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THE GE ©BO AMS MAGAZINE PAGE ‘‘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 v ell I have often wished that circum- C *wS < ♦ST'aSkF S &X3g jgfk ’WIWwP fek'' s \ *\\\ !w //J' / \ X\ Cut down the cost of living LADIES, it is in your power to reduce * the outlay for food in your households and feed your families better. Serve less meat on your tables. Let a nut-brown dish of delicious FAUST BRAND SPAGHETTI take its place. It has all the nourishing elements of meat at about one-tenth its cost, and is ever so much easier digested. Faust Spaghetti is made from Durum wheat, so rich in body-building gluten. And there are so many delicious ways in which it can be served. Write for free book of recipes. At all grocers —5c and 10c packages. Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo. i 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 * W CM ■ "“'Aw I ■“ SB mCI . si few? 1' at life W,. - M.. WURST/ r S yy ,' A’" 1 ""' 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 [DANGER MARK NOW PASSED In Condition of Mrs. Hibbs, According to Advices From Morton's Gap Morton’s Gap, Ky.—"l was taken sick, and confined to my room and bed most of the time, for ten months.'’ writes Mi.-. Louise E. Hlbb>. of this place. "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 was called in. he told me it was se rious and that it was doubtful if 1 would recover. “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.” Cardui acts gently on the womanly organs, and hits a strengthening effect on the entire womanly constitution. For over half a century Cardui ha« been i successfully used by many thousands j of women, for the numerous ailments I peculiar to their sex. also as a general < tonic, for building up their strength. So if you suffer from any of the ail ments so common to women, or If y ou need a good tonic to build up your strength -don't wait longer, but do as they do —take Cardui. Begin today. It will surely help you as it has so many others. N. H Writs to: Ladies Advisory I 1 >t i'liHtlanoogs Medicine Co . I Tat mnoogii. Tenn for Special Inetrpctlone, hipl el PH Ip' bo(>k, 'Heme I'reulnient fol Worn jell,' vent in plum wrapper. <>n request 1 <Ailvrrtlaemeni > 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 WHEN YOUR HAIR BRUSHES OUT Your hair is ns sensitive as your skin — even more so. It stands up under heavy hats, curling irons, and diseases of the scalp, etc. But there is a limit. When you comb and brush your hair in the morning, watch for the “TRAILERS” that turn grey, fall out, and comb out with the first morning brush. You MUST know that there’s something -vrong. If your hair was in good health, 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. That is your first thought. Its turning grey, falling out, are both ways the hair has of “complaining of illness.’’ It can't do it in nny other way.— Do YOUR part. Use fl XY’S HAIR HEALTH $1 /X) find soc at Drug Stores or direct upon .-•ceint nt price and dealer's name. Send 10c for trial nettle Philo Hay Spec. Co., Newark, N.J FOR SALE AND RECOMMENDED BY J.ACOBB’ PHARMACY. By Frances L. Garside 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. WOMEN, AVOID OPERATIONS Many Unsuccessful And Worse Suffering Often Fol lows. Mrs. Rock’s Case A Warning. The following letter from Mrs. Orville Rock will show how unwise it is for wo men to submit to the dangers of a surgical operation when often it may be avoided by taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. She was four weeks in the hospital and came home suf* sering worse than before. Here is her own statement; Paw Paw, Mich.— ‘‘Two years ago I Buffered very severely with a displace- '■ A ** Jr ■.■‘•■■’■■.•■•■■’•■•A X,~ gfiS try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, and I did. Today lam well and strong and do all my own housework. I owe my health to Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and advise my friends who are afflicted with any female complaint to try it. ” Mrs. ORVILLE Rock, R. R. No. 5, Paw Paw, Michigan. If you are ill do not drag along until an operation is necessary, but at once take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. For thirty years it has been the stan dard remedy for women’s ills, and has restored the health of thousands of suf fering women. Why don’t you try it? WILTON JELLICO COAL $4.75 Per Ton SEPTEMBER DELIVERY The Jellico Goal Co. 82 Peachtree Street Both Phones 3668 Wnr/e on i/ie Pacific read the San Francisco Examiner ment. I could not be on my feet for a long time. My phy sician treated me for several months with out much relief and at last sent me to Ann Arbor for an op eration. I was there four weeks and came home sufferingworse than before. M y mother advised me to