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THE GEO IS GUAM'S MAGAZINE'PAGE What Is a Sign of Love? By BEATRICE FAIRFAX WHAT do you think Is a sign that love has come'’ You have an opinion, and. without a shadow of doubt, it is based on experience Looking back to that experience, would you say the writer of this letter is in love’ "1 am a youth, and considered good looking by the fair sex I think I am in Jove with a girl, but she seems to be indifferent to me. 1 think of her day and night. Is that a sign that I love her?” I say it is To dream of a girl all night, and think of her ali dav is con clusive proof of love. Os no one in the world does a man think so con stantly except of the girl he loves. There are also other signs, many o< them more convincing He sees nr fault in the girl He Is never with het so long at a time that he has had a surfeit of her society. The hours fly when with her, and drag when away. The only happiness he knows when they are apart is count ing the time when he will be with her again. He has no hopes that are not cen tered around her. He can imagine no joy that is independent of her texlst ence, and. if trouble comes to hlrn, his first thought is of the effect ft may have on her He wants to shield her He longs for the right to protect her from every adverse wind that blows He regards money as only a means for making life pleasant for her; he counts all his friends of no value unless they are also friendly to her. He Hat All the Symptoms. The signs of love are legion, but this young man has the one that is unmis takable In the constant thinking of her will originate every dream for her. every hope for her, every ambition. He continues: "She is very popular among the boys. and she treats them all as she treats me A friend of mine saw her once, and now he is apparently smitten with her Would you consider that a cause of breaking off my friend ship with him. or would you step aside and let him have her?" Ah. here is a sign that doesn't point to genuine love. No real lover enter tains the thought of "letting" some other man have the girl he loves. If the most peacable man in the worlds every drop of blood in his veins becomes fighting blood at such a pros pect. "Let” him have her! Not if con stant devotion, if patience, If a fight for every inch of ground with every weapon love calls its own can win her! The man who steps meekly tside in such a contest is one of love's molly coddles. He has water in his veins, and lukewarm water at that. He will never win anything he wants in life, for the reason that there is always some other man w ho wants the same thing He will find there are others who want what he wants in every walk in life If be will meekly give up a light for the girl he loves, he will more meekly surrender the round of the lad der he has reached because some other man wants it. He will get nowhere. Indeed, I doubt if he will ever start, for even at the starting pttint there are always others who want to have their turn with thelt toes on the line. A Spineless Love. He loves this girl. (K this there is no doubt. But it is a weak, spineless sort of affection, the kind that clings without giving support, the kind that drags and pulls down. If he goes to her and says, as he has said to me in effect: "I love you. 1 think of you by day and by night An. other man loves you. Shall I step aside and let him have you"" If he says that, and she has the sense she needs for her own protec tion. she Will tell him it Is not In his power to "let" any man have her. That is within no one's power but her own But 'if he feels that way about it. she will add. with acorn, he need neve: attempt to see her again. Then she will regard him as a closed incident: a book that has bem read and that left a disagreeable impres sion. Indisputable! Lady—Are you sure this is Ceylon tea ? 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And once or twice the “THE GATES OF SILENCE" * « By SA?i^ INS Already Condemned, Already tried and condemned, this man of whom Fate had made so terrible a catspaw! Before Rlmingtnn’s eyes there rose a contrasting picture a picture seen from the threshold of a room framed by a doorway, the picture of a white-faced girl holding a knife, and at her fret the huddled body of a man, while behind her on the table heaped jewels winked with multi-colored fire in the lamplight. This man he ha<l seen led out of court, this man already condemned b\ public opinion, was innocent; he (.lark Riming ton) knew that beyond any shadow of doubt The man was Innocent, and only ho knew, and only he could proclaim his inno<-en<'e The beads of cf>ld sweat stood out on Rlmlngton’s brow, for ail the sultry heat of the August day Mr. Levasseur's Ambassador. There was a room In the Croft, a long, low room, with a French window that gave oil to a delicious bit of garden a trifle neglected, perhaps, for Sir George’s tastes ran to the formal, and this nook of overhanging trees with grasj; plats lacing the Irregular flower beds was far from that, but only sufficiently neglected to enhance its charm that had been the school room in the days when the Miss Lumsdens shared a governess Before her marriage it had been Edith’s special sanctum, and because of this, on her visits home, it was still assigned to her especial use. Bera she had passed man.'. many hap py hours in the days of her girlhood, and the old w’alls seemed tn hold a thousand memories for her. Why can the happi ness of girlhood not stay with us for ever? During the last few days had been grateful for this place of sanctuary; and for the unspoken agreement between her husband and herself that respected a de sire for solitude when evinced by a with draw al to such a special "den. ’ She simply refused to allow herself to think •f Vnfhony’s boredom; It was better that he should be bored than disillusioned b\ any display of temper, and she had not found herself capable of the self-control necessary for spending long hours in his < ompany during this time of mental stress Her nerves were out of order. She pleaded headache, and Betty s ill ness was enough excuse for her deadly fit of the blurs " But It was a state of affairs that could not last long, she realized that Barring ton was not the man to endure the dis comforts of a protracted residence at an inn so primitive as the Weybourne Arms, where he bad insisted on remaining, 'ory oj Love, Mystery and Hate, with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars though Sir George had urged him to come to the Croft. Only that morning he had been pleading with her to cut .her visit short and return with him. for what was left <f the summer, to their villa at Au- H"'.il, and to bring Betty with her, that the girl might he placed under the care of one of the great mental specialists. Tragedy In the Air. "You know Hardinge is one 'of the dear est old chaps going, but a bit' of a fossil, and. in my opinion, there's not a man in London can touch the Frenchmen where diseases of the brain and nerves are con cerned. You must leave this place. The atmosphere of the house is deadly, Edith," he said. "There's tragedy In the air of it. You may talk of shock if you will, hut It's nn belief that Betty's illness is not the result of any great sudden shock, hut merely the culmination of the dally blud geoning of sensitive nerves that existence with your father means. You'll be break Ing down next. Be sensible, my dear girl, make arrangements for getting away, for if you won't I'll take you by force " No; ver> clearly it was not possible for her to hope for any long continuance of Anthony's patience. She stood up. shedding the newspapers that had lain upon her lap about her. those newspapers, in which she had been reading a description of the result of the inquest rwMr Eitzstephen, and went over to the window Although consciously she saw nothing of what her eyes rested on. insensibly the cool grays and greens of the garden spaces soothed her nerves The day itself was a day of balm after the long weeks of brazen glory-a day of gray stillness with a soft, low sky massed by fleecy clouds Betty's Plight. Anthony was in London. Sir George was shut up in his own apartments I'p stalrs in the blue and white bed room, under the picture of the Vitlful Shepherd. Betty was sleeping She selpt a great deal, as though In things physical as well as mental she were reverting to the Con dition of a child. Edith Barrington’s eves tilled with a •tinging rush of tears, the thought of ,Betti was unendurable It was like living with the corpse of some one you had loved and murdered That was what she felt that it was by her action this misfortune that seemed so much worse than death had come upon the girl who was so dear tn her Eor days past Mrs. Barrington's brain had seemed numb, a dark, fear-bound place, across which fugitive thoughts flashed with a grim suggestion Thoughts of the slip of paper that had dropped from Betty's ym onsclous clasp; of those Strang.- faltered words. "There's blood on mi hands'” of that hush nionei that had come to her so mysteriously on the morning following Betty's return. Sug gestions coupling her sister with the sin ister happenings in that houSe where Ed moud laivasseur had been caught, a mur derer. "red-handed. " but .now this after noon the power for collected thought re turned In some part to her Standing there by the window she tried to focus facts to make plans It was almost impossible to do that The element of uncertainty was too great. Blocking the way was alwa.vs that aw ful posslblllt' that l.avasseur. e'en now, when he had nothing to gain by speech, might, for al! that. Impelled by a Samson like desire to involve others In his ruin make all the tFaglc story public And money. not even that money that lay locked away in her Jewel case, even if she dare use it, could silence him If he wisl-et} to speak Was he guiitt " She strove to sift the evidence she had read so carefully In the many papers that lay scattered about her. ami alwa'S the dominant impression In her mind was one in Lavaeseur s favor He was not th.c man to do murder from motives of then. And if he were not guilty! With a little cry she put up her hands to her face, the thought was tor» horri ble. The man had t'-eated her shameful ly. yet she had loved him on»-e -or thought she did If he were not guilty. If behind that veil that had fallen on Betty’s senses the girl had some grim knowledge that might save a man from the gallows! She pressed her hands tightly against her eyes, as though to shut out these thoughts that had, the vividness of things seen. A knotfk at the door that she did hot hear, ant? a servant came in 'With a salver in her hand on which lay a visiting card The entrance of the girl roused Mrs. Barrington; she turned sharply, and be fore the maid could speak had made a gesture of refusal to so much as look at the card. A Strange Caller. "I can see no one. Vane. You ought to have known that. I told you I did not wish to be disturbed.” It was so unusual for her to speak in such a manner that the girl's surprise showed in her face. "I am sorry, madame; but the gentle man was very urgent. He said he wished to see you on a matter of great impor tant business, and that you would not refuse If you saw hjs card.” Edith's heart stood still with a curious premonition of evil. She took the card with shaking fingers The name con veyed nothing to her—James Bradford— and in the corner. Messrs. Bradford &• Speirs, Solicitors. Lincolns Inn Fields. James Bradford! Instantly her mind coupled the name with the clerkly writ ing that had be*n on the envelope which inclosed the hush money of two thou sand pounds. She twisted the cArd nerv ously in her fingers; as she did so a single word, penciled faintly on the back, caught her attention —"Queenle.” "Queenle!" That was the name that, in those far-off. unhappy days, the man now lying in prison had been fond of calling her with teasing attention. Queenle! What did it mean? Her hand closed on the fragment of cardboard con vulsively. ”1 will see the gentleman here.” she said, and there was some thing in her voice and look that quickened the surprise in the parlor maid's heart. There was no trace of agitation in Mrs Barrington's bearing when presently Janies Bradford was shown into the sit ting room. She looked at him with un compromising directness, and invited him to state h*s business, which he was in no way re'ictant to do. "I have called on behalf of our client, Edmond Levasseur,” he said, with brisk directness. "Edmond Levasseur!” The interrogative surprise in Mrs. Bar rington's voice was admirable Mr James Bradford, look'ing at her with a certain admiration In his eyes, which were small and keen and rimmed faintly with red, like a ferret s, conceded so much in his mind He hardly knew what manner of woman he had expected to see when he set forth on this errand: certainly not one tn tile least like this who confronted him now. tall and white and slim, with a sug gestion "f scorn in her bearing, of which W A ISE the cover from a fgV\ 1 Ol steaming dish of FAUST ! NLW \ W SPAGHETTI and watch the B ||L smile run 'round the table. To I i keep the family smiling, repeat li f °f ten - V 'A MNk In 5c uni 10tt »onhagt>» Ul II K. 1 at your grocar’a. Il > | Ehu MAULL BROS. St. Lonls, Me. V I IU ( ~—- ———■ —?£SS&OLJ' i TOO MANY BEAUX. chap that went over the hills and far away was the one of all others that the girl I know wanted to have stay. But she was trying to handle too big a thing —trying to make sugar pie. And you know what a mess you'd get there. Try ing to eat all the bananas there are just because she loves ’em! And I know what woe there is in that. For I did it once. he quite rightly judged her to be uncon scious. "Ah, the name is doubtless very famil iar to you, madam,” he said, in his smooth voice. "It is regrettably before the pub lic at present As you are no doubt aware, oiir client has been arrested on a very grave charge. He has instructed Us to brief counsel on his behalf ” “Yes?”' Edith queried, faintly. She had not yet asked the man to sit down—not out of any rudeness, but out of sheer forgetfulness. She herself. however, sank Into a chair, and felt*a swift relief thrill her; her limbs had been trembling horribly, like those of a woman about to fall. What did these smooth words her ald? What infamy did the man in prison meditate? "I have certainly read of Mr Levasseur's case in the paper,” she said. ’"I fail, however, to see—” The Inquisitor. “How it concerns you?” Mr Bradford's tone was exceedingly pleasant, a little too conversational, per haps. for the part for which he was dressed so well. Ha even permitted him self to smile faintly, and it was a smile that jarred with his professional appear ance. his scrupulous collar and black tie. his decent suit of black, and the well brushed but far from new silk hat that reposed on the table by his side. Mrs. Barrington, looking at him with fascinated eyes, felt inspired by an al most nauseating sensation of fear and disgust This man—how much did he know? Was It the extent of his knowl edge that caused him to smile so hate fully? She had a horrible vision of Levas seur. dead yet still speaking. having handed on the flaming torch of blackmail to Mr. James Bradford, of Lincoln's inn. *'Ae a matter of fact, speaking In con fidence —and you know that a solicitor Is sort of a legal father confessor —we know that Mr. Levasseur’s case affects you very intimately,” the man continued. “Mr. Levasseur has Instructed us to ap ply to you for the funds necessary—the somewhat ample funds necessary—for the proper conduct of his defense." “To me?” Mrs. Barrington gasped. For the moment she was startled out of all semblance of composure by this de mand that seemed so preposterous, so impossible to fulfill. The funds necessary for the defense in a big criminal trial! He might as well have asked her for the sun out of heaven. For a moment she utterly forgot those notes lying In her locked jewel case upstairs. She only thought of herself, of what in truth she ■was. seeing that terror prevented her from so much as using one of those notes, the pampered, penniless wife of a wealthy but jealous man "To you. madam.” returned Mr Brad ford. with a bow The Trap. "But this is preposterous." she said, in an agitated voice. “He must be mad.” Her voice trailed off Indistinctly; her slim fingers twisted and untwisted »h» delicate fabric of her handkerchief unmer- cifally. Mr Bradford said nothing for a mo ment. but he fixed his small, bright eves upon her. and the effect of his glance was singularly disconcerting To Be Continued Tomorrow /j > JWfo" is ANTY L//* drudge \ Anty Drudge and the Youngwifes. Mr. Youngwife.— “Does Skoodums want to dink out of Dada's coffee tup?” Mrs. Youngwife —“Oh, Lovey, he’s spilled that coffee on himself. That’s the twenty-eighth little frock he's just ruined. Those stains don’t come out.” Anty Drudge— “Oh, yes, they will, Mrs. Youngwife. Just you use Fels-Naptha in cool or lukewarm water, and you’ll have no trouble in keeping little Napoleon's frocks clean and white.” A friend that will save you three fourths the work and all the drudgery of washing is a friend indeed. Fels-Naptha is that friend. Bring it into your laundry and kit chen, give it a chance to do the work you've been pounding out by main strength, and Fels-Naptha will be your close friend not for a month or a year, but for life. Fels-Naptha saves you not only work and time, both summer and winter, but makes your clothes sweeter and cleaner, preserves them, makes them wear longer. It saves you the coal or gas necessary to heat water and boil the clothes, as Fels-Naptha does its cleansing in cool or lukewarm water. All that’s necessary on your part is to follow the easy directions printed on the red and green wrapper. Advice to the Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. DID YOU ASK A QUESTION? Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young man 21 years of age. and while at a dance I fell in love with a girl of nineteen, and every .time we go to a’danee she seems to take a fancy to every’ fellow she meets. I told her I loved her, and she gave me no answer. P. F. When you told her you loved her, was that all? Didn't you ask her to be your wife? The statement that you love her doesn't demand an answer. I have a notion she shows interest in other men just to tease you. YOU OWE HIM AN APOLOGY. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a girl of 17 and deeply in love w ith a boy who is two years my senior. Now. I heard that he has broken friend ship with me because I gave away something he gave to me H. S. S. The men. my dear, demand apprecia. tion, and are hurt and resentful when they fail to get it. Os course he got cross when he learned you gave his gifts away. MaJce him an apology, but don't cringe before his wrath or make your apology too humble. You were thoughtless, but you have committed no crime. HE EVIDENTLY CARES A LITTLE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a young lady 20 years of age. and in love with a young man two years my senior. This gentleman calls on me twice a week, and has been coming to the house for the past six months. Sometime? he acts as though he did not care for me, and other times as if he does. B. R. Unless he cared some for you he would not have called twice a week for six months. Don't make the mistake of demanding that a sweetheart be al ways on his knees He has other in terests in life, remember, and I am sure love will thrive stronger and last long er if not on constant parade. Be sen sible. my dear, and keep your love tor him in control. ONLY ONE WAY. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am deeply in love with a girl of about the same age as myself. I have not spoken to her about my love, al though 1 believe she knows I love her. I do not think she cares much for me, because when I ask her to go to differ ent places with me. she does not seem to care much about going. Could you please tell me how I could find out if she loves me? F. R. J. There is only one way: Ask her! And remember, the love that is dis closed without asking, and won with out wooing, isn't worth much.