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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 At Fountains & Elsewhere Ask for "HORLIGK’S" The Original and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. At restaurant?, hotels, and fountains. Delicious, 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 Milk Trust | SEASHORE Excursion VIA i Southern Rv. 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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. ; $ 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 !■ Corn . r-I lioilra g;; ."| 'lues I ' WMCTjfok. mu l" W'-. i. w.,:. ~ Another Reason. o i i \ l i 'ii -a nl i •••>■ A ,< j/ " lir so. of • onrsi . it lias the <t»m|. of ap- I'l.i ~ i at" I .in the ■x.imph s< I.- . fcMar’ CA 'A major yrnriis daughters :n 'l'"' 1 1 ' ’i’■ i /-m • B'i' if'■■"i 'h no ■■e~.7nti»i iV z z ■ 1 >’ ~ : m a ■ .Vi • flf ■■ ■' - ' 1 ’it.'.' ■ o:,r ■ : kli.u - * ■ 1 ■ r J, 1 > 0.. .. i.■ mist.i .o n. \\'adi' u' • at ejisgjSSraß IrMfflaKiiMcMMSaßFc ' ' I. s-it.i'. . l.ibora' simm i p ''SwWbk ~ W 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 '■ <£> I ■ y r \\ -1 As,. 1W8» A V- ; -s - ? -o- x a /EG 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? WHEN YOLK HAIR BRUSHES OUT 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 in anv other wav.—Do Y’OL'R part. Use- HAY’S 'HAIR HEALTH $1 00 and SOe. at Drug Store* or direct noon I receipt of price and dealer a name Send 10c for trial bottle—Philo Hay Spec. Co, Newark. N.J. FOR SALE AND RECOMMENDED iBY JACOBS’ PHARMACY. 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. 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P. MATTHEWS, District Passenger Agent 1 6 North Pryor St, Atlanta, Ga. |g| IRjV 3’’ 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. 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