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“htials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
. ...right, lift), Street & Smith.)
... '.ght, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
jDAY’S installment.
t first fact to startle us as we made
,a\ up through the crowd which
f rails and staircases was this: A
1 r had been found and, though he had
f . forbidden to make more than a cur
, xamination of the body till the
’", rer came, he had not hesitated to de
after his first look that the wound
n ,,t been made by a bullet but by
• sharp and slender weapon thrust
f „ n p by a powerful hand. (You mark
. t Mr. Gryce.) As this seemed impos
.. face of the fact that.the door had
l.rpn found buttoned on the inside, we did
T . give much credit to his opinion and
an our work under the obvious theory
,f ar. accidental discharge of some gun
one of the windows across the court.
B ||,e ioctor was nearer right than we
? When the coroner came to look
!f . . th< matter, he discovered that the
was not only too small to have
riade by the ordinary bullet, but
,i a : pere was no bullet to be found in
t)ie wmtan's body or anywhere else. Her
l lf: , : rhail been reached by a thrust and
r ,,. y a shot from a gun. Mr. Gryce,
bar, you not heard a startling repetl
of this report in a case nearer at
hati?
But to go back. This discovery, so
jgjortant if true, was as yet—that is, at
If time of our entering the room—lim
j.d to Jhe off-hand declaration of an ir-
r spm:sible physician, but the possibility
i involved was of so astonishing a na
are that it influenced us unconsciously
n our investigation and led us almost
.mmediately into a consideration of the
difficulties attending an entrance into, as
well as an escape from, a room situated
as this was.
■Up three flights from the court, with
no communication with the adjoining
rooms saze through a door guarded on
both sides by heavy pieces of furniture
no one person could handle, the hall door
buttoned on the inside, and the fire es
cape s<me 15 feet to the left, this room
of dealt appeared to be as removed from
the atproach of a murderous outsider as
the slot in the writing room of the Cler
tnontwhere Miss Chailoner fell.
herwlse, the place presented the
greaest contrast possible to that scene
of plendor and comfort. I had not en
terei the Clermont at that time, and no
smj comparison could have struck my
mid. But I have thought of it since,
an you, with your experience, will not
fit! it difficult to picture the'room where
:U poor woman lived and worked Bare
oils, with just a newspaper illustration
pined up here and there, a bed —tragi-
elly occupied at this moment—a kitchen
nve on which a boiler, half-filled with
teaming clothes still bubbled and foamed
an old bureau, a large pine wardrobe
■ gainst an inner door which we later
■ :r.c n have been locked for months, and
Im key lost—some chairs—and most pro
t' inrrd of all, because of its position di-
■ before the window, a pine bench
I tea wash tub of the old sort.
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Anty Drudge on Washboiler Dangers.
A7>\s Carrie New— “Isn’t it too bad about Mrs. Blank’s
little boy? He fell in a steaming washboiler and was
scalded.”
Arty Drudge— “Yes, it is a pity. Why women will boil
clothes, when it is not only dangerous but a useless
nuisance, I can’t see. I must tell Mrs. Blank how
much easier and better she can wash her clothes with
Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water without
boiling. ”
Have yon the once-a-week backache?
Do yon know what causes it?
Simply long, continued bending and
straightening over a washboard.
But yon cannot afford to have a wash
erwoman or send clothes to a laundry.
What are yon going to do?
Do your washing the Fels-Naptha way
and P els-Naptha will loosen the dirt so that
a rew light nibs will take it out easily.
No boiling needed —only cool «luke
warm water, winter or summer.
Full directions on the red and green
wrapper.
"As it was here the woman fell, thia
tub naturally received the closest exam
ination. A board projected from its fur
ther side, whither it had evidently been
pushed by the weight of her falling body;
and from Its top hung a wet cloth, mark
ing with its lugubrious drip on the boards
beneath the first heavy moments of si
lence which is the natural accompani
ment of so serious a survey. On the
floor to the right lay a half used cake of
soap just as it had slipped from her
hand The window was closed, for the
temperature was at the freezing point, but
it had been found up. and it was put
up now to show the height at which it
had then stood As we all took our look
at the house wall opposite, a sound of
shouting came up from below A dozen
children were sliding on barrel staves
down a slope of heaped up sonw. They
had been engaged in this sport all the
afternoon and were our witnesses later
that no one had made a hazardous es
cape by means of the ladder of the fire
escape, running, as I have said, at an
almost unattainable distance toward the
left.
Os her own child, w-hose cries had
roused the neighbors, nothing was to be
seen. Ihe woman tn the extreme rear
had carried it off to her room; but when
we came to see it later, no doubt was
felt by any of us that- this child was
too young to talk connectedly, nor did I
ever hear that ft ever said anything which
could In any way guide investigation.
And that Is as far as we ever got,
The coroner’s jury brought in a verdict
of death by means of a stab from some
unknown weapon in the hands of a person
also unknown, but no weapon was ever
found, nor was it ever settled how the
attack could have been made or the mur
derer escape under the conditions de
scribed The woman was poor, her friends
few, and the case seemingly Inexplica
ble. So after creating some excitement
by its peculiarities, it fell of its own
weight. But I remembered it, and in
many a spare hour have tried to see my
way through the r.o-thoroughfare it pre
sented But quite in vain. Today, the
road is as blind as ever, but"—here
Sweetwater's face sharpened and his eyes
burned as lie leaned closer and closer to the
older detective "but this second case, so
unlike the firs) in non-essentials but so
exactly like it in just those points which
make the mystery, has dropped a thread
from its tangled skein into my hand,
which may yet lead us to the heart of
both. Can you guess have you guessed
—what this thread is? But how could
you, without the one clew I have not
given you? Mr. Gryce, the tenement
where this occurred is the same I visited
the other night in search of Mr. Broth
erson. And the man characterized at
that time by the janitor as the best, the
quietest and mast respectable tenant In
the whole building, and the one you re
member whose window opened directly
opposite the spot where this woman lay
dead, was Mr. Dunn himself, or. in other
words, our late redoubtable witness, Or
lando Brotherson."
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites
A Simple Method of Caring For the Complexion
By PEGGY DANA.
MOST women admit that there is
nothing quite so good as mas
sage for keeping the face young,
the complexion clear and the skin in
good condition.
But the trouble is. who has time to
have regular massage treatment? Cer
tainly no gitl who has her living to
make, w hether she is on the stage or in
an office. Then there is the constant
question of expense. A good massage
treatment costs from JI to $3. accord
ing to the time and amount and quality
of the creams and lotions used. Few of
us have that to spend on beauty culture
and so we have to try other and less
expensive ways of retaining our looks.
The woman on the stage thinks more
of her appearance because it is a real
asset. The girl who makes a good,
pretty stage picture is sure of a job. and
the one who looks ugly must search for
another position. That is why even
very young actresses begin to take care
of their looks, and also why it is worth
while finding out how they do it.
Five minutes dally massage keeps my
complexion in good condition, and 1 am
perfectly willing to tell you how I do it.
though, after you have found out. you
will think it the most simple thing in
the world.
No Water.
To bpgin with, then. I never use water
on my face at all. That is because I
have to travel a good deal —or. rather, I
did have to before I was in this play—
and the water in the different cities,
and even in the different hotels, varies
so much, and is often so hard and bad
for the skin, that 1 gave up using it on
my face. 1 get a good, soft and almost
fluid cold cream and use a very simple
lotion that I make myself. This is made
of the great, big cucumbers that one
can get just now for almost nothing
Peel the cucumber, being very careful
that you get all the green and yellow
parts off. Take out the feeds as well,
and then mash the pulp up and add a
little water, just enough to cover. Put
this in a saucepan on the stove, and
after it has come to a boil set it back
on the stove to simmer until the water
Is all absorbed. Take the mixture off
the stove and strain it through a fine
piece of muslin. Add about four times
the amount of rose water, or if you
want to have a cheaper preparation use
just plain boiled water.
This is the foundation of the best
bleach and lotion for the face. In win
ter time I add a few drops of glycerine,
but I prefer it without in summer, as
the glycerine is so sticky.
But I must go back to my treatment.
Having cleaned off my face thoroughly,
I wash it with this cucumber lotion,
using just g little on a dab of cotton.
Then I apply some more cream, as lam
sure mv face is quite c-ean now and
that all the impurities are washed
away.
Massage.
At almost any drug store you can
get a small cup of glass with a rub
ber ball at the end. They are called
suction cups, and they come in almost
all sizes. I have them in fofir sizes,
one for my face, one for my neck, one
for the eyes and one for the forehead.
Place the cup over that portion ‘of
the face that you wish to massage and
press the bulb. A very little of the
flesh is taken up in the cup. Pass the
One Who Wooes the Muses
By Beatrice Fairfax
"Listen, darling, to love’s refrain:
Don't let my pleading be in vain.
How I long to caress, and call you dear,
And am happy only when you are near.
Think of my sad and lonely life:
How I miss the care of a loving wife.
No one to watch for my coming home.
When night draws near and work is
done;
No little babies to romp on the floor
And laugh with delight as I enter the
door;
N<> one to greet me with heart and
hand—
A lonely life has the bachelor man.
Listen, darling, to Love's refrain
Don't let my pleading be in vain.
That some day you will cheer this life,
And promise to be my own sweet wife."
IN these words B. C. tries to express
his love for a girl he wants to mar
ry. “J have been corresponding with
her for some time.” he writes, "and
want to marry her. hut am too bashful
to propose Would she say Yes' after
reading that poem?"
Now, that Is a question that only
the girl herself can answer. Love comes
in many disguises, and If it comes in
Its familiar form, or dressed like a
harlequin, it makes little difference to
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cup rapidly over the face or neck, and
you will have the same sensation as
well as the same results as you would
get from regular massage. 1 don't say
that hand massage is not better still,
but one can not always get it, and
next to that my method is the best. I
always work my little suction cup up
ward, no matter on what part of the
face I am working, and I am especially
careful when •! work around the eyes.
Every girl's eyes get tired looking,
no matter what her age is, and there is
nothing that annoys the would-be
beauty as those dark rings under the
eyes. I find that in a few minutes with
the cup will make the blood circulate
and, of course, that is the cause of the
trouble.
Treating the Eyes.
Before working on the eye, you should
be very- careful that the eyelids are
covered with cold cream and then, of
course, you must be sure that none of
this is allowed to get into the eye.
Close the eye and with your smallest
cup, which shouldn't be larger than a
ten-cent piece, massage very gently
over the eyelid and then under it. Work
from the Inner corner of the eyelid out
toward the corner of the eye and then
up to.the temples.
It will do no harm if you try«this way
of beautifying every day as long as you
don't pull the skin. If your cups are]
small enough, this is impossible. The
the woman who is waiting for it. So it
is Love, that Is all she asks
B. C. has spent many hours, no doubt,
on this poem. If he bad spent less, and
written simply, “I love you; will you
be my wife?" the appeal would have
been just as eloquent and just as con
vincing
But I am glad he. spent the time in
this way. It will show the girl that
time is no object when finding favor
In her eyes is at stake.
Neither is any effort wasted that is
spent in pleasing her. He wrote that
poem by the sweat of his brow, and a
picture of him hunting for words that
rhymed, and pursuing that hunt labo
riously and without complaint, makes a
vision that will always stand out, bright
and glorified. In her memory.
There may he those who will take
such a poem apart and dissect it. find
ing much that is wrong with rhyme
and meter. But never among that num
ber is there over found the woman to
whom such a poem is addressed.
If a woman is a college graduate, and
has a learning that makes Minerva en
vious. and receives a letter which says
"I luv you,” she sees no fault with cap
italization or spelling. She may be a
poetess, world-conceded, and will find
no fault with the meter of a poem like
that which heads this article. That Is,
If it is addressed to HE.
Love is a disarming little god. when
he comes all carping and criticising
end. A. B. A . who receives a love let
ter. is as oblivious to the blunders it
contains as though he, or she, were still
engaged in wrestling with the A B <"s
of the primer.
He 1 to Uci- man who tuts put tUI
g.’*. tixla poem By all m*ana
■end ft tt Kb» girt, in her acceptance,
makes a single complete hap
piness will never result from raatavytug
her.
Eor the git! who loves a man M a
man should be loved to make their fu
ture happiness secure thinks he is a
genius. If his genius finds expression
in rhyme, then neither Milton. nor
Burns, nor Longfellow, not any others
whom the world has honored can com
pare with him.
cups, by the way, should not cost more
than a quarter.
Anything that will make the blood
circulate right under the skin of the
face will make the cheeks rosy, and
with my treatment there is no need for
rouge or any of the other substitutes
for natural color that ate so easily de
tectable.
My secret of beauty, I am thankful
to say, is not a very tiring one, be
cause I have neither time nor patience
to waste. Indeed, I atn short on both.
But I do like to look well—who
doesn't?
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Woman Falls in Love First
Fat She Kn.rU's If 'hat She Is Doing and the Man Doesn't
By ADA PATTERSON.
WHEN a woman said recently that
woman is the first to fall in
love, there was a stir of sur
prise and interest in the men’s camp.
Amused silence in the women's. The
women had known it all the time. But
they hadn't chosen to take the men
into their confidence in the matter.
They never will so choose, not. at least,
in the case of the men in whom they
have a special interest, those men who
are trying to win them —trying.
A man wonders blindly when he will
marry. He may spare himself the
trouble of guessing. He will marry
when the girl who has made up her
mind to marry him chooses A few
dreamy eyed persons still talk about
fate and in fancy see a grave faced
woman spinning and weaving the web
of their future. Bosh! A man's fate
is determined by quite a different per
son, a woman not grave of face but
merry, who weaves his future—not by a
spindle, but with a peffumed fan. Some
one dimly feeling this truth long ago
voiced it by naming the girl he was to
marry a man's "fate.”
She is his "fate” because she has
resolved to marry him. What he wishes
is a matter of little moment. He must
change his wishes and she sees to it
that he does.
A woman fails in love first because
she has keener perceptions than man's
Despite all the slanders of all the men
of all the ages, women know what they
want and know ft sooner than a man
does.
When they meet the man they would
like for a husband, the fact is quickly
apparent to them, though not to the
men. A woman has a livelier imagina
tion than a man has. If, when a man
has twice danced with a girl, it were
suggested to him that lie picture iter as
his wife, would laugh at the per
son who suggested it and cal! him an
idiot. The girl who. with such seeming
indifference, floats about the room in his
inns, not only lias a mental picture of
herself as the mistress of their home,
but has already furnished all the down
stairs rooms and decided what flowers
shall grow on the lawn.
Therein is the explanation for what
has been falsely termed woman's
fickleness. Woman is not fickle. She
loves truly and ardently for a while,
but grows tired of waiting for the slow
creature with cumbersome mental pro
cesses to overtake her. In the love
race, woman is like the hare, man like
the fabled tortoise, except that in Cu
pid's uncertain country the tortoise
does not always overtake the hare.
Many a man loves a girl because he is
too slow witted to catch up with her
before her quickly bom love for him
self has turned to scorn for his slow
wit.
Women, taught that it is immodest
to reveal their love until it is asked,
have become in that respect, mistresses
of dissimulation. In the drama of love
all women are actresses. Every girl is
a Bernhardt and the man with whom
she is in love, her blundering, cumber
some minded audience. The man
watching, interested, puzzled, wonders
what al! her airs and graces, her odd
little humors, her alternate smiles and
gravity are about. If he finds out in
time he will become her proud and
happy husband. If she becomes impa
tient with his dullness, and her interest
centers in another and cleverer man,
he will mourn her “flickleness.”
A girl of sixteen is grown up and has
long gowns and dresses and cupola
piled hair like her mother's. A boy of
sixteen is still shy as a rabbit, and is
wondering at the strange pranks his
up-and-down star's voice plays him. So
with their falling in love, the girl ar
rives long before him.
She meets a man and thereafter his
face floats between her and her moth
er's features. The echoes of his voice
are louder in her ears than of her fa
ther's tone.s bidding her bring him the
evening paper. She knows what this
means—the first age of love. She be
gins at once to hide it from every one
but herself, and usually succeeds, while
the man later discovens that she is “a
very nice little girl, indeed, with a tak
ing way." Taking. Indeed, for she has
taken him, but he loses his appetite,
grows moon-eyed and preoccupied,
talks sentiment and is poor company
until every one knows he is in love and
with whom—every one save himself
Finally the scales fall from his eyes
and he proposes, and if her pride that
has grown while she hid her love, and
her disgust with his slow moving intel
lect, have not conquered his “fate" be
comes his. If not, some other and
quicker man wins her.
A woman who has happily married a
man of deliberate speech and slow con
clusions, said she was so piqued by
his beginning a proposal one night and
leaving it unfinished for a. week, that
she nearly ran away with a man whom
she disliked. A tactful mother left the
college professor alone with her
daughter and told the man with the
eloping intent that her daughter was
“engaged.” When she went back to the
parlor she saw her words were proph
etic. The easy going suitor had cap
tured his “fate” while nearly losing it.
Women know this, all women and
Bernard Shaw. If they love at all, they
love first. If they don’t Iqve first they
do not love. They only permit them
selves to be won.
