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THE GEO B CHA MS MAGAZINE PAGE “Initials Only** By Anna Katherine Grene A Thrilling Mystery Story 0/ Modern Times (Copyright, 1911, Street A- Smith ) (Cops’rtght. 1911, by Dodd. Mead & Co ) TODAYS INSTALLMENT. "Tou have mentioned Miss Scott as the eon fidant and the only confidant of this nnhappy pair," said he 'Would It be possible—can you make it possible for me to see her?" It was a daring proposition: he un derstood this at once from the doctor's orpresslon; and. fearing a hasty rebuff be proceeded to supplement his request with a few added arguments, urged with such unexpected address and show of reason that Dr Fentons aspect visibly softened and In the end he found himself ready to promise that he would do what he could to secure his visitor the In terview he desired If he would come to the 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 sw the doctor, he felt confident that he should soon he able to conquer this young girl's reticence and learn all that was to be learned from any one but Mr. Bnoth erwon 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 wan hardly in a po sition to demand, so he strolled about the village Instead, and later wardered away Into the forest Struck by the Inviting aspect of a nar row and little used rood 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 MU he came to a depres sion where a surprise awaited him. In the shape of a peculiar structure rising from Its midst where it lust fitted, or so nearlx fitted that one could hardly walk about it without brushing the sur rounding tree trunks Os an oval shape, with its door facing the approach, it nestled there, a wonder to the eye and the •evasion of considerable speculation to his Inquiring 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 ftaished walls A wooden ellipse with a roof but no windows; such ft appeared «nd suoh it proved to be A mystery to Sweetwater's eyes. and. like all mys teries. Interesting. For what purpose had It been built and why this Isolation? It was too flimsy for a reservoir and too expensive for the wild freak of a crank. A nearer vteav increased hia curiosity, tn the projection of the roof over the curving sties he found fresh food for In quiry. Ab he examined It in the walk he made around the whole structure, he came to a place where Homething like a hinge became visible and further on an other The roof whs not simply a roof; It was also a nd 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, th* 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 aerecy so absolute that such pains as these should bo 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 HUSBANDS FINAL DECISION Results In Great Happiness For North Carolina Lady, As Told In Following Advices. Drwpvr. N C.—Mr* Helen I. Dalton *W thl» place, nye "I ruffwed toi PMt'-a wtlt. ptUne tn raj terft elde. and w»oM often eeinoet m“th*r to death. ''Medicine* petuhwA me up for a wMlr but then J wo*rld »•>< worst *r»'r Ftr*ny mj borftwjnd rtecMwl he wanted ™ to try Cardtrt the woman s tnrrie ao r>» bought me a bottle and 1 bapur usflng It It did me more good ttian al! the medlrtnee I had taken ’T have induced many of my friends to try Cartful, and they all aev they have been benefited by |te uwe. 'There never hae been and never will be a medicine te com per- with Cs”- Awl "I believe tt la a (good medicine for al! warranty trouMas.'* You can rely absolutely »n Cardui. the women’s tonic For more than JO veers practically an arersfs llfeUnm, it ha» been going rl«i’t to the seat of moat forme of womanly trouble building up the weak moo organa *o their natural »ta4e thereby restoring efreneth and health lr thl, half oantwry of time. It ha* beitep more I ban a frrtllbwi women Win ; dn t it do the game tor you’ Gm a bottle Os I'ardui ttxia) H Writy t o Lagler Advisor! Deni rhe »r.,o«i. < c ’b.H'lanooga , ' , pet al Instruct on, arui ’< l •• '" Herne T'<-<' tn*tl< frit Worn t" Mill .t. „„ . ... reguoei (Adret >h££b«mi. i 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 whlcb 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 thlß shed, whose useß he would consequently soon understand. Grateful for his good luck- for hie 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 amaxement, 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 suoh we may call it "I have a key." so she called out to the driver who had paused for orders "Whan I swing ihe doors wide, drive straight In.” Sweertwater took a look at the wagon It was plied high with targe 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 I sizes and shapes, and some of them so I large that the assistance of another man was needed to handle them Sweetwater was about to offer his services when a second man appeared from somewhere in the rear, and Ihe 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 fret 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 leit, had he seen such abundance, held in such modest restraint. Nature had been partial to 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, by an individuality which hardlj needed perfect fa&tureft In which to express 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 tn her 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 enlight enment in regard to their contents, he presently wearied of his Inaction and turned back toward the highway, com forting himself with the reflection that In a few short hours he would have her to himself when nothing hut a blunder on bls part should hinder hint front 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 Hcott. I hope that yesterday's Intrusion has not preju diced you against me." “I have no prejudices.” was her simple but firm reply. ”1 am only hurried and very anxious The doctor Is with Mr. Brother-son Just now. but he has several other equally sick patients to visit and I dare not keep him here too long.” "Then you will welcome my abruptness Miss Scott, here is a letter from Mr. Challoner It will explain my position. As you will see. bls only desire is to es tablish the fact that his daughter did not commit suicide. She was all ho had in the world, and the thought that she could, for any reason, take her own life is un 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 Challoner, I believe Do yon think she was the woman to plunge a dagger in her heart In a place a* 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 she was too nice to do this 1 hhw her once and it made me want to be quiet and kind and beautiful like her 1 never shall think she did any thing so horrible Nor will Mr. Brother son ever believe it. He oould not and live. You see. I am talking to you as If you knew him the kind of man he is and just how be feels 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 tie 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 ”1 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; Tm going to take one thing for granted; that you are as anxious as we are to clear Miss Cbal ] loner’s memory ." "O yes. O yes " "More than that, that you are ready and eager to help os Your very looks show that ” "You are right, I would do anything to help you Hut whst can a girl like me do” Nothing, nothing I 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 Sweetwater les she smiled, 'lie would want me to hsi s. But that s his goodness 1 don t the hr*n<>r ”HM friend Mild lh*reh»i« hlx rnnfj BuwtWM’H > <»ntinu*d | lttM (H I K I (<• X (HI \||x» <■ IU<II<HU<I He hud l«» Th*n* uhm nob<M|> elv* whom .fiild alk and then | t her mi. i) . ,|d utidt-iatand To 8«* Continued m Ne*t I “Beauty Is Woman's Greatest Asset/' Declares Miss Florence Reed Bv MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. T ) EAI’TY Is an asset th any worn [ ) an. but especially so. to the actress. It shows a lack of intelligence and will power if one doesn't try to preserve that asset ac cording to sensible hygienic methods.” Doesn't that sound businesslike? Yet it Is the verdict of Miss Florence Reed, one of the most brilliant and tempera mental of the younger actresses Miss Reed is a fascinating person. In the last two plays that 1 have seen her, in “The Typhoon,” and now as Bettina in "The Master of the House," she plays the very, very naughty lady of the piece, and she does it with such technical skill and such seductive ( harm that you quite forgive the foolish men whom she draws into her net. Personally, 1 have a deep grievance against the author, beta use she doesn't come on in the last act. But as she ex plained to me, she gets to bed much earlier, and thereby gains rest, and the continuance of her fresh beauty, which she classes so sensibly as a valuable business asset Miss Reed Is a well balanced indivio- ' Wrriimwiin : •.. .- ' —x 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 Mg dashes of Oriental embroidery, Mies 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 fedr 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 rot frocks and modern music, and it was with much difficulty that I finally brought her down to the A, 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, T 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 I enter tain friends 1 do it at luncheon. Then I have plenty of time. but. of course, it sometimes happens that I have to en tertain after the play, but ordinarily I have an apple and a bite of cheese. "1 have my breakfast at eight or half past eight; and I work in the morning, 1 keep up my piano, and also work on my voice. 1 have no real re gime as far as diet goes, but 1 don't eat very much, and I 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 ex ercises, and she does them every day. She has a beautiful figure, and a skin that is as ftesh as mine.'' Hut tt wasn't of her mother "that Tm going for to sing.” as Gilbert remarked, so I hail to hark back to Mies Heed'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 and spectacu lar stunts that make such good mate rial for copy. How She Does It. Mias Reed's face glows with enthu siasm when she speaks of anything thai Interests her. Her work, for instance, or modern literature. But the light of enthusiasm and sparkle die out when it comes to a question of lust being beau tiful. Aside from the very simple life that she leads, the dally long walk, and the careful diet. It Is Miss Reed’s interest in every phase of life. In every thing that surrounds her. or that she can reach through the medium of books and music, that keeps her young, en thusiastic and gives her personality the electric quality of a live wire. Miss Reed is an ardent student of physiology, and lias all kinds of in teresting theories about the sub-con sciousness which she believes is situ ated at the base of the cerebellum and which we some dai will barn to use consciously She insists that alte has cured herself of insomnia l>) the use of thia power which w< nil recognixe and to which so few find the key Vou ■>< she. not at all the kind of young woman that will talk about tn,, best thing in *o,ip nnu the newest in 1 imgrtMBBjMMHMMMBw wMgg' ? mSmI ; w// ■F ? ;«iw/ 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 blue dress Is Betting? 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 expressing our taste and personality of people, and I don’t understand why women are 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. 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Established 38 years. wtJM Writs today for illuatratsd cat- ■ fTjn slog, I HA National Surgical Institute, 'SAM) 72 S Fryer St Atlaala, Ga. * 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 lotig as she is young in thought and feeling stje will continue to be beautiful. That is her secret. Hall Caine’s New Serial “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 ® © The Manicure Lady @ © POLITICS NEVER MADE NO HIT WITH HER. 4 4 I }OLITICS Is booming along grand just now, George,” said the Manicure Lady. “There was a 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. I couldn’t get him to say much about Wilson, from whence I gather that he is a Democrat, not. "I didn’t care much for the way he talked about how Taft was going to do this and how Roosevelt had did that, and he got on my nerves so much that honestly, George, I was sorry that he had came in to have his nails did. Why is ft that men cares so much for poli tics’.’” “A lot of them don’t," said the Head Barber. "Politics never made no hit with me. The only fun I ever got out of the game was when I was a little 21-year kid. having my first vote. I voted for Cleveland that year, I re member. and saw him elected.” Ha-hal laughed the Manicure Lady. 7 hat s the time I got one on you, George. You are all the time cor recting me, and now that you have went and made a mistake I am going to correct you. When you was talking about Cleveland you said, ‘I saw him elected.’ You should have said, T seen him elected.’ The next time that you try to correct me, remember that men is worse boneheads than women ever dared to be. "But as I was saying about politics. Brother Wilfred has caught the spirit of the whole thing, and the poor 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 X-President committee, called ‘Unless You Vote for Roosevelt I Never Thee Shall Wed!’ The words was kind of punk, at that. Writing punk words is kind of habitual with Wilfred. But I thought the idea was kind of good, don’t you?” "I don’t know if I do or don’t,” de clared the Head Barber. “Do you sup pose that many of the ladies would vote for Roosevelt if all of them haxl votes? Do you know that he said once that a woman should stay in her home and take care of as many children as possible under the circumstances? I guess the Old Woman That Lived in a Shoe would be about the only suffra gette to vote for our Theodore, and the only reason she would vote for him would be because she had so many chlMsen that she didn’t know what she was doing,” “Well, no matter how soon ft is over," By 'William F. Kirk said the Manicure Lady, “I will be K a a Goodness knows, George, I am sick yTa tired of the whole layout. There wa< two gents in here yesterday that talked so loud and earnest about Taft and Wilson that I was afraid thev was sc Ing to go mad with hydrophobia I wa 2 so unstrung that I was glad when they had their nails all did and got out of the shop.” WISCONSIN WOMAN'S JRTIJNE 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- ri few I 'IWW ! I-'-:-’ 1 I'll IVl!■’.»'l V..O* kliaun i you enough for what Lydia E. 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After taking several bottles I found it wa? helping me, and I must say that I am perfectly well now and cannot thank