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—,, . THE GE GLAM’S HAQ AZ WE PAGE “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 SAVED FROM ANOPERATION How Mrs. Reed of Peoria, 111.. Escaped The Sur geon’s Knife. Peoria, 111. —“I wish to let every one know what Lydia E. Pinkham’sVegetable Compound has lone forme. Fortwoyears I suffered. The doc tor said I had a tumor and the only remedy was the surgeon’s knife. My mother bought me Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound, and today Ijain a weli and healthy woman. For 'months I suffered I V- B;Wj from inflammation, and your Sanative Wash relieved me. I am glad to tell anyone what your medicines have done for me. You can use my testimonial in any way you wish, and I will be glad to answer letters.”—Mrs. CHRISTINA Reed, 105 Mound St., Peoria, 111. Mrs. Lynch Also Avoided Operation. Jessup, Pa. — "After the birth of my fourth child, I had severe organic inflam- , mation. I would have such terrible pains that it did not seem as though I could i stand it This kept up for three long months, until two doctors decided that an operation was needed. Then one of my friends recommended Tydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com- i pound and after taking it for two months I was a well woman. ’’—Mrs. JOSEPH A. Lynch, Jessup, Pa. who suffer from female ills should try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta-' ble Compound, one of the most success* ful remedies the world has ever known, before submitting to a surgical opera tion. WILTON JELLICO COAL 54.75 Per Ton SEPTEMBER DELIVERY I The Jellico Coal Co. j 82 Peachtree Street ® Both Phones 3668 Eczema and Ringworm Cured. lel ferine is the only "dead sure” cure r, r 'ezema li in a fragrant, soothing, ' u antiseptic, which never fails It equally effective in the cure of ring ‘Tin and all other violent skin and scalp "•a- \sk vour druggist for T< ttcrlm- " y 11 I mi 50c to the Shuptrine “. bavannah. Ga which might subdue the exuberance of 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 //A • • ' ■ J VsJ 7 ~, : ; i JF ■■ .A . - u SHb'K w - J j tSwz i ,:v>- W ;-Y •■< ? p iSr 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- Do You Know— Per thousand of the population of Victoria, there are 451 with accounts in the State Savings bank. Available for homestead entry in Ore gon there are fifteen million acres of lands of all classes. 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 million head of cattle in Ireland Os London > inhabitants 350 per 1,001 are country-born. All-nighi bank.- are io bi introduced into London. DR. WOOLLEY’S SANITARIUM M Op-urn and whisky ■ ■ ’v-M' /t «aS'. .uj? * * vears experience shows k-^ ( ' these diseases arc curable Patients also treated at their ipT J: r ojF ’-r*/. ■afl boine" Consultation coritli' nt'a! '. look on the «b --k" ject. i>.< !dt B I .!., HU.% , 4 \u. S-A Vie- •**“*'• tar iauilUMiUuue. k«*. 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 .l . IIIBir I | a m IL -l-U H.T--.U.. _LWI I - 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. 7\ s Z 7 How America \< ' Lost the Trophy Q-- ' In Motor Boat Racing t ' 131 V '\\' s P° rtsman is a good loser. \\\\\\\\y That’s how Commodore Black- "Xk.\\'WW WOZ tOn Atlantic Yacht Club \\\\\ about the International . Motor Boat Races. y In the October Motor Boating Magazine you will get the whole story of this great water battle for national honors in speed and dependability. Baby Reliance 11. the American defending champion—had the speed, but the fine little Britisher took the Harmsworth trophy back to England be sß YOUT ' cause she proved more dependable in choppy water. j ews ’ I Motobß-ombig dealer I for this month gives a complete analysis of I* OT H the elimination “trials” which were aver- itable survival of the fittest. The details of Motor the several boat are also intensely interest- ing, delving as they do, into the finer ques r. tion of len &th, planes, construction and ° comparison. ThiS iS P robabl y tbe most enlightening ». ULloi. an j i n t eres ting of any Motor Boating ar- , tide that has appeared in a long time. Ask *•* your newsdealer for a copy—he has it or will get it for you. MOTOR BOATING 10 cents a copy 381 Fourth Ave. SI.OO a year New York City * 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.” This Will Stop Your Cough in a Hurry 1 Save *2 by Making Thia Cough Syrnp at Home. This recipe makes a pint of better cough syrup than you could buy ready made for $2.50. A few doses usually conquer the most obstinate cough— itops even whooping cough quickly. Sim pie as it is, no better remedy can be had. at any price. Mix one pint of granulated sugar with % pint of warm water, and stir for 2 minutes. Put 2Vi ounces of Pinex (fifty cents’ worth) in a pint bottle; then add the Sugar Syrup. It has a pleasant taste and lasts a family a long time. Take a teaspoonful every one, two or three hours. You can feel this take hold of a cough in away that means business. Has a good tonic effect, braces up the appetite, and is slightly laxative, too, which is helpful. A handy remedy for hoarse ness, croup, bronchitis, asthma and all throat and lung troubles. The effect of pine on the membranes is well known. Pinex is the most valu able concentrated compound of Norwe gian white pine extract, and is rich in guaiacol and ail the natural healing pine elements. Other preparations wiU not work in this formula. This Pinex and Sugar Syrup recipe has attained great popularity throughout the United States and Canada. Tt has often been imitated, though never successfully. 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, send to The Pinex Co., Ft. Wayne, Ind.