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THE QE O ROHAN’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.
Then, as she-stood there with nervously.
Interlacing fingers, she had added words
that had given him food for furious
thought—thought that was bearing fruit
now in this journey to London.
“It’s madness, perhaps. Jack. I hardly
dare to say it, for it can’t be true. Yet
there’s a vague Impression in my mind
( that it was after I saw you in that room
where—it —was —that I saw Mr. Saxe.
Only, of course that isn’t possible—”
But it was possible, it seemed to Rim
ington. who had felt all his old distrust
of the man revive. It was Saxe who had
got Betty out of the house: how or why
lie. had not the glimmering of an idea,
but only the fixed conviction, not to be
shaken now. that Betty and be —yes, and
the dead man himself—had been pawns in
some fiendish game which Saxe had played
in Tempest street, when the police were
clamoring at the door. If only he had
faced them then and told the truth while
the trail was fresh!
But now his very silence had made him
guilty!
And Betty! As in the quiet room at the
Red H juse her last words had rung in his
ears the night long, so now the wheels
of the train carrying him to London beat
them out like the burden of a song.
“I may be innocent. Jack. I pray God
that 1 am. But if I allow an innocent man
to suffer without raising a voice in his
defense I shall be innocent no longer—
I must tell what I know."
A Vision.
I A vision of Betty's, sac set and
resolute—rose up before him. Not the
hysterical outbreak of a sick girl, these,
words, but the resolute determination of
« courageous woman.
Bett.x would keep her word—Betty
would speak: but he would be before her.
That was the goal to which his thoughts
of the night had led him. He would go
to Paul Saxe, tax him directly with com
plicity in the happenings at Tempest
street, and. if the man failed him, go di
rect to the police. Saxe might be trusted
to fin<l some way of compelling Betty to
silence, since Saxe knew her secret —
He refused to let his thoughts carry
him farther.
The train was nearing London. Riming
fon shifted bis position, thrust his hands
into the pockets of his coat and encoun
tered Hie sharp edges of the letters he
had caught up from the breakfast table
in his hasty rush for the train.
There were three—two unimportant so
cial invitations from hostesses giving im
promptu entertainments during a flying
visit to town, and one heavily sealed,
bearing the postmark "Westport," was
trom his assistant at the laboratory. He
opened it with a quickening of the pulses
that even his present misery was not able
to subdue. Something fluttered from it—
a cablegram in cipher. He glanced at it
, curiously, and without the code book
failed to decipher it. Then, as he turned
to the letter. Rimington's figure stiffened.
, He sat upright in the carriage, the paper
♦ shaking In his hand.
Charpentier, his assistant at Westport,
the man who was as his other self in the
matter of this discovery which was to
bring fame and wealth to them both,
wrote in the oddly matter-of-fact style
that was characteristic to him:
“Dear Rimington: Although your lack
of interest in the matter has jeopardized
our success considerably. I am glad to
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almost British shilly-shallying, have ca
bled definite terms. This new warcloud
has no doubt expedited matters. I Inclose
a translation of their cable. You will see
they offer £IOO.OOO. ...”
The letter slipped from Rimington's
grasp.
A Good Omen.
A hundred thousand pounds! A stu
pendous price—a price beyond their wild
est dreams. Rimington remembered their
hopes when first this new explosive had
been brought to perfection and had
seethed to them the last word in scientific
destructors, and their slow death. They
had offered it to the English government
first, and after intolerable delay it had
been refused. Russia had made a curt
refusal. Japan had nibbled and hesitated
and delayed. But now' A hundred
thousand pounds! That meant fifty thou
sand pounds for him. and fifty thousand
terms meant Betty. He had not boasted
in vain.
And then, chill on the white heat of his
joy, came the remembrance of the cloud
that lay over them both, of the reason for
his presence there in that carriage—why
he was hurrying/at that moment to Lon
don.
He laughed aloud suddenly. Fate, that
had dealt him so cruel a buffet on one
side of the face, was caressing him gently
on the other!
"Perhaps it’s a good omen,” he said to
himself, bending to pick up the scattered
sheets of Charpentier’s letter.
At any rate he determined to accept it
as such. It certainly made all the dif
ference in his outlook on life, lifting him
out of uncertainty into security. At least
he need no longer worry about ways and
means: he could meet Saxe as an equal,
tight him with his own weajlon ~ money.
The train was slowing down, running
smoothly into the great station. He
thrust Charpentier’s letter into his pock
et. find stood up his hand on the window
ready to jump out at the moment the
train ran alongside the platform. At that
hour the station was crowded, and Rim
ington found, despite ills own empty car
riage, that the train by which he had
traveled was very full. He jutpped out
and mingled with the crowd with a thrill
that the contact with busy life never
failed to give him.
He had a season ticket, so his
rooms in town —Weybourne was suf
ficiently his home to make ft worth his
while to have one. As a rule Ire
never required to show his ticket, but
this morning, for some reason, they chal
lenged him at the barrier. As Riming
ton fumbled for his ticket some one
brushed against him, pushed him almost
rudely, and went on. He glanced after
tire man with the quick suspicion that he
might be a thief, and saw him loitering
outside the barrier—a tall, burly man of
unimpeachable respectability.
As he himself passed out he saw the
man detach himself from the crowd.
His departure from Weybourne had
been too hasty t~o permit of him getting
a paper. Rimington made his way to
ward the bookstall It was his intention
to take a taxi into the city to Saxe's
office and he wanted a paper to read on
the way.
The posters of the first editions of the
afternoon papers we're already out, early
as it was. and Rimington. through the
crowd, caught a glance of a familiar word
in large letters, black on a pink ground.
“Westport—”
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
* The June Bride of 1912 *
Startling Facts Concerning Ne’w Ideas in Wedding Goicns
By OLIVETTE.
THY doesn't the modern
VV bride wear her veil over
her face as her mother
did?" That's one of the absurd
questions a Mere Man asked me at
a recent wedding where the beauti
ful bride was dressed .in the very
latest mode with a wedding veil ar
ranged caplike under a crown of
tiny white roses.
“Foolish man. The old fashion of
throwing back the veil mussed up
the brides hair so it’s been dis
carded.”
“I thought it was symbolic,” said
the M. M. vaguely..
“When symbols and fashions
clash, the steam roller goes over the
symbols fast enough."
With that he subsided, as he
should, and was left to view as nice
a w’edding as one could wish for.
The bride wore white chiffon over
white satin, a simple frock
with a beautiful lace veil as chief
decoration. This veil, which had
encited the M. M.'s comment, was
arranged almost like a frilled cap
on the head and was Certainly
much prettier than the ordinary
bunched up affair. The same ar
rangement can be .carried out in
tulle, and if the tulle Is edged with
a small val edging the effect is
quite charming. Don’t hem the
tulle, sew the lace on carefully to a
well cut edge.
The June bride is a sort of pat
tern to her summer and autumn
sifter, and the girl who marries
later in the summer has the ad
vantage of innumerable bargain
sales in everything that is included
in the trousseau. Lingerie, lace,
lawn, not to speak of satip for the
wedding gown—all these things are
cheaper at this season.
Every girl wants to be married in
white, but the fashionable wedding
dress is an elephant in the married
woman’s wardrobe unless she in
tends to have it done over into an
evening gown. ,
Except for very elaborate wed- ,
dings, traveling suits are becoming
more and more popular for the
marriage ceremony. The travel
ing suit idea can be strained a
point and developed into quite elab
orate afternoon frocks or coat and
skirt suits with handsome waists.
These are more serviceable and
practical. But the sentimental
woman does not feel that she’s
quite married unless she wears sat
in and a veil, and. after all, she
should forget economy for once in
her life, even if. She finds her satin
frock useless forever after.
Up Against It.
"This is a hard world," said a shabby
chap. “A man can’t get a job unless
got a new suit.”
“No,” said his companion, "and he
can’t get a new suit unless he's got a
job.”
One Reservation.
“A woman can be just as self-reliant
and independent as a man,” said the,
wife, defiantly.
“Mebbe she can. Henrietta. Mebbe
she can: but not while she wears dress
es that hook up the back.”
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Little Bobbie’s Pa *
By WILLIAM F. KIRK.
THARE is no use talking, Sed Pa to
Ma last nite, this fellow Bacon
was a grand old guy. You have
got to give it to him, sed Pa.
Do you mean Jack Bacon? asked Ma,
the fellow that is all the time taking
gurls hoam? I doant think he is so
vary grand.
I doant mean Jack Bacon at all, sed
Pa, altho Jack is a good fellow. 1
mean Lord Bacon, the man that rote
all them Shakespeare plays. Thare was
a lot of class to that old boy. Lissen
to these lines which I seleck at ran
dom, Pa sed, from a essay about wives:
Wives is peculiar. Give them a inch
& thay will take a ell & give you ell
too. They are as Inconstant & incon
sitent as the butercup that lisps its
morning greeting to the dandeline &
then* refuses to say any moar to the
dandeline all day. They are wunderful
wen pain & anguish wrings our brows
after we cum hoam at nite, & thay luv
ingly smooth out the wrinkles & fur
rows of care wjth a flat iron. Thay
worship thare husbands with all thare
harts, espeshully wen the evening star
is pointing at payday. Thay prepare,
with thare dear, loving hands the dain
tiest viands for which thay can stand
off the grocer & butcher, & after the
husband has ate to his fill thay always
git restless & actually want to go out
in the evening, jest as if thay didn’t
reely know that thare husbands has
been out all day!
Your old pal Bacon seems to think
a lot of us girls, doesnt he, sed Ma to
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Pa. I bet hitt wife had a swell time of
it wen he was in the league. What
else, if anything, did he offer in the
way of a knock?
He wasnt exactly knocking, explained
Pa. Pa wanted to git off for two (2)
hours & play bilyards, & he didn't want
to- git Ma mad, beeßaus wen Ma gits
mad Pa is lucky to have his half of the
twin beds. AU Mister Bacon wrote.
Pa sed. along them married lines, that
is the part he rote besides the part 1
have jest read to you. is this:
A married woman is uneek in many
respecks. I mite say that outside of
Utah a married woman is singular. She
goes to a party with you. Let us call it
a card party. She starts off playing
vary gentel & amiable. She is so amia
ble that she Will even let you buy her
chips. Then she loses a liitel, & you
wud think it was her own munny she
was losing, not yours. A woman can
call herself the clinging vine & call
her husband the sturdy oak, but in my
opinion it is a case of the stringing vine
& the sturdy joak.
Husband, sed Ma. wud you mind let
ting me look at that Bacon book you
are reading aloud from?
You doant have to see the lines, sed
Pa, I read the lines for you dident I?
After Pa went to bed I looked at the
page of Mister Bacon’s book that Pa
was pretending to read from, & thare
wasent any of the,lines in the book
that he sed was in the book. Pa is a
faker.
Do You Know—
During the past wheat harvest in
New South Wales, 2,334,780 acres yield
ed 24,816,100 bushels of wheat.
Sold during 1910. the original manu
script of the hymn, ’’Nearer, My God.
to Thee." realized $l5O.
Nearly 100,000 women in New York
city consume no fewer than 36,000,000
cigarettes a year.
Practically the whole of the tea
grown in Indian is disposed of by-auc
tion In Cakmttu
REASON FOR SILENCE,
She—l’ve had that parrot two years,
and it has never said a word.
He—Why don’t vou give it » chance?
MOTHERHOOD
SUGGESTIONS
Advice to Expectant Mothers
The experience of Motherhood is a try
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tinctly an epoch in their lives. Not one
woman in a hundred is prepared or un
derstands how to properly care for her
self. Os course nearly every woman
nowadays has medical treatment at
such times, but many approach the
experience with an organism unfitted
for the trial of strength, and when it
is over her system has received a shock'
from which it is hard to recover. Fol
lowing right upon tins comes the ner
vous strain of caring for the child, and
a distinct change in the mother results.
There is nothing more charming than
a happy and healthy mother of children,
and indeed child-birth under the right
conditions need be no hazard to health or
beauty. The unexplainable thing is that,
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Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
IN days of old a fair maid wandered
pensively to the wotods, where rare
birds sang to her of love, and the
most delicate of flowers nodded sweet
messages to her.
If she chose to recline on the velvet
sward, it was velvet sward, without
brambles or sticks or stones to punch
her in the back.
Butterflies hovered near, and if there
were such a thing as poison Ivy, a
granddaddy-long-legs or a chigger, the
chronicles of love fall to reveal it.
If a fair maid wandered pensively
into the woods these days, she would
be devoured by insects or lost In the
weeds. Elaine may still love Lancelot,
but she can’t tell it in the woods, all her
attention being occupied in fighting
bugs.
Visions of love, in a modern guise,
come to many girls as they come to
Daysey Mayme Appleton, who takes
surreptitious peeps into the Promised
I-and while supposed to be putting
clean paper on the pantry shelves.
She was perched on a round of a
step-ladder, after having removed
glassware and chinaware, with clean
newspapers in her hands to replace
those she haxf taken off.
She spread a paper over the shelf,
found it didn't fit the corner, and had
taken it up to crease it when her eyes
fell on the words: “And her breast
heaved with emotion, for Viola was not
a girl to take such a, breach of good
manners lightly.”
“It is past 10 now,” said Daysey
Mayme, to fortify herself against temp
tation, “and I must get this done, re
puff my hair, get lunch and go to a
Mothers Meeting at 1.”
Then she resolutely creased the page
to fit the shelf, and bent over to fit It
in the corners, when she again read:
Stay Kind Sir, She Said.
“He looked at her with his love at
the white heat of anger. His eyes
flashed, and he turned away. 'Stay,’
she cried, ’I have not told ALL.’ ’You
have told enough!’ he said, a flicker of
contempt in hie iqold gray eyes. She
gave a low moan, like some dumb an
imal in mortal anguish.”
Daysey Mayme picked up the pickle
jar and deliberately set it over the
next sentenced
"I have a busy day ahead of me,”
she said, "and must not let anything
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If these savingsare worth while to you,
follow directions for using Fels-Naptha
printed on *he red and green wrapper.
interrupt. There’s a suffrage"
“ ’Suffer me to kneel at your feet,’
sobbed Viola.’ ”
Daysey Mayme put a pile of soup
plates over the rest of Viola’s plea,
and began to match every vegetable
dish with its own lid.
"I have a suffrage meeting at 2,"
she resumed, “and an article on ’The
Folly of Love’ to read to the Man-
Haters league at 4.”
In putting the last lid on the last
vegetable dish, a bare space was left
In the paper, and these words seem
to fairly fling themselves Into her sub
consciousness:
“Leander paused. After all, Viola
was only a weak, frail woman. Per
haps he had been too severe. Perhaps
he had been brutal. The de Courtneys
had always been stern with the women
they loved.
Then Came—Hoof Beats,
“‘I have forgiven much,’ he began,
when a sound of horses' feet coming
through the forests caused him to
pause, and turn a listening ear to the
open window. Nearer and nearer, now
so near he could tell that there was
not One lone rider. There were two,
three, four—ah, there were at least
three score.
“He turned to the woman cowering
at his feet, 'Ah,' he hissed between
white lips, ‘this Is your work, you
Devil!’ s
"He raised his gauntlet, something
flashed through the air”
Daysey Mayme gave a quick above,
and sent soup plaies and vegetajjta
dishes tumbling into every corner of the
shelf. Hastily gathering up the paper
she had so carefully spread out, she
twisted her feet over the rounds of the
step-ladder for a better hold, and was
soon lost to the world.
Oblivious of the dishes that looked,
at her in round-faced astonishment,
and the shelves that fairly yawned for
clean papers, she read, and read, and
read.
Lunch, her hair puffs and the Moth
er’s Meeting were forgotten, and wtte*
she had followed the woes of Viola to
the bitter end of the sun had set.'
It was then Daysey Mayme came
back from the Promised Land of Ro
mance to her prosaic surroundings.
Realizing that It was too late for her
to deliver her address on “The Folly
of Love” before the Man Haters’ league,
she grew so angry at her weakness
she smashed the soup tureen.