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16 “THE GATES OF SILENCE” FIRST READ THIS:— 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 —Now Go On With the Story “AU these years'*” Betty repeated, me chanically She felt stunned She stood rigid in the moonlight, staring at her sister Then” “Then you are not Anthony's wife.” 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 The Dingbat Family What’s Royalty. After All? ’ Copyright 1912. National News Association By Herriman , I' " f CMUCK ChiC OP AWRiI ITY ft/// - M GOtAIG TO Go / W *6.7 f - FlA£_ / / ' -OMIUG A , r CHUCK FVU OF /VOBlcoy ’ «> •Zz ' \ * UP 1° 'ArrRODUCS. SEA.VICR 7'GOT 1)0 1 Z.AB7 - I SPEED! ~e? This 15 TllE SItTM OR SEN*A»Th ) \A —T x V \ \ WWtfW/ \ - /A Ao GOOD 0, \ this NCTEg ■ / I | 4ASTEAJ - J Royal Lcok-iag WMArS J MinTA /T / \\ ' 'Wf/ \4s The Best AJOBiuiy /nfffifflW t* Passed 70-That HALL T < 1 Agaiu /'V ,ajh * t &vjeß WAs / M /AJ 7w E Z - Af,T F,VE ~ —<7 ' y® X Zc'V %Z- ml AfOBILITATBB / a .Il I I U\ if c;-- ..-J |Pg J K®ytf .-A/ft- iL .. 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JACK HE SAYS MFC JACK HE SAfS XL) - 'l M ' < < Xs O STILL ' HED STAK'D a MONTH T / 1 To'go e ND 1 WAh *T MF ■fcßtßfr ; ' K I Z i • J I 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.)