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* " .<»<WBPW—WB«er • F* * THE QE OB QIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE" “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 HUSBAND’S FINAL DECISION Results In Great Happiness For North Carolina Lady, As Told In Following Advices. Draper. N. C.—Mrs. Helen L. Dalton this place, says: "I suffered for Years with pains In my left side, and would often almost smother to death. Medicines patched me up for a while, but then I would get worse again. Finally my husband decided he wanted me to tty Carduf, the woman's tonic, so he. bought me a bottle and I hp gan using It. It did me more good than all the medicines I had taken. 1 have Induced many of my friends to try Cardul, and they all say they have been benefited by Its use. There never has been, and never will *. a medicine to compare with Car ®l 1 believe ft Is a good medicine for all womanly troubles." Vou can rely absolutely on Cardul. the woman’s tonic. Fwr more than 50 years, practically an average lifetime, It has been going r! ?ht to the seat of most forms of womanly trouble, building up the weak ened organs to their natural state, thereby restoring strength and health. In this half century of time, it has helped more than a million women. Why •Wouldn’t it do the same for you? Het a bottle of Cardul today. r .\ B —Write to: I-.adte.s- Dept , Chattanooga Medicine Co.. CharZ-jnooga. *„ nn • for Special Instructions, and 64- hook, "Home Treatment for Wom cn. sent in plain wrapper, on request. (Advertisement.) 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 WallL -~* f 'MMitSy * / x • ~ / 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, Cottolene the economical cooking fat MM—WWfHllM||||iißlinWM W 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 sold in bulk al- I ways in air-tight tin pails, which pro tect it from dirt, tfo dust and odors. It is always uniform Ka and dependable. Q; THE N. K. FAIRBANK COMPANY Help for the Crippled Vx Children ffi Club F-ct. Diseases of the .Spine and Hip Joints, Paralysis and other afflictions succeesfully tfWC/ treated. Established 38 years. ' tjui Write today for illustrated cat- / fl'fl al°g. National Surgical Institute, 72 S. Pryor St. Atlanta, 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 long as she is young in thought and feeling she 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 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.” 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- gwMP* jIISJ ? ■ I'UllllVr.a you enough for what Lydia E. Pink hum’s Vegetable Compound has done so! me.” —Mrs. John Wentland, R.F.D., No. 8, Box 60, Coloma, Wis. 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