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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 I BOWS FINAL DECISION Great Hhpptnees Fw Xorth OamHna Lady, Aa ToM Tn FoAowing JKmoet. DW« M> 431 Wa RMm< U IMttoi W <M» flftoto. —fl W rttfiterad toi f—• wM* p«f» *1 my «M< ami ■ SUM ottoe Mtn—t Mnotber to to*t*. "MaActnea patotoad m* if tor a wMta. toaa Vto* I wtoXI —t worse ' *P*b IMuaM) «nr fiwf—wt ton»*wl he —nr*a ** to t»y OanM th» w«roan> t—*-■ to tto tMMMTbr n»y a t>«4 tl« •*>£ 1 bypor. tw J n< si lx 414 nw mon fw-i •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 4,,, " ‘a'tanoof* tin K,, 'f * Iraf rurtmn, an,; «r »tot r fig n . r,, , r ee raquaat *r».ft»iv,4»fM ) 4 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- I MhKlj ' if / W- Ifft-ITT- ! * -’G x 'i • • ? > 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 w? / 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. THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY Help for the Crippled || Children Club F<w-t. I'uwiwwm nf t> • Spiny kJ.jggt? , and Hip Joint*, I'arabal* and HIBSw oth«r affliction, aureeysfully Li’WIT tryated. Eatablihbnd **** veara. tyM M rile today for illuat.-atal cap. y [Tf alo». | Natioaa! Surgical Inatilufn, I! s f ... Si Ailaat. '.a f I 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. Hall Caine’s New Serial I “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 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 I The Truth About Roosevelt-Archbold I 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 i government. f • I The article reveals the Standard Oil cipher | code and shows their investments in U. S. | Senators. J I'he surprising attitude of the then President is disclosed. This article should be read by every patriotic citizen. Hearst’s Magazine I 15 Cents a Copy $1.50 a Year I . M»nr"-rT7re ~ ; T ■■ : e ■ © © The Manicure Lady © @ I • 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.” | WISCONSIN WOMAN’S JRTONE Freed From Pain, Weakness, Terrible Backache and De spair by Lydia E. Pink ham’s Compound. 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