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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” A STORY OF LOVE, MYSTERY AND HATE, WITH A THRILLING POR TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. It was in the nature of a grievance to Mrs. Ames that her lodger had not, as he had stated his intention of doing, va-. cated his rooms some ten days back. His plans had been changed suddenly, and he i.ac 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 'im, 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 spoke. “Yes, it seems too bad to have been forced to lose so much glorious river weather,” Rimipgton said: “but I shall be going down to Weybourne this after noon.” He 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 away. 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 cat paw. lay under the shadow of the rope. He seemed bound by a horrible fascination to remain to watch the changing dance of shadows wind their way about the maze of mys tery surrounding the house in Tempest street The Spell Broken. But now the call of duty had broken the spell that held him. His uncle was 111, dying perhaps, Mrs Rimington’s mes sage ran, and they both needed him. So today he would go back to the old Red House by the river, which he had not visited since the day he 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 l>efore. He had a curious superstitious feeling that it wAs by the very direct interven tion of Fate that he was going back to Weybourne today. Day and night he 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 had been growing vampire-like in bis heart, that somewhere in one of those brain cells over which this terrible veil of childish forgetfulness had crept in a night, like the white veiling mists from the sea, there lay knowledge that could save a man, who, whatever Ms 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 nfass 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 -would wish they should be kept. I 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 I simply love the place. 1 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 he put his arm through hers, hut lie was never thoroughly at ease under her smiles. They seemed sb 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 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 coming 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; David Rimington had 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 vlsitqf 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 Hie Bionqy if it falls. 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. Be sure to ask Jacobs’ Pharmacy for the double strength othine; it is this that is sold on the money buck guaran tee. fall; and it's a trite saying, but a true one John. God resisteth the proud and giveth grace to the humble, 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 at the foot of the great carved bed. looking ar the shrunken face that lay yellow against the snowmf the pillow. "What do you mean, uncle?” he asked at last. , But David 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 caped He felt like a prisoner released as he sauntered through the dewy garden and out on to the path by the river. The night was very quiel. 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 kite 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 I hesitatingly, as though she sought for I something by the water, for some thing of some place. For a moment Rimington’s heart stilled. What did she seek? His mind was quick to leap to the first morbid suggestion. He dreaded some rash get 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 not so much as thing, of an observer. He could see her in profile very distinctly, although tjie 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 like 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 djd so. It was a tiling too bitter to be borne in silence, that cry. He made a step forward. “Betty!” he said. She started at the sound of his voice and burned quickly. He saw that her face lit up at the sight of him —not with the love-light he had learned lately how to surprise in her eyes, but a naive, child ish pleasure. "Why. Jack!" she cried. Then, as though sfle 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 Jiave been gro tesque. ‘ YY>u won't tell "Edith 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. But 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, 1 guess what 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 1 was doing.” Iler voice sank and she crept nearer to him. "Washing iny hands; they're so horribly stained, and I can’t get them clean, however hard I try. I can't! Lcan'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. “Poor old girl!” he said, and wondered that his voice could sound as it did, care less, half-contemptuoug. like a boy's voice, while all the time 1119 lover’s heart bled for this pass to which she had come. "What's the matter with your hands, any way? They seem all right. Been trying to dye Nimshi again?" He held his breath as he waited for the answer to the question that seemed to him to have come by an inspiration, for the episode to which It referred belonged not to the clilllsh past in which they were masquerading, but to that present from which she bad slipped, and concerned not an action of their own. but that of a child ish visitor to the i’roft who had been dis. covered endeavoring to dye Nimshi, the white cot, green. The defence had been ingenious, being based on the grounds that green as a protective color was an improvement on Nature, and would enable the cat to stalk Its prey among the un dergrowth with a greater regree of secur ity, But it had not sufficed to save tie culprit from chastisement at the hands «f Sir George, who disliked little boys and adored his teat. To Be Continued Tomorrow The Right Road to Health $ By Annette Kellermann How Housework, Intelligently Done. Will Give You a Good Figure wk# * • Turn your -. ■JS housework into intelligent joyful "w activity, says K Mlss Kellerniann ’ -' '.jwljOa and yo " win fln,i Mi.'l t J® that the exercise ■ \ of it will help - I 4 keep your ttgure wMMb 1 1 shapeiy and add |g to your bank ac ■■HHf t » ■ - dr count besides. Bl ■! If you want I ' • PTaßWii^^ l - : wli housework to do y° n an y s° od ’ P ut iH : vhBHHm. ”' -A more brain and I ' ' y less sinew into it. I ■ • *■* TwHHA-Ce I ‘ Housework is a ? fine exercise if ' y'« ’ you know how to ’ll SA./ do it right ■ *’ 4 d'" r’IWIoSHI I have always Vti -Mi ' . f i1 H. done a great deal ° fit ’ andhave /« 5 ' lie vW wor “ 441 'Br ; ' 'MB h 11 IVi a G; 5 *■ —s 4 SkW< IHI Vf* .it - L 3/,/ i j ffi Jr W ’.tA’. '’ Sr jffi Jy '‘Rs? - - T A- _ ... *■" ' i ■■■ *•' top- n ■■■■ iig 1 ' . ; WF 5 U </ o * LAST Winter when I took 9.11 apart ment in .New York everybody thought, of course, I was going to have a maid. I have a theater maid, naturally, hut 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,”- 1 announced calmly. "I need the extra exercise of housework.” There, was a general ha-ha at my expense, but I knew what I was about. Housework is fine exercise if you know how to do it right, and I’ve al jvays done a good real of it, and been none the worse for It. First of .-ill, of course, it depends upon your house whether you are go ing to enjoy your work, or find it bur densome and unhealthy. By house 1 meim apartment, or one room in a lodging house, or u 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 money in the beginning, and much more to keep clean. The Japanese seem to me to have worked out the most perfect plan for their homes. Everything they possess is necessary, and 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 my own housework, because I am exceedingly fussy about having things perfectly. clean, and I hate dust. Now. 1 have watched the ordinary houseworker perform the dally chore bf dusting, and I can’t say that she does it scientifically or successfully. She is too much like the stage maid, who is always laced Into a very tight fitting dress, with a little bit of a white Keep the Complexion Beautiful. Nadine Face Powde (In Grem Boxes Only.) Produces a soft, velvety 'jjffiSt appearance so much ad mired, and remains until washed oil. Purified by a new process. Will not ■ clog the pores. Harmless. Prevents sunburn and . return of discolorations. "Wr* WHITE. FLESH. FtNK. lIKVNETTE., By toilet counters or mail, 50c. JJsn*, back if no: entirely pleated. j JVAT/O.VAo TOILET WMFANY, Farll. MISS ANNETTE KELLERMANN. apron about the size of a doily and a large lace cap, who goes up and down the stage flirting a feather dustef around the legs of the 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, iny hair is tleij, up tight in one of my (jevorlte silk handkerchiefs, and I dust with a cloth, a damp rag or chamois, and take tlie dust away to be washed out of the rag. A Stretching Exercise. I insist upon having the picture moldings wiped off. and when 1 do it myself you can see this is the best kind of reaching and stretching ex ercise. Sweeping is good exercise. tot> but as it raises so much dust 1 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 tn and buying a good cleaner. I never go at my housework except in the loosest and most comfortable clothing, and I nin very particular to have comfortable—not high heeled — slippers, but soft, low shoes, with a very modest heel, which 1 keep for this special purpose. Half the time the woman who does het housework is not properly dressed for her. work. She can not combine cornfort 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. The one-piece dress is a blessing, as it al-| ways looks tidy, and the big apron is a complete protection, like the work man's blouse which English workmen wear, but ,of which 1 don't see very many in .America. I don't mind scrubbing, and if you do it with a will it is the Same as many of the standard exercises for shoulders, back and waist muscles. There 1« no reason why one.should only scrub with the light hand, you could easily get accustomed to alter nating with the left hand. This nnkes the development of the muscles more equal. A Martyr to Dust. One of the reasons why housework is looked upon as such a bugbear is that women have never taken the trouble to systematic their work and to get the most oat of It for themselves. The average, woman who does housework either ft,r her own family or for some one eA-e looks upon herself as a sort of martyr, and she really is a martyr, too. A martyr to dust, dirt, discomfort; to complete lack of system, and tlw thigight that would save her so many! steps and so much time. She would rather save every piece of 'Aist-gathering bric-a-brac than to dis card it and give the time she used to /.pend in keeping the bric-a-brac clean u, some more entertaining or more up lifting form of work. When she does her housework she goes at it disliking the work; the dull routine of It has long ago deadened any possibility in o '’UP -«S" 11 ■ rrrn her mind that it might contain ele ments of interest or of physical de velopment. I 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 about my rules for health, that all the exercise in the world is not going to help you unless you pul 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 brain and less sinew Into it. Every day you will find some problem to solve thatfwlll 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 gymnasium and 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. 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THE imperturbable dignity of Chauncey Devere Appleton, age nine, as chairman at the. recent session of the Childrens congress, has resulted in his election as judge of the juvenile court. A position heavy with responsibility, for before him come many 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 from 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 the oatmeal otf the table. Father, mother and child appeared before the Juvenile court.; the child as plaintiff in a suit for damages to iter feelings, and the 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 tum blers, 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 SortedUaiMetf! Against * Against x Substitutes ••• Imitations Get the Well-Known UADI I AIZ’C Round Package ■■ vmFBwLhI MALTED MILK Made In the largest, best equipped and sanitary Malted Milk plant In the world We do not make "'milkproducts Skim Milk, Condensed Milk, etc. But the Original-Genuine HORLICK ’ S MALTED MILIC Made from pure, full-cream milk • l * ( , and the extract of select malted grain, * £ Au.«ig reduced to powder form, soluble in water ’ *oo<Wrink for all aget. WFASK FOR HORLICK’S Used all ©ver the Globe sliHfe The Road of a Thousand Wonders SUPERIOR SERVICE Via NEW ORLEANS to TEXAS, OLD and NEW MEXICO, ARIZONA, CALIFORNIA, OREGON and WASHINGTON TWO daily TRAINS, to PACIFIC COAST with Connections for PORT LAND and SEATTLE. 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But on the placard must be printed these words: "I am a Friend of Little Children, and Believe in Letting the Dear Little Ones Have a Good Time with Me.” One boy, who has appeared often as a plaintiff, his parents being particularly Insubordinate, expressed the wish in court recently that there were giants In these days, "so they could come along and whip father.” "Young man," rebuked Judge Chaun cey Devere Appleton very sternly, "there ARE giants in these days, and grown-up people get whipped harder and oftener tha-n the children. Yoi» need not worry about Father; Father catches it all right!"