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“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 tne
truth to her husband when she said it
was her father she dreaded to meet. Sir
George, with all his fussiness, his cynical
iaeK ot symnathy with feminine "whlm-
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 riverli She asked herself.
What p-as ft that had awakened her dor
mant memory? Like Bimington, she won
dered if it could be possible that during
this week Betty had been playing a part,
and. like Bimington, 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 ali
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 Bimington 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, ft
was Betty who had questioned her.
”1 didn’t get the money, darling; but
it must be got,” she said. "Tell me all
that 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
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 —I 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
Bimington that he 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
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 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?”
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
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
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
once again to knock home with tremen
, dous emphasis that question Levasseur
had put to her at their hideous inter
view:
l "But what of your sister, Betty? What
I of her?”
It was plain that Edmond Levasseur
■ knew something of Betty's presence in
i that house where murder had been done.
Did he know anything of the presence
’ there of Betty’s lover?
1 Why had Bimington been there” Search
ing her mind for memories, Eciith could
find no reason. She knew nothing of
Toby—nothing of Bimington's hatred of
ihe man who had fleeced his brother—but
vaguely she remembered that Jack Rim
ingtcn had lately boasted of coming in
I presently for money. Jane, the pleasant
faced woman she had slandered to Tier
husband a few minutes since, had gos-
I 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
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
weaved themselves into her thoughts.
The way out of her trouble stared her
in the face. It would be so easy to cast
suspicion on Jack Bimington. 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
should know—but she had stopped short
at that argument.
A She-Judas.
I Only Betty's lover—little Betty's lover.
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
timately, knew how entirely he was to
be depended upon to keep his word as the
, purpose served him. Destruction or sal-
I vation—he rose before her memory hold
ing them out before her at a price.
Continued Tomorrow.
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They immediately fall into the "Old
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It is extremely discomforting and humil
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years do not justify it. The girls laugh at
the young men so marred —the young man
soon learns to discriminate between natu
ral hair in its full bloom of health and
NATURAL COLOR, and shabby look
ing grey and faded hair.
Give nature a chance. If she is encour
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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 nearly 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 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
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 praLe, 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 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
alm 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, 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
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 lea-st. 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 Gress 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 vantty to care
for outward appearances.
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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 r. By Dorothy DiT|
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 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 made the Lis
tener very Weary.
“I am sorry for Little Tlddlede
dums,” he would say, "but 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 Girllklns,
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
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 Peacherino, for I
do not propose to sit opposite to any
Chromo for the next twenty or thirty
years.
“Then 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 Fair.
“Os course, she must be Wise to the
Six Best Sellers, and help to the Dally
Papers, so that she can entertain me
when I come home Tired, but I pass up
your Strong Minded Females who have
opinions of their own, and who think
i that they can give as Good a Guess at
, what Mr, Roosevelt is going to Dp
Next, or which way Governor Wilson is
1 going to change his mind, as her 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 Dearwt
i Enemy won’t know It from a Paris
Confection. But Heaven preserve me
from a Wife who looks as if site had
just stepped out of the Kitchen, and
who can only talk Sterilized Baby Cog
, versatlon!
“Nor could I 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 to
Shine in the Four Hundred, and will
ing to go when I want to go, but Per
fectly Contented to stay at Home and
' Read me to Sleep when I prefer to
1 Camp by my own Register.
Must Have a Wad.
"She must also have a Sizable Wad
of Dough. Not that 1 am after the
Plunks, but a Man Does Enough for a
, Woman when he Marries her without
having to Support her. Gee, it any
1 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 I have done her in Marrying
■ her. She must laugh at my Jokes, Lis-
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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 Wom
an who gets you shall be Beautiful, In
telligent, Rich and Amiable. What do
you suppose such a Paragon would
want with vou?”
Moral: This Fable teaches why there
are so many Old Bachelors.
For Sallow. Wrinkled,
Freckled. Pimpled Skin
(From Woman’s Home Journal.)
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don’t use paint, powder or anything else
to cover it up T.o often this only em
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easier to remove the disfigurement with
onHnary tnercolized wax Applied night
ly, the wax will gradually remove freckles,
pimples, blackheads. moth-patches, sal- I
fownti*, red or yellow blotches, or any
surface eruptions. The affected cuticle is !
absorbed, a little each day, until the clear, |
soft, youthful am! beautiful skin beneath
is brought wholly to view. Ask the drug
gist. for an <>un< of mercollzed wax and
use this like \op 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 saxolite
in a half pint of witch hazel will prove
effectual.
A Home of Dreams
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
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"The heart of a girl in spring is the
home of dreams.”
—Meredith Nicholson.
fury's HERE comes a time to a girl
! 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
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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.
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 in London are at
tended by 200,000 persons every Sun
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Sable hunting has been prohibited
, for three years by the Russian parlia
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■ More than 6,000,000 bunches of ba
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, Great Britain.
! Calcutta, with its population «f
1,300,000, is the second city In the
I British empire.
Eagles 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 will crows.
As a rule, however, birds do not fly at
a greater height than 1,000 feet.