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THE OEOBOIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE
II “The Gates of Silence’*
A STORY OF LOVE MYSTERY ANO HATE. WITH A THRILLING POR
TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS.
TODAY S IXSTAI,LMEXT
; "No—how silly you are’ It was Bertie
I Graham who did that, not I." Betty
tried. Then she paused, her fingers tight- }
ening on his arm ‘Bertie Graham who
I is that? What am I saying?" She looked
1 •»* nt him with wide, terrified eyes. In which
f he seemed to see memory stir like a fran
-IT| tic. prisoned thing.
His arm tightened around her Hi»
I words, then, had reached the spark of
| memory that burned under the ashes. It
was cruel more cruel, perhaps, than he
'R knew -but he must try to fan if to a
* flame.
"Tea. Bertie Graham Wasn’t your fatli
[C;* er angry’’’ he said "Poor old Nimsld, he
was so frightened that lie actually forgot
,n *** ferocious
SR| : "No. no!" She clung to him exactly as
t the frightened child she appeared to be
R would have done, a child who refused to
kt coaxed into making admissions "I
i ,fl ‘ an. frightened. Jack Take me home.
| Edith will be angry -so angry! It’s heaps
ims g.:- past 9 o’clock,"
"But why should you mind Edith’.’ lie
t asked: "You’re not a child. Betty, dar-
E ling You don't go to bed with the birds
i J want you to stat with me and talk to
'HI rae - Look the mon is rising there over
Jal IL the river 'the moon of our delight its
j a white night a night for lovers You
have not forgotten that you love me,
fclt Betty"” Ills lips sought hers and pressed
I them Fie felt a brute as she shivered
fl® under his caress, but he thought of the
8 man in London who lay under the shadow
of the rope, and the thought nerved him
t to the part he must play. Had It been
I his own safety that was at stake it would
have been different. But the safety of
I S 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 rlv.er, don’t
I you remember’’ The afternoon I told you
about Fltzatephen about poor Toby you
B . can not have forgotten. Betty""
"I Remember Nothing.”
The girl lie held moaned and strug
gled faintly to release herself
"What are you saying ’ How silly you
j, are. Tack' Don't hold me so, you're
hurting me I hate it. I remember noth-
| « Ing- -I don’t want to remember.”
‘But I want you to remember. Betty,
’t 8 ou m uat remember. Pear, it’s Jack
your own Jack. You’re not afraid of
him. Your safety depend? on your re
membering-not yours only, but mine,
|• I perhaps and another’.® Darling. strive,
| [ strive to think That night in Tempest
street —why were you there? What was
your business with that brute Fltz
stephen? What happened?
Her Struggling ceased lie held her
loosely within the circle of his arm
“Tempest street 0 Fltzstephen? Toby?’’
Each name as she uttered it was a sepa
rate question. Tier eyes met his with a
frank bewilderment. Iler face was full
of a child’s genuine trouble. “What do
||| I you mean? <’f course, I remember Toby
—dear old Toby” she smiled at the ut
!<■ terance of his brother’s name, but in her
eyes Rimington saw a dawning terror, a
JI I fear, vague and formless as yet, stirring
5 ■ I ihoir gray depths
“Yes, Toby poor Toby, who died in
PS Africa. And Tempest street— don’t you
f remember?—where you lost your hag and
| cloak?, It was I 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 tune, but the vague fear
In her eyes had deepened
Where is Tempest street and what
bag do you mean’.”’
For answer Rimington put Ids hand in
his pocket and drew out the vanity bag
of violet crushed morocco which had 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 i
sprawled across the corner, it touched
every brilliant of which it was composed (
io a tiny point of trembling flame, and her i
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 1
bag' Where —ah, now I remember!”
It seemed to Rimington that nothing
could ever glut out from his memory the ■
agony of those two words—“l remember!” ,
A moment of absolute silence followed
the cry. He stood swept by an almost
sickening reaction. \Vhat was it he had J
<lone? lie had succeeded incredibly, be- f
yond all hope, in doing what he had so 1
ardently longed to do; he had pierced <
those merciful mists of forgetfulness <
which shock and fear had raised In the j
girl’s brain, but now he fell he would
Kladlv 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
was so full of pain and fear that it hurt
him as h knife thrust in his heart 1
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 rerrtember
now’
Slmdderlngly she pressed her hands over
her eyes, as if to shut out the terrible men
ial vision that had swept back 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 w ith fear and horror, seemed to I
swept all sense of anything save his love I
for this woman from his mind. Whatever I
she had done, whatever the consequences 1
io himself or to any other of that action,
all that mattered now was that she was
><» be comforted, reassured His arm
« losed about her, holding her fast—so that
as though he defied even the shadow of
tear 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 she wrenched herself away from
him. facing him with a desolate cry.
“Oh. no. not now not now. Is this a
time tu think of such things’: Dont you
realize what lies between us?”
it was very still there by the river
Even the faint cry of the night-bird in the
woods was silenced. Rimington 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 hei
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. Oh tell me what has happened
1 the world seems to be whirling round
How did you get me out of that place of
horror?”
Recollection.
Rimington s face twitched. Could it be
possible that the bridging rays between
the night in Tempest street a week ago
and tonight had slipped utterly out of he)
life'.’ Had she awakened to remembrance
only of the horror awakened in vain?
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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t§ Lillian Lorraine’s Beauty Secrets for Girls go
The Untold Value of a Smile
By LILLIAN LORRAINE.
< WELL-KNOWN actress*, a real
/■A star, went into business last
Winter She astonished all her
friends by doing this, and she has
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 1 have learned several
things which the average business
woman does not know.” she told me.
"In all the years that 1 was on the
stage I made a study of the art of
pleasing an audience. This desire to
please people 1 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. and if I can charm that
customer into buying a good hat, why
It is more to me than the applause at
tlie end of the act.
"We people on tlie stage are raughl
a great many things which come in
very handy when .you start in busi
ness. You wouldn't think that I had
much use for a stag.- smile, but the
drilling that I 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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MISS LILLIAN LORRAINE'S SMILE IS INFECTIOUS.
have made I owe to the magnetism of
a valuable smile."
With that my friend laughed gaily,
showing two rows of beautiful teeth
and a bright pah of sparkling eyes.
As a customer hod entered the shop
while we were talking. I thought I
would watch the new saleslady prac
tice her art.
The customer tuts a dumpy little
thing with a tan colored complexion
and tan colored hair, and she was
wearing one of these nondescript drab
colored silk dresses without a contrast
ing or relieving note of color
What She Wanted.
"I'd like a nice brown hat to wear
with thia, please" said the little
brown wren woman in a diffident sort
of voice, as she walked toward the
table where a number of hats were dis
placed. She picked up a small tan col
ored affair, suitable for automobiling
or golfing, but in no sense a dress hat.
"I think this is about what I want."
The actress looked at her with her
most charming smile, and said: "Ohl
certainly, madam, though it is more of
it rough weather hat. But 1 am sure it
suits you.” By this time she bad put
the hat on the little wren’s head, and
the combination was a study in dreary
brown “Don’t you think a little touch
of the new pink would look well on
you ?"
"Oh! 1 never wear anything so loud.’
said the demure little bird, who couldn't
have looked loud if she bad 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 het pallid and yellowed
cheeks. Before she left she looked at
herself in the mirror and I think she
must have admired herself for the first
time. "Why. I never looked like that
before, you have just fascinated m
into getting it. I am sure my husband
will like it: he just loves reds and
pinks but 1 have always thought thev
weren't becoming to me." and she
bowed herself out gratefully wit It a
very expensive bonnet on her head.
"Now. that Is where a good smile
comes In." said the new business wom
an. “If I had looked her over and
shown pity and contempt for her lack
taste, she never would have had the
nerve to buy anything with a bit of col
or to it. I find that a lot of women who j
I shop have to be encouraged not so I
I much tn spend money as to buv hats j
yV Miss Lorraine
ays
The girl
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win in the
home and
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that will bring out their good points
and not obliterate them completely.
Shoppers are made up of two kinds —
those that know more than the angels
and those who have to be encouraged to
make any decision at all With both
kinds a smile is the »nly 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 the girls' teetli attended to reg
ularly. This good man 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 had teeth or a man. either,
who opened their lips and laughed
wholeheartedly. The desire to please
Is very greatly handicapped by bad
teetli, and I have noticed that lots of
people look sullen and disagreeable just
because they are conscious that a smile
will display a row of blackened and im
perfect teeth. Whatever else you do.
don't neglect this valuable asset, im
portant both to health and success.
Necessary Things.
There are several things necessary
to be pleasing, either in business or in
home life. In the first place, one of
the most essential things is to try and
adapt yourself to tin circumstances
in which you ate 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 from a boring and tedious acquaint,
anee w hom it is your duty to entertain.
If you are adaptable, you can suit your
self to either situation, and 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 person'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 rhe truth, and then excuses herself
on the ground of extreme honesty, may
be a good sort, but I 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 the 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
you as if you had been rubbed the
wrong w ay. or hurl 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 I have never seen a
girl of this description who had a
sweet and lovable smile, because a
smile Is an indication of character, and
in smiling y ou show your real self, even
if you can mask it when your face is in
repose.
That's why the girl with the lovely
smile is bound to win in the home and
abroad, even if her smile is her only
business asset.
A Garrulity That’s 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 I go to see her. her mother
begins a conversation with me, and, as
I can not very well interrupt her. and
do not want to be Impolite, it generally
lasts so long that I have hardly any
time to converse with the young lady
before it is time to leave. It has be
come very annoying.—Richard."
Undoubtedly it has become annoying,
but I can not see any way for Rich
ard to escape it.
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 he lias done!
To marry a girl whose mother a man
disapproves and dislikes is much like
buying a lot and failing to secure a
good title.
Somehow, in some 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 tlie pie. Un
doubtedly it is there in what she re
gards as her daughter's best interests.
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Anty Drudge on Education.
Kai/terwe—“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—“Ws partly your fault, my dear. You’re
a college graduate, but you aren’t educated until you
know 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
water. 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 are 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 tlie
garrulity of habit, or the garrulity of
diplomacy, there is nothing he can do
to check it.
All that he can do is to tell the girl
he loves her with his eyes; with a
hand clasp w hen he arrives and when
he departs.
If he 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 ingenuitv
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 tlie
little inconvenience caused by thfs
woman’s garrulity he will never win,
and doesn’t deserve to win. The Fates
are never kind to the timid and easilv
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.