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“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
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... '• ureiy any ,
“.rich or poor, <
glad to/
, * "• e advantage of \
Onerous offer
Ad- I
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an. Medicine Co. \
Lv«li a i' To !Y. an to have
Te U ■> , J mkham’s 80-page
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- 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.