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THE MAGAZINE PAGE “Initials Only” * A Thrilling Mystery L TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. ( r,nviight. 1911, Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 19H. by Dodd. Mead & Co.) .•The doak doesn't help." he declared. ■y n one remembers the cloak. But the f Mrs Watkins' arrival was all time di .'it*-- t ght ca,ne * n directly on the heels pf this catastrophe." • ■She did! Sweetwater, 1 will see her. Manage it for me at once." jhe clerk says that it had better he _ She is a very sensitive woman, upstair, • There might be a scene if she were in tercepted on her way out." •Very well.” But the look which the Old detective threw at his bandaged legs was not without its pathos. \ r d so it happened that just as Mrs. Watkins was watching the wheeling out her trunks, there appeared in the Norway before her an elderly gentleman, a-hose expression, always benevolent, save •p moments when benevolence would be ite ~.|t of keeping with the situation. ~l for some reason, so marked ,<n effect "p„ n her that she colored under his eye. m.| Indeed, showed such embarrassment. Th all doubt of the propriety of his in vanished from the old man's mind, villi ihr ease of one only too well o. isit.mc'i to such scenes, he kindly re ntarked i speaking to Mrs. Watkins, of Nashville?” Vi’U are." sin faltered, with another change of color. “I—l am just , r tn g | i-tipc you will excuse me. 1- ■ i w; -h I could." he smiled, hobbling i; ami t onfronting her quietly in her own r ( u rn “But circumstances make it quite Imperative that I should have a few words mill v (l <«n a topic which need rot be d’ole to you. and probably will not be \l\ name Gryce. This will prob ahl- < r.v< y nothing to you. but I am not luAr- wn to the management below, and ni , y r . :l -s m ist certainly give you confi .••cnep : n the propriety of my errand. A , jin.; ami charming young woman died i.ip lasi night. May I ask if you knew I She was trembling violently now. •> wh ’her with indignation nr some nthcr n • subtle emotion, it would be difficult »o say. “No; I’m from ihe -nth. I never saw the young lady. Why <;.) \<j; ask” I do not recognize ynur ■ ght. I I (’criainly her emotion must me that . f -nr■ : n«!ignation. Mr. Gryce made nr • f is low bows. and. propping him cr • ajijrisi the table he stood before. • •. • ’ h; I rather not force my rights. The ir. - ter is so very ordinary. I did not v i|.n< <e \ou knew Miss Challoner. but <r- must begin somehow, and as you came in al the very moment when the alarm was raised in the lobby. I though perhaps >ou co: Id tell me something which would aid me in my effort to elicit the real frets of the case. You were crossing t'-p lobby at the time-—*’ Ye>' SIl raised her head. “So were fl f|o-. ( j >(bers—" “Ma-kni." the interruption was made in ids 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 i now it. But we do know that it did not ’;i s unobserved by you. Am 1 not cor rc- :-.’ I‘idn’t you see a certain person—T ’v i' mention no names—stoop and pick ii'. someth ng from the lobby floor?” N- The word came out with start ling violence. “I was conscious of not ti ng but the confusion.” She was facing Il.d with determination and her eyes wer< fixed boldly on his fa ■?. But her l l»< quiver J and her cheeks were white, too whit iou for simple indignation. footed Gd the Original and Genuine SO KLICK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids, and Growing children, i ure Nutrition, up building the whole body, mvigorates the nursing mother and the aged. -Jf'j malted grain, in powder form. A quick lunch prepared in a minute, kke no substitute. Askfor HORLICK’S. teot in Any TVSiSk Trust Low Sommer Excursion Rales CINCINNATI, 519.501 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OOI CHICAGO, - $30.00 KNOXVILLE - $7,90 Tickets on Sale Daily, Good I to October 31st, Returning ! City Ticket Office,4 Peachtree | Chichester s pills (r 'wAjjlL lm, rh «*Uer’» IH.m.Jßr»i>4/7Vs £\ -" ,n R * ,< * " nd Rol<l «>'Ulllc\V/ n «lth Blue «. <..¥/ itr I,—'* ?" of her Buy nf ...ar * a BHAM» ril.I.S. for th A. < ’“!* k '"” n •• B««,S.tat, »' r IVS Rehl. I« r By Anna Katherine Green Story of Modern Tinies “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 Chal loner. That is my excuse for the trou ble I have given you." He was not looking at. her; he was looking at her hand which rested on the table beiore which he himself stood. Did the lingers tighten a Tittle and <1 g into the palm they concealed? He thought so. and was very slow in turning limping- I ly about toward the door. Meanwhile, 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; "Ail ready, mother. I’m glad we are going to the Clarendon. 1 hale hotels where people die almost before your ' eyes.” What the Mother said at this outburst | is immaterial. What the detective did is not. Keeping on his way. he reached the door, but not to open it wider; rath er to close it softly but with unmistak able decision. The cloak which envel oped the girl was red and full enough j to be called voluminous. “Who is this.’ demanded the girl, her indignant glances flashing from one to ( the. other. “1 don't know." faltered th? mother in ' very evident distress. “He says he has a ; right to ask us questions and he has i been asking questions about—about—” “Not about me," laughed the girl, with : 1 • a toss of her head Mr. Gryce would have ‘ i corrected in one of his grandchildren. I "He can have nothing to say about me." I And she began to move about the room i in ;.n aimless, half-insolent way. 1 ' Mr. Gryce stared hard at the few re- 1 maining belongings of the two women, lying ?n a heap on Che table, and half 1 , musingly , half ckpreca tingly, remarked: • ‘‘The person who stooped wore a* long I red cloak. Probably you preceded your • | daughter. Mrs. Watkins." The lady thus brought to the point , ; made a quiet gesture toward the girl I who suddenly stood still, and. with a ris- ' ing color in her cheeks, answered, with I some show of resolution on her own part : ' "You say your name is Gryce and that you have a right to address me thus ‘ pointedly on a subject which you evi- ■ (dently regard as serious. That is not ex- • ! act enough for me. Who are you. sir? i What is your business?” ' 1 "I think you have guessed it lam a , r ■ detective from headquarters. What I i ' | want of you I have already stated | 1 i Perhaps this young lady can tell me what | i you can no:. ] shall be pleased if this; 1 I is so." “Caroline" Then hr mother broke 1 j down. “Show the gentleman what you i ( picked up from he lobby floor last nigh:." ■ The girl laughed again, loudly and with ‘ evident brrvado, before she threw the cloak ha<-k and showed what she had *i evidently been holding in her hand from 1 [the first, a sharp-pointed, gold-handled ■ ; paper-cutter. ' j “It was lying there and I picked it up. 1 1 don t see any harm in that." r | “You probably meant none. You ; played in this tragic dratpa,” said the old ( | detective looking carefully’ at the cutter' : which he had taken in his hand, but not i so carefully that he failed to note that ! ; the look of distress was not lifted from , I the mother's face either by her da ugh- I r i ter s words or manner. ’ i “You have washed this?" he asked. ' “No. Why should 1 wash it? It was clean enough 1 was just going to give ■ ’ it in at the desk. I wasn’t going to car- I jry it away." And she turned aside tn | ’ the window and began to hum. as though } ! done with the whole matter. I Tile old detective rubbed his chin, ; glanced again at the paper cutter, then r.t 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 I the latter, "that your daughter should l ■be correct in her statement as to the I condition of this article when she picked ,it up. Are you sure see did not wash it • ! “l don’t think she did. But I’m sure t 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 gel ling back home in lime for your coming ’ out party. Did you—did you wash this • cutter when you got upstairs, or or she added, with a propitiatory glance at Mr. Gryce- "wipe it off at any time be- ► tween then and now? Don’t answer hast- I ily. Be sure. No one can blame you for I that act. Any girl, as thoughtless as ? you, might do that. . “Mother, how can I tell what I did “(flashed out the girl, wheeling round on I her heel till she faced them both. “I don't I remember doing a thing to it. I just brought it up. A 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 paltry thing which coiildn't have cost ten I dollars." And she wheeled back. To Be Continued in Next Issue. —— I HID I h*oderizes. Does Not Stop Perspiration. Makes Your Arms and Peet As Pure and Sweet i 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 Mr .1 T stHMriiw. V, ... <«l< *K l * I hurt » II h >'« I’ll ■ I r,.. I( ■ if» "1.1 then . m.Uiet until I had ■i 1 T.Jurtne I ’ll «- Ip" p" ’"-I r yxEUQUKId 1 k if £ I’pur. Uhl.a.l and I’’ « Habit rraat. ’ ft li N ad .1 «.»• or al Ainllarluoi Bo"* » ; .WIJW T auuael fno DA B M | 34 N Viciui sanitarium. Atlanta, t.a I a e A Fetching Evening Gown Type b ID EE \\ xi I a & WaMSWlffi y Sr B' 'vHi U HWM : 1 m > /fl W’ * W w if ' ■ tkl 1 W Jh * \1! M W? JI ’ BBbf F rBSSr 181 : 'BW B r B Um f/ # MM Mil wasmkv B Wk - I mi ; ' .. /\ ; Over an ; underskirt of white J silk muslin is a (second dress in black silk muslin, on which iis placed a tunic of open if net-work made of white pearls. 'Hie long white muslin sleeves ■: a re [j transpar ent. Do You Know— ■ | Young men who desire to "walk out' ' with members of the Bethany Club for I Girls, of Chicago, must henceforth sup- I ply the club matron with a certificate I of moral, social and financial reliability. I The girls protest that such restrictions I 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. Mi. O'Connor is foster-father , to six children, all orphans, and he nrob iblv knows more about bringing : up children than any other unmarried : man in the United States. He has had them under his care for four years, and has persuaded three young bache lor friends to follow his example. Fie says that every unmarried man mak ing more than S2O a week should adopt an orphan. Some interesting particulars are pub- ' lished by the Postal Union at Berne | relative to the circulation of postcards . in different countries of the world. Ger. 1 many leads the way with a milliard and a half per annum, a milliard being . one thousand millions. Japan follows ] with 894.000,000 and Great Britain with I 845,000.000. For other countries the 1 numbers given are as follows: Austria. 432.000,000: Russia. 290,000,000; Italy, , 137,000,000; Hungary. 113,000,000. | France only sends out 30,000,000. prob- I ably on account of the high rate of postage—ten centimes. A woman water diviner, who also ’ has the gift of locating naphtha springs ( and gold and silver deposits, has been ■ discovered in Vienna. She has made several extraordinary 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 has accepted another i offer from an American multi-milllon- 1 aire to go to the United States on his behalf. He is understood to be seeking ' for potash fields. The diviner is to be ' paid a fee that runs into five ligur-s. and is to have, moreover, a princely ' allowance for traveling expenses i CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. THE INNOCENT CAUSE. rpHE Old-Fashioned Woman had I 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 pies, 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 week, "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 Pa 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 whep 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 clime! If she could only hear a snore! What comfort, what assurance, there would be in a snore! She would know then the family were still alive! She waited till 6. Then, between hunger and alarm, she wa- almost crazed. "I know they are all dead!' she cried. She walked the floor a half hour longer. It was 6:30 and not a sound of a living creature in the house! She walked, with bated breath and timed step, down the stairs to the front door ami looked out. She 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 reached a bed room door, but hadn’t the courage to turn the knob. A clock in the hall struck 7. That was the confirmation of her worst fears, and with a scream she ran to the front door, threw it open, and gave screech after screech. "Help! Help!" she screamed. "They'Vf been murdered in their beds!" This explains wh> the Appletons were awakened by policemen, newsboys and milkmen tearing wildly Into their rooms, and wlix the patrol wagons dashed up. followed by th, fire depart ment. h a so explains win th, ttbl-Fash lotied Woman went hottie that day "I never expected." she sobbed to Pa "to sec the day when any one my age would be talked to the WOV those Appletons talked to me” O?<] I 'rhe s bodice ; opening < in a point is ver\ ; becoming, and the whole makes a f verv < . . f original Toilet which will be found charm- f f t ? ingly ' adapted I to < dinners where i extremely \ '• low f I neck dresses are not worn. 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 I promised me a new bonnet." George: "1 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) —I say, Keylock, the scoundrel has turned refractory once more; pul 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 lutd come home after his first training in the militia)—"Whidh would you rather be. a soldier or a farm hand, Paddy?” pat—"A soldier, of course." Farmer —"And why so, Paddy?" p a t —“ Well, you see, you'd be a long time working for a farmer before he’d "e ll you to stand at ease." "Ah. yes," murmured Miss Scredcher. after the first selection at the mus ical. "I have had some exciting ex periences <'omlng 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 Ba rett. 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 havV any objection if I was to get into Colonel Barrett's place?" The answer came promptly: "No. I don't think I should have any 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 humor, to be found on battlefields." he said. "I remember the case of a retreat which) was really a rout. In this re treat the commanding general, as he galloped along like the wind, turned his horse to the limit, and asked. "'Who at'e our rear guard" The aides, w ithout the slightest hes itation. replied: " 'Th, boys who h ive the worst horses, sir.' ” :: Love Asks No Test :: By Beatrice Fairfax a young man." writes Joseph | C. "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 ain 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 marriagt® 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 fdr 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 to its 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 an 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 rr I antyY n \ pz/y ORUDGEX Anty Drudge Makes a Donation. He —“I venture to ask, madam, if you would endeavor to spare me something for the Home for Broken Down Washerwomen?” Anty Drwdjje—‘‘Certainly. PH 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’ The weekly washing, they will tell yon, 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 Fels-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 I am sure that each will find there is no one like the one who is waiting, and that all doubts will have vanished when the time of probation is up. I am sure that your love will have grown beyond all room for apprehen sion—so sure that I count on hearing 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 day lie sent me a letter, and my father would not give it to me. I wrote 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. Do you think I hurt his feelings? F. F. G. Your father was right. I am sure, and the young man should not blame you for an obedience which is really both rare and commendable. You said 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. \Ve were about to be engaged when we had a misunder standing, and since then we have drifted apart. I love her and I am 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 reconcilia tion. End the drifting, which means unhappiness, by going to the girl. Tell her you want to make up. And don't delay the telling a day longer.