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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 At Fountains & Elsewhere Ask for “HORLICK’S” The Original and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for Al! 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Passengers for Brunswick. <'um herland and St Simons will he handled in extra coaches and sleeping cars attached to the regu lar train leaving Atlan'a at 8 30 p m. arriving Brunswick 7.45 a. m . connecting with boats for the islands u. ■ 1 1 ' further information write or fe., K '“b lai'icv F-eetnan division r as.■-ere b I 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 v. . ' g 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 W JF JU - n.'l / •' 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? WHEN YOUR HAIR BRUSHES OUI 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. That is your first thought. Its turning grey, falling out, are both ways the hair has ol "complaining of illness." It can't do it in anv other wav. —Do YOUR part. Use ' HAY’S HAIR HEALTH $> no and 50c at Drug Stores or direct epoc receipt of price and dealer's name. Send 10c for trial bottle - Philo Hay Spec. Co. Newark. N.J. FOR SALE AND RECOMMENDED i BY JACOBS' PHARMACY. Daysey May me and Her Folks 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. you want big game or only a big rest, take a mile high vacation in Jmk Colorado. || Hh You can divide your time as you please, tw j | multiply your ability to enjoy, add to your happiness, and subtract your worries. ij | The sum total of such a vacation is be- I j| W' yond calculation. t i tgSsE?i& V SK -- f A ROV ■ ! «.»>;./■? 5 r A trip to Colorado is but a few houn I / / of pleasant traveling if you go via the Frisco Short Cut to Colorado Th« Kansas City-Flonda Special ii equipped for the comfort and convenience of Colorado vacationist*. C© Splendid electric lighted Pullman, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Birmingham and I Memphis to Kansas City and Colorado without change. Modem electric I lighted chair cars and Fred Harvey dining cars. I A vacation In Colorado is an economy Railroad tares are verr low HoSnl 1 ¥ ouse rftte ’ * re rr »’ on «ble. send for beautiful book on Colo- f rado and full Information about low firea. \ A* P* MATTHEWS, District Passenger Agent 6 North Pryor St., Atlanta. Ga. )j| jg tj* yX » —— ——— . usUWUU BMVUI d MATTHEWS, District Passenger Agent J 6 North Pryor St, Atlants, Gs. M 3| * v , 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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