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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. 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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. TESTIMONY OF FIVE WOMEN Proves That Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Com pound Is Reliable. Reedville, Ore.—“l can truly recom mend Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound to all women who are passing through the Change of Life, as it made Ime a well woman after suffering three years.” Mrs. Mary Bogart, Reedville, Oregon. 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Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound restored me to perfect health end 1 would not. be without it.”—Mrs. F. M. Thorn, Deisem, No. Dak. The Ten Ages of Beauty Illustration from Good Housekeeping Magazine for September. W.- . WWMBy 1 i - Olaf fl’ M -J"’ x< Y /// . GV/ Xi itr ">' ’.I a/v z * < - —' . . / This Picture by Nell Brinkley Is Reproduced by Pei'iiiiv'ion and Accompanies an Article bv Oc tave Uzanne on ‘‘Tin* Story of Kins and Muffs.” 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 W?•:r i t >}hi ; i T « IW, S V I T 4- rj T '' p i. A - ’' 1 a ’s? The Lest food that comes in the grocer s I basket—Faust Spaghetti— more nourish ing than many times its cost in other foods. Our free book tells of many delightful ways to serve it. AT Y OUR GROCER S /n sealed packages 5c and 10c MAULL BROS.. St Leun. Mo. I 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. J&G WJWX — h* vKxrJ ls - 1 0 « / iX ‘ 'll!®! L Anty Drudge TeHs Why WashboHers Are So Cheap. Mrs. Bargain Huntei — ‘ Oh, Anty! I see by Bargain Brothers ad. la the papers they’re selling dollar washboilers for fifty cents.” Anty Dmdge—‘ wonder. Since I’ve told the women of this town how much better they can wash clothes with Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water,summer 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 why they’re so cheap.” Fels-Naptha takes the dirt out of clothes instead of leaving it to elbow work on a wash board. Little rubbing is necessary and no boil ing or scalding. Lukewarm or cool water —never hot. Boiling weakens clothes and hard rub bing wears them out. Clothes washed the Fels-Naptha way last longer and are whiter, sweeter and cleaner. Follow the simple directions on the red and green wrapper. uSLI I I Threw Open U the Throttle wIM® H When I Got That FWR| | Auxiliary Line || H., I \ 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 j| AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY | 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.