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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 - ! - ■■■■■■ ——■ I MAXWELL HOUSER BLENDRjP COFFEE/<r < r a— VS® A— A perfectly delightful I combination of the fin est Cupping Coffees in the world. Tasting is believing. Sealed cans at grocers. < Cheek-Neal Coffee Co. • Importers and Roasters Nashville. Tenn. Houston. Texas t ft " cu? J Jacksonville, Fla f 11 11 s 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 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. TESTIMONY OF FIVE WOMEN I Proves That Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Com pound Is Reliable. Reedville, Ore. —“I can truly recom mend Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound to all women who are passing through the Change of Life, as it made ramMHMR me a well woman after i suffering three years.” Mrs. Mary Bogart, Reedville, Oregon. ' ft I New Orleans, I,a. ■ \“ When passing through MP ’•he Change of Life I was r.g.'t j| troubled with hot flashes. ztSjJla 4 weak and dizzy spells and nr 7 backache. I was not tit for V anything until 1 took Ly- Jc -TfS- dia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound which proved worth its weight in ftoM to me. ” - Mni.GAs- ton Blondeau, 1541 Po &SMK& lymnia St.. New Orleans. ■ Mishawaka.lnd.-" Wo- | men passing through the Change of Life can take nothing better than Lydia i Wv We * E. Pinkham's Vegetable MnCKy Bautr Compound. lam recom ' menaingittoallmyfriends because of what it has done forme.’’-Mrs.Chas. m Bauer. 623 E. Marion St., Mishawaka, Ind. Alton Station.Ky.-‘‘For months I suffered from troubles in consequence of my age and thought I ■— _1 : could not live. Lydia E. iff F Pinkham's Vegetable t X I^-Compound made me well afry-—and I want other suffering women toknow about it. ’ Mrs. Emma Bailey, Alton mmmm Station, Ky. Deisem, No. Dak. *‘l was passing through Change of Life and felt very bad. I could not sleep and was very nervous. T.ydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound restored me to perfect health and I would not be without it.”—Mrs. F. M Thorn, Deisem, No. Dak. 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 A v-' ’' r * JM !.■'wr- •wwwpwbw 1 S W 11. nR t W Hl B ''■--XjLr.wfrtßsrtijjal E?r=| fssi 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 \\ Wf sm^es \Wa W is bound to win in the home and V' t abroad. / ; L '7 jd “This is true R 4 ' \\\ even h er *g.' Ma. - HB \\\ \\\ smile is her ■,Vf ** B \\\ only business - \ \\\ ’ \\\ asset." 6% M- \\\ » « w® '« WaMMiWOB! <♦ < ’ B \ A W ’’ '•'•11 I 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 “ ■ 11 «—— ii ii 'y. /■' - %'■ ’ . . . -, A, .j T here 10 appetite and good digestion ; ' Z in a steaming dish of Faust Macaroni ’ strength and energy, too. 5c ,j ; : •nd 10c packages at yfiur grocer 1. Jr/ MAULL BROS,. St. Louis. Mo. ,-'> z ~ .. ■ 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. ms j I ii r —-Hi 'Io jLM anty ' .tnwWLin7 DBUDGE VvQ ~"~~V >■ //T'' ' 1 -Si kmJ 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.