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“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green j|
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern limes
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(Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
This good-by—do you remember it?
Tfie exact language, I mean?”
..j ( | O ; it made a great impression on
. I shall hope for our further ac
quaintance,' she said. 'We have one very
strong interest in common.’ And if ever
’ human face spoke eloquently, it was
hers at that moment. The interest, as I
understood it, was our mutual sympathy
for our toiling, half-starved, down-trod
den brothers and sisters in the lower
streets of this city; but the eloquence—
that 1 probably mistook. I thought it
sprang from personal interest, apd it gave
me courage to pursue the intention which
had taken the place of every other feel
lug and ambition by which I had hither
to been moved. Here was a woman in a
thousand; one who could make a man of
me indeed. If she could ignore the social
gulf between us, I felt free to take the
i ea( .. Cowardice had never been a fault
of mine But I was no fool even then.
I realized that I must first let her see
the manner of man I was and what life
meant to me and must mean to her if
the union I contemplated should become
an actual fact. 1 wrote letters to her,
but I did not give her my address or even
request a reply. 1 was not ready for any
word from her. 1 am not like other men
and I could waft. And I did, for weeks,
then I suddenly appeared at her hotel.”
The change of voice—the bitterness
which he infused into this final sentence
made every one look up. Hitherto he had
spoken calmly, almost monotonously, as
If no present heart-be'at responded to this
tale of vanished love: but with the words,
"Then I suddenly appeared at her hotel,”
be showed himself human again, and be
trayed a passion which though curbed
was of the fiery quality, befitting his ex
traordinary attributes of mind and per
son.
•This was when?” put in Dr. Heath,
anxious to bridge the pause which must
have been very painful to the listening
father
"The week after Thanksgiving. I did
not see her the first day, and only cas
ually the second. But she knew I was
in the building, and when 1 came upon
her one evening seated at the very desk
in the mezzanine which we all have such
bitter cause to remember. I could not
forbear expressing myself in away she
could not misunderstand. The result was
of a kind to drive a man like myself to
an extremity of self-condemnation and
rage. She rose up as if insulted, and
sung me one sentence and one sentence
only before she hailed the elevator awl
left my presence. A cur could not have
been dismissed with less ceremony.”
"That is not like my daughter. What
was the sentence you allude to? Det me
hear the very words.” Mr. Challoner had
come forward and now stood awaiting his
reply, a dignified but pathetic figure,
which all must view with respect.
I hate the memory of them, hut since
you demand it. I will repeat them just as
I they fell from her lips.” was Mr. Broth-
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Anty Drudge’s Cure for the RSues.
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Aniy Drudge— “ Won’t you come home to tea with me,
children?”
John— “Come on, Sally, you have had the blues all day.
A little fresh air will do you good.”
Mrs. Hardway—“No. I have to get up early to-morrow
and get at the washing, so I want to get to bed early
to-night.”
Anty Drudge— “Os all silly creatures! I suppose you
have been thinking about your washing all day. No
wonder you are blue. Now just go and put your
things on right away. When you get down to my
house I will give you a few cakes of Fels-Naptha and
your blues and blue Mondays will vanish forever, and
John’s only day home will be more pleasant in the
future.”
Isn’t a short, smooth road better than
a roundabout, rocky one?
Isn’t that the road you would take by
preference?
Well, the shorter, easier, smoother road
in washing clothes is the Fels-Naptha way.
No rocks in your path; no boiling, hot
fires, steaming suds, or hard rubbing.
Fels-Naptha banishes the disagreeable
part of washing, takes out the backache,
cuts the time to half, and makes the clothes
cleaner and whiter than it is possible by
the old-fashioned way.
Follow the simple directions on the
red and green wrapper.
erson's hitter retort "She said. ‘You of
all jnen should recognize the unseemli
ness of these proposals. Had your let
ters given me any hint of the feelings
you have just expressed, you would never
have had this opportunity of approach
ing me. That was all: but her indigna
tion was scathing. Ladies who have
supped exclusively off silver, show a fine
scorn for the common ware of the cot
tager."
Mr. Challoner bowed. 'There is some
mistake, said he. "My daughter might
be. averse to your addresses, but she
would never show indignation to any
aspirant for her hand, simply on account
of extraneous conditions. She had wide
sympathies—wider than I often approved.
Something in your conduct or the confi
dence you showed shocked her nicer
sense. not your lack of the luxuries she
often misprized. This much 1 feel obliged
to say. out of justice to her charade r.
which was uniformly considerate.”
)ou have seen her with men of her
own world and yours,” was the harsh re
sponse “She had another side to her
nature for the man of a different sphere.
And it killed my love—that you can see-
and led to my sending her the injudicious
letter with which you have confronted
me. The hurt bull utters one bellow be
fore he dies. I bellowed, and bellowed
loudly, but I did not die. I’m my own
man still and mean to remain so.”
1 he assertive boldness—some would call
it bravado —with which he thus finished
the story of his relations with the dead
heiress, seemed to be more than Mr.
Challoner could stand. With a look of
extreme pain and perplexity he vanished,
from the doorway, and it fell to Dr. Heath
to Inquire:
"Is this letter—a letter of threat, you
will remember—the only' communication
which passed between you and Miss Chal
loner after this unfortunate passage of
arms at the Clermont?”
"Yes. I had no wish to address her
again. 1 had exhausted in this one out
burst whatever humiliation I felt.”
“And she? Did she give no sign, make
you no answer?”
"None whatever.” Then, as if he found
it Impossible to hide this hurt to his
pride. "She did not even seem to con
sider me worthy the honor of an added
rebuke. Such arrogance is. no doubt,
commendable in a Challoner."
This time his bitterness did not pass
unrebuked by the coroner:
"Remember the gray hairs of the only
Challoner who can hear you, and’respect
his grief."
Mr. Brotherson bowed *
"1 have finished." said he. "1 shall
have nothing more to say on the sub
ject.” And he drew himself up in ex
pectation of the dismissal he evidently
thought pending.
But the corona was not done with him
by any means. He had a theory in regard
to this lamentable suicide which he hoped
to establish by this man's testimony, and,
in pursuit of this plan, he not only mo
tioned to Brotherson to reseat himself,
but began at once to open a fresh line
of examination by saying:
To Be Continued in Next Issue,
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Furs and Muffs.’ , ?
Bv MARGARET HUBBARD
AYER.
t -r tHEN she was a very little girl,
\/\/ and her mother gave dinner
parties, just before dinner was
announced it was found that all the
men guests, led by her father, had dis
appeared from the drawing room. They
Do You Know—
The greatest depth of the sea yet dis
covered is 32,089 feel.
The guinea pig family is fully grow n
wh< n only six weeks old.
Egypt has 1,412 miles of state rail
ways.
In London only persons over the age
of sixteen may pawn goods.
Thirty-three years is the average
length of a generation.
Last year Switzerland exported over
11,000.000 watches of the aggregate
value of more than $25,000,000.
About 8,000 new species of insects
are named annually.'
Gold can be beaten so thin that it
would take 282,000 gold leaves to pro
duce the thickness of a single inch.
The life of a steel rail on a main
■railroad line is twelve years.
The average weight of a man's brain
is three pounds eight ounces, and of a
woman's brains I wg> pounds eleven
ounces.
On an average, the Scotch arc the
tallest men in Great Britain, thp Irish
next, the English third, and the Welsh
last.
Gerniany holds the record for the first
daily paper. It was printed in 1524
England's first daily paper did not ap
pear until 1622.
The smallest coins in the world are
used in South Russia, where there is a
coin worth one four-thousandth part of
an English penny, and in the Malay
States, where a wafer Is circulated
worth one ten-thousandth port of a
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had gone upstairs and gathered about
the crib of the future coquette, who
conversed blithely as any of the young
ladies will, flirted with them outrageous
ly at the age of three, ordered them
about, and treated these men who were
to be the fathers of her future beaux
as if they were little boys, made only
to do her bidding.
“That child is a born coquette!" said
her mother, and some of the girll
whose beaux had left them to go to the
nursery sighed, envying the baby who
already showed the power she had ovei
the other sex.
The coquette who is born to rule by
virtue of charm, fascination and beauty
is an irresistible person. The coquette
who is made by artifice, whose attrac
tions are forced and whose higli spirits
are artificial is a nuisance, and she
generally ends by being a disgrace to
her kind.
The fascinating women who have
ruled the hearts of nu n and have been
called coquettes for want of a better
name have generally been able to back
up their title for supremacy with other
attributes besides a pretty face and a
charming manner.
The women who were famous in the
eighteenth century for their wit and
attraction were extremely clever and
learned. These pretty young women,
with their curled and powdered hair,
their brocaded frocks and panniers,
went through a pretty severe schooling
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before they were turned out as belles to
rule society.
They were taught Latin and mathe
matics, besides their own language;
they had to be able to understand and
criticise poetry, and all the arts and
manners in those days were a study
in which no well bred gill could fail.
Besides that they must dance more
gracefully than the women on the
stage, they had to know something oft
music arid conversation, which was
then a high alt, was the medium
through which they showed off their
learning, their sharp wit and intellect.
Indeed. It wasn't easy to be a belle
in the days of paint and powder. It Is
much simpler in our time, when a
pretty face and pleasant manners make
up for all deficiencies of mind and
education.
MISSED MUCH AND OFTEN.
•'AJornlng!” said Mr. Busiman, as he
met an acquaintance traveling up
to town on the late train. "Strange
meeting you! You generally travel up
a bit earlier than this. What’s become
of the train you used to catch?”
"Oh." replied the other, "that train's
been taken off!”
"Taken off, is it ?" asked Mr. 8.. with
unnecessary curiosity. "I suppose you
miss it?”
"Not as often as I used to do,” came
the witty response, while Mr. B. found
It advisable to glance hastily at his
mornfug paper.
NOT A MOUSER. ANYWAY. '
Mrs. Muggs—That horrid Mrs. Erills
told Mrs. Nextdoor that I was a regu
lar old cal! What do you think of that?
Mrs. Muggs—l think she never saw
you in the same room with a mouse.
WHEN LITTLE IS SAID.
"A man always gets on easier by I
taking his wife's advice?’
"Yes. When things turn out badly I
there isn’t so much talk about it.”
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HE LACKS SELF-CONTROL.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 have known a gentleman for
six months, and have been going?
out with him quite frequently, and
each time we go out he wishes to
kiss nte good-night, and I don’t ap
prove of it. He tells me he is not
like other fellows and will not force
me to. as he thinks too much as
me. He also says he would rather
not be alone with me if I won't let
him kiss me, as the temptation is«
too great. B.
If he loves you to that ungovernable
degree, doesn’t he love you enough to
ask you to be his wife?
If you were engaged, and had every
assurance that he is not "here today
and gone tomorrow,” I am sure you?
objections to his kisses would be with,
drawn. He seems to want the privi
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DON’T CONSIDER HER FEELINGS.
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' lam a voting man sixteen years
of age, and for the past four years
or so one of niy former governesses
has been following me, coming up
to, the place where I work. My
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to gel ild of her without hurting
•her feelings. She is about 30 vears
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When a woman of 30 pursues a boy
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