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How BEHIND CLOSED DOORS 0,K ,l,c eTw^ s,on, ‘ HID Prevents Unpleasant Odor from Perspiration. Does not Clog Nor Injure. 25c All Jacobs’Stores Daysey Mayme And Her Folks By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN. (Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. “Let me see it," cried she, and Mr. Oryce, greatly pleased at the success of his trick, handed her the picture of Genevieve Gretorex, satisfied that it this good woman continued to find it like the Mildred Farley she had men tioned, he should find that Mildred Far ley was the name the young woman he had himself first taken for the original of this picture, and In whole fate de spite his reason and his years he had found himself so much interested that he had come here at this late hour of the night to learn her name, and if possible, her dwelling place. His success surpassed his hopes. The old lady looked at the picture, shook her head and looked again. Somewhat Different. “How these photographs can de ceive?" cried she. “If I had not stopped to look at this twice, I would have sworn It was Mildred Farleyls face, but I see how that she wears her hair quite dif ferent, and that she Is older and much better dressed than Mildred could ever hope to be. Nevertheless, there is a very striking similarity, and I should like to see Miss Miss——'' "Handscomhe," put In the detective •• and Mildred together. It would be a pleasing study." And she stared long and earnestly at the picture, wind ing up with: "I should like to show it to Mildred." This was putting herself exaotly lit the position desired by Mr. Gryce. “You cat. do so,” he observed. 'If you do not have to carry It far not keep It long. Does Mildred live any where near you? Can you see her to night?" "She lives In my rouSth story front room, sir; Mildred I-'arley Is one of my boarders.” Mr. Gryce stroked his trembling right knee with a very loving hand. ’One of your boarders,” he repeated. "She is doubtless then upstairs asleep.” “No, poor girl. no. She is a dress maker and sometimes does not close her eyes till 1 o’clock at night. She Is not asleep, but come to think of it, she is not in the house at alL She went away for a short vacation a few days ago, and though she promised to be home this afternoon, I believe she did not come. It has always been my hope that Dr. Molesworth would marry her. She is a lovely girl and he Is a very fine man. Why, then, shouldn’t they come to gether?” / “And what yon makes you think they will not? Why shouldn’t it be she he is going to marry?” “Why? Because they would have told me. He knows a.*d she knows there Is nothing I wish so muc’i. It would be preposterous for them to keep It to themselves after all I have said. No, if Dr. Molesworth. is going to marry any one (and 1 don’t believe yet he is), it must be some ridiculous chit of a girl he has met away from here, 4 and—Mildred why, Lena!” This exclamation was caused by the appearance at the door of a young girl who the moment she saw Mr Gryce, shrank back and started to run away But the emphatic “Lena!” stopped her. and in a moment the old lady was in the hall; a whispered conference en sued, followed by the re-entrance of the good woman with a note in her hand. “Well, I never!” she exclaimed, look ing first at the letter she held and then at the feeble figure of the old man who had risen with well feigned Indifference as if to go, * A note from Dr. Moles worth, which he left on purpose for me! and that girl forgot to give it to me till now! What can he have to say!” And breaking the seal, she read the few enclosed lines with a growing wonder that ended in the Joyous ex clamation of “Good gracious, It is Mil dred. after all! He is going to marry her to-night, and bring her home to morrow. Well, I will give up. Never a word to me about it, and I so fond of them both! I don’t understand it. folks are so queer ” And she fluttered to and fro in ill-disguised Joy, talking and muttering to herself, while Mr Gryce pulled his muffler about him and began to move slowly toward the door. “I declare,” she broke in, as her at tention was recalled to him by this movement, “it does seem a pity for you to go out again into the cold. If you think you would be better here, I have an empty room.” But - at this moment a carriage was hoard to stop before the door, and, startled Into a new train of thought by this unwonted occurrence, she moved towards the front windows, exclaiming: “I do believe they have come now!” “Mildred! Mildred! What has hap pened to you, poor girl!" came in pierc ing tones from the latter, as the sad burden, having been deposited on a sofa, she approached, and drew aside the cloak which had hitherto concealed the face “O God! how pale she is; how cold! Doctor, has slio only fainted or is she—“ "Dead,” came from his lips in deep and thrilling tones, while his gaze sought the landlady's face and rested there with an intentness he might not have displayed had he noticed the old manmumbling and chattering to him self In a corner. “And what has killed her? What has destroyed my poor girl, the very night you hoped to marry her?” “Shall I tell you?” The doctor had waved the man aside who had assisted him in his fearful task, and now stood with folded arms side by side with the landlady, looking down upon the still, set face which, with the blue robe that enshrouded the form, were already so well known to the watching detective. “She r eferred this bridal to the one I had planned for her. Now you know a!’.” And wlfh Just one more deep and searching look at the landlady's startled face, he walked up to his assistant. “That is all,” said he, “I will do the rest. The coroner will probably be here soon and -who are you?” This was aid to a small, slight man who at this moment appeared in the doorway. “I am a detective, sir,” was the reply, and he was doubtless going to say more, but he caught an unexpected sight of Mr Gryce, and paused in some con fusion. He had recognised a superior. As for Mr. Gryce himself he had scarcely noticed the young man; he was too intent upon the doctor who. at the utterance of the word detective, had wheeled suddenly about wth the evident intention of hiding his surprise. But a mirror hung oposfte him. and in this the watchful eye of Mr. Gryce detected such an expression of uncontrollable shock and anxiety that he Inwardly con gratulated himself over the curiosity which had drawn him to this house. The confusion. If there was such. In the physician’s mind, was but momen tary. In an Instant he turned and con fronting the intruder, asked with some severity; “And what work is there for a detec tive he,re? The young lady has taken poison and is dead. I have notified the coroner “ “Pardon me.” Interrupted the other, with every appearance of humility and respect. “I have come from the coroner. I am only a messenger and my errand is to say that as he can not come until morning it might relieve you to have I have performed it.’ A Word of Protest. "But ft is nobody’s duty to w»toh over this poor girl's body but mywlf," broke in tho landlady, with hearty Indigna tion. “Do you forget that it hi a wom an and a lady you are talking about and do you think I will stand by and see any man, much less a stranger, take the place which only one of her own sex should occupy? Site Is no relative of mine, but I loved her and—doctor, you have some regard for her memory. I am sure; send that man away; he has al ready been here too long," And with a care that was almost motherly In Its tenderness, she drew the end of the cloak once again over the poor dead face, dropping a tear as sh« did so, which was not unseen by Mr. Gryce If It was unappreciated by the stem and bitter-souled physician. "But, madam"—that stranger be gan. “Stop!" oried Pr: Molesworth, "I will explain to her." And In a few veoeds ha told her how in rases of -violent death. It was thought advisable for the Coroner to see the victim as soon after decease as possible, and when, as In thia cass, circumstances demanded delay, no one’, not even a mother could rightfully Inter fere with whatever surveillance the Coroner thought It his duty to Impose. So you will let this man stay here, and I will stay, too: for ft Is as much my wish ns yours that every respect should be shown the one whom living I hon ored sufficiently to wish to make my wife.' ’ The landlady shook her head with an aggressive air, but made no further pro test. Dr. Moteaworth pointed to a chair and the representative of the Coroner sat down; then while the former glanced at Mr. Gryoe, who had Just caught hia attention, a slight noiee woe heard in the hall and a second stranger entered. “What does this mean?” angrily cried the doctor. "Is it possible that the front door has been left openT” And brusquely pushing by the newcomer, he shut the offending door and then coming hack, asked hts business of the last arrival. The fellow, who was sMmmer than the other and muoh more dapper, pulled a small book and pencil from hia pocket, it was enough. I>r. Molesworth recog nized a reporter, and gave hts irritation full play. “You are Intruding,” cried he. “Thia is a private house ami no one asked you to enter. As for the calamity whioh has occurred, learn of it how and where you will; I shall tell you nothing.” To Be Continued To-morrow. Give Your Boys Muscle Food Give that growing boy and girl of yours food that will nourish and build up their bodies, food that makes sound bone, strong muscle and healthy flesh. FAUST SPAGHETTI is just that kind of food. It is made from Durum wheat — a cereal extremely rich in gluten—a bone, muscle and flesh builder. SPAGHETTI can be served in many tempting ways. It always makes a savory, relishable dish and is very easily digested. You have no idea how many delicious ways you can serve FAUST SPAGHETTI until you read our free recipe book —write for it. At all grocers’— Sc and 10c packages. MAULL BROS. St. Louis, Mo. England Trains Her Boys for Naval Fighting Men A Tragedy. But at her first glance through the curtaJns she drew back with a fright ened air, and crying, “Oh, what can this mean!” hurried towards the door with every sign of Intense agitation. Mr. Gryce once took her place at the window, but he did not look out, for at that moment a man’s voice was heard in the hall, and the waxy detec tive thought It prudent to resume his role of the self-absorbed, semi-oblivious old man whose infirmities were so en grossing he had neither eyes nor ears for what went on about him. It was well he did bo, for in another moment his lmperturballty received a great shock by the certainly unlooked-for en trance of two men bearing a burden which, at one glance, showed Itself to be the Inert form of a young woman. From the appearance of one of the.se he Judged him to be Dr. Molesworth. They were followed by the landlady, crying and wringing her hands. By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. T HE two pillow’ cushions, which, with the Honorable Lysander John Appleton, Kin Commis sioner General of the United Stat?3. Vompose the Pillow Cushion Club, sat stiff, upright and unbending In their corners, waiting for the meeting to begin. It was a joy for the speaker of th* evening to look at them. So well- stuffed. so self-satisfied, so blank of expression; they looked like womer ^ hose sole ambition in life is to keep iheir figures, and who place all their hope in a straight-front corset. Lysander John gave them an en couraging smile. “My wife and daugh- , er.’ he said, “who spend most of their time from home reading papers on How to Make Home Life Beauti ful, never had audiences more in telligent and appreciative than mine, Ladies, I thank you! “I have delved into Emerson, I have wandered through Carlyle, and I have failed to find any problems more serious than those I will submit to night. As members of the Pillow Cushion Club we mPst grapple with these questions. We must never again shirk our share of the burden of the world’s progress. “Doubt, my dear audience, If m\ wife and daughter at any of then- various clubs in the past month have wrestled with more vital questions than those I will lay before you this evening. “First, How soon after an article >s borrowed is it proper to go over witn an excuse demanding its return? “If a friend buys an automobile can it be construed as a gentle nint if you buy yourself an automobile coat ? “When a man’9 family consists of himself and wife, and he buys a four- passenger car, does that indicate a kind, generous disposition, or a de sire to escape being bored to death by riding alone with his wife? “If either must be slighted in a meal, the soup or th * pudding, which should it be? In other words, is it wiser to smooth down the bristles <>f ‘temperamental man by starting him feeling good at a meal, or to finish him feeling satisfied? “Is it economical and proper these hard times to burv a woman’s false hair with her, when, with a littD change in the color, her 'husband’3 next wife might wear it? “My next problem,” he concluded “is one which will not permit of our speedy adjournment if we attempt to solve it. It is this: How many dif ferent ways are there for a man to act the fool?” ’Phone or Wire. 4 -o The following letter appears in a Boston newspaper: Sir—I called at your editorial room* yesterday, entering the outer cham ber. The boy was absent. On th< door, which was closed, leading to the sanctum sanctorium, was a sign. “No Admittance.” On the wall next to the door was another sign. "No Loitering Here.” The question is, what’s a fel ler to do? ‘ F. H. L. The pictures are of sailor boys in the British navy being reviewed on the training ship Exmouth. The top picture on the left shows them in a gymnastic display in which they have agility that a circus acrobat might envy. On the right on top the picture shows Prince Louis, of Battenberg, inspecting the boys, while the bottom picture shows a movement in the gymnastic drill. FROM LUCILE’S DIARY Fish Not Wanted. “I hear you’re going to marry Archie Blueblood, DJana./ Is it true?” asked one young society woman of another. “Marry him? I should think not! What on earth could I do with the man? He can’t ride, he can’t play tennis, golf, nor, for that matter, can he even drive a motor cai*!” “Oh,” said the friend, “but he can sw im beautifully, you know’.” “Swim, indeed! Now. I ask you. would you like a husband you had to keep in an aquarium?” KODAKS--- " ^ Eastman* First Class Finishing and En larging. A complete stock Tims, plates, papers, chemicals, etc. Special Mail Order Department tor out-of-town customers. Send for Catalogue and Prloe List. A. K. HAWKESCO. Kodak »epa'tm*V | 14 Whitehall 8t. ATLANTA. QA. CmCHESTER S PILLS /rv TI!K DIAMOND BRAND. *■ iner- hut or roar ’ A'kfwCIII.C’iniM.TFR** Pm - -(ft*U . PlAMONf) It RAND PILLS, for Si years known at Best, Safest. Always Reliable SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHFB5 A IN’T RACHEL has been staying with us on her way home from California, and I have passed a good deal of time wi£i her. as I am ex ceedingly fond of her. I really think I am her favorite niece. One morning when I was helping her dress—I love to pay her little attentions—I found that there were no buttonholes in the new lingerie blouse she had intended to wear. “Dear me!" I said “We must get Cousin Fannie to rectify this at once. She’ll be delighted to make the button holes for you.” "Why don’t you make them for me. Lucile?” asked Aunt Rachel. "Why, you see ” I began, and then hesitated. “Yes, I see. Lucile.” Aunt Rachel said. “You don’t count buttonhole- making among your accomplishments. In my day a young woman was not con sidered well bred if she could not make a perfect buttonhole.” "You make me quite ashamed of my shortcomings,” I told her. “You see. Cousin Fannie has always been rather proud of her beautiful buttonholes, and it would have seemed like infringing on her rights if I had taken to making them. too. Dear Cousin Fannie is a lit tle sensitive, and I don’t like to hurt her feelings " “It’s quite possible that she would like you to share her glory.” Aunt Rachel remarked. “If you wish to learn. I’ll agree to make it right with Fannie.” That afternoon I went to Cousin Fan nie’s room and asked her to give me a lesson in making buttonholes. "I’m awfully busy, Lucile,” she said, “for I’m trying to finish this waist that Aunt Rachel ^ave me the silk for. I wish to wear it to-night at the settle- nt reception. If you have button holes to make I’ll be giud to do them for for you to-morrow.” I felt so disappointed that I said: "Aunt Rachel criticises me because I don’t know how to make buttonholes, and you won’t take the time to teach me. I did so wish to learn this after noon.” I could scarcely restrain my tears as I spoke. “Why, Lucile. if you are so much In earnest about it of course I’ll show you how,” said Cousin Fannie. So we went to work. I made button hole after buttonhole all afternoon, for I was determined if I made them at all to excel. Cousin Fannie told me that evening that with a little more practice I should soon equal her. So I kept at it every spare minute for two days un til I felt competent to make the button holes In Aunt Rachel’s blouse. When she saw them she was so surprised and delighted at my skill that she immedi ately offered to buy me the perfectly charming chiffon set that I had been talking to her about. I was so enchanted at owning the cov eted set that I made an occasion to wear it by calling on Gertrude Bates the very day I received It. She was busy with the dressmaker, but I sat quite a while chatting until her brother, Carl, came home. I was just going when Gertrude remarked that the little silk coat which was being made w’as all done but the three large buttonholes. I offered to make them. “Why. do you know how to make but tonholes?” she exclaimed. I replied by taking the garment and setting to work with a nonchalance that I was amused to see alarmed her. •“Well, you’re a wonder,” said Carl when I had made a buttonhole and he had examined It. “I don’t believe my tailor could beat this.” As It w r as growing late, I suggested that Gertrude allow me to take the coat home and finish the buttonholes the next day. Rather Tired. I was rather tired the next morn ing. as I had been sewing So much more than I was accustomed to do, so I asked Cousin Fannie to make the two remaining buttonholes in Ger trude’s coat. She works so rapidly that I knew it w’ould be no trouble to her. I was glad to have them done, for George Requier called up on the phone and asked me to go out to his tennis club that afternoon. As I had so suitable wrap, I wore Gertrude’s fascinating little coat. I thought she would be glad to have me wear it after all the work I had done for her. I was astonished when I saw her walking toward me across the courts, for I naturally supposed she was at hotne with the dressmaker. “This is a Jolly surprise,” I said gayly, trying to make room for her on the bench. “It’s certainly a surprise,” she re plied ^coldly, and, looking fixedly at the jacket, she passed on. I explained to George she must he suffering from one of her severe head aches, for I could not bear to have him think any friend of mine would be so rude. Although I sent her the coat by par cel post the next day, I have not had a single word of acknowledgment or thanks from her. Gertrude, I fear, does not number gratitude among her graces. WAYNESVILLE, N. C. $8.90 Round Trip $8.90 Tickets sold August 4 to 9. Limit August 20. Account General Sunday school and Epworth League Conference. M. E. Church, South. SOUTHERN RAILWAY. ■a