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~ ' "“ ' ' ~~~ , ... J,_„ THE GEOROEAN’S magazine page “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 FREE ADVICE TO SICK WOMEN Thousands Have Been Helped By Common Sense Suggestions. omen suffering from any form of fe male ills are invited to communicate promptly with the woman’s private corre spondence department of the Lydia E. I im:ham Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass, i our letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence. A woman can freely talk of her private illness to a woman; thus has 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 letters to get out of their possession, 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 know,edge needed in your case. Noth ing is asked in return except your good win and their advice has helped thou- w AYCiA sands. Surely any woman, rich or poor, should be glad to take advantage of this generous offer o' assistance. Ad dress Lydia E. Pink ham Medicine Co (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 J- IJ 4 ’ J 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 .'i •CJ- 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.