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THE MAGAZINE PAGE “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tinies TOPAY 'S INSTALLMENT. <np\ right. 1911. Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911 « b y Dodd. Mead & Co.) PART I. Polnsettias. “A remarkable man!” It was not my husband speaking, but Fmne passerby. However. I looked up at George with a smile, and found him looking down at me with much the same humor We had often spoken of the odd phrases one hears in the street, and how interesting it would be sometimes to hear a little more of the conversation. • That’s a case in point." he laughed, as he guided me through the crowd of theatergoers which invariably block this part of Broadway at the hour of 8. “We shall never know whose eulogy we have just heard. ‘A remarkable man!’ There are not many of them." ••No.” was my somewhat indifferent re ply It was a keen winter night and snow was packed upon the walks in away tr» throw into sharp relief the figures of such pedestrians as happened to be walking alone. "But it seems to me that, so far as general appearance goes, the one 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. 1 noticed him when he came out of the Clermont." This was a hotel we had just passed. A Strange Sight. •Rut 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 of whom we were speaking and so had him still in full view W hat'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 P irpose which could not fail to arouse the strangest conjectures in any chance onlooker. “Pilate!" escaped my lips. In a sort of tip»v<>ls chuckle. But George shook his head at me. “I don't like it." he muttered, with un its ai gravity. "Did you see his face'.’’’ Then as the man rose and hurried away from us down the street. "I should like t<» f. How him. 1 do believe—" But here we became aware of a quick rush end sudden clamor around the cor r»*r we had just left. and. turning quick ly. aw that something had occurred on Knacway which was fast causing a tu mult. Wh.a -• the matter?" I cried. "What < i! l ave happened? Let’c go see. George. ’’»?haps it has gorpething to do with our man." My husband, with a final glance down the street at the fast disappearing figure. Gelded to my importunity, and possibly to some new curiosity of his own A Tragedy. “I'd like to stop that man first." said hr. "But what excuse have I? He may be nothing but a crank, with some erack h’ained '<lea in his head. We'll soon know: for there’s certainly something wt' i’g there on Broadway.’’ "Hi came out of the Clermont." I sug p. 1. t know if the excitement Isn’t there. '’ we’ve just seen Is simply a coin- ■ n» # " Then. as we retraced our steps the corner—" Whatever we hear or ••< . don't say anything about this man. after eight, remember, and we prom ed Adela that we would he at the house h fore nine." "I’ll be quiet." "Remember.” It was the last word he had time to speak before we found ourselves in the midst of a crowd of men and women, jostling one another in curiosity or in WIFE’S HEALTH -RESTORED Husband Declared Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound Would Re store Her Health, And It Did. Ashland, Ky. “ Four years ago I seemed to have everything the matter with me. I had fe male and kidney trou ble and was so bad off I could hardly rest day or night. I doc tored wW*- all the best doctors in town and took many kinds of medicine but noth ing did any good un til I tried your won derful remedy, Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege- ~ —T v A* y? table Compound. My husband said it would restore my health and it has.”— Mrs. May Wyatt, Ashland, Ky. There are probably hundreds of thou sands of women in the United States '"ho have been benefitted by this famous old remedy, which was produced from roots and herbs over thirty years ago by » woman to relieve woman’s suffering. Read What Another Woman says: Camden, N. J. —“I had female trou ble and a serious displacement and was tired and discouraged and unabletodo my work. My doctors told me I never could be cured without an operation, but thanks to Lydia E.Pinkham's Vegetable Compound I am cured of that affliction and have recommended it to more than one of my friends with the best results. ” —Mrs. Ella Johnston, 324 Vine St. If you want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (coilfl <!• ntiai) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held iu strict confidence. 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 felt 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 Chailoner!" "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" "Hush! My first duty j s 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 i ser.d for the police?" asked one. "It s better tq 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 was as curious as myself. "We will try the rear I door, where there are fewer persons. ■ Possibly we can make our way in there, jand if we can. Slater will tell us all we i want to know.” i Slater was the assistant manager of j the Clermont, and one of George’s old , est friends. "Then hurry,” said I. "I am being | crushed here.” George d d huny. 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 Blater had not. at that very . instant, shown himself in the doorway, in company with •ap officer to whom he was giving final i instructions. George caught his eye as soon as he was through with the man, and ventured on what 1 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 lhe crowd." The manager glanced at my face, and shouted to the people around us to make room. I felt myself lifted up, and that s 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 had been taken was one 1 had often visited, and its familiar features did not ■ hold my attention for a moment. What ! I did see ami welcome was my husband's I face bending « lose over me. and to him I spoke first. My words must have sound ed oddly to those about. “Have they told you anything about it?" 1 asked. "Did he " A quick pressure on my arm silenced me. and then I noticed that we were not alone. Two or three ladies stood near, watching me. ami 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, ami 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, ami during the re cital I could not prevent myself from casting furtive and inquiring glances at George. ’ Edith, the well-known daughter of Moses Chailoner, had fallen suddenly dead on the fluor of lhe mezzanine. She known to have been m poor healni, 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 all stations of life. » I 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 w’e 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. 1 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 the place win re 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, whore 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 1 ever got to one of those jumping-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 verj 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 titan 1 expected. She was a fat and mother ly soul, and after she'd looked me over she said: "Yer too young to begin with beauty docto's. 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. “Rood first of all. and then rest, if ye can gel it. Then water and soap, like this.” Then she began he: 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 fIvJL- little bails 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 1 felt that all the lines in my face were being ironed out; she bade me close my eyes, and, taking a smaller bail 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 efghteen 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 I 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 a way to make you happy on your salary, and also save money. - /Jr ** » W—x \\J la y t I ilf J K' - i ' Hr -j * ■ JBak 1 * > i< = t r w MISS ETHEL DONALDSON. (One of Ziegfeld’s charming members of "The Winsome Widow" Co.) eye, but never touching the eye itself. I had almost fallen asleep when she began upon the forehead, for which she used a larger hall again, rubbing out Hie weary and tired look which had begun to make me appear years older than 1 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 mo:e 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, and 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: 1 am keeping company with a young man two years my senior and 1 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, ami a spirit of ownership that any man of spirit will resent You are not engaged. He has the right to go with anothe girl. You have the right so 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 tha: 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 mak yourself agreeable she will ask you I to call again NATIONAL SURGICAL! INSTITUTE wLy For the Treatment of ''.iS*. DEFORMITIES £ J ESTABL,SHED ,874 - A Jv Give the deformed /. WwV children a chance. / 7TvS \ •Uil Sendustheir / \ names, we can /Il \ help them. ' ''J This Institue Treats Club Feet, Dis eases of the Spine, Hip Joints, Paraly sis, etc. Send for illustrated catalog. 72 South Pryor Street. Atlanta, Ga. PILES CURED FOR 50c. There has been many cases of plies cured by a single 50c box of Tetterlne. Tctterine cures all skin and scalp erup tions. itching plli-s, dar.ire.ff, old ores, eczema, tetter and ringworm. Tetterlne can be had at all druggists or i by sending 50c tu J. H. Shuptrine, Sa vannah, Ga. 1 graduated balls and some of Miss O'Brien's cucumber stuff and some of her cream. The last two 1 used up long ago. but 1 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 find 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 conse<iuence. Baker Rogers is a specialist He knows one thing—how to make good, clean, pure, wholesome an <1 delicious white bread. People who know say that he does this better than any one in the South. So Baker Rogers is content. Nothing but Rogers Bread is baked in the Hogel’s Ba kery. All Baker Rogers’ thought, skill, care and money goes into the making of his famous white bread. Small wonder that it is known as best bread. Demand it of your grocer. Jos. Rogers Co. 57 Highland Ave. By Massengale Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By Frances L. Garside EXTRACTS FROM MOTHER'S DIARY. VERYONE." Mrs. bysander John Appleton always claimed, "should keep a. diary. Think now 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 bysander John shaving with extra care today. I feel that he is Drifting Away from Me. 1 will have to watch him, January 10.—bysander 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 army aero planes are so designed that their wings 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 Audlern church, in Cheshire, the curfew is regularly rung, after w hich 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 6.3 pounds of water from freezing to the boiling point. The term "spinster” owes its origin to the fact that tn olden times the law did not permit a woman to mari-y 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 1 1-2 per cent al cohol; bitter, up to 10 percent. 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 1 know better. When a man sits and looks into the fire like that, he 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, bysander John came home a new wav today., I must, look into that. Some Woman lives on that street, I will wa ger. Oh, I know the men! February 2 —T 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 bysander John. February s—Was so proud at the concert tonight. Daysey Mayme sang louder than any one else on the pro gram bysander 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 servatory. and not the "setting room.” It is discouraging work uplifting a man. February 9—bysander John said he 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, the duplicity of these men! February 10—It is all well enough for women's magazines to tell women they must keep the wrinkles sway, but how can a woman do It when ahe has a man to watch? We had cold corned beef for supper. bysander John read no more. His anticipation ot 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. A SPLENDID FOOD TOO SELDOM SERVED In the average American house hold Macaroni is far too seldom 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 tive It is clean and pure—made by Americans in spotless, sunshiny kitch ens. Your grocer can supply you with Faust Macaroni—in sealed packages 5c and 10c Write for free Book of Recipes. MAULL BROS., St. Louis, Mo.