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THE GEOBQIAWS MAGAZINE PAGE
* ‘lnitials Only’ ' By Anna Katherine Green
.4 Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
(Copyright. 1911. Streei A Smith )
* (Copyright, 1911, bx Ixxlri. M.'«d X- Co.)
TODAY S INSTALLMENT.
’*VThy dn you say that?'
“Would he have wasred his hai.il’* in
the snow if he bad been in ignorance of
.the occurrence'’ He wa • the real, if not
the active, cause of her death and he
knew It. Either he Excuse me. In-
Heath gnd Mr Grjc< it is not for me
to obtrude my opinion.
“Have xon settled it beyond dispute
that Brothers* n is realh th» man who
whs seen doing this
“No. si- I have not had a m note
for that job. but I ni readv for the husi
np'-f’ any time you see fit to spate me
“I-et it t»e tomorrow’, er. if y.»u «an
manage it. tonight We wart the man
even if h» is not the t,er<> of that ro
mantic episode He wrote these letters,
and he must explain the test one His
initials, as you see, a*e not ordinary ones,
and you will find them at the bottom of
all these sheets He was htave enough
nr arrogant enough to sign the question-
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able one with his full name This may
speak well for him. or It may not. It
is for \on tn decide that. Where will
y<i.i 1 ink for him. .Sweetwater? No nne
here knows his address.“
Not Miss t'halloner’a maid**’’
N'». 'he nanae is a new one to her But i
sl-.e made It very evident that she was
not surprised to hear that her mistress
was in secret correspondence with a mem
ber of the male sex Much can be hid
den from servants, but not that.”
I 11 find the man. I have a double 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 Dolngg For George.
That evening George sat so long over
the newspapers that in spite of my ab
sorbing interest in the topic engrossing
me. i fell asleep in mv cozy little rocking
chair I was awakened by what seemed
like « kiss falling very softly on my fore
head though, to he sure, it may have
ticon only the flap of George’s coat sleeve
as he stooped over me.
“Wake up. little woman." I heard, “and
trot away to hed I'm going out and
mav not be in till davbreak ’’
WnE going out’ a’ 10 o’clock at night,
tired as you are as we both are! What
has happened Oh'"
Th’s broken exclamation '’scaped me as
' I perceived in the dim background by the
I sdtlng room door, the figure of a man
I who called up recent, but very thrilling
' experiences
| Mr Sweetwater “ explained George
“We are going nut together It is neces
sary. or you may be sure I should not
leave vou.”
I was quite wide awake enough by now
to understand “Oh, f know You are
going to hunt up the man How I wish
But George did not wait for me tn ex
press mv wishes. He gave me a little
good advice as to how I had better employ
my time in his absence, and was off before
I could find words to answer
I his ends all I have to say about my
self. but the events of that night care
fully related to me by George are impor-
I tant enough for me to describe them, with
I all the detail which is their rightful due
1 shall tell the story as | have already
been p<| to do In other portions of this
narrative. u< though I were present and
shared the adventure.
As soon as the two were in the street,
'he detective turned toward George and
sa id
"Mi knderson, I have a great deal to
ask of you. The business before us is
not a simple one. and I f»at that I shall
lune 1,, subject you to more Inconven
ience than is customary In matters like
this. Mr Brolherson has vanished, that
is, in his own proper person, but I have
fan idea (hat 1 am on the track of one
who will lead us very directly to him if
we manage the affair carefully. What 1
want of you. of course, is mere identifica
tion You saw the face of the man who
washed his hands In the snow, anil would
know it again, you say Do you think
you could be quite sure of yourself, if
the man were differently dressed and dlf
ferentl\ occupied
"I think so. There's his height and a
lertain strong look in his face. I can not
describe it "
ou d«>n t need f«». Come! we’re all
righi. You 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 lhe wax lo 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 Hu 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 f
have described can have no friends here."
Then. bethinking himself, he added:
Hu' if lie has reasons to tear the law,
I naturallx he would seek to lose himself
in a place as different as possible from
his usual haunts.''
les, that would be some mens way."
was the curt, almost indifferent, answer
he received Sweetwater was looking this
wax and that from the window beside
him. and now, leaning out gave some di
rections to the driver which altered their
course.
W hen they stopped, which was in a few
minutes, he said to George:
“We shall have to walk now for a block
" r i'vn. I'm anxious to attract no atten
tion. nor is it desirable for you to do so.
If you can manage lo net as if you were
accustomed to the plate and Just leave
all the talking 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 ’
• hey alighted, and he dismissed (he
taxicab. Some clock in the neighborhood
struck the hour of ten.
, ’Goo<l‘. we shall bp in time,” muttered
the detective, and led the way down the
j street and round a corner or so. till they
. came to a block darker than the rest, and
milch less noisy
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The Ten Ages of Beauty * - v °- 2 —
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Bv MAKBARET HIBBARD
AYER.
1 T rHAT is your favorite type of
V/X/ feminine beauty?
Do you recognize it 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 we see everywhere
about.
The Seeker is she who knows that
lhe 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 Unknown 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 tiie
luminous eyes.
The eyes of the Seeker are large,
and full of mystery. Al another bend
in life's road she knows she will find
the foot of her rainbow, the meaning of
eveiytliirig which has puzzled her, and
her dream comes true.
And that bend in the road may come
at any moment, so she's alwats 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 dailj food
she ignores as much as possible. Thex
are beneath her, lor she is full of sym-
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * By Beatrice Fairfax
GLORY IN HER KIND.
Deai Miss Fairfax:
I am desperately in love with
a young girl whom I meet very
often. She seems lo like me. but as
site 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 peai h from a tree?
<tf course she has never given you
much encouragement. She places too
high a value on herself to throw her
self at your head Sire must be won,
and I hope she will let you do all the
work that winning a nice girl involves.
GO TO HER AUNT.
Deal Miss Fail fax:
I am eighteen and in love with
a girl'one year my senior, w hom
I met about three months ago. and
ft was a ease of love at fl: st sight.
This girl has no parents and lives
wit li het aunt. Some one told her
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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 I’zanne enti
tled “The Story of Furs and Muffs.”
pathy and tenderness once her attention
has been called tn 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 Erymintrude. 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 rooked 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 eared
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 was 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 that every
baby is extraordinary in himself.
Still Erymintrude went on seeking
the unobtainable* Her household af
fairs got badly mixed, and the food on
the 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 siandei 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 ant sixteen years of age and
am going with a young man. nine
teen years of age. for about eight
months. When 1 first went with
him. he cared for me xery much.
adoring husband was the sort that
will stand for anything from the woman
he loves, and he loved Erymintrude—
everybody did.
When she bent her gaze earthward,
she was capable of the mist 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 shed always been looking
for, and had found the rainbow and
w>*k,
T -W-
i 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
c ried.
Then she set to work with all the
I 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
I type of mother, now that the Seeker
I has come down to earth. And perhaps
: he wonders why she calls him "Pot of
■ Gold," when she hufes and cuddles him
at night. It must seem a silly name to
a sensible, pudgy little baby with a
i good appetite and no imagination. As
, for the husband, he knows that his
I 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
i hers to practical everyday use, and is
■ the inspiration, the guide, and the
r 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
Kiri friend s house, 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.
1 am twenty years old and love a
sweet girl of eighteen, whom 1 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 1 call
In the evening. Os course, we
would much lather 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 In the pa rlor.
FRANK <
If they trusted you they would not
object to you and you sweetheart be
ing alone in the parlor
Their unusually strict chaperonage is
In the girls Interest, and instead of
critfelslng.it. I regret that guardians of
young girls so often swing.to the other
extreme, and are too lax
Be patient tnd show xmrself a man
i <n<! honorable young man. md 1 am
>ti A they Uhl in time giant you the
prix liege you ~-k.
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
By Frances L. Garside
WHEN LYSANDER JOHN IS SICK.
WHEN Lysander John Appleton
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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 e»-
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 tjpreaved ones
—here he looked around for signs of
weeping, but detected none.
"I ask my dear bereaved ones to go
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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 I
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steam but that's necessary in this kind of
washing. When noon comes, if the smell
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the cemetery.”
Then, in pleased anticipation of the
tribute this would prove to bis parmi ',
generosity, he called for another > v
water bag. .
"I know I should make an effort t >
get better," he sighed. "I realize it H
my duty. But it Costs So Mut h t ,
live!”
Then he gave a sigh of relief bm
didn't Pass On.
On another occasion wjien he was
really very sick and his relatives '
gathered about his bed, he began pi k
ing at the bed covers.
“I see a light." he murmured.
“It's the pearly gates, said his wif<
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 n
Widow Smith's kitchen, that I see ,
morning. I'm not a fool it I am l\
ing!”
But the show of anger was good f., r
him. For he speedily got well.