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THE GEOSOIAM’S MAGAZIME,' 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. “Retty, dear. I didn't bring you here," he said gentl> Don’t you remember? You slipped away from my side whep the light went out and got a wax, thank heaven—a week ago. Betty. Do you realize that?" *'A week ago, Jack? What do you mean?" She raised her face from her hands and looked at him with wide eyes. **A week' Had he ever been mdd enough to enter tain the thought of her guilt? Looking at her now, Rimington knew that, what ever he had dreaded /luring the time of hideous tension in the house in Tempest street, whatever fears had racked him during these past black days, now, face to face with her. the thoughts had been a blasphemy. "Yes, dear, a week," he said. "You’ve heard how fear ami pain have turned people’s hair white in a night. Betty, ami the fear ami pain of that night have robbed you of a week of life. For a week, ever since you came home that awful night, you have been like a little child— the Betty of ten years ago. Dr. Hardinge hardly dared to hope the gales 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. I can 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 onbe again into those strange, pale distances of the gray bor derland where her little feel had been p straying "Only a vague, terrifying dream." As gently as he could he told her ail 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?" he asked her. "Dear heart, why were you in 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 spoke with conviction. She had nothing io fear, because, though she was the victim <»f some terrible coincidence, though (he ugly octopus of mystery had swept Its coils about her sts it had about himself, of any participation in the nag •dy that had taken place in that house of the clocks she was as innocent as he knew himself to be. The conviction came to 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 serin human like a broken marionette. A man that old man -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 hoped for contradiction. "[ &Cw. yes,” he broke out, eagerly. "But before, darling before. What hap pence! first, Betty? Try to tell me; so much depends upon it." A change came over the girl's face. "Oh. I don't know I don’t know." she repeated. "I seem to see everything pl ough'- a . veil a mist. Only when you showed me ;he bug. 1 remembered- the house with its clocks, the quiet room with lie jewels on the table, and—it." "You can't even remember why you went t«» Tempest street?” Rimington cried, aghast. Betty hesitated. Then, as he repeated bis question: "Yes. I can remember that," she said: ! "but with a sudden little gesture of At Fountains & Elsewhere Ask for "HOBLICK’S' The QiiEina! and Genuine MALTED MILK * Ths Food-drink for All Ages. At restaurants, hotels, and fountains. D“licious, invigorating and sustaining. Keep it on your sideboard at home. Don't travel without it. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no imitation. Just say “HORLICK S. Not in Any Trust SEASHORE Excursion ; VIA Southern Ry. Premier Carrier of the South. 5 p Friday, June 28 . $6.00 JACKSONVILLE, limit 6 days t SB.OO TAMPA. limit 8 days | ■sfT6o"lßß UNSWICK, limit 6 days I "$6.00 ST. SlMONS.limit B_days ■s6ibO _ CUMBERLAND, limit" 6 days Tickets good returning on any regular train within limit. IWO SPECIAL TRAINS FROM ATLANTA 8:00 p m,. solid Pullman train; I Arrive Jacksonville 7:00 a. tn 8:30 p itv. coaches only; Arrive Jacksonville 7:30 a. in These trains will not stop at local stations. Tickets will be sold from Allanta only. Brunswick Passengers. Passengers for Brunswick. Cum berland and St. Simons will he handled In extra coaches and sleeping cars attached to the regu lar train leaving Atlanta at 0:30 p. m.. arriving Brunswick 7:4f> a m . connecting with boats for the islands. For further information write or call on James Freeman, division passenger agent Southern Railway. No. I Peachtree st.. Atlanta. ■ JOHN I. MEEK. A. (J. P. A ■ 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. T haven't the right to tell you that." The eagerness which had flamed up in Rlmingtorfs eyes went out. The memory of the story Saxe had told 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. What was this secret that Betty could not share with him, though she shared it with another? Now for the first time dur ing thi§ 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 how his face darkened. "You’re angry, Jack." x 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. He was hurt and he told her so, hardly realizing how hard a note rang in his voice. "No: not angry, Belly but hurt a lit tle. I confess, that you. whom I have trusted so much, should trust me so lit tle." "Jack aren't you a littlo 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 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 mailer of life and death. During the w£ek that has dropped so inexplicably out of your life things have happened. A man has been arreste<l for the murder in Tempest street a man I firmly believe to be innocent, but unless you or I can help him he'll be hanged undoubtedly 1 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 had obtruded itself between him and Betty's white one, that had lent a bru tality to his words of which he wa< quite unconscious. Certainly effect on the girl before him took him quite unawares. She turned to him quickly, looked at him tor a moment In silence, then: "There is only one explanation 1 can give. Jack." she said, in a quiet, curious ly clear voice, "and that I can give with out violating any confidence. I was at Tempest street on the night of the mur der. and in a moment of panh; I stabbed a man this man you say is Fitzstephen. the money lender. I must tell the police ail I know. <»f course this man who has been arrested is innevent." Something That Stirred in the Trees. For a moment her meaning evaded him: then, with a horror-stricken exclamation, he moved toward her. "Betty- hush! You -don't know vyhat you are saying " He gave a half-glance over his shoulder, dreading lost 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 cant 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" — Her voice faltered and died. Riming ton looked at her. gripped to silence b> the tragedy and horror of the scene Ids blundering had evoked. She had never seemed so lovely, so desirable in hi? 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 first hint of another's danger was not t rue. "But 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 I can't remember," she said, dully. "It’s so strange. I went to Tempest street yes. I can tell you that not to see him: 1 had never seen this man before. Yet I 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 you say. It's absurd on the face of it. Because I found you in the room with a murdered man what does that prove? I suppose yon blundered. Into the room, saw something that drove you half mad with fright, and in your fright you picked up the knife. Can’t you see that’’ Why on earth should you kill a man you had never seen before?" Yet even as he spoke a remembrance Hashed up in his mind of words until that moment forgotten the faltered words this girl had uttered when she tottered toward him in that silent room: "This man this man tried" They seemed tn fit in like the pieces of a puz zle that form a tantalizing portion of an 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 of conviction when he spoke; "There is some hideous veil of mystery over the matter, hut you can't pierce it hy a false and ridiculous statement:" hut for all bis conviction he realized what an ugly mys tery it was-, and remembered also how even he had doubled. To Be Continued in Next Issue. Searchlight on the Sky Mrs. E. A. Bishop, <>f Brooklyn, N. Y„ says: "1 should like to have the merits of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege table Compound thrown on the sky with a searchlight, so that all suffering women could read and be convinced that there Is a remedy for their ills. Eor years I was a great sufferer from organic female troubles and had de spaired of ever being well again, but found relief in Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound, which I tried as a last resort. ’’ ■ Eor nearly forty years Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Compound has been the standard remedy fol' fernale Ills. By Margaret Hubbard Ayer. THE newest thing is a wading suit. It's the aristocratic cousin to the bathing suit ami "never goes near the water." It can be made of anything you like from brocade io ordinary plain silk, but, of course, silk it must 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, marie er 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 beaullful suit, or get one’s hair out of crimp or make one look forlorn and bedraggled as does swimming in the wet, wbt water. Another Reason. Then let me whisper 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." Rut if you think wading is just a simple Gilbertian thing when you take off your stockings and saunter into the waves up to your ankles, you are mistaken. Wading ne cessitates the 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 head to protect you from tlie sun, and your handkerchief, mirror and powder rag in a silk bag dangling fiom 'our wrist and your well dressed and marveled hair showing from under the prettiest cap-in the worftl. You step into the water uttering ap propriate cries of "Oh! how ’Cold," etc,. 'll / •;' I! rl / \ I n ‘ll/7 \\ |A I/ 1 Y \\ \\ A a- —- \\ I Jtr j^* Blß j \\ \ ' I X z/Z \\ \ J/! and tile entire beach and all the peo ple on the pier look on in admiring as tonishment at your perfectly fitting costume and your expensively corseted i figure. , Lest I 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 i of different kinds of silk heavily em broidered. Tlie most impressive one I have seen, designed for the trousseau of a summer belle, Is of black silk with a lose 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 latly six months younger titan myself forth" last three years. We love each other dearly and her parents approve. But I am not earning enough to mar ry on! She says she wdll be willing to wait a wear or more. Are such long engagements desir able? I may have to leave the city for several months. Would it be right to marry her before I go? JOHN B. A long engagement, while not al ways desirable, is infinitely better than a marriage on inadequate means. Don't 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 will wait until your income warrants the expense of a home and wait patiently and faithfully. UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES. YES. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am a lad of eighteen anil deeply in love w ith a girl of sixteen, who returns her sincerest love. Though we are very young, wc have promised each other to stay together until we are old enough to marry. She is a Catholic and I am Protestant. She has asked me to be come a Catholic, and I am willing to do so. Let me state thait my parents arc Catholics. At what age do you think young people ought to be engaged'? I do not intend to marry till I am 23. which w ill 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. Cnder the circumstances, there could be no objection save this: You are only eighteen, and may love many times before you w>ed. Do you intend to change your religion to suit every girl? You are young to become engaged, though 23 and 21 are not too young to marry. Continue your engagement, and tr happy in it, but don't change your re ligion until your wedding day is set. HOW ABOUT YOUR MOTHER? Dear Miss Fairfax: A gentleman friend of mine, whom I have seen three times, but during that time we seemed to understand one an other very well, asked me for my ring, and In exchange gave me his. My mother is very much against it, hut I The Bathing Girl of Today The Wading Suit—A Necessary Adjunct tn a Mountain Trip y JBgratj *» /S'/ w silks running around the bcm and dec orating the w ide sleeve.'-. The white bathing suit, forbid den on various beaches, w lien it reap pears as a wading suit wiil be proper ly appreciated, for it is anything but immodest. Like Madame Sans 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 '■laitn it is only a fad. as w e 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 ting the next time I see him. I am afraid of embarrassing him. and would not <'are to lose his friendship. R. L. G. ( You do not want to hurt itis feelings. Do you consider your mother's? You ■ are putting him paramount, and T am sorry. My dear girl, your mother Is ’ right. It is silly to exchange rings with a man who 1s almost a stranger, and no ( plea that it is a fad will excuse it. Re turn his ring and get back your own ! if it offends him, let the incident end I your acquaintance. MEET INDIFFERENCE WITH IN DIFFERENCE. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am acquainted with a young man whom I love very much. I have known him from childhood. Al times he seems devoted to me a.nd then again he seems indifferent. How can I win this young ! man's love? MIRIAM B. , There is one sure way in which you ■ can NOT win if, and that is by letting 1 him see you want it. If he is ’cool, be 1 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, girl ami come ' back when he chooses usually doesn't ' choose to come back. i IT IS HER PRIVILEGE. Dear Miss Fairfax: For the last year I have be n visiting , a girl and during that time win-has been out onlj twiie with an> other fel ’ low. Lately she told me people said , she was foolish io settle down and keep company with only one. She said in the future she intended to sec all the fellows. Previous to this she always . told me she cared fol me only and even i set a date for our engagement. R. C. At least give her the medit for frank ness and honesty of purpose. If she Is showing evidence that she i- tired of you. that Is largely your fault. You either have been too devoted, or not do. Voted enough. A girl soon tires of a man she can walk all over, and she also ' tires of one who doesn't make an ef fort to entertain her. Look yourself over for the fault. If atislled yottr Bonduel has'been above reproach, give her up and forget her. the increasingly extravagant bathing suit Nith alarm because no one can swim in it. and to wear a serviceable swimming .‘mil 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 he 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 1 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. Somc.women love most the man with whom they quarrel the hardest. Her 1 desire to make up with you, ami her indifference to results when she quarrels with others, gives you every reason to hope. 1 do not believe, however, that quarrels—even love quarrels—are safe or san.e If you can't get along now without fighting, how do you expect to get along when there are more serious things to cense disagreement'? WHEN YOUR HAIR BRUSHES OUT Your hnir 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. i , You MUST know that there’s something ! wrong. If your hair was in good health, | it wouldn't fall out, nature never intended i that. There is something wrong at the rool 1 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 of “complaining of illness.” It can't do it in any other wav. —Do YOUR part. Use- HAY’S HAIR HEALTH SI.OO ond !>o<: at Drutf Store* or direct upon receipt of price and dealer’* name. Send 10c lot trial bottle. Philn H«y Spec. Co., Newark. N. J- FOR SALE AND RECOMMENDED BY JACOBS’ PHARMACY. Daysey May me and Her Folks THE hero who is sung is never so heroic and appreciative that he is above criticising the singer and the song. Lysander John Appleton will be a hero tomorrow. He is a father, and to morrow is Father's day. One day in the year has. been set aside Io be de voted to singing Father's praises, and instead of calmly accepting the homage paid him, Father objects to the manner in which It is paid. Lysander John began Ills protest against this annual libnization of fa thers (Inattguiated, he dedans, to make IIP for a n of neglect I over a we. k ago. He wiil continue to emit little squeals of protest from his throne all day tomorrow. But that will make no difference to Mrs, Lysander John and Daysey May mc. 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 diag him to his pedestal to do it. Lysander John's conversations may begin with an audience, but thee al ways terminate as a soliloquy. This has been especially line all this week in his wails against being butchered to morrow to make a holiday. Objects <o the Flower. The woman have selected the white : use as the emblem for Father's day. "It's the (lower they send to the dead." howled Lysander John. "No one eonneels a real live wire with a whit' !osr. I insist that our emblem be a daisy! That's what we men are dai sies . ,nd I want a sprig of boy's love and old man thrown in. "I also demand that a bachelor's bnt- Up-to-Date Jokes Dixon My wife is fearfully cross. It's a sign site's getting better, 1 sup pose. • Enpec (resignedly) M\ wife is al ways in robust health. Sally Gay What a cunning little fel low Mr. Callipers is! Jenny Swift <'uniting? Why. he's dt i adfully how -legged. Sally Gty Yes, but tiiat gives him such an arch-look, \ou know. Messrs. Grinder <K- Molar, teeth ex perts, were having their premises painted, and on a caul attached to the door were the words "wet paint" in large letters. Mr. Molar.was wander 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 tjSylum whispered cautiously to the new comer. "Me? Oh, 1 take fits," replied the novice. "So do 1." th- old stager 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. ~ ", : 1 /YL 'jV' y ou w:int big game or only a big .JP ll rest, take a mile high vacation in AM Jwn Colorado. You can divide your time as you please, multiply your ability to enjoy, add to your (i/M I wB happiness, and subtract your worries. I The sum total of such a vacation is be yond calculation. | ' KgJßfit4twSN'l|i!i|Hi! l .. .«'iHi<'d:ii l iiirH|^^^fnßi^|F|BlH||||ll| l>i <o*lWl} MlimronL 1 •<dh/ A trip to Colorado is but a few hours ./ / of pleasant traveling if you go via the Frisco Short Cut to Colorado The Kansas City-Florida Special it equipped for the comfort and convenience of Colorado vacationists. f Splendid electric lighted Pullman, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Birmingham and Memphis to Kansas City and Colorado without change. Modem electric lighted chair cars and Fred Harvey dining cars. A vacation in Colorado is an economy. Railroad fares are very low. Hotel ana Boarding House rates are reasonable. Send for beautiful book on Colo rado and fnll Information about low fares .. A. P. MATTHEWS, District Passenger Agent 6 North Pryor St., Atlanta. Ga. JWOPkmsl W—WILI wy uiibi By FRANCES L. GARSIDE ton he pinned on those men who have i never married, and that they also be slaughtered. It isn't fair to compel only those who have married to go to 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 S of being allowed to go out and fish for them. "He must go to church, dragged there by .ill bis women folks, which means there is no one at home to get dinner. lie is entitled to a feast, and wiil find at night lie has been treated to a famine. Accustomed to the cold pota loes of life a ]| pis years, he linds on his one day that his women folks are too busy singing itis praise to prepare any thing else. "The onlv time It- 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 musl wear a bunch of w-hite roses in his coat though they make him look like .> soldier's grave. And he alsy lias to pay. for them. "Ho must look grateful when toasted in weak tea. and if he demands any thing stronger If will remind his wom en folks of thoMrst -ong ever composed in Father's honor, and that song was 'Father. Dear i' ttlier, Come Home Willi Me Now ' "He wants a nice juicy steak; he will get tides, lie want:, to road hi F inday papfc’F in peace; lie w ill be compelled Io attend so many church service: in Ills honor Ito won't he fit to enjoy his Sun day-papers before Tuesday noon. "There ate some Isaints whose day are observed as fasts, and other saini t whose days are observed as feasts. Fa ther is a saint whose da> is observed an a fast, and why" Bo cause that Stiira , a the women better! “The sacred scr' ices will not be con fined to those at church," added Ly sander John grimly. "When Father roaches home he will find some one still taking up a collection, to be tontiijued at inlet vals all day. ow ing to the melt ing influence this hero-worship is hoped to have on Father." 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