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Newspaper Page TextTHE GEOBGIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE “Initials Only By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tinies TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. (Copyright, 1911. Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd. Mead A- Co.) “The cloak doesn’t help.’ he declared "No one remembers rhe cloak Ruf the time of Mrs Matkins arrival was all right. She name 1n direct!' on the heels cf thi» catastrophe “She did’ Sweetnater. I will See her Manage it for me at once “The clerk says that it had better be upstairs. She Is a ver* sensitive woman There might be a scene if she wore in tercepted on her wh.\ nu' ” “Very well.' Rut the look which the old detective threw at his bandaged legs was not without its pathos And so It happened that just as Mrs Watkins was watching the wheeling out of her trunks, there appeared in the doorway before her an elderly gentlerfian, whose expression, always benevolent, save, at moments when benevolence would be quite out of keeping with the situation, had for some reason, so marked <n effect upon her that *he cohired under his eve. and. indeed, showed such eml*rrassment. that all doubt of the propriety of his in trusion vanished from the old man's mind. < and with the ease of one onl> too well i accustomed to such scenes, he kindly re- ■ marked “Am I speaking tn Mrs Watkins, of 4 Nashville?’’ “You are," she faltered, with another rapid change of color “1 I am just leaving I hope you will excuse me I “! tvlgh I could.” he smiled, hobbling In and confronting her quietly in her own room “Hut circumstances make it quite Imperative that I should have a few words with you on a topic which nerd not be disag’ ceablp to you. and probably w ill not be M* name is Gryc/ Thin will prob ably convex nothing to you, but I am not vnkrt *vn to the management below, and i my y»ats must certainly give you confl ' deme in the ’propriety of m> errand \ ' t eat » ful and*charming voting woman died here 'ast night May I ask if you knew ■ her “I?” She was trembling violently now. , but whether with indignation or some other more subtle emotion. If would be difficult to say “No; I’m from the South. I never saw the young ladv Why dn you ask? I tfn not rec« gnfzc vnur right. 1 I ” Certain)} her emotion must me that of simple indignation Mr Grjce made one of his low bows. and. propping him- , self against the table he stood before. • remarked civilly . “I had rather not force my rights The matter is sq very ordinary I did not suppose >ou knew Miss Challnner. but , one must Ijegin somehow, and as you came in at| the very moment when the , alarm was raised in the lobby.. I though j perhaps you could toll me something which would aid me in m\ effort to elicit ( the real facts of the case You were crossing the lobbj at the time ” "Yes ” She raised her head. “So were ( a dozen others “Madam.” -the interruption was made ( In his kindliest tones, but In away which , nevertheless suggested authority “Some- , thing was picked up from the floor at that moment. If the dozen you mention | were witnesses to this act we do not know it. But we do know that it did not pass unobserved by you \m 1 not cor- 1 red? Didn’t you see a certain person I will mention no names stoop and pick up something from the lobby floor?” “No” The word came out with start- ' ling violence “I uas conscious of noth- 1 ing but the confusion Sly* was facing him with determination and her eyes were fixed boldly on his face. Rut her lips quivered and her cheeks \\er« white, ' too white now for simple indignation. - - - - - ——T’ “ ' .. Shctect Get the Original and Genuine HO SLICK’S malted milk The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids, and Growing children. Pure Nutrition, up building the whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no substitute. Ask for HORLICK’S. Hot in Any Milk Trust Low Summer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, $19.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - 530.00 KNOXVILLE - $7,90 ! Tickets on Sale Daily. Good J to October 31st, Returning City Ticket Office, 4 Peacitrec CHICHESTER S PILLS y-'i'x. , T . , tr ihamomhibami. A •C**" 1 ’ ” 1 n '• Vz I li F r SOLD BY DRLGGISTS EVERYWHERE “Then I have made a big- mistake, apologized the ever-courteous detective. Will you pardon me'.’ It would have settled a very serious question if it could he found that the object thus picked up was the weapon which killed Miss <’hal loner That is my excuse for the trou ble 1 have given you.” He was not looking at her; he was looking at her hand which rested on the table before which be himself stood. I ; I the fingers tighten a little and dig into the palm they concealed ’ He thought so. and was ver) slow in turning limping |v about toward the door. Meaftwhile, would she speak? No The silence was so marked, he felt it an excuse for steal ing another glance in her direction. She was not looking his way but at a door in the partition wall on her right, and the look was one very akin to anxious fear. The next moment he understood it. The door burst open, and a young girl bound ed into the room, with the merry cry: "AH ready, mother. I’nj glad we are’ going to the Clarendon. I hate hotels where people die almost before your What thp mother said at this outburst is immaterial What the detective <lid Is not. Keeping on his way, he reached the door, but nd to open it wider, rath er to dose it softly but with unmistak able decision The cloak which envel oped the girl was red and full enough to bo called voluminous “Who Is this?” demanded the girl, her indignant glances flashing from one to the other. "I don’t know.” faltered the mother in very evident distress “He says he has a right to ask us questions and he has been asking question* about—about—” ' "Not about me.” laughed the girl, with a toss of her head Mr. Gryce would have corrected in one of his grandchildren. "He can have qothing to say about me.’’ And she began to move about the room In an aimless, half-Insolent way. Mr Gryce stared hard at the few re maining belongings of the two women, lying n a heap on the table, and half rnus nglv. half deprecalingly, remarked: ”Th«- person who stooped wore a long red cloak. Probably you preceded your daughter, Mrs. Watkins.” The ladv thus brought to the point made a quiet gesture toward the girl who suddenly stood still, and, with a ris ing color in her cheeks, answered, with some show of resolution on her own part: “You say your name is Gryce and that you have » right to address me thus pointedly on a subject which you evi <]♦ mils regard as serious. That is not ex act enough for me. Who arc you, sir? What is your business?” ’ I think you have guessed It. 1 am a detective from headquarters. What I want of you I have already staled. Perhaps this young ladv <an tell me what you can not. I shall he pleased If this is so.” “Caroline” Then the mother broke down "Show the gentleman what you picked up from the lobby floor last night.” The girl laughed again, loudly and with evident bravado, before she threw the cloak hack and showed what she had evidently been holding in her hand from the first, n sharp-pointed, gold-handled paper-cutter. “It was lying there and I picked’it up. I cion t see any harm in that." "You probably meant none. You played In this tragic drama," said the old detective looking carefully at the cutter which he had taken in his hand, but not so carefully that he failed to note that the look of distress was not lifted from the mother’s face either by her daugh ter’s words or manner. "You have washed thia?” lie asked "No. Why should I wash it? It was c lean enough I was just going to give it in at the desk I wasn't going to car ry it awa.v ” And she turned aside to the window and began to hum. as though done with the whole matter The old detective rubbed bls chin, j ianevd again at the paper cutter, then at the girl in the window, and lastly at the* mother, who had lifted her head again and was facing him bravely. "It Is very important.” he observed to the latter. that your daughter should be correct in her statcunent as to the condition of this article? when she picked It up. Are you sure she did not wash it?” “I don’t think she did But I’m sure she will tell you the truth about that. Caroline, this is a police matter. Any mistake about it may Involve us in a world of trouble and keep you from get ting bac k home in time for your coming out party Did you did you wash this cutter wtmn you got upstairs, or—or —” she added, with a propitiatory glance at Mr. Gryce “wipe it off at any time be tween then ami now? Don’t answer hast ilv Be sure No one can blame you for that act \nv girl, as thoughtless as v on. might do that.” Mother, how can I tell what 1 did?” Hashed out the girt wheeling round on het heel till she faced them both. ”1 don’t remember doing a thing to it. 1 just brought it up. \ thing like that belongs to the tinder. You needn’t hold it out to wards me like' that I don’t want it now; I m sick of it. Such a lot of talk about a j alirv thing which couldn’t have cost ten dollars. And she wheeled back To Be Continued »n Next Issue. HID 1 tenderizes. Does Not Stop Perspiration. Makes Your Arms and Keet As Pure and Sweet As a Baby's. Large Porcelain Jar 25c FOR SALE BY All Jacobs’ Stores AND DRUGGISTS GENERALLY. SUFFERED 14 YEARS WITH ITCHING PILES. TETTERINE CURES THE CASE V .’ I - >ll i; 1 rt'.r- S•t a. *|) <.a. Keil.nr li/. I , ■ ( i<« tKfclrji pile- ntn i hi. ' • n th« I I tub I' >1 S’ iv i state Chh aji' II me « •>! of Tvtterln* I did n<d use more than half the I*. a »mt ur I ua' entire!} cured - and after fourteen • i - GHADY G Wll>so\ ry yinry-ipi w I m ■ Oph.m Whisfcej and Drug Habit traal* I H|j B Heme nr at JSanltirtum Heok <« auMect Frw DR » M. WOOL UTT. I »4 N Vkiui banitarluni. Atlanta, ua. © © A Fetching Evening Gown Type © © V- waF 'I/--- <1 wF I ■' & Taiga s 1» t ■ 11 K,w 1 /fl J IHK ■■ w |BK jM M\u :<: %i ■ w/B ■Mi v|w ji IB IfferJß SfWEll t / ' f ... , Si f ft j Over < ? an j ( ( underskirt ; of white silk muslin is a second f dress I in black silk muslin, \ on which is placed a tunic of / /open J net-work ' I made of white pearls. The long i white muslin sleeves j a re transpar- j ent. Do You Know- Young men who desire to "walk out" with members of the Bethany Club for Girls, of Chicago, must henceforth sup ply the club ma+ron with a certificate of moral, social and financial reliability. The girls protest that such restrictions destroy the romance of courtship. The American census .has revealed some strange ways of making a living, one man's sole business is bottling smoke from burning hickory logs and selling it for smoking meat in airtight safes, while another occupies himself in robbing walruses of their mustache quills and selling them to the Chinese for toothpicks. It is the duty of bachelors to adopt babies, is one of the maxims of Mr. John O'Connor, a wealthy Chicago mer chant. Mr. O'Connor Is foster-fa the* to six children, all orphans, and he probably knows more about bringing up children than any other unmarried man in the Cnited States. He has had them under his care for four years, and has persuaded three young bache lor friends to follow his example. He says that every unmarried man mak ing more th in »2n a week should adopt an orphan. Some Interesting particulars an- pub lished by the Postal i nion at Berne relative to the eitculation of postcards in different countries of the world. Get. man? leads the way with a milliard and a half per annum, a milliard being one thousand millions. Japan follow.- with Xtil.noo,one and Great Britain will, 545.000.000. For other countries the numbers given are as follows: Austria, I 432,000,000; Russia, 290,000,000; Italy. 137.000,000; Hungary. 113,000,00a. Frame only sends out 30,000.000. prob ably on account of the high rate of postage—ten centimes. x A woman water diviner, who also has the gift of locating naphth., springs ami gold and silver deposits, has been discovered in Vienna. Sthe has made several , xtraordlnary finds recently An association of petroleum well own ers made her an offer recently of a large sum to give them her exclusive service, but she hue accepted another offer from an American multi-million aire to go to the United States on his behalf. He is understood to be seeking for potash fields. The diviner is to be i paid a fee that runs into tlx. figures : and is to have, moreover, a princely allow anc, for traveling expens b CASTOR IA For Infants and Children, The Kind You Have Always Bought Bsars the z - Signature ot I Daysey Mayme and Her Folks Ry FRANCES L. GARSIDE. THE INNOCENT CAUSE. rpHE Old-Fashioned Woman had 4 arrived at the home of Lysander John Appleton the day’ before. Though she traveled alone, and the dis tance was short, she carried with her an enormous basket in which were packed fried chicken, doughnuts and plbs, to eat on the train. "There's no telling," she said, when packing up a lunch that would have' lasted the inhabitants of the ark for a weej;, "what will happen when one gets on the train these days." In her little country home, the fami ly went to bed at 9. She was scan dalized when the Appletons sat up till 12. She decided she wouldn’t tell P.i about such late hours when she wrote home; he might think she had fallen Into evil ways She awoke at 4 o'clock. “Mercy," she said to herself, "but I am getting shift less: I ought to have been up a full half hour ago." “Town folks," she mused when she had dressed and heard no one stirring, "do get lazy. Perhaps Lysander and Martha don't get up till 5." She read a chapter in her Bible, sat at the window and looked out over the city, apologizing to herself as she did it. for to sit with idle hands IN THE MORNING was a crime in her part of the world. Five o'clock came, and still no one stirred. She began to grow uneasy. She had read of such horrible things happening in a big city. Perhaps a burglar had been in the house in the ■ night. Perhaps he had committed a worse crime!.. If she could only hear a snore! What I comfort, what assurance, there would ; be in a ?noie! She would know then li the family were still alive! She waited till 6 Then, between j hunger and alarm, she was almost I crazed. "I know they are all dead!" j she cried. She walked the floor a half hour!' longer It was 6:30 and not a sound of: 1 a living creature in the house! She walked, with bated brdath and ■ timed step, down the stairs to tile , front door and looked out Site would call for help. She saw no one to call. She would go back and look in the bed .' rooms. She crept upstairs again and I reached a bed room door, but hadn't the eourag, to turn the knob. A clock in the hall struck 7 That : v;,.- the confirmation of her worst fears, and with a scream she ran to the front door, threw it open, and gave screech I after s<. leech "Help! Help!" she ' Iscieamed. "They've been murdered in | , their beds!" This explains why the Appletons | I ■>\ete awakened by policemen, newsboys l and milkmen, tearing wildly into their •coms, and wly the patrol wagons x plashed up, followed by the tire depart- jt I merit. |> It also explains why the Gid-Fash- I 1 p.med WYonan want boim that daw 1 never expecti she nobbed to j | Pa. "to see the day when any one my I 1 age Would b talked to the way those I x... I, O?<3 The ; bodice ' opening t > . I in ; a point is very i becoming, and the whole makes 3 very original Toilet which will be found charm- i ingly i adapted to i dinners where > extremely / low neck dresses f are not worn. P I Up-to-Date Jokes Fair Maid: "I wonder what causes the flight of time?" Brilliant Young Man: “It is probably urged on by the spur of the moment." Mrs. Modus: “Well. George, you promised me a new bonnet." George: "I promised you a new bon net! When?” Mrs. Modus: "Before you married me you swore that disgrace should never rest upon my head through you: and what do you call this shabby thing on my head now?” , Governor of Jail (in a passion, to warden)—l say, Keylock, the scoundrel has turned refractory once more; put him on bread and water for two days a week. Warden—But. governor, he is already doing a couple of fast days. Governor —Then give the fellow a cookery book to read on those days. Farmer (to one of his laborers, who had come home after his first training in the militia) —“Which would you rather be. a soldier or a farm hand. Paddy?” Pat —“A soldier, of course Farmer —"And why so, Paddy?” Pat—" Well, you see, you'd be a long time working for a farmer before he'd tell you to stand at ease." "Ah. yes." murmured Miss Screecher. after the first selection at the mus ical. "I have had some exciting ex periences Goming over here from New York a terrible storm arose, and I had to sing to quiet the immigrants. You should have seen the heavy- sea run ning." And the big. rude man in the pink necktie gazed out of the window. "I don't blame the sea." he muttered. When Governor Head was in office in New Hampshire Colonel Barrett, of the governor's staff, died, and there was an unseemly scramble for the office even while his body was awaiting burial with military honors. One candidate ventured to call upon Governor Head. "Governor." he asked, "do you think you would have any objection if I was to get into Colonel Bairett's place?” The answer came promptly: "No, 1 don't think I should have anv objection if the undertaker is willing." A well-known America! soldier. Gen eral Nelson A. Miles, became reminis cent at a dinner one evening. "There is a lot of humor, real hujnor. to be found on battlefields." he said. “I remember the case of a retreat which was really a rout, in this re treat th, commanding general, as he galloped along like the wind, turned his horst to the limit, and asked: “ Who are our rear guard?' "The aides without the slightest hes itation. replied: “ The hoys who hive the worst :: Love Asks No Test :: By Beatrice Fairfax UTAH a young man.” writes Joseph "I am twenty years old and engaged to a girl of the same age. Is it possible for me to test my love? At times I think that there is no one in the world that could take this girl’s place. Then, again. I am not so sure of it. I have spoken to her about it, and she says not to mind it, as she feels the same way herself occasional ly, and that everybody does.” I do not agree with her. The love of years more mature than yours pauses to ask if marriage is the part of wis dom, but when men of twenty love, they do not ask it. To the majority of your age there is no more doubt that the heart’s selec tion is the right one than there Is that the sun will rise tomorrow. Youth has no room for apprehension nor fear. Either you are much older than your years or you do not really love. For the sake of the girl, let us hope it is the former. But, whatever the cause, your doubts, though momentary, should not be lightly dismissed. Love has been classified as the great, est thing in the world. "The truth,” says Henry Van Dyke, “is that the pref erence of one person for another is not the greatest thing in the world. It becomes great only when it leads on, as it often does, to heroism, self-sacri fice and fidelity.” If your love for this girl is merely your preference for her. it will not stand the tests that time will require. It will not lead, as love should lead, to heroism, self-sacrifice and fidelity. It is such a perplexing thing to de fine and so elusive of all analysis that one can not write rules for gauging its depth. Time, alone, writes those rules, and the love that stands every one, and shows no sign of weakening, is the greatest thing in the world. Time will settle all your doubts, and as you are only twenty, you can well afford to listen tozits warnings. it is a good omen that you and the girl talk this over together frankly; it is much better than if either had doubts and fears and persisted in de luding the other. Be as honest and frank in ar( agreement on a future line of conduct. Let each be unhampered by promise or vow for one year, or more, and let that time be spent in MO K' antys] n ' [ jSectßl Anty Drudge Makes a Donation. He—“l venture to ask, madam, if you would endeavor to spare me something for the Home for Broken Down Washerwomen?” Anty Drudge— ‘‘Certainly. I’ll donate a box of Fels-Naptha soap. Tell them to use it according to directions, and they will still be able to do washing, because the Fels-Naptha way banishes all the back breaking and hard rubbing of wash day; and cuts washday work in half.” • Why do so many women who do their own work grow old before their time? Ihe weekly washing, they will tell you, is responsible for their breaking down. And they tell the absolute truth if they wash in the old-fashioned way. Continual rubbing on the washboard is so bad on the back. And standing over steaming suds paves the way for colds. But the Fels-Naptha way is just as different from the old way of washing as Tels-Naptha is different from all other soaps. Only cool or lukewarm water needed, in winter or summer, and very little rubbing ’•equired. In a nutshell Fels-Naptha does most of the work itself without human assistance. In using Fels-Naptha, follow the easy directions printed on the red and green wrapper. association with others of the opposite sex. I am sure that each will find there Is no one like the one who is waiting > that all doubts will have vanished when the time of probation is up. 1 am sure that your love will hiv» grown beyond all room for apprA er . sion—so sure that 1 count on hear - of the usual happy ending. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. A MATTER OF NO MOMENT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am sixteen and was going with a boy the same age. The other <. )v he sent me a letter, and mv father would not give it to me. 1 wi,,te and told the boy not to write me any more letters and I would state why the next time I saw him. I have not heard of him since d 0 you think I hurt his feelings” E. F. G. Your father was right, I am sire, and the young man should not blame you for an obedience which is tealw both rare and commendable. You sh:l you would explain when you saw him If he avoids you, it is evident he doesn’t care for the explanation. Try to put him out of your mind THE DANGER IN INDEPENDENCE, Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty and deeply in love with a girl of twenty-one, with whom I kept steady company for two years. We were about to be engaged when we had a misunder standing, and since then we have drifted apart. I love her and I ent sure she loves me. but we are both too independent to make the first effort at a reconciliation. R. F. V If your pride is greater than you love, is your love worth offering to a woman? it makes no difference who is in the wrong, it is your place (as the man) to take the first step toward a .reconclit..• tion. End the drifting, which mo.ms unhappiness, by going to the girl. T> her you want to make up. And don't delay the telling a day longer.