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THE QEOBOIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE
“The Gates of Silen.ce”
A STORY OF LOVE, MYSTERY AND HATE, WITH A THRILLING POR
TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS.
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
“No—how silly you are!—it was Bertie
Graham who did that, not I," Betty
cried. Then she paused, her fingers tight
ening on his arm. "Bertie Graham —who
< is that? What am I saying?" She looked
at him with wide, terrified eyes, in which
he seemed to see memory stir like a fran
>4 tie, prisoned thing.
His arm tightened around her. His
words, then, had reached the spark of
memory that burned under the ashes. It
was cruel—more cruel, perhaps, than he
' knew—but he must try to fan >t to a
flame.
"Yes, Bertie Graham. Wasn't your fath
er angry!" lie said. “Poor old Nimshi, he
was so frightened that he actually forgot
to be ferocious.”
“No. no!” She clung to him exactly as
the frightened child she appeared to be
f would have done, a child who refused to
bo coaxed x|nto making admissions. "I
> am frightened, .lack. Take me home.
Edith will be angry—so angry! It's heaps
past 9 o'clock."
“But wny should you mind Edith?” he
asked: "Youlte not a child. Betty, dar
ling. You don't go to bed with the birds.
I want you to stay with me and talk to
me. Look -the mon is rising there over
the river—'the moon of our delight'—it's
a white night—a night for lovers. You
have not forgotten that you love me.
Betty?” His lips sought hers and pressed
them. He felt a brute as she shivered
under his caress, but he thought of the
man in London who lay under the shadow
f of the rope, and the thought nerved him
to the part he must play. Had it been
his own safety that was at stake it would
have been different. But the safety of
't an innocent man
"I haven't had you to myself for a mo
ment,” he pursued, mercilessly, "not
since the afternoon you promised to be
my wife. Down here, by the river, don’t
you remember? The afternoon I told you
about Fltzstcphen about poor Toby—you
can not have forgotten. Betty?”
“I Remember N.othlng.”
The girl he held moaned and strug
gled faintly to release herself.
“What are/you saying? How silly you
are. Jack! Don't hold me so, you're
hurling me. 1 hate it. I remember noth
ing I don't want to remepiber."
“But 1 want you to remember. Betty.
, You must remember. Dear, it's Jack —
your own Jack. You’re not afraid of
him. Your safety depends on your re
membering—not yours only, but mine,
perhaps- and another's. Darling, strive,
strive to think. That night in Tempest
street -why were you there? What was
your business with that brute Fitz
stephen? What happened?'
Her struggling ceased. He held
loosely within the circle of Ids arm.
"Tenr'-est street? Fitzstephen? Toby?”
* Each name as she uttered it was a sejia-
I rate question. Her eyes met his with a
frank, bewilderment. Her face was full
of a child's genuine trouble. “What do
you mean? Os course, T remember Toby
A dear old Toby"—she smiled at the ut
" terance of his brother's name, but in her
eyes Rimington saw a dawning terror, a
fear, vague and formless as yet. stirring
t. their gray depths.
"Yes. Toby—poor Toby, who died in
Africa. And Tempest street—don't you
' remember? —where you lost your bag and
cloak? It was 1 who found them, but it
might have been"—
"Toby dead! Jack, what nonsense
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you're talking! " There was a childish
petulance in her tone, but the vague fear
in her eyes had deepened.
“Where is Tempest street, and what
bag do you mean?”
tor answer Rimington put his hand in
his pocket and jjrew out the vanity bag
of violet crushed morocco which bad con
tained the Lake of Blood, and held it to
wards her. His hand trembled so that,
as the moonlight fell on the name that
sprawled across the corner, it touched
every brilliant of which it was composed
to a tiny point of trembling flame, and her
name looked up at her written in fire,
"Betty.”
“Ah!” The girl’s short, appalled cry
rang out sharply on the quietness of the
night. With a transition that was star
tling—child no longer, but trembling, ter
rified woman—she leaned forward, staring
at the bag In his hand, her eyes full of a
horror that was no longer vague. "My
bag! Where —ah, now I remember!”
It seemed to Rimington that nothing
could ever glot out from his memory the
agony of those two worths —“I remember!”
A moment of absolute silence followed
the crja He stood swept by an almost
sickening reaction. What - was it he had
done? He had succeeded incredibly, be
yond all hope, in doing what he had so
ardently longed to do; he had pierced
those merciful mists of forgetfulness
which shock and fear had raised in the
girl s brain, but now he felt he would
gladly give his right hand to undo what
he had done. For what was It she re
membered which held her there rigid be
fore him?
Betty raised her eyes from the bag he
held, and the glance that met his own
v. as so full of pain and {ear that it hurt
hira as a knife thrust in his heart.
An Awakening.
"Then it was no dream! I remember it
all now—everything; all that horror, the
strange, terrifying house, and the awful
quiet of that room. Oh, how I remember
now!" ■
Shudderingly she pressed her hands over
her eyes, as if to shut out the terrible men
tal vision that had swept baek on her with
a surging rush.
"Betty—Betty!" Rimington took a step
towards her. an overwhelming pity wel
ling up in his heart. The sight of that
white, grief-ravaged face, those eyes
filled with fear and horror, seemed to
swept all sense of anything save his love
for this womafi from his mind. Whatever
she had done, whatever the consequences
to himself or to any other of that action,
all that mattered now was that she was
to be comforted, reassured. His arm
closed about her, holding her fast —so that
as though he defied even the shadow of
fear to creep between them. That is all
that it is—an ugly dream, darling! A
dream that you must forget.”
Just for a moment she yielded to his
embrace, leaning against his shoulder
with the faint, satisfied sigh of a tired
child; then, with an almost violent ab
ruptness site wrenched herself away from
him, facing him with a desolate cry.
"Oh, no, not now—not note Is this a
time to think of such things? Dont you
realize*what lies between us?"
It was very still there by the river.
Even the tgjnt cry of the night-bird in the
woods was silenced. Rinwtigton seemed
to feel the silence like some tangible
thing, brooding over him, a sentient thing
that listened and waited.
"Betty, what madness Is this?"
He took a step forward and caught her
wrists, for the girl swayed as though she
would have fallen; but she put him from
her with a strange strength, and stood
leaning against a tree, her face hidden by
her hands.
"Madness.' Jack, how did you bring
me here. Oil tell me what has happened
i the world seems to be whirling round
How did you get me out of that place of
horror?”
Recollection.
Riinington's face twitched. Could it be
possible that the bridging rays between
I il-.e night in Tempest street a week ago
land tonight had slipped utterly out of her
I life? Had she awakened to remembrance
I only of the horror—awakened in Vh.in?
j To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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; Lillian Lorraine’s Beauty Secrets for Girls ■§<>
j The Untold Value of a Smile . S
By LILLIAN LORRAINE.
A WELL-KNOWN actress, a real
star, , went into business last
Winter. She astonished all her
friends by doing this, and she lias
surprised them still more by making a
grand success of her millinery estab
lishment, where the smartest women
come to be fitted in hats, parasols and
all the accessories of fashionable cos
tume.
She is coining money, and when I
last saw her she was looking hand
somer than ever and thoroughly en
joying her new- career.
“I never had any experience in busi
ness. but I have learned several
things which the average business
woman does not know,” she told me.
“In all the years that I was on the
stage I made a study of the art of
pleasing- an audience. This desire to
please people I find most useful in my
shop, for I. look upon -a customer as a
new sort of an audience, a most inter
esting one, too. arid if I can charm that
customer into buying a good hat, why
It is more to me than the applause at
the end of the act.
"We people on the stage are taught
a great many things which come in
very handy when you start in busi
ness. You wouldn’t think that 1 had
much u*e for a stage smile, but the
drilling that 1 got behind the foot
lights in never letting my own mood
dominate me, and in always showing
a smiling and happy- face, stands me
in good stead, and whatever success 1
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have made 1 owe to the magnetism of
a valuable smile."
With that my friend Jaughcd gaily,
showing two rows of beautiful teeth
and a bright pair of sparkling eyes.
As a customer had entered the shop
while wc were talking, 1 thought I
would watch the new saleslady prac
tice her art.
The customer was a dumpy little
thing with a tan colored complexion
and tan cblorcd hair, and she was
wtariflg one of these nondescript drab
colored silk dresses without a contrast
ing or relieving note of color.
What She Wanted.
‘Td like a nice brown hat to wear
with this, please." said the litth
brown w ren woman in a diffident sort
of voice, as she walked toward the
table where a number of hats were dis
played. She picked up a small tan col
ored affair, suitable for automobiling
or golfing, but in no sense a dress hat.
•1 think this is about what I want."
The actress looked at her witlx her
most charming smile, and said: "Oh!
certainly, madam, though it is mor.- of
a rough weather hat. But 1 am sure it
suits you." By this time she hud put
the hat on the little wren's head, and
the combination was i study in dn-arv
brown. "Don't you think a little touch
of the new pink would look well on
you'.’"
"Oh! I nevei wear anything so loud.'
said the demure little bird, who couldn't
have looked loud if she bail dressed in
scarlet. Well, to make a long story
short, it took twenty minutes of per
suasion to send that drab colored little
person out of the shop with the most
fetching hat turned up on one side, and
faced with a peculiar shade of reddish
pink, which .threw just the right wind
of a glow onto her pallid and yellowed
cheeks. Before she left she looked at
herself in the mirror, and I think she
must have admired heyself for the first
I time. "Why. 1 never looked like that
before; you have Just fascinated me
into getting it. I am sure my husband
will like ft; Im just loves reds and
pinks, but I have always thought they
weren't becoming to me." and she
bowed herself out gratefully with a
very expensive bonnet on her head.
“Now. that is where a good smile
comes in," said the new business wom
an. "It I bad looked her' over and
shown pity and contempt for her lack
of taste,'she nevei would have had the
nerve to buy anything with a bit of vol.
or to it. I find that a lot of women who
shop have to be encouraged not so
much to »Y>end money as to buy hats
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and not obliterate them completely.
Shoppers are ypade up of two kinds
those that know more than the angels
ami those who have to be encouraged to
make any decision at all. Witli both
kinds a smile is the »idy weapon you
can use. Nothing turns away the
wrath of a formidable customer like a
sweet smile, and you see what one can
do with a different sort.”
One of the best charities I have ever
heard of, and a charity that began
strictly at home, was that of the owner
of a department store who used to
have all tile girls' teeth attended to reg
ularly. This good map is dead, and
even in his lifetime he probably did not
realize how much this particular kind
of philanthropy added to his income. It
is the girl with the good teeth who is
willing to smile. You never saw a girl
with very bad teeth or a man, either,
who opened their lips and laughed
wholeheartedly. The dosire to please
is very greatly handicapped by bad
teeth, and I have noticed that lots of
people look sullen and disagreeable just
because they ate conscious that a smile
will display a row of blackened and im
perfect teeth. Whatever else yogi do,
don't neglect this valuable asAet, im
portant both to health and success.
Necessary Things.
There are several things neci ss.iry
to be pleasing, either in business 'or in
home life. In the first place, one of
the most essential tilings is to try and
adapt yourself to ,t h< citvumstances
in which you are placed, or to the de
mands made upon you by other people.
The demand may come from an irri
table customer whom you must pacify
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or front a boring and tedious acquaint,
anco whom it is your duty to entertain.
If you are adaptable, yon can suit your
self to either situation, pnd adaptabili
ty to a very large extent can be culti
vated. It necessitates a complete ab
sence of self and a desire to put one
self in the other, pet son's place, and to
please that person. The tactful girl
will always find that she can adapt
herself to all conditions and people,
but—oh. how rare tact is! The girl
who speaks first and thinks afterward
will never be tactful, and the girl who
blurts out the truth, or that she thinks
is the truth, and then excuses herself
on the ground of extreme honesty, may
be a good sort, but 1 doubt if she will
ever be popular, and I think she will
make Just as much trouble If she goes
into business as she does among
friends and relatives at home.
This strictly honest girl is tile one
who tells you to your face all those lit
tle failings of which you are so pain
fully conscious and which you hope no
one else will see.
She discusses family failings before
others, and usually manages to leave
yon as if you had been rubbed the
wrong way, or hurt without being con
scious where the blow came from.
There are many girls who are experts
in the art of making others feel un
comfortable, but 1 have never seen a
girl of this description who hail* a
sweet and lovable smile-, because a
smile is an indication of character, and
in smiling you show your real self, even
if you van mask it when your face is in
repose.
That's why tin- with tin levels
smile is bound to win in the home and
abroad, es < n if her smile is tier only
business asset.
A Garrulity Thafs Diplomatic
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
"But Love can hope where reason
would despair."—LOßD LYTTLETON.
THE following wail will interest
many who are in love, or safely
out:
"I am eighteen years of age and have
been calling on a young lady of the
same age for the past year. Almost
every time 1 go to see her. her mother
begins a conversation with me, and. as
1 can not very well Interrupt her, and
do not want to he impolite, it generally
lasts so long that T have hardly . any
time to converse witli the young lady
before it is time to leave. It has be
come very annoying.—Richard.”
Undoubtedly it lias become annoying,
but I can not see any way for Rich
ard to escape ii.
The tongue of a woman has been
used many times to win a husband for
her daughter, and it has been used
just as often to discourage a suitor who
is not desirable.
Plainly, this woman does not desire
Richard for a son-in-law. Remember
ing always the two sides to the story,
I wonder that Richard desires her for
a mother-in-law.
He may think, with the assurance of
youth, that it makes no difference what
manner of a mother a girl has —that he
Isn’t marrying the mother
He finds after marriage that that is
just what lie has done!
To marry a girl whose mother a man
disapproves and dislikes is much like
buying a lot and falling to secure a
good title.
Somehow, in sonic way. his invest
ment in both love and real estate will
cause him trouble.
The mother who is garrulous before
her daughter's marriage doesn't lapse
into silence after that event. If she
didn’t give the lover a chance to talk,
she will drive the son-in-law out of
the house with her eternal chatter.
If she talks to him during his court
ship. either to prevent or hasten a mar
riage, she will talk to him just as per
sistently with other objects in view if
that marriage occurs.
She has her fingers in the pie. Un
doubtedly it is there in what sl<: re
gards as her daughter's best interests,
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Anty Drudge on Education.
Katherine— “My,how provoked I am, Anty. You wouldn’t
dream this frock had once been white. Look at it
now. I sent it to the laundress and it looks almost
the color of weak coffee with milk in it.”
Anty Drudge— “It’s partly your fault, my dear. You’re
a college graduate, but you aren’t educated until you
’mow what is best for your clothes. If you had
known enough to see that your white frock was
washed with Fels-Naptha soap in cool or lukewarm
water it would have been snowywhite. The
Fels-Naptha way is the only method of washing to
keep white clothes white without harming them.”
Here’s the easiest way that’s ever been
discovered to wash clothes —either in sum
mer or winter.
For the white things: Wet the clothes,
soap well with Fels-Naptha, roll and let
soak for thirty minutes in cool or lukewarm
w ater. Unroll, rub lightly, rinse and hang
out to dry.
That’s all; no boiling, no hard rub
bing, no hot water.
This simple Fels-Naptha way of wash
ing makes your clothes sweeter, whiter,
cleaner than you can get them any other
way.
And the clothes last longer because
they arc not weakened by boiling, nor
worn by hard rubbing.
Worth trying?
It is for the woman who values her
clothes, her time and herself.
For washing colored clothes and other
things, see plain directions on the red and
green wrapper.
but the fact that it is there, and that
she intends to keep it there, do not
promise a restful home to the man who
seeks to become her son-in-law.
There is nothing. Richard can do to
stop a garrulity like this. If it be the
garrulity of habit, or the garrulity of
diplomacy, there is nothing he can do
to check It.
All that lie can do is to tell the girl
he loves her with his eyes; with a
hand clasp when he arrives and when
he departs.
If lie can't let her know with his
eyes that he loves her, though her
mother's words be falling and dripping
around them in a steady, persistent
downpour, he is a poor excuse for a
lover.
Let her mother talk on! Just so long
as the girl is permitted to be in the
room no flow of language, no matter
how incessant nor in what tongue, can
prevent Richard from giving his sweet
heart the message her heart longs for.
He should regard this little obstacle
to his happiness, not as a handicap, but
as an incentive. If the mother has
blocked one path, a lover's ingenuity
should help him to find others. The
harder it is made for him to win the
girl, the harder he will fight to win if
he is the kind of a man worth having.
If Richard gives up because of the
little inconvenience caused by this
woman's garrulity he will never win,
and doesn't deserve to win. The Fates
are never kind to the timid and easily
discouraged.
It is the fighter who succeeds, and
the fight loses none of its dignity If
directed to outwit and defeat the
tongue of a woman.
Richard will win if he deserves to
win. It depends upon himself if he Is
the kind of a man a wise woman would
be glad to have for a son-in-law.
If he Is not. then the girl owes a merci
ful providence gratitude that she is in
the care of a. mother who seeks to
guard her, though her weapon of de
fense be only her tongue.
A Beginner.
Brown—Do you ride horseback?
White—Yes, on and off.