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THE QEORGIANTS MAGAZINE PAGE ! “Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times /Copyright, 1911. Street & Smith.) (Copyright, 1911, by Dodd. Mead & Co.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. ■ You have mentioned Miss Scott as the confidant and the only confidant of this unhappy pair." said he. “Would It be r , ofF ible-n:an you make it possible for me to see her?" It was a daring proposition: he un derstood this at once from the doctor's crpreaslon; and. fearing a hasty rebuff, i he proceeded to supplement his request w lth a few added arguments, urged with si;c h unexpected address and show of reason that Dr. Fenton's aspect visibly softened and in the end he found himself ready to promise that he would do what ■ r , could to secure his visitor the In •ervlew he desired if he would come to ihe house the next day at the time of his own morning visit. This was as much as the young de tective could expect, and. having ex pressed his thanks, he took his leave in anything but a discontented frame of mind With so powerful an advocate as the doctor, he felt confident that he should soon be able to conquer this young girl’s reticence and learn all that was to be learned from any one but Mr. Broth erson himself. In the time which must elapse between that happy hour and the present, he would circulate and learn what he could about the prospective manager. But he soon found that he could not enter the Works without a permit, and this he was hardly in a po sition to demand; so he strolled about th. village instead, and later wandered away Into the forest. Strack by the inviting aspect of a nar row and little used road opening from the highway shortly above the house where his interests were just then cen tered. he strolled into the heart of the spring woods ’ill he came to a depres sion where a surprise awaited him, in the shape of a peculiar structure rising from its midst where it just fitted, or s „ nearly fitted that one could hardly walk about it without brushing the sur >" "ding tree trunks. Os an oval shape, w’iil its door facing the approach, ft ne-' ec there, a wonder to the eye and the pension of considerable speculation to his Inoilring mind. It had not been long built, as was shown very plainly by the fresh appearance of the unpainted boards of which it was constructed; and while it boasted of a door, as I've already said, there were no evidences visible of , any other break in the smooth, neatly finished walls. A wooden ellipse with a roof but no windows; such it appeared and such it proved to be. A mystery tn Sweetwater’s eyes. and. like all mys teries. Interesting. For what purpose had it been built apd why this Isolation? It was too flimsy for a reservoir and too expensive for the wild freak of a crank. A nearer view increased his curiosity. In the projection of the roof over the curving sides he found fresh food for in quiry As he examined it In the walk he made around the whole structure, he came to a place where something like a binge became Visible and furthfer on an other. The roof was not simply a roof; it was also a lid capable of being raised for the air and light which the lack of windows necessitated. This was an odd discovery indeed, giving to the uncanny structure the appearance of a huge box, the cover of which could be raised or lowered at pleasure. And again he asked himself for what it could be intended? What enterprise, even of the great Works, could demand a serecy so absolute that such pains as these should be taken to shut out all possibility of a prying eye. Nothing in his experience supplied him with an answer. He was still looking up at these hinges, with a glance which took in at the same time the nearness and extreme height of the trees by which this sylvan mystery HUSBAND’S FINAL DECISION Results In Great Happiness For North Carolina Lady, As Told In Following Advices, Draper, N C.—Mrs. Helen L. Dalton °f this place, says: "I suffered fol lears with pains In my left side, and r ild often almost smother to death. ■'“diclnes patched me up for a de. but then I would get worse again. i'lnally my husband decided he 'anted me to try Cardui, the woman’s 'fir, so he bought me a bottle and 1 ’"Kan using it it did me more good an all the medicines 1 had taken. I have induced manj- of my friends tI- y '"ardui, and they all say they h'ite been benefited by its use. i here never has been, and never will a medicine to compare with Car dill. b*lieve it is a. good medicine for nil "'•manly troubles.” '° u can rely absolutely on Cardui. • “ woman's tonic. more than BO years, practically » r ags lifetime, It has been going 'o the seat of most forms of ■' -manly trouble, building up the weak organa to their natural state. •by restoring strength and health. this half century of time, It has i"’ i more than a million women Why dn't It do th* asms for you’ ' * bottle of t'ardul today ’ Write to: Ladles’ Advisory Dept no, |f. t tfedlrlne i'n, Chattanooga ' Special Instructions, and «4 , •' e». ’if. me Treatment tor Worn ' ' >i tla n wrapper nr, teuneet <Advert!*ament > was surrounded, when a sound from the road on the opposite side of the hollow brought his conjectures to a standstill and sent him hurrying on to the nearest point from which that road became visible. A team was approaching. He could hear the heavy tread of horses working their laborious way through trees whose obstructing branches swished before and behind them. They were bringing in a load for this shed, whose uses he would consequently soon understand. Grateful for his good luck—for his was a curiosity which could not stand defeat'—he took a few steps into the wood, and from the vantage point of a concealing cluster of bushes, fixed his eyes upon the spot where the road opened into the hollow. Something blue moved there, and in an other moment, to his great amazement, there stepped into view the spirited form of Doris Scott, who if he had given the matter a thought he would have supposed to be sitting just then by the bedside of her patient, a half mile back on the road. She was dressed for the woods in a blue skirt and jacket and moved like a leader in front of a heavily laden wagon now coming to a standstill before the closely shut shed—ls such we may call it. “I have a key," so she called out to the driver who had paused for 'orders. M hen I swing the doors Wide, drive straight in.” Sweetwater took a look at the wagon It was piled high with large wooden boxes on more than one of which he could see scrawled the words; O. Brotherson, Der by. Pa. This explained her presence, but the boxes told nothing. They were of all sizes and shapes, and some of them so large that the. assistance of another man 1 w r as needed to handle them. Sweetwater I was about to offer his services when a - man appeared from somewhere in the rear, and the detective's attention being thus released from the load out of which he could make nothing, he allowed it to concentrate upon the young girl who had it in charge and who. for many rea sons, was the one person of supreme im portance to him. She had swung open the two wide doors, and now stood waiting for horse and wagon to enter. With locks flying free - she wore no bonnet—she presented a picture of ever increasing interest to Sweetwater. Truly she was a very beau tiful girl, buoyant, healthy and sweet; as unlike as possible his preconceived no tions of Miss Challoner's humble little | protege. Her brown hair of a rich chest nut hue. was In itself a wonder. On no head, even in the great-city he had just left, had he seen such abundance held in such modest restraint. Nature had been partial fr this little working girl and given her the chevelure of a queen. But this was nothing. No one saw this aureole when once the eye had rested on her features and caught the full nobility of their expression and the lurking sweet ness underlying her every look. She her self made the charm and whether placed high or placed low, must ever attract the eye and afterwards lure the heart bv an individuality which hardly needed perfect features in which to i xcress Itself Young yet, but gifted, as girls of her class often are, with the nicest instincts and purest aspirations, she showed the elevation of her thoughts both in het glance and the poise, with which she awaited events. Sweetwater watched her with admiration as she superintended the unloading of the wagon and the disposal of the various boxes on the floor within; but as nothing she said during the process was calculated to afford the least enlfght enment in regard to their contents, he presently wearied of his inaction and turned back toward the highway, com sorting himself with the reflection that in a few short hours he would have her to himself when nothing but a blunder on his part should hinder him from sounding her young mind and getting such answers to his questions as the affair in which he was so deeply Interested, demanded. Sweetwater Returns. "You see me again, Miss Scott. I hope i that yesterday's intrusion has not preju diced you against me." "I have no prejudices,” was her simple but firm reply. "I am only hurried and very anxious. The doctor is with Mr. Brotherson just now; but he has several other equally sick patients to visit and I dare not keep him here too long.” "Then you w ill welcome my abruptness. Miss Scott, here is a letter from Mr. Chailoner. It will explain my position As you will see. his only desire is to es tablish the fact that bls daughter did not | commit suicide. She was al! he had in 1 the world, and the thought that she could, ■ for any reason, take her own life is un i bearable to him. Indeed, he will not be lieve she did so, evidence or no evidence. , May I ask if you agree with him? You ■ have seen Miss Chailoner, I believe. Do you think she was the woman to plunge a dagger in her heart In a place as public as a hotel reception room?” “No, Mr. Sweetwater. I’m a poor work ing girl, with very little education and al most no knowledge of the world and such ladles as she But something tells me for all that, that site was too nice to do this 1 saw her once and it made me w r ant to be quiet and kind and beautiful like her. I never shall think she did a:, thing so horrible. Nor will Mr. Broth' ' son ever believe it. He could not and live. You see, I am talking to you as if you knew him the kind of man he is and just how he fgels toward Miss Challoner. He Is—" Her voice trailed off and a look, uncommon and almost elevated, illumined her face. "I will not tell you what he is; you will know. If you ever see him.” “If the favorable opinion of a whole town makes a good fellow, he ought to be of the best," returned Sweetwater, with his most honest smile “I hear but one story of him wherever 1 turn." "There Is but one story to tell,” she smiled, and her head drooped softly, but with no air of self-consciousness Sweetwater watcher her for a moment, and then remarked: “I’m going to take one thing for granted; that you are as anxious as we are to clear Miss Chal [ loner’s memory " “O yes. O yes.” "More than that, that you are ready and eager to help us. Your very looks show that " “You are right; I would do anything to help you But what can a girl like me do? Nothing; nothing 1 know too little Mr Challoner must see that when you tell him I'm only the daughter of a foreman " "And a friend of Mr Brotherson. ' sup plemented Sweetwatei "Yes." she smiled, "he would want me to nay ho But that's his goodnesa I don't deserve the honor "His friend and therefore hl* confi dante," Hweetwater continue*! "He ha talked to you about Miss Challoner '’ "He had to There was n' bodt < Ise to whom he could talk, ami then, 1 had seen her and could understand To Be Continued in Ns«t Issue “Beauty Is Woman's Greatest Asset” Declares Miss Florence Reed Bv MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. EAUTY is an asset to any worn- ~ |j an. but especially so. to th, v intelligence and will power if one doesn't try to preserve that asset ae cording to sensible hy g enii method-/’ <^^37<( wpr ?< '■ '* \ Doesn't that sound businesslike? Yet F~* k\\ •' is the Vt "Uter of Miss l-'lorenee it 1. t— ——Ty'/gTl"' \ one most brilliant and tempera- & -..3aay & \ the last two plays that I hat ■ n her, in ’The Typhoon,” and now as Bettina . I c V/ , in “The Master- of the House,” she - "S*- ’ I' " 1 p . and see io. - wi; •: -i. I> mil-a ’ skill am- .1 s ■ i >;. :1 \ • .ha rar " ' that '"11 quit*- f.'imv. 1; t . 1 mon ; draws into hoi- Person.tlly. I have .-1 d. . p grievance l~ij&L, >? against the author, because she doesn't I ft- ■ ivvjt plained to me. she gets to bed much / earlier, and thereby gains res-, and the / continuance of her fresh beauty, which tußmtall f / she classes sensibly as a valuable i/1 business asset iMtiSV js'-, JgMG /// M ss Reed Is a well balanced indlviu- / Miss Florence Reed, Leading Woman in “The Master of the House.” ualist, and that's a very rare combina tion; her vivid personality shows in everything she does and off the stage she is even more sparkling and ani mated than on it. Dressed in a deep purple satin frock, made Chinese fashion, with a mandarin jacket and a plaited skirt, that showed big dashes of Oriental embroidery, Miss Reed sat facing the light early In the morning, as she talked to me in her sit ting room. Now, only a really pretty woman can afford to do that, but Miss Reed did not have to fear the ordeal of the searching sunlight. Her skin is perfect, and her eyes were as bright as those of a child. Miss Reed is interesting in almost everything, and we talked of the Ger man drama and Yogi breathing, of Poi ret frocks and modern music, and it was with much difficulty that I finally brought her down to B. C of beauty culture. “Isn't it all a matter of common sense?” said Miss Reed, when I broached the subject. “How hygienic women are getting about such things. One seldom hears of them doing the ridiculous atrocities that used to be popular fads and were supposed to make you beautiful. “Oh, as for myself, 1 try to get a good deal of sleep and go to bed early. It’s sometimes an advantage to be killed off before the last act. For two seasons now I've been able to get to bed by 11 o'clock. No, no supper. When 1 enter tain friends I do it at luncheon. Then I have plenty of time. but. of course, it sometimes happens that 1 have to en tertain after the play, hut ordinarily 1 have an apple and a bite of cheese. “1 have my breakfast at eight or half past eight; and 1 work in the morning. 1 keep Up niy piano, and also work on my voice. I have no real re gime as far as diet goes, but I don t eat very much, and 1 drink nothing at all but water, and a great deal of that. I suppose that is why my skin is in such good condition. But I don't know how to give a beauty Interview. “Now, if you were to see my mother, that would be worth While. She knows forty-two different physical culture e.- ereises, and she does thorn every day. She has a beautiful figure, and a skin that is as fresh as mine.'' But it wasn’t of her mother “that I'm going for to sing.” as Gilbert remarked, so 1 had to hark back to Miss Reed's method of preserving youth and beauty. It Is very discouraging to an enterpris ing Interviewer to find that the most beautiful woman on the stage doesn’t do any of those elaborate ami spectacu lar stunts that make such good mate rial for copy. How She Does It. Miss Reed's face glows with enthu siasm when she speaks of anything that interests her. He.r work, for Instance, or modern literature. But the ligtit of enthusiasm and spagkle die out when it comes to a question of just being beau tiful. Aside front the very simple life that she leads, the daily long walk, and the careful diet, It Is Miss Reed': Interest In every phase of life, in evert thing that surrounds her, or that sh< can reach through the medium of books am) music, that keep* her young, en thusiastic and gives her personality the electric quality of •» llvq wire. Miss Re,-d is an ardent student of physiology, and has all kinds of in foresting theories about the sub-con sciousness which she believes is situ ated at the base of the cerebellum and which we some day will learn to use conselouklt She insists that she has cured herself of insomnia by the use of thia powei which wo all recognize and to w til- I so few find the key. You sei sh< s not at all the kind of young worn in that win talk about th< best thing in n*.«p and the m a.-t in cold cream, and as a last resort I turned the conversation into the de lightful channel of frocks and milli nery, and awoke a very responsive chord. "Do you like my clothes in the piece?” said Miss Reed, taking a real interest in herself for the first time. “Don't you think that first him- dress is Bettina'.’ I do. I can’t see why so many women are willing to wear ex actly what the next woman has on. Clothes should express the individual ity; they are really the simplest me dium we have of < xpressing our taste and personality of people, and 1 don't understand why women arc willing to accept frocks designed for others than themselves. Named After Her. "I get some of my clothes from Poiret, but many of them in this coun try. Almost all of them are designed on the same long, comfortable lines which my dressmaker calls the 'Flor ence Reed -Model.' ” Miss Reed opened one of her clothes closets and showed me a wonderful frock in green and gold brocaded ma terial, quite unlike anything one sees, CotMene the economical cooking fat CoHoiene is well adapted for pastry-making because it produces light, delicate, flaky crust, and is much more wholesome than either butter or lard. Cotfolene is a vegetable product—contains no animal fat. It has more nutritive Value, and food made with it digests more readily than if made from animal fat. Cotfolene is better and cheaper than lard, it costs about the price of lard. Two thirds of a pound of Cotfolene will do the work of a full zz pound of but- ff \ ter or lard. Cotfolene is never T ' sold in bulk al- I ’I ways in air-tight y tin pails, which pro tect it from dirt, dust and odors. It is always uniform i-W 1 and dependable. Cg&'rt" THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPART Help for the Crippled Children ffi Club Fret. I>i•«w» "f thnSplnn uffijlWirb and Hi|. J.unts, Furals his and other »l!l>. tnm< i tifully L/rEI treated. E»tal>li»h<--I as v< urn. A *i|j Wriu* today for illuatratad cut- | flfi •»«. I -ViR Nrbnnul Surgical Institute, 'Gniil 72 S Fryar Si Ali.nl., <ia. • and as unusual as anything that comes from Paris. All of her clothes are made on long, loose-fitting lines, and there is an abundance of the blue and green shades suggestive of deep water and so ap propriate to the temperament of the wearer, who is herself like the embodi ment of the dancing, glittering sea, with a constant suggestion of hidden power behind its lively surface. Her face is beautiful because of its thought and emotion. As long as she is young in thought and feeling she will continue to be beautiful. That Is her secret. Hall Caine’s New Serial i “The Woman Thou Gavest Me” is a strangely human story of a woman’s life. You will be carried to the intensest pity—-the deepest love and the extreme of hatred as you follow each character. The men and women will indelibly impress you and hold your keen interest to the very end. More Standard Oil Letters The Truth About Roosevelt-Archbold William Randolph Hearst in the October issue answers Senator Penrose and those false to their trust. It is an unrelenting revelation in the interest of truth and justice, and in the hope of better government. The article reveals the Standard Oil cipher code and shows their investments in U. S. Senators. The surprising attitude of the then President is disclosed. This article should be read by every patriotic citizen. Hearst’s Magazine 15 Cents a Copy $1.50 a Year e e The Manicure Lady Av 117///ffw F. Kirk POLITICS NEVER MADE NO HIT WITH HER. T~)' il.lTll'S is booming along grand I just now, George," said the Manicure Lady. “There was 3 nut in here this morning so worked up over the campaign that he thinks Taft is slim and likes Teddy so well that he shows his own teeth. 1 couldn't get him to say much about Wilson, from whence I gather that he is a Democrat, not. “1 didn't care much for the way he talked about how Taft was going to do this and how Roosevelt had did that, and ho got on my nerv-s so much that | honestly, George, 1 was sorry that he i had came in to have his nails did. Why ; is it that men cares so much for poli ties?” “A lot of them don't,” said the Head Barber. "Politics never made no hit with me. The only fun I vor got out of the game was when I was a little 21-year kid, having my first vote. I voted for Cleveland that year. 1 re member, and saw him elected." "Ha-ha!" laughed the Manicure Eady. "That's the time 1 got one on you. George. You are all the time cor recting me, and now that you have wont and made a mistake I am going to correct you. When you was talking j about Cleveland you said. 'I saw him i elected.' You should Iwe said. 'I seen : him elected.' The next time that you try to correct me, remember that men Is worse boneheads than women 1 tor dared to be. Rut as I was saying about politics. Brother Wilfred has caught the spirit of the whole thing, and the pom- boy is trying to make a little money for him self by writing political parodies and ballads. He wrote a ballad the other day that he sold to the Republican I X-President committee, called ‘Unless i You Vote for Roosevelt I Never Thei I Shall Wed!’ The words was kind of! punk, at thht. Writing punk words is j kind of habitual with Wilfred. But 1 thought the idea was kind of good. ! don't you?” "I don't know if J do or don't," de- ' dared the Head Barber. "Do you sup pose that many of the ladies would i vote for Roosevelt if aJI of them had votes'.’ Do you know that he said once that a woman should stay in her home ! and take care of as many children as j possible under the circumstances? I ' guess the Old Woman That Dived in a ! Shoe would be about the only- stiffra- i gette to vote for our Theodore, and the j only reason she would vote for him I would be because she had so many children that she didn't know what she I was doing." "Well, no matter how soon it is over” 1 said the Manicure Lady, "I will be glad. Goodness knows. George, I am sick and tired of the whole layout. There was two gents in here yesterday that talked so loud and earnest about Taft and Wilson that I was afraid they was go ing to go mad with hydrophobia. I was so unstrung that I was glad when they had their nails all did and got out of Ihe shop.” WISCONSIN WOMAN’S —FORTUNE Freed From Pain, Weakness, Terrible Backache and De spair by Lydia E. Pink ham’s Compound. Coloma, Wis. —“For three years I was troubled with female weakness, irreg- ularities, backache and bearing down pains. I saw an ad vertisementof Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound anc decided to try it. After taking several bottles I found it was helping me, and I must say that I air perfectly well now and cannot thank A •x p!--? 9? ’ ;/ii 1. **?’ /■ MiM | you enough for what Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegetable Compound has done foi me.”—Mrs. John Wentland, R.F.D., No. 3, Box 60, Coloma, Wis. Women who are suffering from those distressing ills pecub'ar to their sen ' should not lose sight of these facts on i doubt the ability of Lydia E. Pinkham’s 1 Vegetable Compound to restore theii health. There are probably hundreds of thou ’ sands, perhaps millions of women in the United States who have been benefited by this famous old remedy, which was I produced from roots and herbs over 3t I years ago by awoman to relievewoman’s ' suffering, if you are sick and need such a medicine, why don’t you try it? If you want special advice write so 1 Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence.