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“THE GATES OF SILENCE”
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JACK RIMINGTON, th* hero of the story, and a man with a mysterious se
cret. proposes to and is accepted by
BETTY LUMSDEN, the charming young daughter of
SIR GEORGE LUMSDEN, who. however, is opposed to Jack because of the lat
ter's poverty, but favors
PAUL SAXE, a millionaire, whom Betty has refused to marry after telling him
that she is engaged to Jack Betty s sister,
MRS. EDITH BARRINGTON, suddenly returns from France and horrifies
Betty h\ declaring that her first husband.
EDMOND LEVASSEUR, whom she married secretly when a girl, and whom
she thought dead, has appeared and demands 2,nnn pounds m ten
days’ time, nr he will tell
ANTHONY BARRINGTON everything Unix four days are left and Mrs Rar
ring’on begs Bettv tn borrow th* mnnex from Sax* B*tt\ Is horrified at
the proposal and refuses, hut after a frantic appeal from her sister, con
sents
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"All these years’'" Betty repeated, me
chanically She f*lr stunned She stood
rigid in the moonlight, staring at her
sister 'Then"
"Then you are not Anthony’s wife,"
gibed Mrs Barrington "Say it, Betty,
go on. sax- all the obvious things But
whatever you say. you'll be wrong
wrong Her hand beat on the window
sill passionatelx "<»h. don’t mind what
I sax. Betix Heavens knows what w*
kneu was had enough but the truth is
worse I was never his wife. Betty’
That marriage was a trick dust thrown
In my exes 1 how ■ n the Almighty
let such things hr-'
Her voice rose n passionate despair'
Betty dropped nn her knees beside her
"Hush, darling some one will hear
Try to be patient Forgive me for not
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if mean? ' Her voice uae infinitely ten
der an«l the elder woman nestled against
her like a child
I nearly died. Bettx. when I met him
We came face to face just outside the
entrance tn the Ritz in Taris Anthony
had onlx left me a minute before He
he came up and spoke to me Xnt a bit
altered just the same guo<l - looking,
heartless brute He had not known of
rnx marriage, he said, hut I know that
wasn’t true It simply was that he had
never realized that Anthnny wa:- a rich
man
"But tell me." Betty urged, "about the
marriage, are \ou quite quite sure ’ We
must make • ertain. and if heF speaking
the truth, then you are quite safe, don't
you realize that, darling” Y->ur marriage
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS: THURSDAY. MAY 30. 1912.
(with Anthony Is legal -there need be no
scandal Oh, let us pray if is so. for lit
tle Phil's sake "
She could feel the slim body in her
arms quiver when she spoke of the child
"Safe"' There was a derisive note in
the despair that rang in Mrs. Barring
ton's voice
The Blackmailer.
"You don't seem to understand what 1
mean Don't you realize what T would
seem in Anthony’s eyes? He d never for
give me- never' You saw yourself, that
even in the days of our courtship T dare
not have told him anything of that secret
marriage I believed it to be. though it
was an act of folly and nothing else But
this" Her voice raveled into a sob.
"It would blacken me In his eyes. A
woman who had been dragged through
the dust, the mother of his son! He’d
leave me. Betty he'd take Phil from
me."
"Rut. darling why need he ever
"Because Levasseur will apeak; that’s
hia game—blackmail. He thinks that
Anthony will pay any sum rather than
have a scandal raised about hla wife. He
doesn’t understand Anthony.”
"But if it's blackmail, isn't It possible
to bux his silence”"
Yes. for two thousand pounds, paid in
ten days' time and six of those days are
run out' I have no money less than
twentx pounds at the bank You know
that \nthony never gives me any money >
He's generosity itself and pays for every
thing I've never needed money "
"But there's your own money and 1
mine, couldn't we raise that?" Bettv said
■ eagerly.
Mrs Barrington raised her head wear
•ly ' Oh, I’ve thought of all that,” she
•aid. "I waded through the sea of lies
to get over here alone to speak to fath
er -to find that our money has ceased to
exist Father's speculations have been
unlucky, and he has borrowed it."
She began to laugh, terrible laughter,
while the tears ran down her delicate
cheeks. "Even your optimism goes down
before that Bettv " Again her hand beat
the window sill passionately. "Two thou
sand pound3--wbv not two hundred thou
sand?"
There was silence in the room Then,
with a sudden movement, Mrs. Barring
ton slid to her knees and caught ar Bet
ty’s hands
Ttear, you could save me!” she cried.
„"Tou, could get me the mjfttey.”
"I? Ah. dear, if I could. But how?”
"P»ul Saxe.” Mrs. Barrington whis
pered! “Paul Saxe would give it to you
without a question. He'a In love with
you. Betty,” for the girl had shrunk back
with a low cry of dissent, "don't say
you'll refuse! Remember, it Isn't for
yourself—lt's to save me from the pit of
despair. It's to save the happiness of
three people—Tony and Phil and me.
Think of little Phil, Betty; I hate to ask
you. but you will never refuse!”
1 For a moment the girl felt incapable of
speech. The suggestion was Incredibly
repugnant to her. To trade on a man's
love for her by asking him for money!
"Edith, I couldn't do it!" she burst nut.
A Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, ivith a
Thrtlltng Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars
In a very agony of revolt.
“Only today he asked me to marry him.
Don’t you see that makes it utterly im
possible for me to go to him now to sue
for favors?"
"I thought you loved me.” the other
woman cried. "But your pride's dearer
to you than my life—l see that. My
life. Betty. No. it's not hysterical mad
ness—lt is sober fact—if I can't buy Lev
asseur’s silence with money I'll buy the
great silence with my life."
Her passionate words passed Betty by.
Something sounded in her ears above
them, the echo of Paul Saxe's words re
peating itself endlessly in her brain: "If
you need a friend, remember. I am at
your service In any way—in all ways—
always." After all. what was two thou
sand pounds to Paul Saxe? Yet
Oh, I can t—-1 won't!" she cried.
Mrs Barrington said no more She fell
back to the window seat, laying her head
on her arms, and broke into a passion of
tearless sobs. To Betty each dry. racking
sound was like a. sword piercing her
heart She put up her hands to her ears.
She couldn't listen—they must not go on.
"Stop! Oh, don't cry like that, Edith!”
she cried “I'll do what you wish. All
that you wish."
After all. what was two thousand
pounds to Paul Saxe?
The House In Tempest Street.
The long night had passed. After she
had got Edith to bed. Betty had un
dressed and lain down between the cool
sheets—but not to sleep She had heard
every hour strike while she lay wide
eyed, thinking of the ordeal that the
morning would bring her "Mr. Saxe,
will you lend me two thousand pounds?
Like the rest of the world, it is money
that your friendship represents to me. '
The words rearranged themselves in her
brain in a hundred fantastic ways. When
they, or such as they, were uttered, what
would the man think of her?
She dressed quickly and went down
stairs. The door of the great hall stood
open, and a gust of windy sunshine swept
in to greet her. chequering the polished
spaces of the floor and drawing a glory
of rose and amber from the Persian rugs
that littered It. Then the sunshine was
blotted out by a figure. For the moment
her senses swam, she thought it was
Saxe himself. Then, with an almost sick
ening sense of relief, she saw it was her
father.
Sir George manifested a desire to evade
his daughter's clear eyes. He had not
seen her since last night, when Edith's
confounded pertinacity had drawn from
him the admission about their money.
Their money! Had he not lavished a
hundred times the amount on both of
them ?
"As fresh as a rose, my dear." he said.
“You weren't disturbed, then, by our
friend Mr Saxe’s little commotion,"
Betty turned a questioning face to him
"He's gone A special messenger came
down or. his own car. not so long after
you had retired. A hit of a disappoint
ment, eh. Betty?" His shifty little eyes
searched her face.
Betty answered mechanical!? Her first
feeling was a sense of relief -relief on
which disappointment came bitterly. It
By META SIMMINS
Author of “Hushed Up
made things so much worse, for it was
only a reprieve. Her promise was pledged
to Edith, who was sleeping at last under
the Influence of the sleeping draught
Betty had Implored her not take
"Isn't he coming back?” she asked, as
they went in to breakfast.
"There's a chance he may do so for a
week, later." Sir George lifted the cover
of a silver dish, as though lie expected
to And the chance of which he spoke in
hiding there. Bitt he was not communi
cative. He pursued: Saxe is never that.
'Pon my soul, I don’t even know if he
has so much as a pied-a-terre In town
‘Chichester House. City.' that's his ad
dress for us all the best of friends But
when he’s married that will be altered
Park Lane, or Grosvenor Square. When
he’s married, Betty!"
An Inspiration.
But Betty hardly heard him She was
memorizing the name. "Chichester House.
City." She must write—no, she couldn't
do that. Go? The blood flamed to her
face at the thought of running the gaunt
let of half a hundred inquisitive clerks.
Suppose he were not there? And then a
thought came to her like an inspiration.
Telephone to him, yes, that was the best
thing tp do.
The telephone was In the steward's
office, a small room of the hall. Betty
went across to it, and looked up Saxe's
name in the directory. "Paul Saxe,
0061. City.” It was still early—little past
9 o'clock—but Betty remembered Saxe's
boast that they k°pt Continental hours
at bis office. If there was a stress of
work that necessitated so sudden a re
turn to town, it was more than likely
that he would be at his office already
But she would not run the risk of tele
phoning here, there was too much chance
of being overheard. She would slip down
to the public call office in the circulating
library in the village
(Continued Tomorrow.)