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“THE GATES OF SILENCE”
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JACK RIMINGTON. the hem nf the story. and a man with a mysterious se
cret. proposes to and is accepted by
BETTY LUMSDEN, the charming young daughter of
S»R GEORGE LUMSDEN, who. however, is opposed to Jack because of the lat
ter's poverty, but favors
PAUL SAXE, a millionaire, whom Rehas refused tn marrv after telling him
that she is engaged to lack Betty's sister,
MRS EDITH BARRINGTON, suddenly returns from France and horrifies
Bettv bv declaring that her first husband.
EDMOND LE VASSEUR. whom she married sfecretlj when a girl, and whom
she thought dead, has appeared and demands 2,onn pounds <$10,000» in ten
days’ time, or he will tell
ANTHONY BARRINGTON everything Only four da vs are left and Mrs Bar
rtngfon begs Betty to borrow the money from Saxe Betty is horrified at
the proposal and refuses, but after a frantic appeal from her sister, con
sents
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chanically She felt stunned She stood
rigid in the moonlight, staring at her
sister Then”
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r’bed Mrs Barrington “Say it. Betty,
go on. sa\ all the obvious things But
wimtever you say. you'll be wrong
wrong Her hand brat on the window
sill passionately "<»h. don’t mind what
I say. Bettv Heavens knows what we
knew was bad enough, but the truth is
worse I was never his wife, Betty’
That marriage was a trick -dust thrown
in my eyes 1 hnu ran the Almighty
let such things be”
Her voire rose in passionate despair'
Petty dropped on her knees beside her
“Hush, darling, some one will hear
Try to be patient Forgive me for not
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understanding and try to tell me what
it means.” Her voice was infinitely ten
der and the elder woman nestled against
her like a child
J nearly died. Betty, when T me’ him
We came fare to face just outsid* 5 the
entranre to the Ritz in Paris. Anthony
had only left me a minute before. He
he came up and spoke to me Not a bit
altered just the same good-lnoking.
heartless brute He had not known of
my marriage he said, but I know that
wasn't true It simply was that he had
never realized that Anthony was a rich
man
“But tell me.” Betty urged, “about the
marriage, are you unite, quite sure” We
must make < ertain. and if he -. speaking
the truth, then you are quite safe, don't
you realize that. <)arling” Your marriage
THE ATLANTA GFORGTAX AND NEWS: THT’RSDAY. MAY 30. 1912.
I with Anthony Is legal—there need be no
scandal. Oh. let us pray it 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 tn understand what I
mean Don't you realize what I would
seem in Anthony’s eyes’ He'd never for
give me—never! You saw yourself, that
even in the days of our courtship I 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 hfs 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.”
"But. darling, why need he ever know?"
"Because Levasseur will speak; that's
h!s game—blackmail. He thinks that
Anthony will pay any sum rather than
have a scandal raised about his wife. He
doesn’t understand Anthony.”
But If It's blackmail, isn't ft possible
to buv his silence’"
.' Yrs. for two thousand pounds, paid ip
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 Anthony 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
mine, couldn’t we raise that’” Betty said
> eagerly.
Mrs Barrington raised her head wear
ily. "Oh, I've thought of all that," she
said. "I waded through the sea of lies
to get over here alone to speak to fath
er—to find ’bat our money has ceased to
exist Fathers 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 Betty.” Again her hand beat
the window sill passionately "Two thou
sand pounds—why 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 at Bet
ty’s hands
"Dear, you could save me!” she cried
“You could get me the money."
"1? Ah. dear. If I could. But how?"
"Paul Saxe,” Mrs. Barrington whis
pered! "Paul Saxe would give it to you
without a question. He's 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. ft’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!”
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 out.
A Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, ivith a
Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars
in a very agrmy .rs revolt.
"Only today he asked me to marry him.
Don't you see that makes ft 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—it 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—l 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 thoiighi 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 "
fjetty turned a questioning face to him,
“He's gone. A special messenger came
down on his own ear. not so long after
you had retired. A bit of a disappoint
ment, eh. Betty"" His shifty little eyes
searched her fam
Betty answered mechanically 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 h£ expected
to find the chance of which he spoke in
hiding there. But he was not communi
cative. He pursued: “Saxe is never that.
'Pnn 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 host 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 hardlj 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. the best
thing to do.
The telephone was In the stewards
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 kept Continental hours
at his office. If there was a stress of
wmrk 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
librarx in the village
(Continued Tomorrow.)
