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THE GEORQIAM’S MAGAZINE' PAGE
“Initials Only”
A Thrilling Mystery Story of
Modern Times.
By ANNA KATHERINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1911. Street A- Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911. by Dodd. Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"It isn't the value' Mr. Gryce could
be very patient "It's the fact that we
believe It to have been answerable for
Miss Chailoner s death—that Is. If there
was any blood on It when you picked it
up ”
"Blood:” The girl was facing them
•agin. astonishment struggling with dis
fust on her plain but mobile features
"Blood! is that what, you mean? No won
der I hate it. Take it away," she cried
"Oh. mother. I'll never pick up anything
again which doesn’t belong to me! Blood!’
•he repeated In horror, flinging herself
into her mother’s arms
Mr Gryce thought he understood the
■ituatlon Here was a little kleptomaniac
whose weakness the mother was strug
gling to hide. Light was pouring In
He felt his body's weight leas on that
miserable foot of his
"Doest that frighten you? Are you so
affected by the thought of blood!”
"Don't ask me And I put the thing
under my pillow I I thought It was so—
•o pretty."
"Mrs. Watkins," Mr. Gryce from that
moment Ignored the daughter, "did you
see it there?"
"Teo; 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 1 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
took for yourself The bed has been
made up, but there was no change of
Itnen. We expected to remain here; I see
bo good to be gained by hiding any of
the facts now.”
"None whatever, Madam.”
“Come, then Caroline, sit down and
•top crying. Mr. Gryce believes that
your only fault was in not taking this
object at once to the desk.”
"Tee, that’s all." acquiesced the de
tective after a short study of the shaking
figure and distorted features of the girl.
"Ton had no Idea, I'm sure, where this
weapon came from or for what it had
been used. That’s evident.”
Her shudder, as she seated herself, was
very convincing. She was too young t
•imulate so euccessfully emotions of this
character.
"I'm glad of that," she responded, half
fretfully, half gratefully, as Mr. Gryce
followed her mother Into the adjoining
room. ’Tve 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 these
words, but much upon the lack of curi
osity she showed in the minute and care
ful examination he now made of her
room. There was no stain on the pillow
cover and none on the bureau spread
where she might very naturally have
laid the cutter down on first coming into
her room. The blade was so polished that
it must have been rubbed off somewhere,
either purposely or by accident Where
then, since not here? Ho 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.
■’Walt, and I will get them for you."
"No need. I.et her hold out her hands
in token of amity. I shall soon see."
They returned to where the girl still
•at, 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
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The 7en Ages of Beauty * * i—rhe Primeval Giri
By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER.
{{"I"! T HAT type of woman do you consider the most beau-
VV tifui?”
This question is the bugbear of the artist and well
known Illustrator, for the man or woman of the brush and pencil
is asked it over the tea cup, and by the woman who is sitting for
her portrait and always and eternally by the newspaper 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 who is a successful
portrait painter, almost despite himself.
"Well," X 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 ideal, a whole lot of people would go
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
to me It always suggests the adornment of a beautiful woman.
"Billions are spent on 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 artist
gallantly, and so we got back to our first question, which is ono
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 to
marry that ideal as personified by her charming self.
The trouble with the ideal type of beauty is that it is subject
to change.
The Youthful Idea.
At ten years of age ycu 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, or
some beautiful friend whose visits cast a radiance over the home.
A little later the severity of teacher and sister faded that ideal
and your imagination knew no further height to scale 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.
Thon came the world of history and books with wonderful
heroines of all kinds, each influencing you and swaying your de
sires and wishes toward her own particular type of beauty.
fine week you were for being like Cleopatra, and worshipped
the shrine of the red-haired girl.
The next your ideal has changed to the mischievous and de
mure .lane Austen type of girl, and so on ad infinitum, or until
character and circumstance and the not impossible HE molded
you into the one particular type which you represent.
Miss Nell Brinkley's picture. I take it. shows us the elemental
woman whose primitive characteristics form part of the compli
cated mentality of the girl of today.
Erlend of the wolf and guardian of the fire, ready to wake
with a spring and pounce upon her enemy, or to fall upon her
lover's neck, the elemental woman slumbers between wild beast
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This Picture Is Reproduced From “Good Housekeeping” Magazine For September. Where It Appears in Connection With
Octave I'zanne's Article Entitled “The Story of Furs and Muffs.”
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 mother's ear
The answer came quickly, but not in
the mother's tones. Mr. Gryce's ears had
lost none of their ancient acuteness.
"I do not see that I should gain much
by doing so. The one discovery which
would link this find of yours indissolubly
with Miss Challoner's death, I have failed
to make. If I am equally successful be
low if I can establish no closer connec
tion there than here between this cutter
and the weapon which killed Miss Chall
oner. I shall have no cause 'to mention
the matter. It will tie too extraneous to
the ease. Do you remember the exact
spot where you stooped, Miss Watkins?"
"No, no. Somewhere near those big
chairs; 1 didn't have to step out of my
way; I 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. Rut
ho 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
saw Miss Watkins stoop, no trace of
blood was found upon the rug which bad
ain there, nor had anything of the kind
been washed up by the very careful man
Who scrubbed the lobby floor In the earlv
morning. This was disappointing, as Its
presence would have settled the whole
question When, these efforts all ex
hausted, the two detectives faced each
other again in the 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 watcher! him in
some concern, then with the persistence
which was one of his strong points, ven
turer! Anally to remark;
"I have but one idea left on the sub
ject."
At i what Is that?" Old as he was,
Mr. ,ryce 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 much to us.”
“Sweetwaterl”
A faint blush rose to the old man's
cheek.
"Shall I 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.
"Nothing doing." said he.
And then there was silence.
"\\ e only need to find out now that
this cutter was not 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 I take it
to their rooms and show it to her maid?"
"If von can do so without disturbing
the old gentleman."
Rut 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,
and showed some surprise to find his
place occupied by an unknown old man
But Mr Gryce. who discerned tidings
in the bereaved lathers face, was all
alacrit) ;n an instant. Greeting his Msit-
and spark of flame akin to the one with undreamed of possibili
ties, at once the hope and the riddle of the rSce.
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 Wait 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 tn the satin and
lace of today.
I have seen her looking from under her straight and beveled
brows, her 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, her 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 way 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 She's only foolish when she tries to imitate in appearance
the women of smaller minds and less noble purposes. Straight
forwardness and simplicity are the basis of her character and
should show in her attire. Her beauty is derived from the'sun’s
glow, the caress of the wind, pure air and water. It 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 she breathes is polluted. She
sickens and grows pale, and wonders what is wrong. Like the
squirrels in the park, who no longer have to hunt for their food,
and have grown 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 her
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 I have, working for the betterment of society among the so
cial workers, perhaps at Hull House in Chicago, or at Greenwich
Settlement, or perhaps among the ranks of the London workers,
or in her own modest way fighting to maintain her children, you
will recognize her at once and will see in her the noblest and
grandest typa of feminine beauty.
or with 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. Chailoner had heard of him. Nev-
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ertheless he did not seem inclined to
speak.
Mr. Gryce motioned Sweetwater from
the room. With a woeful look the young
detective withdrew, bls 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 father'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. "I surely
recognize this cutter. Poes 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. Challoner
Rut we have some reason to think It be
longed to your daughter. Are we correct
in this surmise?”
“I have seen It, or one like it, often in
her band." 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 to the very
earth by sorrow!"
Mr. Gryce hastened to give him such
relief as was consistent tvlth 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 Challoner
gave the detective an agonized look and
turned white to the lips. Then graduaily,
as the silence continued, bls head fell
forward, and he muttered almost unin
telligibly:
"I honestly believe her the victim of
some heartless stranger. I do now: but
—but I can not mislead the police. At
any cost I must retract a statement 1
made under false Impressions and with
no desire to deceive. I said that I knew
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. Rut it
seems that I did not know her secret
heart as thoroughly as I had supposed
Among her effects I have just come upon
a batch of letters—love letters I 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 matter go without setting myself
right with the authorities. If it might
be allowed to rest here —if 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
bls chair and stared hard at the cutter so
conveniently placed under hfs eye Then
his manner softened and he remarked
j To Be Continued m Next Issue.
Cupid’s Understudy
By Beatrice Fairfax
A GIRL thinks she is in love with a
man. She is only in love with
love. She has been beguiled by
one of the many understudies of Cupid.
She is lonesome with that lonesome
ness of youth, which doesn'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 be the same
all through life. Therefore, she says,
she loves him.
She loves the theater to which a
young man escorts her. She loves the
little compliments he pays her. She
loves the little feeling of superiority to
other girls who boast 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 she applies to her
liking for chocolate candy. She finds he
is just as sweet, just as agreeable, and,
having acquired the taste for him, is
just as hard to do without.
With these foolish moonbeam tests of
her sentiments, she declares she is mad
15' in love. The word “madly” is well
advised. For the time being she is in
sane, and her insanity- takes the form of
a love sickness that does not originate
in love, but in one of its many dis
guises.
And of all the foolish little maidens
in this foolish little world, she is most
to be pitied.
When, as a baby, she cried for that
■which was not good for her, and cried
more when she got it and found it was
not, there was much sympathy.
Her parents wiped her tears away
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