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THE GEO R CRAM'S MAGAZIME RAGE “Initials Only” By Anna Katherine Green ?! 'I hi tiling Mystery Story of Modern Innes ,C • , right, 1911, Street & Smith.) (L -,: \ ght, 1911, by Dodd. Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Mr Gryce Finds an Antidote for Old Age. ... thought I should make you sit up. I ~e J; i? calculated upon doing so, sir. y,-.< l I'.avc established the plain fact that Brot i,er.'i.in was near it, if not in the ex the scene of the crime in each act iu - . xtraordinary and baffling cases, efl I• ■ v ver j ciid concider.ee, is it not?” was ,i, e . ■ i'inclusion of our eager young detective. ■ • • -iiju enough if you are correct in your <tat(’inent. But 1 thought it was con tliat the man Brotherson was not personally near•—was not even in the i'd.i _• at the time of the woman's death ir street; that he was out, and had i,een out for hours, according to the jan itor "Ai the janitor thought, but he did r ot ; . know his man. I'm not sure t l ; at I But I mean to make his ac quaintance and make it thoroughly be forc 1 let him go. The hero—well. I will .-at the possible here of two such res—deserves some attention from ~re so interested in the abnormal as myself "Sweetwater, how came you to discov er tiia'. Mr. Dunn, of this ramshackle ten ement in Hicks street, was Identic!)! with ;h e elegantly equipped admirer of Miss Ci alloner?” "Just this way: The night before Miss ciiail. t.'-r's death I was brooding very deeply over the Hicks street ease. It had so posscsesd me that I had taken this street "it my way from Flatbush; as If staring at the house and its swarming courtyard was going to settle any such question as that! I W'alked by the place »n<l looked up at the windows. No in spiration. Then I sauntered back and en tered the house with the fool intention of crossing the courtyard and wandering into the rear of the building where the crime bad occurred. But my attention was diverted and my mind changed by seeing a man coming down the stairs be fore me. of so line a figure that I invol untarily stopped to look at him. Had he moved a little less carelessly, bad he worn bis workman’s clothes a little less naturally. 1 should have thought him some c’ l liege bred man out on a slumming expedition. But he was entirely too much at home where he was, and too encon scions of his jeans for any such con clusion on my part, and when he had passed out I had' enough curiosity to ask who he was. "My interest, you may believe, was In no wise abated when I learned that he wa? that highly respectable tenant whose window had been open at the time when half the inmates of the two buildings had rushed up to his door, only to find i paper on it displaying these words; Gone to New York. Will be back at 6:30. Had he returned at that hour? I donht think anybody had ever asked; and what reason had I for such interference now? But ar, Idea once planted in my brain sticks tight, and I kept thinking of this man all the way to the bridge Instinc tively and quite against my will, I found myself connecting him with some pre vious remembrance in which I seemed to we his tall form and strong features un der the stress of some great excitement. But there my’ memory stopped, till sud denly as I was entering the subway, it all came hack to me. I had met him the day I went with the boys to investigate the ”■ Hicks street. Ho was coming tl e staircase of the rear tene then. very much as I had just seen dug down the one in front. Only inn of today seerped to have all his "lit him, while the huge fellow " > r-nhed so rudely by me on that oc- had the peculiar look of a* man Haggling with horror or some grave ag- A CHANDLER LADY TESTIFIES Makes a Few Plain Stats- ments Regarding Past Troubles, Which Are Very Interesting. ■ier, Okla.—“For six years l with severe pains in the pit of I mach, back and sides,” writes i 'a Flowers, from this place. "I I verai different medicines, but get any relief. I first wrote you for advice I I 1 was past help, but can truth- 1 that Cardui, the woman's ton ev ?d me at once. I gained at I rounds, and everybody says I r * K ? o much better. "dly know how to thank you f<A I k„ that Cardui has done me. ' i think that the publication of | t will be the means of indue- , 1 " f» r suffering women to try Car sh it by all means." "re thousands of women today I - from some form of womanly | Are you of this number? If you tried Cardui, as Mrs. j nil? Have you read her symp- | 1,11 they seem similar to yours? ( ide her well, as it has made ■er ladies well. Why shouldn’t you well, too? We think it J'*’ sentie remedy, prepared from roots and heros, with no bad ’if- t’t9. 'ttle of t 'ardul today, nearest drug store. Write to: Ladles' Advisory Dep* . ! wa Medicine Co.. Chattanooga ' I nstructlons. an< I 64 - I "Home Treatment f •- Wum- m i l.i .i wrapper, on request j tAdvertisernent.) itation. This was not surprising, of course, under the circumstances. I had met more than one man and woman in those halls who had worn the same look: but none of them had put up a sign on their door that they had left for New York and would not be back till 6:30. and then changed their minds so suddenly that they wore back in the tenement at 3, sharing the curiosity and the terrors of its horrified inmat es. But the discovery, while possibly sug gestive. was not of so pressing a nature as to demand instant action; and more immediate duties coming up. I let the matter slip from my mind, to be brought up again the next day. you may well be lieve, when all the circumstances of the death at the Clermont came to light and 1 found myself confronted by a problem very nearly the counterpart of the one then occupying me. "But I did not see any real connection between the two cases until, in my hunt for Mr. Brotherson, I came upon the following tacts: that he was not al ways the gentleman he appeared; that the apartment in which he was supposed to live was not his own, but a friend's; that he was only there by spells. When lie was there he dressed like a prince and it was while so clothed he ate his meals in the case of the Hotel Clermont. • ■'But there were times when lie had been seen to leave this apartment in a very different garb, and while there was no one to Insinuate that he was slack in paying his debts or was given to dis sipation or any overt vice, it was general ly conceded by such as casually knew him that there was a mysterious side to his life which no one understood. His friend —a seemingly candid and open minded gentleman—explained these con tradictions by saying that Mr. Brotherson was a humanitarian and spent much of his time in the slums. That while so engaged he naturally dressed to suit the occasion, and if he was to be criticised at all it was for his zeal, which often led him to extremes and kept him to his task for days, during which time none of his uptown friends saw him. Tlien this enthusiastic gentleman called him the ; great intellectual' light of the day, anil j —well, if ever 1 want a character 1 shall I take pains to insinuate myself into the I good graces of this Mr. Conway. “Os Brotherson himself I saw nothing. He had come to Mr. Conway’s apartment ■ the night before—the night of Miss Chal loner’s death, you understand—but bad remained only long enough to change his clothes. Where he went afterwards is , unknown to Mr. Conway, nor can he ; tell us when to look for his return. When I he does show up, my nfessage will be given him, etc. I have no fault to'find with Mr. Conway. "But I had an idea In regard to this elusive Brotherson. I had heard enough about him to be mighty sure that to gether with his other accomplishments tie possessed the golden tongue and easy speech of an orator. Also, that his tendencies were revolutionary and that for all his fine clothes and hankering after table luxuries and the like, he cher ished a spite against wealth which made his words under certain moods cut like a knife. But there was another man, known to us of the precinct, who had very nearly these same gifts, and this man was going to speak at a secret meeting that very evening. This we had been told by a disgruntled member of the Asso ciated Brotherhood. Suspecting Brother son. I had this prospective speaker de scribed, and thought I recognized my man. But I wanted to be positive in my identification, so 1 took Anderson with me and but I'll cut that short. We didn’t see the orator and that 'go' went for nothing: but 1 had another string to my bow in the shape of the workman I iunn. who also answered to the descrip tion which had been given me; so f lugged poor Anderson over into Hicks street. "It was late for the visit I proposed, but not too late, if Dunn was also the orator who. surprised by a raid I had not been let into, would be making for his I home, if only to establish an alibi. The I subway was near, ami I calculated on his I using it. but we tool; a taxicab and so I arrived in Hicks street some few min utes before him The result you know. " Anderson recognized the man us the one ■ whom he saw washing his hands in the .now outside of the Clermont, and the i man. seeing himself discovered, owned j himself to be Brotherson and made no ' difficulty about accompanying us the next ; day to the coroner's office. "You have heard how he bore himself: - what his explanations were and how com pletely they fitted in with the precon ceived notions of the inspector and the district attorney. In consequence, Miss Cliallor.er's death is looked upon as a sul- I eide the impulsive act of a woman who I sees the man she may have scouted but : whom she secretly loves turn away from .her in all probability forever. A weapon ; was in her hand she impulsively used it. .md another deplorable Suicide was added Ito the melancholy list. Had I put in my i oar ai the conference held in the coro- I tier’s office: 'had I recalled to Dr. Heath lhe curious case of Mrs. Spotts, and then [ identified Brotherson as the man whose | window fronted hers from the opposite j tenement, a diversion might have been | created and the outcome been different. But 1 feared the experiment. I’m not sufficiently in with the chief as yet. nor ■ with ti e inspector. They might not have | called me a fool- you may, but that's different —and they might have listened, but it would doubtless have been with an i air I could not have held up against, with that fellow s eyes fixed mockingly on 'mine. For he and I are pitted for a struggle, and 1 do not want to give him I the advantage of even a momentary triumph. He's the most complete master j of himself of any man I ever met, and it i will take the united brain and resolu tion of the whole force to bring him to 1 hook—if he ever is brought to book, which l doubt. What do you think about it?” "That you have given me an antidote ! against old age,” was the ringing and unexpected reply, as the thoughtful, half puzzled aspect of the old man yielded I impulsively to a burst of his edrjy en . husiasni. "If we can get a good grip jon the thread you speak of, and can work ourselves along by it. though it be I by no more than an inch at a time, we shall yet make our way through this • labyrinth of undoubted crime and earn : f, r ourselves a triumph which w ill make some of these raw and inexperienced ■ young fellows about us stare. Sweetwa- 1 ter. coincidences are pessible. We run j upon, them every day But coincidence ; in crime! that should make work for a de l tective. and we are not afraid of work. I There’s my hand for my end of the busi- I cess.” i "And here’s mine.” Next minute the two heads were closer an ever together, and the business had i begun. To Be Continued in Next Issue. The Ten Ages of Beauty < Ir Illustration from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September. ' bl A WfW- ’ j < ■ R*:. WmTw /"biofeL W . A k Wf - .ikO'’ V yJ/ -''r/ AM IpR ; ' jMPIk Ik '' -W I W ■'l'W/ f - '• n 1 ■' /• ’ f" ■ 'Y' -a Ibis Picture by Nell Brinkley Is Reproduced by Permission anil Accompanies an Article by Oc- tave L'zanne on ‘’The Story of Furs and Muffs.” .'t ' By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. IS she your favorite type of feminine beauty? Anything that is mysterious at tracts attention. When all other lihes of advertising fail, the would-be theatrical star shrouds herself in some sort of a mys tery. or is careful])' enveloped in one by the fantasy of her press agent. The mystery may be a weird tale of tragedy and crime, or the more ob vious one of being photographed mask on. and only appearing on the street heavily veiled. These eccentricities set every one to wondering, and that is what the mys terious person is after. You don’t have to admire her, you don’t have to love her. but she must, occupy your thoughts, and to that end she is carefully and systematically mysterious in her ac tions and her dress. The famous prisoner in the iron mask has occupied the mind of millions of people, because of the mystery attach- ■ ed to him. And what every woman knows is that she can keep all men and Up-to-Date Jokes Little Madge contracted appendicitis, and had to be tent to the hospital to have an operation performed. She bore it all very coolly and plucklly. When she became convalescent, the «urgeon came to remove the stitches that had been put in the wound. The child’s idea of dignity was, very much upset, and she demanded, indignantly: "Do you s’pose I come here to be all stitched up and then unpicked again '!" Fond Parent—" What key do you think suits my daughter’s voice best?" Cruel Teacher—"My dear madam, your daughter's voice is so thin I should suggest a skeleton key." The Singer (with feeling)—"Will you miss me—” Voice (from back of the hall)— "Gimme a gun and I'll try not to!" "I want you to tell me plainly, doc tor." said the man with the fat govern ment position, "what is the matter with me." "Well, sir,” answered the old doctor, leaning back in his chair and looking at his beefy, red'-faeed patient, "you are suffering from underwork and over pay.” “It’s ridiculous for a youhg man to get married as soon as he comes of age!" said the elderly bachelor. "Think so, do you?" said Henpeek, languidly. "Os course! Why. he's scarcely old enough to be his own master.” "Well, he Isn't if he gets married." Salesman—“ Now, here, madam, is a piece of goods that speaks for itself. I—” Customer (interrupting)—"Then sup pose you keep quiet a moment and give it a chance."' • "What makes that fellow- so popu lar?” “He’ll listen to 3. funny story w ith out Insisting on telling another." "Father,” asked little Andy, “what’s a leading woman?” "Any woman," replied father, "who is married." women guessing if she will only shroud herself in some kind of a mystery. The girl in the picture wears a mask, and I know you are crazy to see what she looks like. As she trips on her way. every man she passes is Ailed with curiosity, with wondt r and interest. If she were the greatest beauty in the world she would not attract as much attention as she does by hiding or veil ing Tier charms. The girl who can be mysterious, and ' lots of them are. has an extraordinary 1 power over people, for she lingers in their thoughts and exercises their im- i agination. I Lots of girls cultivate this air of I mystery, and you see in theh faces the s deep, wonderful, brooding expression I that makes you believe they are think- I ing of unfathomable things. i Mystery is the refuge of the stupid, i If you try hard enough you can al- i ways look and act as if there were worlds of meanings behind your slm- i pleat glance. > Sometimes a girl Is born to look mys- i ■r l r— it—-- .. i— uni. ———— wiib— —l—l—_i— iuiumjul. Spaghetti Night is Guest Night YOU cannot show your friends more generous hospitality than to invite them to join the family circle the night you serve FAUST BRAND SPAGHETTI It’s a delightful dish —and so full of whole some nourishment. Made from glutinous Durum wheat, in clean, bright, sunny kitchens. Make Faust Spaghetti the chief dish for dinner once a week and invite your friends to enjoy it. All good grocers sell Faust Spaghetti—Sc and 10c a package. Write for free book of recipes. Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo. terious; such a one was the fair Edna, one of the most beautiful girls I have ever seen. She had brown eyes as big as teacups, and while she hardly ever said anything, she looked unutterable things. You would feel those big. brown eyes gazing at you even when your back was turned, and as if drawn by some wonderful magic you would ask, “What is it?" trying to fathom the mystery behind that deep, searching glance of hers. But she always answered, “Noth ing." Edna married a very rich man. She is still marvelously beautiful and in her face is the mystery of the Sphinx. She never mars this impression, for she seldom says anything. Her hus band adored her until he found out that behind this wall of mystery there was a perfectly vacant brain, a thing which we could have told him before his mar riage. They are divorced now. and she is about to marry No. 2. who has also succumbed to the charm of the silent, mysterious looking beauty. The Manicure Lady s e Brother Wilfred's Idea of a Wedding Gift By WILLIAM F. KIRK. 44TT T ILh’RED bought a dog the V V other day,” said the Manicure Lady. “It was, one of them Boston bulls. The poor boy didn't have no sugar to give Ills bride except that gift, so he thought he might as well make her a present of that, as long as he got it for nothing from a gent that he knew when he was a kid. ”1 don’t like the idea of dogs in the 1 city. George. They ain’t no good for nothing. What’s the use of having them for watch dogs when you ain't got anything in the flat to watch? Th* only place for a dog is the country, anyway, and the more I see of a city George, the more it seems to me that 1 the country is as good a place for hu man beings as it is for dogs, and maybe i better. "This dog that Wilfred bought was a kind of funny looking, sad little cur. like one of Wilfred’s poems. It looked kind of hopeless, I mean. The poor boy thought that his bride would like ii, but 1 knew better. Three days’ ac quaintance with her taught me, Georgy that she wasn’t in the mood to like anything, and never would be in the , mood. "That’s why I felt kind of sorry sos poor brother when he asked me to go over to his flat with him while he made the presentation speech. He had [ a poem all wrote out to say when he 1 gave the mutt to the girl that he had took for his wife, and between you and me. George, the poem was as bad as the dog. This is how it wSnt”— "Don't start it. please," said the Head Barber "The poems that your brother writes gives a man the creeps. Lay off on it. and let's talk about the weather. I.et's talk about anything—but no poems wrote by your brother.” "But I must tell you this one. George.” said the Manicure Lady. "The name of it alone struck me kind of funny—’A Poem to a Pup.’ Fancy that, George! I have heard a lot about poems to ladies and poems to their hats and their I fans, and poems to dark eyes and to blue eyes, but that was the first time 1 ever heard a poem to a pup. Listen. George ! “Poor little pup that shiverest, > Poor little pup, with nerves that . quiverest; > Poor little pup that needs my strong > arm’s protection. For Home Decoration BBEE^mESjSSjSSjSSSSKSgmS|S|rajsssssaoHn V MKB* • These Beautiful Pictures ' ' '’-fyWWTMOWpI . -rr, -’ lit 1 " *2" ■ “ W At Less Than Half Their Value Choice of four subjects, attractively framed, in two sizes: 16x24 75c and 2 coupons. 20x28 89c and 2 coupons. See Premium Coupon on Page 2 of this issue. The Atlanta Georgian Premium Room 20 East Alabama St. I hope thou wilt live till after elec tion.” “That is the cheesiest poem that I ever heard," declared the Hhad Barber. 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