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FW- H««.l I d.lll llll.ipj THE ‘GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE PAGE “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times (Copyright, 1911, Street & Smith.) Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.) today s installment. M , Gryce Finds an Antidote for Old Age. .., though* I should make you sit up. ! ~e ai iy calculated upon doing so, sir. v,. I ! ave established the plain fact that Brotherson was near it, if not in the ex act line of the scene of the crime in each |f ,t, ef e extraordinary and baffling cases. A ver> odd concidence, is it not?" was , t( . conclusion of our eager young detective. • • • ..(.del enough if you are correct in your statement But 1 thought it was con eedetl that the man Brotherson was not personally near—was not even in the puilding a* the time of the woman s death ( C Hicks street; that he was out, and had been "'u' for hours, according to the jan itor." And so the janitor thought, but he did quite know his man. I’m not sure ltiat t .in But I mean to make his ac ,.ja.niar.ee and make it thoroughly be (ore l let him go. The hero—well, I „.,jl sa> the possible here of two such ,-v»nr •> s deserves some attention from 4 „ ne so interested in the abnormal as, myself" -gweet water, how came you to disootv er: hat Mr. Dunn, of this ramshacklerten emen' >n Hicks street, was identical with (he elegantly equipped admirer of’Miss Chailoner?" Just this way: The night. before.fMiss Chailoners death I was brooding very deeply over the Hicks street case. It had so possesesd me that I had taken this street on my way from Flatbush; as if staring at the house and its swarming courtyard was going to settle any such question as that! 1 walked by the place ind looked up at the windows. No in spiration Then I sauntered bacJt and en tered the house with the fool Intention of crossing the courtyard and wandering Into the rear of the building where the crime had occurred. But my attention ris diverted and my mind changed by seeing a man coming down the stairs be fore me. of so fine a figure that I. invol untarily stopped to look at him. Had be moved a little less carelessly, had he worn his. workman's clothes a little less niturally. I should have thought him some college bred man out on a slumming expedition. But he was entirely too much at home where he was, and too uncon scious of his jeans for any such con clusion on my part, and when he had passed out 1 had enough curiosity to ask vhe he was. 'sfy Interest, you may believe, was In no wise abated when 1 learned that he wwb 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 a paper on It displaying these words: Gone to New York. Will be back at 6:30. Hah he returned at that hour? I don't think anybody had ever asked; and what reason had I for such Interference now? But an idea once planted In my brain sticks tight, and I kept thinking of this tnai; 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 wr his tan form and strong features un der the streee of some great excitement But there my memory stopped, till sud Sealy as I was entering the subway, it all tame hack to ■ ■ e. I had met him the day 1 went with the - to investigate the use in Hicks street ' '■■> was coming Sown the staircase of tui -ear tene ment then, very much as I had juct seen nim coming down the one in front Only he Dunn of today seemed to have all his wits about him, while the huge fellow who brushed so rudely by me on that oc 'isfon had the peculiar look of a man ttrugghng with horror or some grave ag- A CHANDLER LADY TESTIFIES Makes a Few Plain State- ments Regarding Past Troubles, Which Are Very Interesting. Chandler. 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"But the dtecovery, while possibly sug gestive. was/not of so pressing a nature as to demand instant action; and more Immediate * duties coming up. 1 let the matter slljp from my mind, to be brought up again, the next day. you may well be lieve. w.tien all the circumstances of the death at the Clermont came to light and I fouled myself confronted by a problem very nearly the counterpart of the one then /occupying me. Btut I did not see any real connection between the two cases until, in my hunt for Mr. Brotherson, I came upon th/e following facts: 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 he 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 he 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 ta.sk for days, during which time none of his uptown friends saw him. Then this enthusiastic gentleman called him the great intellectual light of the day, and —well, if ever I want a character I shall take pains to insinuate myself into the 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 had 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 he does show up, my message 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 he possessed the golden tongue and ealsy 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 I had another string to my bow in the shape of the workman Dunn, who also answered to the descrip tion which had been given me; so I 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 home, if only to establish an alibi. The subway was near, and I calculated on his using it, but we took a taxicab and so arrived in Hicks street some few min utes before him. The result you know. Anderson recognized the man as the one whom he saw washing his hands in the snow outside of the Clermont, and the man, seeing himself discovered, owned 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 Challoner’s death is looked upon as a sui cide —the Impulsive act of a woman who sees the man she may have scouted but whom she secretly loves turn away from her in all probability forever A weapon was Tn her band —she impulsively used it, and another deplorable suicide was added to the melancholy list. Had I put in my oar at the conference held in the coro ner's office; had I recalled to Dr. Heath the curious case of Mrs. Spotts, and then identified Brotherson as the man whose window fronted hers from the opposite tenement, a diversion might have been created and the outcome been different. But I feared the experiment. I’m not sufficiently in with the chief as yet. nor with the 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 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 I do not want to give him the advantage of even a momentary triumph. He's the most complete master of himself of any man 1 ever met. and it will take the united brain and resolu tion of the whole force to bring him to book—if he ever is brought to book, which I 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 impulsively to a burst of his early en husiasm "If we can get a good grip on the thread you speak of, and can work ourselves along by it, though it be by no more than an inch at a time, we shall yet make our way through this labyrinth of undoubted crime and earn for ourselves a triumph which will make some of these raw and inexperienced young fellows about us stare. Sweetwa ter, coincidences are possible. We run upon them every day. But coincidence in crime! that should make work fnr a de tective, and we are not afraid of work There’s my hand for my end of the busi ness." And here's mine " Next minute the two heads were closer than ever together, and the business had begun To Be Continued tn Next issue. The Ten Ages of Beauty No. 7—The Giri of Mystery Illustration from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September. - \c I A F A ll* IT’ ■ ' J* '_2 A. Aa-IWG - ~\jTS wm This Picture by Nell Brinkley Is Reproduced by Permission and Accompanies an Article by Oc- tave Uzanne on ‘‘The Story of Furs and Muffs.” i,g,> If 1 By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. IS she your favorite type or feminine beauty? Anything that is mysterious at tracts attention When all other lines of advertising fail, the w-ould-be theatrical star shrouds herself in some sort of a mys tery, or is carefully 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 withji 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 sent to the hospital to have an operation performed. She bore It all very coolly and plucklly. When she became convalescent, the surgeon came to remove the stitches that had been put in the w-ound. The child's idea of dignity was very much upset, and she demanded, indignantly: “Do you s’pose I come here to be ail 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 hls chair and looking at his beefy, red-faced patient, "you are suffering from underwork and over pay." “It's ridiculous for a young man to get married as soon as he comes of age!" said the elderly bachelor. "Think so, do you?" said Henpeck, languidly. “Os course! Why, he’s scarcely old enough to be his own master.” "M ell, 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 la r ?" Tie'll listen to a funny story with* out insisting on telling another.” "Father." asked little Andy, "what's a leading woman'.’" "Any woman," replied father, "who is married." a 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 filled with curiosity, with wonder 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 her charms. The girl who can be mysterious, and lots of them are, has an extraordinary power over people, for she lingers in their thoughts and exercises their im agination. Lots of girls cultivate this air of mystery, and you see In their faces the deep, wonderful, brooding expression that makes you believe they are think ing of unfathomable things. Mystery is the refuge of the stupid. If you try hard enough you can al ways look and act as if there were worlds of meanings behind your sim plest glance. Sometimes a girl is born to look mys- JfL / Hyi w fd IX I M > RFHi pTibSsul IriMMl W pn I snot S: ? Spaghetti Night is Guest Night 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. A/l 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 1 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 b Beother Wilfred s Idea of a Wedding Gift By WILLIAM F. KIRK. ii T Y T ILFRED bought a dog the yy otfi er day." said the Manicure Lady. “It was one of them Boston bulls. The poor boy didn't have no sugar to give his 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. "I don't like the idea of dogs in the 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 the country is as good a place for hu man beings as it is for dogs, and maybe 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 b "ide would Ilk ■ it, but I knew better. Three days' ac quaintance with her taught me, Georg, that she wasn’t in the mood to likt anything, and never would be in tht mood. "That's why I felt kind of sorry fo.’ poor brother when lie asked me to go over to his flat with him while ho made the presentation speech. He had a poem all wrote out to say when he 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 went”— "Don't start it. please," said the Head Barber. "The poems that your brother writes gives a man tile creeps. Lay oft on it, and let’s talk about the weather; Let's talk about anything—but no poem 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! 1 have heard a lot about poems to ladies and poems to their hats and their fans, and poems to dark eyes to blue eyes, but that was the first time I ever heard a poem so 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 For Home Decoration These Beautiful Pictures ’ —■ ■ . ' '-y.- - - 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 Head Barber. “What did the bride do when she heard it?" "She cried," said the Manicure Lady. 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