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THE I . ’*<***' ■'• ' >■ -s^s.' - ~-.- -. ■- - V, . w “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene 4 Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times I- ..-ffbt 1311. Street A Smith.) (C1 pSright 8 19H- h y Podd ’ Mead * Co,) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. cneetwater was disgusted, and. was withdrawing in high indignation from Ins ■ i„ un t when something occurred I enough nature to hold him I where he was in a most breathless ex- I P T'i''le which in the darkness of the I At wa> always faintly visible, even I Ten the light was not very strong in the I ; ,-ninu ’■”>'ll. had suddenly become a I iAt and shining 1 cophole, with a sug- I Zt-on ■' movement in the space beyond. I b „.,\ which had hid this hole on I Aher-ns side hail been taken down- I , nc |. .. ktn all those hundreds whose I removal threatened Sweetwater's schemes, I if not himself. I p,.- an instant the thwarted detective I te(i for the angry shout or the smoth- I X iiath which would naturally follow I ,-,e discovery by Brotherson of this at- I tempted interference with his privacy. I ' B ,jt all was still on his side of the wall. I \ rustling of leaves could be heard, as I the In vnt or searched for the poem he I wa-ted i”'t nothing more. In wlthdraw- I tna die’ book, be had failed to notice the I hole in the plaster back of it. But he I could hard” fail to see it when he came I to put the book back. Meantime, sus- I nense for Sweetwater. | ‘ , t wa , several minutes before he heard I <q r Brotherson's voice again, then it was I jn trii-.tnnbant repetition of the ■ lines I riii'-h l.it’il escaped his memory. They I wore great words surely and Sweetwater I neve- f-rs ■>' them, an impression so forci- I Me that be was able to repeat them. I months afterward to Mr. Gryce, did not I prevent him from noting the tone in I which they were uttered, nor the thud I which followed as the book was thrown I down upon the floor. "Iboli ' The word rang out in bitter I irony from his irate neighbor’s lips. I "What ■ ■ ■ ho know of woman! Woman! I bet him court a rich one and see—but I that's all over and done with. No more harping on that string, and no more read ing .f poetry. I'll never —” The rest was lost in his throat and was quite unintel ligible to the anxious listener. Self-revealing words, which an instant before would have aroused Sweetwater's deepest Interest! But they had suddenly lost all force for the unhappy listener. The sight of that hole still shining bright ly before his eyes had distracted his thoughts and roused his liveliest appre hend on.-. If that book should be allowed to lie where ft had fallen, then he was In for a period of uncertainty he shrank from contemplating. Any moment his neighbor might look up and catch sight of this hole bored in the backing of the shelves before him. Could the man who had been guilty of submitting him to this outrage stand the strain -of waiting indefi nitely for the moment of discovery? He doubted it. if the suspense lasted too long. Shifting his position, he placed his eye where his ear had been. He could see very little. The space before hint, limited as it was to the width of the one volume withdrawn, precluded his seeing aught but what lay directly before him. Hap pily, it. was in this narrow line of vision that Mr. Brotherson stood. He had re sume! work upon his model and was so placed that while his face was not visible, his hands were, and as Sweetwater watched these hands and noticed the del icacy of their manipulation, he was enough of a workman to realize that work so fine called for an undivided attention. He need not fear the gaze shifting, while those hands moved as wat ily as they did now Relieved for the moment, he left his post and, sitting down on the edge of his cot. gave himself up to thought. H deserved this miclmnce. Had he profited properly by Mr. Gryce's teach ing?. he would not have been caught like he would have calculated not upon the nine hundred and ninety-nine chances * 1 at bool, being left alone, but upon ibousandth one of its being the very one to be singled out and removed. Hail , e done this -had he taken pains to so !ou — ien mui discolor the opening he had n ® e ' i’, 1 would look like an ancient a ,o,i e instead of showing a clean ! " would have some answer to give FREE ADVICE TO SICK WOMEN Thousands Have Been Helped U J’ Common Sense Suggestions. J om° n suffering from any form of fa r> ar . e ’ nv * te d to communicate Pa with the woman’s private corre 'ence department of the Lydia E. ..Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass. , W ’ d 1)6 °P en <'d, read and ..,‘S i 1 X a woman and held in strict h«r n e . nCe ’ ■A w oman can freely talk of k ’ h at ? ;. l,ness to a woman; thus has \ !a) a confidentiaf corre ■ ' 'which has extended over ; Y. s an d which has never been t.X- m ' . * N,ever have they published a ..onial or use( j a ] etter W j t h out t | le ha- t? 1 5; onsen t the writer, and never tial ° m P an y allowed these confiden .. t ' rs to get out of their possession, .‘J" lUn dreds of thousands of them in u - T hies will attest. whb h 'th ,hf “ Va3t volume of experience thar r. -o J 1 1" to d raw from, it is more ■ • that they possess the very in-JJS G ;: eded in your case. Noth wiit. a, ' n return except your good s . advice has helped thou- rl )S IVSIA E ... '• ureiy any , “.rich or poor, < glad to/ , * "• e advantage of \ Onerous offer Ad- I I| aE.Pink-f an. Medicine Co. \ Lv«li a i' To !Y. an to have Te U ■> , J mkham’s 80-page ”r\ I! Is ,lot a *>"<* - i.op. J‘ St 7 b,Hio "’ as 't * *»<> h is free and only • mail. Write for Brotherson when he came to question him in regard to it. But now the whole thing seemed up! He had shown himself a fool and by good rights ought to ack nokledge his defeat and return to head quarters. But he had too much spirit ’ for that. He would rather—yes. he would rather face the pistol he had once seen ' in his enemy's hand. Yet it was hard to sit here waiting, waiting— , Suddenly he started upright. He would jgo meet his fate—be present in the room itself when the discovery was made L which threatened to upset all his plans. He was not ashamed of his calling, and Brotherson would think twice before at- • tacking him when once convinced that he had the department behind him. “Excuse me, comrade,” were the words with which he endeavored to account for • his presence at Brotherson’s door. “My , lamp smells so, and I've made such a : mess of my work today that I’ve just r stepped in for a chat. If I’m not wanted, say so. I don’t want to bother you, but you do look pleasant here. I hope the thing I’m turning over in my head —every ; man has his schemes for making a for ’ tune, you know will be a success some day. I’d like a big room like this, and a lot of books, and—and pictures.” Craning his neck, he took a peep at the shelves, with an air of open admira tion which effectually concealed his real purpose. What he wanted was to catch one glimpse of tliat empty space from his present standpoint, and he was both astonished and relieved to note how nar ' row and inconspicuous it looked. Cer tainly, he had less to fear than he sup posed, and when, upon Mr. Brotlierson's invitation, he stepped into the room, it was with a dash of his former audacity, which gave him, unfortunately, perhaps, a ! quick, strong and unexpected likeness to his old self. But if Brotherson noticed this, nothing in his manner gave proof of the fact. Though usually averse to visitors, espe ; cially when employed as at present on his precious model, he quite warmed to ward his unexpected guest, and even led the way to where it stood uncovered on ’ the table. “You find me at work.” he remarked. “I don't suppose you understand any but your own?” “If you mean to ask if I understand ’ what you're trying to do there, I’m free to say that I don’t. I couldn’t tell now, ' offhand, whether it’s an air ship you're planning, a hydraulic machine or—or —” He stopped, with a laugh, and turned to ward the book shelves. “Now here’s w’hat I like. These books just take my eye.” 1 “Look at them, then. I like to see a ' man interested in books. Only, I thought ’ if you knew how to handle wire, I would get you to hold this end while I work ' with the other.” “I guess I know enough for that,” was 1 Sweetwater's gay rejoinder. But when he felt that communicating wire in his hand and experienced for the first time the full influence of the other's eye, it took all his hardihood to hide the hypnotic thrill it gave him. Though he smiled and chatted, he could not help asking himself between whiles, what had, killed the poor washerwoman across the court, and what had killed Miss Chal loner. Something visible or something invisible? Something which gave warning of attack, or something which struck in silence. He found himself gazing long and earnestly at this man’s hand, and wondering if death lay under it. It was a strong hand, a deft, clean-cut member, formed to respond to the slightest hint from the powerful brain controlling it. But was this its w'hole story. Had he said all when he said this? Fascinated by the question, Sweetwater died a hundred deaths in his awakened fancy, as he followed the sharp short in structions which fell with cool precision from the Other's lips. A hundred deaths, I say, but witii no betrayal of his folly. The anxiety he showed was that of one eager to please, which may explain why ■ on the conclusion of his task Mr.- Broth | erson gave him one of his infrequent smiles and remarked, as he buried the model under its cover, “You’re handy and you're quiet at your job. Who knows but that I shall want you again. Will you come if 1 call you?” “Won't I?" was the gay retort, as the detective thus released, stooped for the . book still lying on the floor. “Paolo and Francesca,” he read, from the back, as he laid it on the table. "Poetry?” he queried. • “not!” scornfully returned the other, i as he moved to take dow-n a bottle and I; some glasses from a cupboard let into another portion of the wall. Sweetwater taking advantage of the i moment, sidled toward the shelf where ■ that empty space still gaped with the I ' tell-tale hole at the back. He could easily have replaced the missing book before Mr. Brotherson turned. But the issue was too doubtful. He was dealing with no absent minded foul, and it behooved him to avoid above all things calling attention to the book or to the place on the shelf where , it belonged. , But there was one thing he could do and did. Reaching out a finger as deft as Brotherson’s own, he pushed a second volume into the place of the one that was gone. This veiled the augur hole com- 1 pletely; a fact which so entirely re ; j lieved his mind that his old smile came - : back like sunshine to his lips, and it ( I was only by a distinct effort that he I kept the dancing humor from his eyes ’ 1 as he prepared to refuse the glass which Brotherson now brought forward: i I "None of that!” said lie. "You must , ] not tempt me. The doctor has shut , ■ down on all kinds of spirits for two , I months more, at lease. But don't let |me hinder you. I can bear to smell the I stuff. My turn will come again some I day.” I But Brotherson did not drink. Setting I down the glass he carried, he took up 1 the book lying near, weighed it in his hand and laid it down again, with an , air of thoughtful inquiry. Then he sud i denly pushed it toward Sweetwater. “Do you want it?” he asked. Sweetwater was too taken aback to i answer immediately. This was a move he I did not understand. Want ft, he? What I he wanted was to see it put back in its place on the shelf. Did Brotherson suspect ' this? The supposition was incredible; yet I who could read a mind so mysterious? Sweetwater, debating the subject, de ! cfded that the risk of adding to any such ! possible suspicion was less to be dreaded I than the continued threat offered by that i unoccupied space so near the hole which I testimony so unmistakably of the means I be had taken to spy ttpon this suspected man's privacy. So. after a moment of , awkward silence, not out of keeping with tit- character he had assumed, he calmly refused the present as he had the glass t'nhapplly he was not rewarded by see ing the despised volume restored to its shelf. Ii still lay where its owner had pushed it. when, with some awkwardly n-nttered thanks, the discomfited detective witliurew to Ids; own room. I Tn Be Continued in Next Issue The Ten Ages of Beauty A 77/,- Modem Maid This picture, 04 the last of this , > i?;//' /// series by Miss *■ ' . .y/A-'■’ Nell Brinkley, -- \ A /y \ is reproduced ,> ) . \ , lt .„ />/' from Good 1 A Housekeeping r \ a■. Magazine for |i, 1 , ' --A September. . accompanies z * 4 an article by ' ■. jih" - ° C^UZ^ ne ’ e v Ua frA Queen of all entitkd The * VA. the correctly S*TAAix-Fu 1 ’ 8 ” s' 5 I dressed maids Muffs. ' for nineteen . Inthl i T . ' centuries past, picture Miss : Comfort, Bnnkley shows <,. . 4 ’ ease and a the fashionably • A marked dressed girl of 1: % absence of today, and, as artificiality are P Oll out ' 1 depicted in the by Miss Ayer air of languid in " er grace and accompanying charm lent by article, she is ■ easily the .-.OBT JMiW p • / -A* the girl in j the picture. / * -A /■ While the ' Ar -WA c girl of 1912 V-\\”' v l( 'A' 1 may show h faults of dl ' ess ’ A -k ~ A in cora P ar:son An A A a ' 'Sf - 1 ' pW t 0 er s i sters A .y of generations / past she enjoys XI Vh—- 1 C \ a c , omfort of AF A ■ style never - ' K xs. . t.' / dreamed of \7A-; VSVV in former .. V-iAvl i “ ’ days. By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. HERE at last is the most perfect type of beauty—the autumn girl of 1912. It has taken nineteen Christian cen turies, besides all the thousands of years that went before, to evolve this delicate and exquisite flower of the hu man race, and she shows her gratitude by remembering "the glory that was Greece and the grandeur that was Rome” and borrows a fillet from the one to bind her modern marcelled tresses and a tunic from the other to wear over her well-corseted little fig ure. Adi / 1 aSf’A/osBF You do not eat the right food 'W'OUR bodies are ilLnourished because •A you feed them on foods that they cannot get the good out of. Do not eat so much meat and other heavy foods that are hard to digest. You get all the good elements of these dishes in FAUST SPAGHETTI in a much easier digested form. It contains practically no waste. It is all quickly and easily converted into strength and energy. Serve Faust Spaghetti often and you and your family will become strong, robust and put on flesh. It’s a splendid food for growing children. Faust Spaghetti makes delightful dishes and is a very economical food. At your grocer’s—sc and 10c a package. Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo. THE AUTUMN GIRL OF 1912. She is the queen of all the centu ries; time and history are annihilated for her. All things that mqin has w rung from the earth or made with his hands at length are laid at her dainty feet. Her jewels rival those of any ancient queen, and the silk and satin which she wears are more perfect than an-tiling t'leopatra could have obtained, for chif fon and liberty velvt ts are modern in ventions. Only the richest and greatest of the earth could afford to wear cloth of gold in olden days. Sable tnd ermine were theirs by light of law and power. A “commoner” was punished ter dross ing like his p< ers, and no woman was permitted to dress above her station. StooiDfug g i Jr The Babies six I liousands of dollars are spent annually on g reckless doping of infant children. The thought- W g less and ignorant use of deadly morphine, W IW chloroform and other injurious ingredients sold ■ a in solution as “soothing syrups for baby” are ■ a constant threat to its young life. H ® Doctor Harvey W. Wiley H Wl has written an indicting article on these habit wk forming drugged concoctions for the October B Oood Housekeeping Magazine. S better to listen to baby’s cry for a while than to have it forever ■ ■ I jggftk hushed. Every father BF mother should (L r‘*ad this incrimi' \* article. 9 JI Knl | 14 Baby Ouieters Named I H Dr. Wiley names fourteen of these ■ drugging 1 “baby quieters” and tells in a constructive way what you.should do. | Ihe market is flooded with these profit making dopes—and every I ■ home where there is a baby—or where one is ever expected— ■ ■ should be cognizant of the destructive influence of these similar ■ concoctions. Read about them in the October number of Good g i lousekeeping Magazine. Ask your newsdealer for it. Good Housekeeping Magazine! fl AU Newsstands 15 Cents a Copy g Daysey Mayme and Her Folks ■ By Frances E- Garside Mt IST of the compliments paid Fa ther by any member of his fam ily have an impediment tied to them as big as the can that is tied to u dog's tail. "Father is a good man,” one of the will say, "but”— Then the others will sigh, and agre< with the “but.” It was while Daysey Mayme Appleton was thinking kindly that her father was a good man that she offered one even ing to sing for him. it was a rare concession, and he trot ted into the parlor, greatly pleased. Daysey Mayme was most kind, for she remembered that “Father is a good man." She would let him select the songs. 1 like 'Pass Under the Rod,'” he said, settling down in his chair for a treat. That old tiling; site wouldn’t sing it! “The Little Brown Church in the Vale" was another favorite, he told her, cheerfully. She tried to remember that "Father is a good man," and said patiently that no one sang that these days. Oh, yes. she had the music somewhere, but she wouldn't be caught dead while singing a song as old as that. "Ring the Bell Softly, There's a Crape on the Door," he said was his greatest favorite. He remembered w hen her mother used — Daysey Mayme interrupted him by * WHY DON’T YOU TAKE BETTER CARE OF YOUR HAIR I Don’t let it turn grey. Don’t let the Dandruff get a foothold and start the hail falling out. It s not natural that young women shoulc have thin grey hair that they cannot dresi becomingly. It should always be natural-colored-lux uriant—full of life and radiance —free from ugly grey hairs and annoying Dandruff. Nature intended that’s woman’s hair should be one of her chief attractions. Why not help her to keep it to ? USE HAY’S HAIR HEALTH Keg L6<)kinfflßui | SI.OO and 50c at Drug Stores or direct upon receipt of price and dealer’s name Send 10c for rnal bottle. —Philo Hay Spec. Co. Newark, N J. FOn SALE AND RECOMMENDED BY JACOBS’ PHARMACY. bursting forth into a song called "The Christening of Abraham Lincoln Jones.” Ly.-ander John listened patiently. “It is good. I suppose.” he said, when she had finished, "bu-t won’t you sing this?” ha tiding her “Silver Threads Among the Gold.” Daysey Mayme laughed in derision, and, turning to the piano, gave him five verses of “Wheh We Dance the Cab bage Leaf Rag.” Then in rapid succession she sang "The Big Cry Baby in the Moon,” “Oh, You Beautiful Doll” and “Everybody’s Doing It,” turning arodnd when she had concluded, to find her father had left the room. “Father is a good man," she said to her mother a little later, “but”— And her mother sighed, and agreed with her. 1 IT ~~ < ~ l * r —igrr— J L— a -uarr, -I IL=~a jj Try This Home-Made 8 I Cough Remedy [| C osta Bittle, But Does the Work Q] L“ Quickly, or Money Refunded. S i im jitsJl Mix one pint of granulated sugar with % pint of warm water, and stir for 2 minutes. Put ounces of Pinex (fifty cents’ worth) in a pint bottle; then add the Sugar Syrup. Take a teaspoanfuJ every one, two or three hours. You will find that this simple rem edy takes hold of a cough more quickly than anything else you ever used. Ueii ally ends a deep seated cough, inside of 24 hours. Splendid, too, for whoop ing cough, croup, chest pains, bronchi tis and other throat troubles. It stim ulates the appetite and is slightly lax ative, which helps end a cough. This recipe makes more and beftej cough syrup than you could buy ready made for $2.50. It keeps perfectly and tastes pleasantly. Finex is the most valuable concen trated compound of Norway white pine extract, and is rich in guaiacol and all the natural pine elements which are so healing to the membranes. Other prep arations will not work in this formula. This plan of making cough evrun with Pinex and sugar syrup for' strained honey) has proven so popular through out the United States ana Canada that it is often imitated. Put the old, suc cessful formula has never been equaled. A guaranty of absolute satisfaction, or. money promptly refunded, goes with this recipe. Your druggist has Pinex or will get it for you. If not, eend to The Pinex Co., Ft Wayne, Indi Cured of Eczema After Ten Years Mr. F. 8. Early wrttaa ua that after rattertna for t»n years with the moat terrible case of eCTema, during which time he had taken erary blood purifier, akin salve, etc., he read the testimonial of a lady who had been cured by Tetterlnt. He tolls that two or three applications showed results and by continuing It, use completely cured himself. He ssys he has known, of many rery bad cases of eczema that Tetterlne has cured since.