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“Initials Only” * Katherine Grene
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern limes
(Copvrieht, 1911. Street & Smith.)
(Copyright. 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT
Is it a tally? A woman's weak eva
rion of the strong silence of a man?
Yon may say so some day; but somehow.
I doubt it—l doubt it.”
The creaking of a chair—the man with
in had seated himself. There was no other
sound; a soul In turmoil awakens no
echoes. Sweetwater envied the walls
surrounding the unsympathetic reader.
They could see. He could only listen.
A little while: then that slight rustling
again of the unfolding sheet. The fol
lowing was read, and then the fourth and
last:
"Dearest:
"Did you think 1 had never seen you
till that day we met in Lenox? 1 am
going to tell you a secret—a great, great
secre t—such a one as a woman hardly
whispers to her own heart.
"One day. in early summer, I was sit
ting in St. Bartholomews church, on Fifth
avenue, waiting for the services to be
gin. It was early and the congregation
was assembling. While idly watching the
people coming in. I saw a gentleman pass
tn me up the aisle w'ho made me for
get all the others. He had not the air
of a New’ Yorker; he was not even dressed
in city style, but as I noted his face and
expression. 1 said way down in my heart,
That Is the kind of man I could love: the
only man I have ever seen who could
make me forget my own world and my
own people.’ It was a passing thought,
goon forgotten. But when in that hour
of embarrassment and peril on Greylock
mountain I looked up into the face of my
rescuer and saw again that countenance
which so short a time before had called
into life impulses till then utterly un
known. I knew that my hour was come.
And that was why my confidence was so
spontaneous and my belief in the future
so absolute.
"1 trust your love, which will work
wonders, and I trust my own, which
sprang at a look but only gathered
strength and permanence when 1 found
that the soul of the man I loved bet
tered his outward attractions, making the
ideal of my folish girlhood seem as un
substantial and evanescent as a dream in
: he glowing noontide.”
“My Own:
I can say so now: for you have writ
ten to me. and I have the dancing words
with which to silence any unsought doubt
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these secret outpourings
"I <lid not expect this. I thought that
you would remain as silent as myself.
But men’s ways are not our ways. The)
can not exhaust longing in purposeless
words on scraps of soulless paper, and I
am glad that they can not. 1 love you ■
for your impatience; for your purp< .e. :
and for the manliness which will win fori
you yet all that you covet of fame. :■< - I
eomplishment and love. You exnect no !
reply, but there are ways in which one
can keep silent and yet speak. Won’t
you be surprised when your answer comes
in a manner you have never thought of"" '
Confusion
In his interest in what was going on on
the other side of the wall, Sweetwater
had forgotten himself. Daylight had de
clined, but in the darkness of the closet ;
this change'had passed unheeded. Night !
itself might come, but that should not ;
force him to leave his post so long as hi s j
neighbor remained behind his locked door. ;
brooding over the words of love and de
votion which had come to him. as it were. I
from the other world.
But he was brooding'.’ That sound of
iron clattering upon iron! That smother
ed exclamation and the laugh which
ended it’ Anger and determination rang
in that laugh It had a hideous sound
which prepared Sweetwater for the smell
which now reached his nostrils. The let
ters wore burning: this time the lid had
been lifted from the stove with unrelent
ing purpose. Poor Edith Challoner’s
touching words had met a different fate
from any which she. in her ignorance of
this man’s nature,—a nature to which she
had ascribed untold perfections--could
possibly have conceived.
As Sweetwater thought of this, he stir
red nervously in the darkness, and
broke into silent inyestive against the
man who could so insult the memory of
one who had perished under the blight
of his own coldness and misunderstand
ing. Then he suddenly started back sur
prised and apprehensive. Broth< rson had
unlocked ihs door, and was coming rapid
ly his way. Sweetwater heard his step
in the hall and had hardly time to bound
from his closet, when saw his own door ■
burst in and found himself face to face I
with his redoubtable neighbor, in a state .
of such rage as few men could meet with- '
out quailing, even were they of his own |
stature, physical vigor and prowess; and I
Sweetwater was a small man.
However, disappointment such as he I
had just experienced brings with it i '
I desperation which often outdoes courage,
land the detective, smiling with an air;
j of gay surprise, shouted out:
"Well, what's the matter now? Il;p
the machine busted, or tumbled into the i
tire or sailed away to lands unknown out i
of your open window?"
"You were coming out of the closet." 1
was the fierce rejoinder “What have you
got. there? Something which concerns |
me, or why should your lace go pale at :
my presence and your forehead drip with
■weat? Don’t think that you've deceiv- 1
■ I me for a moment as to your business ;
l’:"’p. I recognized you immediately I
You've played the stranger well, but |
.■■olive a nose and an eye nobody could i
forget. I have known all along that 1 had ;
< police spy for a neighbor: but it didn’t ■
t’/e me. I’ve nothing to conceal, and ■
wouldn't mind a regiment of you fellows i
' you'd only play a straight game.'But i
when it cones to f<. sting up< n me a par- i
•el of letters io which 1 have no right,
and then setting a fellow like you to count
my groans or whatever else they expect
ed to hear. I have a right to defend my
self. and defend myself I will, by God!
. But first, lei ;ne be sure that my accusa
tions will stand. Come into the closet
i with me. it abuts on the wall of my
I room and has its own secret. 1 know,
j What is it? I have you at an advantage,
i now. and you shall tell."
He did have Sweetwater at an advan
tage, and the detective knaw it. and dis-
Idained a struggle which would have only
I called up a crowd, friendly to the other
. but inimical to himself. Allowing Broth
erson to drag him into the closet, he stood
1 quiescent, while the determined man who
I held him with one hand, felt about w ith the
| other over the-shelves and along the parti
i tions till he came to the hole which had
.offered such a happy means of communi
. cation between the two rooms. Then,
with a laugh almost as hitter in tone as
I that which rang from Brotherson's lip he
• acknowledged that business had its neces-
Isities and that apologies from him were
In order; adding, as they both stepped
out into the rapidly darkening room:
I “We’ve played a bout, ,we two; and
> you've come out ahead. Allow me to
congratulate you, Mr. Brotherson You've
I cleared yourself so far as I am concerned
■ 1 leave this ranch tonight."
The frown had come back to the fore
| head of the indignant man who confronted,
'him.
| "So you listened," he cried; "listened
when you weren’t sneaking under my
> eye! A fine occupation for a man who
can dovetail a corner like an adept. I
wish I hazl let you join the brotherhood
you were good enough to mention. They
would know how to appreciate your dou
ble gift’s and how to reward your excel
lence in the one. if not the other. What
did the police expect to learn about me
that they should consider it necessary to
call into exercise such extraordinary tal
ents . ’’
“I’m not good at conundrums I was
given a task to perform, and I performed
it," was Sweetwater’s sturdy reply. Then
slowly, with his eye fixed directly upon
his antagonist, "I guess they thought you
a man And so did I unjil I heard you
burn those letters. Fortunately we have
copies.”
“Letters!” Fury thickened the speak
er's voice, and lent a savage gleam to his
eye. "Forgeries! Make believes! Miss
Chailoner never wrote the drivel you dare
to designate as letters. It was concocted
at police headquartrs. They made me tell
my story and then they found some one
who could wield the poetic pen I’m ob
liged to them for the confidence they
show in my credulity I credit Miss Clial
loner with such words as have been given
me to read here today? 1 knew the lady,
and I know myself. Nothing that passed
between us, not an event in which we
were both concerned, has been forgotten
by me. and no feature of our intercourse
fits the language you have ascribed Io her
On the contrary, there Is a lamentable
contradiction betwen facts as they were
and the fancies you have made her in
dulge in. And this, as you must acknowl
edge, not only proves their falsity, but
exonerates Miss Challoner from all pos
sible charge of sentimentality."
"Yet she certainly wrote those letters
IWe had them from Mr. Challoner The
I woman who brought them was really her
(maid We have not deceived you In
i tlii-
| "I do not believe y.HI ’
To Be Continued in Next Issue. I
“My Secret of Beauty Is—Mother/* Says Pretty Madge Kennedy
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Y’IPS MADGE KENNEDY H! LITTLE MISS BROWN."
By AlAKt; \i:et iu bbabd
.XYEK.
I T would bo di.Tlcult to find any one
who looks less like the stereotyped
uetress, or like what one thinks an
actress ought to look off or ■ n the
stage, than littlb Miss Brow n. 1 mean
little Miss Madge Kennedy.
"No girl couid be as unsophisticated
as that," said the hatchet-faced female
who sat next to me at the Forty-eighth
Street theater and watched that in
genuous young person rush through tin
adventures of th< screamingly funny
fa rce.
The vinegary lady should have been
with me when 1 visited Mjss Brown at
her apartment the next dm.
I can't help calling her Miss Brown.
Ever.v one dot s.
"Nobody'calls nu Miss Kennedy any
more." she said, as she led me' into het
sitting room and settled herself oppo
site me in a great big chair.
"I am Miss Brown to everybody now.
but I really don’t mind if only they lik ■
the play.”
An Instant Appeal.
There was something so simple, so
straightforward, so girlish about the
little figure in the big chair that it
made an instant appeal, just as the
frank and honest little heroine does in
the play.
She looks as all girls ought to look,
absolutely natural; there was not a
trace of make-up on her face, and the
brown hair with the pretty reddish
lights was coiled closely around the
well shaped head in a pretty, youthful
fashion, just about as she wears it on
the stage.
She had simple white shirtwaist
and a dark skirt, anil the high school
girls who pass by the window Tin their
way to school could not be less affect-
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the State Savings bank.
Available for homestead entry in Ore
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Petroleum to the total of 345,1100,000
hands constitutes the world's output
for last year.
Cucumbers were introducer! into Eng
land from Holland four centuries ago.
“Parks" for the culture of tortoises
for their shell exist in the Seychelles.
There are more than four and a half
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Os London > inhabitants 350 per 1,001
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into London.
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e< less stagey in theii manner, nor
more suitably dressed, titan the little
g-.rl who has set ill Broadway talking,
and who doesn't look over seventeen.
1 "I'm really scared to death to be in
i terviewed," <unfessed little Miss Brown
and site look'd at me with those great
i big eyes, rather dreading the questions
I was going to ask her.
I Whin it dawned ipon her that she
was to figure as i ~:ine of information
i on the subject of "li iv< To Re Beauti
ful," she threw k ;>■ r held ami
. ioared with glee, .ml was not to be
pinned down at all io any metho.ls of
diet, or deb Tie. w hich arc suppos' d to
' improve on naturt.
Her Secret..
"You can say tjiat the secri t of me
i tiui what ver I am that ie worth \ hile
' is my moi her." said Miss Kennedy, aft-
. era while.
"She has done it all. I have the most,
wonderful mother in the world, and it’s
she who looks after me, who takes
care of me. and who sees that I am
. la a Ithy and happy.
"I'm prett) husky a: it is. you know,
though I’m alrjUd the word Isn’t ele
gant; it's the Only one that applies to
ni) condition of health. I was brought
up in California, ami everything there
seems to grow strong and big and vig
orous. Mort of the girls arc largo, for
J ill of them live out-of-doors and ride,
drive and swim, and are constantly in
the open air.
"That's the worst thing about com
ing to New 1 ork, and living in ar.
apartment. I’ve nt vet lived in one be
fore. and you know when I first came
hert I felt as if 1 was eaged, like the
little country child who was suddenly
brought to an apartment, and rushed
wildly up and down the wide hall, all
day long, crying: Let tne out. let me
out.'
"That's the way I felt, for we'd al
ways been used to living in a house
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GETTING MORE FOOD VALUE
FOR LESS MONEY
When you consider flic hi<ih food
value of Faust Spaghetti and the
delicious dishes it makes, the cost
seems ridiculously low. Don’t yon
think you should serve it much
more often? It will mean a con
siderable saving in your house
hold expenses and a sure delight
to your family.
Faust Spaghetti j s mole frmtiAimt
lean Durum wheat, by
clean American factory. \\ < seal it ui
in dust, dirt and damp-proof pa< kag» s
to keep it clpAti and wholesome until it
roaches you. Youi g’oeer >e!ls Pausi
Spaghetti in H nd 1G packages.
MAULL BROS.,
St. Louis. Mo.
with lots of outdoor grinds and plen
ty of breathing space. It seems a ter
rible thing to live in a city and not to
be able to see the sky. I have to lean
out of the window and crane my neck
to see the stars.
An Outdoor Girl.
' Tin used to seeing the sky a lot,
and you know I really miss that," said
little Miss Brown confidingly. She
’ooks like n girl who was friends with
the sky in all kinds of weather, and
with all the outdoor things that grow.
"Well, I'm getting used to being
caged, though I go to th window every
now and then or to Riverside drive to
get a glimpse of the sky to be sure
that it s still there. I miss it when I
don't see it.”
She said it quite simply and without
any pose at all. and then went on to
l< H tie about her mother, who unfor
t..;iat‘ !y whs not at home.
Wh> ti she speaks of he' mother her
eyes shine with a sweet end tender
'•r.hl, and It is evident that mother en
ters into everything, and up to now at
least is the center of the girl's life.
' If ton want me to v something
I that w ill be of use to girls." said Miss
: Kennedy earnestly, "tell them that I
s i' lnl; the best thing in the world is to
have a; young mother or n mother who
feels young.
"Now, my moi her is young; site just
iimlei'sta'" - me m rfei tly. .'ml ,we’re
more like sisters than mother and
daughter. We shin.- everything togeth
er, all our pleasures and all our trou
bles Now that we’ii settled here for
some time. I hope, we’r ■ enjoying every
minute. When I'm not at the theater
or studying music or painting we gad
about together and we see everything.
A Watcl’ful Guardian.
T say. we’re regular tourists doing
the town. We've never lived here be
fore, an:' we’re going to make the very
I most of this ijtportun't v. Mother sees
I that I'm btisy/a good part of the day.
that I keep up my studies-.' especially
music: oh. ami it’s she who looks after
my diet. That's a very important thing,
too. isn't it? 1 notice it :>h ays figures
so much in articles on beaut).
T’m so sorry you can't ineel her. for
I'm so proud of her. I want every
! bod) to know her." little Miss'Brown
■ inelticied.
I’m g'ng buck again to meet that
woman ■. ,o has so intelligently guided
J'is prett;. and talented daughter, and
k pt her health), girlish, sunpie in her
ideas, full of enthusiasm and idealism,
the midst of a career which is not
( supposed to be conducive to any of
these things, and whore the best bal
anced heads are usually lost or com
pletely turned rt'tcr success like that
which has attended little Miss Brown
in her short stage life.
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* Little Bobbie’s Pa *
By William F. Kirk
THERE was a other funny man
eaim up to the house last nite,
Pa called him the King of the
Air, he sed that the man’s naint was
Joe Stevenson, & he sed that Mister
Stevenson was the greatest master of
the em-pyrean that ewer sailed oaver
a fleecy cloud. You ought to watch him
fly, sed Pa. He can go higher than any
of them. He can go so high. Pa sed,
that he looks like a speck.
How in-teresting. sed Ma. Can’t you
fly around the parlor a littel for us.
Mister Stevenson. I think it wud be
safer for you to fly in here, beekaus
eeven if you hit the ceiling & dropped
you wuddent be dropping far. My hus
band almost hits the ceiling lots of
times, & when he falls he newer gits
hurt. Thare is a speshul providence,
Ma said, that watches over children &
my husband.
I am vary sorry that I can't fly in
here, sed Pa’s frend. You see, the
acoustic properties of the room will not
permit me to go vary high. Yure hus
band asked me to cum up here tonite
to tell about the time that I flew oaver
the Andes.
How_ interesting, sed Ma, did you
reely fly oaver the Andes?
I did, sed Joe Stevenson. & the funny
part of it was that after I had sealed
them grate hltes, <ft was on the way to
a safe landing place, 1 hit a condor.
How distressing, Mad sed. Did the
condor hit you back?
He cuddent, sed Mister Stevenson,
beekaus me my aro-plane fell faster
than any condor that ever dropped out
of the hevings.
Well, sed Ma, it is all vary interest
ing, to be sure. I always like to meet
■iiy husband's dis-tinguished trends.
Some of them is moar distinguished
than others, of course, and that means
ou first of all. I always did like high
flyers, sed Ma. I used to go with one
back in Wisconsin and he flew so
high that 1 was almost on the verge of
marrying him.
Maybe you mite have, sed Pa. if he
haden’t lit. You know, Pa sed to Ma,
no bird ewer flew so high that he
diden't have to lite, and I say it with
all due respeck to Joe, here.
I bad a luv affir myself oust, Pa's
frend sed to Ma. 1 was only a care
free child then, running a automobile
into banks and turning turtel. A lit
tel gurl that I thought moar of than I
did of my own life, which Isent saying
much, went out with me one day fora
ride. Her naim was Hazel, but she
dident have hazel eyes. On the way
hoam we ran oaver a moving van, and
Hazel got vexed. That shows you the
inconsistency of wimmen, sed Pa’s
frend. She mite have known that I
wuddent have hit the wagon if thare
was a chanst in the wurld for me to
avoid it. And after that she wuddent
marry me, beekaus she sed that no man
wud continue long to luv and cherish
and obey a gurl that was all crippled.
You see, lady, sed Pa’s frend. wen she
flew out of the automobile, her jaw got
dis-located so that she was newer abel
to talk fast after that.
Did you insist on marrying her, any
way, sed .Ma.
I insisted, sed Mister Stevenson, but
she wuddent have it that way. She
toald me that if her jaw ewer got oet
ter she wud marry me, but that she
wuddent marry any husband unless she
had the privileges of a w ife.
PROVED.
"There goes a man with a very in
teresting history," said the assistant in
the bookseller’s.
“You don’t say so! How do you
know?”
“I just sold it to him.”
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1
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