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“Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Grene
A Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times
(CoprrlK lll - 1911 « Street & Smith.)
(Copyright, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.)
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
■ You have mentioned Miss Scott as the
(•nrfldprit and the only confidant of this
ur.i.appy pair,” said he. "Would It be
possible—can you make ft possible for me
to see her?’’
It was a daring proposition: he un
derstood this at once from the doctor’s
f jp r essfon; and, fearing a hasty rebuff,
he proceeded to supplement his request
with a few added arguments, urged with
? ;rh unexpected address, and show of
reason that Dr. Fenton’s aspect visibly
•eftened and in the end he found himself
reais' 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 daj’ 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
an'thfng but a discontented frame of
mind. With so powerful an advocate as
the doctor, ho felt confident that he
should soon be able to conquer this young
girl's reticence and learn all that was to
be learned from an 5- one but Mr. Broth
erven 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
the village Instead, and later wandered
away Into the forest.
Struck by the inviting aspeqt 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 till he came to a depres
sion where a surprise awaited him. in
he shape of a peculiar structure rising
,r- q Its midst where It just fitted, or
so nearly fitted that one could hardly
,>.k about It without brushing the sur
rounding tree trunks. Os an oval shape,
wi!’ its door facing the approach, it
nestled there, a wonder to the eye and the
. don of considerable speculation to his
inquiring mind. It had not been long
tmil’. as was shown very plainly by
the fresh appearance of the unpainted
boat ds of which it was constructed; and
white 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 and 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 th,e 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
hinge became visible and further 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
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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
ehind 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- if such we may call it.
"I have a key,” so she called out to
the driver who had paused for orders.
tt 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.
1 his explained her presence, but the
" othln K They were of all
si-es and shapes, and some of them so
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 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 flvlng
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 Chalioner'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 <o this little working girl and
gnen 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 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 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
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 himsiflf 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 bis questions as 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 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 will 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 his daughter did not
commit suicide. 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. 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 she was too nice to do
this. I saw her once and it made me
want to be quiet and kind and beautiful
like her. I never shall think she dM any
thing so horrible. Nor will Mr. Brothir
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 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 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 I 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
ioner'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. 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.
“Yes.” she smiled, "he would want me
to say so. But that’s his goodness. I
don’t deserve the honor."
“His friend and therefore his confi
dante.” Sweetwater continued. “He has
talked to you about Miss Challoner?"
"He had to. There was nobody else to
whom he could talk; and then. I had seen
her and could understand."
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
“Beauty Is Woman’s Greatest Asset,” Declares Miss Florence Reed
By MARGARET HUBBARD
AYER.
1~~) EAUTY is an asset to any wom-
I) 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
ft 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 I 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 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 classes so sensibly as a valuable
business asset.
Miss Reed is a well balanced Individ-
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?" 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. I 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 Ido 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.
“I have my breakfast at eight or
half past eight; and I work in the
morning; I keep up my 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 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 fresh as mine."
But it wasn't of her mother "that I'm
going for to sing," as Gilbert remarked,
so I had to hark back to Miss Reed's
method of preserving youth and beauty.
It Is very discouraging so 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.
Miss Reed’s face glows with enthu
siasm when she speaks of anything that
interests her. Her work, for instance,
or modern literature. But the ligfit of
enthusiasm and sparfile die out when it
comes to a question of just being beau
tiful. Aside from the very simple life
that she leads, the daily 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 has 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 day will learn to
use consciously.
She Insists that she has cured herself
of insomnia by’ the use of this power
which we all recognize arid to which
so few’ find the key.
You see. she’s not at all the kind of
young woman that will talk about the
best thing in soap and the newest in
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cold cream, and as a last resort I
turned the conversation into the de
lightful channel of frocks and milli
nerv. 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 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 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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All of her clothes are made on long,
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wearer, who is herself like the embodi
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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.
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“The Woman Thou Gavest Me”
is a strangely human story of a woman’s life.
You will be carried to the intensest pity—the
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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
s The Manicure Lady e e
POLITICS NEVER MADE NO HIT
WITH HER.
C ( is booming along grand
J ,lst now, George, 1 ’ 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
ties?"
“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-ha!’" laughed the Manicure
Lady. "That’s the time I got one on
y6u, George. You are all the time cor
recting me. and now that you have
went and made a mistake 1 am going
to correct you. When you was talking
about Cleveland you said, ’I saw him
elected.’ You should have 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 bv writing political parodies and
ballads. He wrote a ballad the other
day that he sold to the Republican
X-President comjnittee, 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 1
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 ths
only reason she would vote for him
would be because she had so many
children that she didn't know what she
was doing."
"Well, no matter how soon it is over,"
By William F. Kirk
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
the shop.”
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