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“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene
4 Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
- Mead & Co *
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
c-oetvater was disgusted. and was
withdrawing in high indignation from his
L.ntaee point when something occurred
7 ? startling enough nature to hold him
, in a most breathless ex-
wnere ne
which in the darkness of the
, lose t was always faintly visible, even
when the light was not very strong in the
in-’ng room, had suddenly become a
bright and shining loophole, with a sug-
ZLtion of movement in the space beyond.
% beok which had hid this hole on
' -he'son’s side had been taken down—
, , ne book in all those hundreds whose
,' ,al threatened Sweetwater’s schemes,
-i himself.
i., m instant the thwarted detective
'ned for the angry shout or the smoth
,iath which would naturally follow
the discovery by Brotherson of this at
tempted interference with his privacy.
But all was still on his side of the wall,
x rustling Os leaves could be heard, as
ihe inventor searched for the poem he
wanted, but nothing more. In withdraw
mg the book he had failed to notice the
hole m the plaster back of it. But he
f0 „ld hardlj fail to see It when he came
to put the book back. Meantime, sus
pense for Sweetwater.
It wa- several minutes before he heaj-d
jlr Brotherson’s voice again, then it was
in ' triumphant repetition of the lines
which had escaped his memory. They
were gri-at words surely and Sweetwater
never forgot them, an impression so forci
ble that he was able to repeat them,
months afterward to Mr. Gryce, did not
prevent him from noting the tone in
which they were uttered, nor the thud
which followed as the nook was thrown
down upon the floor.
“Fool!” The word rang out in hitter
irony from bis irate neighbor’s lips.
“What does be know of woman! Woman!
J,at him court a rich one and see—but
that's all over and done with. No more
harping on that string, and no more read
ing of 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
loei 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
hensions. If that book shoitldlbe allowed
to lie where it 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 him, 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
’hat Mr. Brotharson stood. He had re
sumed work upon his model and was so
placed that, while his face was not visible,
Ma 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 warily 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.
He deserved this michance. Had he
profited properly by Mr. Gryce's teach
ings, he would not have been caught like
this: he would have calculated not upon
the nine hundred and ninety-nine chances
of that book being left alone, but upon
the thousandth one of its being the very
one to be singled out and removed. Had
he done this—bad he taken pains to so
roughen and discolor the opening he had
made that it would look like an ancient
rat hole instead of Showing a clean
bore, he would have some answer to give
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i our letter will be opened, read and
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been established a confidential corre
spondence which has extended over
hiany years and which has never been
broken. Never have they published a
o'- tinionial or used a letter without the
written consent of the writer, and never
as the Company allowed these confiden
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m the hundreds of thousands of them in
their files will attest.
(' it of the vast volume of experience
w nch they have to draw from, it is more
an possible that they possess the very
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o' assistance. Ad
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(confidential) Lynn, i
Mass.
I !‘J ery ~w ornHn ought to have
Jydia E. Pinkham’s 80-page
Jene B^ k - His not * book for
a ! distribution, as it is too
it today o1 ® by “ Hil, Write lor
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
go meet his fate—be present in the room
itself when the discovery was made
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
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 that 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. Brotherson’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 1 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 what
I like. These books just take my eye.”
"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 U> hold this end while 1 work
with the other.”
“I guess I know enough for that," was
Sweetwater's gay rejoinder.
But when he felt that communicating
wire in his hand aud 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 whole 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.' lips. A hundred deaths,
I say, but with 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
ers’:. awe him one of his infrequent
smile.- and remarked, as he burled the
model rider Its cover. "You're bandy and
you’re quiet at your job. Who knows but
that I shall want you again. Will you
come if I 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.
“Rot!” scornfully returned the other,
as he moved to take down a bottle and
some glasses from a cupboard let into
.mother portion of the wall.
Sweetwater taking advantage of the
moment, sidled toward the shelf where
-that empty space still gaped with the
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 fool, 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
pletely; a fact which so entirely re
lieved his mind that his old smile came
back like sunshine to his lips, and It
was only by a distinct effort that he
kept the dancing humor from his eyes
as he prepared to retuse the glass which
Brotherson now brought forward
“None of that!” said he. “You must
not tempt me. The doctor has shut
down on all kinds of spirits for two
months more, at lease. But don't let
me hinder you. I can bear to smell the
stuff. My turn will come again some
day.”
But Brotherson did not drink. Setting
down the glass he carried, he to6k up
the book lying near, weighed it in his
hand and laid it down again, with an
air of thoughtful inquiry. Then he sud
denly pushed it toward Sweetwater.
“Do you want ft?" he asked
Sweetwater was too taken aback to
answer immediately This was a move he
did not understand. Want it. he? What
he wanted was to see it put back in its
place on the shelf Did Brotherson suspect
this? The supposition was incredible; yet
who could read a mind so mysterious?
Sweetwater, debating the subject, de
cided that the risk of adding to any such
possible suspicion was less to be dreaded
than the continued threat offered by that
unoccupied space so near the hole which
testimony so unmistakably of the means
lie had taken to spy upon this suspected
man's privacy So. after a moment of
awkward silence, not out of keeping with
the character lie had assumed, he calmly
refused the present as he had the glass.
Unhappily he was not rewarded by see
ing the despised volume restored to its
shelf. It still lay where its owner had
pushed It. when, with some awkwardly
muttered thanks, the discomfited detective
■\ i hdrew to his on n room
To Be Continued in Next Issue
ve) Ihe len Ages or Beauty ylaid
This picture, .
the last of this rs /y/
series by Miss k ,7
Nell Brinkley,
is reproduced j- i\ >*** ' if/ L \
by permission >V \ \ > /// 1
from Good A BHKSBBL I .'aA' J
Housekeeping 11 \ L W/ ,-'V //
Magazine for , !t . •, \ . jT /
September. c- X’i J .'
accompanies 7 .A /4 •’ XJ. '
W' Queen of all
entitled The K,. . 'Ar A ' the correctly
t^ ry ivr° w rS * / 7'^^Sk 1 * life dressed maids
aU T ffs ’ A . 5fr r : ti' for nineteen
In this ■ ucenturies past,
picture Miss , . ; , Comfort,
Brinkley shows \ ,J! ! ease and a
the fashionably ' .;! marked
dressed girl of , a * -• absence of
today, and, as artificiality are
pointed out depicted in the
by M ,ss Ayer < air of languid
in er grace and
accompanying charnj lent by
article, she is >'
easily the
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the girl in
i the
I ' ' While the
l\ V h ' ft ma y show
c 4 (' faults of dress,
■' ’ n comparison
W ; '' ■ 1 to her sisters
t* 4 . ,v ; r of generations
‘-M 1 V / ’ \CWWr-' < ' past Bhe en ’ oys
( \ '? a comfort of
'S.X'-'' rV} f r style never
~ . Y'aa. - ' dreamed of
X Y'i’Vwg in former
a ? , ’ - - days
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71 j ♦
THE AUTUMN GIRL. OF 1912.
By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
HERE at last is the most perfect
type of beauty—the autumn girl
of 191”.
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 het modern marcelled
tresses and a tunic from the other to
wear over her well-corseted little fig
ure.
JO© ‘fe
——You do not
eat the right food
VTOUR bodies are ilhnourished because
-*■ 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
BFtAND
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 10f a package.
Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo.
She is the queen of all the centu
ries; lime and history are annihilated
I for her. All things that man has wrung
from t ie earth or made with hi- hands
at length are laid at her dainty feet.
, Her jewels rival those of any ancient
, quei. n. and the silk and satin which she
wears are more perfect than anything
Cleopatra could have obtained, for chif
fon and liberty velvets are modern iu
; ventions.
only the richest and eroatest of the
earth could afford to wear cloth of
gold in olden days. Sable and ermine
1 were theirs by right of law and power,
i A“i nmmoner” as punished fur dress
ing like his peers, and no woman was
permitted to dress above her station.
jr The Babies
Thousands of dollars are sped annually on theW
reckless doping of infant children. Thethou<rht- 'Wk
$3 less and ignorant use of deadly morphine W
tef chloroform and other injurious ingredients sold II
H in solution as “soothing syrups for baby” are ®
a constant threat to its young life.
Doctor Harvey W. Wiley S
EM lias written an indicting article on these habit- B
forming drugged concoctions for the October JI
Wk C>ood Housekeeping Magazine. JSs
It s better to listen to baby’s cry for
a while than to have it forever
bushed. Every father jffiH F
and mother should
i,s mcrinir
nating
| I
| 14 Baby Quieters Named |
I Dr. Wiley names fourteen of these
■ drugging “baby quieters’* and telb in
■ a constructive way what you should do.
■ The market is flooded with these profit making dopes—and every I
home where there is a baby—or where one is ever expected— I
should be cognizant of the destructive influence of these similar 1
I concoctions. Read about them in the October number of Good S
■ I lousekeeping Magazine. Ask your newsdealer for it.
| Good Housekeeping Magazine!
I Ml Newsstands 15 Centg a Copy |
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By Frances L. Garside
MOST 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 a
dog's tail.
"Father is a good man." one of the
family will say. “but”—
Then the others will sigh, and agree
with the "but."
It was while Day sey Mayme Appleton
was thinkirffe 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.
I lilte ’Pass Under the Rod,’” he
said, settling down in his chair for a
treat.
That old thing; she wouldn't sing it!
"The" Little Brown t'biircli in llie Vale”
was another favorite, ho told her,
cheerfully.
She tried to remember that "Fathei'
is a good man," and said patiently that
no one sang that those 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
when her mother used—-
Daysey Mayme interrupted him by
WHY DON’T YOU TAKE BFTTEF
CARE OF YOUR HAIR!
Don’t let it turn grey. Don’t let the
Dandruff get a foothold and start the haii
falling out.
It’s not natural that young women shoulc
have thin grey hair that they cannot dress
becomingly.
It should always he naturel-colored- lux
uriant full of life and radiance —free from
2 re y hairs and annoy ing Dandruff.
Nature intended that a woman’s hail
should be one of her chief attractions.
Why not help her to keep it so ?
USE HAY’S HAIR HEALTH
|Kgcpslou
SI.OO and 50c at Drug Stores or direct upon
receipt of price and dealer’, name Send 10c for
trial bottle. —Philo Hay Spec. Co. Newark, N J.
FOFt sale and recommended
BY JACOBS’ PHARMACY.
bursting forth into a song called “The
Christening of Abraham Lincoln Jones."
Lysander John listened patiently. “It
is good. I suppobe,” he said, when she
had finished, "but won’t you sing this?”
handing her “Silver Threads Among
the Gold.”
Daysey Mayme laughed in derision,
and. turning to the piano, gave him five
verses of "When 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 around 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, “bur’—
And her mother sighed, and agreed
with her.
ij Try This Home-Made
Cough Remedy
[j Coats Little, But Does the Work
L” Quickly, or Money Refunded. 5
I err- -i iai lißawfl
Mix one pint of granulated sugar with
pint of warm water, and stir for 2
minutes. Put 2Wj ounces of Pinex (fifty
cents’ worth) in a pint bottle; then add
the Sugar Syrup. Take a teaspoonful
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. Usu
ally ends a deen seated cough, inside
of 24 hours. Splendid, too, for whoop
ing cough, croup, cheat pains, bronchi
tis and other throat troubles, it stim
ulates the appetite and is slightly lax
ative, which helps end a cougn.
ITiis recipe makes more and better
cough syrup than you could buy ready
made for $2.50. l£ keeps perfectly and
tastes pleasantly,
Pinex 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 syrup with
Pinex and sugar syrup (or strained
hpnev) has proven so ponular through
out the United States and 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 fnr you. If not, send to The
Pinex Co., Ff. Wayne, Ind.
Cured of Eczema After Ten Years
Mr. P S. Early writes us that after suffering sorter
years with the moat terr!ble case of eczema, during which
time he had taken every blood purifier, skin salve, etc.
he read the teetimonlal of a lady who had been cureo
by TetU-rtno He tdls that two or three application*
sliowed iwsulta and by continuing ita use completely
cured himself. He says he has known of many very ba<
cases of eczema that Tetterine has cured since.