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4 . When the Sun Rose I T was absolutely still in th« large, dark room where the patient lay. A small lamp w'lth a dark shade faintly Illuminated the heavy silk curtains which covered the windows. In a corner of the room stood the little bed in which a small feverish body was sthuggling with death. A beautiful young woman was sitting at the bedside, her eyes anxiously followed every move ment of the sick child. Her costly evening gown showed that she had returned direct from some so ciety affair. Her gloves and fan she had thrown carelessly on the table. A few r hours ago she had been sitting at the dinner table covered with flowers and surrounded by merry people, when a messa^er had arrived with the w’ord that her little boy had suddenly been taken 111. She hurried home as fast as her big car could carry her and /low she was sitting here full of anxiety and despair. Over and over again, she asked her self if it could really be possible that she was about to lose her fair-haired little darling. Oh no, God could not be so cruel! The boy was her greatest, her only Joy! She realized that more than ever now, when she was in danger of losing him. She wondered if she had always thought so, and her whole past life came back to her mind. She saw herself as a happy, lively and spoiled girl, whose every wish was gratified. She saw herself surrounded by admirers and suitors, who flattered and envied her, but she never felt, not even for a short single moment, the real, true Joy which fills and takes possession of your heart and soul. No Love. Then the learned and famous Profes sor Bornemann was introduced in her parents’ home. He fell in love with the young, lively girl and she accepted him, though he was twenty years older than She. Did she love him then? No, unfortunately, not. Rich as she was, she decorated her home with every possible luxury and comfort and filled it with guests, balls and dinners in endless succession. For a time her husband let her do as ehe pleased, but one day he took both ben hands and looked earnestly into her eyes, while he said in his gentle voice: “Let us be done with all these empty pleasures, and let me see that I have a splendid little wife, who cares more for her husband and hef baby than for all the dances and dinners In the world.’’ At first she stared at him In sur prise, unable to understand him. Then she tore her hands away and answered angrily: “I do not see how you can make such a request. You are old and have en joyed all the pleasures of life, while I am young yet and have a right to en joy myself.’’ He looked at her sadly, then he turned away and left the room without another word. And since then her life had been one mad round of pleasures, while her husband and child were left to take care of themselves. And had she then found the happiness she sought? 4 No, not for a single minute. * * * The child in the bed moved again. “Mama,” the little feverish lipi? whis pered. She bent forward and stroked hix hot fbrehead with her cool hand. •‘Mama.” he moaned once more. Anxious Moments. She felt a cruel pain in her heart Had she done anything to deserve to be called Mama? She bent lower still and two big tears fell on the golden curls on the white pillow. The door opened. Her husband en tered, followed by the doctor. Her eyes sought his, which looked deep, deep into her soul. The doctor felt the boy’s pulse and shook his head gravely. “I can not say anything now. I shall return in an hour, when the crisis is due. Until then we have hope.” With a silent bow\ ho left the room. The professor had sat down on a chair on the opposite side of the bed. His gray eyes looked at the little figure In the bed with infinite tenderness. The young wife fell down on her knees at her son’s bedside. The boy tossed about restlessly, while the minutes dragged along slowly. In a quarter of an hour, then It was the same thought that filled the minds of husband and wife as they looked at each other across their little eon’s bed. Then both looked at the hands of the clock. The child was still restless and fever ish. Over and over again the mother stroked her boy’s forehead with her cool hand. Then she let It slide down on the silk cover and inch by inch it crept closer to a strong, manly hand, until she took courage and touched it. Their eyes met and a new sacred silent understanding was bom. * • * The clock struck 6. The boy was resting easily, his breathing regular and his cheeks lost their feverish color. The crisis was over. The child’s life was out of danger. The professor stood up, won’t over to the window, drew the curtains aside and opened it. Then he went back to the bed and kneeled down at his wife’s side. The fresh air filled the room—and then the sun rose. A HANDSOME WOMAN OF 40 WITH FINE HAIR I NSTEAD are you nearing a gray haired old age at Forty? The world’s most famous beauties reached the zenith in their 40s. But when a woman’s hair loses its beauty and be comes gray and straggling, be she 40 or less, the world looks upon her as an old woman. Robinnaire Hair Dye is not Intended to bleach or change the original color of the hair. It is to restore faded or gray hair to its original color, and make it soft, lustrous and beautiful again. It is a pure preparation from our own laboratory, guaranteed harm less. and no woman or man need hesi tate to UI6 it Thousands now are using it with best results, and during the quarter century we have sold it, never have we heard of an unsuccess ful treatment. Does not stain the scalp, and is not detected. Don’t make the sad mistake of pull ing out the white hairs, for very short ly they will come faster than you can pull them out. Instead use Robinnaire Hair Dye, and we premise that you < will be pleased with this marvelously successful restorative. Prepared for • light, medium and dark brown and black hair. Druggists and toilet goods departments, 75c; by parcel post. 83c. Send us the name of your drucjgist if he canhot supply you. and we will send you FREE samples of Robinnaire Face Powder and Cold Cream of Roses. Jacobs’ Pharmacy Co., Atlanta, Ga. When the Whistle Blows BY NELL BRINKLEY Copyright, 1918, International Newt Serflce. Advice to the Lovelorn Nell Brinkley Savs r U lift your eyes to the great clock In the white tower and see six o’clock marked with widespread hands. You hear the chimes and whistles clamoring over all the choked streets. Six o’clock! And the girls who smile all day long as steadily as any chorus girl Is bidden to do, who haul down enough yards of stuff In a day to tie a sash around this vain old world, who try debutante dancing-frocks on fat relics who’ve seen forty summer moons or more, who get down end less “middies” for lean little girls, whose too flat pay envelope Is some times the fortune of the family, all those Who need and earn a thicker pay envelope and electric fans, all these bits of womanhood who go to make up the brave army that work In shops pour out of the employes’ door and out under the clamor of “six by the clock.” The blonde hat model, In her sleazy, slippery, little black gown, the close-tailored girl who sells suits, with her crinkly hair and big black purse like a baby kit-bag, all there—and HAPPY! Have you noticed that? Aijd PRET TY! Have you noticed that? They have many good excuses not to be Mio first—hut they laugh and laugh—and you lionr little things like this: “He said to her—and she said to him.” “Isn’t that great?” and “What are you going to wear?” and “I had the time of my life!” And pretty—they’d have a heap of excuses not to lie that, too—what with trying to stretch a bill longer and greener than It is, and standing on their two feet all day long, and smiling long and sweet at grouches. But they are. Among them you find the trimmest girls In town. And some of their faces make a society belle’s wish It could go back to Heaven and get made all over again. Up-to-Date Jokes A little boy of four years of age, on noticing for the first time a lock of gray h?.ir on his father’s head, asked: “Papa, why are some of your hairs gray V Thinking to drive home a moral lesson, the father answered: “Papa has a new gray hair every time his little boy is naughty.” The child seemed lost in thought, but, after a pause, said gravely: “Then grandpa must have had aw ful naughty boys.” • * * The Minister’s Wife (to industrial scholar)—E*iza Jane, I’m sorry to hear from your school mistress you are not diligent at your needlework. You know .who it is finds work for idle hands to do? Eliza Jane (intensely anxious to propitiate)—Yes’m; please’m, you do. • • • It was after a junior league match, in which the home side lost eight goals to nil. The goalkeeper was naturally blamed for the disaster, and overhearing that things were being said about him, went straight to the captain and inquired: “Did you tell Bill that I was the worst goalkeeper in the village?” “No, I didn’t. I thought he knew,” was the reply. * * * Even doctors are not always liter al in their prescriptions. “You must take exercise," said the doctor to a patient. "The motor car in a case like yours gives the best exercise that ” “But I can’t afford a car, on insur ance pay,” the patient growled. "Don’t buy one; just dodge ’em!” said the doctor. * * • "What’s the matter, dear?” asked a woman of her troubled looking hus band. “Oh, I’m worried about the money market,” he testily responded. “And I’m bothered about the mar ket money,” quietly replied the wom an, as she counted the contents of her purse. * * • “Will you give me something to drink?” he asked faintly of the nurse. “Certainly.” said the nurse, offer ing him a glass of water. He put his hand feebly. % “Give it to me in a teaspoon, please,” he whispered, huskily, “until I get used to it.” * * * Hamlet had just been hit by a cold storage egg. Whereupon he turned gravely to his audience. “How truly spoke the good Mar- cellus,” quoth he. “Something is rot ten in the State of Denmark!” INDIGESTION? 8top It quickly: Have your grocer send you one do*, bottles of SHIVA R GINGER ALE Drink with meals, and if not prompt ly relieved, get your money back at our expense Wholesome. deli cious. refreshing Prepared with the celebrated Shlvar Mineral Water and the purest flavoring materials. 8HIVAR SPRING, Manufacturers SHELTON, 6. C. £. L. ADAMS CO«i Distributors. Atlanta, BEHIND CLOSED DOORS By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written (Copyright. 1913, by Anna Katharine . Green.) TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT. But this young man was not one to be easily daunted. “Do you wish me to make up an article out of surmises?” he inquired. “A young girl of this city has died in a carriage and the people have a right to know how. Shall I say by use of the knife »or ” “Scoundrel!” came from Dr. Moles- worth’s lips. “You deserve chastising, but I shall %'mply see that you do, wlmt you have probably never done before, tell the exact truth.” And, turning to the detective at his side, he exclaimed, “Note what I tell the fellow. If he al ters a word or Interposes one Item that Is not borne out by what he observes and hears here, I will see that he is dis charged from his place. I know what paper he is on, and 1 know the editor, and my threat is no idle one. Now let iim listen. This young lady, Mildred Farley by name, was engaged to marry me to-night. Being an orphan without friends—pardon me. Mrs. Olney, I should have said relatives, perhaps—and not being well, she thought a private mar riage at a hotel would be most suitable. I agreed with her and the arrangements were all made for the ceremony. But ;he was sieger than I supposed. The symptoms of fever which I had perceived in her this afternoon increased rapidl5 on my departure and when I returned, before the specified hour to marry her, I found she had tied, leaving an inco herent note behind, which so alarmed •ie that 1 went out at once, and jump ing Into my phaeton, drove up and down the streets searching for her. The End of It. “I did not find her, of course; and re membering an Important prescription I had promised to send a patient of mine, I dispatched my driver with it, and was taking my phaeton home myself, when I suddenly detected a woman seated on one of the steps in Twenty-second street whose appearance struck me as familiar. Though no believer in mira cles, I accepted this one without scru ple, and, jumping from my carriage, went up to her and soon saw that I was right in supposing I had found Miss Far ley. She was very ill, and did not know me. ‘I am sleepy,’ she said, and dropped her head on my shoulder as I lifted her up. At the same moment I heard the sound of breaking glass, as if a small vial had slipped to the Hdewalk and been shivered, while a pungent odor arose to my nostrils so suggestive of the poison known as prussic acid that I felt greatly alarmed, and hastily car rying her to my phaeton I put her in and drove as fast as I could toward home. But soon her increasing pallor and general condition convinced Yne that death was near, and I stopped at the drug store on the corner of Nineteenth street, and. leaving her in the phaeton, ran in and asked one of the clerks to assist me in bringing her into the store. He consented, and we went back to the phaeton, but only to find that I was too late. She had died in my absence.” “HogaflElel” burst from the landlady's lips, and even the callous porter looked shocked and a trifle ashamed. “Where she got the poison,” continued the doctor, “remains to be found out. Perhaps she bought it after leaving the hotel; perhaps she had had it with her there as a medicine. If so, she may have taken an overdose without be ing conscious of her danger. I only know I was her physician and had never prescribed it for her, nor did I know she suffered from any ailment that re quired such a tonic.” "And is that all? Will you tell me nothing more?” “You have a very good article.” re marked the doctor, dryly: “Leave some thing for the future.” And the reporter had to he con tent, and the detectives, too. The reporter gone. Dr. Molesworth turned again toward Mr. Gryce “And who are you?” he asked. “I was going to say I didn’t know,” answered the seemingly trembling old man. ”1 am in pain and want to get home. Will one of you help me down the steps?” "In pain I” repeated the doctor, who was not by any means a hard-hearted man. “Yes, rheumatism In the stomach, I think. I came for some opium, but I won’t wait any longer. They will wor ry about me at home. Besides, I feel a bit better now.’’ His manner was so natural, his look so in accordance with the character he had assumed, that Dr. Molesworth suspect ed nothing and kindly held out his arm. Rut he found the alleged detective had forestalled him. “Let me do this business." he entreat ed, with a great show of good-nature and respect. “I have nothing else to do and am used to old men.” And, nod ding graciously to his superior, he led him carefully out, whispering as soon as the lintel of the door had hidden them from view. "What orders? Dou kou smell anything wrong here?” “Watch," was the quiet but emphatic command. “Note everything, even to the lifting of an eyelid, but say nothing and do not seem to watch." Then as they reached the front door, “Don’t be hurt if I send some one else here. They know your character too well." And with this the elder man went out with a slow and hobbling step. The pain and distress of that evening ?ad not been altogether assumed. Some Points. 1. GRYCE had only a look to go upon, but It was a look that spoke volumes. When a man shrinks from the eye of a detective, he has something to conceal, and when that something Is connected with the death of a young girl by poison, it be hooves an officer of the law to follow that man till he finds out what that something is. It was therefore with some Interest that he received in the early morning a summons from the gentleman who held the office of Coroner at this time, o come down to his office and have a talk with him concerning this case of Mildred Farley; nor was it long before he presented himself at the place desig- ! nated. He found the Coroner alone and 1 the following conversation ensued: “Well; Gryce,” said the latter, “I have just come from the house where you played the part of a sick patient so suc cessfully last night. May I ask how you chanced to be so prompt on the scene of action? Do you scent out mys terious cases or had you any knowledge vhich led you to that especial spot just at the moment when your presence was possibly most required?" “Both,” was the good-natured reply. “Something which I call curiosity, but which 1 am fain now to consider in stinct, made me an intruder in Dr. Molesworth’s home last night. But I ;ad a bit of knowledge to start with that roused his curiosity, and it is of i is I want to speak, if you think the subject worthy of discussion or Dr. Molesworth anything but what he seems, a good, honest and reliable man.” “I think,” returned the Coroner, slow- ly, “any subject of this kind worthy of discussion; and as for Dr. Molesworth, he stands high, but so do a great many others whose testimony we are called upon to question every day of our lives. You need not stop on his account if you have seen or discovered anything which contradicts his story/’ "What is his story?’’ “Didn’t you hear it? I understood ‘hat he told all he had to tell in your presence.” "He told two stories.” “How two?" "One with his Ups, another with his face; that’s what makes me doubt him.” “You do doubt him, then?’’ Gryce’s Story. Mr. Gryce tapped the table before him with an abstracted air, murmured some unintelligible words and looked as if he thought he had replied. “Come," cried the other, "your rea sons? You usually have good ones.” "Yes," assented Mr. Gryce, “I usually haee, but in this case it would be hard for me tc tell you Just what they are I feel That there is something back of this afTair which we do not see, but I am not ready as yet to go any further or even express any suspicions—say that I have any. The facts which I have been able to glean in the short space of time we have had are meager, but interesting. Perhaps you can add to them; if so, our conference may lead to something. This is what I know.” And he related first what Dr. Moles worth had to say about the matter the evening before. When he had finished, he asked, “Does this story agree with what he told you this morning?” "Exactly.” "Very good. So much for so much Now for the side lights. I saw the girl myself yesterday afternoon.” “You?” “Yes; I saw her, but I did not speak to her. nor did I recognize her for the person she' was. Indeed, I took her for another woman whom she greatly re sembled. It was at the C—*— Hotel." “Ah!” “I need not enter Into any further par ticulars about this circumstance, as it does not concern the affair before us, which stands quite apart by itself. Enough that for reasons of my own I played the spy on this young woman and saw her when she thought herself alone, In the privacy of her Own apart ment. This was some time after noon and the great fact which I wish to bring befora you is this, that she was then to all appearance (and my eye is accustomed to read countenances) per fectly happy and had not in face or bearing the least trace of sickness.” “That is a point, certainly.’’ “Note it, and then add to It this, that being still under the error of which I have spoken, I went hack to the hotel some three or four hours later, and wishing to confirm a former suspicion, sought my vantage spot again, and in conjunction with another witness whose testimony you will not need, looked in upon this Miss Farley again, when I perceived that a great change had passed over her. But it was not that of sickness. From happiness she had de scended to misery, and in her pallor and wild, unrestrained attitudes I could de tect-the expression of despair, hut none of bodily suffering or mental disorder. “Now, what had occasioned this change in her in a space of time so short? I think I can answer that It was an interview with Dr. MoleRworth. For, according to his own story and that of the hotel clerk, he was with her for a half hour or so in the afternoon; and though upon going out he told the hotel clerk he was coming back in the evening to many her, something in his determination or in what had taken place at their interview had destroyed In her every vestige of hope and happi ness For it was anything but an ex pectant bride whom I saw after this visit, as it had been anything but an anxious woman whom I had seen be fore it. “So! so!’’ To Be Continued To-morrow. Do You Know— The Italian Postmaster General has been instrumental in raising the mar riage ban placed on telephone girls in Italy. As a result he has been in vited to act as best man at 300 unions. The violoncello by Giovanni Gran- cino used throughout all his tours by the late Auguste VanBienne In "The Broken Melody” has just been sold in a London auction room for $600. There is a record of a Chinese state banquet lasting seventeen hours. By BEATRICE FAIRFAX LEAVE THAT TO HER. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty-one and in love with a girl of nineteen, and she loves me. Another man, who is much older, in trying to win her love, but she doesn’t care for him. At present I am not settled, and it may take about three years before I ran marry, while the other man can support her quite nicely. Have I the right to ask her to wait? 8. J. She loves you. She doesn’t love the other man. If she Is worthy of a good man’s love she will wait In definitely for him in preference to marrying a man she does not care for. Give her the right to decide, and see that you don’t make her time of waiting too long. SHE IS IN THE WRONG. Dear Miss Fairfax: I have been keeping company with a young lady for the last seven months. About a week ago I escorted her to a dance where she met some of her old gentle men friends, who received her at tention all the evening. When the time came to go home I asked her to go home with me, but she refused, saying she could go home with others. I then left her. Did I do proper In leaving her? Who should apologize? RICHARD. She refused to let you escort her home though you had taken her there. Under the circumstances there was nothing for you to do but leave her. You owe her no apology. KEEPING EVERLASTINGLY AT IT Dear Miss Fairfax: I am nineteen, and dearly in love with a girl two years my junior, whom I have known for the past seven years. Some time ago she met a young man at a wedding, and has since been devoting all of her attention to him. I love her dearly and would ask you how I can win her love again. F. B. T. Your seven years’ devotion merits better returns. Be devoted and per sistent, and if this fails changd* your tactics to indifference. The appear ance of your rival stirred you. Has it occurred to you that if she found she had a rival it might renew ‘■her interests? YOU WERE RIGHT. 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