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THE QEOBOIAN’S MAGAZINE, PAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
A STORY OF LOVE, MYSTERY AND HATE. WITH A THRILLING POR
TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS.
By META SIMMINS.
Author of "Hu»hed Up"
This was the end of everything -he
seemed to hear the hiss of the chain of
circumstantial evidence as it ran out, ev
ery link that, taut and true, warranted
to hold and bind him fast This was the
end of everything Unhesitatingly -un
erringly—the law—that law at which
men laugh in the same childish spirit of
bravado as they laugh at various grim
facts—death, the devil, add others had
stretched out its hand and touched him
on the shoulder. Well at least he must
not be a coward. He thought of Betty,
squared his shoulders and found himself,
having turned, looking into the smiling
eyes of Mr. Paul Base.
"Good morning Mr Saxe raised the
broad-leafed Panama hat that was pulled
down to the level of his handsome brows
and smiled. The action and the smile,
with its revelation of those white, fault
less teeth, served to accentuate the elus
ive, un-English element of his appearance
that was so difficult to define "Really,
this is what 1 call luck," he said. Who
would have thought of meeting you at
such an hour? I was s under the impres
sion that you fortunate young dogs who
are tied to no regular office hours were
inclined to avoid the early worm.
His dark eyes, that looked almost yel
low in the strong morning light, rested
for the fraction of a second on Riming
ton’s face, and for all the young man's
self control, there was something written
there that caused Saxe's smile to deepen
into a short laugh.
An Embarrassing Time.
"You do not consider the meeting in
the same light, that's very evident, Mr.
Rimington," he said. "You look anything
but pleased .Startled that would be the
apt er word."
It seemed to Rimington that there was
something almost provocative In the
■words. His hands, thrust in the pockets
of his light overcoat, clenched. How was
he to answer this man? What, In view'
of the happenings of last night, should
his attitude bed The instinct of self
preservation warned hitfl to allow the
other man to lead, to betray by no act or
word the true nature of the suspicions
and fears crowding and shouldering each
other in his heart
" 'Startled' expresses my feelings ad
mirably." Even in his own cars his voice
sounded surprisingly natural and un
strained "My thoughts were a hundred
miles away when you laid that grip of
yours on my shoulder. I congratulate
you on that grip, by the way "
"Yes'? 1 am rather proud of the
strength of my fingers." Saxe said, with
• little touch of complacency; "though 1
am sorry if I expected it unduly on your
unsuspecting flesh."
Moved by a common impulse, as the
men paused they had drawn nearly to
the edge of the bridge. The traffic was
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A Kellermann Shape By Mail I
By MARTHA RANDOLPH
WHEN I first saw Annntte Kellermann,
like thousands of other women. 1 went
into ecstasies over her superb form, I
■ longed to have the same graceful figure or even
one just a little like it. I heard her lecture on
physical culture and tell how such a figure
could be developed, but when I tried to do as
she said I found it inconvenient to carry out
the program and keep up my daily fight tor a
living Maybe 1 lacked the energy. Anyway,
1 gave up hopes for the time being of devel
oping a Kellermann figure.
I never asked Miss Kellermann about it, but
I don't suppose she wears corsets If she
does thev are probably not like those other
women have to wear. She doesn't need them.
But. like 1 discovered, every woman does not
find it convenient to swim and walk and ride
and exercise as Miss Kellermann does.
The thought of having such a figure did not
bother me much until some time afterward 1
met a very successful woman teacher of phys
ical culture. She. too. had a superb figure and.
having Miss Kellermann in mind. I remarked
about corsets and the ability of some women
to do without them. Os course I supposed that
this physical culture teacher wore a girdle
instead of a corset and 1 asked her what kind
she wore.
“Girdle she exclaimed. “I certainly do
not wear a girdle I wear the best Redfern
corset I can buy
I have always said that I learn something
new every day I learned something new then
Although this teacher had a lovely figure, 1
had attributed it all to her physical culture
I found that most of it was due to her corset
and the perfect manner in which it fitted.
She insisted that no matter how healthy a
woman is and no matter how tine a figure
she may have, she can improve upon it by
wearing the proper kind of corset. Then. too.
she pointed out how the changes in women's
styles necessitated a change in the shape of
corsets and how the lines of the figure were
changed accordingly.
It was not until recently that my thought
again turned toward corsets and my figure.
A friend of mine whom 1 had mil seen for
some time told me that 1 was getting stout.
Instantly my mind reverted to Annette Kei
lermann and to physical culture and diets and
all sorts of things. The mere thought of get
ting stout and losing what figure 1 had al
most appalled me. 1 knew that I had a feu
wrinkles coming and 1 knew how hard 1 work
ed nights managing them with cold cream
before 1 went to bed. 1 knew I was fighting
the wrinkles and doing my very best in the
fight to ward off the signs of increasing years
Even though 1 am a widow with a boy eleven
less congested now. the crowds had thin
ned. as the earlier office hours passed.
• and it was possible now to lean and look
f over at the river without being untner-
• cifully Jostled.
i Saxe, leaning his elbows on the rail.
> stared downstream
"What a morning!” he said. "Rose and
i gold. Ixiok where the mist is rising.
’ There Is no doubt morning is the time
i to appreciate the perfect loveliness of
I London. Late as It is. the smoke has
not had time to sully the air Do you
remember Wordsworth how do the lines
run?
" 'This city now doth like a garment wear
■ The beauty of the morning. Silent, bare,
Ships, towers, domes, theaters, and tem
ples lie.
All bright and glittering in the smokeless
air.' "
His quoting voice had a tender cadence,
like that of a woman telling fairy tales
to some loved child in the summer dusk.
As Rimington listened, to the healthy
contempt of the average male for the
poetic temperament was added an almost
overwhelming surprise that perennial
surprise that a man may smile and be a
villain
He glanced at the man at his side and
the sight of Saxe leaning there, his long
fringed eyes fixed on the distant dome
of the cathedral with an expression of
ineffable content, deepened the unnerving
sense of unreality that for hours now had
wrapped about him.
It was hard—impossible almost—to con
nect this debonnair man. whose gold-tint
ed skin showed flawless as that of a child
in lhe merciless morning light, with the
sinister figure of his thoughts—the man
who had baited that trap in Tempest
street, and. when the spring had fallen,
had brought the police clamoring about
lhe lirfrs.
But Saxe seemed superbly unconscious
of his scrutiny as be leaned there care
lessly. His fresh-colored lips moved
slowly as he tinted:
"Ne'er saw I, never felt a «alm so deep
The river glideth at his own sweet will.
"That's hardly true, perhaps." he said,
with a quick sidelook that embraced the
diminishing stream of city-bent workers
"Yet, when one looks at running water,
one seems to be within measurable dis
lance al least, of the capacity to forget.
Water and oblivion. The two seem to
run coupled together in one's thoughts,
don't they?"
The intimation implied a question, hut
Rimington was hardly conscious of it He
was debating within himself whether or
not he could broach the subject of Saxe’s
letter to himself It was obviously impos
sible to pretend that he had not received
it. Almost unconsciously his eyes sought
for and found that spot In midstream
where, a moment or two since, he bad
seen the great ruby disappear. Saxe's
■ eyes, following the direction of his glance
> Intently, narrowed a little.
To Be Continued In Next Issue.
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years old and with no thought at present of
marrying again. I was vain enough to want to
keep what figure and what good looks my
friends have been kind enough to tell me 1
have. I think any woman in my place would
have done the same thing.
ITntil then 1 had never paid much attention
to my corsets. I have even bought them in
bargain counter rushes. But now I began to
think seriously on the subject.
I read corset advertisements and literature
and I learned a lot more. I felt that well
fitting corsets were an absolute necessity and
I set out to get a pair which would help me
retain my figure. \
When I went to the corset department at the
•1. M. High Company, here in Atlanta. Io be
fitted. I learned a lot more than I had learned
in what I had read Being a newspaper writer.
I am naturally inquisitive. So I asked ques
tions and learned more about corsets in a half
hour than I had known all my life.
As a matter of fact, I was really amazed at
what is done in the way of improving the
figure by the scientific use of corsets. It seem
ed wonderful to me how my excess of figure
here and there disappeared after my measure
ments were taken and the proper size corset
had been laced on me.
While 1 was being fitted 1 had a chance to
talk to other women there for the same pur
pose and 1 was told about many women whose
figures were really transformed into beautiful,
symmetrical lines through the use of corsets
properly fitted.
Then it was, too. that I learned that a cor
respondence school education was not the only
thing which could be secured by mail For 1
found out that 1 could have secured my Kel
lermann figure through the mail if I had not
found it convenient to pay a visit tn the High
store. 1 did not know it before, but there are
hundreds of women over Georgia who regular
ly send in their measurements to the corset
department at the .1. M High Company and
receive by return mail their symmetrical fig
ures.
I don’t want to bo misunderstood as saying
that any and every woman can send her meas
urements and from $3.00 to SIO.OO to High s
for a Redfern corset and be transformed into
an Annette Kellermann. But T learned enough
to clearly show me that practically any woman
can make a decided transformation in her fig
ure by letting the corset experts at High s re
ceive their measurements by mail and send
her the proper corset.
It need not necessarily be a Redfern, al
though that was the kind 1 bought They come
at from $3.00 to SIO.OO, and I have seen women
with corsets costing $35.00 a pair who did not
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By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER.
HERE is the new pagoda umbrella
which looks tike a freak and
isn't.
You remember how hot it always
got under the dainty silk and lace par
asols of yesterday when the sun shone
and not a breath of air reached you?
The only consolation you had on a
warm day was that you were saving
your complexion and looking pic
utresque.
Well, here is a parasol with a regu
lar ventilating system, and if any kind
of breeze is blowing you will get it un
der your new sun shade.
The pagoda umbrella is built in two
stories, a small one over a sun shade
of larger size, pagoda shaped, with the
sides bent down sharply. There are a
number of small openings between the
two decks, as one might call them, and
the air can circulate inside the um
brella. which should make It popular In
the boiling months, especially on board-
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walk promenades and all other equally
warm spots.
Pagoda parasols come in all kinds
of fantastic colors and materials. The
white silk ones, heavily embroidered,
are most attractive, but black and pink
look as well as I did with t.he Redfern corset for which I paid
$6.00. There are also La Victoire, $3.00 to SIO.OO fl have a pair
of these, too); the R, & G., SI.OO to $3.50; Warner’s Rust-Proof.
SI.OO to $3.50; Thompson's Glove Eitting, SI.OO to $3.50; W. B.
corset. SI.OO to $3.50; P. N. corset. .sl-00 to $3.50; the Rengo Belt.
$2.00 and $3.00; Nemo, $3.00, $4.00’ and $5.00, and the J. M. High
Company Special at SI.OO, $1.50 and s2.no. There are also Bras
sieres at 50c and SI.OO.
These corsets have the long hip, low or medium bust and six
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ried by a girl dressed one of the quaint
fashions of the moment, and wearing
one of the new small hats, it should be
conspicuously pretty.
The aeroplane umbrella is a huge
octagon shaped thing, built to shade
the lady with the wide, flaring hat. It
is one of the hew parasols and Paris
already has stamped .it .with her full
approval. In these parasols the mode
which has tried so hard to inflict upon
us some glaring innovation in dress
consoles hejsef by radically changing
lhe contour of the old-fashioned um
brella and making it of the warmest
material —namely, velvet.
A bit of velvet will be on the para
sol to prove it is the latest thing. Some
have deep black velvet bands with
white satin tops. Others have, diamond
shaped medallions of velvet in lace
covers. Another aeropane umbrella of
black satin has a border of black vel
vet with hand-painted roses upon it.
Really, the makers' imaginations have
run riot in designing and executing
these adjuncts to the feminine summer
toilet, in shape, material and design
they are all new and at first they are
startling, but one accustoms onself to
everything, and soon we shall see noth
ing extraordinary in a two-story or
even a three-story sunshade.
The handles of these parasols often
1 hose supporters. ■■■■h
The time may . _
come w hen neces-
sdty will compel '''lf
me to get corsets ntvlljL ■" ( ft I
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fitted, a good fig \
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poor figure can m- _
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a good one. I'rom ——
w hat I saw and ... 1 -gRB*
heard on my cor- n
set-buying trip. I I illMlSßfe • 'WgMEk j
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seting an absolute necessity. The frocks of sim- I I tlMggK
pliclty which are in vogue, made of flimsy—al- 1 I I SgE||&|L -
'most transparent—textures, demand good cor- I / '
seting If my corset does not fit well, my frock I I lOjlwlife x
Is ruined. And it's the same with any other I I rga||HMfe ’■ ' s z< ■
woman If the corset fits for a few days and / I | aioaSEjk
then loses its shape, the result is the same. My / I fl
R*dfern has always been satisfactory and none I /
of mv frocks have been ruined. 1.1 jM
lill
other women know as welt as I do that a
very long skirt w ith low top must have a flexi- •“ (<KI A |BEjMa| jflp,
tile corsrt to give the long, graceful, snug-fitting ygyjj
•ffect. Ellasticiiv in a corse, gives the figure SMB
the lines that fashion demands. And maybe . pMB 3k;
some will think me foolish, but 1 would as soon /
be nut of a job as out of fashion Tlp're are I I
thousands of other women just like I am. and / iKi?
that's why 1 am telling them how to be in sash I ~
lon and be able to Improve their figures by mat! I
And it's all so simple, too. They showed me I ’«?/*&•» (’A
at High’s how they could receive by mail the \ ~~— • '43MHBg£’
hip. bust and waist measurements and be able -— SBL ■
in a few minutes to have the proper corset ‘
ready to mail to the purchaser. It .surprised me WTO
to know how many women do this. The cost '{gaggl : liM
is trifling. Each purchaser incloses w ith the HBKg:ji ■■
price of rhe corset 20 cents postage for each T|:V| aHg
corset or 25 cents if the corset Is mailed in a
box. And. if desired, the purchase may be in- SEND jEK
sured for 3 cents up to a $5.00 corset and 5 cents
for over that amount. All of which is consider- Your Hip, Bust mHb» 11
ably cheaper titan buying railroad tickets. In r
.'tlw- w ilds, when I happen to tie away from and Waist meas- ,
Atlanta tnis summer and med a new corset. 1 moments to the
can set.d the High store $6.30 and get another JMflfl
Redfern like the one 1 am wearing and know j ■c. High t'o. E
that I will get it safely and that it will fit . . " Sash »■
of course It must be fine to J>e like Annette Atlanta, together lit
Kellermann with a figure as shown in the pho- with the price of ftW ''
tograph of her here, but we all can't get that A-** 3 ’ 1
figure by years of training and exercise. There the < orset you
are lots of us. however, who can compare favor- desire Include
ably with her on the street if we will pay a lit- fljflflMF
tie Htt-ntion to our corseting. After my littl* postage and re-
study into the question of corsets. I know of . <
very thin and quite stout women who present teive y t u n i
beautiful figures on the street. mail an / \ '. W
And they didn't get those figures by years of vvtrr \ A
physical culture training and exercise IMPROV ED
They got them by mail from the ,1. M Hign FIGURE. T.
Company In Atlanta at from $1 no to SIO.OO per 'Vr
beautiful fig-ure. ▼
Little Things That Count
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
I do believe the common man's
task is the hardest. The hero has
the hero's inspiration that lifts him
to his labor. All great duties are
easier than the little ones, though
they cost far more blood and agony.
—Philip Brooks.
THE story Is told that at a grea.t
revival a little serving maid
arose to her feet and confessed
Christ.
She wanted to be a better girl, she
said, and at subsequent meetings.she
testified that she was better; that she
knew it. and felt it.
“How do you know you are better
than you were?” asked the great leader
of the service, expecting a far different
answer than the one he got.
The little maid hesitated. Then she
looked down at the floor, and in a voice
that was scarcely audible, she said, not
without some pride; "I sweep under the
mats!”
The great leader.was a student of the
human heart. He didn't belittle her
proof that her soul had been saved. He
recognized in her awakening desire to
do well all the little common deeds of
life, and ambition greater than some far
greater personages have ever known.
Do you sweep under the mats? The
question is not asked in its literal sense,
for there are many women and girls
who have tasks to perform which do
not include acquaintance with a broom
handle.
But there are mats in every walk of
life, and they must be swept under if
we do our duty to ourselves, and to
those above us.
The girls W'ho read this all have some
work to perform. I am truly sorry for
them if they haven't, for it is the
greatest incentive recreation knows,
and the greatest comfort sorrow can
call to its relief.
Every work, no matter if it be trivial
or onerous, if It be trifling or important,
should be done well. Doing it well
means there should be no neglect where
neglect might not be apparent.
The task becomes one of dignity if it
is well done. It dignifies and honors
the laborer. An important task that is
slighted does him dishonor.
cost a small fortune. One of solid
gold, supposed to have,been In the pos
session of Marie Antoinette, is a speci
men of beautiful filigree work; an
other of carved ivory and for the rest
tortoise shell, coral, amethyst, agate
and crystal or mental and ivory inlaid
with precious stones, bring the bill for
the summer parasol up into a small
fortune.
It is a proof that some one put a trust
in him which he has never deserved.
No one. to go back to the broom
which figured in the little maids testi
mony. ever climbed to greater tasks by
doing indifferent and careless sweep
ing of the steps as he climbed.
It is the little task well done that,
makes greater tasks possible. And it
is with the greater tasks there come
greater responsibilities and greater re
wards.
Even in the matter of attire, girls
should remember what this little maid,
said.
It isn’t enough to have pretty clothes,
a good appearance on Hie outside.
There must be neatness underneath.
If this little maid had polished the
floor carefully, not lifting the mats, but
working around them, and a careless
step had revealed the dust underneath,
the sight would not be more shocking
than one seen on the streets every
day.
A girl appears with her dress, her
hat, her gloves, her shoes in perfect
order and neatness. A wind blow's her
dress and reveals a frayed skirt un
derneath. Or there hangs below that
perfectly kept dress-skirt a binding of
her petticoat.
She was thinking only of outward
show when she dressed. She forgot
one thing that is more important, and
that is neatness all the way through.
She didn't "sweep under the mats"
to quote the little serving maid.
Better a dress not so expensive, and
a little money left to buy neat looking
skirts underneath. Better good, strong
lisle hose that will wear than silk
hose that may be in good condition in
the morning, and that may have holes
in the heels by night.
Better an inexpensive glove that
can be replaced w hen worn out than a
costly glove with holes in the fingers.
Better common buttons, and every
one on. than expensive ones that Can't
well be replaced when one drops off.
Better a hat that will stand the
storms than a costly one that goes to
pieces in the first shower, and that
must be worn the rest of the season
because it cost so much the wearer
can't afford another.
Better always neatness than a style,
too costly to maintain in perfect order.
In dress, as in work, the importance
of little details, the value of order and
neatness, even where order and neat
ness may make no showing, must never
be overlooked.
Remember the little maid who swept
under the mats; she was neat where
neatness was not apparent' to the cas
ual glance, and there is no greater proof
of faithfulness, order or ability.