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4 INjL August Days at the Seashore Copyright, 1913, by International News Service. By Nell Brinkley i 3 When Love Is Faithless J J B Y DOROTHY DIX. Bv WILLIAM F. KIRK. T HE Slater* of Song calm up to the house ngp**nn last nite. Wen they calm In the front door Pa got kind of p&le, like a man wlch Is aee-slck, but he tried to be nice to them beekaus thay are Ma s trends. Oh, thare is that darling husband of yures sed Missus Jenkins. She was a awful fat, hoamly woman, & I doant think she was vary yung, but she kep all the time giggling. Dear me, she sed to Ma, I wish I cud have a husband like that, a deer, noabel man that Is all the time rite ware you know ware he Is. I newer know ware my husband Is wen he goes out, she aed. Lots Like That. I know lots of husbands like that, sed Pa. Thare wlfes newer know ware they are wen thay go out. & thay newer know ware thay are at wen thay stay hoam with thare wlfes. Well, gurls, I suppoas you calm oaver tonlte to spill a few new songs. Go on & warble, lit - tel wrens. Pa sed. I am going out In the library & reed sumthlng about the Dark Ages. Oh, bless yure deer hart, sed Missus Jenkins, you need not leeve us alone. We wud rather you & yuro d-eer 1111el son stayed rite here with us, beekaus I have rote a new luv song wlch our club Is going to print next month. I am going to sing It now. sed Missus Jenkins. & If you will turn oaver the leeves of muslck I will git a chanet to sing It rite at you. Then Pa looked eeven paler than beefoar, A It took him quite a while to git up, but he went oaver to the piano & turned the muslck for Misses Jenkins. I took down all the words, I though thay was awful poor & so did Pa, this Is tho words: The shade* of nite is softly falling, O’er you, luv, <f me, luv. It almost tnaiks me feel like bawling To think our lives must be apart, Deer hart. To think our lives must be apart. The daybrake rums, but brings moar sorrow. To you, luv, <f me, luv, I only fecr another morrow With you across the way from me, It should not be That you're across the way from me! Missus Jenkins sang the first part ! of the song kind of loud so all of us | cud heer plain, but she sang the last j line low & soft A looked at Pa so ( tender that for a minnit she looked al- j most pritty. These delightfully warm, sunshiny days find Tvbee, Cumberland Island and Atlantic Beach full of pleasure-hungry folk who are relishing the sea tang that fills the air at these famous seaside resorts. Soon vacation days will be over and the Harrvs and Richards and Melvins will be hurrying back to the ledger and the other office work, while the Pollvs and Ruths and Ethels will be baek under the home roof with father and mother and the rest of the family, planning theater parties and dances and motor trips, whieh are to fill in the time of the Indian summer and fall months before the regular winter social season swings into line. Meantime, the ocean is warm and inviting and these mermaids and mere men rollick in the breakers from morn till night. RRH1VI1 PT nrtADC By a nna KATHARINE green X3 II, 11 X. i N1 x—' V x ^ Vy wD XU/ 1—s \^J W V—f I\-W One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written Some Song 1 That is sum song sed Pa. You slug It with grale feeling. How did it ever happen that we got so far apart on life’s way? sed Pa. I doant like that number vary well, deer, sed Ma to Missus Jenkins. It Is \ butlful in its wording, Ma sed, but j thare is no use of a woman feeling bad jes beekaus she can't be fortunate enuff to marry a noabel man like my husband Then all of the Bisters of Song sed at onst: We wuddent marry yure hus band if he was tho last man in this wurld. A then thay all went hoam. A sign of politeness in Tibet on meeting a person is to hold up the clasped hand and stick out the tongue. People of melancholy temperament rarely have clear blue eyes. Frogs and toads are gifted with a remarkably acute sense of hearing. Oriental physicians have practiced vaccination for over a thousand years. Bubbles made of filtered Castile Foapsyds and glycerin will last for days. As many as 4,000 dates have been gathered from a single palm. There are 3,000 English words that are not found in moat dictionaries. It has been estimated that steamers are 20 per cent safer than sailing ves sels. Owing to the cold, dry atmosphere not a single infectious disease Is known in Greenland. (Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine Green.) TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Meanwhile. Mr. Gryce was smiling on a girl who had Just come into the kitchen. "And who do you think It was?" he asked. "I don’t know, sir,” was the reply, with a half fearful look over her shoulder. "Nobody knows. Borne of us suspect It was nothing else than the— If any one should die ” "Now howld yer whist,” broke In Peter. "Do yea moind me, it was a woman’s scream, and a woman in a mighty state o’ fear. But what there was to put fear into the heart of any one that night It isn’t in me power to tell.” And so on for five minutes more, while Mr. Gryce was asking himself what this scream, say It had been ut tered by Mildred Farley, signified, and whether It pointed to the minute of her deuth or was occasioned by some fatal discovery which led her to future violence and self-destruction. That It was more the cry of fear than agony his own memory told him; death at that time and and In the bride's apart ment were facts that could scarcely have been hidden, and that for her to have taken the dose of poison in the house at all raised the question of how she could have come some time later under the protection of Dr. Molesworth and been carried by him through the streets about Madison Square to the drug store and thence to her home. No, Mildred Farley had not perished in this house, unless—his very thoughts paused, his eye had fallen again upon the gravel walk that ran by that very piazza against the railing of which she had leaned, living or dead. There had been gravel under the shoe of Dr. Molesworth’s horse. Was the mystery deeper than he supposed, and had I»r. Molesworth also been a visitor in this THE STATE NORMAL SCHOOL, ATHENS, GA. Named by a United States Commissioner of Education as being among the best fitted State Normal Schools In the United States. Fifty six officers and teachers, ten buildings, eighteen departments of Instruction, full certifi cate courses in Psychology, Pedagogy, English. Expression, Oratory, Mathe matics, Science. History. Latin. German, Greek, French, Spanish, Correspond ence. The Home Life courses are among the strongest in the South. Domes tic Arts and Sciences. Manual Arts. Agriculture. Gardening. Home Nursing, Physical Culture, Vocal and Instrumental Music. 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But what had his purpose been? To save Mildred Farley or to destroy her? Manifestly it was not to save her, or why had he lied about the place where he had found her and the way in which the bottle had been broken on the side walk In Twenty-second street? Book at It whichever way the detective would, reason and experience still point ed toward the doctor as the possible author of her death. And so the affair was still full of mysteries, and he felt as if he had but crossed the threshold of his discoveries His last effort before leaving the kitchen was to determine the location of the back stairs. He found them situ ated in the most favorable manner for such a secret and unobserved departure as this young girl had taken. For, ow ing to the fact that they descended Immediately Into a hall opening upon the driveway which ran about the house, it followed that upon such a night as this, when every one was busy, and the kitchen door communicating with this hall was in all probability closed or blocked up with strangers, she might slide down the stairs and so regain the street without any one noting her presence or detecting her departure. More than this, she could, If she so wished, have stepped upon the piazza, and not knowing its condition, sat down in one corner to wait—what for? Why —for the doctor, perhaps. She had writ ten him a note and why not in that note have told him where he could find her. There was no evidence yet forth coming which made any of this impos sible. Two Duties. To determine then without all perad- venture whether Molesworth’s phaeton drove up to this house on that night or not, and then to ascertain the cause and meaning of Mrs. Cameron's silence In regard to her connection with this girl, became his two first leading duties. The immediate manner in which he set about fulfilling them, showed that his youth ful vigor had not yet entirely deserted hitn. Bidding farewell to his friends in the kitchen, he passed out of the back door and round the house. The next minute the front door bell rang, and Jean, the butler, upon opening that door, was as tounded at seeing before him the sol emn and unmoved countenance of his late visitor, who, looking at him as If he had never seen him before, asked if Mrs. Gretorex was In, and being assured she was by the dumfounded servant, stepped In and took his seat in the par lor as if he had never crossed the thres hold of a kitchen in his life. "He want to see Mrs. Gretorex? 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"Shura I don’t know,” returned Pe ter, laying a sly finger against his nose, "but what I do know is this, I’ve busi ness in the front hall and it won’t kape a minute; so good day to ye.” And he was oft before Jean’s slower wits ft»ok in the situation. Mr. Gryce was laboring under Mrs. Gretorex’s displeasure and he knew it. His first words, therefore, were uttered with that simple dignity which always Inspires respect. “You have consented to see me,” was lis opening remark. "You are very kind, for I feel that you have some rea son not only to distrust my good Judg ment, but the fairness of my conduct. Vet I but made a mistake which nine men out of ten would have made In my place. I was going to say ten men, but I do not wish to appear egotistical.” His smile was honest, his bearing re spectful yet not subservient, his tone | .11 that could be desired. But Mrs. Gretorex’s pride was not easily subdued. She looked at him with cold severity, and observed In anything but a gracious tone: "I do not understand to what you allude. I know of no mistake you made except that of taking Dr. Cameron into your confidence against my express wishes.” "Then he has not explained to you the meaning of our conduct that night?” ”1 did not require it” Mr. Gryce allowed a faint expression of surprise to escape him. "You could not have known how in teresting the subject was.” he remarked. Then before she coi^d speak, asked im pressively. "Did >ou know that Miss Gretorex had a double in town that night?" “A double?" "Some one who looked like her--looked like her so much that even her best friend was deceived? I allude to Dr. Cameron.” The perplexity of Mrs. Gretorex was unmistakable. "I have no Idea what you mean,” she declared, “and *1 can not believe in any | such likeness. Mrs. Cameron s expres sion is not a common one.” "So much the more excuse for me,” he suggested. “I thought I was com pletely Justified in giving to this per- ■ EM rU A CCS4AGI central purpose for 120 years has been I PE Unrt I# I OUnUJL 3 t0 mak * Men cf B oys. Asheville climate world renowned. Organization Military. Two details from U. S. Army al lowed to N. C The A A M. College has one. Qfngham the other. Target and Gallery practice, with latest U. S. Army Rifles. Lake for Swimming. Sum mer Camp during July and August. Tuition tuid Board $150 par Half Term. $300 a year. Address Col. R. Bingham, Box 6, Asheville, N. C, son the name of your daughter, es pecially as she wore a dress not un like that in which Miss Gretorex was said to have disappeared.” Incredulity, mixed with a little anx iety, still held its own in the expres sion of Mrs. Gretorex’s face. “Still I do not understand you. Where was this person, and who did she turn out to be? You excite my curiosity, Mr. Gryce.” The detective glanced at the door and slightly changed his seat. “Some things are best discussed In private,” he suggested. "I thought I heard a step In the hall.” She arose and led the way into the li brary. “Say what you have to say,” she ex claimed. “Who was the lady? I am eager to hear.” He took a position which enabled him to watch her face. “Her name you must already .know,” said he. “It has been in the papers enough lately. Mildred Farley, the girl who died of poison that same night.” “Farley?” trembled slowly from her lips. "Farley?” “I thought the name would have a familiar sound,” he murmured, noting carefully her look of startled amaze ment. But she instantly disclaimed this as sumption with calm composure. "You mistake,” she assured him. "I know nobody of that name. Why should you think I did?” "Because she visited your house so often, was so well known to your daugh ter, and wag, if I do not greatly mistake, in this very building and in Miss Gret orex’s room the evening Miss Gretorex was married and she herself met her fearful doom.” It was all news, and, as it seemed, un welcome and astounding news, to the lady before him. She forgot his pres ence and her own reserve and spoke as if he had not been in the room. "A person by the name of Farley.” she repeated, “known to Genevieve and like her enough to be called her dou ble. What does it mean?” He watched her. and made no an swer. All the detective was alert in him. “I believe you said she died.” Mrs. Gretorex suddenly cried, arousing as if out of a dream. “Is it the same girl that was picked up from the sidewalk by somebody and carried away in a gig 0 ” Not Seen. “The same, madam. A young dress maker, you remember, who was to have been married that same night. But she preferred to assist your daughter at her wedding to taking part in one herself.” Mrs. Gretorex looked at him with wide open eyes, from which all the haughti ness had fled. “You seem to know a great deal about Mrs. Cameron.” she asserted; “more than her mother does or her best friends. I was not aware that any one was here to assist my daughter—least of all a person who bore her looks and answered to the name of Farley. And yet. it was a circumstance that would not be likely to escape attention. Some of the servants must have seen her, if I did not. But none of them have spoken of it.” "They were too accustomed to her vis its here.” "Too accustomed " "And then they did not see her face. She was always veiled.” “Do you mean," she demanded, "that the person who brought home my daughter’s dresses an<X whom my daugh ter received when she would see no one else, was a Far—was this girl who you say died on her wedding night so sud denly and mysteriously?” “I do. It has not been made public, nor am I sure that Mrs. Cameron her self knows of this identity. But certain evidences difficult to explain under any any other theory, make it a positive fact j to me. It is my reason for being here; ic cause of our present conversation. 1 want to discover the truth about this girl.” Did Mrs. Gretorex suddenly change color, or was it only his imagination that made him think so? She was a dignified worldly-wise woman, whom it would have taken much to shake out of her social calm. Was this much hidden In his words and had it disturbed her equanimity? He could not tell. A Common Affair. "That is very natural,” she conceded, with a slight change of position. "In your profession such Inquiries become duties; but I do not think you can find >ut much about her here.” "Certainly not, if you never met her nor spoke to her; and I believe you as sured me you never bad.” "Never, sir.” There was truth in her accents, as well as much hauteur; he found himself obliged to shift his ground. "Then,” said he, “I have only to bid you good day. And yet”—he added, “there Is one thing you can do for me and the cause of law and justice which I represent. Miss Farley, If here that night, went directly to your daughter’s room. She wore a brown veil, ami if as resumably happened, she took off that veil, there is reason to believe she left it behind her. For when the body was brought home to her boarding place, this article of apparel was not only missing, but another veil of different color and apparently quite new, was found clinging to her garments. Now If in the arrangement of the room after your daughter’s departure a brown veil was found, there is provided one other small link toward making our chain of evidence complete. "A brown veil Is a very common af fair; my daughter may have had a dozen for aught I know.” "Lying loose about the room?” "How can I tell!” "And you can not accommodate me?” "Oh, I can not refuse you a look at the room. It is just as my daughter left It,” she declared somewhat bitterly. “She has not found leisure to attend to it, and l certainly was not going to arrange and dispose of her effects without her assist ance. But you speak of a chain of evidence. Evidence of what and evid ence against whom? It is^ surely not indiscreet for me to inquire.” To 3e Continued To-morrow. A YOUNG girl who has loved not wisely but too well, and who has been cast aside like a broken plaything by the man who has done her so terrible a wrong, asks me what she should do under the tragical circumstances. My answer is, forget it all. Fut the past behind you, and refuse even to let your thoughts enter the door that you have locked upon your dark secret. Never let a word concern ing what has happened pass your lips to anybody, but climb back into the straight and narrow path off of which you have taken a single step, and let your bitter experience be a lamp to guide your feet in the future. Above all have nothing to do with the unprincipled scoundrel who has taken such a shameful advantage of your youth and Innocence and ig norance. Do not humiliate yourself by beseeching him to come back to you, or entreat him to marry you. He will not do It, and If he did do it, it would bring you nothing but life long misery. Such a man Is a brute. He Is lacking alike in heart and hon or, and all considerations for a wom an, and he would use his knowledge of the Indiscretion into which he lured you to torture you as long as you live. One Fatal Error. It is a terrible thing—a thing so piteous that it must make the very angels weep, for a girl to have wrecked her life when she la only 17 years old, but the only thing that she can do that really helps is to gather up the fragments in silencp and as secretly as possible. Under such circumstances there are parents who sometimes force a man to marry the girl, to do what they call "right the wrong he has done her.” This is a fatal mistake. It only makes a bad matter worse, and dooms the girl to certain misery, as it puts her completely in the power of the dastard who has already shown how little regard he has for her hap piness and honor. Sometimes the girl wreaks a bloody reprisal on the man who betrayed her, but what a price she pavg foi that one mad minute of satisfied ven geance! The horrors of a murder trial, even when a sentimental Jury acquits a woman, are not to be told. They belong to the inferno, and the soul that passes through it comes out maimed and seared beyond all power of healing. The woman whose hands are stained with blood is a creature apart, a thing accursed, one who goes shuddering through the world and from whom all other wom en draw away their skirts as from a leper. The woman who kills to avenge her wrong kills also her every chance of ever being happy. Sometimes the woman takes her wrongs into the court and seeks to soothe the hurt of her honor feels with money. It takes a woman of coarse fiber to do this and to blazon her shame to the public for the sake of a few dollars. There aro many times when money comes too dearly, and this is one. One would think that every penny so gained would blister the fingers of her who touched it. The Dilemma. Of course, no punishment that hu man ingenuity can devise is adequate for the man who wins a young girl’s heart and then takes advantage of her trusting affection to lead her Into wrongdoing. He knows, as she can not, the enormity and significance of the step he beguiles her into taking, and in what bitter tears and repent ance the pimrose path along which he lures her must end for her. To strip him of his money is no thing. Killing is too good for him. He deserves a dog’s death, but the - . -'-v, , - i * Air-Float Talcum Powder—bora- * ted, perfumed—guaranteed pure. I TALCUM PUFF COMPANY f llaen and Dana factor*™, Bnah Terminal Mdga, * BROOKLYN, NEW YORK i hb.: Talcum Powder\ E A Frank Talk on Typewriters The L. C. Smith & Bros, ball bearing typewriter Somehow, the impression has gained gronnd that there isn’t much difference between the various makes of typewriters ou the market. You may think the same thing. It would take a good, SOUND, LOGICAL argument to convince you that all typewriters do not have the same efficiency and that a stenographer cannot secure the same results on every ma chine. 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After all, the only things that are absolutely known about our private affairs is what we tell ourselves. Probably there Is never a scandal about any one that the person didn t start himnelf or herself. It’s the thing we confide to our dearest friends that comes back to haunt us, and hence any secret that we shut our teeth upon is reasonably safe. Fortunately, In this enlightened age a woman is not bound down for ever by the mistake £*he made in her past. She has her present full of opportunity, and her future overflow, ing with hope. She can fill her life w4th work, with kindneas and service to others and win for herself a high and honorabe place In the community and be esteemed and admired in so ciety. To this girl, who so far has kept the secret of her one false step, I say loe-ep it still until it is locked in the silence of the grave. Confession Is a •weakness and a temptation in cases where it can do no possible good and no reparation to another is to be made. Let the dead past bury its dead, and do you go forward and live a life so pure and white, and so fragrant with good deeds, that the recording angel will drop a tear upon your one poor little sin and blot it out. f "Queer thing about my wife. When we have an argument she never wants the last word. “Why, how’s that?” “She always gives it to me.” A long-suffering husband passed into the great beyond and found peace. His wife promptly erected a tombstone with the inscription: "Rest In peace until I Join you.” Masher (entering a restaurant hur riedly)—Aw, say, can a man get a dwink here? Waiter (dryty)—Yes, fetch your man in. 4‘ i »• i V