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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. 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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 • X 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- NOT LAZY NOT STUPID Friends Fus ed at Her For Being Lazy, When AH She Needed Was Cardui, The Wo= man’s Tonic. Springfield. Tenn.—ln an interesting letter from this place, Miss C. L. Eu quay writes as follows: “I was taken sick at my sisters 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 tle of Cardui, the woman's tonic, and before the fit st bottle was gone I was eating heartily, and before I had taken all of four bottles I was O. K. In every way. "Cardui Is what brought me relief, and I hope every woman who suffers as I did will give it a trial.” Cardui 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 Cardui. Why not you? Try It. N R Write to' Ladles' Advisory Dept.. Chattanooga Medicine Co . Chattanooga. Tenn , for Special Instructions, an.l m page book. "Home Treatment for Worn eti. sent m plain wrapper, on request. | % UWs/ V/ //db-XX "TAM- 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. 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