Atlanta Georgian. (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, October 26, 1912, NIGHT, Image 9

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    THE QEOBGIAM’S MAOAZME, PAGE
‘ Initials Only" * By Anna Katherine Green
/I Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
■ipvright, 1911, Street & Smith.)
right, 1911, by Dodd, Mead Co )
today ’S installment.
e was on the mezzanine floor of
tt ., del where she lived. She was seem
,e rappy and had been writing a letter
, ,’ter to me which they never for
v -fled. There was no one else by but
, strangers—good people whom cne
< believe. She was crossing the floor,
suddenly she threw up her hands
p . fell. A thin, narrow paper cutter
~ . n her grasp: and it flew into the
some say she struck herself with
•utter; for when they picked her up
, . found a wound in her breast which
~a cutter might, have made."
K.lith? Never!”
~, words were chokingly said He was
ng- almost falling, but he steadied
himself
Who says that?" he asked.
was the coroner’s verdict."
And she died that way—died?"
Immediately.
After writing to you?”
‘Yes
What was in that letter?"
Nothing of threat, they say. Only just
( »er and expressions of hope dust like
the others. Mr. Brothehson."
And they accuse her of taking her
( ,«-n life" Their verdict is a lie. They did
not know her."
hen, after some moments of wild and
onfused feeling, he declared, with a
operate effort at self-control.
V, --Sid that some believe this Then
• »■« must be others who do not. ,What
,n they say?”
Nothing. They simply feel as you do.
. see no reason for the act and no
evidence of her having meditated it.
Her father and her friends Insist besides
that she was incapable of such a horror.
■ hr mystery of it Is killing us all—me
above others, for I’ve had to show you a
• r-perful face, with by brain reeling and
n\ heart like lead in my bosom.”
s » held out her hands. She tried to
draw his attention to herself—not from
er' sentiment of egotism, but to break,
f e could, the strain of these insup
p l iable horrors where so short a. time be-
. Hope sang and Life reveled in re
era kened joys.
Perhaps some faint realization of this
leached him. for presently he caught her
b> the hands and bowed his head upon
he shoulder and finally let her seat him
again, before he said:
I>o they know of—of my interest In
this?"
Yes: they know about the two O. B s ”
Tiie two—" He was on his feet again)
l. only for a moment; hls weakness was
greater than his will power.
Orlando and Oswald Brotherson." she
explained, in answer to his broken appeal.
Your brother wrote letters to her as
«p|| as you, and signed them just as you
<> i with his) initials only. These letters
«»re found in her desk, and he was sup
posed. for a time, to have been the au
thor of all that were so signed. But
they found out the difference after a
while Yours were easily recognized
ester they learned there was another O.
B. who loved her."
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i
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The words were plain enough, but the
stricken listener did not take them In.
her carried no meaning to him. How
should they- The verv 1d „ sbp Sl , l|ght
u impress upon him by this seemingly
careless allusion was an Incredible one
him ,n Un s ft her dreadfu l '»*>< to tell
him the hard, bare truth.
' T , our brother -" sa,d she. "was de
moted to .Miss Chailoner, too. He even
backVhi'°, rn , arry her 1 ca " " ot
and i 3 aCt ’ ft is known everywhere,
and by everybody but you.”
curve His lips took an irot l!cal
e, as he uttered the word. This was
. girls imaginative fancy to him.
saw her d ° nfVer knt " h "’ "‘'er
saw her. never
met ,ler at Lenox.” ’ ■
rhe name produced its effect Ha
stared, made an effort to think, repeated
his hold'" 10 h ! m,elf: lheTl suddenly lost
suggested P , n lUea Whlch ,ha ' "•ord
1t m t’ ■ ,ru « leU a^'r > for it. seized
KJn an instant of madness and shouted
there eS '” ' e a S ; remembOr - tsent bim
again ‘ paused ’ his mind blank
tn rIS - frlff btened to her verv soul,
hot onH m l ' ab ° Ut f ° r h ’ ,P: ” Ut Sb * did
for htsf r s,de - she dld not dara ro-
of h?e th' PS , , a<i re °pened; the continuity
of h s thoughts had returned; he was go
ing to speak
came ’.k' h ' m thW * ” Tbe words
came tn a sort of shout. "I was
so hungry to bear of her and ;
flight he might mention her in his let-
Wharfth 11 , 6 ’ tnsane! He - ,aw ' her and—
what s that you said about hts loving her"
He couldnt have loved her; he’s not of
the loving sort. They’ve deceived you
vlth strange tales. They’ve deceived the
hole world with fancies and mad dreams
He may have admired her, but loved her
no. or If he had, he would have respect
ed my claims."
"He did not know them.”
A laugh: a laugh which paled Doris
cheek: then his tones grew even again,
fatmlT' Came baCk and he muttered
that is true. 1 sa id nothing to hint,
lie had the right to court her—and he
did. you say: wrote to her: Imposed him
self upon her, drove her mad with im
portunities she was forced to rebuke; and
—and what else? There Is something
else. Tell me: I will know it all."
He was standing now, his feebleness all
gone, passion In every lineament and his
eye alive and feverish, with emotion.
.1 ell me. he repeated, with unrestrained
vehemence. "Tell me all. Kill me with
sorrow but save me from being unjust.”
"He wrote her a letter; it frightened
her. He followed it up by a visit—"
Doris paused: the sentence hung sus
pended She had heard a step a hand on
the door.
Orlando had entered the room.
Atone.
Oswald had heard nothing, seen nothing
But he took note of Doris’ silence, and
turning towards her in frenzy saw what
had happened, and so was in a measure
prepared for the stern, short sentence
which now rang through the room:
"Wait, Miss Scott’ you tell the story
badly, bet him listen to me. From my
mouth only shall he hear the stern and
seemingly unnatural part I played in this
family tragedy."
The face of Oswald hardened. Those
pliant features —beloved for their gracious
kindliness—set themselves in lines which
altered them almost beyond recognition;
but his voice was not without some of its
natural sweetness, as, after a long and
hollow look at the other’s composed coun
tenance. he abruptly exclaimed:
“Speak! 1 am bound to listen; you are
my brother."
Orlando turned towards Doris She was
slipping away.
"Don’t go," said he
But she was gone.
Slowly he turned back.
Oswald raised his hand and checked the
| words with which he w ould have begun
| hts story.
"Never mind the beginnings." said he.
i "Doris has told all that. You saw Miss
IChalloner in Lenox admired her offered
ourself to her and afterwards w-rote her
la threatening letter because she rejected
i you.”
To Be Continued in Next Iseue.
MOTHER OF
LARGEJAMILY
Tells How She Keeps Her
Health Happiness For
Those Who Take
Her Advice.
Scottville, Mich. —“I want to tell you
how much good Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg-
etableCompound and
H Sanative Wash have
done me. I live on a
f arm andhave worked
very hard. I am
forty-five years old,
and am the mother
of thirteen children.
Many people think
it strange that I am
not broken down
with hard work and
the care of my fam
ily. but I tell them of my good friend,
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound, and that there will be no back
ache and bearing down pains for them if
they will take it as I have. lam scarcely
ever without it in the house.
“I will say also that I think there is
no better medicine to be found for young
girls. My eldest daughter has taken
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound for painful periods and irregular
ity, and it has helped her.
“I am always ready and willing to
speak a good word for Lydia E. Pink
ham’s Vegetable Compound. I tell every
one I meet that I owe my health and
happiness to your wonderful medicine.”
Mrs. J.G. Johnson, Scottville, Mich.,
R.F.D. 3.
Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com
pound. made from native roots and herbs,
contains no narcotics or harmful drugs,
find today holds the record of being the
most successful remedy for woman’s ills
known.
RzanuHr irx \/-.n «■> Belle Baker Tells Hoiv Hard Work and Good,
Deauiy m V audeville C/<w „ Ltving Has Preserved Her Good Looks
• so
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Bv MARGARET HUBBARD
AYER.
OUTSIDE the theater the great big
electric sign spelled “Belle
Baker” in flashing letters, pro
claiming to all the world how im
portant a person that young favorite
is in vaudeville.
But behind the scenes in her dress
ing room Belle Baker, wrapped up in
two warm kimonos, despite the warm
weather, was shivering with nervous
ness and worry, and was far removed
from the joyous and joy-inspiring ar
tist who wins the hearts of her audi- i
ence by her excellent coined) work, her |
rich voice, and her winning personal- J
ity.
“Oh, I'm always so nervous every I
Monday," said Miss Baker, looking at |
me with great big mournful eyes.
"But this Is Tuesday. Why should i
you worry? Besides, you’re a head- >
liner and you always make good. .
Doesn't the electric sign say so?"
Belle Baker wouldn’t be comforted.
She is not yet nineteen years old
that is. her actual age; not her stage
age.
Her pretty round fate is still that of 1
a child, and only the great, big. dark ;
eyes show that Belle Baker's career
has not always been an easy one. and '
that her success has been earned by i
much work, hard struggle and anxiety.
I am going to repeat what Miss
Baker told me about her life, because
while 1 hope it will scare some foolish
girls from the mad desire of breaking
into vaudeville, it will show others,
those few who really have tiie talent,
nerve, persistency, and who lack vanity
enough to learn by their own mistakes. ■
that this great country of ours is full
of opportunities for the girl with the
right spirit.
You've probably all seen Belle Baker;
you know that she can take her audi
ence right along with her; you've seen
her name printed in fat type on the
program, you know that site's the hit
of the bill, and that she gets a corre
sponding big salary.
"I know I’m foo.ish to worry," ex- |
plained Miss Baker to me. "But you
see, there's responsibility; it Just J
weighs me down. The responsibility
of making good at every single per- ;
formance, and especially Monday, with ;
a new audience at a new theater.
“I always feel I have to ‘make good - i
all over again, and that's why 1 just !
dread Monday so. and why I get so !
nervous that T almost lose my voice,,,
and I'm always hoarse and sick.
"I've been working for a long time,
ever since I was a little bit of a girl,
and I've had heavy responsibilities, my
parents to take care of, and now that
I’m really doing well 1 always worry,
for fear that something will happen
"When I wfls a little girl I worked ,
in a waist factory; I was so little and I
so much under age that when the sac- j
tory inspector came around they used j
Do You Know—
A new patent that will Interest men
who would like to discard suspenders,
but are not partial to tight belts, is a
shirt with "a plurality of lapels." which
are designed to he attache,] to the
trousers for their support. The trous
ers being thus lu-ld up. suspenders ma-,
be dispensed witii and belts worn com
fortably loose.
In Iceland every man and woman over
the age of twenty-five is allowed a
vote, and women are eligible for office
under the state.
Under certain conditions local au
thorities In Prussia are permitted to
tax Incomes below S2OO a year.
In the Dominion of Canada <>nt of
the 24,000-odd miles of railways the
govi'rnmentVowns over I.7a*.
Having sixty stops . nd S 000 pipes,
the organ at Haarlem. Norm Holland, is.
one of the largest in Europe.
There ate S4o sailing ships and fifty
steamships over fifty years old in the
Bi it isii met eha nt service
Timbei from forests belonging to th.
Prussian -late brings in an annual rev
nee us $30,000,000.
Ilermon arni l-'iame spend annua.ly
er $10,200,000 on forestry.
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MISS BELLE BAKER. ONE OF B. F. KEITH’S STARS. IN TWO CHARM
ING POSES.
to put me in the big boxes and cover
me over with the waists. Then 1 sold
lemonade for a time, and finally I got
a little engagement with Jacob Adler
at his theater.
“Oh, that was a wonderful time, be
cause that was where I gut so much of
my training. Everybody worked with
their whole heart and soul in that the
ater, and I learned to do it too. Mr.
and Mrs. Adler were wonderfully kind
and clever, and they taught and en
couraged me a great deal. But. alas,
the theater closed down, and 1 couldn't
find any kind of an engagement.
"There was nothing 1 could do. My
mother was ill, and 1 felt all tiie re
sponsibility of her welfare resting on
me: finally I got a job at a moving
picture theater. I signed with them for
SSO a week, but before 1 began with
them I sang one Sunday night at the
Academy of Music. and got several of
fers from managers right away. But I
felt that I hurl promised the moving
picture people, and that I mustn’t go
back on my word. So I went down and
sang between the pictures all the after
noons and evenings, and sent my moth
er to tiie country with the money I
had made.
"Well, in a little while I felt *hat I
could end that engagement and take
one of the better ones that had been of
fered. me In straight vaudeville. So I
was sent out on tour, and I did make
good that time."
Miss Baker's eyes beamed That tour
seems to have boon a triumphant pro
cesston in which Hie bugbear of New
York had not ret appeared
"Well" continued Miss Raker. "the
managers thought I was doing so tvell
out there that they sent for mo to
come to Now York. But It was n very
different tlnng 1 only bad a little old
dress that I had worn at a wedding
and. oh, It/was very sad indeed
"One critic especially simply roasted
me to n finish. 1 had «avcd enough
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The best food that comes in the grocer s
basket—Faust Spaghetti—more nourish
ing than many times its cost in other foods. I
Our free book tells of many delightful way,
to serve it. AT Y OUR GROCBR S
In itealed packages 5c and lOe
1 MAUL!. BROS.. St. l.ou„. M». I
money to stop for a little, and I took
six weeks io get new songs and study,
and get a nice dress. Then I went to
that same critic and said. 'I won't ever
go back on the stage until you say that
my work is good.' He didn't want to
hear me, but I made him. I sang all
my songs through, and his verdict was
‘You're bad, but not quite as bad as you
v <'»e.' 'V« ry well.’ said 1; 'l'm coming
back tomorrow.' He gave me a few
suggestions to improve my work. I
went home and worked on those sug
gestions and came back to sing for him
again the following day.
"Each day he said my pel formanc*
was less impossible than I In- day be
fore. and finally lie gm interested
enough to really help me with my sing,
ing and acting, and every one of his
suggestions was gratefully ac epled and
acted u]« n. <m the day lie .-aid my a< t
was goed I started out and got a new
engagement. and I’ve been working now
steadily for two years.
"Whatever I am I think 1 owe to that
critic and to my husband who man
ages rny business arrangements for me,
and it's the responsibility- of living up
to the good work they expect of me
that worries me so much," concluded
the vaudeville star, with a little shiver
of nervousness.
"Do you know. Miss Baker, I was
going to ask you how you keep/your
health and good looks. You can't help
being young and you are an absolute
contradiction of the adage that says
'Worry makes wrinkles.' "
"I don't do anything but work sleep
and eat." said the headliner, w-fio la stilt
almost a little girl, "but some day . when
I've made enough money , I shall retire
and iiv* comfortably and then perhaps
I can toll you something about the
preservation of beauty. I’ll have mure
time to call my own," said Belle Baker,
as she began making up for the evening
perforn/ance. /
"Vaudeville Isn't nil beer and skit
tles.'" said I to the electric sign as I
passed out. And the sign winked in a
allowing way.
The Blindness of Youth
By Beatrice Fairfax
A YOUNG MAN. one who is un
married. picks up a newspaper.
He turns first to the sports.
Perhaps he reads the telegraphic news;
he undoubtedly does if something sen
sational has occurred.
If he is a thinker, he reads the edito
rials. He looks at the comic pictures,
and then throws the paper away.
A young woman, one who is not mar
ried. picks up a paper. Perhaps she
reads the sporting news; she usually
reads tbe telegraphic news; she always
looks over the society page, and some
times glances up and down the obit
uary column. Occasionally, she reads
the editorials.
But, young man and young woman
alike, there is one pan of the paper
that is always overlooked. It is the
part tlial refers to the onward jump of
high prices!
If potatoes have igone up; If butter
has advanced; if flout has made an
other stride; if it costs more to live
today than it cost yesterday, and there
are threats that it will cost more to
morrow , the young man and young
woman, if Unmarried, think that is a
niattei for mother and father to worry
over.
They are sorry, of course. Or, rath
er. they would be sorr.v if they read
such dire reports. But thev don't read
them!
Letters like the following, of which
scores ate received every day. provc it.
A young man, signing himself John,
w rites;
"I am 22 years of age. and I am keep
ing company with a young lady two
years my Junior. Now, we would like
very much to get married. 1 am earn
ing $lO a week and 1 would like to get,
your opinion as to whether or not we
could get along happily together on said
sutn.”
"When Poverty abideth in the house,"
runs a new maxim. "Love's Young
Dream becomes l.ovr's ('ld Night
mare."
John, no doubt, knows the season's
baseball score. Does he know the score
butter and eggs ,'tave made'.’
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Another Fatal Accident with
Scalding Wash Water.
Anty Drudge—“Ohl Mrs. Happydays. Here’s another
child scalded to death! Too bad. And just to thins,
that could have been avoided if the mother had only
washed with Fels-Naptha soap in the Fels-Naptha
way with cool or lukewarm water. Criminal
negligence, I call it!”
I he woman who considers her health
won't tempt fate by standing for hours over
a steaming tub, opening the pores in her
chest and neck (the very place where grip
and pneumonia strike) and then going right
out in the cold to hang the clothes on the
line.
No need. Wash the Fels-Naptha way—
in cool or lukewarm water. No steam; no
hot water; no nauseous odors.
It saves money and doctor bills, and
keeps hands and face clear and smooth in
stead of chapped and blotchy.
Washing the Fels-Naptha way, does
away with the back-breaking drudgery of
wash-day. No hard rubbing.
Fels-Naptha dissolves the dirt; makes
the clothes look a lot cleaner and fresher
than you could ever get them by boiling
and rubbing.
Clothes last longer, too —washed with
Fels- Naptha. 1 here is no boiling to weaken
the fabric and no hard rubbing to wear it to
shreds. Do your next wash the Fels-Naptha
way. You will be all through in one-half
the time and with one-tenth the effort.
Follow the directions on the red and
green w rapper. Use any time of the year.
HL 1 knows who are winners of the
prize fights. I contend he doesn't know
that flour and meats and potatoes have
Romance down, and that it will not rise
to the count.
A man anfi wife can live on $lO <
week and be happy, but not in a large
city. If they live in a little country
town where there is room for a vege
table garden, and carfare doesn't enter
into the account, and the wife is an
economical housewife. $lO a week leaves
a margin for a rainy day.
But does John smoke? Is his wife a
soda and ice cream victim? Are they
addicted to the moving picture habit?
Do they crave all the little luxuries and
amusements of rhe day. inexpensive,
perhaps, taken singly, but amounting to
the price of a good steak In the course
of a week ?
Will she do the family laundry? Will
she make her own clothes’; Will his
love survive the sacrifice of good dress
ing?
John knows the quality of hts love
Tiie gill knows the quality of hers. I
fear they don't know the cost of liv
ing. A love must he strong, unselfish,
enduring and ideal to live, day after
day, under assaults made upon it by the
grocer and the butcher and the land
lord.
Why not make this a test? Let
John and the girl he loves take that
ten dollars every week and open an
account with an imaginary landlord
butcher, baker, grocer and dry goods
meicliant. If there is anything left at
the end' of the week, they can not be
exultant, for there is a bill of sundries
to be met that sometimes amounts to
half the\ have taken into aicount.
Gas and coal and shoes and ice and
tin doctor, who may come rarely, but
tnek“s his visits count: a hundred and
one Items, all merciless all stubborn
and on the dher side of the ledger the
one word. "Love."
Would it survive" Ask those who
have tried it. They know
Tak> a course in the School of Ex-
I < rieine. am. be grateful that ft ts the
experience of the nan you ask. and not
your ow n.