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“Initials Only By Anna Katherine Green
A Thrtl/ing Mystery Story of Modern Times
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT
(Copyright, 1911. Street \ Smith.)
(Copyright. 1911, by J» od, Mead & Co.)
“The cloak doesn't help,” he declared.
“No one remember.-; the cloak. But the
time of Mrs. Watkins’ arrival was all
right. She.came in directly on the heels
of this catastrophe.''
“She did! Sweetwater, 1 will see her.
Manage it for me at once. '
“The clerk says that it had better be
upstairs. She is a v«ry sensitive woman.
Theft* might be a scene if she were in
tercepted on her w out '
“Very well.” Rut the look which the
old detective threw at his bandaged legs
was not without it- pathos
And’ sc it happened that just as Mrs
Watkins was watching the wheeling out
of her trunks, there appeared in the
doorway before her an elderly gentleman,
whose exines on. always benevolent, save
at moments when benevolence would be
quite out of keeping with the situation,
had for some reason, so marked an effect
upon her that she colored under ills eye,
and. indeed, showed such embarra sment.
that all doubt of the propriety of his in
trusion vanished from the old man’s mind,
and with the ease of one only ton well
accustomed to such scenes, he kindly re
marked :
“Am I speaking to Mrs Watkins, of
Nashville?’
“You are,” she faltered, wdth another
rapid change of color. “I I am Just
leaving I hope you will excuse me. I ”
“I wish I could.” he smiled, hobbling
In and confronting her quietly in her own
room "But circumstances make it quite
Imperative that T should have a few’ words
with you on a topic which need not be
<MBa.greea.b’.e to you. and probably will not
be. My na.m< is Gryce. This will prob
ably convey nothing to you, but I am not
unknown to the management below’, and
my years must certainly give you confi
dence in the propriety of my errand. A
beautiful and charming young woman died
here last night May I ask If you knew
her?”
“I?“ She wa.s trembling violently now ,
but whether with Indignation or Rome
other more subtle emotion. It would be
difficult to Ray “No; T’m from the
South I never saw the young lady Why
do you ask? I do not recognize your
right I—I—”
Certainly her emotion must me that
of simple Indignation Mr. Gryce 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 so very ordinary 1 did not
suppose you knew Mias Challoner. but
one must begin somehow, and as you
came In at the very moment when the
alarm was raised In the lobby, I though
perhaps you could tell me something
which would a’d me In my effort to pllrit
the real facts of the onse You were
crossing the lobby nt the time—’*
“Yes.” Bhe raised her head. “So wore
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
wore witnesses to thfs act we do not
know It. But we do know that It did not
pasn unobserved by you Am I not cor
rect? Didn't you nee a certain person—l
will mention no names- stoop and pick
up something from the lobby floor?”
“No.” The w’ord came out with start
ling violence “I was conscious of noth
ing but the confusion.” She was facing
him with determination and her eyes
were fixed boldly on his face. But her
lips quivered and her cheeks were white,
too white now for simple Indignation.
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“Thr»n 1 have made a big mistake.”
apologized the evar-courteous detective.
"Will you pardon me? It would have
.'ettled a very serious question if it could
he found that the object thus picked up
was the weapon which killed Mis.-’ Chai
loner. That is my excuse for the trou
ble I have given you."
He wp.s not looking at her: he was
looking at her hand which rested on the
table before which he hirnself stood.
Did the fingers tighten a little ami dig
Into the pain, they concealed? He thought
so, and was very slow’ in turning limping
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:
“All ready, mother. I’m glad we are
going to the Clarendon. I hate hotels
where people die almost before your
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
to be called voluminous.
“Who is this?” demanded the girl, her
Indignant glances flashing from one to
the other.
”[ 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 questions about—about—”
“Not about me,” laughed the girl, wdth
a toss of her head Mr. Gryce would have
corrected in one of his grandchildren
“He can have nothing 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 In a heap on the table, and half
musingly, half deprecatingly, remarked:
“The person who stooped wore a long
rod cloak Probably you preceded your
daughter, Mrs. Watkins.”
The lady 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 nf 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?
What is your business?”
“I think you have guessed It. I am a
detective from headquarters. What 1
want of you I have already stated.
Perhaps this young lady ran tell me what
you can not. 1 shall be pleased if this
is 80.”
“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 back and showed what she had
evidently been holding In her hand from
the first, a sharp-pointed, gold-handled
paper-cut ter.
“It was lying there and I picked it up.
I don’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 this?” he asked.
“No. Why should I wash it? It was
clean enough 1 was just going to give
it In at the desk. 1 wasn't going to car
ry it away.” And she turned aside to
the window and l>egan to hum, as though
done with (he whole matter
The old detective rubbed his chin,
glanced 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 statement as to the
condition of this article when she picked
it up. Are you sure she did not wash it?”
IT 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 back home in time 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
ily. Be sure No one can blame you for
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
her heel till she faced them both. “I don't
remember doing a thing to it. I just
brought it up. A thing like that belongs
to the finder. You needn’t hold it out to
wards me like that. 1 don’t want It now,
I'm sick of it. Such a lot of talk about a
paltrx thing which couldn't have cost ten
I dollars.” And she wheeled back.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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with members of the Bethany Club for
Girls, of Chicago, must henceforth sup
ply the club matron 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.
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babies, is one of the maxims of Mr.
John O’Connor, a wealthy Chicago mer
chant. Mr. O’Connor Is foster-father
to six children, all orphans, and be
probably knows more about bringing
up children than any other unmarried
man in the I'nited States. He has
had them under his eave for four years,
nnd has persuaded three young bache
lor frleqds to follow his example. He
says that every unmarried man mak
ing more than s?n a week should adopt
an orphan.
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137.000,000; Hungary. 113,000,000.
France only sends out 30.000.000, prob
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postage -ten centimes.
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discovered in Vienna. She has mad,
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An association of petroleum well own
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large sum to give them her exclusive
[Service, but she has accepted another
offer front an American multi-million
aire to go to the I’nlted States on his
behalf, lie is understood to »e seeking
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and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
THE INNOCENT CAUSE.
rjAHE Old-Fashioned Woman had
ij 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-
I\ 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 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.
live o'clock came, and still no one
stirred. She began to grow uneasy.
Site had read of such horrible things
happening in a big city. Perhaps a
burglar bad been in the house in the
night. Perhaps he had’ committed a
worse crime!
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 was almost
crazed. "1 know they are al! dead!"
She cried.
Sb,' walked the floor a half hour
longer. It was 6:3<» and not a sound of
a living creature in the house!
She walked, ith bated breath and
timed step, down the stairs to the
front door and 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
teaehed 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 site ran to the front
door, threw it open, and gave screech
after screech. "Help! Help!" she
screamed. "They've been murdered in
their beds!"
This explains why the Appletons
we'e awakened by policemen, newsboys
md milkmen, tearing wildly into their!
ro..ms, and why the patrol wagons i
' as!>. d Up. followed by the tire depart
ment.
I .*i explains why the Old-Fash
iom d Woman went home that day
"1 reVer expected.” she sobbed to
P. to —•< the day when any one my
could be talked to the wav those
A. pietons talked to me."
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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) —I 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. Coming 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.
"1 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 Barrett's place?”
The answer came promptly:
"No, 1 don’t think I should have any
objection if the undertaker is willing."
A well-known America! so'dier. 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 hors., to the limit, and asked.
"'Who are our rear guard?’
"The aides, without the slightest hes
itation. replied:
" The boys who have the worst
Love Asks No Test
By Beatrice Fairfax
UJAM 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 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.”
Ido 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 sur\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 1 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
anty\ n iwSsk
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He — “I venture to ask, madam, if you would endeavor to
spare me something for the Home for Broken Down
Washerwomen?”
Anty Dn/dge—“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
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The weekly washing, they will tell
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And they tell the absolute truth if they
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association with others of the opposite
sex.
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 h ave
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
he 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'’
E. 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 hint.
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 W'ere about to be
engaged when we had a misunder
standing, and since then we have
drifted apart. I love her and lam
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 your
love, is your love worth offering to a
woman ?
It makes no difference who is in th®
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.
