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THE GEORGIANS MAGAZINE PAGE—
JUST A WOMAN
A Serial Telling of Worldly Success and Its Effect on Indi
viduals. “The Boy,” “The Woman” and “The Man”
Rise from the Struggle of the Mill Worker’s Life to the
Ease and Luxury Millions Buy. Friendship Keeps
“The Boy” True to Himself, Love Saves “The Wom
an,” and Money and Dissipation Fight Love and Loy
alty for “The Man's” Soul.
Novelized from the Messrs, Shubert's production of the Broadway suc
cess, “Just a Woman,” by lugene Walter, now playing at the Forty-Eighth
Street Theater, New York.
(Copyright, 1916, by Internationa! News Service.)
By ANN LISLE.
HE epic of steel! Who shall write it? Who shall tell of the devas.-
I tating force it has been in the history of man since Egypt fell and
Greece and Rome fought and lost thelr battle for place? Who
shall tell of how it joined civilization as its miles of track flashed around
the world, binding country to country, even as it held shore to shore
when ungainly caravels gave way to the slender speed kings of the modern
deep?
Steel has hungrily thrust its cutting edge into human veins and has
bound up the life system of the world into arteries of traffic. It has given
and taken. It has played the part of tyrant and friend to man. Who shall
write its epic, save life itself as it flows by to power—or death?
narticulately, almost without comprehending what she felt out in the
black-mantled hills where the Alleghenies crept up to circle Pittsburg.
Anna Stanley bared her head and heart to the sky beyond its mist of dalily
smoke and asked a question that was but part of the chorus of the epie.
Was steel Ler friend or foe? Would it make her man for her or take
Lim from her?
Below her grime-smirched home lay the mill. In the morning's dawn,
when she came out to say farewell to Jim as he clambered down the side
of the hill and was hidden from her sight behind the chimneys of the mill,
she wondered always if her farewell were the last. And at night, when he
Stagzered drearily up the hillside to his home, she wondered again, dumbly
and fearfully, if her hail were the last.
“Hall and farewell!” That measures her lifes-but she thought be
vond it
; The Outlook.
Before her eyes there was aiways
an actunl eyclorama of grim and rug
ged ugliness which had a sardonic ele
ment of beauty, Her house—the sky
lisell —was blackened by smoke. The
very brown, unflowered hillside, fer
tile with iron ore, receded from a
hucdle 'of irregular buildings from
Which there jutted myriad beiching
chimneys. From some came clouds of
black smoke, from some saffron yeis
low, and from some ruddy flame.
Bach indicated a type of the work
that decarburized plg iron and
Mt forth steel.
~ From iron to steel. From tolling
E to sudden, grim death--that typi
led the day and even the life of the
mill worker. Anna Stanley knew that
It typified the life of her Jim. And
she prayed to those black-mantied
m:mu the mills might not get him
W she might be able to take him
out, to save him whole before the
mills sapped all his strength and
.~ A Moloeh of ancient and modern
times—steel. And Anna Stanley was
Just & woman pitting her strength
Against it to save her man. She saw
the cyclorama of grime and smoke be
fore her. She visioned a future that
Was to be far, far different. But her
Vision was only human. It dealt with
Abstract results and it could not guess
the concrete reaction of man to cir
cumstance. And w 0 the mills she
@readed would in the end have their
Strange way with Anna and her man.
~ The days of the cruelly hot summer
dragged by. The mill took ita toll of
human lives. Up on the hill beyond
i Stanley home the Koshensky
raved and shrieked through
the maddening heat. The giant roll.-
HAD AWFIL ‘
WEAK SPELLS
i |
Suffered So Much Felt She
Had to Have Relief. Says
Cardui Made Her Well.
ELBA, ALAMrs. M. T. May, -c‘
~ this place, writes: “T was not espe
“lymflulmn‘."’i
but after my marriage ! seemed to
Bt very much worse. About twe
monthe after | was miarriad 1 began to
Bave awful weak spells. Would have
I'i-l *pells of headache simply felt
All the time; could hardly do »
n.'°‘!nnw“u-uhuh
In my left side and bad the swim.
\,mumummm
Deartburn very bad. In fact I suf
fored 0 much T thought | would dle
I kept getting woree and feit 1 must
Bave some relief. 1 had seme pain
. and diMeculty in walking. ** *
“Mr. ey who Tan a store In
—, TOCOmMmmended that | take Car
.Bl and my husband bought me
bottle, which 414 me #0 much good
~ that he bought me another, and, after
~ the use of three or four botties, | was
- well; was up dolng my work after
the use of the first Lottle. It's the fin
st tonio I know of | got into bet
tor haa'th than I had been since my
marriage. 1 adviss all women *¢ ¢
e have weak spalis * * * 1o take 1t
E’* T sousands of letters. which come
4 L 0 svery year, like the sbove. cer
~ Lon . ive proof of the merit of Car.
Ll the voman's tonle
. Lo ve's by all druggies -Advee-
ers had claimed her man and her
brothers., Night and day she shrieked
Imprecations while her tortured eyes
tried to shut out the vision of the
hungry roller as It wrapped itself
about her man and throttled him to
lifeless pulp. Anna listened to her
shrieks and swore that the mils
should not torture her as they had the
Koshensky woman. She did not guess
how merciful death might be,
For ten years Anna had worked for
herself and Jim maércilessly. She had
cut off even his beer, not from any
sense that he must be different from
the other men In that way, but be
cause the 5 cents a day that beer rep
resented must be saved, must go into
the bank, must help buy thetr future.
And Jim worked with all the strength
of his towering manhood-—worked tiil
his broad shoulders drooped-—worked
tll his big hands twisted and knotted,
until gray eyes came to have a look of
tearing and unti] his alert, keen face
bore hard lines and his brown hair
had begun to silver and to give him a
look too old for his 35 years,
He had begun to grow fretful be
cause of the toll that knew no re
laxation. He wanted a little home
high up in the cool of the hills. He
loathed every nolse and smell of the
dingy boarding house which Anna
kept as her share of thelr life of
Coaseless toil. He grew dally morel
and more eager for a little comfort
between turns at the mill. He was
& man and he worked l'ke a beast. e
had never known a playtime and Le
wanted it. Some day that want might
ETOW to an irresistible demand. Nei
ther he nor Anna knew that—bdbut Na
ture did. \
Jim had no perceptions beyond the
desire of to-day. Anna stinl mrrlvdl
some of the Gypsy vision in her
heart. She had brought with her from
her native Hungary some of the ro
nance and poetry of an older world,
Her wide-set brown eyes and clear,
\vuumwowtoomotthou
whom ancient times would have called
seers. She could see. She could feel
She could share the visions of others
and dream dreams of her own.
All through the hot summer she haa
been the confident and helper of the
Pou-hh.ywlom«inctomm
the mills and who yet was different,
‘The boy bad vision, too-—the vision
that sees needs, that imagines reme
(dies and that invents revolution-mak.
Ing Instruments of change,
| The boy had attracted Anna from
the first because of the song on his
lips and the decency that inspired
him to wash the grime of the mills
from his sweaty body before he sat
At table. Jim washed, too—but Anna
had taught him that. The bey
cleansed himself even as he sang,
w of an Instinctive fineness that
demanded expression. That attracted
Anna to his personality and made her
study his work.
A Figure of Courage. ‘
And the boy had turned to Anna
with the same instinct of a lonely l.d:
who finds & friend In the mother-wo
man-—who has no children o mother.
He sensed womething in her fine up
standing figure that stod for courage.
He foit the m&l‘ “"'::ll.z and
strength of her r wns
soft and brown, and her skin re.
tained its finoness even in the grime
of the stuinifig mills. Her lips ware
Sl tender and kind. There was
something fragrant about her and
something of the M‘. of the steel
being 1o existence
R g":m? oy _tait
M both 2«0 g :fl ma:” 1
The hottest day of the summer came
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Anna Stanley, the Woman, and Her Man, Jim Stanley, Pore Over the Polish Boys'
Plans for Revolutionizing the Steel Industry.
and went. Jim was strained to the
breaking point. The woman looked at!
the man and knew their time had
come. Years of his work and hers
had passed; years without a cottage
or a decent home, years of staying!
In the cirele of the mill smoke, years
of saving money and of spending
youth, And now at last she knew
they were through and ready to ston.
The time had come to leave.
Jim sat on the steps praying for
one cool breeze, pursing at his pipe
and dreading another day of heat and
R i e i e L L o
What Happened to [ane
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VANI
DE WATER. j
(Copyright, 1916, Star Company.) 1
CHAPTER LXIII. |
HE physician of the soul and the
l physician of the body often
have occaslon to hold secret
consultations in a country village.
Thus it happened that, after trying
in vain to sieep on the night of Mary
Baird's visit, Mr. Evans arose in the
early morning, and without walting
for his breakfast, walked across the
fields that lay between his home and
that of Dr. Monroe, the Milton physis
clan. He chose this short-cut not
only because he was in a hurry, but
because he wished to avoid meeting
any curious parishioners, although at
this early hour few peopie would be
abroad.
He had no compunctions about
arousing his old friend, the doctor.
Had not Monroe ealled the clergymnan
out of bed on numerous occasions to
administer comfort to someone who
was ill or dying? That was the busi
neas of each. And this tragedy was
the most important thing that had
ever come into the pastoral expe
rience of the Rev. Henry Evans, |
Early as it was, the blinds of Dr.
Monroe's bedroom windows were
:r. He was an old bachelor, yet
habits were as regular as his pro.
session permitted.
“Come In! Come In'" & volee from
above called as Mr, Evans entered the
fl'.aiz'.:lo. “The door's unlocked, o
on the office and make yourself
comfortable. Il be down in & min
.‘h :
The Conference.
He was as good as his word and
WAk in his offlce almost as soon as his
visltor 3 |
“I'm up early this morning—having
had a good sleep,” he ruurk: |
::n'.‘:‘ -lnofl'sm o;‘ da'::or. 80 | was
ening night A message
from thn.:, |
“I understand she's better” re.
:flnfi the clergyman. “It's about her,
& way. that | want to talk to you |
OVELIZED FROM THE BROADWAY SUCCESS
|
toil, Their marriage bargain had beengot your soul and mine stamped on
for him to work and for her to save. it. It seems like it was wrung oat
When they had enough she was to of us—He's given us a chance.”
tell him. And so to-night she drop- There was a quietness and yet a
ped into his lap the books that repre- | vibrating force in Anna's tender voice,
sented their bank account. Her wide-set eyes were looking be
“ How much is 1t?" asked the Man, yond the hills — visioning wore
and then read aloud the slip in the and more than Jim could guess. He
book blaxzing the sign of the Pitta-|gtudied her for a moment, puffed at
burg Trust Company. “Ten thousand | jie pipe and then asked curtly:
six hundred and seventy dollars.” “Who?”
. "And eighty-four cents,” added An- “The boy—the Polack boy—God
na solemnly. “Why, Jim, there ain't bless him."
'a penny of all that money that ain't! “How do you figure it, girl—how do
Can we be absolutely alone and free
lrrom interruption for a few minutes?
I've something to tell you, and some
papers for you to read.”
“Let's have a cup of coffee first.
Katie has it ready, 1 guess,” the doc
tor suggested. |
Like other physicians, he was tbh‘
to postpone professional matters un-
Ul he had fortified the inner man. I
doctors did not do this they would die
even earlier than they do. But to the
uninitiated, the habit is exasperating.
In spite of the good cup of coffee
which Mr. Evans drank, he found it
hard to possess his soul in uon«f
until his companion had dolln-udz
sipped his steaming beverage an
eaten an egz and two hot muffins,
“Now,” he announced at last, “'m
ready for you, Evans. Come on into
the inner office. Katle,” to the mald
who had served the repast, ‘“see
that | am not called for the next
half hour. Take any message that
Comes, please, but don't disturb me
uniess it's a matter of lite and death,
Understand *™ .
“Yes, sir” Katie sald, meekly,
‘““Now What's Up?"*
“Now, what's up?™ the doctor de
manded, as goon as hé was seated in
bis oMice at one side of the table, with
Evans on the other side. “You look
As M you had a batch of legal papers
there. What are they™
“First hear nry .L-,.- Mr. Evans
replied. “Then we'll look at the va
pers.”™
He told of Mary Balrd's visit, in«
terrupted only by the muttered ex
clamations of his listener. The nar
ration consumed only a few minutes
The reading of the papers in the long
envelope that Mr. Evans had brought
took longer, )
Mary Daird, with merciless detail,
had written the sordid, brutal facts
She had spared neither herself nor
the man who had betrayed her. And,
a 8 if fearing that the story might not
be belleved, she had inclosed receipts
Mthomfloh‘mtmm
Home for ~mindad Children,
She also had inclosed the telegram
Ahat had informed her that Thomnas
laulrd bad died In convuisions on May
Clerygman and Physician
et e e — “
Hold a Conference.
gr> --vv-wv'v—vmfll
i, and asking what disposition was to
be made of the body.
After the documents had been care.
fully inspected, the physician asked a
single question: \
“How old did you say the boy was?™
“Seven,” replied the minister.
“Then she hmd been lving with
Reeves for at least three yoars—or
more—when it was born. It was un
doubtedly his child.”
A sudden idea smote the clergyman,
“But you must have noticed —must
have known that she was 1] ore—
The Doctor Explains,
Dr. Monroe rased his hand to pro
test. “Not soo fast, not so fast, my
dear friend! 1 knew that Mrs. Baird
went away for a visit, that she came
back looking {:lo and worn, and that
she sald she had been ill while stay
ing with friends, 1 asked for no fur.
ther information.”
“But did you suspect nothing? Did
it ever occur to you thate—*
Again the doctor checked him. “My
dear man, we doctors don't let things
‘occur’ to us. If they do, we hold our
tongues. As' to what we suspect—if
Wa were to volce some of our suspi
clons, some people would have to leave
town-—perhaps ourselves first of all”
He hnmr then grew sober again.
“Seriously,” he added, “I knew noth
ing, and I had no business to suse
m’t anything. R 0 | didn't, But since
rming the awful suspicions with re.
gard to Jame, | have--well-~l have
been remembering back and wonder
" here
Was & hurried knock at the
door. “Come In!" Monroe called,
crosaly. “Katle” as the girl's face ap
p—n'z In the entrance, “didn’t 1 tell
you 1:! minmbhm,“"
or.” the stammered,
"y;? said not unless ft"wu a matter
of life and death. And it ta! At m
It's & matter of death, for Jake,
Mr. Reeves' place, is here, and he :"'
that they've Just found Mrs. Balrd's
hody in the river down by the dam
dead, drowned! And he wants you and
Mr. Evans to come right away. He
':d" she must have got dlmnd fell
| the bridee hours ago. she's
Lmn dead!™
(Ts Be Continued.)
you figure it?”
“Listen. Do you remember when he
came to us?”
“Over a year ago,” returned the Man
practically.
“Yes. Maybe you didn't notice him
when he first came. I did; you see,
Jim, you had been brought up right
here in America, ‘but I can go back
to the old country—l seem to teel
the Old Country and I knew this boy
wasn't like the rest of them, I knew
he was noble or something like that,
what you call a géntleman.”
Jim wondered at Anna's vision. The
boy had eaten there llke the rest. He
had worked in the mills like the rest.
It would never have occurred to him
to suspect a story or to have learned
a tale of patriotism that stood by the
people and sacrificed even the rignt
to live in the land of its fathers for
the sake of the cause of its fathers.
But Anna had done all this; she had
given sympathy and understanding.
She had given encouragement and
'she had been permitted to go up the
hills to a dingy little room which the
'Polllh boy had fitted up like a ma
chine shop and where he had been
’workinx on a furnace,
~ “I've seen it work, Jim. I know all
‘about it, but, what's more than seeing
lund knowing, I FEEL that it's going
to change things at the mill!” cried
Anna, almost breathlessly.
She sat on the steps at her man’s
side, but he knew, half-reverently.
half-uneasily, that her vision went
where he could not follow.
“How do you mean, change things?"
he demanded.
“Why, Jim, there won't be no more
puddling. He calls it in his own lan
guage the ‘open-hearth furnace,” and
says that once he gets it working it
will make him rich and everyboay
else rich that has anything to do with
it. And that's where we come in with|
what we've saved.” !
“Do you mean give him money? A
Polack like him ?” demanded Jim, with
a snarl.
I This finite thing of risking his sav
linn was easy enough for him to vi
sion. Just what it meant he knew all
'to owell. A risk—a crash—and be
ginning over when he was ten years
older and the fire and the hope of
youth were drained from him.
Anna laid her arm across her man's
|ahoulders. There was something in
her touch that quieted him for the
'moment. She could not quite explain
to Jim all the Boy had explained to
her, but she knew-—and felt.
“Women have something that tells
them when they are right. Oh, he is
’ right. He's in a strange land, and he's
afrald to go to people out in the
world, for fear they will steal his in
vention; but, Jim, if we pay for the
lawyer and the patent, and furnish
enough money to give him the start,
he will give us any interest we want.”
! Her voice was low and steady as
she pleaded, but Jim's reply was the.
snarl of unfaith: |
} “Spend all the money we have
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Wife’s Self-Sacrifice
saved in years on a Polack? My God,
Anna, we can buy a house with that!”
Anna rose to her feet, and there
was majesty in the way her arms
opened to the star-studded sky gleam
ing down through the mantling
smoke. |
“Buy a home and you keep on work
ing in the mills! We'll own the mills.
I tell you, Jim, I've figured it all out.
I know. I ean’t evplain it to you, but
T know—lit's the truth.”
Jim stumbled to his feet. “I want
to see them plans. You can’t fool me
with any Polack scheme of making
steel cheaper, and don’t you go spend
ing that money until I say sc. Un
derstand 7’
“T know what you mean, Jim; but
vou'll be fair? You'll look at them
just as if they was handed to you by
some great man, and not by this
Polack boy? You'll be honest with
yourself and with me and with him?
‘That's the way it's got be.”
In the distance a plaintive melody
}sounded. It was the Polack boy sing
ing a mournful song of his tortured
native land. A plaintive melody—
with a note of hope back of it—that
kwu the song of the Polish boy. An
'na's eyes widened as she listened to
‘!the message. Then she turned to Jim
and held out her hands.
In His Hands.
“He's coming now. This is what
God has sent us; this is what God
had made for us. Thi¢ is the end of
the smoke and the dirt and the sweat.
'This is the beginning, Jim, of some
thing new.”
It ‘was Cassandra’s fate never to he
ibelieved. All prophets share in some
part her doom. The vision that makes
for the progress of the world must
always sufier from the doubt of those
it lonzs most to convince. Jira
stared at his woman for a moment,
luml on his face was the smile of
skepticism and the snarl of unbeliaf,
“I'll look at them plans,” he mut
lered. And he turned into their smoke
grimed house.
l The woman stood under the faint
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light of the stars and listened to the
plaintive song of the Polish boy who
was climbing up the hill to offer .-
a chance at freedom—a chance to
save her man from the hungry ang
relentless mill.
And the answer was Jim's to mal.
Jim must answer—and Jim could n:
see.
Up the hill climbed the Pollsh hoy
to get from the Woman the answer
that should determine the course of
the future—to determine his futyre
hers and all the strangé snarl of c'r.
cumstance that was to enwrap har
man. With the slow hesltancy that
marks the man who has learned a
strange tongue from booke and (o
whom the sound of Its vowels ig mist
ed over by the remembrance of hiy
richer native tongue, the Polish I,y
brought out his words in careful pri
cision:
“I come back. You have teld him
yvet what I say to you about it?”
“l have told him—he is upsta'rs
now looking at the plans—the gnes
you left, the drawings—— He's a
good man, my man is. He's worked
in the mills for years. He will u;-
derstand.”
(To Be Continued To-morrow.)
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Hardly one wound in ten !s the re
sult of a direct hit nowadays. Most
of our casualties are rom spent shots
shrapnel bullets and splinters.
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The money with which Wesminster
Bridge was bullt was obtained by
means of a lottery sanctioned by Par
liament,
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Medals have aiready been struck in
Germany to commemorate more than
85 “victories” during the present war.
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Margarine must not contain more
than 10 per cent of butter fat.