > r M iit sent to industrial schools or re 'ormatories. h Soino idea of the power of an air .,v |„, B . ainpd froni t|)e flll | ow j ng I' takes a powerful locomotive ‘ ! ”>K a train of ton passenger cars a '' "I' i' of about five miles to reach a si xty miles per hour on a ’ 'ig'iit and level track. The brakes will s - 1 ' same train from a speed of " liles per hour in 700 feet. Rough ;. " ,uay be stated that a train can be ~J ll "' brakes in about three ‘ i "I Hie distance that must be CUVered to give it its speed, . i are probably the longest trains m. ■ • . are now being worked •■ebigh \ alley system in Penn- I 'a Recently a train composed of V . ' " ,ls dispatched from the Perth at o' ' ks ,o the distributing yards The train was 7,000 feet. hngi|. ... i ,n ! * H,l|J 11 quarter, in ti c a , ” " I 'motives pulled it, and as “ "Pusher." Tim . , | ''"‘’ating trains of his length i’ ' s, ‘<>rtag! of ti tlmin n in i The spirit of sacrifice stirred within the man. “No, no: you can't; you mustn't." he said. But the girl went on, still her arms about his neck and her lips close to his: “Don’t you see. dear, the sacrifice you made when you decided that even if 1 were willing you wouldn't take me? Oh, you didn't say so, but I have thought it all out. Don't you see that the sacri fice you willed proves to me that you will never be as before—that you will have the strength to fight and to win if there , Is any enemy to fight. Don't you see. dear? Why, it’s as plain as day." “I shouldn't—l know 1 shouldn't," murmured Jackson. "I ought not —” And then the kindly beam of light from the nearest window cast but a single , shadow. TEN YEARS LATER. “Broadway” Jones was again on Broad way. But he was not alone. By his side was his wife, and to each of rtis hands • slung a child. A third walked slightly behind Josie, gazing back at the wonders ' they passed, and ahead of them trudged a strudy little boy. All of the members of Jackson’s family were hungry, but they passed without noticing Speary’s or Bec , tor’s or the new ami splendid Tanley’s. ' Into a side street turned the little pro cession. eventually to almost fill a little restaurant, where the sole waiter looked 1 startled, as if so many patrons had never I entered the place together before. ' i It was Jackson, not Josie, who crumpled ’ up the smaller children’s bread and pushed it into their cups. Josie herself watched him with a strange smile on his face. STILL ON THEIR HONEYMOON. ’ Suddenly her husband raised his head, and In his turn smiled. All were now comfortable at the table. “Do you know, dear, what today is?” ’ he asked. ’ Josie’s brow almost frowned as she tried to recall. “Surely, dear,” she said, "it isn't the anniversary of our engagement. That is a little more than three weeks off.” The old humor rested softly in the man's eyes. ; ‘How quickly woman, that is the In spiration to man, forgets." he said. Josie still searched her memory. “Oh, I know,” she said. "It must be the ‘ day for the new dividend of the men. or . the anniversary of the new school, or the . anniversary of the hospital—no, it can't be any of those." “No," said Jackson; "it’s nothing as trivial as that.” And he drew gently from his pocket a little time yellowed packet, whose cover ing was broken, and held it aloft so that she read: “Jones’ Pepsin Wafers.” 1 "Why, where did you get that?" she ex claimed. “We manufacture so little gum at the plant nowadays; all of those real 1 useful things require so much of the floor space." “Don't you rememfber,” said her hus i band, “you gave me that packet on the ' first night we met, and a little later you said—” He passed one of the wafers to each of his children. “Hand it down to your children, and their children, and so on and so on—" he quoted. And a few moments later the waiter was telling the cook that for the life . of him he couldn't see why a honeymoon . couple should borrow four children. THE END. t it be proper for me to call, too, as i she has never told me our engage t ment is broken, and 1 can not sleep , nights, as I always see her red hair in front of me?’’ One of the most distressing of all spectacles is a girl pursuing a man, yet letters like this give proof that pursuit is what some men need. Not many, but just a few like this great big. blun dering, snail-like man. He was engaged to a girl; she left town; he made no attempt to And out why, though he still loves her to such a maddening degree that he can't sleep nights, as he always sees Tier red hair in front of him. He knows another man is trying to win her, yet he delays tak ing action till he learns if action is justifiable. Does he think he can win her by . standing still and moaning? He can't sleep nights, he says, and he seems to be making up for it by sleeping in the daytime! The little god Cupid is armed with bow and arrow. There never would ' have been such a happy word as “court i ship” in the world's vocabulary if this little god of love lay awake all night tn ■ the anguish of unrequited affection and ■ yawned all day. He has weapons to bring down his victims, and he uses them. ' The writer of the above letter, who. ' for the time being, is Cupid's under study. also ha> weapons, and he must use them. He must call on this red haired vision of his waking dreams, and tell her of the unhappy plight into which his love for her has plunged him. He must be her escort on every oc casion on which she will grant him the privilege: he must send her candy ami flowers as if they were so many ar rows; he must consult her wishes in al! things, and he must so surround her with his love that she will lose all de sire to ever escape from it by forget ting him in Pittsburg. The love of a red-haired girl is well worth the winning. Her love is fervent, like he rhair. She is generous to a fault; she is warm-hearted; she is true Her love, once won. shows more lasting qualities than the love of either a , blonde or a brunette. She loves tor life! Because of all this. I am sorry that the man who loves her so maddeningly is so timid. He needs just the force of character the color of her hair indi cates she* possesses to become a real man. But he will never win her by sleepless nights and days that ate de voted to yawns. Women Can and Do Achieve Beauty, Says Fay Wallace / fit? w. "5b Sw&jMSD t L 'y 11,- ) 11 1 Or* I \ \ ippP • 1 1 \ \ S' I I \ \ 1- y < I \wfafc- ’ * I x ’ A • ft By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.* IT happened thjit I got to see Miss Fay Wallace very early in the morning, before that long, reddish mane of hers was tucked up in a grown-up manner. At the time, her hair was tied with a big bow of ribbon, and hung down her back over a negligee of apricot- olorcd silk and ecru lace. The hair and the silk went beautifully together, and I found myself studying Miss Wallace's clever color atraiigement of walls anti hangings and cushions, which is all made to form a most artistic back ground for this little girl with the red hair, as she calls it. though it is more auburn. Miss Wallace has considered this question of color very seriously. It is reflected in the light gold color of the walls, and in the old rose of the cush ions, in touches of tarnished gold and brown in the walls. Everything in the room goes with that hair and brings out the faint color in Miss Wallace's white cheeks and the deep brown of her eyes. "A girl with ied hair has to study herself more carefully than the decided blonde or brunette type,” explained Miss Wallace, when I congratulated her on her color scheme. "I adore colors, and I do try to get the right combinations, and I am always experimenting to see if I can't find anything better.’ Colors should be Advice to the Lovelorn By Beatrice Fairfax. MOST DECIDEDLY NOT. Dear Miss Fairfax: Is it right for a girl of seventeen to go out to the theater with a young man she flirted with, as he was very nice the first night she met him? DOUBTFUL. A girl of seventeen (or of any other age) should not flirt. It is a dangerous sport. Under no circumstances should she accept attentions from a man met in such away. AN UNUSUAL REQUEST. Dear Miss Fairfax: Kindly suggest a form for the an nouncement of an engagement to be mailed to friends and relatives by a young couple announcing their own engagement. K. C. C. It is customary for the parents of the bride-to-be to make an announcement of her engagement. If she is an orphan tile duty falls on an older sister o' brother, a near relative or a friend. This girl can not lack all these. Such an announcement made by the relative neatest her would be in better taste than if made by the girl heiself. GO TO H%R MOTHER. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young man 21 years old and in love with a girl one year younger. Every time I make an at tempt at corresponding, or meeting her all my plans are frustrated by • her mother. 1 am at a loss to know her rea sons, although it may be due to the fact that I remain out after con ventional hours. This is a neces sity, as I must have recreation and 1 tan not attain this desire unless 1 stay out late, as I work nights and my time is not my own until 11:30 o’clock. I look ahead with sincere hopes of making this girl my wife, for she is the only one in the world for me. Os late 1 have tried every means conceivable to communicate with her bm my efforts have proven fu tile. T. A. Unless her mother krmws all this, she has every reason for objecting to at tentions given her daughter after 11:30 at night. Go to her, show her your in tentions are honorable. Prove your ability to care for a wife, and I am sure she will listen to you with under standing and sympathy. Fay Wallace, the Auburn - Ha red Beauty, in “Ready Money,” at ths Maxine EJliot the ater, New York. used to make om- look one’s very best. It is wonderful v. hat a girl can i;u now- ■ aday.- to transf mi 1> rself into a wom l an of real charm ami beauty. It seems s all a matter of an intelligent work and I will power. "I knew a girl who was absolutely plain some yea s ago. Nobody admit- I ted that she had the slightest claim to • beauty. She was both awkward and homely. Yet. a year or s > after I had ; first seen her, she was considerably im. s proved, and in another twelve months ■ she had grown into an absolute beauty. • a woman who commands attention and I admiration. ! "Now. this git! had achieved beauty t by hard work, careful diet amt exercise, ! kept her complexion and figure perfect. ■ She had studied the art of dress, exact ly as you would take up a course In a foreign language or mathematics. "When it came to gestur and post. ‘ she was perfect: having very few good i points to start with, she studied them and made the most of them, and in those things which eve: y girl can con- i trol. her walk, the grace of her carriage, the charm of manner, she was abso- ' lutely perfect. ■ "As for color, she had mastered the art of making that a flattering setwant, which called attention to her looks an I pointed to the individuality of her type. The best tiling about her was that you did not feel that she had worked to create an effect. She seem d perfectly natural. She had studied how to be beautiful, how to move, how to dress herself becomingly, and then she seem ed to think no more of the subject. “That, to me, is a great accomplish ment, to be unconscious of any effort you have made to enhance your looks." Miss Wallace was certainly quite ob. livious to the pretty picture she herself made, as she snuggled in a big chair with cushions of old rose tucked behind her. and framing that reddish hair of hers. "You might tell the other girls who are worrying about their red hair what colors you have found most becoming,” I suggested. "In choosing' colors, most women go by their hair alone,” she went on. "But It's really more important to favor the complexion. Fed red-headed people ad mit that they can wear rose color, but I find all the pinks, especially the sal mon shades and the dull old rose shade, bring color to my cheeks and fade out the freckles which always come in the summer time. "Take a large black hat and face it with pink; that is much more becoming than the violent contrast of black vel vet which so many people insist on. if Me 'visit to call your attention to the fact that most infectious diseases, such as whooping cough, diphtheria ami scarlet fever, are contracted when the child has a cold. Chamberlain’s Cough Remedy will quickly cure a cold and greatly lessen the danger of contract ing these diseases. This remedy is famous for Its cures of colds. It‘con tains no opium or other narcotic and may be given to a child with implicit confidence. Sold by all dealers. (Advt.) ITCHING PILES Every sufferer from itching piles should real! these words from 11. S. Hood of Bellaire, Mich., who was Cured by Tetterine 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 gives instant relief to all skin diseases such as eczema, tetter, ringworm, ground itch. etc. It has the right medici nal qualities to get at the cause and to relieve the effect < let it today Tetterine 50c at drugg'sts or by mail. SHUPTRINE CO., SAVANNAH. GA. (Advt.) your coloring is very delicate and your style is dainty rifther than impressive, violent contrasts are too striking and they are apt to overpfftver the small woman. I think they should be left for a very large woman. "Os course, the girl With red hair can wear all the grays she wants to, and the reddish browns that shade into Iter hair. I do not believe that dead white is becoming to her: it certainly isn’t to me. so 1 always choose ivory or a cream colored tint. “Almost every one you see wears something snow white about the neck—• t \ \ -Kg y t\\ I lace or satin, or whatever the material may be. The skin always looks yellow by contrast, no matter how fair it really is. and personally I always insist on having lace of that nice antique color, even if it is brand new. You know how you can get that color, by the way; it’s very simple. If your lace is good, mix a little orris root with a little powdered saffron until you have the color desired, then rub it into your lace. Have enough of the powder to coyer the lace, and leave it for several hours; then shake it out well and brush it. Your white lace will have taken on a lovely old lace tone, which is most becoming, and will be delicately scented besides. "The colors that I find most effective are not the brand new vivid colors, and seldom the fashionable shade of the moment, but rather the dull, faded col ors, which have lost that harshness and brilliancy, beside which both hair and complexion look dim. The most beautiful colors in the world to me are the dull and failed blues and grays in Chinese embroideries. "The girl with red hair has a wide range of color to choose from, if she will stick to the soft shades, and not try to dim the brilliancy of her hair by a violent and startling contrast.” A Londoner was once dining with a Yorkshireman in a restaurant. The latter, true to his natural habit, kept turning round to see if his hat and coat were all right, "Look here, old chap,” said the Lon doner. at last, “do you think any one is going to steal our hats and coats?” ‘'Well.” said the Yorkshireman, “I'll take good care they don’t have mine, out yours went ten minutes ago." CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature of JELLICO LUMP $4.75 PIEDMONT COAL CO. Ecth Phones M. 6433 CHICHESTER S PILLS S THE DIAMOND HBAISD * I 111. in lied .nd O«ld mrullicvC// boio. ...led with Blue Ribix,.. V/ lake no other Bur ~,, V DlAJtoxn BRAND year, known a. Best. Safest. Always Reliable OLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE mSKEEIEia fl k A ■ •Vhiakey and Drug Habit* treated K « JI HtMiieor nt Sanitarium. Hook on subject 3 DR B. M. WOOLLEY, 34-N. Victor Sanitarium, Atlanta, Georgia. © © The Manicure Lady © © Ry William F. Ktrk T WAS reading a funny thing the other day about Mister Sir Wal ter Scott,” said the Manicure Lady. “It told how he met Mister Byron, and when Byron called him Mis ter Scott he said, 'Call me, Walt, kid; call me Walt.'” "I ain’t interested much in them po ets.” said the Head Barber, “because I hear so much about the stuff that your brother is all the time writing. I am so used to listening to poetry that I am beginning to dodge any sentence that begins witli a capital letter and ends with a rhyme.” "The only reason I mentioned it, kid do,” said the Manicure Lady, “was to show that even the poets knows how to be as democratic as Mister Wilson. You know a lot of people think that be cause a man can make up verses he is ging around all the time with his head up in the air, making a noise like an earthquake. Nothing could be no far ther from the truth than that, George. Wilfred is one of the most democratic fellows that you ever seen. Os course, I don't mean to say that he is as great a poet as a man like Mister Sir Walter Scott, but I will say that the poor kid Up-to-Date Jokes “I'm not afraid of woman suffrage," said little Ginks. “My wife is a mili tant suffragette, but up to date I am Julius Caesar in my house.” “I guess you are. I guess you are, ’ said Wiggles. "There ain’t many dearer ones than Julius Caesar in this world." Mildred, who had a small friend to spend the afternoon with her, found that the care of her little brother in terfered with their plans. John showed a tiresome persistence in joining their games. Meeting but little encourage ment, he asked at last, somewhat wist fully: “Milly, can't I play something?" "Yes. John.” she replied firmly. "Go into the back room and play you’re dead for an hour and a half.” 'Toadies and gentlemen.” said the manager, before the curtain, “it is my unpleasant duty to "inform you that Mr. C . the star comedian, owing to,ill- ness, will not be able to appear to night. His system has had a very se vere shock, and he is suffering from nervous prostration.” “What's the matter?" shouted one of the gods from the gallery. “Did ye pay him in advance?” An English clergyman turned to a Scotsman and asked him: "What would you be were you not a Scot ?”■ The Scotsman said: * 7 Why, an Eng lishman, of course." Then the clergyman turned to the gentleman from Ireland and asked him: "And wiiat would you be were you not an Irishman ?” The man thought lor a moment, and said: “I'd be ashamed of meself!” “America's Finest Train" Isn’t it convenient to have a stenographer at your elbow —when hurrying across U.S.A. —to take dictations for letters mailed en route? One of the many luxuries on the S»nt«Fe de-juXe The only extra-fare train between Chicago, Kansas City and Los Angeles. “Extra fast, extra fine, extra fare.” On request will mail you a copy of aS,_ Jk our Santa Fe de-Luxe booklet and tell you about the many exclusive features of this superb train. n Ctrftr. Bon. Fan. Agk, rBAa EKdaEsEl 14 N. Pryor St . Atlanta, Oa. fl Phone, Maia has some ideas of making up rhymes like 'I was strolling in the park and it almost broke my heart when from her I had to go, for it left her all alone! That’s the kind of a poet that Wilfrel is. George, but just the same he's m| brother, and if anybody around here id going to knock his poetry I guess it will have to be me. He wouldn’t rest easy if he thought one of you barbers wal picking any flaws in his verses.” | "I don't care one way or the other,i said the Head Barber, wearily. "I ha a an uncle once out in Arizona that use! to write som verses. His and brother had a ranch together. He the verse writing for the firm and hil brother did the work. It worked alt right for a little while, because the one; that wrote the verses kept bulling th« other brother that some fine day onel of the magazines would buy enough or his verses to help him buy anothe| ranch. The poems kept coming back like one of them there boomerangs, ano at last the brother that was doing- all' the work took a good, healthy kick as the brother that was writing all the poetry, and the partnership dissolved! I don't say that poetry writing ain’t a grand art. if you can get a little sugar' for the sweet thoughts that you wilted but somehow or other it seems to ms that the uncle who did all of the work' around the ranch was a lot more useful! than the guy that was wasting a good! fountain pen." “Well, you have talked quite a while,'t said the Manicure Lady. “Now, let ms say a few words. I think poets is kind of useful sometimes. The old gent ha® went Into the canned goods business, and Wilfred has wrote him eight poems about the special brands of canned stuff that father is going to sell. One of the verses goes; All of Johnson's good* are canned I And their flavor is simply grand.’ ” ‘ "That ain’t bad,” said the Head Bar-’ ber. “You bet il ain't,” declared the Mani-' cure Lady. "You see, George, brother has been canned so often that it comes natural to him to write about canned goods.” A VOID IMPURE MILK for Infants and Invalids Got HORLICK’S It means the Original end Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-Drink for all Age* Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. For infants, invalids .nd growing children. Furenutrition,upbuilding the whole body. Invigorates nursing mothers and the aged. More healthful than tea or coffee. Take no substitute. Ask for HORLICK’S HORLICK’S Contains Pure Milk