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THE MAQAZME PAGE “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. Zhctcct IfcuUcty! Git the Original and Genuine HORLIGK’S MALTED MILK The Food*drink tor All Ages. For Inf ants. 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 »uh»titute. Ask for HORLICK’S. Not in Any Milk Trust Low Summer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, SI 9.50 LOUISVILLE. SIB.OO CHICAGO, - 530.00 KNOXVILLE - $7.90 % Tickets on Sale Daily, Good I to October 31st, Returning I City Ticket Office,4 Peachtree CHICHESTER S PILLS ,' , ~r I’IAMONU BRAND. a 1/ A* "“■•S’ »r V I / fn , A * T'M i'T-c tn »» tfwk wk if p ' '*na«.f t.i-afc t Always Rd,a , o r SOID BY DRUGGISTS LVERYWHLRE “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. HID I tenderizes. Does Not Stop Perspiration. Makes Your Arms and Peet I 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 J T Siiuptt iue Sat .oniab. M, . \ ! • \• at Mx’rr- .tk ■ I «<! .1 • - 11. piles ! tried Tlrst tt mg an.i tbei aimthr until 1 hnd i tail the I ha.l heunl of A clerk in the E•• •■».!• . I> . >’ i» : St. It •! < iiU’.-g -.oM in.- a x •( IVU.TIJ - I <Ud not tuun* that! half the i«»x before i entirely euro I find aftei LtutU*en v-a: •‘UfTerUu GHAMY (. WII>(>N I*ll Opium. and Drug Habit traal* I 8 “ Ham* or at Manila rtua> Ho lco .• 1 auuart Fro* DIL jt M WWLLII, A Fetching Evening Gown Type > s D?<3 ! \ $ Over | an ; : underskirt i of white silk muslin I is a second dross !in black silk muslin, j t on which I is placed a tunic of I open ; net-work J Im tide of white pearls. The long white muslin . sleeves I are transpar 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 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. 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-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. Some Interesting particulars are pub lished by the Postal I nion at Berne relative to the Circulation of postcards In different countries of the world. Ger many leads the way with a milliard and a half per annum, a milliard being one thousand millions. Japan follows with 5H4,000,000 and Great Britain with 545.000.000. For other countries the numbers given are as follows: Austria. 4tI2.000.000; Russia, 290,000,000: Italy. 137.000,000; Hungary. 113,000,000. France only sends out 30.000.000, prob 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 mad, 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 offer front an American multi-million aire to go to the I’nlted States on his behalf, lie is understood to »e seeking i tor potash fields. Tiie diviner is to be I paid a fee that runs into five figures i and is to havt. nt reov, r, a princely allow an. . for ti .ive'.inir , \i>, > - C ASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Si«aatureoi ,ICi v £E /£ i- m J/ jF Ml w IB M T /fl B w| // /B BLr 0/M Br ' v / /B B®A4i W w aB Bk wbl - \i I ™ Mr JM|H| •A MI IM Hr /H ft MSB t -'siH&s b - MHB i ‘l/ ’*w'T i T fife* y 4 L v ~~~~L y Daysey Mayme 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." C&3 J ; The bodice opening in ; a point is vA-y ; becoming, and the whole makes a < very original Toilet which will be found charm ingly ; adapted to I dinners where extremely ,low 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 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 J Nv&y 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 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 own work grow old before their time? The 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 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 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.