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‘‘lnitials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story 0/ Modern Times
(Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
today ’S installment.
Tl.fre was sidence. Mr. Dunn thus
-sed attempted no answer; not for
a full minute. The two men were meas-
I, r im; each other—George felt that he did
POI count at all—and they were quite
too much occupied with this task to
hM the passage of time. To George,
who knew little, if anything, of what
this silent struggle meant to either, it
seemed that the detective stood no show
before this Samson of physical strength
an d intellectual power, backed by a pis
tole! just within reach of his hand. But
a , George continued to look and saw the
figure of the smaller man gradually di
late. while that of the larger, the more
potent and the better guarded, gave un
mistakable signs of secret wavering, he
slowly changed his mind and, ranging
himself with the detective, waited for the
word or words which should explain this
situation and render intelligible the
triumph gradually becoming visible in the
young detective’s eyes.
But he was not destined to have his cu
riosity satisfied so far. He might wit
ness and hear, but it was long before he
understood.
“Brotherson?” repeated their host,
after the silence had lasted to the break
ing point. “Why do you call mo that?”
Because it is your name.”
You called me Dunn a minute ago.”
“That is true.”
“Why Dunn, if Brotherson is my
name?”
"Because you spoke under the name of
Dunn at the meeting tonight, and if I do
not mistake that is the name by which
you are known here.”
And you? By what name are you
known?”
"It is late to ask. isn’t it? But I’m
willing to speak it now, and I might not
have been so a little earlier in our con
versation. lam Detective Sweetwater, of
the New York department of police, and
my errand here is a very simple one.
Some letters signed by you have been
found among the papers of the lady whose
mysterious death at the Hotel Clermont is
just noW occupying the attention of the
New' York authorities. If you have any
information to give which will in any way
explain that death, your presence will
be welcome at Coroner Heath’s office
in New York. If you have not, your
presence will still be welcome. At all
events, I was told to bring you. You will
be on hand to accompany me in the morn
ing. I am quite sure, pardoning the un
conventional means I have taken to make
sure of my man?”
The humor with which this was said
seemed to rob it of anything like attack,
and Mr. Brotherson, as we shall hereafter
call him, smiled with an odd acceptance
of the same, as he responded:
"I will go before the police certainly.
I haven’t much to tell, but what I have
is at their service. It will not help you,
but I have no secrets. What are you do
ing'.'"
He bounded toward Sweetwater, who
had simply stepped to the window, lifted
the 'hade and looked across at the oppos
ing tenement.
"I wanted to see if it was still snow
ing explained the detective, with a
smile, which seemed to strike the other
like a blow. “If it was a liberty, please
pardon it.”
Mr Brotherson drew back. The cold air
of self-possession which he now assumed,
presented such a contrast to the unwar
ranted heat of the moment before that
George wondered greatly over it, and
later when he recapitulated to me the
whole story of this night, it was this in
cident of the lifted shade, together with
the emotion It had caused, which he ac
knowledged as being for him the most
inexplicable event of the evening and the
one he was most anxious to bear ex
plained.
As this ends our connection with this
aifair, I will bid you my personal fare
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stances had made it possible for me to
accompany you through the remaining in
tricacies of this remarkable case.
But you will not lack a suitable guide.
A Difference of Opinion.
At an early hour the next morning,
Sweetwater stood before the coroner s
desk, urging a plea he feared to hear re
fused. He wished to be present at the
interview soon to be held with Mr. Broth
erson, and he had no good reason to ad
vance why Such a privilege should be al
lotted him.
“It’s not curiosity," said he. "There’s
a question I hope to see settled. I can’t
communicate it—you would laugh at me:
but it’s an important one, a very impor
tant one, and I beg that you will lei me
sit in one of the corners and hear what
he says. I won’t bother and I’ll be very
still, so still that he’ll hardly notice me.
Do grant me this favor, sir.”
The coroner, who had had some little
experience with this man. surveyed him
with a smile less forbidding than the poor
fellow expected.
"You seem -to lay great store by it."
said he; “if you want to sort those papers
over there, you may.”
“Thank you. I don’t understand the
job, but I promise you not to increase
the Confusion. If I do; if I rattle the
leaves too loudly, it will mean, ’Press him
farther on this exact point,’ but I doubt if
I rattle them. sir. No such luck.”
The last three words were uttered sotto
voce, but the coroner heard him. and fol
lowed his ungainly figure with a glance of
some curiosity, as he settled himself at
the desk on the other side of the room.
“Is the man—” he began, but at this
moment the man entered, and Dr. Heath
forgot the young detective, in his inter
est in the new arrival.
Neither dressed with the elegance
known to the habitues of the Clermont,
nor yet in the workman's outfit in which
he had thought best to appear before the
Associated Brotherhood; the newcomer
advanced, with an aspect of open respect
which could not fail to make a favorable
impression upon the critical eye of the
official awaiting him. So favorable, in
deed, was this impression that that gen
tleman half rose, infusing a little more
consideration into his greeting than he
was accustomed to show to his prospect
ive witnesses. Such a fearless eye he
bad seldom encountered, nor was it often
his pleasure to confront so conspicuous a
specimen of physical and intellectual
manhood.
“Mr. Brotherson, I believe," said he. as
he motioned his visitor to sit.
“That is my name, sir."
"Orlando Brotherson?”
"The same, sir."
“I’m glad we have made no mistake,”
smiled the doctor. "Mr. Brotherson, I
have sent for you under the supposition
that you were a friend of the unhappy
lady lately dead at the Hotel Clermont,"
“Miss Chailoner?"
"Certainly; Miss Chailoner.”
“I knew the lady. But—" here the
speaker’s eye took on a look as question
ing as that of his interlocutor—“but in a
way so devoid of all publicity that I can
not but feel surprised that the fact should
be known.”
At this, the listening Sweetwater hoped
that Dr. Heath would ignore the sugges
tion thus conveyed and decline the ex
planation it apparently demanded. But
the impression made by the gentleman's
good looks had been too strong for this
coroner’s proverbial caution, and. handing
over the slip of a note which had been
found among Miss Challoner’s effects by
her father, he quietly asked;
"Do you recognize the signature?”
“Yes, it is mine.”
“Then you acknowledge yourself the
author of these lines?"
“Most certainly. Have I not said that
this is my signature?”
"Do you remember the words of this
note, Mr. Brotherson?”
"Hardly. I recollect its tenor, but not
the exact words.”
"Read them.”
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
The Ten Ages of Beauty *
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This picture, by Nell Brinkley, ifi reproduced by permission from Good Housekeeping Magazine
for September, and. accompanies an article by Octave Uzanne, entitled
‘‘The Story of Furs and Muffs.”
i Bv MARGARET HUBBARD
AYER.
WHAT would have happened if
Dora. David ’ Copperfield’s
, child-wife, had lived to grow
; old?
Would she ever have learned to man
age her household, her husband and
babies, or would she have been eternal
ly inefficient, childish and irresponsi
ble?
The Dora girl will always be a type
of feminine beauty which many men
will find bewitching, for the very help
lessness of her makes an instant ap
peal to the masculine sense of protec
tion.
There she is, looking out of the win-
1 dow. waiting for HIM to come home.
Perhaps he is late, detained by busi
ness, or perhaps he has gotten into
some foolish scrape and doesn’t want
to bring his troubles home, because his I
child-wife is unequal to the burden of 1
sha/ing thepi with him.
Possibly, .they had a quarrel in the
morning before lie left. Something went
wrong in the household. something that
she could have avoided, and now she
looks out of the window with her ten
der little heart wrung in an agony of
self-reproach, for the Dora girl always
reproaches herself when it is too late.
Her experiences leave no impression on
her, and she gets no further in life’s
school, despite the hard lessons she has
to master.
She is cither light-hearted and sun-
Do You Know—
i
A question as to the validity of a
marriage which took place recently in
Colombo, Ceylon, has arisen. The bride
and bridegroom played a rather un
usual practical joke at the Ceremony,
for the former dressed up as the bride
groom and the latter masqueraded in
the woman's clothes, and the ceremony
was quite through before the two peo
ple concerned were identified.
A Socialist boot manufacturer of
Paris, who has just retired from the
business after making a large fortune
has presented the factory and good will
to his employees, to be carried on by
them as a copartnership concern.
Among the. Alps there are several
postoffices at a height of 6,000 feet or ,
7,000 feet. One letter box, from which
the postman makes four collections
daily, is nearly 10,000 feet above the sea
level.
~~
At St. Petersbuig there is a eloci
with 95 faces. It tells the time of the
day at 30 different places in the world,
and the movement of the earth and
other planets.
Policemen and fit omen In Sa,, Fian
claco have been ordered to do a twelve
mfle walk once a week in older tv vhe< k
a tendency to corpulency
Tltei* were thirteen deaths coin a< -
oiilunts by tin or explosion In the man !
ulacture of explu-ivei In Givat Brltal. 1
lust year. I
ny or in deepest despair of her own
shortcomings. Rut generally she is in
capable of helping herself out of her
troubles or of finding the key to her
misfortunes.
When the Dora girl makes a success
of life, though, she lias done more than
the ordinary girl would be capable of,
for she has had to triumph over herself,
over her weak and clinging nature, over
her childish feelings, and general in
competency. The strong character can
hardly understand her trials ayd her
little childish temptations. It is only
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"I had ulcers and then a tumor. Tin
second doctor who treated me said tin
last chance was an operation, to remove
the tumor, and when the third doctor
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“I couldn't consent to the operation,
so 1 decided to try Cardui. When I had
taken two bottles I felt better. In two
month- I could go about and do light
housework. Now I feel well, and the
tumor is gone.
“I do heartily recommend Cardui to
suffering women. 1 am sura It will
cure.”
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on the entire womanly constitution. For
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So if you suffer from any of the ail
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the Dora woman who has succeeded
who can show her the way.
One of these little Dora wives had
reached the brink of matrimonial un
happiness and her feet were already
trembling over the dark waters.
Her particular David had always
been the most devoted husband, until
lately, when he found his home occu
pied by a mother-in-law. a sister-in
law and various other relatives of his
wife. Dora had weakly allowed this
invasion of her home, and her kind
heart could not bear the idea of saying
“ho” to any of her kin. The conse
quence was that her husband's home
no longer belonged to him, and being
a very uncomfortable place, he avoided
it as much ns possible, and Dora looked
out of the window and watched for
him. until an older woman of her own
kind caiue and pointed out her failings.
"You’ll have to choose.” said the
older Dora, "whether it is worth while
sacrificing a perfectly good busband to
I the whim of your ow n family . You
chose him, and it is up to you to stick
to him. You have virtually given his
house away. His wife's time no longer
belongs to him, so, naturally, he doesn't
come back. If you prefer the others,
go with them, but this is a house di
vided. which can not stand, and you
will be the loser.”
And little Dora gathered up her cour
age and gave formal notice to her rela
tives that the house was David’s, and
he would have to come first. They left
in high dudgeon, but happiness and Da
vid returned.
Up-to-Date Jokes
"Ah. Jack old fellow: Haven’t seen
you since your wedding, two years ago
How goes matrimony'.’" -
“Very well, thanks. But, Jove, it’s
expensive comfort! The dressmaker
alone, if I had know n—”
"You would have remained single,
eh ?"
"No, no: but I would have married
the dressmaker."
Father. (severely)—Mrs. Grille has
just been and told nte you've broken
four panes of glass In the greenhouse.
Now, how did you do it?
Son (who has read about George
Washington) —Yes. father. 1 did it. I
can not lie.
Father —No, and you won't be able to
I it either when I’ve done with you!
I Fetch tha' strap at once!
A little slim child was enjoying his
first glimpse of pastoral life. The set
ting sun was gilding the grass and
roses of the old-fashioned garden, and
on a little stool lie sat beside the
farmer's wife, who was plucking n
chicken.
He watched the operation gravely
for nine lime. Then he spoke:
Do you lake off their clothes every
night, lady?"
Proprietm—Get nut of this! Don't
you see my efgn. "No fishing on these'
grounds?"
I'lsherman V but I’m not fishing
on th gtotinda. I only want to fish In
Die WHtrr.
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
THE CLINGING VINE.
SO manv vital questions come up
for discussion at the Making Life
More Beautiful Club that Daysey
Mayme Appleton, its president, is urg
ing that the most vital be sent to The
Hague for solution.
The story books say a man is “mas
terful.” but in real life the women hand
it to him without sugar by saying he
is "bossy.” And they handle him in
this careless, ungloved way in their de
cisions at the sessions of the Making
Life More Beautiful Club.
A recent decision covered the state
ment that it is better to go hungry
than to eat when cross.
"If our husbands,” the club members
decided, “adopted that plan, they would
starve to death.”
At a recent meeting, one woman said
she had been criticised unfavorably lie
cause she so often went out of town.
“I go.” she said, “because the only time
my husband ever kisses me is when I
take a train.” Met with sighs from the
wives who still cherish Ideals, and by
snorts from those who don't.
Rut the real excitement was caused
over an attempt to define the duties of
a wife whose husband’s ideal woman is
"The Clinging Vine.”
I began with the testimony of a mili
tant wife, whose hair fairly stood out
on her head In resentment and anger.
"I arise," she said, the willow plumes
on her hat standing up like the quills
of an angered porcupine, "at six in the
morning."
“I get breakfast for a family of five:
Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
THE OPPORTUNITY WILL COME.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am anxious to make the ac
quaintance of a girl about a year
my Junior. I have learned that she
does not speak to anybody without
a proper introduction, and 1 have
no one to introduce me to her.
YOURS IN ANXIETY.
The girl is right, and I am sure you
would respect her less if she spoke to
you without being introduced.
Be patient and wait. I am sure if the
girl is intended for you the opportunity
will come for knowing her. Os that be
sure.
KEEPING EVERLASTINGLY AT IT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
Some time ago I made the ac
quaintance of a charming young
lady. One evening I passed a re
mark referring to her in a Joking
manner, which she took as an In
sult. Having found out that I hurt
her feelings. I wrote her a letter of
apology, which she accepted. Now',
when I meet her, she seems very
distant toward me. I would like
to know how I can gain her af
fection back, as I now find that I
have fallen very deeply in love
with her. J. K.
Tell her you love her. Tel| her fer
vently and often.
You are contrite for having offended.
Prove your contrition is sincere. Pay
her every attention; be kind, be cour
teous, be agreeable. Be all that a lover
should be. and refuse to be discour
aged. A girl who is worth winning is
not always won easily.
WOULD IT BE FOR THE BEST?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen years of age, and
have been keeping company witli a
gill of the same age for the past
six months, during which time we
quarreled twice. Each time she
(erne back and asked me to renew
friendship, but we had a slight dis
agreement about a month ago, and
she gave bad; the ring I gave her.
Is there any way in which I could
win back her love., for I love her
very much, and I think she loves
me. for she has told me so?
JOHN M.
Do you wish to make up that you
may quarrel once more? It looks like j
it, and that would be a foolish waste of j
emotion and time. You say she “came
back” each time; if you really must
make up it is your turn to go to her and
beg pardon. I am sorry she has eaten i
so often of humble pie without demand
ing that you cat your portion.
wpißß
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You MUST know that there’s something
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it wouldn’t fallout, nature never intended
that. There is something wrong at the root
of things-the hair needs a tonic-a restorer.
When you are sick you take medicine.
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dress the three children for school, do
the cleaning, and get to my office at
nine.
“1 work there till five, and after I
get home at night I find time to get
dinner, take care of my home, wait on
my husband and children, and some
time, somewhere, during the week’s
routine I find time to wash, iron. bake,
sew and mend.
“I earn more than my husband, and
have done more than he toward our
support since the day I married him.
But I have never complained.
"The other evening,” her voice so
quivered with indignation she had to
pause. A sympathetic woman handed
her a drink, and. controlling her emo
tion. she resumed.
“The other evening we had the
preacher for supper, and my husband
told him that his ideal woman was the
Clinging Vine!"
Here she snorted so violently that
the laces of her straight-front corset
began to pop like popcorn over a hot
blaze.
“What I want to know is this: Can
a woman support her family, and wash
and scrub and bake, and be a Clinging
Vine at the same time?”
A— x'u r of protest and sympathy
ar' the hall. Seventeen worn.
c . at once, and all began talking
at once. Daysey Mayme rapped for or
der in vain, and the meeting disbanded
in confusion.
However, it seemed to be the gen
eral verdict that a woman to be a
Clinging Vine must have a husband
who supports her. She must also board,
and have no household cares of any
kind.
“Women can’t be a Clinging Vine,”
was .the consensus of opinion, “If th«*
man she marries isn’t strong enough to
cling to.”
So much interest was aroused it was
decided to ask The Hague to investi
gate the wage-earning ability of any
man who says his ideal woman is a
Clinging Vine. Either he must be ca
pable of earning a good salary, or be
compelled to change his ideal.
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Many Unsuccessful And
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