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<c- By NELL BRINKLEY Husband Choosing a Hat and Copyright, 1913, by International News Service. Rate Bubs . Nell Brinkley Says Things Worth Remembering The gentle evnie turned and smiled wryly. “Look at that, pray, mademoiselle! That reminds me, 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 stop 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. T HROUGH the mossy-carpeted, scented temple, where hats are lifted tenderly and deftly on and off fair heads and dark, I strolled, the gentle cynic beside me, with one bright eye open for an Autumn hat for me, myself. All about the outer edges of the temple glass cases rose, filled with vari-colorod 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 partridges, all clad in trailing, ankle-binding black, insinuated themselves softly about, carrying melting- ly perfect little hats ou three fingers, their faces spread with the expression of a slave bearing his master’s pet jewel in his band. 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- end 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. “1 must,” she said, “I must think it over. I like this little blue one, but I 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. Une Woman s otory By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER The official vlper-klller of France has a dress composed of 900 skins of venomous reptiles. He receives a small payment for the head of every viper he destroys. light thrown upon it from a lighthouse on the Island of Lewis, over 500 feet away. a pair of yellow gloves. Mary remem bered suddenly that Howells had said that Silas Lapham’s hands in evening gloves loked like hams She also re membered that her caller 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 would they have In common? And. as she asked herself this question, she was observing every detail ot this man’s flashy person, his rather oily auburn hair, the heavy mus tache several shades darker than his Jr, his small gray eyes pink-arid* ' white complexion and full, sensuous Ups. Yet, some girls would consider I him handsome. »le had u kind face, and she wanted some one to be kind ; to her. "Sit down, won’t you?" she said. CHAPTER XXIII I N after years Mary Danforth looked back at the moments during which she waited at her door while Her bert Fletcher came upstairs toward her as a crisis in her Ufe. It was us If she stood at a point tvhere she turned her back upon her youth, her fancies, her hopes, and deliberately faced a grim , something of which she knew nothing, in which lurked a duty she could not escape a duty to her mother. Yet back of the thought of her mother there | v as another Impulse, one that drove ter on to take blindly a step which 1 she would not pause to consider. That impulse was born of wounded pride and of heartache such as she had never be fore felt, and which even now she would not analyze And as she stood, sw’ayed by these emotions, she heard Bert Fletcher'^ heavy footfalls coming slowly Into her life Wonderful Forces. Conventionality und 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 bat until he had shaken hands with her. "Why, good evening. Miss Danforth!" he said holding out ids large hand and , • <ping her slender fingers in a grip . that almost' made her wince. “Good evening." she returned In well- n odulai ’<i tones. “Come right in. won't you? Will you hang your coat and hat there O't the rack?" He had removed his hat as he came * into the apart- ent. and now wr'ggled * 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 tig ire appear more rotund than * usual, und, us he talked, he pulled off A pigeon flew against the face cf the Ipswich Town Hall clock and was caught between the minute hand and the dial. The clock was stopped ft>r an hour until the bird w’as liberated. On Amish Rock, Stornoway Bay, Is a lighthouse without a light. Instead, It has a mirror which reflects a ray of The cost of living is a hard nut to crack for the working man. He must have nutri tious food and plenty of it and the food must be cheap. Do you know that there is more nutrition in a 10c pack age of FA U ST S PAG H ETT1 than there is in 4 lbs. of beef? It is rich in gluten, the food content / that makes muscle,bone / and flesh. / By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN One of the Greatest Mystery Stories Ever Written (Copyright, 1913. by Anna Katharine Green.) “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 show’n you her real face " "Her face?" repea-ed Mrs. Cameron, under her breath, her eyes growing large and black in the stare she fixed upon her mother. "Yes, they say—all say—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 tall 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 vague trouble, that he In stinctively sought to hide. "Can I do anything to remedy my fault?" she asked. Mr. Gryoe stepped rapidly forward. "You ran tell us whether you left her in this room when you went down to ba married." More Admissions. "And do you know all that, too?" she asked "What clevefr 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 ttyat. and she assisted me. as l say. and when the lime came lor me to go down 1 left her to go home when she got ready. Was there anything ivrong In that?" "Certainly not, madam; we only wish to get at the facts. And was she there w'hen you returned?" "No," Mrs. Cameron lightly shook her head. "She had disappeared. I had not expected her to remain. Walter, where are you going? Walt 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. very condition that no foot had entered it since Mr. Cameron went out. This circumstance was certainly s. 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. He watched her as much as he •idled the room, and only when he 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. an<j 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, but too good to be scattered about like this. 1 won der " But here a voice thick with emotion broke in with the words: "What does this mean? What Is this going ontyn 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. TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT ften. | "Madam, do you know work ; worth of this city?" 1 ni j "I do not." most j "Are you sure that no such person man 1 was invited to your 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, but he Is the person who professed to pick up Miss Farley from the stoop of a house in Twenty-second street, and as that stntv Is somewhat Incredible, we are trying to prove he carried her away from this house, where^Jie 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'”’ He bowed. "Why not prove It. then, in a simpler way? Can not Mrs. Cameron 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 aU her pride and self-possession, to learn what her equally proud daughter concealed under her silence and seeming Indlf- Pr. Moles. will reduce your cost of living. Cut your meat bills two-thirds — buy a few packages of FAUST SPAGHETTI a week. Tastes deli cious, has an appetizing, savory flavor. You can make a whole meal of it. Send for free recipe book — shows how many ways Spaghetti can be cooked. At all grocers’— 5c and 10c packages. iiis mother in an apartment near Lex ington avenue, also that the business he was in was doing well, and that his "pa> was on the increase." "Mother has a little money of her wn," he said, "but I pa\ half her ?ent and my own board . v he don’t ac tually need help from me. but I feel hotter to give her a lift She's been a 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'.’ 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, and, in spite of her former interdict, tell ing her i r.ce more that he loved her Hut this time although she grew vesy pale, she did not forbid him to mention the matter to her again It was 10 o’clock when Mary Pan- forth's caller reluctantly left her. and she went at once to the room in which she knew her mother lay. still awake. She did not turn up the light as she bent over the anxious woman and kissed her good night. "1 have a little writing to do before I go to bed. mother." she said "So will tell you good night now, Try to go to sleep, dear." "l>i«l 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 about the elderly wo man's thin shoulders. "Go to sleep, mother." she said g«nt- Iv 1 must no* atop to talk now, or 1 will not get to bed as soon as 1 want Severe Case of a Philadelphia Woman—Her Symptoms. Philadelphia. P« -"1 had a severs care of nervous prostration, with B jj tlon, headache* | dlszlnese. nol»« 1 Id, nervous, rest-: •j less feelings and | al»«plessnri»i. ^ P nkham s Vegetable Compound, so I threw away the medicines the doctoi left me and began taking the Com pound Before 1 had taken half a bottle 1 was able to Ht up and 1 rt a •nort time I was able to do al! mv work* Your medicine has proved Itself eble to do ail you say It will and I have recommended It In everv household 1 have visited " -Mrs Mary Johneton, 210 Hiegel Street, Philadel phia. Pa Another Bed Ceee Kphrata, Pa -"About a year ago I was down with nervous prostration. 1 was pale and weak and would have hysteric spells -eadachee and a bad pain under mv shoulder-blade. 1 was under the care of different doc tors. but did not improve l was so w«ak I could hardlv stand long enough to do my dishes "Lydia E Pinkhsm’s Vegetable Compound has made me well and and I have begun to gain In v e:gnt and mv face looks hea thy »ov\.”—Mrs .1 \V Hornberger. R No. 3, Rphrata Pa If you want special advice write to J d a E Pinkham Medicine Co. (con- ■dential), Lyrn. Matt. Your letter P oper*- 1 re'”* ~ ~d answered -H w-.a i.— in a Li ici corn* To Be Continued To-morrow. F *OR an Instant Mrs Gretorex and 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-posseaslon; and Mrs. Gret orex. speaking In behalf of both, ob served with a nonchalance that the other ao'Twtly admired: "We were looking for that poor girl s veil. It seems that It is missing, and that the police imagine it te have been dropped here." A mortal pallor spread a ghastly light over Genevieve Cameron’s face. "1 am at a loss " she began, but meeting her mother’s eye. quailed, and aught 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 your wedding night .’" that mother inexorably pursued. No answer A.KODAKSS; ra|9 First Class finishing and En- UKaflb iarging. A complete stock lima. plates, papers, chemicals, etc. Special Mall Order Department for jut-of-town customers. Send for Catalogue and Price Llat. *. K. NAWKISC0. Kodjk OepM'fmetf 14 Whitehall St. ATLANTA, GA.. 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