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TOE GE ©BO AMS MAGAZME PAGE “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 FRECKLES Don't Hide Them With a Veil; Remove Them With the New Drug. An eminent skin specialist recently discovered a new drug, othine—double strength—which is so uniformly suc cessful in removing freckles and giv ing a clear, beautiful complexion that It is sold by Jacobs' Pharmacy under an absolute guarantee to refund the money if It fails. Don't hide your freckles under a veil: get an ounce of othine and remove them. Even the first night's use will show a wonderful improvement, some ---.of. the lighter freckles vanishing en tirely. It is absolutely harmless, and can not injure the most tender skin. Re sure to ask Jacobs' Pharmacy for the double strength othine: it is this that is sold on the money back guaran- fall: and it’s a trite saying, but a true one 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 ✓ ■ I MA >W\ /'-'a Turn your J ' "AG housework into A. intelligent, joyful - ■' jßf 'Ba ■ : ' WMflh WWH BpM . . ; activity, savs 9 jffl Miss Kellermann / and y°« will dnd / A . that the exercise w \" w,!l help | 1- -Mg keep your figure ■ ■ | '■ ■ ,y- shapely ami add i Bt W , ’’WB|| to your bana ac- W Icl » » .ifrykStWW count beside? IuHHH i If you want wg999K ' v ” housework to do wMBW ’■ Vr***' you any 8 ° od ’ put X' more brain and ■ w 9lk 9 ’ Gißwl less smew into it. WD| o’- Housework is a \ fine exercise if 'V’. y W T x• - ’ you know how to 'W V ’ I ’T •♦■' - a-- I do it right. I .'Ln ' VM 1 x td if "AT i ; ~f i ?'X Wlklßw clone a great deal t and i ,ave 1 V M ■■r 4*' ■®L * HF 0 M UyJi XsJiL iMy '-''G i i ■■■■■.., *— _ i o -j® ~ o r— ■ 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 Keep the Complexion Beautiful. Nadine Face Powde. , (In Gmnn Bnxr . Only. ) Produces a soft, velvety appearance so much ad mired, and remains until JwL. washed otf. Purified by y - W a new process. Will not ' clog the pores. Harmless. Prevents sunburn and return of discolorations. WHITE. FLESH. FINK. BKVNETTE. By toilet counters or mail, 50c. Mnne back if nit entirely pleased. ( HATKjyAL TLHLET LUMEANY. Faris "ana MISS ANNETTE KELLERMANN. 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 J 9 -O 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. 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If you want to see what It will do, get a 25c trial size and use it on a small part' of your hair, sav back of the ears. Von will b« surprised and pleased with |t p-'-nlnr l-~ge size. 75c. Sent postpaid. Jacobs' Pharmacy, Atlanta. 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 Shoted UouMeYf! 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TZX" DR ' WOOLLEY ’ S SANITARIUM OSS OPIUM and WHISKY &&& ■t- &•• MB MWM port once shows ‘.how dis- MBSSMuailMr Owes are enrabK Fsttent# aiso’treated at their homes. Ones. enltation conildsnUi. A b«rh on 'he subject free DI *. K WOOLLEY * SOW. Mo. S-A Victor SazUtarism. JUlaatK *L GEORGIAN WANT A DS BRING RESULTS. lengthy appeal, "doesn't love inc. He 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!"