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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE PAGE
“Initials Only” ByAnnaKatherineGreen
A Thrilling Mystery Story 0/ Modern Times
(Copyright, 1911. Street * Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
There "' as nothing left to the inspector
hut to dismiss him. He had answered all
questions willingly, and with a counten
ance inexpressive of guile. He even in
dulged In a parting shot on his own ac
count. as full of frank acceptance of the
situation as it was fearless in tts attack.
he halted in the doorway before turn
ing his back upon the room, he smiled
for the third time as.he quietly said:
■ 1 have ceased visiting my friend's
apartment in upper New York. If you
ever want me again, you will find me
amongst my books. If my invention baits
and other interests stale, you have fur
nished me this day with a problem which
ran not fail to give continual occupation
to my energies. If 1 succeed in solving it
first. I shall be happy to share my knowl
edge with you. Till then, trust the law’s
of nature. No man when once on the out
jide of a door can button it on Lite inside,
nor could any one without the gift of
complete invisibility, make a leap of over
fifteen feet from the sill of a fourth story
window on to an adjacent tire escape,
without attracting the attention of some
of the many children playing down be
low."
He was half-way out the door, bitt his
name quickly spoken by the inspector
drew him back.
"Anything more?’' he asked
The inspector smiled.
"You are a man of considerable analytic
power, as I take it, Mr. Brotherson. You
must have decided long ago how this
woman died.”
"Is that a question, inspector?"
"You may take it as such.”
"Then I will allow myself to say that
there is but one common sense view to
take of the matter. Miss Chailoner's
death was due to suicide; so was that of
the washerwoman. But there I stop. As
for the means—the motive- such mys
teries may be within your province but
they are totally outside mine! God help
us ali! The w’orld is full of misery. Again
I wish you good day."
The air seemed to have lost Its vitality
and the sun its sparkle w’hen he was
gone.
"Now. what do you think, Gryce?"
The old man rose and came out of his
corner.
"This: that I'm up against the hardest
proposition of my lifetime. Nothing in
the man s appearance or manner evinces
guilt, yet I believe him guilty. 1 must.
Not to, Is to strain probability to the
point of breakage. But how to reach him
is a problem and one of no ordinary na
”ire. Years ago, when I was but little
older than Sweetwater, I had just such a
conviction concerning a certain man
against whom I had even less to work on
than we have here A murder had been
committed by an envenomed spring con
tained in a toy puzzle. 1 worked upon
Hie conscience of the suspect in that case
by bringing constantly before his eyes a
facsimile of that spring. It met him in
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the folded napkin which he opened at his
restaurant diner. He stumbled upon it in
te street, and found it lying amongst his
papers at home. I gave him no relief and
finally he succumbed. He had been al
most driven mad by remorse. But this
man has no conscience. If he is not in
nocent as t,:e day. he's as hard as un
quarried marble. He might be confronted
with reminders of his crime at every turn
, without weakening or showing by loss of
appetite or interrupted sleep any effect
upon his nerves. That's my opinion of
the gentleman. He is either that, or a
I mar- of uncommon force and self-re
straint.”
, "I'm inclined to believe him the latter.”
And so give the whole mater the go
i by?”
• "Possibly."
, it will be a terrible disappointment to
Sweetwater."
"That's nothing."
! "And to me."
i "That's different. I'm disposed to con
t sider you. Gryce after all these years.”
Thank you; 1 have done the state
t some service."
"What do you want?" You say the
, mine is unworkable."
I Yes, in a day. or in a week, possibly
■ in a month. But persistence and a pro
tean adaptability to meet his moods might
, accomplish something f don’t say will. I
> only say might. If Sweetwater had the
■ job. with unlimited time In which to car
ry out any plan he may have, or even
I for a change of plans to suit a changed
• idea, success might be ids. and both time,
I effort and outlay justified.”
“The. outlay? I am thinking of the out
lay.”
• "Mr. Chailoner will see to that. I have
i his word that no reasonable amount will
s daunt him.”
"But this Brotherson is suspicious. He
has an inventor's secret to hide, if none
other. We can t saddle him with a guy
; of Sweetwater's appearance and abnormal
> loquaciousness."
t "Not readily, I own. But time will
! bring counsel. Are you willing to help the
I boy, to help me and possibly yourself by
this venture in the dark? The depart
ment shan't lose money by it; that's all I
i can promise.
i “But it's a big one. Gryce. you shah
have your way . You'll be the only loser
if you fail: and you will fail; take my
i word for it."
"1 wish I could speak as confidently to
the contrary, but I can't I can give
1 you my hand though. inspector, and
Sweetwater's thanks. I can meet the boy
now. An hour ago I didn't know how I
1 was to do it."
i
That's the Question.
1 “How many times has he seen you?”
"Twice.”
"So that he knows your face and fig
ure?”
"I m afraid so. He can not help re
membering the man who faced him in his
own room."
"That's unfortunate."
"Damned ur.fc.rtunale; but one must
expect some sort of a handicap in a game
like this. Before I'm done with him,
iie'il look me full in the face and wonder
if he's ever seen me before'. I wasn't
always a detective 1 was a carpenter
once, as you know, and i'll take to the
tolos again. As soon as I'm handy with
them I'll hunt up lodgings in Hicks street.
He may suspect me at first, but he won’t
long: I'll be such a confounded good work
man. I only wish I hadn’t such pro
nounced features. They’ve stood awfully
in my way, Mr. Gryce. I don't like to
talk about my appearance, but I'm so
confounded plain that people remember
me. Why couldn't I have had one of
those putty faces which don't mean any
thing? It would have been a deuced
sight more convenient."
"You've done very’ well as it is.”
"But I want to do better. I want to
deceive him to his face He's clever, this
same Brotherson. and there's glory to be
got In making a fool of him. Do you
think it could be done with a beard? I’ve
never worn a beard. While I’m settling
back into my old trade, I can let the hair
grow." '
“Do. It'll make you look as weak as
; water. It'll be blonde, of course.”
[ To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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THE MANICURE. LADY .’. Bv William E. Kirk
TILFRED got stung good and
V/A/ plenty at a social the other
night,” said the Manicure
Lady. The poor boy was going to re
cite two of his latest poems there Just
to please the Indies Auxiliary' a little
and himself a lot, and he recited the
Up-to-Date Jokes
“We hear much of compromise now
adays." said a politician recently, "and
it is sometimes a good thing” He
knew a young man who got married
about a year ago, and he and his wife
were constantly arguing as to whether
they should buy two cycles or an up
to-date motorcycle. Meeting him one
day. he said:
“My wife and I wrangled for months,
but. thank goodness, we’re compro
mised at last!”
'"What have you compromised on?"
"A baby carriage.” he proudly an
swered.
A celebrated engineer, being exam
ined at a trial where both the judge
and counsel tried in vain to browbeat
him, made use in his evidence of the
expression, "the creative power of a
mechanic," on which the judge rather
tartly asked him what he meant by “the
creative power of a mechanic.”
"Why, my lord." said the engineer, "1
mean that power which enables a man
lo convert a goat's tall into a judge’s
wig”
"Your head.” remarked the garrulous
barber to the Irishman in his ehair, "is
twice as large as mine."
"But Oi supiHise that head av yours
do be big enough for you?" said ttie
genial son of Erin.
“Why, certainly," said the tonsorial
artist.
"Av coorae,” continued the Irishman;
"p'wat's the use av a man havin’ a big
thrunk whin he hasn't any clothes to
jMit in it?"
"Excuse my laughing," said Mrs
Brldey. "but I’ll never forget my feel
ings when you asked me to ma-ry you.”
“Why?” asked the huspand. “Was it
such a hard thing to answer?"
"No. but you were such a soft thing
to answer."
"That's a fine watch you’ve got. Is
it a good goer"" *
"A good goer? Well, you het your
life it's a good goer. Why, it tan do
an hour in half the time.”
poetns, all right, but he didn’t get no
audience to speak of.
"They was having this social in the
shade of a old ehn tree that had grew
up in tile shadow of the church and had
saw many thing.- since it was a sap
ling, especially about church socials I
seen right away that the poor boy was
disappointed to think of reciting out in
a picnic crowd in the afternoon. ’
"He had been telling me all the way
down on the car about the way he was
going to stand up inside the church and
recite about the fit st temples, and all
them naves and architraves, or what
ever they call them parts of a church.
He had wrote two of the most solemn
poem- that he had wrote for years, and
Imagine his feelings when he had to
stand up there with a kid rubbing jam
on his only suit and hollering. ‘Oh,
mama, come and see the funny clown!’
“When Wilfred had got througn r•■-
citing his first poem, he said that he
was going to get the next car home, and
I seen at once that his artistic temper
ature was getting colder with winds
from the north whistling around inside
his brain. I guess for a moment that
the poor kid seen snowbirds and musk
oxen. His face took on the blue, stern
look of old Doc Cook defying the Dan
ish nation.
"But one of the ladies of the Aux
iliary came over anil patted him on the
shoulder kind of nice. She was a awful
sweet-looking lady, with a young face
and enow white hair, and after she had
told Wilfred that she had a son wno
loved poetry she had him won over, so
he promised her that he would stay un
til he recited his second poem that he
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had wrote—tha. is, if he could wait un
til after dusk to recite it. 'lt is about
moonlight,’ Wilfred told her, ’and I
thought that this was going to be a
moonlight social Poetry was not made
I for daylight, the garisli day, the biting
sun,’ said Wilfied.
“'Very well,' said the sweat-faced
lady with the gray haid, "you shall re
cite out under the lanterns after din
ner. V. e are going to have our bazaar
this evening, and just as the moon
comes up and our Chinese lanterns are
lit, with all their suggestion of the Ori
ent and of pulsing poetry, you shall
read your lines.' ”
1 don t know nothing about pulsing
poetry," said the Head Barber, "but I
always heard that poets was apt to feel
their pulse while they was writing,
sometimes with their fingers, some
times with one of them needles that
surgeons uses, to carry them over a
long strain.”
My brother ain t no needle user,"
said the .Manicure Lady. "troodness
knows, George, that he is too much a
son of his father, who comes from that
old Bourbon strain you read about 1n
the histories. But 1 want lo give you
the real laugh.
"When Wilfred got up to read his
oriental poem with the moon behind
them fleecy clouds and the lanterns
swinging in the trees, the lanterns went
out in the middle of the first verse, and
at the end of the verse the moon went
behind a cloud, too, and tn the stilly
darkness somebody pinched the watch
that Pa had gave Wilfred for a birth
day present. That's how Wilfred got
• stung at the social.”
Advice to the Lovelorn
By Rentrice Fairfax
A CASE THAT DEMANDS CANDOR.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
About six months ago 1 met a
young man, who. after a short ac
quaintance, confessed his love for
me. He has been very nice to me,
has taken me out. and gave me a
Christmas gift. But I do not love
him at all; in fact, I hardly like
him, but because he has been so
nice I have been afraid to tell him.
All the while 1 have been longing
to meet a young man I liked a
great deal. At last the young man
I had been going with introduced
me to the other one. and we have
been going together since. Now,
the first one feels verv hu t.
TR( H.TBLED.
You have been unjust to the young
man In accepting his attentions and
will be more than unjust to yourself
if you continue accepting them now
you know your own heart better.
Tell him you can never love him. and
let that end it.
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and winter, without boiling, they have no use for
washboilers. The stores can’t sell ’em to women
who have learned the new way of washing, and that’s
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Fels-Naptha takes the dirt out of
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on a wash board.
Little rubbing is necessary and no boil
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Lukewarm or cool water —never hot.
Boiling weakens clothes and hard rub
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H When I Got That FWR|
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M There’s no choking of my telephone
H business now, no disgruntled customers
El trying in vain to get me,—for with that ad- \
ditional line and telephone, the incoming and
r| outgoing business is adjusted automatically,
t] It’s “full steam ahead’’ all the time. <
Are there profitless, wasteful waits on your
|| telephone line? Call the Bell Contract Depart- i
M ment and ask the manager to tell you about aa
m auxiliary line.
H £
II SOUTHERN BEIL TELEPHONE
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YOU CARE TOO MUCH.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young girl, seventeen
years of age. am considered pretty,
but when 1 gn to dances or parties
I never s“tm to have a nice time
like the other gills. The young
men always seem so cool to me. I
never did any thing to any one. and
tluir coolness to me hurts my feel
ings very much. MARIE.
Your feelings are hurt because of
their indifference to you? Do you know,
my dear, if you didn’t care If they
looked at you or not they would look
all the sooner and longer? Nothing
interests a man more than a pretty girl
who looks right over his head. He
makes up his mind he will make her
look at him: he will compel her to rec
ognize his existence, and the greater
her indiffer n< < the g; eater his efforts.
Don't care for the in< n—at least, don't
show that you do.