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THE GEOBGfIAWS 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.
“Petty, dear, I didn’t bring you here.”
Le said gen tlx Don’t you remember A «»ii
slipped away from my side when the light
went, out and got away, thank heaven a
week agn. Betty D<» you realize that” ’
“A week ago. .lack? What <in you
mean?” She raised her fa--e from her
hands and looked at him with wide eyes.
A week”
Had he ever been mad enough to enter
tain the thought of her g iil' Looking
at her vnw. Rimington knew that, what
ypr »-e had dreaded during th* time <*f
bidemifc tension in the house in Tempest
street, whatever fears had racked him
during these past black days, now, face
to fare with her, the thoughts had been
a blasphemy
“Yes, dear, a week.” he said "lou've
heard how fear and pain have turned
people's hair white in a night, Betty, and
the fear and pain of that night have
robbed you of a week of life. For a xveek,
fiver since you • ame home that awful
Bight, you have b» en like a little child
the Betty of ten .'ears ago. Dr Hardinge
hardly dared to hope the gates would roll
back again for you.”
“A week out of life! You mean that
my memory went for a week? .lack, I
can't understand 1 ran hardly believe it.
I can remember nothing, only that the
light went out and that you were near
me ”
“Nothing nothing at all, Betty?” He
hardly dared to press her she looked so
forlorn, so fragile: yet she was the Betty
he loved, must always love, come what
might, and, for all his remorse of a mo
ment since, he dreaded lest she might slip
away from him once again into those
Ft range, pale distances of the gray bor
derland where her little feet had been
straying.
“Only a vague, terrifying dream.” .
As gently as he could he told her all
he knew, all that Mrs. Rimington had told
him of her return But he did not dare
to mention the Lake of Blood, nor tell of
the man who lax beneath the shadow’ of
the rope yet.
Nothing to Fear.
“But can you remember nothing ” h<*
asked her “Dear heart, why were you tn
Tempest street at all'.' Betty. why do you
tremble? There's nothing to be afraid of
—I want you to understand that noth
ing
He «poke with conviction. She had
nothing to fear, because, though she xxas
the victim of some terrible coincidence,
though the ugly octopus of mystery had
swept Its coils about her as it had about
himself, of any participation in the trag
edy that had taken place in that house
of the clocks she was as innocent as he
knew himself to bp. The conviction came
tn him with as absolute a. certainty- as
though an angel had descended from
heaven to confirm it.
“No oh, I am afraid Everything is
so vague black and vague and menacing
What did happen, .lack? You were there,
and that thing at my feet. It didn’t
perm human like a broken marionette.
A man—that old pian—done to death. So
horrible and evil as he was I had a knife
in my hand you saw. .Jack””
Her eyes met his with a pitiful eager
ness, almost as though she hyped for
contradiction
“I saw. yes.” he broke out. eagerly'
“But before, darling before What hap
pened first, Betty.’ Try to tell me; so
much depends upon it.”
A change* came <•' r the girl’s face
“Oh. 1 don't know I don't know.” she
repeated "I seem to see everything
through a xeil a mist. <‘nix when you
showed me the bag. I remembered the
house with its clocks, the quiet room
with the jewels on the table, and it.”
“You can't even remember whx you
went to Tempest street?’ Rimington
cried, aghast
Betty hesitated. Then, as he repeated
his question:
“Yes. I can remember that,” she said;
“but” with a sudden little gesture of
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pleading she put out her hands to him—
“you mustn't ask me to tell you that,
for 1 can't It's not my own secret. I
haven’t the right to tell you that.”
The eagerness which had flamed up in
Rimington's eyes went out. The memory
of the story Saxe had toid him in the
back parlor of the curio shop in West
minster came back to him now with a
rush —the financier's extraordinary sug
gestion that Fitzstephen and Betty had
not met that night for the first time.
Whit was this seqret that Betty could
not share with him. though she shared it
with another? Now for the first time dur
ing this interview his thoughts reverted
to the stone he had found In Betty's bag,
the stone that lay securely now for all
time in its sordid setting of Thames mud.
Did she remember nothing of that? In
spite of himself, a little creeping doubt
raised its head In his heart. It was all so
Inexplicable—so bitterly hard to believe
that Betty had no knowledge of how she
had come home.
The watching girl saw bow his face
darkened.
“You’re angry, Jack.”
The words died in her throat with a
pitiful quiver, her hands fell to her sides
with a desolate little gesture that left
Rimington strangely cold, lie was hurt
and he told her so, hardly realizing how
hard a note rang in his voice.
"No; not angry, Betty but hurt a lit
tle, 1 confess, that you, whom I have
trusted so much, should trust me so lit
tle.”
“Jack aren't you a little unjust? It Is
not my own secret, dear The whole
happiness of another person depends on
my given word ”
"And if your own happiness -mine de
pended on your speaking?”
"1 have given my word, he girl said,
nervously.
“Your word yes, that's all very well,
Betty,” Rimington said, with a touch of
Impatience; “but you don't understand
how important this is a matter of life
ami death. During the week that has
dropped so inexplicably out of your life
things have happened. A man has been
arrested for the murder in Tempest street
a man I firmly believe to be innocent,
hut unless you nr I can help him he'll be
banged undoubtedly.. I looked for so much
from you some explanation that it
seemed only you could give of that night's
happenings and now you speak of your
given word.”
Perhaps it was the thought of Saxe, a
vision of his dark, complacent face, that
bad obtruded itself between him and
Betty's white one, that had lent a bru
tality to his words of which he* was quite
unconscious. Certainly their effect on the
girl before him took him quite unawares.
She turned to him quickly, looked at
him for a moment in silence, then:
“There is only one explanation I can
give, Jack,” she said, in a quiet, curious
ly clear voice, "and that | can give with
out violating any confidence. 1 was at
Tempest street on the night of the mur
der, and in a moment of panic 1 stabbed
a man this man you say is Fitzstephen,
the monex lender. I must tell the police
all 1 know of course this man wfc. has
been arrested is innocent.”
Something That Stirred In the Trees.
For a moment her meaning evaded him.
then, with a horror-stricken exclamation,
lie moved toward her.
"Betty hush! You don't know xyhat
you are saying.” He gave a half-glance
oxer his shoulder, dreading lefct even in
that place of white loneliness, some eaves
dropper might start up
“It’s the truth' I killed him.” Her
voice rang out almost shrilly, though
with word and sign again he urged her
to silence. “I can't deceive myself,
though I have tried to do so. Everything
came back to me at the sight of that bag
which I dropped in my flight. I remem
bered everything—everything up to a
point—your,coming. The room, the knife,
the blood on my hands. Heaven knows,
it wasn’t premeditated; even now I can't
understand how It happened. But I re
member —the body lay there —there at my
feet, and I stood with the knife In my
hand” —
Iler voice faltered and died. Rlming
-lon looked at her. gripped to silence by
the tragedy and horror-nf the scene his
blundering had evoked. She had never
seemed so lovely, so desirable in his eyes
as at that moment. No doubt now in his
heart this admission which had sprung
to her lips with heroic self-sacrifice at the
fust bint of another's danger was not
true.
"Rut before'?" he urged once again.
"Can you remember what happened be
fore you saw the body? Betty, darling,
speak. So much depends on it. Did this
man insult you*
"I don’t know 1 can't remember," she
said, dully "It's so strange. 1 went
to Tempest street x es, I can tell you
that not to see him. 1 had never seen
this man before, ’let 1 know he was evil
and horrible Oh, Jack, Jack! will this
veil ever lift
"Bettv” he interrupted her with a
rough vehemence "it’s preposterous what
I you sax It's absurd on the face of it.
; Because 1 found you in the room with a
i murdered man what does that prove? 1
■ suppose you blundered into the room, saw
i something that drove you half mad with
• irlght. and in x-our fright you picked up
i he knife Can't xon see that'.’ Whx on
. earth should you kill a man \ou had never
I seen before?”
I Yet even as he spoke a remembrance
flashed up in his mind of words until
• that moment forgotten the faltered
i words this girl had uttered when she
tottered toward him in that silent room:
| "This man this man tried' They
| seemed to fit in like the puces of a puz
i zJe that form a tantalizing portion of an
I uncertain picture with those other words
uttered by her a minute since "Yet I
know he was evil and horrible.”
His voice had lost nothing of its ring
| <«f convict ion when hr spoke. 'There s
i some hideous veil of mystery oxer the
matter, but you can t pierce it by a false
and ridiculous statement, but for all his
| conviction be realized what an ugly mys
terx it was. and remembered also h< w
i even he had doubted.
To Be Continued m Next Issue.
Searchlight on the Sky
Mrs K \ Bishop, of Brooklyn. N
IY, says "1 should like to hiiti th*
Jffivr’'.' of Lydia E. Pinkham's Veg« -
■ table Compound thrown on the sky w ith
I as, in blight. so that all suffering
:women < ouid read and he convinced
'that there is a remedy fm their ills,
' for rears 1 was a great sufferer from
organic female troubles and had de
spaired of ever being well again, but
i f"and i«’ijof in Lydia E Pinkham's
Vegetable compound, which 1 tried as
a last resort."
E t near!'. forty years Lydia E.
Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound has
I been tin s’and ird remedy for female
I Ills.
By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
rrtHE newest thing is a wading suit.
| It's the aristocratic cousin to the
bathing suit and "never goes
near the water."
It can be made of anything you like
from brocade to ordinary plain silk,
but, of course, silk'it mtist be, and
there must be all kinds of pretty things
to go with It like caps and hats and
parasols and reticules and even lunch
baskets, made or trimmed with the
same kind of material as the wading
suit.
But why a wading suit? Because
every one can wade, dear reader, and
it doesn't spoil one's beautiful suit, or
get one's hair out of crimp or make one
look forlorn and bedraggled as does
swimming in the wet. wet water.
Another Reason.
Then let me w hisper it to you, wad
ing is done by our most exclusive set,
so. of course, it has the stamp of ap
proval aside from the example set by
the major general's daughters in "The
Pirates of Penzance.” But If you think
wading is just a simple Gilbertian
thing when you take off your stockings
and saunter iAto. the waves up to your
ankles, you are mistaken. Wading ne
cessitates tiie elaborate costume pic
tured above or one equally handsome.
You must wade in <silk stockings and
canvas or satin shoes, with a parasol
held over your hegd to protect you from
the sun. and your handkerchief, mirror
and powder rag in a silk bag dangling I
fioiTi your wrist and your well dressed
and marceled hair showing from under
the prettiest cap in the world.
You step into the water uttering ap
propriate cries of "Oh! how cold," etc.,
n.. . jBK SmEli
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and the entire beach and all the peo
ple on the pier look on in admiring as
tonishment at your perfectly fitting
costum*' and your expensively corseted
figure.
I.est 1 forget to describe the newest
wading costumes to you -this one is
of black satin, a thick quality with
trimmings of plaid taffeta; others are
of different kinds of silk heavily em
broidered. The most Impressive one 1
have seen, designed, for the trousseau
of a summer belle, is of black silk with
a rose design embroidered in colored
•ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * By Beatrice Fairfax |
DON’T MARRY UNTIL YOU CAN
AFFORD IT:
Dear Miss Fairfax'.
I have been going with a young lady
six months ynungei than myself for the
last three years. We love each other
dearly and her parents approve.
Bui I am not earning enough to mat -
rv on I Site says she will Im willing to
wait a year or more.
Are such long engagements desir
able' 1 ntav have to heave the city tor
several months. Would it be right to
marry her before I go? ,I(>HX R.
A long engagement, while not al
ways desirable, is infinitely better than
a marriage on inadequate means.
Do4h marry until you can remain
with your wife. To marry her and
then to leave her exposes her to the
charge that she is a neglected wife. If
she loves you she w 111 wait until y our
income warrants the expense of a home
and wait patiently and faithfully.
UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES. YES.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a lad of eighteen and deeply in
love with a girl of sixteen, who returns
her sincerest love Though we are very
young, we have promised each other to
stay together until we are old enough
to marry. She is a Cathobie and 1 am
Protestant. She has asked me to be
come a Catholic, and 1 am willing to do
so. l.et me state that iny parents are
I Catholics. At w hat age do you think
voung people ought to be engaged? 1
do not intend to marry till I am _'.l.
which will make her 21. Is this a good
age' A S
She wants you to become a Catholic
you are willing, and your parents are
Catholics. Under the circumstances,
there could be no objection save this:
You are only eighteen, and may love
many times before you wed. Do you
intend to change your religion to suit
every gill?
You are young to become engaged,
though and JI «r« not tow y oung to
ma t ry.
Continue your engagement, and b
happy in it, but don't change your re
ligion until y'lir wedding day is set.
HOW ABOU ! ’>OUR MOTHER?
Den Miss Fairfiyt
\ gen' eman friend of mine, whom I
hav» seen three times, but during that
I time we seemed to understand one an
other very well, asked me for mv ring.
■nd tn <-x-h.inge gave me his My
mother is very mucn against it, but I
J'he Bathing Girl of Today
The Wading Suit—A Necessary Adjunct to a Mountain Trip
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silks running around., the Jiem and .dec
orating the w ide sleeves.
The white silk bathing suit, forbid
den on various beaches, v ben it reap
pears as a wading suit w )fi be proper
ly appreciated. f<>r it Is anything hut
immodest. Like Madanid Bans Gene,
the wader may exclaim: "I have fewer
clothes on when I'm dressed than when
I'm wading."
There is no indication that the luxu
rious bathing and wading suits are
merely a fad or a passing fashion.
Those of us who .are swimmers view
claim it is only a fad, as we have mere
ly loaned to one another, and will re
turn them at same future date. I am
very much distressed, as mother wants
me to return the ring the next time I
see him. I am afraid of embarrassing
him, and would not care to lose his
friendship. R. L.»G.
You do not want to hurt his feelings.
Do you consider your mother's? You
are putting him paramount, and 4 am
sorry. My dear girl, your mother Is
right. It is silly to exchange rings with
a man who is almost a stranger, and no
plea that it is a fad will excuse it. Re
turn his ring and get hack your own.
If it offends him. let the incident end
your acquaintance.
MEET INDIFFERENCE WITH IN
DIFFERENCE.
Dear Miss Fait fax:
1 am acquainted with a young man
whom I love very much. I have known
him from childhood. At times he seems
devoted to me and then again he seems
indifferent. How can 1 win this young
man's love? MIRIAM B.
There Is one sure way in which you
can NOT win it. and that is by letting
him see you want It. If he is cool, be
cool yourself. Instead of worrying over
his indifference, let him realize that he
Is not sure of you The man who knows
he can wander off from a gfirl and come
hack when he chooses usually doesn’t
choose to come back.
IT IS HER PRIVILEGE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
For the last year I have hem visiting
a girl and during that time she has
been out only twice with any other fel
low. Lately she told me people said
she was foolish to settle down snd keep ,
company w ith only one. She said in ;
the future she intended to see all the ■
fellows. Previous to this she always |
t >ld me she cared for me only and even '
set a date for our engagement. R. C.
At least give her the credit for frank- |
n< s« and honesty of purpose, if she is:
showing » vidence that she is tired of j
you, that is largely your fault. You
either have been too devoted, or not de.
voted enough. A girl soon tires of a
man she can walk all over, and site also
tires of one who doesn't make an es- ;
fort to entertain her. Look y ourself I
over for the fault. If satisfied your
conduct has been above reproach, give '
her up and forget her.
the increasingly extravagant bathing
suit .vith alarm becauste no one can
swim in it, and to wear a serviceable
swimming suit will soon stamp one as
very conspicuous. However, now that
this elaborate costume has a real pur
pose of its own there is no reason why
we shouldn’t all be happy.
If you swim, stick to the old-fash
ioned, comfortable garment and hide
your lack of fine clothes in the water.
If you can't swim, walk in sartorial
splendor and bask in the admiration of
the crowd.
YOU HAVE THE PREFERENCE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have been keeping company with a
girl about two years and a few months
ago I noticed her attention was being
cooled off by keeping company with
other young men. I have had many
quarrels with her and still she seems
willing to have my company, while she
doesn't care for any of the other boys
when she has a falling out with them.
J. S. G.
Some women love most the man with
wmom they quarrel the hardest. Her
desire to make up with you. and her
indifference to results when she quarrels
with others, gives you every Yeason to
hope. I do not believe, however, that
quarrels—even love quarrels—are safe
or same If you pan't get along now
without fighting, how do you expect to
get along when there are more serious
things to cause disagreement?
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Your hair is as sensitive as your skin
even more so. It stands up under heavy
hats, curling irons, and diseases of the
scalp, etc.— —But there is a limit.
When you comb and brush your hair in
the morning, watch for the "TRAILERS"
that turn grey, fall out, and comb out with
the first morning brush.
You MUST know that there’s something
wrong. If your hair was in good health,
! it wouldn’t fall out, nature never intended
1 that. There is something wrong at the root
of things- the hair needs a tonic-a restorer.
When you are sick you take medicine.
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By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
THE hero who Is sung is never so
heroic and appreciative that tie
is above criticising the singer
and the song.
Lysander John Appleton will be a
hero tomorrow. He is a father, and to
morrow is Bather’s day. One day in
the year has been set aside to be de
voted to singing Bather’s praises, and
instead of calmly accepting the homage
paid him, father objects to the manner,
in which it is paid.
Lysander John began his protest
against this annual lionization of fa
thers (inaugurated, he deelaes. to make
up for a year of neglect) over a week
ago. He will continue to emit little
squeals of protest from his throne al!
day tomorrow.
But that will make no difference to
Mrs. Lysander John and Daysey May
me. He is FATHER, and must be hon
ored in their way if they have to bind
him with ropes, gag him with a towel
and drag him to his pedestal to do it.
Lysander John’s conversations may
begin with an audience, but they al
ways terminate as a soliloquy. This
has been especially true all this week in
his wails against being butchered to
morrow to make a holiday.
Objects to the Flower.
The women have selected the white
rose as the emblem for Father’s day.
"It’s the flower they send to the
dead,” how led Lysander John. "No one
connects a real live wire with a white
rose. I insist that our emblem be a
daisy! That's what we men are—dai
sies—and I want a sprig of boy’s. love
and old man thrown in.
"I also demand that a bachelor’s but-
Up-to-Date Jokes
Dixon —My wife is fearfully cross
It's a sign she’s getting better, I sup
pose.
Enpec (resignedly)—My wife is al
ways in robust health.
Sally Gay—What a cunning little fel
low Mr. Callipers is!
Jenny Swift—Cunning? Why, he’s
dreadfully bow-legged.
Sally Gay—Yes, but that gives Kim
such an arch look, you know.
Messrs. Grinder & Molar, teeth ex
perts. were having their premises
painted, and on a card attached to the
door were the words "wet paint" in
large letters. Mr. Molar was wonder
ing why so many persons paused in
passing by the door and went off laugh
ing.
The reason was somebody for a joke
had erased the two “t's” from the card,
making the announcement read "we
pain."
“Say, mate, why did they bring you
here?" the old resident at the asylum
w : hispered cautiously to the new
comer
"Me? Oh, I take fits,” replied the
novice.
“So do I.” the old staler cried, with
joy. "Come along and have one with
me!"
Comradeship, hospitality and tact
could go no farther.. The two fled to
the garden together.
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ton be pinned on those men who havt
never married, and that they also b'
slaughtered. It isn't fair to compe.
only those who have married to go tt
church and hear a preacher tell how
good they are.
“Instead of father getting a day off
on the only day in the year that is
given him, he is to get another day on.
He is to sit on a porch all day instead
, of being allowed to go out and fish for
them. «,
"He must go to church, dragged there
bj ail his women folks, which me*>x.
there is no one at home to get dinner.
"He is entitled to a feast, and will
find at night he has been treated to a
famine. Accustomed to the cold pota
toes of life all his years, he finds on his
one day that his women folks are too
busy singing his praise to prepare any
thing else.
, "The only time he likes poetry is
when he is in love, yet he will have it
flung at him with both feet, and be
compelled to applaud when it hits him.
Has to Pay For Them,
"He must wear a buneXt of white
roses in his coat though they make
him look like a soldier’s grave. And
he also has to pay for them.
"He must look grateful when toasted
in weak tea. and if he demands any
thing stronger it will remind his,wom
en folks of the first song eve composed
in Father's honor, and that song was
'Father. Dear Father, Come Home With
Me Now.’
"He wants a nice juicy steak: he will
get odes. He wants to read his Sunday
paper in peace; he will be compelled to
attend so many church services in his
honor he won't be fit to enjoy his Sun
day papers before Tuesday noon.
"There are some saints, whose days
are observed as fasts, and other saints
whose are observed as feasts. Fa
ther is a. saint whose day is observed as
a fast, and why? Because that suits
the women better!
"The sacred services will not be con
fined to those at church.” added Ly
sander John grimly. "When l*ather
reaches home he will find some one still
taking up a collection, tp be continued
at intervals all day, owing to the melt
ing Influence this hero-worship is hoped
to have on Father."
But his protests will accomplish
nothing more than to increase his tem
perature. And an increased tempera
ture will wilt the laurels on his brow.
For there is nothing in the world as
futile as the protests of a married man.
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