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“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
. .nvright. 1911. Street * Smith.)
..right? 1911, by Dodd. Mead & Co.)
PART I.
Poinsettia*.
*■ \ remarkable man.
p was not my husband speaking, but
, ome passerby. However, I looked up
. George with a smile, and found him
looking down at me with much the same
.. ... . We had often spoken of the odd
nu n *
phrases one hears in the street, and how
Interesting it would be sometimes to hear
little more of the conversation.
■ That's a case in point," he laughed,
he guided me through the crowd of
tleatergoers which Invariably block this
part f Broadway at the hour of 8. "We
shall never know whose eulogy we have
j v;<: heard 'A remarkable man!' There
br e not many of them. "
was my somewhat indifferent re
,. it was a keen winter night and snow
nas packed upon the walks in away
throw into sharp relief the figures of
Fllch pedestrians as happened to be
walking alone. "But it seems to me that,
tm far as general appearance goes, the
( ,r.e in front answers your description
most admirably.”
I pointed to a man hurrying around the
corner Just ahead of us.
Yes, he’s remarkably well built. I
noticed him when he came out of the
Clermont."
This was a hotel we had Just passed.
A Strange Sight.
But It’s not only that. It’s his
height his very striking features, his
expression—” I stopped suddenly, grip
ping George's arm impulsively In a sur
prise he seemed to share. We had turned
the corner immediately behind the man
Os whom we were speaking and so had
him still in full view.
What's he doing?” I asked, in a low
whisper. We were only a few feet be
hind "Look! look! don't you call that
curious'."’
My husband stared, then uttered a low
Rather " The man ahead of us, pre
senting in every respect the appearance
of a gentleman, had suddenly stooped to
the curb and was washing his hands In
the snow, furtively, but with a vigor and
purpose which could not fail to arouse
the strangest conjectures in any chance
onlooker.
Pilate!” escaped my lips, in a sort of
nervous chuckle. But George shook his
head at me.
"1 don’t like it,” he muttered, with un
usual gravity. "Did you see his face?”
Then as the man rose and hurried away
from us down the street. "I should like
to follow him. 1 do believe—”
But here we became aware of a quick
rush and sudden clamor around the cor
ner we had Just left, and, turning quick
ly, saw that something had occurred on
Broadway which was fast causing a tu
mult.
"What's the matter?” I cried. "What
can have happened? Let’c go see. George.
Perhaps it has something to do with our
man."
My husband, with a final glance down
the street at the fast disappearing figure,
yielded to my Importunity, and possibly
I to some new curiosity of his own.
A Tragedy.
"I'd like to stop that man first," said
he "But what excuse have I? He may
he nothing but a crank, with some crack
brained idea in his head. We ll soon
know; for there’s certainly something
wrong there on Broadway.”
He came out of the Clermont.” I sug
gested
I know. If the excitement isn't there,
what we've just seen is simply a coin
cidence." Then, as we retraced our steps
the corner—“ Whatever we hear or
sec. don't say anything about this man.
it s after eight, remember, and we prom
ised Adela that we would be at the house
before nine.”
"I’ll be quiet.”
"Remember."
was the last word he had time to
speak before we found ourselves in the
n,.ds: of a crowd of men and women,
Jostling one another in curiosity or in
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the consternation following a quick alarm.
All were looking one way, and, as this
was towards the entrance of the Cler
mont. it was evident enough to us that
the alarm had indeed had its origin in
the very place we had anticipated. I
felf my husband's arm press me closer
to his side as we worked our way to
wards the entrance, and presently caught
a warning sound from his lips as the
oaths and confused cries everywhere sur
rounding us were broken here and there
by articulate words and we heard:
“Is it murder?”
"The beautiful Miss Challoner!"
“A millionairess in her own right!”
"Killed, they say.”
"No, No! suddenly dead; that's all.”
Woman’s Curiosity.
"George, what shall we do?” I man
aged to cry into my husband's ear.
Get out of this. There is no chance
of our reaching that door, and I can't
have you standing round any longer in
this icy slush.”
"But—but is it right?” I urged, in an
importunate whisper. “Should we go
home while he”— r
“Hush! My first duty is to you. We
will go make our visit; but tomor
row”—
"I can't wait till tomorrow,” I pleaded,
wild to satisfy my curiosity in regard
to an event in which 1 naturally felt a
keen personal interest.
He drew me as near to the edge of
the crowd as he could. There were new
murmurs all about us.
"If it's a case of heart-failure, why
send for the police?" asked one.
"It's better to have an officer or two
here," grumbled another.
"Here comes a cop.”
''Well, I'm going to vamoose."
“I'll tell you what I’ll do," whispered
George, who for. all his bluster wss as
curious as myself. "We will try the rear
door, where there are fewer persons.
Possibly we can make our way in there,
and if we can. Slater will tell us all we
want to know."
Slater was the assistant manager of
the Clermont, and one of George's old
est friends.
"Then hurry," sai'd I. "I am being
crushed here.*'
George did hurry, and in a few min
utes we were before the rear entrance of
the great hotel. There was a mob gath
ered there also, but it was neither so
large nor so rough as the one on Broad
way. Yet I doubt If we should have been
able to work our way through it if Slater
had not. at that very instant, shown
himself in the doorway, In company with
an officer to whom he was giving final
instructions. George caught his eye as
soon as he was through with the man,
and ventured on what I thought a rather
uncalled-for plea.
A Hasty Refuge.
"Let us in, Slater,” he begged "My
wife feels a little faint; she has been
knocked about so by the crowd."
The manager glanced at my face, and
shouted to the people around us to make
room. I felt myself lifted up, and that Is
all I remember of this part of our adven
ture. For, affected more than I realized
by the excitement of the event, I no soon
er saw the way cleared for our entrance
than I made good my husband's words by
fainting away In earnest.
When I came to, it was suddenly and
with perfect recognition of my surround
ings. The small reception room to which
I ha<f been taken was one I had often
visited, and its familiar features did not
hold my attention for a moment. What
I did see and welcome was my husband's
face bending close over me, and to him I
spoke first. My words must have sound
ed oddly to those about. "Have they
fold you anything about it?” I asked.
“Did he—"
A quick pressure on my arm silenced
me, and then 1 noticed that we were not
alone. Two or three ladies stood near,
watching me, and one had evidently been
using some restorative, for she held a
small vinaigrette in her hand. To this
lady George made haste to introduce me,
and from her I presently learned the
cause ,of the disturbance in the hotel.
A Big Mystery.
It was of a somewhat different nature
from what I expected, and during the re
cital 1 could not prevent myself from
casting furtive and inquiring glances at
George.
Edith, the well-known daughter of
Moses Challoner, had fallen suddenly
dead on the floor of the mezzanine. She
was not known to have been in poor
health, still less in danger of a fatal at
tack. and the shock was consequently
great to her friends, several of whom
were in the building. Indeed, it was
likely to prove a shock to the whole com
munity, for she had great claims for
general admiration and her death must
be regarded as a calamity to persons in
ail stations of life.
1 realized this myself, for I had heard
much of the young lady's private virtues,
as well as of her great beauty and dis
tinguished manner. A heavy loss, in
deed, but —
"Was she alone when she fell?" I
asked.
"Virtually alone. Some persons sat on
the other side of the room, reading at
the big round table. They did not even
hear her fall. They say that the band
was playing unusually loud in the musi
cians’ gallery.”
"Are you feeling quite well, now?"
"Quite myself,” I gratefully replied as
I rose slowly from the sofa. Then, as
my kind informer stepped aside, I turned
to George with the proposal that we
should go now.
Anxious to Leave.
He seemed as anxious as myself to
leave, and together we moved towards
the door, while the hum of excited com
ment which the Intrusion of a .fainting
woman had undoubtedly interrupted, re
commenced behind us till the whole room
buzzed.
In the hall was encountered Mr. Slater,
whom I have before mentioned. He was
trying to maintain order while himself
in a state of great agitation. Seeing us,
he could not refrain from whispering a
few words into my husband's ear
"The doctor had just gone up—her doc
tor, I mean. He's simply dumbfounded.
Says that she was the healthiest woman
In New York yesterday. I think—don't
mention it—that he suspects something
quite different from heart failure."
"What do you mean?" asked George,
following the assistant manager down the
broad flight of steps leading to the of
fice Then, as I pressed up close to Mr.
Slater's other side. "She was by herself,
wasn't she, in the half floor above?"
"Yes, and had been writing a letter.
She fell with it still in her hand "
"Have they carried her to her room*"
I eagerly inquired, glancing fearfully up
at the large semi-circular openings over
looking us from 'he place where she had
fallen.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites
• Simple Aids For the Country Miss
By ETHEL DONALDSON.
I DON'T believe that any girl on the
stage worries about her looks when
she's well and happy and not work
ing too hard in a play that she likes,
where the ghost walks regularly with
well-filled pay envelopes. But when
you're out in Pocatello, miles and
miles from home, with months of one
night stands behind you and the same
before you. and only what the hotels
out there call plain cooking to sustain
you. well, that's the time when you
get out all the secrets of beauty that
you ever heard of and try them on
yourself if you’ve got that much en
ergy left.
It was the first time that I ever got
to one of those jutnping-off places,
where we had played a matinee per
formance and had an evening perform
ance and a twenty-four hour jolt on
the railroad to look forward to that
I decided that the home folks who had
said I was a pretty girl were very
much mistaken. I looked at myself in
one of the cracked two-by-four dress
ing room mirrors, and decided that I
would try first aid to the beauty
seeker.
I found a modest little sign swinging
over the door of a modest looking
house, which announced that Miss
O’Brien was disposed to do face cul
ture. I liked the name O’Brien and
trusted that she was disposed to "cul
ture” me.
A Motherly Soul.
Miss O’Brien was all and more than
I expected. She was a fat and mother
ly soul, find after she'd looked me over
she said:
"Yer too young to begin with beauty
doctors, but I’ll give ye one of these
here little wooden things for to mas
sage yerself with, and when yer tired,
you just remember what old Miss
O’Brien told ye.
"Food first of all, and then rest, if ye
can get it. Then water and soap, like
this.”
Then she began her beauty culture
and as it's the only kind I've ever
tried, and the kind I'm going to stick
to, I’ll pass it along to you, for dear
Miss O'Brien lives so far away that it
won't interfere with her trade.
She began by washing my face with
warm water and a clean piece of Turk
ish towel; after that she soaked some
more of the toweling In the juice of a
cucumber, which she kept in a glass
Jar, and which was nice and soothing
if a little sticky, on the skin.
Without washing this off, she rubbed
quite a lot of cold cream over my face,
and then produced four or five little
balls of different sizes, some not larger
than marbles, and the biggest about
the size of an early Bermuda potato.
They were made of plain wood, and
polished but not painted.
She used the large ball for my neck,
chin and cheeks, rubbing it quickly
over the skin and pressing it with the
palm of her hand. When she was
through with that she took a ball of
smaller size, ran it up and down the
creases on the side of my nose, until
I felt that all the lines in my face were
being ironed out; she bade me close
my eyes, and, taking a smaller ball yet.
very gently massaged around the eyes,
under the eye-socket and above 'the
Advice to the Lovelorn
By Beatrice Fairfax
LEARN TO LOVE HIM LESS.
Dear Miss Eairfax:
I am eighteen years old and am
very much in love with a young
man four years my senior. I know’
this young man likes me very much,
but still he goes with another girl.
I love this man dearly. Please tell
me how I can win him. LOUISE.
There is no rule by which a girl can
compel a man's love, but of this I am
sure: That the girl who is indifferent
to men is more admired by them than
one who confirms, even to himself, that
she is madly in love.
Let him go with the other girl, and
if you have opportunity, encourage his
attentions to her. That will bring him
to your side quicker than if you sought
to discourage him.
LET THE MATTER DROP.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I've been acquainted with a
young man of about 26 years of
age for about five months. I met
him through business, and recently
I asked him to call on me. He
called at the house several times,
and the last time he called he said
he would telephone me during the
week or the first part of the fol
lowing week. So far 1 have neither
seen nor heard of him.
CAMILLE.
If you urge him- to come, it will look
like excessive zeal on your part.
He knows how to find you; let him
make the next step. A girl makes no
greater mistake than to let a man see
she is desirous of securing his atten
tion.
MOST DECIDEDLY YES.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am madly In love with one of
the best girls in the world, and as
I only make s2l a week I feel that
I can not marry her. But I will
get a raise of $5 in six months.
Would you have me tell her to
wait? MAURICE.
Tell her you love her. You will be
getting $26 a week by fall, and if she
is the nice, sensible girl I take her to
be. she will spend the intervening time
In acquiring a knowledge of practical
housekeeping If she loves you, she will
find away to make you happy on your
salary, and also save money.
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eye. but never touching the eye itself.
I had almost fallen asleep when she
began upon the forehead, for which
she used a larger ball again, rubbing
out the weary and tired look which
had begun to make me appe.ar years
older than I really was.
The Final Touch.
After she had gotten all through she
wiped the cream away, and, then ap
plied hot water again to my face and
more cucumber juice, but this time it
was scented with cologne and wasn't
sticky.
When i got through with my face
treatment. 1 felt like a new person, anti
I'm sure I looked like one. Dear Miss
O’Brien beamed as delightfully as if
she had accomplished an important
feat.
Os course, I bought the little wooden
HE HAS THAT PRIVILEGE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am keeping company with a
young man two years my senior
and I love him very much. He told
me he loved me, too. But I caught
him with another girl. Will you
kindly advise me what to do?
A. G. X.
I do not like that word "caught." It
implies doubt, suspicion, jealousy, nag
ning, a lack of faith and fairness, and
a spirit of owmership that any man of
spirit will resent.
You are not (engaged. He has the
right to go with another girl. You
have the right to go with another
man. Do not make a prisoner of him
because he loves you, and do not make
a tyrant of yourself.
If you want him to ignore other
women, give him to understand trial
you don't care how many he goes with
IT WOULD BE PROPER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Is it proper for a man, meeting
a young lady socially a number
of times, to ask if he may call, or
must he wait until she invites him?
IMPATIENT.
Ask if you may call, and if you make
yourself agreeable she will ask yon
to call again
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graduated balls and some of Mis?
O'Brien’s cucumber stuff and some of
her cream. The last two I used up long
ago, but I find that I can always em
ploy any other good cold cream and
lotion instead.
I massage my face as she told me to
whenever I am tired, and And that it Is
not only great fun to do it, but that the
results are always very encouraging,
and that after one of these treatments
I look much refreshed and feel much
happier in consequence.
/ A
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He knows one thing—how
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People who know say
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Daysey May me and Her Folks
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EXTRACTS FROM MOTHER'S
DIARY.
{ ( TAVERYON'E," Mrs. Lysander
John Appleton always claimed,
"should keep a diary. Think
how enlightening the story of today’s
doings will be to Posterity."
Mrs. Appleton practices what she
preaches. She kept a diary. And Ly
sander John, while looking in her writ
ing desk for a nail, found it. Being a
Man. and Unscrupulous, he read the
following from its pages:
January 4—l ironed this morning.
Will have to put my blue waist back
Into the wash because the starch stuck.
I noticed Lysander John shaving with
extra care today. I feel that he is
Drifting Away from Me. I will have to
watch him.
January 10. —Lysander John sat all
Do You Know—
The wonderful machine which makes
pins measures and cuts the wire, points
and polishes it, puts a head on one end,
repolishes the pins, and puts them by
rows Into the papers in which they are
sold.
Some of the newer French armj'aero
planes are so designed that their wilngs
can be folded, thus enabling them to
be towed on their own wheels behind
an automobile.
Single orange trees have been known
to produce 20,000 oranges, while a lem
on tree seldom yields more than 8,000
lemons.
At the 600-year-old Audiem church,
in Cheshire, the curfew is regularly
rung, after which the date of the month
is tolled—a survival of the times when
no almanacs existed.
The amount of heat produced by an
average man in a day’s work is suffi
cient to raise 63 pounds of water from
freezing to the boiling point.
The term "spinster” owes its origin
to the fact that in olden times the law
did not permit a woman to marry until
she has spun a complete set of linen.
The thermometer which has served as
a model for all those made ever since
was constructed by Fahrenheit at Am
sterdam in 1720.
Cuba’s best customer of cigars is
Great Britain, which takes 60,000,000
every year.
Mild beer has 1 to 11-2 per cent al
cohol; bitter, up to 10 per cent.
Salt is produced in almost every
country in the world.
Hard boiled eggs take four and a
half hours to digest.
Only one person in 15,000 reaches the
age of 100 years.
of last -evening and gazed into the
grate. He said he was thinking of busi
ness, but I know better. When a man
sits and looks into the fire like that, ho
Is thinking of a Woman! When it is
business he is thinking of he has a
pencil in his hand. Heard today of a
new way to make squash pie.
January 15.—Chauncey Devere failed
to pass the examination, but it was the
teacher's fault. She is so jealous of
his wonderful brain she is keeping him
back. Lysander John came home a new
way today. I must look into that. Some
Woman lives on that street, I will wa
ger. Oh, I know the men!
February 2—-I am not satisfied with
the results of henna. Some say com
mon wash soda will give as pretty a
color to the hair. I have a new wrin
kle, caused by watching Lysander John.
February s—Was so proud at the
concert tonight. Daysey Mayme sang
louder than any one else on the pro
gram. Lysander John must give up ci
gars to add to the fund for cultivating
her voice.
February 7—l am trying to make my
husband understand that the room in
which we keep the palm is the con
servators-, and not the "setting room."
It is discouraging work uplifting a man.
February 9 Lyeander John said be
had to go to the office tonight. I didn't
say a word. But I followed him! Os
course, he went to the office. He did
that because he must have known I was
on his track. Oh. tho duplicity of these
men!
February 10—It Is all well awugft
for women’s magazines to tell women
they must keep the wrinkles away, but
how can a woman do it when she has a
man to watch? We had cold earned
beef for supper.
Lysander John read no mars. His
anticipation of the great mental stimu
lant posterity would find in the book
overcame him. and he sat like one who
Is dazed beyond the power of thinking
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In the average American house
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served. It is such a splendid food
and one that is so well liked that
it should be served at one meal
every day. Let it take the place
of potatoes. Macaroni has as
great a food value as potatoes and is
ever so much more easily digested.
Faust Macaroni is made from richly
glutinous, American grown Durum
wheat. It is every bit as finely fla
vored and tenderly succulent as the im
ported varieties,and you can be posi
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Americans in spotless, sunshiny kitch
ens.
Your grocer can supply you with Faust
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