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ft; Choosing a Hat and a Husband
Copyright, 1913, by International News
Service
INIL
By NELL BRINKLEY
One Woman’s Story .
By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER
Nell Brinkley Says
CHAPTER XXIII
I N' after yearn. Mary Panfortli looked
back at the momenta during which
she waited at her door while Her
bert Fletcher came upstairs toward her
H8 a crisis in her life. It was as If she
stood at a point where she turned her
back upon her youth, her fancies, her
hopes, and deliberately fHced a grim
something of which she knew nothing,
in which lurked a duty she could not
escape a duty to her mother. Yet
l»ack of the thought of her mother there
was another impulse, one that drove
her on to take blindly a step which
she would not pause to coimdder. That
impulse was borr of wounded pride nnd
of heartache such as she had never be
fore felt, and which even now she would
not unalyze And as Hhe stood, swayed
by these 'emotions, she heard Hert
Fletcher's heavy footfalls coming slowly
Into her life.
Wonderful Forces.
Conventionality and self control are
wonderful forces They enabled this
fragile girl to face her caller calmly as
he reached the top stair and turned to
ward her. He did not take off his hat
until he had shaken hands with her.
•'Why, good evening. Miss Danforth!”
he said, holding out his large hand and
it rasping her slender Angers In a grip
that almost made her wince.
“Good evening,” she returned in well-
modulated tones “Come right in, won’t
you? Will you hang your coat and hat
there on the rack?"
He had removed his hat as he came
into the apartment, and now wriggled
out of a tan overcoat, evidently entirely
new as Mary noticed. She also ob
served that his vivid tie had never been
worn before His light suit made his
large figure appear more rotund than
usual, and. as lie talked, he pulled off
NERVOUS
PROSTRATION
Sefere Case of a Philadelphia
Woman—Her Symptoms.
Philadelphia. Pa —“I had a sever#
cate of nervoua proatratton. with
palpitation of thi
heart, constipa
tion, headache*
dlsalnes- nols*
In my ears tim
id, nervous, rest
less feelings and
sleeplessness
T read In th«
paper where a
young woman
had been cured
of the same
troubles by tak
ing Lydia E
Pink hams Vegetable Compound, so 1
threw away the medicines the doctoi
left me and began taking the Com
pound Before 1 had taken half a
bottle I was able to i*lt up and 1 n a
abort time 1 was able to do a>! my
work Your medicine has proved
Itself able to do all you sey It will end
1 have recommended it In everv
household 1 have vlaited.”—Mrs Mar\
Johnston. 210 Siegel Street. Philadel
phia, Pa
Anethar Bad Case
Ephrata. Pa -“About a year ago I
was down with nervoua prostration,
i was paie and weak and would have
hysteric speL«. wU*k headaches and a
bad pain under my shoulder-blade 1
was under the care of different doc
tors. but d'd not Improve I was so
weak I could hardiv stand long
enough to do mv dishes
“Lydia E Pinkfiam « Vegetab’e
Compound has mnde me well and
h»np\ and I have begin to gHln :n
weight and my face looks healthy
now-."—Mrs .1 W. Hornberger R N©
II. Ephrata. P*
If you want special advice write to
Lvd a E. Pinkham Medicine Co (con
fidential), Lynn. Maas. Your letter
w It be opened rexd and answered
• nan ••id nc.d in strict confk
a pair of yellow gloves Mary remem
bered suddenly that Howells had sa d
that Silas Lap'ram's l ands in cvenli g
gloves loked like hams. She also re
membered that her calit-r had probably
never heard of Howells, or of any au
thors with whom she was familiar.
What could he and she talk about this
evening? What w'ocbl they have in
common? Anri as she asked herself
this question, slit? was observing every
detail ot this man's flashy person, his
' rather oily auburn hair, the heavy mus-
• tache several shades darker than his
• r. his small gray «y< • pink-and*
i white complex.on ami full, sensuous
bps. Yet, ‘some g.rls would consider
him handsome. . 1 «■ had u kind fair,
j and she wanted some one to be kind
to her.
i “Sit down, won't you'"' she said.
I She trir d not to notice that lie
j dropped into a chair without waiting
l until she herself was seated. What
‘ did such trifles matter?
! “I got your telegram just after I
! reached home,'' Fletcher said, “and I
came as soon as I'd my supper. It was
| good of you to let mo come to-night
| after all. I was awfully disappointed
i when I got that telephone message
j down at the office saying 1 couldn't call,
i so your telegram was real chairing."
, “I found out that 1 would be dlsen-
[ gaged this evening.” she explained, her
' eyes cast down. “I got to thinking
j as 1 came uptown of u matter that
! might take time to-night, but when I
got home 1 found a message that al
tered my plans, so I cl anged my mind
l and seni you word that you could
iconic. To change "one's mind Is wo*
1 man's prerogative, you know.” She
laughed, and the listerervdld not de-
j tect any artificiality In the sound.
“Well. I was real glad to come,"
he said. "I don't call on ladies often,
for I'm'not a ladies' man My work
takes me oul-of doors a lot. and I’m
tired when night comes."
He was launched upon that most
i interesting of all topics to any nmn
I himself and the girl had but to
I listen. She learned from the mono-
' logue that her caller had been born
and reared In New York, that his
father was dead and that he lived with
his mother In an apartment near Lex
ington avenue, also thnt the business
he was in was doing well, and that his
“pay was on the increase "
“Mother has a little money of her
"wn." he said, "but 1 pay half her
j rent and my own hoard. She don’t ac
tually need help from me, but I feel
better to give her a lift She's been
.i good mother, and men were made to
be nice to women. I guess ”
Drew Off the Trinket.
Yes. he had a kind heart. Mary
mused again. Suppose he did lack
polish 0 Men with exquisite manners
were not always to be trusted Think
ing this, she lifted to her caller eyes ,
full of sadness that he found himself '
asking her if she was unhappy, anti, I
in spite of her former interdict, tell- |
ing her once more that he loved her.
Hut this time, although she grew very
pale, she did not forbid him to mention
the mailer to her again
it was 10 o'clock when Mary Han- j
. forth's taller reluctantly left her. and ;
1 she went at once to the room in which
! she knew her mother la> . still awake, j
! She did not turn up the light as she !
bent over the anxious woman and kissed |
• her good night
"I have a little writing to do before I
1 go to bed, mother.’’ she said 'S<> 1
w ill tell you got*d uight now Try to I
go to sleep, dear.”
"Hid you have a pleasant call from
Mr Fletcher?" the widow asked.
The girl pretended not to hear the :
question as she busied herself tucking *
in the covers shout the elderly wo I
i man s thin shoulders
"Go to sleep, mother,” she said gent- j
l.\ "1 must no* stop to talk now. or
I will not g**t to Lfd an soon as I want |
to."
Fifteen minutes later, seated at her i
desk, she signed l er name to the note •
she had just written
My deui Gordon." it ran. "allow me!
’•> congratulate you on the news Just;
r**«-elved. Since you have told me of 1
> ">tr happiness. 1 think it only fair!
hat I should tell you of my own en- I
gagement. 1 expect to be married j
ti three months Sincerely vours. Marv
I >anforth "
H e writer untastened the chain from
1 er neck and drew off the silver trinket .
bearing her own and Gordon Craig's
initials. For a long moment she gazed I
at it and pressed it passionately to her J
bps The kiss left a faint hiur over i
Craig's initials hut this lasted for only I
nr. it stant Then Mary laid the coin
b< iween the folds of her letter which
w 'he enveloped sealed, and addressed to
• Gordon Craig in San Antonio. "* *xas
f ' ■'Iliairon tin* mossy-carpeted, scented temple, where
li.ils are lifted tenderly and deftly on and off fair
heads and dark, I strolled, the gentle cynic beside me,
with one blight eye open for tin Autumn hat for me, myself.
All about the outer edges of the temple glass cases rose,
filled with van-colored chapeaux on their slender stands,
like so many bright storks standing on one leg. Out in the
green open of the temple two-faced mirrors stood about,
each with a tiny gilt and mahogany chair before it.
Tall women, slender as race horses; short ones, round
and plump as partiidges. all clad in trailing, ankle-binding
black, insinuated themselves softly about, carrying melting-
ly perfect little hats on three lingers, their faces spread with
the expression of a slave bearing his master’s pet jewel in his
hand. We walked slowly and at last stood still behind a
little beauty of a woman who twisted and turned on a ma
hogany and gilt chair under countless hats that were low
ered to and lifted in a swift succession from her head.
Oh, la; such a weighty matter was this! Here was good,
honest labor and thought spent recklessly! The race-horse
saleslady in black charmeuse searched and worked desper
ately and absorbedly. The girl on the chair, brown-eyed,
gold-haired, sought out her image in the mirror under a
myriad of hats and endless angles Old Time trod swiftly
by. and at last—at last, the little lady rose hastily.
“I must,” she said, ‘‘I must think it over. I like this
little blue one, but 1 must go home and think it over!”
There was smiling and bowing, and the lady of the startling
brown and gold face-coloring was gone.
The gentle cynic turned and smiled wryly.
‘'Look at that, pray, mademoiselle! That reminds tne,
because it is so different, of the fashion in which that same
careful little lady will go out and take unto herself a hus
band! Of course, sometimes a woman walks out of a temple
of millinery with a fright on her head, just as she leaves the
church door, with a fright by her side. But in the first mis
take it isn’t because she didn’t spend time and gray matter
on it!
*
‘‘See, now, this little lady. She worked like a little tow-
head, using time, patience, all her brain, her judgment, her
artistic sensibilities. She didn 't step at one. She tried two
dozen on the top of her gilt head. And now—she has gone
home to ‘think it over.’
‘‘How will it be "when she takes a mate? He will prob
ably pick up her wisp of a handkerchief on the train between
Atlanta and New York, they will look once into each'other’s
eyes and the next day there will be a wedding and their
pictures in the paper. She’ll never know if he’s becoming to
her style of disposition until after she has him. She’d never
in a thousand years walk out with the first hat that rav
ished her eye. She goes home to ‘think it over.’ But she
walks off with the first man who touches her heart. And it’s
after that she ‘thinks it over.’
‘‘Tell me why that is—when the hat may be chucked
into the yesterdays when this short season is over—and a
husband lasts forever?”
So I have made a picture of it for the cynic’s delecta
tion. If he is right or not I do not know.
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
“Madam, do you know n Hr. Molea-
worth of this city?"
"I do not."
"Art* you sure that no such person
was invited to > our daughter's wed
ding?"
"Positive."
"Then. If he was here at all. he was
here against your knowledge?"
"Most certainly."
"We do not know that he was, hut
he is the person who professed to pick
up Miss .Farley front the stoop of a
house In Twenty-second street, and as
that st«>!\ is somewhat incredible, we
are trying to prove he carried her away
from this house, where he certainly was
in attendance on Miss Gretorex as early
as 9 o’clock in the evening."
"Then all you wish of us is to prove
that attendance?"
Tie bowed.
"Why not prove It. then, in a simpler
way? Can not Mrs. Canteron say wheth
er she had any such person with her or
not?"
He knew why this was asked. He
knew that the mother's heart was
throbbing with anxiety under all her
pride and self-possession to learn what I
her equally proud daughter concealed '
under her silence and seeming Indif
ference
"1 have not questioned Mrs. Came- |
ron." he therefore, said, "hut from the j
fact that she has volunteered no In- |
formation to the police I take It for j
granted that she does not know the i
right name and history of the person j
she employed ”
Your conclusions are doubtless cor- j
re* t." the mother allowed. But she
looked as If she would like to be as- ;
sured of the fact. "And now will you j
come up to her room?"
Wondering at her calmness, for he
knew that she had in some way re- 1
ceived a blow, he rose and followed her !
upstairs As they passed Peter. Mr
Gryce gave him s faint smile, perhaps
In the way of remuneration for the dis
appointment he was conscious of having
caused hint
1 think that 1 have somewhere said :
that the room formerly occupied by
Miss Gretorex was in the front of the
house It was large, and. as Mr. Gryce
perceived upon their entrance, an ex
ceedingly attractive and home-like
apartment. But it was ail in disorder 1
at the present time, snowing b> its
very condition that no foot .had entered
It since Mr. Cameron wpnt out.
This circumstance was certainly a
most fortunate one. and lent to the sur
vey which this astute detective at once
gave it an Interest It could not have
otherwise possessed. Even Mrs. Gre-
torex seemed to catch the infection of
the moment, and peered about in cor
ners and under the tables as if her life
depended upon finding some clew with
which to help forward the cause of jus
tice. lie watched her as much as he
•idled the room, and only when hi
perceived that she was quite satisfied
that no stray veil was to be found, did
he point to a pile of clothes that clut
tered up a small alcove at one end of
the room, and remarked:
"Your daughter seems to have flung
her whole wardrobe here in a heap.
These are her clothes, are they not?"
"Certainly: old ones which she had
before she was married, hut too good to
be scattered about like this. I won
der “
But here a voice thick with emotion
broke in with the words:
"What does this mean? What is this
going on in my room without my knowl
edge?"
With a quick movement both turned.
Mrs. Cameron, bonneted and wrapped in
furs, was standing before them in the
open doorway.
Mrs. Cameron at Her Worst—
and Best.
] ~">OR an instant Mrs Gretorex and
H the detective, so dissimilar in all
- other regards, wore the same ex
pression of disconcertedness, but only
for an Instant She from policy and
he from custom soon assumed an as
pect of self-possession: and Mrs. Gret
orex. speaking in behalf of both, ob
served with a nonchalance that the
other secretly admired:
"We were looking for that poor girl’s
veil. It seems that it is missing, and
that the police imagine It to have been
dropped here.”
A mortal pallor spread a ghastly light
over Genevieve Cameron's face
"I am at a loss ” she began, but
meeting her mother's eye. quailed, and
caught hold of the door at her side for
support.
"I suppose you knew that the young
woman who was in the habit of bring
ing home your dresses died on voui
w edditig night ?” that mother* inexorably
pursued.
No answer
"You have not been so absorbed in
your new life that you have,not read
this in the papers?”
Genevieve shook her head.
"Why didn’t you say something to
some one, then? I should have thought
you would. Genevieve, if only to pro
tect us from the surmises and sus
picions of the police. But perhaps you
did not know what a secret you were
hiding Perhaps the girl had not given
you her real name or shown you her
real face "
"Her face?" repealed Mrs Cameron,
under her breath, her eyes growing
large and black in the stare she fixed
upon her mother.
"Yes, they say—all ftayt—that this girl,
this Mildred Farley Was that the
name she gave you?"
Genevieve quivered. Did she nod yes,
or did that look of hers mean no.
" Looked so much like you that
It was really remarkable."
Mrs. Cameron dropped at once into
her usual manner.
"Do they say that?" she inquired,
loosening her furs with a steady hand
and carelessly throwing them into a
chair near by. “Well, it is odd!’’ And
turning toward the hall, she cried, al
most gaily. "Come in. Walter. I have
been caught in an equivocation and you
must help me to reinstate myself."
Promptly at this call, the tal) form and
fine features of Dr. Cameron appeared
on the threshold.
“I do not understand you," said he.
"but I will do what I can.”
And there he paused, for his eye had
fallen on Mr. Gryce. and he expe
rienced a ©ague trouble, that he in
stinctively sought to hide.
“Can I do anything to remedy my
fault?" she asked.
Mr Gryce stepped rapidly forward.
"You can tell us whether you left her
in this room when you went down to
be married."
More Admissions.
"And do you know all that, too?” she
asked. ' What clever people you are!
I declare 1 never imagined the police
were such adepts at getting informa
tion. Yes. she was with me that night
—helped me to dress and arrange my
veil. I had not expected her, for she
had received her pay when she brought
home the last dress, and I had no rea
son to thing she would come—but her
presence was very welcome for all that,
and she assisted me. as l say. and when
the time came for me to go down I left
The official viper-killer of France
has a dress composed of 900 skins of
venomous ^ptiles. He receives a small
payment for the head of every viper
he destroys.
On Arnish Rock, Stornoway Bay, is a
lighthouse without a light. Instead, it
has a mirror which reflects a ray of
light thrown upon it from a lighthouse
on the Island of Lewis, over 500 feet
away.
A pigeon flew against the face of
the Ipswich Town Hall clock and was
caught between the minute hand and
the dial. The clock was stopped for
an hour until the bird was liberated.
her to go home when she got ready.
Was there anything wrong in that?"
"Certainly not, madam; we only wish
to get at the facts. And was she there
when you returned?"
“No," Mrs. Cameron lightly shook her
head. "She had disappeared. I had
not expected her to remain. Walter,
where are you going? Wait for me. do
This gentleman will not keep me much
longer, I know*."
Dr. Cameron, who had withdrawn
from the doorway, at this last word of
his wife, paused on the spot where he
stood, but did not come back into the
room.
"My husband is in a hurry." she ex
claimed to the detective. "Is there any
thing more you would like to ask me
about this girl?”
"Well. yes. madam, there is,” re
turned Mr Gryce suavely, "In the first
place I would like to know how you be
came acquainted with her; then how
far that acquaintanceship went, and
lastly what light you can throw upon
her death. All these things it would be
of service to me to hear, for as you
already know, there Is suspicion abroad
that she did not meet her death by her
own free will and act, but was helped to
it by a certain person whom you also
know, or at least have lately seen."
“Walter, can you spare me five min
utes?" Mrs. Cameron inquired, going to
the door and looking smilingly into the
hall.
To Be Continued To-morrow.
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