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THE GEOBGIAMS MAGAZIHE PAGE initials Only By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911. by Dodd, Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT ■•tVhv do you say that?" ■Would he have washed his hands in snow if he had been in ignorance of t he recurrence? He was the real, If not the active, cause of her death and he Lew It. Either he— Excuse me, Dr. Heath and Mr. Qryce,. it is not for me to obtrude my opinion.” -Have you settled it beyond dispute that Brotherson is really the man who wftS seen doing this?” ■X'o sir- I have not had a minute for that job, but I'm ready for the busi ness any time you see fit to spare mq.” "Let It be tomorrow, or. if you can n*nage It. tonight. We want the man «en if he is not the hero of that ro mantic episode. He wrote these letters, and" he must explain the last one. His initials, as you see. are not ordinary ones, and you will find them at the bottom of all these sheets. 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Pail SI.OO Your (grocer tor It Cheek-Neal Coffee Co. || NASHVILLE HOUSTON JA' KSONVILLH marriage invitations Reception and Visiting Cards CORRECTLY AND PROMPTLY ENGRAVED SEND FOR SAMPLES AND PRICES J. P. STEVENS ENGRAVING CO., Forty-seven Whitehall Street Atlanta, Georgia r- - Delightful Auto Run to Griffin Always Good TMET IMS a Automobile Things to Eat at I ■■ t Headquarters able one with bls full name. This mav speak well for him, or it mav not. It is for you to decide that. Where will you look for him, Sweetwater? No one here. Knows his address." ~L Ot Chailoner's maid?" “No; the name is a new one to her. But she made it very evident that she was not surprised to hear that her mistress her S "J S .t° ret corres P°n<lenee with a mem ber Os the male sex. Much can be hid den from servants, but not that ” n T- the man; 1 llave a '’onble rea son for doing that now He shall not es cape me. Dr. Heath expressed his satisfaction, and gave some orders. Meanwhile Mr Gryce had not uttered a word. strange Doings For George. I hat evening George sat so long over the newspapers that in spite of my ab s>r ng interest in the topic engrossing me, I fell asleep in my cozy little rocking chair. I was awakened by what seemed like a kiss falling very softly „ n mv fore head, though, to be sure, it may have been only the flap of George's coat sleeve as lie stooped over me, “Wake up, little woman," I heard, "and rot away to bed. I'm going out and may not be in till daybreak." "You! going out: at 10 o'clock at night tired as you are—es we both are' What has happened—Ob!” This broken exclamation escaped me as . I perceived In the dim background hv the sitting room door, the figure of a man | Who called up recent, but very thrillin" ; experiences. I Mr - Sweetwater,” explained George 'We are going out together. It is nec •«- sary, or you may be sure I should not leave you.' I was quite wide awake enough by row to understand. "Oh, I know. You are going to hunt up the man How I wish But George did not wait for me to ex press my wishes. He gave me a I'ttle good advice as to 1:.,« I had better . qiloy my time in his absence, and was ~ff before 1 could find words to answer. This ends all I have to say about mv self; but the events of that night care fully relati d to me by Georg, are impor tant enough for me to describe them, with ah the detail which is their rightful due I shall tell the story as I have already been led to do in other portions of this narrative, as though 1 were present and shared the adventure. As soon as the two were in the street, the detective turned toward George and said: Mr. Anderson, I have a great deal to ask of you The business before us is not a simple one, and I fear that I shall have to subject you to .more inconven ience than is customary in matters like this Air. Brotherson has vanished; that is, In his own proper person, but 1 have an idea that I am on the track of one who will lead us very directly to him if we manage the affair carefully. What I want of you, of course, is mere identifica tion. You saw the face of the man who washed his hands in the snow, and would know it again, you say. Do you think you could be quite sure of yourself, if tlie man were differently dressed and dif ferently occupied?” ‘ I think si. There’s his height and a certain strong look in his face. I ca n not describe it." )on don t need to. Come! we re all i . giil. )ou don t mind making a night of it “Not if it is necessary." "That we can't tell yet." And with a characteristic shrug and smile, the de tective led the way to a taxicab which stood in waiting at the corner. A quarter of an hour of rather fast rid ing brought them into a tangle of streets on the east side. As George noticed the swarming sidewalks and listened to the noises incident to an over-populated quarter, he could not forbear, despite the injunction he had received, to express his surprise at the direction of their search. "Surely," said he, "the gentleman I have described can have no friends here." Then, bethinking himself, he added: But if he has reasons to fear the law. naturally he would seek to lose himself in a place as different as possible from his usual haunts.” ") es, that would be some men’s way," was the curt, almost indifferent, answer he received. Sweetwater was looking this way and that from the window beside him, and now, leaning out gave some di rections to the driver which altered their course. When they stopped, which was in a few minutes, he said to George: "We shall have to walk now for a block or two. I'm anxious to attract no atten tion. nor is it desirable for you to do so. If you can manage to net as if you were accustomed to the place and just leave all the talkjng to me. we ought to get along first-rate. Don't be astonished at anything you see. and trust me for the rest; that’s all." They alighted, and he dismissed the taxicab. Some clock in the neighborhood struck the hour of ten. “Good! we shall be in time.” muttered the detective, and led the way down the street and round a corner or so, till thev came to a block darker than ilie rest, anil much less noisy. To Be Continued in Next Issue PILES CURED AT HOME BY NEW ABSORPTION METHOD. If you suffer from bleeding, itching, blind or protruding piles, send me your address, and I will tell you how to cure yourself at home by the new absorption treatment; and will also send some of this home treatment free for trial, with references from your own locality if requested. Im mediate relief and permanent cure as sured. Send no money, but tell others o! this offer. Write today to Mrs. M. Sum mers, Box P. Notre Dame. Ind. The Ten Ages of Beauty * \o. 2—The seeker 4 &W w® f I ’ W/ 1 . r' <7 ./'A Bv .MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. x v THAT is your favorite type of VV feminine beauty? Do you recognize ii in this fair creature disguised in medieval trappings, looking longingly into the crystal ball in the hands of the sage and seeking so ardently for a glimpse of the future? It is a familiar type, that of the seeker—it’s one that tie see everywhere about. The Seeker is sbe who knows that the future holds something vastly won derful. marvelously beautiful, surpass ing all expectations, something for her alone. What the search of the Holy Grail was to the Knights of King Arthur is this seeking and longing, this quest of the I'nknown for the girl Seeker. She is usually a frail looking girl, slightly built; her thereal body seems more of the next world than this. Her face is pale, delicate, illumined with the spiritual glow, as if a steady flame of high desire and longing, which lights her on her search, glowed be neath the satiny skin and shone in the luminous eyes. The eyes of the Seeker are large, and full of mystery. At another bend in life’s road she knows she will find the foot of her rainbow, the meaning of everything which has puzzled her. and her dream comes true. And that bend in the road may come at any moment, so she’s always ready, a wise virgin with her lamp well trimmed and- her eyes wide open, al ways seeking. Anything But Practical. Sometimes I am afraid she is any thing but practical. The common needs of life and human nature’s daily food she ignores as much as possible. They are beneath her, for she is full of sym- ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * By Beatrice Fairfax GLORY IN HER KIND. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am desperately in love with a young girl whom I meet very often. She seems to like me, but as she has never given me much en couragement 1 do not know what to do. ANXIOUS. Do you expect her to fall into your hands like a peach from a tree? Os course she has never given you much encouragement. She places too high a value on herself to throw her self at your head. She must be won. and I hope she will let you do all the work that winning a nice girl involves. GO TO HER AUNT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen and in love with a girl one year my senior, whom I met about three months ago, and It was a f-ise of love at first sight. This girl has no parents and lives with her aunt. Some one told her -1 ) / What food so delectable as a dish ert 1 / Faust Spaghetti ? Its savory aroma \ / tempts appetite and helps digestion. I I It feeds the body well. 1 I AT YOUR GROCER S \ /I In sealed packages Sc and 10c \ CJ MAULL BROS., St. Uui., Mo A this picture by Miss Nell Brinkley is reproduced by permis sion from "Good Housekeeping” magazine for September, where it appears in connection with an article by Octave Uzanne enti tled “The Story of Furs and Muffs.’’ pathy and tenderness once her attention has been called to things more humble than her high, exalted thoughts. But she longs and seeks eternally for the great and higher things, and some times her path leads her through all kinds of tangles. There was Erymlntrude. a Seeker,, who looked much like this girl in the picture. She was frail and beautiful, with ash blond hair and great big vio let eyes, that looked as if they always saw a wonderful spiritual vision. She was always longing and search ing for something more, something higher, finer, greater and more splen did than what life had given her. Not material things, for she cared not for gold or riches, or beautiful clothes, or worldly success. She thought she had a mission, but was not sure what it was. But she it as a girl in an ordinary family and. eventually, she married an ordinary man, and, in course of time, they had a nice, fat baby, that would have been ordinary, except tliat every baby is extraordinary in himself. Still Erymintrude went on seeking the unobtainable. Her household af fairs got badly mixed, and the food on tne table was pretty poor, but Ery mintrude was above such things, for it took very little to nourish her and her aunt about our love and lots of things about me that were un pleasant. Now her aunt does not want her to speak to me. The girl does not believe a word that was said about me and still loves me. G. M. R F. Go to her aunt and ask her frankly what she has against you. Frankness is the best weapon to fight suspicion and slander If your behavior is above reproach, and the girl remains true to you, you will come out victorious; of that rest assured. But it rests with yourself to be wor thy of such love and such faith. LOOKS LIKE LOVE GROWN COLD. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am sixteen years of age and am going with a young man, nine teen years of age, for about eight months. When I first went with him, he cared for me very much, adoring husband was the sort that will stand for anything from the woman he loves, and he loved Erymlntrude— everybody did. When she bent her gaze earthward, she was capable of the most complete and unselfish devotion, but, mostly, she looked up into the sky. searching for the rainbow with a pot of fairy gold buried at its foot. An Ordinary Thing. Then an ordinary thing happened. The fat baby contracted an ordinary and very bad disease, and the ordinary doctor said that he wouldn't have had to have that sickness if he had ordi nary care. And the ordinary husband was distracted. Then the longing, searching look van ished forever from Erymintrude’s eyes. It was as if she had suddenly and unexpectedly come to that bend in the road that she’d always been looking '”r, and had found the rainbow and B - ' Al v® ■ t w Itca A z; a 'J.--..- the pot of gold being trampled under her feet. "It's here; it's right here, and I’ve been looking for IT all the time!” she cried. Then she set to work with all the force and power of her nature to re capture what she had almost lost. With heroic self-sacrifice that compelled even the doctor’s admiration, she wres tled for the baby’s life and then set about to reorganize her household, and to find In every detail of the work the beautiful and spiritual significance that she’d been looking for In dreams and visions. The ordinary baby, fat once more, probably realizes that he has the finest type of mother, now that the Seeker has come down to earth. And perhaps he wonders why she calls him "Pot of Gold" whin she hugs and cuddles him at night. It must seem a silly name to a sensible, pudgy little baby with a good appetite and no imagination. As for the husband, he knows that his wife is the one perfect type of beauti ful womanhood, the Seeker who has found her quest. And she is making a successful man of him. for she has turned those vague spiritual powers of hers to practical everyday use, and is the inspiration, the guide, and the source of his happiness and content ment. but he does not seem to be the same to me now. I meet him three times a week, but when he comes he always wants me to go to a girl friend's bouse, and If I do not' go to her house he gets very angry and goes home. Do you think he cares more for the girl than me? If so. let me know, as I have a couple of young men who would like to keep com pany with me. F. B. He is evidently growing tired of .you, and you must call your pride to your assistance and let him see that you don’t care. Encourage him to call on the other girl, and he will lose the desire to call. Also invite these other friends to call on you. and when he sees them with you. he will care still less for the other girl. That is characteristic of his sex. THEY DON’T TRUST YOU, Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty years old and love a sweet girl of eighteen, whom I have known for about a year. Her parents like and trust me, but insist that either her mother, sister or grandmother must be in the same room with us when I call in the evening. Os course, we would much rather enjoy each other's company alone, and 1 would appreciate it if you will advise us If you think it improper for young people to be left alone tn the parlor. FRANK C. If they trusted you they would not object, to you and your sweetheart be ing alone in the parlor. Their unusually strict chaperonage is In the girl's Interest, and Instead of criticising it, 1 regret that guardians of young girls so often swing to the other extreme, and are too lax. lie patiejit. and show yourself a man ly and honorable young man. and I am sure they will In time giant you the privilege you atk. Daysey May me and Her Folks By Trances L. Garside WHEN LYSANDER JOHN IS SICK. WHEN Lysander John Appleton has a pimple he thinks it is a boil. When he is a little sick he thinks his condition is dangerous. When he is really sick he is satisfied he is dying. Lysander John is a man, which ex plains It. "There will be no money for a marble monument.” he said the other evening, when he felt rheumatic pains in his knee, "and as I desire a monument of some kind, I ask my dear bereaved ones —here he looked around for signs of weeping, but detected none. “I ask my dear bereaved ones to go to the attic and bring therefrom all the roller skates, the bicycles, the golf sticks and bags, the kodaks, the sleds, the croquet sets, the lawn swings and other discarded forms of amusement 1 have bought for my children. These I wish piled on my grave. They will Zj . * Lx.i - atty XL/ DRUDGE 'WI jr /> -fy Drodsfe’s Advice to Mrs. Careworn. Mrs. I'Aiaywork- “Jack and I went to the tneatre last night. It was fine.” Mrs. Careworn “And I suppose your wash got a lick and a promise. Any woman who does her work right is too tired to go out Monday night.” Anty Drudge— “No, she didn’t let her work go! I’ll tell you what she did. She used Fels-Naptha soap which does the work in half the time and doesn’t give you a backache in doing it. ” Here are two ways of washing. Choose for yourself: The Old Way. Get up at 5 o’clock. Make hot fire, fill the washboiler and get it boiling. Wet your white clothes, soap them and put them into the boiler. When they're boiled good and tender, rub them hard on the washboard, meanwhile putting others in to boil. Keep the fire good and hot. It will fill the house with nauseous steam but that’s necessary in this kind of washing. When noon comes, if the smell of boiling clothes hasn’t taken your appe tite, snatch’a bite of cold lunch. When you have the clothes boiled and rubbed sufficiently, wring them out, go from the steaming hot room into the cool air out side and hang them on the line. You’ll likely catch cold, but it must be done. The New Way. Get up at 7 o’clock summer and winter. Wet all your clothes, soap well with Fels-Naptha and let them soak in cool or lukewarm water for 30 minutes. Then mb lightly, rinse well and hang out to dry. That’s all. And your clothes will be cleaner, whiter and purer than you could get them in any other way. The whole washing takes only a few hours. W hich way sounds best to you? In using Fels-Naptha, follow simple directions printed on the red and green wrapper. Not Soid Under Any Other Name LIGHT RUNNING mariv REGISTERED Hui tl,c ilfpendable NEW HOME, also Needle* —Our Make—for alt machines. W- Rent and Repair Machines. Insure Manufacturer’s Ad vantages by dealing direct or with those we authorize. Call, Write or Phone, Main 1200. for Booklet G. The New Home Sewing Machine Co. 44 Edgewood Ave. 10 Equitable Bldg,, Atlanta, Ga make a monument as high as any in the cemetery.” Then, in pleased anticipation of the tribute this would prove to his parental generosity, he called for another hot water bag. "I know I should make an effort to get better," he sighed. "I realize it is my duty. But it Costs So Much to live!” Then he gave a sigh of relief, but didn’t Pass On. On another occasion when he was really very sick and his relatives were gathered about his bed, he began pick ing at the bed covers. “I see a light," he murmured. "It's the pearly gates, said his wife, her tears beginning to flow over the prospect of an ideal deathbed. "Oh. bother," he said in considerable anger, for one so ill, "It’s the light in Widow Smith’s kitchen, that I see every morning. I'm not a fool if 1 am dy ing!” But the show of anger was good for him. Eor he speedily got well.