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The Manicure
One of the Greatest Mystery Stories
Ever Written
By ANNA HELD
My Own Beauty Secrets
By ANNA KATHARINE GREEN.
(Copyright, 1913, by Anna Katharine
Green.)
TO-DAY’S INSTALLMENT.
came to know your wife better you
might hare wondered at certain defect*
in her, but you would by that time have
become so accustomed to them that you
would have passed them off as many
people are passing off her eccentricities
to-day by the simple phrase, ‘Genevieve
Is changed; she is not what she used to
be,' adding, possibly, in your own mind,
'It is not the first time a woman ha*
dropped her music after marriage.’ ”
“True, true; and I will acknowledge
now that I can hardly remember the
Genevieve Gretorex I courted, for this
dazzling, fresh creature who has taken
her place. Deceitfully, I own, but with
no wicked impulse to make that deceit
an entirely unpardonable one.’’
Somewhat astonished, Mr. Gryce drew
back. “You seem relieved,” he remark
ed, “by this discovery which we have
made.”
“I am. How can I help it when it
gives me a wife uncontaminated by a
mad, if innocent passion for another
man."
“But a—* r
“Dressmaker you would say. I know,
bat also Genevieve's sister and her su
perior In Intellect, beauty and I dare
to hope, worth," he interjected the doc
tor. “For though she entered Into this
fraud without seeming compunction, she
has since given signs of honest repent
ance for the wrong she has done, and
with It shown such affection for the
man she has deceived that I am sure she
needs nothing but a sl«r>w of considerate
feeling on my part to develop into a
woman I can not only love but respect.”
Mr Gryce came forward again.’’
“You make my duty very hard," said
he.
“Your duty?”
“You seem to think the whole mat
ter is settled by this dlsoovery of Mrs.
Cameron’s real Identity, and that you
have nothing before you but I reconcili
ation with your wife.’’
Dr. Cameron uttered an ejaculation.
‘And do you mean to say th«t jau still
retain the suspicions you entertained of
her when you thought her the maddened
and desperate daughter of Mr. Greto
rex V
The detective sighed; he was evidently
weary of the tormenter’s part he had
to play so long.
“I should have thought," he observed
gently “that you would have perceived
without my aid that the suspicions al
ready attached to your wife by the po
lice would be heightened rather than
diminished by the discovery that It was
Genevieve Grotorex’s substitute who
survived to marry you instead of Gene
vieve herself.’’
“I had not looked at It so. I felt so
sure this was her great secret that I
never questioned, if she possessed an
other."
“I wish that we were not obliged to.
But when w’e think of the circum
stances and consider the temptation she
was under, we dare not let the matter
slide without a legal Investigation. For
if Mias Gretorex had sufficient deter
mination to undertake the re-establish
ment of herself as Mr Gretorex's
daughter and your bride, she certainly
had enough to carry that undertaking
through If she had not been stopped In
some forcible way by Mildred. She did
not carry it through. What, then, are
{ f x SEEN a item from Washington
I the other day,’’ said the Mani-
cure Lady, “that tells how the
wife of Vice President Marshall Is a
baseball fan. I wonder who got that in
the paper for her.”
“Why?” asked the Head Barber.
“Why?” echoed the Manicure Lady.
“Gee, George, you can be thicker some
mornings than a Russian serf, or what
ever it is they call jaspers over in Rus
sia. Why, don’t you know that the
wife of a Vice President, or the Vice
President himself, or any of his folks
Is supposed to be dead ones so far as
newspapers Is concerned. When I read
that item I noticed the heading in the
paper, and It said: ‘Mrs. Marshall a
Baseball Fan.’ I says to myself ‘Mar
shall, Marshall, where have I heard that
name before?’ Honest to goodness,
George, if I had asked you quick, would
you have been able to tell me the name
of the Vice President?”
They Have to Wait.
“I don’t think I would," admitted the
Head Barber.
“Of course you wouldn’t,” said the
Manicure Lady, “and neither would
three Other people out of four. You
see, George, the Vice President of a
great nation is like the vice president of
anything else. They have to wait till
the main squeeze croaks before they go
to the tailor for a new wardrobe.
Everybody hopes they are well and
happy, but nobody sees their name in
the paper and wouldn’t know who it
was if they did see it in print.
“‘A treasurer Is some guy, George,
whether he is the treasurer of the
country or the treasurer of a dry goods
firm. There is something kind of solid
sounding about a treasurer, and his
name looks cute on a check. You may
not think him as great as a president,
but you always see something beauti
ful about his rugged features on pay
day. And a secretary Is a kind of Im
portant gink, too. He has to read the
minutes of the last meeting and attend
to the correspondence. A secretary may
not be so much in a firm, but he can
make more noise dictating to the ste
nographer than the president makes.”
“You seem to know a whole lot about
the business world for a simple girl that
never had to work nowhere except in
this shop,” said the Head Barber.
’1 ain’t as learned as a barber,” said
the Manicure Lady icily, "but I read
more. When I pick up a paper I start
In at the front page and skip the rac
ing dope. It’s just the opposite w’lth
you, George. And if you know anything
at all, you know T am speaking true
lines when I say that a vice president
is like the letters ‘gh’ in ‘straight.’ A
vice president that gets his name in the
papers to a/ny extent must be some
press agent.”
A Lake Near Rome.
“Oh, I don’t know,” said the Head
Barber. “TeddyRoosevelt got his
name In the papers a lot when he was
Vice President and after he was out of
it altogether.”
“Yes, but Teddy is different,” said
the Manicure Lady. “I often wonder
what he would have did If he had been
Emperor of Rome when there wasn’t no
newspapers at all. I’ll bet he would
have jumped In the Tiber.”
‘‘What was the Tiber?” asked the
Head Barber.
“Didn’t I tell you all you knew was
racetrack dope?" exclaimed the Mani
cure Lady. “You poor simp, the Tiber
was a lake /ust outside of Rome.”
“I was convinced before. I have nev
er had more than a passing doubt from
the moment this possibility was sug
gested to me. There were too many
facts In the past to confirm it, petty
facts, Ignored at the time, but showing
themselves now in their true light as
the way marks of a great and skilfully
carried out deception. Her Ignorance,
hidden under sphinxlike smiles which
made it look like wisdom, or at the
wors indifference, her caprtice about
names which she vowed she never re
membered; her professed short-sighted
ness; her silence when conversation was
expected; her talkativeness when si
lence would have been more appro
priate; the wit with which she parried
attacks; the glance and the smile which
filled all gaps and disarmed all criti
cism- Then the attitude she took to
ward Mr and Mrs Gretorex, leading to
those rather formal relations which
were her only safeguard; her refusal
to visit much except where a crowd
was expected, and a word and & look
were all that was required of her, and
finally the excuses she always found
when I pressed her to sing or play, or
write, or talk on anything but general
subjects. It is all clear now, and while
I wonder at her tact, I also wonder I
never felt a suspicion of truth, even
when I found her so much more bril
liant, gifted and beautiful than I had
anticipated or had a right to anticipate
from what I knew of Genevieve Greto
rex.”
"I do not think it strange. Your
courtship had not been long enough and
you will excuse me If I say, Intimate
enough, for you to feel confident In ypur
knowledge of her. Then a bride Is never
quite what 7i girl is, and any caprice
she might show in her present capacity
could so easily be attributed to the
change which matrimony Invariably
brings. I do not wonder at all that you
were deceived; I am only annoyed that
I was.”
“But you had never seen Miss Gra-
torex.”
“I know; but a detective never ex
cuses himself. I felt an incongruity
somewhere, but I was not particular
enough In asking its true meaning I,
who knew there were two of them, and
also knew how much they looked alike.**
“Well, I can not see that this Is
It would have taken a most
This is the first article of Miss Field's series, and
in it she instructs girls how to stand, and hold
themselves.
This article teas written in Paris and sent here
by the famous French beauty subsequent to her
arrival in New York within the next few days for
a tour of the States.
In this article Miss Field tells how she saved
herself from possible lung ailments by learning
how to always pose herself to the best possible
bodily advantage.—EDITOR.
further. Dr. Cameron,” the detective
now declared. “While there were
doubt* as to my duty, I was willing,
and more than willing to talk, but now
that I see my way clear, I have no de
sire to say anything more, and would
advise you a* a friend to say nothing
more either."
This was a new tone for the detective
to take and it struck Dr. Cameron for
cibly. He saw that whateevr his own
convictions might be. whatever the
truth even, she held, in the eyes of the
police at least, the position of a pos
sible criminal and must ever hold it,
now that her only witnees had per
ished. unless by some decisive action
of his, the terrible question could be
at once and forever settled. J^ooklng at
Mr Gryce and seeing how sober he
ha-1 become, he took his resolve.
“I have an experiment to try,” said
ha. “You have made your test, and
satisfied us all that Mrs. Cameron’s
maiden name was Mildred Farley. I
would like the same opportunity of
proving to you that though she took
her sister's place and identity she did
not take her life. Will you come up-
stajjf* again, Mr. Gryce?”
But the detective hesitated.
“I know what you contemplate,” he
affirmed, “and would advise you to
pause. It Is a risky thing you are going
to do. Besides, the lady is not neces
sarily your wife “
"What?"
"No oourt In the country would hold
you to a marriage forced upon you bF
such fraud.”
The doctor flushed, looking away, and
for a moment was silent Then be de
clared. firmly:
"She is my wife-. I accept her as such,
however my experiment ends. 1 should
have no right to make it, did I not ex
pect to share the consequences of it with
her.” •
Mr. Gryce took oft his hat. Was tt In
deference, or beoanse he h/Cd determined
to stay? Both, perhaps.
“Then you are resolved, knowing that
in doing this you make a witness of
me?" 4
“Yes, for I believe in her lnnooenee,
and must have it established before the
world ” And he led Mr. Gryoe back
into his wife’s room, saying, “I will not
keep you waiting long. The effects of
the drug I administered to her must
have nearly passed away.”
The scene to which they thus re
turned was not that of a few minutes
ago. The poor and sordid furniture had
been removed and the rich and stately
belongings of the room restored. The
form of Mrs. Olney had been replaced
By that of the nurse, and nowhere wes
there to be seen the least token of that
strange and remarkable transformation
which had deceived the half-wakened
woman Into a belief that she was & girl
again. Even the rings had been re
stored to her hands, and on the table
near by ticked the watch which her
husband bad given her in those happy
days in Washington. As for herself, she
lay quiet, though her eyelids fluttered
faintly, and now and then her limbs
moved as if she were In grief or pain.
strange.
penetrating genius "to detect what es
caped the eye of husband and parents.”
Mr. Gryce lokoed as if he felt himself
possessed of such a genius, but he sim
ply observed:
“It was all planned with consummate
judgment, and I should like to know to
which brain the credit of the scheme is
due. Had the expectations of Genevieve
been realized, had she found an accom
plice in Dr. Molesworth and had been
married to him as she hoped, I do not
think your honeymoon would have been
interrupted by a doubt. Only when you
Doubtless the most unique spot
in Europe la the little village of
Altenberg, on whose border three
countries meet. It is ruled by no
monarch, has no soldiers, no police,
and no taxes. Its inhabitants speak
a curious jargon of French and
German combined, and spend their
days in cultivating the land or work
ing in the valuable calamine mine of
Which the village boasts.
Meaning and Expression.
The Ideal Position.
The center picture gives you a side
view of this standing figure. This
position is the next step in advance.
I am relaxing a bit as the coat is
doffed, and my weight is slipping
slowly to one foot in anticipation of
sinking with gentle reluxation into a
chair.
Mear me, Mademoiselle. “Make
haste sloyly." Never jerk—never be
abrupt. Study the “Lazy grace" of
slow, contained movement which I
have tried to illustrate for you here.
In the picture at the left I ar
trying to illustrate for you the mean
ing and expression that may be put
into a simple standing position. The
arms are clasped loosely in front.
There is no awkward relaxation here
—but attention. Talk to a standing
woman and see how ungracefully she
relaxes and how she shifts uneasily
from foot to foot. But in light poise
and simple focusing of attention I
find It possible to give heed to a con
versation without loofiing all mus
cular control of my body In the in
terests of my mind.
Prom any pf these standing posi
tions—as must always be the case
when you stand correctly—it is pos
sible to start forward easily Into a
light, graceful walk.
By ANNA HELD.
(Heading “Anna Held’s All Star Variete
Jubilee,” Under Management of
John Cort.)
Copyright, 1913, International News
Service.
H OW do you stand, Madame or
Mademoiselle?
How do you walk?
How do you enter a room?
Probably you have never given
much thought to the matter; and yet
to be able to stand well, to move well,
to enter or leave a room gracefully is
the whole social stock in trade of
women who get on astonishingly well
in .society.
If you stand well, if it is a pleasure
to see vou move, these two graces will
not only give you an air of breeding
that will help you win your way any
where, but they will make you pictur
esque, attractive and a notable figure
wherever you go.
This is quite true, as you must con
fess if you give the matter any
thought, and yet how do you stand,
Madame—how does each woman of
Youth can carry off a certain
amount of awkwardness simply by
freshness and briskness—but that
may mean a middle age. without grace
and an old age of antique uncouth
ness.
Divide Your Weight.
When a woman has lost the fresh
ness of youth there are Just three
things that will make her socially
tolerable—grace, cleverness and kind
ness.
And the greatest of these is grace.
I have told you “Why” at some
length—now let me follow up my
preaching with an account of my
practice.
I will tell you “How."
1 am illustrating what I mean by
three of my new photographs.
In the one at the right I show you
just what my ideal is of a natural
standing position.
Balance your weight so lightly on
the balls of your feet that you could
easily rock back and forward If you
chose.
But if you will not chooae. You
must cultivate perfect repose when
you are In repose!
Divide your weight equally between
your feet, so that the flowing lines
of your figure will be equal, unbroken
and graceful as is any flowing line.
Carry your shoulders down, straight
and even, neither sunk forward nor
strained back.
As your shoulders are down, so
keep your chest high. Thus every vi
tal organ has its fair chance of room
to breathe for itself—and air to
breathe too. Carry your head lightly
and high.
Feel in every muscle- a willingness
to spring into action.
Be conscious of vitality like that of
an athlete ready to start into mo
tion.
And yet for your womanly grace
be as light as a flower, the lightest
breeze may set a-swaying.
Difficult?
Perhaps -if your idea of standing
has been to relax into meaningless
shape.
But when you have mastered this
first position all that follows will be
simplicity iUflf.
Tomatoes growing in a piano case,
which has been turned into a tiny
greenhouse by an ingenious plotholder,
are being cultivated at the Church
Army’s "City Gardens’’ on waste build
ing sites in Stillington street, West
minster. A cabbage weighing
pounds has been cut on some waste
ground devoted to free plots for married
workmen.
• • •
The average depth of sand in the
deserts of Africa is from 30 to 40
feet.
« • •
There is 28 pounds of blood in the
body of an average grown-up person.
FOOD FOR MUSCLES
BONES AND FLESH
A Position of Relaxation
” Now's the time to make sore that
y your children get all the food necessary
to build up their muscles and bones and
xS'*' 7 put on flesh. Their physical future depends
fr fargely on what they eat now.
There's more real nutrition In a fOc package of
Faust Macaroni than in 4 lbs. of betfi— prove it by
your doctor.
our day ami generation stand, walk,
move?
You sit gracefully and easily, you
look very charming—then you rise,
and sink your weight on one hip in a
way that makes your figure a dis
torted caricature.
You walk—and your stride is the
most hideous motion womankind ever
evolved.
A few’ years ago you did the golf-
links stride, which was too long fur
your anatomy and which showed with
painful plainness how’ foolish you were
to try to imitate the motions of men.
You put dow’n your feet as if you
were trying to imitate the old mira
cles whereby the saints left the im
print of their footsteps In solid rock.
And the standing position, the walk
of to-day. is only less painful to de
scribe than to see.
A Painful Sight.
Women follow the unpleasant out
lines of the Botticelli figure—chest
sunken, shoulders bent and back
rounded; while the healthy upheld
chest and “straight front” have given
vyay to the awkward outline of sag
ging and unconttned abdomen.
You do not like it, do you?
You are not going to be a slave to
an ugly fashion that must soon die,
and that will hurt your health as well
as your natural beauty of figure?
We must all grow older, and what is
quaint at 20 will be ugly at 40. To
keep young, to keep the slender out
lines of girlish grace—and, above all,
to keep well and strong with the su
preme charm of womanhood, you
must begin to-day, Mademoiselle, and
learn to stand.
Once I felt attacked by the danger
ous bugaboo of chest, trouble—I wai
anaemic—my friends felt that mv
dower of youth and vitality was being
attacked.
And I went to Nature for my cure.
I practiced standing with upheld
chest, with expanded lungs
I stood lightly poised on the balls of
my feeL
COP
quautt
Answered.
Upon the occasion of his first visit to
a parishioner an Atlanta clergyman
tried hard to make friends with his
host’s 8-year-old.
“How old are you, my son?” asked
the clergyman, benignly.
“Eight," was the laconic response.
“Ah, quite a little man,” came pa
tronizingly from the minister. “And
what are you going to be?" he added,
after a slight pause.
’ I am going to be 9,” said the child,
with conviction.
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Jacobs’ Pharmacy has seen such
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not make thin people plump and
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You run no risk whatever In
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forming food and is ?*old under the
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utable business houses ’n Atlanta
to refund the monev if it does not
give complete satisfaction.
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That rare, elusive,
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A »k your grocer for it.
Cheek-Neal Coffee Co.,
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Is etfremely rich in gluten, being made from Durum wheat,
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and Discard Your Dress
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Placing Him.
She turned upon him imperiously and
swept him from head to foot with one
disdainful glance.
“What have you to say for yourself?’’
The dud© cowered before her, abashed,
and then passed through the door with
out a word.
She shook her head sadly.
“Once more is the old saving verified,
•It goes without saving ’
Hhe gently closed the doro behind him
MAULLBROS.
St. Louis, Mo.