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THE QEOBQIAN’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.
Edith ( Barrington had not spoken the
truth to her husband when she said it
"as her father she dreaded to meet. Sir
George, with all his fussiness, his cynical
»acK or sympathy wltn feminine “whim
sies,” as he cahed them, would have been
bad enough: but Betty the new’ Betty,
who last night had emerged out of the
borderland of shadows, where she had
been wandering for a week -Betty, whom
she had so scandalously wronged!
“Tony is right,” Edith muttered to her
self. “Something dreadful has happened
to Betty. Some terrible change has come
over her.”
Puzzling Thoughts.
Lying back on the couch, her pale, love
ly face sharply defined against the amber
satin of its old-fashioned cushions. Mrs.
Barrington passed in review the events
of last night.
What on earth had happened to Betty
down by the river l ' She asked herself.
What was it that had awakened her dor
mant memory? Like Rimington, she won
dered if it could he possible that during
this week Betty had been playing a part,
and., like Rimington. she decided that it
was not possible. She knew Betty ton
well: the girl’s frank nature was not ca
pable of deception, far less of a week of
sustained deceit.
Vet the girl had slipped out after din
ner. eluding her vigilance, a child in ali
but years a naughty child escaping from
her nurse, a woman for whom the present
did not exist and less than two hours
afterwardfl she had returned, to all out-
seeming the old Betty, as though
nl Grange illness had seized her. the
same Betty who had kisesd her good-by
when she set out on the mission that had
erded so mysteriously.
“Edith, my memory has come back.”
That was ail that Betty had said. Vet
hdw did. she know that her memory had
hem lost? Edith asked herself, and knew
tha lUmtnglpn must have told her. The
gir had given no explanation, had made
no protestations, nor had all her
tiots elicited any from her. Instead, it
was Betty “who had questioned her
dj/ln't get the money, darling; but
it nusJ be got,” she said. “Tell me all
tha has happened, every single thing
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about Edmond. Has anything happened
- has he spoken?”
The Awful Story.
“Spoken!” With a rush of words Edith
had poured out her story, the history of
the murder in Tempest street, the details
of Levasseur's arrest, of his impudent
boldness in sending for her and his chal
lengc;
“Find the murderer—find the man who
did this thing.”
“He protested his innocence. Betty
swore to it. and, scoundrel as he is. I be
lieve him; of murder, at least, he is not
guilty. But what can I do—l who know’
nothing?”
As she spoke with a sense of shame
that scorched her. Edith’s eyes had
searched the pale, pain-drawn face of the
girl before her.
Levasseur— Edmond Levasseur arrest
ed for murder!” As It had seemed to
Rimington that lie could not forget the
agony that thrilled in those words of
Betty’s. “I remember," so now it seemed
to Edith Barrington that the pain which
rang In that appalled question must echo
forever in her heart. “Edmond Levas
seur! Oh. Edith, Edith!”
And for the moment it was she who
bad to turn comforter, to hold the trem
bling girl against her breast and chafe
the ice-cold hands.
“Betty little Betty, won't you speak to
me? Won't you confide in me? What
happened—for I know that something
dreadful must have happened. Child,
were you at Tempest street, and what
took you there? Do you know anything
of this?”
B/it no answer to all her questionings.
Betty had clung to her for a long time
, silent and trembling; only al last when,
her own misery taking fire at the contact
with hers, Mrs. Barrington had broken oul
into despairing words: “It’s the end,
Betty, absolutely the end! All this week
I have waited and hoped -heaven knows
: for what. But Tony is beginning to sus
pect something. I suppose I look strange
hunted and desperate. And how long
will Levasseur stay his hand. I can bear
it no longer. Tomorrow they are bring
ing little Phil back from Paris, and when
I have kissed him good-by—after that’’—
Betty,, as though the words called her
back from some terrible place of dreams,
had broken out with a strange energy.
Betty’s Vow.
‘ Edith, you mustn’t speak like* that,
ou mustn t. It kills me to hear you. It
breaks my heart. You’ve got nothing to
fear, darling, nothing. So much I can
I tell you with absolute certainty. How
| ever dark things may seem. I can at least
I I buy Edmond Levasseur's silence I can
I buy lhal !”
Only these words, and with them the
I i girl had left her. rushing from the room
| like* a w oman possessed. But for all their
| convictions they bad brought no reassur-
■ ante to Edith Barrington. Fear had her
far too tightly in its grip; apart from re-
| assuring her. indeed, they had seemed
■ once again to knock home with tremen-
I dous emphasis that question Levasseur
. had put to her at their hideous inter
view :
i “But what <>f your sister. Bgtty? What
‘ of her?"
It was plain that Edmond Levasseur
» I knew something of Betty's presence In
■ that house where murder had been done.
I'pid hr know anything of the presence
there of Belt' s lover?
Why had Rimington been there? Search
ing her mind for memories. Edith could
1 find no reason. She knew nothing of
• Toby —nothing of Rimington's hatred of
i >he man who had fleeced his brother- but
• vaguely she remembered that Jack Rim
ir.gton had lately boasted of coming in
I presentl.\ for money. Jane, the pleasant
faced woman she had slandered to her
1 husband a few minutes since, had gns
s’ped cheerfully on the subject. “They do
-a v that one of these days Mr. lack's to
he a rich man.”
Was this the source from which his
i- tiune was to come? of course it wasn't
only what was he doing there that
[ night, and why had he spoken so st range -
, ly to Betty of his presence in Tempest
street down there by the river?
over and over again the same questions
I weaved themselves into her thoughts.
' The way out of her trouble stared her
lin life face. It would be so easy to vast
| suspicion on Jack Rimington. cast it in
such away that, however innocent he
, was. he would find it difficult to clear
I himself, save at Betty 's expense. After
j all. it was only right that the police
l should know but she had stopped short
i al that argument.
A She-Judas.
' Only Betty's lover -little Betty's lover.
1 ' It had been a bitter thing to bring her-
* i self to do to play the Judas to the man
1 whom Betty loved But those who would
r weave ropes of sand must have the devil
» ■ for master She thought of Levasseur
in prison—of his threat and of his prom
ise. Only she. who knew him so in-
* Ornately. knew how entirely he was to
be depended upon to keep his word as the
k purpose served him Destruction or sal-
I ration he rose before her memory hold-
I ing them out before her at a price.
Continued Tomorrow.
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The Making of a Pretty Girl
The Spoiled Child, the Self-Conscious Beauty and the ( Duckling
By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER
I i ——
AT sefrool. when all other topics of conversation
are worn out. girls always know they can start
something by asking the old familiar question:
' "Would you rather be beautiful or elfcver?"
L’p to a certain age girls all answer "I'd rather be
beautiful," and it's only after hope has vanished that
1 they choose the other alternative.
Generally speaking, the family tha'l produces one
perfect beauty has to pay very dearly for their dis
tinction. and the bill is usually settled by the beauty’s
’ less attractive sisters. There is a certain type of girl
who is beautiful in her cradle, adorable in the toddling
I stage, fascinating even during her second fiooth period,
, and altogether bewitching from the time she starts her
teens.
Her path is one of triumph, and this lovely creature
’ knows she Is beautiful, and is conscious of the' fact
J from the day she is two until she is qighty. She can't
I help knowing it . for it's the first thing she hears as a
i baby, and the chant of praise accompanies her thuougli
’ her school days, the chorus being swelled by her
teachers and elders, who say, before her: "Isn’t Mabel
, a beautiful child!” exactly as if Mabel were deaf,
dumb and blind to the fact of her own charms.
>. If Mabel grows up into a half-way possible creature
she really deserves credit, for such flattery as she
1 receives from her parents, her schoolmates, her teach
‘ ers and others who should know better would turn a
much more solid little brain than the one that's hidden
under Mabel's curls. Too often Mabel grows into a
: conscious beauty, thoroughly imbued with the fact
that the universe was made as a sort of background
for her own delightful person, and that her gift of
beauty is something for which she deserves great
credit and prai e and the eternal sacrifice of her fam
ily's unselfish devotion
• I have often wondered why it is that the pretties’
; dothe=. the best looking hats, all the little extra
fineries, naturally gravitate toward the prettiest girl
> in the family, who really does not need’them, while
, her less attractive sisters are graciously permitted to
. wear out Mabel's old dresses and things. It Is for
them that the arts of the dressmaker and milliner
( should be especially recommended.
Generally, Mabel marries early, for marriage Is her
. aim and end, and if she is still beautiful after the
age of thirty it is because brain and work have been
added to her latural attractiveness, for the Mabel
type doesn't stay beautiful long, and nothing much is
■ heard of her after her brief reign as a belle, though
she never recovers from the consciousness of her own
; importance.
> The ugly duckling, especially if she has pretty sls
j ters or relatives, begins life with a dreadful handicap
and Just as Mabel is told how sweet she is. the poor
little ugly duckling is informed with brutal frankness
i by her nurse, and often by her mother, that she is
i certainly no beauty.
If you are an ugly duckling, find out what good point
? you have, for everybody has one. at least. Cultivate
that one point, if it Is your hair or your hands, the
’ way you walk, or the quality of your voice; make the
r most of that.
Don't think that you can let yourself go in any way,
r either In your press or manners, because you are not
_ as good looking as the other girls.
1 When you have exhausted your outward resources of
■ beauty, rememtjer that there is a great field, an un
r discovered country of the mind and lovely disposi
tion which has attractions greater than a pretty face
for many men and women, and that is a field in whityh
t you can own just as much as you are capable of devel
oping.
r Beauty up to twenty-five is mostly physical. After
> that it is more and more a question of disposition
, character and mentality, with enough vanity to care
» for outward apperrances.
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There is a certain type of girl who knows she is beautiful, and is conscious of the fact from the day she is two
until she is eighty.
: FABLES OF THE WISE DAME * By Dorothy Dix
ONCE upon a time there was a
Youth whose Chief Stock in
Trade was a Good Opinion of
Himself, and who believed that he was
a Lady Killer for fait. He was one of
those Tack Headed Reggies, who stand
out in front of Theaters and ogle every
woman who passes, and who believed
that when they Saunter up Broadway
thev mash them right and left. In ad
dition, he did a Monologue on "Hearts
that I have Broken" that made the Lis
, tener very Weary.
"1 am sorry for Little Tiddlede
-1 dums." he would say. "but Nature is to
j blame for having made me Irresistibly
- Attractive. I do not feel, though, that
it would be right for me to Throw my
self away on any Ordinary Girliklns,
and the one who captures me for a
c Husband will have to be a Prize Win
* ner.
» Best Good Enough.
"1 do not intend to be taken in by
1 any Old Thing. The Best Is Good
- Enough for me. In the first place, the
Lady who Is lucky enough to get me to
the Altar must be a Peacbcrino, for I
do not propose to ait opposite to any
i Chromo for the next twenty or thirty
• years.
"Then she mus’ he a Swell Looker,
and know how to wear the Merry Re-
I galla. for 1 could not stand for a Wife
who looked as if she nad been snatched
out of the Grab Bay, at a Church Pair.
•• "Os course, she must be Wise to the
r Six Best Sellers, and help to the Dally
’• Papers, so that she can entertain me
J when I come home Tired, hut I pass up
your Strong .Minded Femnlea who h. ve
opinions of their own. and who think
that they can give as Good a Guess at
what Mr. Roosevelt is going to Do
Next, or w hich way Governor Wilson is
going to change his mind, as Iter Hus
band can. No. sir: in my Family there
is going to be only one Oracle, and 1
am going to be it.
"The Girl I tie up with must also he
Domestic and know how to do, Stunts
on the Cooking Stove, and how to make
over her last year's Hat so her Dearest
Enemy won't know it from a Paris
Confection. Rut Heaven preset ve me
from a Wife who looks as if site had
just stepped out of the Kitchen, and
who can only talk Sterilized Baby Con
versation I
"Nor could I stand fora Side Partner
who was not used to Fashionable So
ciety, but by the time 1 get ready to
put my Head in the Matrimonial Halter
I will be Good and Tired of balls and
Parties and Theaters, and the swift
Racket, and I shall wanl to Cut it Out,
so 1 expect my Wife to be Able to
Shine in the Four Hundred, and will
ing to go when I want to go. but Per
| feCtly Contented to stay at Horn.- ami
| Read me to Sleep when I prefer to
| Camp by my own Register
Must Have a Wad.
"She must also have a Sizable Wad
of Dough. Not that I am after th<
j Plunks, but a Man Does Enough for a
I Woman when he Marries her without
I having to Support her. Ge,-, if any
Girl thinks I'm going to cut down on
rnv cfgar Money anil Drinks to pay fm
her Frocks she's got another tltirs
coming her Way . Sure.
"Above all. I »hall expect my Wife to
Ibn Properly Grateful to me for tin
I Honor I have done her In Marrying
| her. She mu'-i laugh at my Joi.' -, Lis.
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Corfsuit my Taste. Defer to my judg
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Happy and Com •■nt ed ’
"To the Pines, cried a Woman who
had been Listening to the Youth, "what
you need is a Nerve Specialist instead
of a Wife. You demand that the Worn,
an who gets you shall he Beautiful. In
telligent, Rich and Amiable. What do
you suppose such a Paragon would
want with you?"
Moral: This Fable teaches why there
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If bother'd with wrinkles sagging
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A Home of Dreams
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
"The hearj of a girl in spring is the
home of dreams."
Meredith Nicholson.
HERE comes a time to a girl
! when, without apparent cause,
she likes to go off by heraelf.
and dream.
It is not of a lover, her family avers,
because not only docs she have none
but she is too young to have one.
But one doesn’t have to have a lover
to dream of one. And one is never too
young to dream.
■Those who have known disillusion
ment. who have found that the taste
at the bottom of the glass is bitter,
though it was sweet at the beginning,
will say in some bitterness that “she
will soon wake up.”
Perhaps, who knows? Perhaps she
may never wake up. The happiest folks
never do. and some wouldn’t wake up
If those who are bitter through ex
perience didn't take pains to awake
them. •
But because she is happy in her
dreams, encourage her to dream. It
is all there is to life. The Dream part.
If a girl dreams, she Is living a life
that is her ideal. In her dreams she is
knowing every Joy she has longed for,
she is realizing every secret ambition.
She knows no fear of sorrow. When
that fear reaches her, she will cease
dreaming.
A dream is the magic of youth, and
those remain young who can dream
longest.
The real troubles are easier to bear
if one can occasionally slip back into
dream life where troubles have no ex
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Because of the dreams troubles be
come vague and shadowy and lose their
vitality. And are soonest forgotten.
"The heart of a girl in spring is the
home of dreams.".
Don't scoff at the dreamer. Don't
tell of that alarm clock whose name
is Trouble. -
Eet her dream on, and It will do
those who are older much good if they
will occasionally slip away from things
that have an uncompromising, material
existence and embark with her on the
dream boat.
For it touches on the shores of a
land called Hope.
Do You Know—
Homeless persons in London on one
night recently exceeded 1,200 in num
ber. - - ,
Entertainments In London are at
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Sable hunting has been prohibited
for three years by the Russian parlia
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More than 5,000,000 bunches of ba
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Calcutta, with its population of
1,300,000, is the atecond city In the
British empire.
Eagle* have been noticed flying at a
height of 6,000 feet, and storks and
buzards at 2,000 feet. A lark will rise
to the -same height, and so win erowe
As a rule, however, birds do not fly at
a greater height than 1,000 feet.