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THE GEORGIAN'S 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. Edith Barrington had not spoken the truth to her husband when she said it ’ras her father she dreaded to meet. Sir J’ewrge, with all his fussiness, his cynical lack of sympath.v with feminine “w’him sies,” as he called 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 oyer 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 rivers She asked herself. What was it that had awakened her dor mant memory? Like Rfmington, she won dered if it could be possible that during this week Betty had been playing a part, and, like she decided that it was not possible. She knew Betty too well; the girl’s frank nature was not ca pable of deception, far less of a week of sustained deceit. Yet the girl had slipped out after din ner, eluding her vigilance, a child in all but years—a naughty child escaping from her nurse, a woman for whom the present did not exist —and less than two hours ■ afterwards she had returned, to all out ward seeming the old Betty, as though no strange illness had seized her, the same Betty who had kisesd her good-by when she set out on the mission that had ended so mysteriously. "Edith, my memory has come back.” That was all that Betty had said. Yet how did she know that her memory had been lost? Edith asked herself, and knew that Rlmlngton must have told her. The girl had given no explanation, had made no protestations, nor had all her ques tions elicited any from her. Instead, it was Betty who had questioned her. “I didn’t get the money, darling; but it must be got,” she said. "Tell me all that has happened, every single thing freeTadvice TO SICKWOMEN Thousands Have Been Helped By Common Sense Suggestions. i Women suffering from any form of fe male ills are invited to communicate promptly with the woman’s private corre spondence department of the Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co., Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence. A woman can freely talk of her private illness to a woman; thus has been established a confidential corre spondence which has extended over many years and which has never been broken. Never have they published a testimonial or used a letter without the written consent of the writer, and never has the Company allowed these confiden tial letters to get out of their possession, as the hundreds of thousands of them in their files will attest. Out of'the vast volume of experience which they have to draw from, it is more than possible that they possess the very knowledge needed in your case. Noth ing is asked in return except your good wik, and their advice has helped thou- sands. Surely any woman, rich or poor, should be glad to take advantage of this generous offer of assistance. Ad dress Lydia E. Pink ham Medicine Co., (confidential) Lynn, Mass. Every woman ought to have Lydia E. Pinkham’s 80-page Text Book. It is not a book for general distribution, as it is too expensive. It is free and only obtainable by mail. Write for it today. SEASHORE Excursion. VIA Southern Ry. Premier Carrier of the South. Friday, June 28 $6.00 JACKSONVILLE, limit 6_day» $8 00 TAMPA, limit 8 days IfToO BRUNSWICK, llm t 6 days ~SfTOO ST. SIMONS, ~ limit 6 days $6.00 CUMBERLAND, limit 6 days Tickets good returning on any regular train within limit. T< SPECIAL TRAINS FROM ATLANTA S:00 p. m . solid Pullman train; Arrive Jacksonville 7:00 a m. 8:30 p. m., coaches only; Arrive Jacksonville 7:30 a. m. These trains will not stop at local stations. Tickets will be sold from Atlanta only. Brunswick Passengers. F'assengers for Brunswick. Cum berland and St. Simons will be bandied In extra coaches and sleeping cars attached to the regu- ■ lai train leaving Atlanta at »:30 " p m., arriving Brunswick 7:45 ■ am, connecting with boats for ■ the Islands For further information write or A call on James Freeman, division f passenger agent Southern Railway, M No. 1 Peachtree st., Atlanta ■ JOHN L MEEK, A. G. P. A. 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 lenge: “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 sharfle 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 seemeg to Rlmlngton that he could not forget the agony that thrilfed 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 had 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 1 know that something dreadful must have happened. Child! were you at Tempest street, and what took you there? Do you know anything of this?" i But no answer to all her questionings. Betty had clung to her for a long time . silent and trembling; only at last when, her own misery taking fire at the contact with hers, Mrs. Barrington had broken out 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. You 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 | buy Edmond Levasseur's silence—l can buy that!” Only these words, and with them the I girl had left her, rushing from the room like a woman possessed. But for all their convictions they had brought no reassur ance to Edith Barrington. Fear had her far too tightly In its grip; apart from re assuring her. indeed, they had seemed ' cnee again to knock home with tremen l dous emphasis that question Levasseur . had put to her at their hideous inter view : i "But what of your sister, Betty? What . of her?" It was plain that Edmond Levasseur '■ knew something of Betty's presence tn ' that house where murder had been done. I Did he know anything of the presence there of Betty’s lover? , Why had Rlmlngton been there? Search ; ing her mind for memories, Edith could I ; find no reason. She knew nothing of i I Toby—nothing of Rimington's hatred of I | the man who had fleeced his brother —but vaguely remembered' that Jack Rim i ington had ’ lately boasted of coming -in i presently for money. Jane, the pleasEnt I faced woman she had slandered to her I husband a few minutes since, had gos siped cheerfully on the-subject. "They do say that one of these days Mr. Jack's to' be a rich man.” Was this the source from which his ' I fortune was to come? Os course it wasn't ■ —only what was he doing there that [ night, and why had he spoken so strange . : ly to Betty of his presence in Tempest I street down there by the river? Over and over again the same questions i weaved themselves Into her thoughts. The way out of hbr trouble stared her in the face. It would be so easy to cast suspicion on Jack Rlmlngton. cast it in such away that, however innocent he was. he would find it difficult to clear himself, save at Betty's expense. After all. It was only right that the police I should know —but she had stopped short I at that argument. I A She-Judas. i Only Betty’s lover—little Betty’s lover. 1 i It had been a bitter thing to bring her ‘ self to do—to play the Judas to the man i ; whom Betty loved- But those who would • 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 ’ tfmately, knew how entirely he was to be depended upon to keep his word as the I purpose served him. Destruction or sal- I vatlon—he rose before her memory hold- I ing them out before her at a price Continued Tomorrow. II UA’’? 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The Making of a Pretty Girl & The Spoiled Child, the Self-Conscious Beauty and the Ugly Duckling By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER AT school, 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 clever?” Up to a certain age girls all answer "I’d rather be beautiful.” and it’s only after hope has vanished that they choose the other alternative. Generally speaking, the family that 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 stage, fascinating even during her second tooth 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 from the day she is two until she is eighty. She can’t help knowing it . for it’s the first thing she hears as a baby, and the chant of praise accompanies her through her school days. <he 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 receives from her parents, her schoolmates, h.er 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 sill deserves great credit and praise, and the eternal sacrifice of her fam ily’s unselfish devotion. » I have often wondered why' it is that the prettiest clothes, the best looking hats, all the little extra fineries, naturally gravitate toward the prettiest girl in the family, who re'&lly 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 sis ters or relatives.Jbegins 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 by her nurse, and often by' her mother, that she is 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 most of that. Don't think that you can let yourself go in any way, either in your cress or manners, because you are not as good looking as the other girls. When you have exhausted your outward resources of beauty, remember that there is a great field, an un 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 which , you can Own just as much as you are capable of devel-* oping. 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 appearances. /• • f WOWMnB ir 1 . JaOfeA 4 1 - ■'’X j| !i\\ WKk. ‘ V /'JKBU I \\ 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 e Youth whose Chief Stock in Trade was a Good Opinion of Himself, and who believed that he was a Lady Killer for fair. 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 they mash them right and left. In ad dition, he did a Monologue«on “Hearts that I have Broken” that madd the Lis tener very Weary. “I am sorry for Little Tiddlede dums,” he would say, "byt Nature is to 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 Girlikfns, and the one who captures me for a Husband will have to be a Prize Win ner. Best Good Enough, “I do not intend to be taken in by anv 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 Peacherlno,.for I do not propose to sit opposite to any Chromo for the next twenty or thirty years. “Thes> she must be a Swell Looker, and know how to wear the Merry Re galia. for I could not stand for a Wife who looked as if she had been snatched out of the Grab Bag at a Church Eair. "Os course, she must be Wise to the Six Best Sellers, and hejp to the Daily Papers, so that she can entertain me when J come .home Tir ed, but I pass up your Strong Minded Females who haw /zT/WHMP •‘vX -4 vX ///faHHK ’ 21 vX 111 t ; •\ w 11 Mr Ji \\ •> arJ / WwM'’ / /// \ ,!; ■ - >l7 &•;<’'A ■ ■ JR 1'? Im 1 If, -AI \\\ t' •Jr \ nJI / f<' ■ 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 which way Governor Wilson is going to change his mind, as her Hus ' band can. No. sir; in my Family theret is going to be only one Oracle, and I, am going to be it. "The Girl I tie up with must also be 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. But Heaven preserve me from a Wife who looks as if she had just stepped out of the Kitchen, and who can only talk Sterilized Baby Con- • versation! "Nor could 1 stand for a Side Partner who was not used to Fashionable So ciety, but by the time I 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 want to Cut it Out, so I expect my Wife to be Able Shine in the Four Hundred, and will- , ing to go whvn | want to go, but Per- i fectly Contented to stay at Home and Read me to Sleep when 1 prefer to 1 Camp by my own Register. Must Have a Wad, “She must also have a Sizable Wad | of Dough. Not that I am after the i Plunks, but a Man Does Enough for a i Woman when he Marries her having to Support her. Gee. if any Girl thinks I'm going to cut down on my Cigar Money and Drinks to pay for her Frocks she's got another Guess coming her Way. Sure. “Above all, I shall expect my Wife to be Properly Grateful to me for the ' Honor 1 have done her in Marrying her. She must laugh at my Jokes, Lis- < ten to my Stories without wearying. Consult my Taste, Defer to my judg ment, and Exert herself to keep me Happy and Contented." “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 Wopi. an who gets you shall be Beautiful, In telligent, Rich and Amiable. What do you suppose such a Paragon would want with you?” Moral: This Fable teaches why there are so many Old Bachelors. For Sallow, Wrinkled, Freckled, Pimpled Skin (From Woman’s Home Journal.) If you have any cutaneous blemish, don't use paint, powder or anything else to cover it up. Too often this only em phasizes the defect Besides, it's much easier to remove the disfigurement with ordinary mercolized wax. Applied night ly. the wax will gradually remove freckles, pimples, blackheads, moth-patches, sal lowru|Ls, red or yellow blotches, or any surface eruptions. The affected cuticle is absorbed, a little each day, until the clear, soft, youthful and beautiful skin beneath is brought wholly to view. Ask the drug gist for an ounce of mercolized wax and use this like you use cold cream. Remove in morning with soap and water. Many who have tried this simple and harmless treatment report astonishing results. if bothered with wrinkles, sagging cheeks or double chin, a wash lotion made by dissolving an ounce of saxoiite in a half pint o( witch hazel will prove effectual. A - Home of Dreams By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. "The heart of a girl in spring is the home of dreams.” —Meredith Nicholson. HERE comes a t'.nj to x giri when, without apparent cause, she likes to go off by herself, and dream. It is not of a lover, her family avers, because not only does 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 istence. [||||jß‘ When \ The sealed you buy this Xjk package package you get wk insures i more food —more freshness strength and en- and k ergy buildingWk purity nourishment, thanWX k you get in tenlm Ik times its cost iivSX \ Ffausti BRANQ W® SPAGHETTI \ is all gluten, that ele- W|H| Asc \ ment in Durum wheat WBffl which builds up the WW pacKage \ b od y and supplies W| serves a \ staying power. 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Let 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 tn London are at tended by 200,000 persons every Run- ' ' day. Sable hunting has been prohibited for three years by the Russian parlia ment. i More than 5,000,000 bunches of ba nanas are now imported annually Into Great Britain. Calcutta, with its population of 1,300,000, la the second city tn the British empire. Eagles have been noticed flying at * . height of #,OOO feet, and storks and buzards at 2,000 feet. A lark will rise ' to the same height, and so wifi crows. As a rule, however, birds do not fly at a greater height than 1,000 feet.