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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 MAXWELL HOUSB®& BLBNDfW COFFEETik "■ r IM X4m . A perfectly delightful combination of the fin est Cupping Coffees in the world. 1 asting is believing.. Sealed cans i ’.’ j Cheek Neai Coffee Co. i Importers and Roasters Nashville, Tenn, i Houston, Texas * gA cu? 1 Jacksonville, Fla. f " ~ NOTICE Wilton Jellico Coal $4.25 Give Us Your Order. Both Phones 3668 . THE JELLICO COAL CO. 82 Peachtree 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. TESTIMONY OF FIVE WOMEN Proves That Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Com pound Is Reliable. Reedville, Ore.—“l can truly recom mend Lydia E. Pinkham s Vegetable Compound to all women who are passing through the Change of Life, as it made ame a well woman after suffering three years.” Mrs. Mary Bogart, Reedville, Oregon. New - Orleans, La. “When passing through the Change of Life I was troubled with hot flashes, weak and dizzy spells and backache. I was not fit for anything until I took Ly dia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound which proved worth its weight in gold tome.” - Mrs. Ga ston Blondeau, 1541 Po • JaßfaWV lymnia St., New Orleans. sila SkW Miahawaka, Ind. Wo- Ma- JT men passing through the ' Change of Life can take nothing better than Lydia ’ E. Pinkham’s Vegetable MnChas Bauer Compound. lam recom ’ ? mendingittoall my friends because of what it has done forme. ’’-Mrs.Chas. O; Bauer, 523 E. Manon St., J|g Mishawaka, Ind. Alton Station, Ky.-“For IWUMIPAW’ months I suffered from SroSjLcLSh troubles in consequence of m y *£** an( J thought I :>'W ——W could not live. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound made me well iii and I want other suffering women to know about it. ’ sPjTniwr* Mrs. Emma Bailey, Alton BMHHliiMfl Station, Ky. Deisem, No. Dak. —“I was passing through Change of Life and felt very bad. I could not sleep and was very nervous. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound restored me to perfect health and I would not be without it.’’—Mrs. F. M. Thorn, Deisem, No. Dak. ; 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 ’ VT I ■ 1 ’ ■■ • j&i —■?<<“-.. ■ , * r / **S*W?. La * <•' ’ ’ mBsI aajt B / -a. c * Ja Kat .-■? ;? f A * c wll t: >’ MH Ml B I f aML- I FTsii MISS LILLIAN LORRAINE'S SMILE IS INFECTIOUS. 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 \\\ - Miss Lorraine says: \\\W "" The girl \\\ bs X wll() sm ’ les ® -jnMj Bk '■ hound to «B JilWll® ' win in the \\|g| BgMr home and V' Y ' « v * .JjS abroad. / P J* “This is true fl iB even if h er e in \\\ \\\ smile is her <*** B, \\\ only business '' B \\\ asset.’’ 1 \\\ ;.Mk b ii :*. < * 1 I : ’T I LBd that 4(1 bring out their good points 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 11 11 --'■■i" . ■ |gj / ' •*•*- ***** ----- -• r- ; z C «s.r\ ■ *' ** ,,,, “•••••• •••••••» • »..•.•••••••••******* '■V .J*’ f > 5, / s ,'•. j There is appetite and (food digestion c < in a steaming dish of Faust Macaroni strength and energy, too. 5c \ end 10c packages at your grocers. ? .• MAULL BROS.. St. Louis. Mo. , >•• K - ■■'WW'iisV;.; : ... ■’ 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, VI I a. If J Off Lh ' I , Wm F/ n T / DRUDCiE wCxFt -111 ow IBLJJ/ <> o 11 XI a a oT? O b III; I I I XX/ilo Oo / l**\ ■ -■"-'I m, 11 If I v7' - Iw \ Llf 11 fMA < (Kr- < 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.