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“The Gates of Silence”
A STORY OF LOVE. MYSTERY AND HATE, WITH A THRILLING FOR
TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS.
TODAY ’S INSTALLMENT.
’ was in the nature of a grievance to
“Uts. Ames that her lodger had not. as
ne had stated his intention of doing, va
cated his rooms some ten days buck. His
loans’ had been changed suddenly, and he
had become "that mopey," as she said to
-Ames in the privacy of the basement, that
for "all that up till then this talk 'ad
bin of the good luck as was a-comin' to
'lm, it’s my belief that the young chap's
bin losin’ money—on that there horse
racin', and as like as not we ll stand to
lose our rent."
All these thoughts seemed epitomized in
the look she cast at-Rimington as she
>poke.
"Yes, it seems too bad to have been
'orced to lose so much glorious river
weather," Rimington said, "but 1 shall
be going down to Weybourne this after
noon.”
lie was thankful for the shrill summons
from the bowels of the basement that
cut short the landlady's voluble expres
sions of gratification and hurried her
•way.
Certainly it was no desire that had
kept him mewed up in London. Business
called him most insistently to Westport—
business that it was not possible to con
duct adequately over the telephone. It al
most seemed as though all his rosy hopes
In the matter of the explosive might be
doomed to disappointment: but he had
simply not dared to leave London while
Edmond Levasseur. Fate's catpaw, lay
under the shadow of the rope. Tie seemed
bound by a horrible fascination to remain
to watch the changing dance of shadow's
wind their way about the maze of mys
tery surrounding the house in Tempest
street
The Spell Broken.
Rut now the call of duty had broken
the spell that held him. His uncle was
ill. dying perhaps. Mrs. Rimington's mes
sage ran. and they both needed him. So
today he would go back to the old Red
Mouse by the river, which he had not
visited since the day lie had asked Betty
Lumsden to be his wife. And there he
would be at least near to the girl he
loved —the girl who saw in him now only
the boy comrade of ten years before.
He had a curious superstitious feeling
that it was by the very direct interven
tion of Fate that he was going back to
AVeybourne today.
Maj- and night lie had been fighting his
desire to go down and see Betty again;
to go down, not because he loved her, not
because she was sore stricken and needed
his love and help more than ever now:
no—Heaven help him!—not because of
that, but because of the dread, that bad
been growing vampire-like In his heart,
that somewhere in one of those brain cells
over which this terrible veil of childish
forgetfulness bail crept in a night, like
tho white veiling mists from the sea,
there lay knowledge that could save a
man. who, whatever his sins, was at least
Innocent of murder, from the gallows
If only Betty could speak! If only the
veil could be lifted! The wheels of the
train, running through the scorched coun
try. beat out these sentences like a bur
den and a refrain. If only Betty. could
speak.
His aunt met him at the white gate of
the garden, a little white wicket gate,
half-hidden beneath a mass of overhang
ing greenery and flowering shrubs.
The rank vegetation of a riverside over
grew the footpath. His progress from the
station had been through a miniature
jungle. It was like finding one's way to
the entrance of the palace of the Sleep
ing Beauty, he told the pale little lady
who offered her cheek to him in greeting.
"You are fantastic, Jack.” Her voice
was as colorless as her face, and yet
managed to convey reproof. "I am aware
how' sadly the garden is neglected: but,
in the present state and condition of your
uncle’s income, it is not possible for us
to keep things as one wmuld wish they
should be kept. 1 regret that reproach
should come from you."
"Reproach! .Aunt Deb!" Jack's voice
■was full of honest distress. "Indeed, you
mustn’t think that 1 was complaining, for
1 simply love the place. I wouldn’t have
it altered in the smallest particular. It
Is as dear to me as it is to you—you know
that well enough."
The little lady smiled primly as lie put
his arm through hers, hut he was never
thoroughly at ease under her smiles.
They seemed so aloof —to be directed by
some unspoken thought, not always to
the credit of her companion.
He felt something of the same feeling
when she thanked him for responding to
her appeal to visit his uncle.
A Dreaded Meeting.
"Your- uncle will be glad to know you
arc in the house."
That was all but it was said in such a
tone that Rimington felt he would have
preferred reproach for his unwonted ab
sence.
His aunt's manner quickened his dread
of the coining interview with his uncle—
always a difficult old man, and in the sick
room well nigh unbearable. But today he
found him less acrid and bitter than usual;
Pavid Rimington bad been chastened by
two days and two wakeful nights of pain.
"You've come,” he said. "Well, one
must, be obliged. I suppose." His thin lips
curved a little. "One must be obliged,
since youth is not what it was; youth
knows nothing of the obligations of duty.
And now. having appeared and paid your
respects to the tiresome old folk, you'll
be wanting to rush out and visit our neigh
bors at the Croft ? Well, go: perhaps you
may prove a more welcome visitor there
than sometimes you have done. There
are odd rumors about the folk there; and
in these past days I have dreamed dreams
about proud George Lumsden and his
beautiful daughter. Pride goes before a
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John. God resisteth the proud and giveth
grace to the bumble, I who speak to you
should know that."
There was a curious proud humility in
his words that gave something almost of
fensive to their tone. He said no more.
Jack Rimington. with a strange sinking of
the heart, stod for a moment or two al the
foot of the great carved bed, looking ai
the shrunken face that lay yellow against
the snow of the pillow.
"What do you mean, uncle?" he asked
at last.
But 1 (avid Rimington’s eyes did not un
close. He appeared to have fallen asleep.
Jack would have liked to have put
some question to Mrs. Rimington as to the
meaning of his uncle's strange words, but
she had never appeared so unapproachable
for the most part, during the dinner that
was" served with a solemn state in the
beautiful paneled dining room, whose win
dows looked on to the garden and the
stretch of the river, she was silent. Her
few words were entirely of the past—of a
season she had spent as a girl in Vienna
of the gay, light wickedness of the city,
that even now had left its glamor of fas
cinated horror over her mind.
A Strange Vision.
After dinner, when she went to her
husband s room. Rimington made his es
cape. He felt like a prisoner released as
be sauntered through the dewy garden
and out on to the path by the river.
The night was very quiet. Although
it was nearly 9 o'clock, it was twilight
still—a shimmering, gray light, star-pow
dered, hung over the river that reflected
it like a winding ribbon of glass. From
the ascending woods on the bank beyond
there came at intervals the faint cheep
,cheep of a night bird, and. save for that
sound, the world seemed given up to him
self alone. He stood still. looking down
at the slow-moving water, held fast in
the grip of so gray a misery that he
turned from the contemplation of the
river with a sort of shrinking horror.
As he turned he saw the flutter of a
white dress along the footpath at some
distance ahead of him. Perhaps it was
the association of Ideas; he had so often
seen the flutter of Betty's dress among
the trees at this very spot and followed
It as a signal. But he seemed now to
know beyond doubt that this moving fig
ure was Betty. She walked swiftly and
yet uncertainly, pausing now and again
hesitatingly, as though she sought for
something by the water, for some thing or
some place.
For a moment Rimington's heart stilled.
AVbat did she seek? His mind w r as quick
to leap to the first morbid suggestion.
He dreaded some rash act contemplated,
and. hurrying, gained on her. As he
reached her he saw’ her stoop down, kneel
by the shelving bank of the river, and
plunge her hands and something they held
Into the gray water.
For a couple of seconds Rimington stood
motionless, watching Betty as she
crouched there by the edge of the water.
The girl was absorbed in herself and her
action: it was obvious that she did nnt so
much as thing of an observer. He could
see her in profile very distinctly, although
the gray light and the shifting shadows
gave a certain unreality, a look of mys
tery, to the slim, white-clad figure: he
could see the expression of her face, the
new look that had come to her with this
illness—a bewildered look Tike that of a
child who has strayed into a new. inex
plicable world.
What was she doing? Just for a mo
ment he wondered if he had happened
on some action of self-revelation, and
even as he wondered the girl rose up from
her half crouching position, and he saw
the.thing she held. Only a dripping hand
kerchief with which she feverishly, rubbed
her hands, uttering a little moaning cry
as she did so. It was a thing too bitter
to be borne in silence, that cry Tie made
a step forward.
"Betty!" he said.
She started at the sound of his voice
and turned quickly. He saw i+iat her
face lit up at the sight of him -not with
the love-light he had learned lately
to surprise in her eyes, but a naive, child
ish pleasure.
“Why, Jack!" she cried. Then, as
though she remembered her dripping
hands and some secret connected with
the sodden handkerchief they held, a fur
tive look crept over her face like a cloud.
“What are you doing out here at this
time, you bad boy?” she demanded. "It's
ever so late. Isn't it? I say!" she paused
and looked at him with the mimicry of
childishness that, if it had not been so
infinitely pathetic, would have been gro
tesque., "You won't tell T’ldith you met
me here, will you? She’s grown so tire
some lately- dreadfully mollycoddling”
A Suspicion.
Il was all so unreal that for a. moment
a suspicion that the girl was playing a
part gripped Rimington. It was gone in
a moment, leaving behind a sting of
shame that he could ever have enter
tained it.
"No. I won't split on a pal Bui what
are you up to?” he said coaxingly. Then,
as she shook her head with a frightened
look, he added, carelessly: “It's awfully
jolly out here in this light, isn't it? The
river is like a mirror. I say, J guess w hat
you were doing. Betty! Looking at your
self in the water, like that silly individual
who fell in love with his own reflection—
what's his name?"
He paused on the question Betty gave
a child's frank laugh.
“Fell in love with his reflection\ what
a frightful idiot! I wasn't doing any
thing so silly -you will never guess what
I was doing." Her voice sank and she
crept nearer to Idm. "Washing my
hands: they’re so horribly stained, and I
can't get them clean, however hard I
try. I can'll I can’t!" The childish pet
ulance in her voice deepened to a note of
tragedy. She looked down at her hands
and began again that feverish rubbing
with the sodden handkerchief she held.
Rimington slipped his arm around her
shoulder.
"Poof old girl!" he said, and wondered
that his voice could sound as it did, care
less, half-contemptuotis, like a boy’s
voice, w hile all the time his lover's heart
bled for this pass to which she had come
"What's I ho matter with your bands, any
way? They seem all right. Been trying
to dye Nimslil again?”
He held his breath as he waited for the
answer to the question that seemed to him
to have cotnc by an inspiration, for the
episode to which ii referred belonged not
to the clilllsh pasl In which they were
masquerading but to that present from
which she han slipped, and concerned not
an action of their own. but that of a child
ish visitor to the Croft who had been dis
covered endeavoring to dye Nimshi. the
white cot. green Thq defence had been
ingenious, being based on the grounds
that green as a protective color was an
improvement on Nature, and would enable
the <at to stalk its prey among the un
dergrowth with a greater regre? of secur
ity. But It had not sufficed to save the
culprit from chastisement at the hands < I
Sir George. w*‘* ..silked little boys and
adored Ills cai.
To Be Continued Tomorrow
The Right Road to Health By Annette Kellermann
How Housework. Intelligently Done. Will (jive You a Good Figure
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LAST Winter when 1 took an apart
ment in New York everybody
thought, of course, I wSs going
to have a maid. 1 have a theater maid,
naturally, but she has all she can
do to attend to my costumes, which,
while they may not seem to require
much attention, nevertheless take up
all of her time.
"No. indeed. I’m not going to have
a maid,” I announced calmly. "I need
the extra exercise of housework. "
There was a general ha-ha at my
expense, but 1 knew what I was about.
Housework Is tine exercise if you
‘ know how to do it right, and I’ve al
ways done a good real of it, and been
none the worse for It.
First of all. of course, it depends
upon your bouse whether you are go
ing to enjoy your work, or find it bur
densome and unhealthy.
Ry house 1 mean apaitmejtt, or one
room in a lodging house, or a four
story dwelling, or whatever the place
is that you call home.
Costs a Lot.
Most of us fill our .houses with use
less truck, for which we . never have
any real need, and which usually costs
a lot of monet in the beginning, and
much more to keep clean
The Japanese seem to me to Irave
worked out the most perfect plan for
their homes. Everything they possess
is necessary, ami every necessary thing
is beautiful, artistic and valuable. If
you will go over your home and elim
inate everything that you. have no use
for. and everything that is not beauti
ful, the daily care of what, is left will
be excellent exercise for you. and it
won't take you long to do it.
1 like to do tny own housework,
because 1 am exceedingly fussy about
having things perfectly clean, and I
hate dust. •
Now. I have watched the ordinary
houseworkcr perform the da lit chore
of dusting, jind I can't sa.v that she
does it scientifically or successfully.
She is too much like the stage maid,
who is always laced Into a very tight
fining dress, with a little bit of a white
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ajtron about the size of a doily and a
large lace cap. who goes up and down
the stage flirting a feather duster
around the legs of ttie gilt furniture,
while she sings a merry song without
looking at what she's doing.
Dust that is dislodged with a
feather duster simply goes and settles
somewhere else. Usually it settles in
your own lungs, A nice, healthy place,
isn’t it? When 1 do my dusting every
window is wide open, my hair is tied
up tight In one of my favorite silk
handkerchiefs, and I dust wfth a
cloth, a damp rag or chamois, and
take the dust away to be washed out
of the rag. „
A Stretching Exercise.
J insist upon having the picture
moldings wiped off and when I do it
myself you can see this is the best
kind of reaching and stretching ex
ercise. Sweeping is good exercise. to'*>
but as It raises so much dust I pre
fer the vacuum method of cleaning,
and there, are so many different kinds
of thees cleaners now that most fam
ilies could afford to have them, espe
cially if they got together, two or
three families clubbing in and buying
a good cleaner.
I never go at try housework except
in the loosest and most comfortable
clothing, and I am very particular to
have comfortable - not high heeled—
slippers, but soft, -low shoes, with a
very modest heel, which I keep for
this special purpose.
Half the time the woman who does
her housework is not properly dressed
for her work. She can not combine
comfi rt and something at least half
way pretty in appearance. Many wom
en look upon a great big apron as a
sign of bondage or social inferiority,
I think. That's why we 'see so many
dirty blouses and, soiled kimonos, Tln»
one-pier*' dross Is a blessing, ns it al
ways looks tidy, and the big apron is
a complete protection, like the work
man's blouse which English workmen
w ear, but of w hich I don't see vet y
many in America.
1 don't mind scrubbing, ami if you do
it with a will it is the same.as many
of the standard exercises for shoulders,
back and waist muscles. There is no
reason why one should only scrub with
the right hand, you could easily get
accustomed to alternating with the left
hand. This makes the development of
tile muscles more equal.
A Martyr to Dust.
one of the reasons w hy housework Is
looked upon as such a bugbear is that
women have never taken the trouble to
systematize their work and to get Hie
most out of It for themselves. The
average woman who does housework
either for her own family or for some
one else looks upon herself as a sort
of martyr, and she really is a martyr,
too. A martyr go dust, dirt, discomfort;
tn complete lack of system, and th6
thought that it’ould save her so many
steps and so much time.
She would rather save every piece of
dust-gathering bric-a-brac tljan to dis
card it and give the time she used to
spend in keeping the bric-a-brac clean
to some more entertaining or more up
lifting form of work. Whan she does
her housework she goes at it disliking
the work; the dull routine of it has
long Hgo deadened any possibility in
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her mind that it might contain ele
ments of interest or of physical de
velopment.
1 believe we are coming to a time
When housework will be so intelli
gently organized and so well done that
no one will dare look down upon it
as an inferior trade. It takes a lot of
Intelligence, a lot of thought, to keep
your house in perfect order, keep it
clean and well regulated, and to do
this yourself, with a minimum ex
penditure of nervous vitality and
physical strength.
I have been telling you all along, in
writing aboul my rules for health,
that al) the exercise in the world is
not going to help you unless you put
your mind on the work you are doing
and the. benefits to be derived.
It's the same way In housework. If
you want housework to do you any
good, put more lira In and less sinew
into it. Every day you will find some
problem to solve that will tax your in
genuity and stimulate your thinking
machine.
Housework tires most* women be
cause they hate it. The same physical
motion performed in a gymnasiunl
an<4 called physical culture will be
considered fun. Turn your housework
into intelligent joyful activity and
you will find that the exercise of it
will help keep your figure shapely and
add to your bank account besides.
Gray Hair Us
Not Compoflsory
it ie almost pahetlr when a woman s
hair begins to fade, and she realizes that
it Is turning gray, and yet there is no
one to blame but herself for neglecting
it, for the hair responds eery quickly to
the proper care and treatment. The
hair turns gray because it has lost vi
tality. and when you pull out the first
few white hairs as they appear you
simply enlarge the cells and coarsen
your hair, and it will turn gray more
quickly than if left alone.
For many years we have handled all
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It Is our own laboratory product and
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Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
THE imperturbable dignity of
G'.tauncey Devere Appleton, age
nine, as ehafrinan nt tho recent
’session of tho Childrens congress, has
resulted hi his election us judge of the
juvenile court.
A position heavy with responsibility,
(or before him eonie nuny questions
concerning the Rights of Childhood.
Parents need governing, and the man
ner of procedure, the measures, etc.,
are all questions gravely settled by
Judge Chauncey Devere Appleton. age
nine
The first case reported today came
front the Havering family. The baby of
three refused to eat her oatmeal, and
when her mother begged her to eat it,
always remembering to say “Please.”
the child pushed tho oatmeal off the
table.
Father, mother and child appeared
before the juvenile court; the child as
plaintiff in a suit for damages to her
feelings, and tjfe parents as defend
ants. They are willing to waive the
damaged carpet in an effort to compro
mise. but the child refuses.
A baby In a family of such promi
nence that the name is suppressed on
request, smashed seven cut glass turn-'
biers, and when the remaining five were
put out of its reach, it made an appeal
to the juvenile court.
"Father," says one little girl In a
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refuses to let inc smear molasses candy
on his Sunday v lollies.”
At least twenty children have
a complaint asking their moihnr* tw
appear and explain why milk, is poured
down a child's throat when it cries be
cause it is cold.
It was also decided that the model
man isn't one of immaculate neatness.
The model man is one whose clothes
are greasy and sticky with children s
, finger marks, with half his ; buttons off
for use in bean shooters, and his tie
gone to put around the neck of the dog.
, Such a man. wearing a placard, is a
! model man in the ded-ion of the juve
nile court.
• Hut on Hie placard must be printid
, these words: "I am a Friend of Little
Children, and Believe in Lotting the
. Dear Little Ones Have a Good 'l’ime
with Me.”
One boy. who has appeared often as a
plaintiff, his parents being particularly
~ nsv''or:!'nate. expressed the wish in
court recently that there were giants in
these days, "so they could come along
and whin father.”
"Young man," rebuked Judge C'haun
cey Devere Appleton very stei nly.
"there ARE giants in these days, and
grown-up people get whipped harder
1 itnd ofilener than the children You
need not worry about Father; Father
catches it all right!"