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THE QEOBGIAM’S MAOAZME, PAGE ‘ Initials Only" * By Anna Katherine Green /I Thrilling Mystery Story of Modern Times ■ipvright, 1911, Street & Smith.) right, 1911, by Dodd, Mead Co ) today ’S installment. e was on the mezzanine floor of tt ., del where she lived. She was seem ,e rappy and had been writing a letter , ,’ter to me which they never for v -fled. There was no one else by but , strangers—good people whom cne < believe. She was crossing the floor, suddenly she threw up her hands p . fell. A thin, narrow paper cutter ~ . n her grasp: and it flew into the some say she struck herself with •utter; for when they picked her up , . found a wound in her breast which ~a cutter might, have made." K.lith? Never!” ~, words were chokingly said He was ng- almost falling, but he steadied himself Who says that?" he asked. was the coroner’s verdict." And she died that way—died?" Immediately. After writing to you?” ‘Yes What was in that letter?" Nothing of threat, they say. Only just ( »er and expressions of hope dust like the others. Mr. Brothehson." And they accuse her of taking her ( ,«-n life" Their verdict is a lie. They did not know her." hen, after some moments of wild and onfused feeling, he declared, with a operate effort at self-control. V, --Sid that some believe this Then • »■« must be others who do not. ,What ,n they say?” Nothing. They simply feel as you do. . see no reason for the act and no evidence of her having meditated it. Her father and her friends Insist besides that she was incapable of such a horror. ■ hr mystery of it Is killing us all—me above others, for I’ve had to show you a • r-perful face, with by brain reeling and n\ heart like lead in my bosom.” s » held out her hands. She tried to draw his attention to herself—not from er' sentiment of egotism, but to break, f e could, the strain of these insup p l iable horrors where so short a. time be- . Hope sang and Life reveled in re era kened joys. Perhaps some faint realization of this leached him. for presently he caught her b> the hands and bowed his head upon he shoulder and finally let her seat him again, before he said: I>o they know of—of my interest In this?" Yes: they know about the two O. B s ” Tiie two—" He was on his feet again) l. only for a moment; hls weakness was greater than his will power. Orlando and Oswald Brotherson." she explained, in answer to his broken appeal. Your brother wrote letters to her as «p|| as you, and signed them just as you <> i with his) initials only. These letters «»re 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 ester they learned there was another O. B. who loved her." i Good News I /or Coffee Drinkers xA ACUP \SURPRISE^ Z THE NEW BLEND The coffee beverage with a food value. Has the right flavor, the right aroma, and it won’t disagree. COSTS LESS AN D GOES FURTHER THAN THE AVERAGE COFFEE. 20c buys a full weight pound can; but don’t measure its quality by its price. i Is a high-grade product, equaling in all-round merit coffees costing up to 10c per pound more. Pure Delicious Eco nomical. Your Grocer for It. Roasted, Blended and Packed by Cheek-Neal Goffee Co. I’lant* • '*SHVn,|,r HOCSTOX J ACIDOX V11.1.’ The words were plain enough, but the stricken listener did not take them In. her carried no meaning to him. How should they- The verv 1d „ sbp Sl , l|ght u impress upon him by this seemingly careless allusion was an Incredible one him ,n Un s ft her dreadfu l '»*>< to tell him the hard, bare truth. ' T , our brother -" sa,d she. "was de moted to .Miss Chailoner, too. He even backVhi'°, rn , arry her 1 ca " " ot and i 3 aCt ’ ft is known everywhere, and by everybody but you.” curve His lips took an irot l!cal e, as he uttered the word. This was . girls imaginative fancy to him. saw her d ° nfVer knt " h "’ "‘'er saw her. never met ,ler at Lenox.” ’ ■ rhe name produced its effect Ha stared, made an effort to think, repeated his hold'" 10 h ! m,elf: lheTl suddenly lost suggested P , n lUea Whlch ,ha ' "•ord 1t m t’ ■ ,ru « leU a^'r > for it. seized KJn an instant of madness and shouted there eS '” ' e a S ; remembOr - tsent bim again ‘ paused ’ his mind blank tn rIS - frlff btened to her verv soul, hot onH m l ' ab ° Ut f ° r h ’ ,P: ” Ut Sb * did for htsf r s,de - she dld not dara ro- of h?e th' PS , , a<i re °pened; the continuity of h s thoughts had returned; he was go ing to speak came ’.k' h ' m thW * ” Tbe words came tn a sort of shout. "I was so hungry to bear of her and ; flight he might mention her in his let- Wharfth 11 , 6 ’ tnsane! He - ,aw ' her and— what s that you said about hts loving her" He couldnt have loved her; he’s not of the loving sort. They’ve deceived you vlth strange tales. They’ve deceived the hole 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, fatmlT' Came baCk and he muttered that is true. 1 sa id nothing to hint, lie 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, his feebleness all gone, passion In every lineament and his eye alive and feverish, with emotion. .1 ell 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. Atone. 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, bet him listen to me. From my mouth only shall he hear the stern 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 them 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! 1 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 checked the | words with which he w ould have begun | hts story. "Never mind the beginnings." said he. i "Doris has told all that. You saw Miss IChalloner in Lenox admired her offered ourself to her and afterwards w-rote her la threatening letter because she rejected i you.” To Be Continued in Next Iseue. MOTHER OF LARGEJAMILY 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 H Sanative Wash have done me. I live on a f arm andhave worked very hard. I am forty-five years old, and am the mother of thirteen children. Many people think it strange that I am not broken down with hard work and the care of my fam ily. 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 speak 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. 3. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound. made from native roots and herbs, contains no narcotics or harmful drugs, find today holds the record of being the most successful remedy for woman’s ills known. RzanuHr irx \/-.n «■> Belle Baker Tells Hoiv Hard Work and Good, Deauiy m V audeville C/<w „ Ltving Has Preserved Her Good Looks • so 4 *■ — '— ' jfflT Wl-.t,- _ Y I \ I LI n F \ V * Bv MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. OUTSIDE 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 far removed from the joyous and joy-inspiring ar tist who wins the hearts of her audi- i ence by her excellent coined) work, her | rich voice, and her winning personal- J ity. “Oh, I'm always so nervous every I Monday," said Miss Baker, looking at | me with great big mournful eyes. "But this Is Tuesday. Why should i 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 fate is still that of 1 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 i much work, hard struggle and anxiety. I am going to repeat what Miss Baker told me about her life, because while 1 hope it will scare some foolish girls from the mad desire of breaking into vaudeville, it will show others, those few who really have tiie 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 site's the hit of the bill, and that she gets a corre sponding big salary. "I know I’m foo.ish to worry," ex- | plained Miss Baker to me. "But you see, there's responsibility; it Just J 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 - i all over again, and that's why 1 just ! dread Monday so. and why I get so ! nervous that T almost lose my voice,,, and I'm always hoarse and sick. "I've been working for a long time, ever since I was a little bit of a girl, and I've had heavy responsibilities, my parents to take care of, and now that I’m really doing well 1 always worry, for fear that something will happen "When I wfls a little girl I worked , in a waist factory; I was so little and I so much under age that when the sac- j tory inspector came around they used j 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 he attache,] to the trousers for their support. The trous ers being thus lu-ld up. suspenders ma-, be dispensed witii and belts worn com fortably loose. In Iceland every man and woman over the age of twenty-five 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 <>nt of the 24,000-odd miles of railways the govi'rnmentVowns over I.7a*. Having sixty stops . nd S 000 pipes, the organ at Haarlem. Norm Holland, is. one of the largest in Europe. There ate S4o sailing ships and fifty steamships over fifty years old in the Bi it isii met eha nt service Timbei from forests belonging to th. Prussian -late brings in an annual rev nee us $30,000,000. Ilermon arni l-'iame spend annua.ly er $10,200,000 on forestry. STsMMW .Hr jy ' I \ W. / \W' \ f .--MF' / \ ® nrnMWmß.T' UKS / \ H- i w r I WW -I I ' MISS BELLE BAKER. ONE OF B. F. KEITH’S STARS. IN TWO CHARM ING POSES. to put me in the big boxes and cover me over with the waists. Then 1 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 I gut so much of my training. Everybody worked with their whole heart and soul in that the ater, and I learned to do it too. Mr. and Mrs. Adler were wonderfully kind and clever, and they taught and en couraged me a great deal. But. alas, the theater closed down, and 1 couldn't find any kind of an engagement. "There was nothing 1 could do. My mother was ill, and 1 felt all tiie re sponsibility of her welfare resting on me: finally I got a job at a moving picture theater. I signed with them for SSO a week, but before 1 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 hurl 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 tiie country with the money I had made. "Well, in a little while I felt *hat I could end that engagement and take one of the better ones that had been of fered. me In straight vaudeville. So I was sent out on tour, and I did make good that time." Miss Baker's eyes beamed That tour seems to have boon a triumphant pro cesston in which Hie bugbear of New York had not ret appeared "Well" continued Miss Raker. "the managers thought I was doing so tvell out there that they sent for mo to come to Now York. But It was n very different tlnng 1 only bad a little old dress that I had worn at a wedding and. oh, It/was very sad indeed "One critic especially simply roasted me to n finish. 1 had «avcd enough vU.hc -W/ r • r»' 1 ’ » ' ’ 1 1 T sr The best food that comes in the grocer s basket—Faust Spaghetti—more nourish ing than many times its cost in other foods. I Our free book tells of many delightful way, to serve it. AT Y OUR GROCBR S In itealed packages 5c and lOe 1 MAUL!. BROS.. St. l.ou„. M». I money to stop for a little, and I took six weeks io 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 all my songs through, and his verdict was ‘You're bad, but not quite as bad as you v <'»e.' 'V« ry well.’ said 1; '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 pel formanc* was less impossible than I In- day be fore. and finally lie gm interested enough to really help me with my sing, ing and acting, and every one of his suggestions was gratefully ac epled and acted u]« n. <m the day lie .-aid my a< t was goed I started out and got a new engagement. and I’ve been working now steadily for two years. "Whatever I am I think 1 owe to that critic and to my husband who man ages rny business arrangements for me, and it's the responsibility- of living up to the good work they expect of me that worries me so much," concluded the vaudeville star, with a little shiver of nervousness. "Do you know. Miss Baker, I was going to ask you how you keep/your health and good looks. You can't help being young and you are an absolute contradiction of the adage that says 'Worry makes wrinkles.' " "I don't do anything but work sleep and eat." said the headliner, w-fio la stilt almost a little girl, "but some day . when I've made enough money , I shall retire and iiv* comfortably and then perhaps I can toll you something about the preservation of beauty. I’ll have mure time to call my own," said Belle Baker, as she began making up for the evening perforn/ance. / "Vaudeville Isn't nil beer and skit tles.'" said I to the electric sign as I passed out. And the sign winked in a allowing way. The Blindness of Youth By Beatrice Fairfax 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 reads 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 tbe 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. But, young man and young woman alike, there is one pan of the paper that is always overlooked. It is the part tlial refers to the onward jump of high prices! If potatoes have igone up; If butter has advanced; if flout 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 niattei for mother and father to worry over. They are sorry, of course. Or, rath er. they would be sorr.v if they read such dire reports. But thev don't read them! Letters like the following, of which scores ate received every day. provc it. A young man, signing himself John, w rites; "I am 22 years of age. and I 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 1 would like to get, your opinion as to whether or not we could get along happily together on said sutn.” "When Poverty abideth in the house," runs a new maxim. "Love's Young Dream becomes l.ovr's ('ld Night mare." John, no doubt, knows the season's baseball score. Does he know the score butter and eggs ,'tave made'.’ ASS? [ anty\ DRU DGE\J //J ' Il I be-’i II i\\ i9T~j ■r > ’ I 111 W IMI Ml ■ Another Fatal Accident with Scalding Wash Water. Anty Drudge—“Ohl Mrs. Happydays. 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-Naptha way— 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. 1 here is no boiling to weaken the fabric and no hard rubbing to wear it to shreds. Do your next wash the Fels-Naptha way. You will be all through in one-half the time and with one-tenth the effort. Follow the directions on the red and green w rapper. Use any time of the year. HL 1 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 anfi wife can live on $lO < 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 table garden, and carfare doesn't enter into the account, and the wife is an economical housewife. $lO a week leaves a margin for a rainy day. But does John smoke? Is his wife a soda and ice cream victim? Are they addicted to the moving picture habit? Do they crave all the little luxuries and amusements of rhe day. inexpensive, perhaps, taken singly, but amounting to the price of a good steak In the course of a week ? 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 hts love Tiie gill knows the quality of hers. I fear they don't know the cost of liv ing. A love must he 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 week and open an account with an imaginary landlord butcher, baker, grocer and dry goods meicliant. If there is anything left at the end' of the week, they can not be exultant, for there is a bill of sundries to be met that sometimes amounts to half the\ have taken into aicount. Gas and coal and shoes and ice and tin doctor, who may come rarely, but tnek“s his visits count: a hundred and one Items, all merciless all stubborn and on the dher side of the ledger the one word. "Love." Would it survive" Ask those who have tried it. They know Tak> a course in the School of Ex- I < rieine. am. be grateful that ft ts the experience of the nan you ask. and not your ow n.