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y— mujp l ■ i tw- <J»aggy? rzZ'•■ ?- <- 5 - ’*-•'•*'« fey* "' '-•; r J > • ! ' ’< 5 : 1 'j - ■ ; .71.• sy-« THE ’’GE O BGIAW’S M AGA ZWffc" PAoIe: ~ Initials Only” * By Anna Katherine Green A Thrilling Mystery Story of n’apyright, 1911, Street & Smith.) right, 1911, by Dodd, Mead & Co.) TODAY'S INSTALLMENT. -,e was on the mezzanine floor of ~, hotel where she lived. She was seetn- V happy and had been writing a letter letter to me which they never for v-ar.ied There was no one else by but , • strangers—good people whom one , st believe. She was crossing the floor, v ren suddenly she threw up her hands e . fell. A thin, narrow paper cutter T , ns In her grasp; and it flew into the Some say she struck herself with (Utter: for when they picked her up ■ > av found a wound in her breast which „■ cutter might have made.” Fldith? Never!" : i; e words were chokingly said. He was graying, almost falling* but he steadied I: ni self. "Who says that?” he asked It was the coroner’s verdict." • And she died that way—died?” immediately.” yfter writing to you?” Yes.” • What was in that letter?” Nothing of threat, they say. Only just cheer and expressions of hope Just like the others. Mr. Brotherson." And they accuse her of taking her own life? Their verdict is a lie. They did 1 know her.” then, after some moments of wild and ■onf’ised feeling, he declared, with a » sperate effort at self-control. You said that some believe this. Then ■here must be others who do not. What Jo they say?” Nothing They simply feel as you do. They see no reason for the act and no evidence of her having meditated it. t»r father and her friends Insist besides hut she was Incapable of such a horror. The mystery of it is killing us all—me it. .ve others, for I’ve had to show you a teerful face, with by brain reeling and 1 heart like lead in my bosom.” She held out her hands. She tried to Iraw his attention to herself—not from tin sentiment of egotism, but to break, f she could, the strain of these Insup 1. ’table horrors where So short a time be '.>re Hope sang and Life reveled In re in akened joys, Perhaps some faint realization of this reached him. for presently he caught her h' the hands and bowed his head upon her shoulder and finally let her seat him again. before he said: Do they know of —of my interest in this?" Yes: they know about the two O. B.’s " rhe two—” He was on his feet again, hut only for a moment; his weakness was greater thanthis will power. Orlando and Oswald Brotherson.” she xplained, in answer to his broken appeal. Your brother wrote letters to her as well as you, and signed them just as you • : 1. with his initials only. These letters were found in her desk, and he was sup posed. for a time, to have been the au thor of all that were so signed. But they found out the difference after a while Yours were easily recognized after they learned there was another O. B who loved her.” Good Netvs for Coffee Drinkers I vS A CUP \saannatr THE NEW BLEND The coffee beverage with a food value. Has the right flavor, the right aroma, and it won’t disagree. COSTS LESS AND GOES FURTHER THAN THE AVERAGE COFFEE. 20c buys a full weight pound can; but don’t measure its quality by its price. h a high-grade product, equaling in all-round merit coffees costing up to 10c per pound more. Pure — Delicious Eco nomical. Ax% Your (itocer for It. Roasted, Blended and Packed by Cheek-Neal Goffee Co, Hints i SASHVII.I.F HO! S ION JACKSONVILI. 1 The words were plain enough, but the stricken listener did not take them in. Ihey carried no meaning to him. How should they? The very idea she sought to Impress upon him by this seemingly careless allusion was an incredible one. She found it her dreadful task to tell him the hard, bare truth. "Your brother.” said she. "was de toted to Miss Chailoner, too He even baTJVt i’°, n ‘ arry heF 1 can not keep th 8 fact ' UlB known everywhere, and by everybody but you.” nur?I la » nd A HiS “ PS took an urve. as he uttered the word This was "i?-2 Ur ' K Birt 8 lma Kinative fancy to him. „ hj . Orlando never knew her, never saw her, never—•” •r? e met her at L ®no* • ” the name produced its effect. He L.new' ma,]e an effort t 0 think - repeated his hnM Ver f ° h!mse,f; th, “ n suddenly lost nP °, n ’ b ' > ,dea wh,ch that •uggested. struggled again for it. seized HJn an instant of madness and shouted ye8 ‘ 1 rero « mb “r. I sent him aglin and paused - hls mlnrt blank m° fri « h,en ®d to her very soul. _° k d blindly about for help; but she did for AL h ’ ' llde; Bhe <lld not dar ® ’O' Os PS ha,d re °P en «d' ’he continuity Os his thoughts had returned; he was go- Ing to speak. S . ent hlm ,here ” The words came in a sort of shout. "I was ■o hungry to hear of her .nd 1 thought he might mention her in hls let- Wbo,' G ane! lnsane! He saw her and - What s that you said about hls loving her? Ie couldn’t have loved her; he’s not of the loving sort. They've deceived vou with strange tales. They’ve deceived the whole world with fancies and mad dreams. He may have admired her, but loved her —no! or if he had, he would have respect ed my claims." He did not know them ” A laugh, a laugh which paled Doris’ cheek: then his tones grew even again, mernorj came back and he muttered faintly: 'Thai is true I said nothing to him. He had the right to court her—and he did, you say: wrote to her; Imposed him self upon her. drove her mad with im portunities she was forced to rebuke; and and what else? There is something else. Tell me: I will know It all.” He was standing now, hls feebleness all gone, passion in every lineament and hls eye alive and feverish, with emotion. "Tell me." he repeated, with unrestrained vehemence "Tell me all. Kill me with sorrow but save me from being unjust." He wrote her a letter; it frightened her. He followed it up by a visit—" Doris paused; the sentence hung sus pended. She had heard a step-- a hand on the door. Orlando had entered the room. Alone. Oswald had heard nothing, seen nothing. But he took note of Doris' silence, and turning towards her in frenzy saw what had happened, and so was in a measure prepared for the stern, short sentence which now rang through the room; "Wait, Miss Scott! you tell the story badly Let him listen to me. From my mouth only shall he hear the siern and seemingly unnatural part I played in this family tragedy.” The face of Oswald hardened Those pliant features—beloved for their gracious kindliness—set themselves in lines which altered thSm almost beyond recognition; but his voice was not without some of its natural sweetness, as. after a long and hollow look at the other's composed coun tenance, he abruptly exclaimed: “Speak! I am bound to listen; you are my brother.” Orlando turned towards Doris. She was slipping away. “Don't go,” said he But she was gone. Slowly he turned back. Oswald raised his hand and cheeked the words with which he would have begun his story. "Never mind the beginnings." said he. "Doris has told all that. You saw Miss Chailoner in Lenox —admired her —offered yourself to her and afterwards wrote her a threatening letter because she rejected you.” To Be Continued in Next Issue. MOTHER OF LARGEFAMILI Tells How She Keeps Her Health Happiness For Those Who Take Her Advice. Scottville, Mich.-“I want to tell you how much good Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg- etableCompound and Sanative Wash have done me. I live on a f ar tn and h ave worked very hard. I ant forty-five years old, and am the mother of thirteen children. Many people think it etrange that I am not broken down with hard work and the care of my fam- \\ ■i fly. but I tell them of my good friend, Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, and that there will be no back ache and bearing down pains for them if they will take it as I have. lam scarcely ever without it in the house. “I will say also that I think there is no better medicine to be found for young girls. My eldest daughter has taken Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound for painful periods and irregular ity, and it has helped her. “I am always ready and willing to apeak a good word for Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound. I tell every one I meet that I owe my health and happiness to your wonderful medicine.” —Mrs. J. G. Johnson, Scottville, Mich., R.F.D. 8. 'Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, made from native roots and herbs, contains no narcotics or harmful drugs, and today holds the record of being the most successful remedy for woman's ills known. \/\i ßelle Baker Tells Hotv Hard Work and Good. LJCdUiy in v auaevilie Clean Living Has Preserved Her Good Looks ""'X 'fat J iw • vHHk ‘ ■■■ .. oi i IsMhIK. '.2 s .i&aigw .mMMST Y > I '’rSMr Jr v I \ ■“>, new ■ . Bv MARGARET Ill’BBARi) AYER OI TSIDE the theater the great big electric sign spelled “Belle Baker" in flashing letters, pro claiming to all the world how im portant a person that young favorite Is in vaudeville. But behind the scenes in her dress ing room Belle Baker, wrapped up in two warm kimonos, despite the warm weather, was shivering with nervous ness and worry, and was (ar removed from the joyous and joy-inspiring ar tist who wins the hearts of her audi ence by her excellent comedy work, her rich voice, and her winning personal ity. "Oh. I’m always so nervous every Monday," said Miss Baker, looking at me with great big mournful eyes. "But this is Tuesday. Why should you worry? Besides, you're a head liner and you always make good. Doesn't the electric sign say so?” Belle Baker wouldn't be comforted. She is not yet nineteen years old— that is, her actual age; not her stage age. Her pretty round face is still that of a child, and only the great, big, dark eyes show that Belle Baker's career has not always been an easy one, and that her success has been earned by much work, hard struggle and anxiety. I am going to repeat what Miss Baker told me about her life, because while I hope it will scare some foolish girls from the mad desire of breaking into vaudeville, it will show others, those few who really have the talent, nerve, persistency, and who lack vanity enough to learn by their own mistakes, that this great country of ours is full of opportunities for the girl with the right spirit. You’ve probably all seen Belle Baker; you know that she can take her audi ence right along with her; you've seen her name printed in fat type on the program, you know that she’s the hit of the bill, and that she gets a corre sponding big salary. “I know I'm foolish to worry," ex plained Miss Baker to me. "But you see, there's responsibility; it just weighs me down. The responsibility of making good at every single per formance, and especially Monday, with a new audience at a new theater. "I always feel I have to 'make good’ all over again, and that’s why I just dread Monday so, and why I get so nervous that I almost lose my voice, and I’m always hoarse and sick. "I've been working for a long time, ever since 1 was a little bit of a girl, and I’ve had heavy responsibilities, tny parents to take care of. and now that I'm really doing well I always worry, for fear that something will happen. "When I was a little girl I worked in a waist factory; I was so little and so much under age that when the fac tory inspector came around they used Do You Know— A new patent that will interest men who would like to discard suspenders, but are not partial to tight belts, is a shirt with "a plurality of lapels." which are designed to be attached to the trousers for their support. The trous ers being thus held up, suspenders may be dispensed with and belts worn com fortably loose. In Iceland every man and woman over the age of twenty-flve is allowed a vote, and women are eligible for office under the state. Under certain conditions local au thorities in Prussia are permitted to tax incomes below S2OO a year. In the Dominion of Canada, out of the 24,000-odd miles of railways, the government owns ovet 1.700. Having sixty stops and S.uott | ip< - the organ at Huatlem, North Holland, is one of the largest in Europe. There are 840 sailing ships and fifty steamships over fifty' years old In the British merchant service. Timber from forests belonging to the Prussian slate brings in an annual rev nue of $30,000,000. Germany and Fiame spend annuallv ,• /BMHBRSMb > i ' A, > MISS BELLE BAKER. ONE OF B. F. KEITH'S STARS, IN TWO CHARM ING POSES. to put mi in the big boxes and cover me over with the waists. Then I sold lemonade for a time, and finally I got a little engagement with Jacob Adler at his theater. “Oh, that was a wonderful time, be cause that was where 1 got so much of my training. Everybody worked with their whole heart and soul in that the ater. and 1 learned to do it. too. Mr. ami Mrs. Adler were wonderfully kind and clever, and they taught and en couraged me a great deal. But, alas, the theater closed down, and I couldn't find any kind of an engagement. “There was nothing I could do. My mother was ill, and I felt all the re sponsibility of her welfare resting or me; finally 1 got a job at a moving picture theater. .1 signed with them for SSO a week, but before I began with them I sang one Sunday night at the Academy of Music, and got several of fers from managers right away. But I felt that I had promised the moving picture people, and that I mustn't go back on my word. So I went'down and sang between the pictures all the after noons and evenings, and sent my moth er to the country with the money 1 hao made. "Well, In a little while I felt that 1 could end that engagement ami take one of the better ones that had be n of fered me in straight vaudeville. So 1 was sent out on tour, and I did make good that time.” Miss Baker’s eyes beamed That tour seems to have been a triumphant pro cession in which the bugbear of New York had not yet appeared. "Well" continued Miss Baker, "the managers thought I was doing so well out there that they sent for me to come to New York. Rut it was a very different thing. 1 only had a little old dress that I had worn at a wedding, and. oh, It was very sad indeed "One critic especially simply roasted inc to a finish. I had saved enough The best food that comes in the grocer a basket—Faust Spaghetti—more nourish ing than many times its cost m other foods. Our free book tells of many delights ul wayi to serve it. AT yOL'R GROCER S in sealed packages 5c and 10c I MAUI.L BROS . St. Louis. Mo I money to stop for a little, and I took six weeks to get new songs and study, and get a nice dress. Then I went to that same critic and said. I won't ever go back on the stage until you say that my work is good.’ He didn't want to hear me, but I made him. I sang alt my songs through, and his verdict was. ’You’re bad, but not quite as bad as you wefe.’ 'Very well.’ said I; 'l’m coming back tomorrow.' He gave me a few suggestions to improve my work. I went home and worked on those sug gestions and came back to sing for him again the following day. “Each day he said my pet formance was less impossible than the day be fore, and finally lie got interested enough to really help me with my sing ing and acting, and every one of his suggestions was gratefully accepted and acted upon. On the day he said my a« t was good T started out and got a new engagement, and I've been working now steadily for two years. “Whatever I am I think I owe to that critic and to my husband who man ages my business arrangements for me, and it’s the responsibility of living up to the good work they expect of me tiiat worries me so much,” concludeo the vaudeville star, with a little shiver of nervousness. "Do you know. Miss Baker, 1 was going to ask you how you keep your health and good looks. You can’t help being young and you are an absolutw contradiction of the adage that says 'Worry makes wrinkles’” "I don'i do anything but work, sleep and eat,” said the headliner, who la still almost a little girl, "but some day, when I've made enough money, I shall retire and live comfortably, and then perhaps I can tell you something about the preservation of beauty. I'll have more time to call tny own,” said Belle Baker, as she began making up for the evening performance. “Vaudeville isn't all beer and skit tles.'" said 1 to the electric sign as I passed out. And the sign winked in a mowing way. A YOUNG MAN, one who is un married. picks up a newspaper. He turns first to the sports. Perhaps he reads the telegraphic news; he undoubtedly does if something sen sational has occurred If he is a thinker, he leads the edito rials. He looks at the comic pictures, and then throws the paper away. A young woman, one who is not mar ried. picks up a paper. Perhaps she reads the sporting news: she usually reads the telegraphic news; she always looks over the society page, and some times glances up and down the obit uary column. Occasionally, she reads the editorials. Hut, young man and young woman alike, there is one part of the paper that is always overlooked. It is the part that refers to the onward Jump of high prices! If potatoes have gone up. if butter has advanced; if flour has made an other stride: if it costs more to live today than It cost yesterday', and there are threats that it will cost more to morrow; the young man and young woman, if Unmarried, think that is a matter for mother and father to worry over. They are sorry, of course. Or, rath er. they would be sorry if they lead such dire reports. But thev don’t read them! Letters like the following, of which scores are received every day, prove it. A young man, signing himself Joint, w rites : "I am 22 years of age. and 1 am keep ing company with a young lady two years my junior. Now, we would like very much to get married. 1 am earn ing $lO a week and J would like to gel your opinion as to whether or not we could get along hapjrily together on said sum." "When Poverty abideth itt the house." runs a new maxim. "Love’s Young Dream becomes Love's Old Night mare.” John, no doubt knows the season's baseball score. Does he know the score butter and eggs ,have made? anty\ Y'Jn DRVDGBX i FH'nW /N J Ylr \’ ~IF AllrlUHww TI f ii\ V* I * Another Fatal Accident with Scalding Wash Water. Anty Drudge- “Oh! Mrs. Happy days. Here’s another child scalded to death! Too bad. And just to thins, that could have been avoided if the mother had only washed with Fels-Naptha soap in the Fels-Naptha way—with cool or lukewarm water. Criminal negligence, I call it!” I he woman who considers her health won t tempt fate by standing for hours over a steaming tub, opening the pores in her chest and neck (the very place where grip and pneumonia strike) and then going right out in the cold to hang the clothes on the line. No need. Wash the Fels-Napthaway—• in cool or lukewarm water. No steam; no hot water; no nauseous odors. It saves money and doctor bills, and keeps hands and face clear and smooth in stead of chapped and blotchy. Washing the Fels-Naptha way, does away with the back-breaking drudgery of wash-day. No hard rubbing. Fels-Naptha dissolves the dirt; maKes the clothes look a lot cleaner and fresher than you could ever get them by boiling and rubbing. Clothes last longer, too —washed with Fels- Naptha. There is no boiling to weaken the fabric and no hard rubbing to wear it to shreds. Do your next wash the Fels-Naptha way. \ou will be all through in one-half the time and with one-tenth the effort. Follow the directions on the red and green wrapper. Use any time of the~year. » The Blindness of Youth By Beatrice Fairfax He knows who are winners of the prize fights. I contend he doesn’t know that flour and meats and potatoes have Romance down, and that it will not rise to the count. A man and wife can live on $lO a week and be happy, but not in a large city. If they live in a little country town where there is room for a vege fable garden, and carfare doesn't enter into the account, and the wit# is an economical housewife. $lO a week leaves a margin for a rainy day. But does John smoke? Is hls wife » soda and Ice cream victim? Are they addicted to the moving picture habit? Do they crave all the little luxuries anti amusements of the day, inexpensive, perhaps, taken singly, but amounting to the price of a good steak in the course of a yveek ? Will she do the family laundry? Will she make her own clothes'.’ Will his love survive the sacrifice of good dress ing? John knows the quality of cus love. The girl knows the quality of hers. I fear they don't know the cost of liv ing A love must be strong, unselfish, enduring, and ideal to live, day after day. under assaults made upon it by the grocer and the butcher and the land lord. Why not make this a test? Let John and the girl he loves take that ten dollars every ueek and open an account with . n imaginary landlord, butcher, bak°r. grocer and dry goods merchant. If there is anything left at th> (nd of the week, they can not be exultant, for there is a bill of sundries to be met that sometimes amounts to half they have taken into account. Gas and coal and shoes and Ice and the doctor, who may come rarely, but makes bis visits count; a hundred ano one items, ull merciless, all stubborn and on the other side of the ledger the one word, "Love." Would it survive? Ask those whe have tiled it. They know. Take a course in the School of Ex perience, am. be grateful that It Is the experience of the man you ask. and not your own.