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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZME 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.
“Betty, dear. I didn’t bring you here,”
Ft Tie said gently Don't you remember" You
slipped away from my side when the light
B went out and got away, 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,
if “A week'
Had he ever been mad enough to enter
tain the thought of her guilt? Looking
id, hep vow. Rimington knew that, what
ever »■* had dreaded during the time of
B 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
sea blasphemy.
“Yes. dear, a weqk,” he said “You’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 week,
•ver 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 gates would roll
back again for you ”
“A week out of life’ You mean that
my memory went* for a week? Jack, I
can’t understand. I can hardly lir-lieve it.
I can remember nothing, only that the
light went out and that you were near
|j me.” *
V * “Nothing -nothing at all, Betty?’’ He
hardly dared to press her —she looked ao
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
Strange, pale distances of the gray bor
derland where her little feet had been
1| 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 Rut he did not dare
to mention the Lake of Blood, nor tell of
ts the man who lay beneath the shadow of
< the rope—yet
Nothing to Fear.
“But can you remember nothing?” ho
asked her. “Dear heart, why wore 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-
K Ing ’’
He spoke with conviction. She had
nothing to fear, because, though she was
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 tn be. The conviction came
to him with as absolute a certainty as
though an angel had descended from
h heaven to confirm it
“No-—oh, I am afraid. Everything Is
so vague - black and vague and menacing
What did happen. Jack? You were there,
g and that thing at my feet. It didn't
teem human like a broken marionette
A man that old man -done to death Ro
< horrible and evil as he was 1 had a knife
in my hand you saw, Jack”'
Her eyes met his with a pitiful eager
ness, almost as though she hoped for
O contradiction.
“I saw, yes.” he broke out. eagerly
“But before, darling before What hap
pened first. Bett> .' Try to tell me; so
H much depends upon :
A change came over the girKs face
“Oh, I don't know I don't know.” she
repeated. T seem to see everything
through a veil* a mist Only when you
showed me the bag. 1 remembered the
house with its clocks, the quiet room
with the jewels on the table, and —it.”
“You can't even remember why you
went to Tempest street?" Rimington
H cried, aghast.
Betty hesitated. Then, as he repeated
his question:
“Yes, 1 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 I can't. It's not my own secret. I
haven’t the right to tell you that.”
The eagerness which had flamed up In
Rlmfngton's 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 Fltzstephen 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 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 how his face
darkened.
“You’re angry, Jack.’’
The words died in her throat with a
pitiful quiver, her hands fell to her side#
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. Betty but hurt a lit
tle. i confess, that you, whom 1 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; “hut you don't understand
how important this is a matter of life
and 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,
but unless you nr I can help him he'll he
hanged undoubtedly. I looked for so mu< h
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 <»f 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 was quite
unconscious. Certainly' their effect on the
girl before him took him quite unawares.
She turned to him quickly, looked a:
him for 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 min
der, and In a moment of panic 1 stabbed
a man this man you sa\ is Fltzstephen.
tlie money lender. I must tell the police
all 1 know (if course this man who has
been arrested is innocent ”
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 lest 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’’ —
Her voice faltered and died Riming
ton looked at her. gripped to silence by
the tragedy and horror of 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
first hint of another's danger was not
true
“But before?” he urged once again,
“(’an you remember what happened be
fore you saw the body” Hetty, darling,
speak So much depends on it. Did this
man Insult you*”
“1 don't know 1 can't remember,” she
said, dully “It’s so strange. 1 went
to Tempest street- yes, 1 can tell you
that no' to see him. 1 had never seen
this mail before. Yet 1 know be was evil
and horrible. Oh, Jack, Jack! will this
veil ever lift'.’ ’
“Betty" he interrupted her with a
r<>ugh 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'.’ 1
suppose you blundered into the room, saw
something that drove you half mad with
fright, anu in your fright you picked up
the knife Cant you see that’’ Why on
. arth should you kill a man y ou had never
seen before'’’
Yet even as he spoke a remembrance
flashed up in his mind of words until
that moment forgotten the faltered
words th. is girl had uttered when she
tottered toward him In that silent room
"This man this man tried They
seemed to fit in like the pieces of a puz
zle that form a tantalizing portion of an
uncertain picture with those other words
uttered by r her a minute since "Yet I
know he was evil and horrible."
His voice had lost nothing of its ring
of vonvVtlon when he spoke: “There s
some hideous veil of mystery over the
matter, but you can’t pierce it by a talse
and ridiculous statement. ’ but for all his
i conviction he realized what an ugly mys
tery t was. and remembered also how
even he had doubted
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
Searchlight on the Sky
Mrs E A Bishop, of Brooklyn. N
I Y„ says "1 should like to have the
I merits of Lydia E. Pinkham s Vege
table Compound thrown r>n the sky with
a -eiinhlight. so that all suffering
women could 'lead and be convinced
I that there is a remedy for their Ills.
I For rears 1 was a great sufferer from
organ!' female troubles and had <Je
| sprite.l of ,>ver being well again, but
pound relief In Lvdia E Pinkham’s
Vegetable '(impound. whb h I tried as
a la«t resoit '
F"r ncar’v fi>rtv ye.irf Lydia E.
I Pinkham ■ Vegetable Compound has
been the standard remedy for female
I ills.
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By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
newest thing is a wading suit. ' Vi
lt~ a r i»i o, ratio i le.isit :<> »n<- )
bathing .'tut and "never gor-s ‘ '
near the water." >
I: can b< made of anything vou like JMwßf
from brocade to ordinary plain silk.
li.c. of ...urso, silk It must b<-. anl
l It. r. must kinds of pretty : hings
to g., with It like cjps and hats and ’WK®
pa a'-ols md rftiiulcs ar.d ecu lunch
baskets" mad' ( , r trimmed with the
same kind of material as the wading ’ <■ y .
But oh'. wading salt" Re<-a.i»> T/
ev> rv "lie cun lad-, dear <• ■o;.-i. ar.'l
It doesn’t spoil one's beautiful suit, or / :
gel or.-ha r out of • rlmp • r make on" u yJaIMgA. £ sk, 'bSffilttL. 'A
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major yrnriis daughters :n 'l'"' 1
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I'li.d h'i .v. or on. «..|iia!ly liamlsrnne
V"' l " ISI lc in t-ilk sto. kings and & ■ WH
..mins or s.itin shoe', with a parasol l/i rWHrjji ZkL
h.ld ; your head to protect you from M I
tin sun, .nd your handkerchief, mirror Vs I Jr ..
and powder rag in a silk bag dangling
f'"'" ’'.or wist and yoiit well dressed - jf
ai"l mar'clod hair showing from under i KHr
tin prettiest cap m the world. f V'
Y"U 'll P into the water uttering rip- J* j® '
piopri.c, i ri's of ' < »h! how "old," etc., f '■
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and the entile beach anil all the peo
ple mi the pier look on in admiring as
tonishment at your perfectly fitting
costume and your expensively corseted
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
of different kinds of silk heavily em
broidered. The most Impressive one I
have seen, designed for the trousseau
of a sutnmer 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 laily
six months ynunge than myself for the
last three years We love each other
dearly and her parents approve.
Hut I am not earning enough to mar
ly on! She sax s she w ill he willing to
wait a year or more.
Are such long engagements desk
tib’e" I may have to leave the city for
several months. Would it be right to
marry her before I go" JOHN R.
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 w ife If
she loves you she will wait until your
income warrants the expense of a home
and wait patiently and faithfully.
UNDER CIRCUMSTANCES, YES.
Dun- Miss Fairfax
I am a lad of eighteen ami deeply in
love with a girl of sixteen, who returns
her sincerest love Though w e are very
young, we have promised each other to
stay together until we are old enough
to marry She is a Fathjliivand lam
Protestant. She has asked me to be
come a (’atholic, and 1 ant w illing to do
so Izet mi state that mt [girents nr*
I’atholics. At what age do you think
young people ought to be engaged? I
do not intend to marry till 1 am 2:1,
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
<’athollies. t’nder 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 gitl?
You are young to become engaged,
though 23 and it «r« not ton y oung [o
marry.
t’ontinue your engagement, and tx
happy in it. but don't change your re
ligion until your wedding day is set.
HOW ABOU" 'i DUR MOTHER?
Dea: Miss Fairf.w
A gent eman friend of mine, whom 1
have seen three times, but during that
time we «t emed tn understand one an
other very well, asked me for my ring,
and in exchange gave me his. My
'mother i» very much against it. but I
The Bathing Girl of Today
The Wading Suit—A Necessary Adjunct to a Mountain Trip
silks running around the hem and dec
orating the wide sleeves.
The white silk bathing suit, forbid
den on various beaches, when it reap
pears as a wading suit w (Q be proper
ly appreciated, for it is anything but
immodest. Like Madame Sans Gene,
the wader may exclaim: "1 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 atn
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 I 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 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. 1 hate known
him from childhood. At times he seems
devoted to me and then again he seems
indifferent. How can I win this voting
( man's love? MIRIAM B.
j 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
1 cool yourself. Instead of worrying over
his indifference, let him realize that he
, Is not sure of you. The man who knows
1 he can wander off from a girl and fonw
back when he chooses usually doesn’t
1 choose to come b>ck.
I
IT IS HER PRIVILEGE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
For the last year I have be?n visiting
a girl and during that time she has
been out "nit twice with any other fel
■ low. Lately she told me people said
i she was foolish to settle dow n and keep
company with only one. She said in
the future she intended to see all the
fellows. Previous to this she always
. told me she cared for me onlx and even
i set a date for our engagement. R. C.
At least give her the credit for frank
ness and honesty of purpose. If she is
showing evidence that she Is tired of
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 al! over, and she also
tires of one who doesn't make an ef
fort to entertain her. Look yourself
over for the fault. If satisfied your
■’ conduct has been above reproach, give
I her up and forget her.
the increasingly extravagant bathing
suit .vith alarm because no one <an
swim in it, and to wear a serviceable
swimming suit will soon stamp one as
very 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.
i 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 Mies Fairfax:
I have been keeping company with a
; girl aboujftwo years and a fpw 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.
Some women love most the man with
whom they quarrel the hardest. Her
1 desire to make up with you, and her
indifference to results when she quarrels
vith others, gives you every reason to
hope. I do not believe, however, that
quarrels—even love quarrels—are safe
or sane if you can'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 ns 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 witb
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
; I that. There issomething wrong at the rool
, 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
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Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE. I
& i
rpHE hero who is sung is never so t
| heroic and appreciative that he t
is above criticising the singer :
and the song.
Lysander John Appleton will be a 1
hern tomorrow. He is a father, and to- I
morrow is Eather’s day. One day in
the year has been set aside to be de- ‘
voted to singing Eather’s praises, and i
instead of calmly accepting the homage
paid him. Father objects to the manner 1
in which it is paid.
Lysander John began his protest
against this annual lionization of fa
thers 1 inaugui ated, 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 all
day tomorrow.
But that will make no difference to i
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 w eek 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 1
connects a real live wire with a while
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 him
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 persona 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
whispered cautiously to the new
comer.
“Me? Oh, I take fits," replied the
novice.
“So do I.” the old stager cried, with
joy. "Come along and have one with
me!"
Comradeship, hospitality and tact
could go no farther. The two’ fled to 1
the garden together.
T(F you want big game or only a big
*pj rest, take a mile high vacation in
Colorado. /|H|l ,
WsKgl You can divide your time as you please, | Ini II
multiply your ability to enjoy, add to your Bra II (
happiness, and subtract your worries. •|| I fl
The sum total of such a vacation is be- ® 18
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ton be pinned on those men who havi
never married, and that they also b<
slaughtered. It isn’t fair to compe.
only those who have married to go t<
church and h.ear a preacher tell how
good they are.
"Instead of father getting a day’ of!
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
by all his women folks, which me*vx.
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 bunch 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 rong ever 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 days are observed as feasts. F'a -
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 Father
reaches home he will find some one still
taking up a collection, to be continued
at Intervals all day, owing to the melt
ing influence this hero-worship is h6ped
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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