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THE GEORQiAMS MAGAZINE PAGE “Initials Only” J Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times. ANNA KATHERINE GREEN. ■ Copyright. 1911. Street & Smith.) (Copyright. 1911. by Dodd, Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. i sn t the value." Mr. Gryce could . ver y patient. "It’s the fact that we J* ve it to have been answerable for Xs Chailoner's death—that is, if there was any blood on it when you picked it “P. Blood!” The girl was facing them astonishment struggling with dis on her plaln but mt>bile features. -BljOd! is that what you mean? No won .r I hate it. Take it away.” she cried, mother. I’ll never pick up anything riln which doesn't belong to me! Blood!” “* repeated in horror, flinging herself Jo her mother’s arms. L r Gryce thought he understood the Jtuation Here was a little kleptomaniac l hpse weakness the mother was strug gling to hide. Light was pouring in. fa, felt his body's weight less on that /miserable foot of his. / "Doest that frighten you? Are you so /affected by the thought of blood?” / -Don’t ask me. And’l put the thing / under my pillow! I thought it was so— / so pretty.” / "Mrs. Watkins," Mr. Gryce from that moment Ignored the daughter, “did you see It there?” "Yes; but I didn't know where it came from I had not seen my daughter stoop. I didn't know where she got it till I read that bulletin.” "Never mind that. The question agi tating me Is whether any stain was left under that pillow. We want to be sure of the. connection between this possible weapon and the death by stabbing which we all deplore —if there is a connection." "I didn’t see any stain, but you can look for yourself. The bed has been made up. but there was no change of linen. We expected to remain here; 1 see no good to be gained by hiding any of the facts now." "None whatever, Madam.” x "Come, then Caroline, sit down and stop crying. Mr. Gryce believes that your only fault was In not taking ties object at once to the desk.” "Yes, that's all,” acquiesced the <i< tectlve after a short study of the shak,, figure and distorted features of the gi" “You had no idea, I'm sure, where ti weapon came from or for what it I . been used. That’s evident." Her shudder, as she seated herself. very convincing. She was too young . simulate so successfully emotions of th character. ■l'm glad of that." she responded, hull fretfully, half gratefully, as Mr. Grye followed her mother into the adjoining room. "I've had a bad enough time of it without being blamed for what I didn't know and didn’t do.” Mr. Gryce laid little stress upon tl.i > ■ words, but much upon the lack of curi osity she showed in the minute and ea: ful examination he now made of he' room. There was no stain on the pillow cover and none on the bureau spr : where she might very naturally hat, laid the cutter down on first coming *r her room. The blade was so polished tha it must have been rubbed off somewhere, either purpose!)' or by accident. Where then. since not here? He asked to see her gloves—-the ones she had worn on the previous night. "They are the same she is wearing now, the anxious mother assured him. 'Wait, and I will get them for you.” "No need. Letffier hold out her hands In token of amity. I shall soon see." They returned to where the girl still sat, wrapped in her cloak, sobbing still, but not so violently. "Caroline, you may take off your things,” said the mother, drawing the pins from her own hat. "We shall not go today.” The child shot her mother one disap pointed look, then proceeded to follow suit. When her hat was off, she began < A/j *\ ~ ■ A SSBs®^ ■ vVXt*. 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The Ten Ag es of Beauty T By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. ifAY T HAT type of woman do you consider the most heau \\ tiful?” This question is the bugbear of the artist and well known illustrator, for the man or woman of the brurh and pencil is asked it over the tea cup. and by the woman who is sitting so her portrait and always and eternally by the newspapep person who comes to ask the artist’s views on that or any other subject. 'Don’t you think there's far too much talk about feminine beauty, anyhow?” said a very practical man whe is a successful portrait painter, almost despite himself. "Well,” 1 returned, “if you want to put it down in dollars and cents, if there was no such 'thing as feminine beauty, and the eternal striving toward the Idefcl. a whole lot of people would «o out of business, For instance, over three million dollars worth of lace was imported last year, besides all the lace manufactured in the United States; of all materials lace is the most feminine and 10 a,wa y s suggests the adornment of a beautiful woman. Billions are spent op clothes, no longer merely for covering, but for beautifying women. The woman who isn’t beautiful and can make no claims whatever to good looks, except in a few startling exceptions, is not the one who spends large sums of money on her personal appearance. "If all women were quite plain, the cost of living would fall with a sickening thud." But then would living be worth while?” returned the a’rtist gallantly, and so we got back to our first question, which is one that every one asks themselves one time or another, and which is just as important to the girl who is trying to grow into a sem blance of her idea! as it is to the man* who expects some day io marry that ideal as personified by her charming self The trouble with the ideal type of beauty is that it is subie •’ to change. ’ J The Youthful Idea. At ten years of age you were quite certain that the most beautiful woman on earth was your mother, but mothers are in a class entirely by themselves, and so you decide that it would be safe to try and wish yourself as beautiful as teacher or sister, oi some beautiful fi tend whose visits cast a radiance over the home A little later the severity of teacher and sister faded that ide.,! and your Imagination knew no further height to .-eale than the marvelous vision in pink tartan and spangles who rode on the big white horse on the occasion of your .first visit to the circus. Then came the world of history and books with wonderful heroines .of all kinds, each influencing you and swaying your de sires and >ishes toward ner own particular type of beauty. One w»-k you were for being like Cleopatra, and woishipped the shrine of the red-haired girl The next your ideal has changed to the mischievous and d"- muie Jane Austen type of girl.* and so on ad infinitum. or until character and circumstance and the not impossible HE mold d you Into the one particular type which y u lepres-nt. Miss Nell Brinkley’s picture, I take it shows us the eh mental woman whose primitive characteristics form part of the compli cated mentality of the girl of today. Friend of the wolf and guardian of the fire, ready to wake with a spring and pour:., rror her enemy, oi to fall upon her lover-- n-■■■'.■ ■, ... ,1 .. . ’ ' libers between wild beast « c '.- i >J\ - Affix’ XSs n. A Ihis Picture 1* Itcprodue wi b’roin ’Good Housekeeping Magazine For September. Where It Appears in Connection With Octave Czanne’s Article Entitled ‘'The Story of Eurs and Mulls." to take off her gloves. As soon as they were on the table, the mother pushed them over to Mr. Gryce. As he looked at them, the girl lifted off her cloak. "Will—will he tell?” she whispered be hind its ample folds Into her ear. The answer came quickly, hut not In the mother’s tones. Mr. Gryce’s ears had lost none of their ancient acuteness. "I do not see that 1 should gain much by doing so. The one discovery which | would link this find of yours indissolubly with Miss Chailoner's death. I have failed to* make. If I am equally successful be low— if 1 can establish no closer connec tion there than here between this cutter and the weapoff which killed Miss Chail oner, I shall have no cause to mention the matter. It will be too extraneous to the case lio you remember the exact spot where you stooped. Miss Vt'atkins?” "No, no Somewhere near those big chairs: I didn’t have to step out of my way; 1 really didn’t." Mr. Gryce's answering smile was a study. It seemed to convey a two-fold message, one for the mother and one for the child, and both were comforting. But he went away, disappointed. The clew which promised so much was, to all ap pearance, a false one. He could soon tell. Integrity. Mr. Gryce’s fears were only too well founded. Though Mr. McElroy was kind enough to point out the exact spot where he saw Miss Watkins stoop, no trace of blood was found upon the rug which >ad lain there, nor had anything of the kind been washed up by the very careful man who scrubbed the lobby floor in the early morning This was disappointing, as its presence would have settled the whole question. Wfaen. these efforts all ex hausted, the two detectives faced each other again in tl» small room given up to their use, Mr. Gryce showed his dis couragement. To be certain of a fact you can not prove has not the same al luring quality for the old that it has for the young. Sweetwater watched him in some concern, then with the persistence which was one of his strong points, ven tured finally to remark; "• have but one idea left on the sub ject.’’ "And what Is that?" Old as he was, Mr. Gryce was alert In a moment. “The girl wore a red cloak. If I mistake not, the lining was also red. A spot on it might not show the casual observer. Yet it would mean rhuch to us.” "Sweetwater!” A faint blush rose to the old man’s cheek “Shall 1 request the privilege of looking that garment over?” “Yes.” The young fellow ducked and left the room When he returned, it was with a downcast air. "Nothijig doing said he. And t m n there was silence. “We only need to find out now that this cutter was Hot even Miss Challoner’s property.” remarked Mr. Gryce, at last with a gesture towards the object named lying openly on the table before him ’’That should be easy. Shall 1 take It to their rooms and show it to her maid?" "If you can do so without disturbing the old gentleman. But here they were themselves dis turbed. A knock at the door was fol lowed by the Immediate entrance of the very person just mentioned. Mr Chal loner had come in search of the inspector, anti showed some surprise to find his place occupied by an unknown old man But Mr Gryce. who discerned titlings in the. b teavetl lathers face, was all aiacrilj in an instant. Greeting Ins visit- and spark of flame akin to the one with undreamed of possibili ties, at once the hope and the riddle of the race. This primitive woman with her strength and her fearlessness with her unconscious powers, her sharp instincts and intuitions has been the ideal of virile poets like Walt Whitman, like Rich ard Wagner, and is the embodiment of Goethe’s eternal feminine The girl in the picture may have belonged to a savage epoch, but you and I know that she still exists clothed in the satin and lace of today. 1 have seen her looking from under her straight and beveled brows, hei black hair coiled smoothly and tightly at the back of her head, swinging down the streets of the city, wearing the little suffragist's parade hat, he- face aflame with the enthusiasm for her Cause. She was the primitive woman demanding once more the liberty that had been taken from her; fighting again in a new wav not only for the good of her own children, but for the children of other women, too. The Primitive Woman. This wonderful elemental primitive woman is hindered more than she is helped by the fashions and the refinements of modern dress. Sac's only foolish when she tries to imitate in appearance the women of -mailer minds and less noble purposes. Straight forwardness and simplicity are the basis of her character aril should show in her attire. Her beauty is derived from the'sun’s glow, the caress of the wind, pure air and watei. If she could go back to olden days where she had to fight for her food or to cultivate it herself, wringing her daily portion from the soil she would again become the strong and healthy creature of Nature which she was intended to be. the great mother of the race. But today quantities of food are placed before her without effort of her own, and half the time the air si A- breathes is polluted. Sh" sickens and grows pale, and wonders what is Arong. Like the squirrels in the park, wno no longer have to hunt for tliei: food, and have giown lazy and lost their fine furry coat In consequence, the woman of today who belongs to the primitive elemental type is uneasy and restless, and sick at heart. But all over the world this primitive type of woman with hei* dauntless courage, her noble beauty and purpose, is awakening to tend the fires of the race once more and demand her portion of toil. < The light of inspiration is in her eye. If you have seen her as 1 have, working for the betterment of society among the so cial workers, perhaps at Hull House in Chicago, or at Gieenwich Settlement, or perhaps among the ranks of the London workers, or tn her own modest wav fighting to maintain her children vou will recognize her at once and will see in her the noblest and grandest type of feminine beauty. /A i ft ' or w ith a smile which few could see with out trusting the man, he explained the inspector's absence and introduced him self in his own capacity. Mr. t’halloner had heard of him Nev- NOT LAZY NOT STUPID Friends Fussed at Her For Being Lazy, When AH She Needed Was Cardiii, The Wo man’s Tonic. Springfield, Tenn.—ln an interesting letter from this place, Miss C. L. Fu quay writes as fallows; “I was taken sick at my sister’s home, got up too soon and came to my home, which threw me into chills, This resulted in womanly troubles. "I was without either energy or ap petite, and my friends fussed at me for my stupidness, and said I was lazy. "But. anyhow, I grew worse, and aft er taking to my bed. I was under the treatment of a physician for over a month, without relief. “At last my mother bought*me a bot. tie of Cardul, the woman’s tonic, and before tju* first bottle was gone I was eating heartily, and before I had taken all of four bottles I was O. K. In every way. “Cardul Is what brought me relief, and I hope every woman who suffers as 1 did will give It a trial." Cardul goes to the weak spots, and helps to make them strong. It is for the weak, tired, nervous, irritable wom en who feel as though everything were wrong, and need something to quiet their restless nerves and strengthen their worn out systems. Thousands of women now enjoy good health as a result of taking Cardul. Why not you? Try it. N B Write to: Ladies Advisory Dept. Chattanooga Medicine < o . Chattanooga. Tenn for Special Instructions, and el page book, I'ome Treatment for Worn on,' sent in plain wrapper, on request. ertheless he did not seem inclined to speak. Mr. Gryce motioned Sweetwater from the room. With a woeful look the young detective withdrew, his last glance cast at the cutter still lying in full view on the table. Mr. Gryce, not unmindful himself of this object, took it up. then laid it down again, with an air of seeming abstraction The lather’s attention was caught. "What is that?” he cried, advancing a step and bestowing more than an ordinary glance at the object thus brought casu ally, as it were, to his notice. "1 surely recognize this cutter. Does it belong here or—" Mr. Gryce, observing the other’s emo tion. motioned him to a chair. As his visitor sank into It, he remarked, with all the consideration exacted by the sit uation: "It is unknown property, Mr. Chailoner. But we have some reason to think it be longed to your daughter. Are we correct in this surmise?” "1 have seen it, or one like it. often in her hand." Here his eyes suddenly dilated and the hand stretched forth to grasp it quickly drew back. "Where —where was it found?" he hoarsely demanded. "O God! am I to be crushed Io the very earth by sorrow!” Mr. Gryce hastened to give him such relief as was consistent with the truth. "It was picked up-last night—from the lobby floor. There is seemingly nothing to connect It with her death Yet—” The pause was eloquent. Mr Chailoner gave the detective an agonized look and turned white to the lips. Then gradually, as the silence continued, his head fell forward, and he muttered almost unin telligibly: "I honestly believe her the victim of some heartless stranger. 1 do now; but but I can not mislead the police. At any cost I must retract a statement I made under false impressions and with no desire to deceive. I said that I know all of the gentlemen who admired her and aspired to her hand, and that they were all reputable men and above committing a crime of this (or any other kind. But it seems that I did not know her secret heart as thoroughly as I had supposed. Among her effects 1 have just come upon a batch of letters—love letters 1 am forced to acknowledge signed by initials totally strange to me. The letters are mainly in tone most of them- but one " "What about the one?" "Shows that the writer was displeased. It may mean nothing, but I could not let the^Tmatter go without setting myself right with the authorities. If it might be allowed to rest here—ls those letters can remain sacred. It would save me the additional pang of seeing her-Inmost con cerns the secret and holiest recesses of a woman’s heart, laid open to the public. For, from the tenor of most of these let ters. she she was not averse to the writer." Mr Gryce moved a little restlessly In his chair and stared hard at the cutter so conveniently placed under his eye Then In manner softened ami he remarked To Be Continued in Next Issue. Cupid’s Understudy By Beatrice Fairfax A GIRL thinks she is in loye with a man. She is only in love with love. She l;as been beguiled by one of the many understudies of Cupid. She is lonesome with that lonesome ness of youth, which doesYi't under stand why it is lonely. A man appears who bears her company. She dislikes to be alone. She enjoys his- companion ship. She believes it will b< the -am all through life. Therefore, she says, she loves him. She loves the theater to which a young man escorts iter. She loves the little compliments he pay her. Siu loves the little feeling of superiority to other girls who boa-l of no lover. She loves all these, and imagines it is the man she loves. She applies the same tests to her feeling for him that si e applies to hei liking for chocolate candy. 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