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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 . . - - - - ■ — ! " * 3 C 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. ’ / - 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 - ■.. -- ■■ -y - s." - - .Z-z-Z- z. - Z zsz .Z - z - -SZ' -ZZZZ—ZZZZZZ-Z—. Z . ZZ-Z-Z ZZ —ZZ-Z-z^- - .-.-Zzzzz | Freaks of Fashion -Si . - ■ w > liil hjwWS //MjflMMr *-7< $$ /' .< 8 '4BP!zz-Swß ‘ #" ‘ 88/( JBl ! Itf - JWy/jjL, ■F<C TrviK - jew. tl’o® W7 l£ \ WHIf m h O i i I! WW MB 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- rillirW > \\‘ *’‘ nIJ UI \v«♦ J111!f! f z r-* Wil q/7 CALLED A FREAK—BUT SENSIBLE 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 The Proper Fitting of the Proper Corset {if j dCgK) WSk ’ wM & \ \ •, F ' pl CT <’) i. 1 ' 1 /I '■ \1 vP This shows the wide space at Ad|u«t In this way over the th* back » abdomen. ink rl |\ PM'' - I H V / \ v Ki 6 Draw, ths laces over the skirt Disoese o< Gees by tucking In portion, at the center. ones deserve a word of praise. Car 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 In a ba'gain rush «A1 ’■ \X I 13m befo’ e I d". I */S *fcflßMßk \\J I ~HI econmniz' I > A s m Mth'-I ways ano I gn mte.-i : . I ' w ith a good ,or I set Sime r'nee\- I peri'-m • I have / T had after my / friend told me I I 1 • ’IMk was gel ting / MKK "’'“WWIi T®. A/*-..-' ' 1 / jjKSiW y » -.'a. ' mg l -• t flgui’ / . . iat aiiui : tat with t IBS- the aid of mop.' I r ■ oisetc mopero I H fitted, a good fig \ 'tie tn iv be in.- X i proved upon and a t-j vowWW J poor figure can m- _ transformed into \ ‘ lyr - k,. • ~*yip 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 am Inclined to believe it'sf nearly all in the cor- I / ' "* 4 ijßffilßri set anyway. I I ' And lhe styles this summer make proper cor- j I IMmMB: '■ ?? tjgl’ 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.