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THE GE OB CHAWS MAGAZINE PAGE
Initials Only By Anna Katherine Grene
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Tinies
(Copyright. 1911. Btreet & Smith )
(Copyright. lf»U, by Dodd. Mead <t Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
‘Ton have mentioned Mias Scott a« the
am fidant and the only confidant of this
unhappy patr." 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
expression; and. fearing a hasty rebuff,
he tmceeded to supplement his request
wttb a few added arguments, urged with
such 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
he could to secure his visitor the in
terview he deaired If he would come to
the house the next day at the time of h!s
own morning visit.
This was aa much as the young de
tective could expect, and, having ex
pressed his thanks, lie took his leave In
anything but a discontented frame of
mind With so powerful an advocate as
the doctor, he felt confident that he
•honld soon be able to conquer this young
girl’s reticence and learn all that was to
be learned from any one but Mr Broth
•non btmaetf Tn the time which must
litapnr between that happy hour and
the present, he would circulate and learn
wtat he oould about the prospective
manager. But ho soon found that he
could not enter the Worts without a
pmxutt., and thia he was hardly in a po
■trten to demand; so he strolled about
the vfUage Inatead. and later wandered
away Into the forest
Strack by rhe hi vl ring aspect of a nar
row and tittle used road opening from
the hMtfaway shortly abate the house
whore Iris Interests were Juat then oen
tered. he strolled Into the heart of the
■spring xreoda till he came to a depres
sion whore a surprise awaited him. In
the Shape erf a peculiar structure rising
from Its midst where ft lust fitted, or
so nearly fitted that one oonld hardly
walk shoot ft without brushing the sur
rounding tree trunks. Os an oval shape,
with Ha door facing the approach, It
nestled there, a wonder to the eye and the
occasion of considerable speculation to bls
inquiring mind. It had not been long
built, ae wse shown very piatnty by
tbo fresh appearance of the unpainted
boards of which It was constriAted; and
wMle ft boasted of a door, as I’ve already
■■id. there were no evidencea visible of
any other break tn the smooth, neatly
finished walla. A wooden ellipse with a
noof but no windows; such It appeared
and eooh ft peeved to be. A mystery
to Dwelt" at sir's eyes, and. like all mys
teries. interesting. For what purpose
bed ft been built and why this Isolation?
It was too flimsy for a restu-volr and too
expensive tor the wfid freak®of a crank
A nearer view increased bls ourlosity.
In the prelection 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
hinge became visible and further on an
other The roof was not simply a roof;
ft was also a Bd 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 boat,
the cover of which oould be raised or
lowered at pleasure. And again he naked
himself for what tt oould 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 hla experience supplied him
with an anwwtu
He was stTn looking up at thee* hinges,
wtth a glance which took in at the same
time the nearness and extreme height of
the trees by Which this sylvan mystery
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FINAL DECISION
Great Hhpptnees
Fw Xorth OamHna Lady,
Aa ToM Tn FoAowing
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•toac all Itw rn»dWn*» 1 hail taken
~1 have induced tnMrv of my frtenil.-
to try < '*rdi>t, and they all aay thev
have been beaeflled by It* n»e
There never ha* been and never wtl
be. a meSHelu* to compare with Cai
dill
'"I bettyve ft t* a guud meittctiie for :l
womanly trouble* "
You can raty abanfuteli rm (hardul
the Woman'* tonfc
For more than IWi year* piwoticallj |
an averaa* lifetime, It haa been going
right to the aeat of moat forma of
womanly trouble, building up thro weak
•red organa to thalr natural atate
tnavehw rwernrmg t'tengtn and health
th), half eenturi of time. If ha»
perl <■< < re than a million women Win
dn>t ft de the Mme for v«u ’
y-, , ''* *® laid • *4* *..rv r*epi
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was surrounded, when a sound from the
road on the opposite side of the hollow
brought hie conjectures to a standstill and
sent him hurrying on to the nearest point
from which that road became visible.
A teem was approaching He could
1 hear the heavy tread of horses working
’ their laborious tvay through trees whose
1 obstructing branches swished before and
behind them. They were bringing In a
load for this shed, whose uses he would r
1 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, I
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 1
blue skirt and jacket and moved like a
leader in front of a heavily laden wagon ‘
now coming to a standstill before the i
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.
"When I swing the. doors wide, drive
straight tn.”
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
Bjecr ajMl and some of th pm so ■
large that the assistance of another man ’
wa.s needed to handle them. Sweetwater I
was about to offer his services when a I
second 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 wsiting 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 1
hand, even In the great city he had Just 1
left, had he seen such abundance, held *
in such modest restraint. Nature had I
been partial to this little working girl and i
given her the chevelure of a queen
But this was nothing. No one saw this ,
aureole when once the eye ha.l rested on
her features and caught the full nobility J
of their expression and the lurking sweet- '
ness underlying her every look She her- 1
self made the. charm and whether placed 1
high or placed low. must ever attract the 1
eye and afterwards lure the heart, by an ■
individuality which hardly needed perfect .
features 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 1
elevation of her thoughts both in 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 1
was calculated to afford the least enllght- 1
enment in regard to their contents he
presently wearied of his inaction ’and
turned back toward the highway, oom- 1
fortlng 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 aa the affair In which he
was so deeply interested, demanded.
Sweetwater Returns.
"You see me again. Miss Scott. I hope
that yesterday s intrusion has not pteju
diced you against ma"
I have no prejudices, 1 ’ was her simple
but firm reply. ”1 am only hurried and
very anxloua The doctor is with Mr
Brotharson just now; but he has several
other equally sick patients to visit and I
■dare not keep him here too long ”
"Than you will welcome my abruptness
Miss Scott, here Is a letter from Mr.
Chailoner. It will explain my position
As you will see. Ills only desire la to ee
ta.Wlsh the fact that his daughter did not
commit mtlalde She was all he had in
the world, and the thought that she could,
for any reason, take her own life is un
bearable to him. fndeed. he will not be
lieve she did so, evidence or no evidence
May I ask If you agree with hhn? You
have seen Miss Challoner, I believe Do
you think she was the woman to plunge
a dagger in her heart in a place aa public
as a hotel reception room?”
"No, Mr Sweetwater I'm a poor work
ing gtrl. with ven- little education and al
most no knowledge of ths world and such
ladies ae she But something tells me
for all that, that she was too nice tu do
this. 1 saw tier onoe and It made me
want to be quiet and kind and beautiful
Ilka her I never shall think she did any
thing ao horrible Nor will Mr. Brother
eon over believe it. He could not and
live You Hee. lam talking to you as if
you knew him -the kind of man he is and
just how bo feels toward Miss Challoner.
He Is —” Her voice trailed off and a look,
uncommon arsd almoet elevated. Illumined
her face "I wdH not tell you what he Is;
you will know, ts you ever see him "
"If the favorable opinion of a whole
town makes a good fellow, he ought to be
of the beau" returned Sweetwater, with
hie most honest smile "1 bear but one
story of him wherever 1 turn
"There la but one story to tell," she
smiled, aud her head drooped softly, but
with no air of self■consoiousnsas
Sweetwater watcher her for a moment,
and then remarked Tm going to take
one tiling for granted that you are as ;
anxious as we are to clear Miss Chal-
• loner a memory
"O yea. O yes
I Mors than that, that you air ready
■ and eager to help us Your very'looks
show that "
"You are right, 1 would do anything tu 1
| help you Rut alia* can a girl like me
jdo” Nothing, nothing I know too little
| Mr Cl aliunet must sse that when you tell :
him J tn one the daughter of a foreman " '
And >■ frond nf Mr Hrotheraon. sup
I piemen Sweetwater
■n e sunlsii he want me <
to ■■■ sc Hut the. * bin gn«»dneiw I ■
don't dr-serve the honor
"ills t> •■■■<! and therefore bls ennfi I
dsnte Haestwater cnnrinued H« ha- '
| talked to y.o »b„ u( Ml „ challoner* '
He had tr. There w,. r>..|„,.., „„ to '
whom he ■ ould i M |k and then I had seen
het and ■ mild uuderatand ■ <
Te Ba Continued tn N>«t leans. |)
"Beauty Is Woman’s Greatest Asset,” Declares Miss Florence Reed
Bv MARGARET HUBBARD
AYER.
EAUTY is an asset to any wom
pj an, but especially so, to the
actress. It shows a lack ol
intelligence and will power if one
doesn’t try te preserve that asset ac
cording to sensible hygienh methods.”
Doesn't that sound businesslike? Yet
it is lhe verdict of Miss Florence Heed,
one of the most brilliant and tempera
mental of t'ne younger actresses.
Miss Reed Is a fareinating person. In
the last two plays that I have seen her,
in "The Typhoon," ami now as Bettlna
in "Tire Mastei of the House." she
plays tire very, very naughty lady of
the piece, and she does it with such
technical skill and such seductive charm
that you quite forgive the foolish men
whom she draws into her net.
Personally, I have a deep grievance
against the author, because 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 c!as-es so sensibly as a valuable
business assert.
Miss Reed Is a well balanced Indfvia-
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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 the A, B. C of
beauty culture.
"Isn’t It all a matter of common
sense?" satd 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 hhe last act. For two seasons |
now I’ve been able to get to bed by 11
o'clock No, no supper. VS .hen 1 enter
tain friends 1 do it at luncheon. Then I I
have plenty of time. but. of course, it
sometimes happens that I have to en
tertain after the play, but ordinarily 1
have an apple and a bite of cheese.
"I have my brea.kfa.st at eight or 1
half past eight; and I work in the |
morning; I keep up my piano, and also |
work on my voice. 1 have no real re- I
gime as far as diet goes, but 1 don't !
eat very much, and I drink nothing at,|l
all but water, and a great deal of that.
1 suppose that is why my skin is In
such good condition But I don't know I
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 flesh ste mine "
But it wasn't of her mother “that I'm
going for to sing," as Gilbert remarked, i
so I had to hark back to Miss Reed’s i
method of preserving youth and beauty, i
It Is vert discouraging to an enterpris- i
ing Interviewer to find that the most
beautiful woman on the stage doesn't
do an> of those elaborate and spectacu
lar stunts that make such good mate
rial for copy.
How She Does It.
Miss Reed's face glows with enitiu- j
siusm when she sjieaks of anything thu
interests her. Her work, for instance,
or modern literature. But the light of I
enthusiasm and sparkle die out when it
comes to a question of just being beau
tiful. Aside from the vets -itnpli- life
that site hade the daily long walk,
and tile careful diet, it Is Miss Reed’s
interest in everv phase of life, in every -
thing that surrounds her. or that sh<
can reach through the medium of books
and music, that keeps her young, en- <
Ihusiastle and gives her | ei.-onaiity the I
electric quality of a live wire
Miss Reed Is an ardent student of
physiology, and hits all kinds >f t> i
lerestlng, theories about the sub .mi
s< totisriess which sh< believes Is situ
ated at the base nf the ceicb. di
and which we some dac will )•■>, n |.,l
ua< consciously
She Inslals that slw has cured h.-r-eii I
nf Insomnia by the ua>- <»f this p<iw. I
which nr all iringmse and io which
»o few find the kr»
You aee she » not at all the kind ol •
young w u m that m |l| i*lk about tin
heel thing hi »ue|> and the nrwaat nil
i
OiHHh "iM
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i aWfei. if I
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,
chc; ■'
"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 Bettlna? I do. I can’t see why so
many women are willing to wea.r 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 Os my clofhes 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 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,
Cottolene
the economical cooking fat
Cottolene is well adapted
for pastry-making because it
produces light, delicate, flaky
crust, and is much more
wholesome than either butter
or lard.
Cottolene 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.
Cottolene is better and
cheaper than lard, it costs
about the price of lard. Two-!
thirds of a pound of Cottolene
will do the
work of a full
pound of but-/
ter or lard.
Cottolene is never w’
sold in bulk —al- ( $
ways in air-tight
tin pails, which pro- R
tect it from dirt, r”
dust and odors. It
is always uniform
and dependable.
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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 feeing she will
continue to be beautiful! That is her
secret.
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“The Woman Thou Gavest Me” I
is a strangely human story of a woman’s life.
You will be carried to the intensest pity—the
i deepest love and the extreme of hatred as I
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The Truth About Roosevelt-Archbold I
William Randolph Hearst in the October
issue answers Senator Penrose and those false
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government. f
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The article reveals the Standard Oil cipher |
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I'he surprising attitude of the then President
is disclosed.
This article should be read by every patriotic
citizen.
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• By 'William F. Kirk 3
POLITICS NEVER MADE NO HIT
WITH HER.
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 it that men cares so much for poli
-1 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, 1 re
member, and saw him elected.”
Ha-ha! laughed the Manicure
Lady. "That’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. ‘I 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 XX ilfred has caught the spirit
of the whole thing, and the poor boy is
tr.iing 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-Presldent 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 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
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
children that she didn't know what she
was doing.”
"M ell, no matter how soon it is over,” j
said the Manicure Lady, "I will be j
Goodness knows. George, lam sick and 1
tired of the whole layout. There w ’
two gents in here yesterday that talked
so loud and earnest about Taft and
Wilson that I Was afraid they wa« I
ing to go mad with hydrophobia | w .. I
so unstrung that I was glad when the, I
had their nails all did and got out I
the shop.” |
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