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“THE GATES OF SILENCE” * FIRST READ THIS:— BETTY LUMSDEN, the charming young daughter of SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, promises to marry JACK RIMMINGTON, thft man with a secret and the rival in the affections of Betty with PAUL SAXE, a millionaire, who is favored as Betty's suitor by the girl's father, but whom Betty herself secretly hates. —Now Go On With the Story "Oh, you mustn't be sorry,” he said lightly "It's the fortune of war. I think if I had seen your eyes, Miss Betty, I should not have ridden for a fall; for the stars have lost their way in them. It’s Rimington, I suppose?” The words of another man would have been imperti nent; strangely enough, on these smooth Ups they did not seem so to Betty. .Her color deepened, and her eyes were kind. Saxe put out his hand with a friendly gesture. "I congratulate you both,” he said. "You on your splendid happiness, and Rimington on—what I would have given the word to gain.” It was gracefully done. 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Saxe said, brusquely. "But we must alter that. I hope I’m not less modest than most men, but I can see that he might one of these days find my friendshjp not so despicable a thing after all. You mustn't think me cynical, but it’s not always sunshine” “Oh, please -1 want today to think that it is!” Betty cried, impulsively: "Why, I believe you are actually apologizing for offering very delightfully what half the world is clamoring for -your friendship.” *My money, you mean!” Saxe looked at her as she stood holding back from him; the delicate color deepened on her cheeks, her gray eyes darkened. Some thing in his eyes seemed to send a thr*. scorching along her nerves like flame; her eyes fell, and as. almost roughly, he released her hands and walked on, she followed him in silence, her cheeks ablaze with an embarrassment for which she hated herself. Surprising News. e sound of voices and a woman's light laugh came to them through the trees. Betty started. “Good gracious! Who’s that? Do you know, for a moment I almost thought it was Edith's voice." she said, quickly. “It is Mrs. Barrington. Didn’t you ex pect her?” Saxe asked, in obvious sur prise. "Expect her no! 1 thought Anthony was tied hand and foot to Paris for an other fortnight at least.” "Mr. Barrington is still in Paris.” Betty gave a little gasp of surprise. THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS: WEDNESDAY. MAY 29, 1912. “Why, how* extraordinary! “Extraordinary! Why on earth do you say that?” Saxe's tone was lightly amused, but his eyes, between their nar rowed lids, showed a gleam of yellow, like the under-markings of a snake. “Oh—don't you know? It’s a standing joke in the family—more than a joke to my father—that Anthony can not bear to let Edith put of his sight for two days in succession. He's a dear, but he really doos make a frightful ass of himself over Edith.” It seemed to Saxe that a look of ap prehension had come into Betty’s eyes as they looked across the lawn to the chairs under the cedars and to the slim woman who, as they appeared, rose quickly and came across the lawn to meet them. And why should Mrs. Barrington's un expected arrival at her father’.*? house fill the sister who so frankly adored her with any spirit of apprehension? That was the question Paul Saxe asked himself as he watched the sisters kiss each other tenderly. “An extraordinary surprise. Betty.” Sir George Lumsden said, coming behind his elder daughter. "The age of miracles is not past, surely, since Edith has actually condescended to visit us alone." “Father’s really indignant that 1 didn’t take up my quarters at the Weybourne Arms." Mrs. Barrington said, smiling She was taller than Betty and very slen der: as dark as Betty was fair, with a skin <>f the most exquisitely smooth pal lor. like the leaf of a very perfect white rose. “T wonder you didn't ’pon my soul, I A Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars do.” Sir George said. “1 wonder that sultanesque husband of yours didn’t make it a condition.” He was a small man, with a face like a mild-mannered bird of prey. Its healthy red deepened to pur ple as he spoke The thought of An thonj Barrington’s jealous worship of his wife had always the power to stir him to the verge of apoplexy. Paul Saxe, who was accustomed to his host's outbursts, intervened with some tactful remark that drew his attention instantly, and the sisters found them selves alone for an instant. "Dear old girl what amazing good luck blew you here today?' Betty said, passing her arm through Mrs. Barring ton's. The affection and confidence be tween the sisters was very strong stronger even that the world suspected though their devotion w r as proverbial “I think my fairy godmother must have sent you just when I wanted you most. Let's get away from these men as soon as we can. I’ve got such such heaps to tell you." “Have you. little cat?" Mrs. Barring ton’s lips smiled, but her eyes were ab sent. "Presently, then. But I want to talk to father for a little while. That's what I came for. really." "To see father?” Nothing could have exceeded Betty's amazement. "Yes -on business. Don’t let us stand talking here. He’ll think we re discuss ing hirh, and he hates that.” She shook Betty’s hand off her arm and went forward, leaving Betty alone. It was ridiculous. Betty told herself so more than once, but she felt strangely chilled—as though, for the second time that day, a shadow had fallen across her happiness. • • • Betty Lumsden came slowly into *ner bedroom. It was a fancy of ners never to have blinds or curtains drawn on these summer nights, and the room was filled with a soft twilight and the cool air, sweet with the fragrance of the night-scented stock that grew’ beneath the window-. She left the .door ajar and went to the window Her eyes softened as she looked across to the trees thread ed by the silver line of the river. She supposed Jack was speeding across Eng land now: for the moment she seemed to be present with him in the carriage, she could feel it sway beneath her as the engine throbbed and panted, carrying its gleaming trail through woods where the trees stood out against the sky as though carved In ebony. Her eyes clouded. • And she did not even know where he was going—he had not told her so much. Why had this sudden cloud of mystery enveloped every thing? Even Edith was touched by it. She was avoiding her; she had not given her the opportunity of a word alone with her yet, and ever since dinner she had closeted with Sir George in the library. Was anything wrong? She shivered Trouble must not touch Edith she had suffered too much already. Terrible News. 1 “Betty!” At the sound of her name the girl By META SIMMINS Author of “ Hushed Up ’ ’ turned. Mrs. Barringdon had come Into the room so quietly as to be unheard. As she came forward Betty was at her side with a startied cry “Edith! Has anything happened? You've been crying!" Even in the twilight of the. room Betty could see that her sister's face was drawn and grey, that lines had revealed themselves about the tremu lous mouth that made her look almost old. “Yes —something has happened, Betty,” Mrs. Barrington said, harshly. “I didn’t want to tell you; you seemed so happy. I hoped I could find away out, but there Is no way out.” “Oh. Edith! What Is It?” "This —Edmond Levasseur Is In Paris.” "Edith!” Betty stood aghast. "But —he’s dead. He died five years ago. Don't you remember, darling? The loss of the Ajax, and how you pointed his name out to me on the list of the dead?” Mrs. Barington released her hands with a wrench. "Oh, don’t speak to me as though you thought I were mad, or a child!" she cried, irritably. "The only mad thing Is ever to have thought he was dead. Such things don't happen. He left the boat at the first port. I don't suppose he ever meant to go to Mexico. He’s been alive and silent and waiting all these years!” (Continued Tomorrow.) 5