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THE QE OB GUAM’S MAGAZINE P/ “The Gates of Silence” A STORY OF LOVE, MYSTERY AND HATE, WITH A THRILLING POR TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. The crowd Closed again and hid the words, and as Rlmington went forward he felt a touch on his arm, and turned quickly. The man who had brushed against him at the platform barrier stood beside him and spoke, clvlly enough, rais ing his hat. ‘■Mr. Rlmington?” Rlmington nodded curtly; the man’s manner was perfectly respectful, yet there was something In It that he resent ed. "What do you want?” he asked. "I arrest you on a charge of murder,' he said, and added, In answer to “wn's startled look. “The murder of Mr. Fitzstephen on the night of August the 15th.” Mr. Saxe Has a Visitor. The offices where the various compa nies of which Mr. Paul Saxe was the pre siding genius were housed were the most palatial in that place of palatial offices— Chichester House. The board room and the various clerical departments were models of business appointment; it was only in the private room of Mr. Saxe him self that luxury ceased and a note of severity was struck. The highly polished top of file great double desk that occu pied the center of the room carried, be sides the telephone and a formidable row of electric bells, only .a glass inkstand of plain design and a blotting pad whose virginal whiteness was seldom soiled, save by the inevitable deposit of London smuts; and a couple of leather easy chairs and a revolving bookcase completed the furniture of the apartment. Mr. Saxe allowed himself one luxury, however the top of the bookcase was always adorned by a vase of (lowers. This afternoon Miss Tremlet.t. his ste nographer whose privilege and office it was to renew lids daily w th the flowers sent in by the city (loris', with whom a standing ordei war lodged- when, her employer, coming late in the office after lunch, she answered his bell, was sur prised and pained to see her handiwork superseded by a huge hunch of American Beauty roses. Mr. Saxe, who was courteous to all women, even bis clerks—though the more sensitime among them were wont to com plain that his courtesy had an under sting of insolence in it-apologized for the change. “ft was too bad to have to disturb your beautiful flowers,” he said, in his silken voice. 2‘But these are more beautiful sttH Don’t you think so? 1 saw them, and 1 could not resist them. Their per fection of form and color reminds me of the beautiful woman.” Illis eyes, with their curious amber lights, moved from the flowers and rested on the typist's face; and Miss Tremlett. ►who was ginger-haired, thirty-five, and very plaJn, crimsoned violently. It is hard to know what color :-e might have turned could she have riaii the (bought In hep employer's mind as he regarded her with gentle intentness. "If t were a woman, and as plain as you.” he was saying to himself. ”1 would go out into that Brixton hack garden of yours and strangle myself with my mother’s clothes line.” Meeting Miss Tremlett's mi dost eyes.’ be smiled reassuringly and inquired if •she were ready for work. “Not that work does not seem an out rage on such a day.” he continued pleas antly. looking out through tile window t.here the sunshine lay golden on the op- Ipsite houses. "This Is *a day for tlitt ■ver. not old Broad street for a pile of Ishions in a punt moored in a cool hack lier.” t’he caressing tones of his voice called I such a picture that the typist’s lean ers trembled as the.' held the pencil cd over her note book Another Picture. ;U) Saxe's Ups parted over his white 1 tn a dream.' smile, lie. too. saw a re: yet. oddly enough, not such as \ have been imagined from his words (picture of a cell at Row street police j, where a trapped man waited, eat- I heart out. |l, We must pay for our holidays, Ive have them,” he said, with a I note in his voice that struck on I- of the listening girl as so strange. Inst cruel, that she glanced up I, "as we have to pay for all pleas jings—sooner or later. ‘Gentle- I- rruck into the dictation of a letter Inoniously, and for an hour no 8 were heard in the room but the I of his dictating voice and the dull / of Miss Tremlett’s flying pencil, 'iwhistle of the speaking tube on §ll behind his table made Saxe | It was a law of the office that he lot be disturbed save for the cause when he was dictating his pndence. He unhooked the tube. . he listened the shrewd eyes of [ching Miss Tremlett saw a change I dine Face Powder | (In Green Boxer Only. ) *es the Complexion Beautiful "* '"'“'X Soft and Velvety i.ig® vOtaSi&j, , \ It is Pure, f ■ A Harmless Money ar,! ’f n ' Entirely Pleased. velve ‘y // Os appeal a nee re- ‘ MF mains until pm, 2T rjfik/*. 'A4f der is washed off * Purified by a new process. Prevents n and return of discolorations. Teasing popularity is wonderful. ie, Flesh, Pink, Brunette. Ry winters or mail. Price 50 cents. AX. TOILET COMPANY. Parti. ■ Opium. Whl«k«, and Dni* Habit treat a Mat Hn*it or at feMriUrluat Rook m 1 Mitdect Fpm DR. ft. m. WQOLJJBT, ict<?r Sanitarium. Atlanta. Ga. HESTER S PILLS ■"-■iWSI'.IIXA \\< |'jMti»ti. “ereJ come over his face; it flushed a little, then paled. "Yes —yes—most certainly—l will see her at once." He dismissed Miss Tremlett summarily, and as she went out by the door leading to the clerks' office she heard the private door of Saxe’s room open and a clerk an nounce. “Miss Lumsden, sir!” So it was a woman who had caused that phenomenon, a flush on Paul Saxe’s olive cheek! Red-haired Miss Tremlett, hurry ing back to her place in the big. airy room which all day long throbbed and vibrated with the click of 20 typewriters, wondered a little sourly if it were Miss Lumsden who was like an American Beauty rose, and knew the bubble of a dream had burst. "Miss Lumsden!” Saxe Is Hurt. There was very little of the rose about the girl whom Paul Saxe went forward to greet, his hand outstretched, concern in voice and look. As she stood there, in the center of the bare city office, Betty Lumsden looked almost plain: her eyes were red and swollen with weeping, her colorless lips were drawn with pain. Saxe felt a sense of outrage as he looked at her. How dare she look like this—how dare she? "Mr. Saxe, you have heard what' has happened ?” She made no pretense at acknowledging his greeting, though she sank Into the chair he offered her. The action was me chanical - she felt as though her shak ing limbs must give beneath her. "What- ” A startled note beat in Paul Saxe’s voice He had not seen Betty Lumsden since her illness. He had heard nothing of her recovery—almost as strange and inexplicable as the seizure Itself had been. '"What has happened. Miss Betty?” The girl made an effort to speak, but for a moment no words escaped audibly from her white lips. She fumbled with a paper that she held, and handed it to him. “He has been arrested —Mr. Rlmington has been arrested for—what happened that night In Tempest street—in that house where you and I were—" "Hush!” As Saxe took the paper his hand closed over hers for a second, warn ingly. His eyes searched the paper for the brief facts that were no news to him. But, as his eyes caught sight of two or three lines of blurred print in the stop press column, a change came over his ex pression. ESCAPE FROM BRIXTON PRISON. It Is understood that the man Le vasseur. under remand for the mur der of J. J. Fitzstephen, broke out of Jail this morning. The face Paul Saxe turned to the wait ing girl was as ghastly as Betty’s own. "Impossible!" lie muttered. “Impossi ble!” And to him. as to a terrified wom an in the little telephone room of the house by the riyer, there came a sudden vision of Edmond Levasseur, as of a ter ror in ambush a hidden, wounded, mad dened beast, crouching to spring. An Appeal. “But it isn't impossible!” Betty cried, with a little hysterical catch in her voice. "It has happened. Mr. Saxe only I can save him -only you can help me to do it. I have come to appeal to you for that help.” “My Dear Miss Betty, you know al ready that I am at your service in all ways, but aren’t you taking an unneces sarily gloomiy view of the case? Mr. Rim ington has been arrested, but what of that? It is possible and probably only a little freak on the part of our facetiously minded police, and in a day or two you and he will be laughing over the matter!” Laughing—what was laughter? That was the question Betty Lumsden’s sea ■ gray eyes seemed to ask him; even in his own ears his tone did not ring with any sound of conviction. To the girl his words carried absolute insincerity. “Is 1t possible to take too grace a view of the case?" she asked, quickly. "I don’t think so—l can't think that you do either, Mr. Saxe You know, as I know, that we must work to save him now without delay because- because he will raise no voice to save himself—he will remain silent to shield me." "To shield you?” "Yes." Betty made a weary little gest ure. "la>t us he frank, Mr. Saxe—he knows what you know —that I was in Tempest street that night, and he thinks that—that 1 was responsible for what hap pened there!” “What utter folly!” Saxe cried, rising to his feet and crossing to the door lead ing to the clerk's office, which he opened sharply and noiselessly. He gave a rapid glance up and down the wide, sunlit, empty corridor, then closed the door again with a decisive jerk that set the patent lock in action. Why, Miss Betty—it Is as clear as daylight that this man Levas seur"— He paused. Betty had raised her eyes to his face, and what he read there silenced the insincerity on his lips. Her Question. "Is it such folly?” she asked, quickly. “Mr. Saxe—please be quite candid with me. What really happened that night— is it true, this awful conviction that has come to me—did some hideous madness come over me—did I kill the man?" "Miss Betty! My dear girl! Why should so extraordinary an idea come into your head -you, the least morbid of wom en?" Tt was an evasion, and singularly un skillful evasion, from a man df Datil Saxe's ability. Betty's eyes grew sudden ly hopeless. "Then it is true?” she whispered "Then what is true?” he asked, will fully misunderstanding “That Rlmington come, where Is your faith—” "Mr. Saxe, you know what I mean You got pie out of the house that night I am convinced of that. My memory has played me a cruel trick, but my instinct In that can not fall me. Only you know what happened before Tack blundered in on me. Did I kill the man in my mad ness?" "My dear Miss Betty, If I were to say 'yes'what then?” His eyes held hers with a compelling look. He drew nearer to her and instinc tively she rose to her feet, every line of her tense, slender body snowing the re pulsion and fear with whft'h he filled her. "1 should go to the, police and tell them the truth." she said, simply To Be Continued in Next lss>,— CASTOFJA For Infanta and fr-J.' mJuK The Kind You Have Bears the . Jr ✓ rnl II ■ tW .■. HMaa’.ura of \~dQ- ■ I *n / . stk. V The Right Road to Health By Annette Kellermann Why Girls Have Headaches, and How to Prevent Them. HEADACHES aren't romantic any more. They used to be. In old-fash ioned novels the heroine always took refuge in headache or the vapors or some other slight ailment when she needed sympathy, and the distracted hero rushed around wildly bemoaning his Angelina's sufferings. Nowadays ho would offer a pill or powder and suggest a change of diet, while her catty friends hiss that fatal word "liar!” a word which utterly de stroys all romance. But what the headache has lost in poetry, ft has gained in importance. Headaches are danger signals and only foolish people can afford to over look the warning they sound. A Warning. If you are a girl who has constant headaches that means that nature Is calling your attention to something wrong, usually something that you can remedy yourself if you will go at It intelligently. I don’t pretend to be a doctor, but I’ve cured many a headache, not my own. either. 1 can't afford to have headaches. They are luxuries for th® very rich, who have time to lie around and complain. I can't. When you have a headache it is very generally a ease of over-fatigue. Sometimes you have overburdened your stomach, sometimes your mind, again you have allowed yourself to overdo nervously or you have expected too much of yourself and have not had sufficient good food or good air. < >ne is about as important as the other. Perfect test will usually cure a headache. How lucky the person wito can take a complete rest for half ar: hour. One of the greatest luxuries in the world is quiet. It ought to be easy to get, but it isn't. Pew women can lie down for an hour’s complete rest dur ing the day, and only when they are really ill will the household realize \\ ' " *Lr J I 3? Z/lr \\ '>3 Jr • 1 Q 7 i ■» f XlfW Ik / / \ Exercise for curing headache caused by congestion at the base of the Brain. that mother or sister can not be dis turbed, for telephone messages or to ask advice about trivial things or to be sympathized with the inquiry How do you feel, dear? How You Feel. When you have a headache all you fe<‘l is that one more effort at con versation. one more noise, even that of a well loved voice, will drive you fran tic , This is merely byway of flaying that quiet and rest are not as easily ob tained, even If one belongs to the stay at-home class of women. Summer headaches generally arise from overeating, clogging of the intes tines, heat and eyestrains. Few people are willing tn admit to eyestrain because they have never real, ized before that their eyes might be im perfectly focused. A visit to the oculist will settle that and sufferers from, chronic headache shouldn't noejjji this. ( ifeE*SE If the headache is due tn m from the heat and glare, try p 0 nient. .wees on% What to Loosen the clothing. Hing An irt sible, close the eyes. b** p ’ "pnon* at the outer corner q C e I them gently into 'rotary movement Baggage and J eyefiiall. Move '^7Y lstT (-RE transfer: flrmli over t h ,j»hip M 5450-L. A. 131* dor th'rm. w Keep th—-- pi r e. proof Storage, can and -i “Storf mit SEHoLit s . fteep.-IWE SroH f an d n3relv „| gr ordin^’*' ± :.E£wood ave <"?•»• John sttoraaa »>- 1 liKsL w IS ■ I H ■ S Wv iA IBR /« 1 "1 ' i-i t Oraßi i O I WiV* 1 i' ft " * w MISS ANNETTE KELLERMANN. Other poses in silhouette by Clara de Beers, of the Winter . Garden. breath for the same number of counts, then exhale with equal deliberation and again counting. Os course, you don't count out loud, as that would ex haust your supply of breath. Repeat this exercise until some relief is felt. Sometimes a headache will be caused by congestion at the base of the brain. As a matter of fact, all headaches ar. caused by congestion of some kind. This particular kind of headache, the one which is accompanied by a tight, strained feeling at the back of the neck, can he helped by working the ne k with the hands. <if course, if you can get some one else to do this for you. so much the better. If not, place the hands on the neck uh illustrated in the picture and knead the back of th- Do You Know That | (area the t'nited States of America Vis 3.000,0110 square miles, litany as 57,000 persons of Scot Vionalltv left Scottish ports last \ in Japan, has :i population of VOOO.OOO, and almost 500,0ut) \ < t VK rn ' nePl t B, V'CjG ~’ 1| j, long and IWliful servlc. jgjj •_ Ili n "* nt h' ‘H&r " 'W3 A,, f| <'< posited j j, ivood-F "umbmJo <.irlh in till '• a, Iji W- ' , ,tve Miss Keller m a n n declares that headaches aren't romantic any more. “But what the headache has lost in poetry it has gained in impor tance” she says. “ H ea d aches are danger sig nals and only foolish people overlook them. “ H ea d aches are luxuries for the very rich, who have time to lie around and complain. “H ea da, ches can come from over- fatigue, your stomach, bad air, and sometimes your mind.” If the headache is due to eyestrain use the execise with the fingers as shown above. neck, working around the spinal col umn and using a good deal of force. Another way to overcome a head ache is to exorcise the feet. Slip off your shoes if you po.-sibly can. even while sitting at your desk or type writer, stretch the muscles of the legs, flex the muscles of toes and ankles. Drawing the toes in. turning the an kles, all this helps to equalize the ctr ■ulation and will cure a headache that i- as eompanied by cold feet and hands. No matter what you do, don’t neglect a heartache. It comes as a warning that you have been neglecting some or gan or ov< rrloing it In some way. Don't rat when your head aches, but drink plenty of water with a little lemon jul . if you like, unless the pain is caused by lar k of food, but m atly It’s the other way about. “Just Say" HORLICK’S It Wear • Original a- ucnuine MALTED MILK The Food*dnnk for All Ages. Afato beaitl iful thaa Tea or Coffpfc Agrees with the U-eakest digestt \ D4ciou», ar ’ ’ f . I > i '’tick lunch nrei‘ > tomii' »", <~n' uWttuSH Ui p.r J* s ne a o?c Would Love Ar By BEATRICE FAiRFA> ua Ini itT'M a y° un £ R ' rl of twent Y>" f writes one who signs herself by the expressive title of "Rod Head." and in love with a. young fel low. and quite sure it is reciprocated. The only objection is that I have red hair. "Would you advise me to bleach or dye my hair?” Though the game of love is the old est in the world, there seems to be many who do not understand its rules. There, for instance, is the girl, who thinks that by changing het appear ance she could win the prize. If she has watched others play with eyes that understand she has seen giris attempt all the tricks of which dye and paint anl hypocrisy are master, and lose that on Which they staked their hopes and reputation for wisdom to win. Occasionally she may have seen a girl so make herself over in character anti looks that she carries off that for which she played, but no joy went with her. No woman can win a man with de ceit and keep hint In faith. If a man Is so weak-minded he can he won by a false curl, that which passes on the markets of mtttrimttny for ills LOVE can not be kept, though his w ife wear false curls that would fill a bushel basket. \ My dear Red Head. If your hair were blue or pink you should not bleach or dye it. You are as the Lord made you; don’t imagine you can improve on His handiwork with hair dye. If your lover objects to your rod hair his love isn’t strong enough to outlast its first spell of sickness. If he prefers a blonde or a brunette, it is only a question of time when he will tell you you are only an imitation, and hunt up one whom he thinks is the real. Famous Red Heads. The most famous beauties In the world had red hair. The women who have had the most tn do with making this old world’s history had hair the color of yours. I® © ; F 4 t j (&£», *7(F Y ou arc a truc f°^ ower °f Isaac nt/AF 41 Walton, stop chasing the almighty £*\znt 1 dollar, and, for a short while, take OH U p the pursuit of happiness along the 6,000 miles of trout streams in Colorado, ||4i| where the climate makes men over in a #TJy fortnight. U W X *F L~ V A <' Z ia JmV A rML * ’U. W/Uv sjpW r A trip to Colorado is but a few hours S' 7 of pleasant traveling if you go via the Frisco Short Cut to Colorado The Kansas City-Florida Special is equipped for the comfort and convenience o Colorado vacationist). Bed Pullman, Jacksonville, Atlanta, Birmingham «t® 'ity and Colorado without change. Modem electric Fred Harvey dining cars. do la an economy Railroad fare* ate vary low. Hotel I rate) are reaaonaUe. bead torbeauliful book oa Cota. ( Cion about tow tares \ District Passenger A gent ir St., Atlanta, Ga. IMLIiLAjUPjL*!I f A~DOG ON GOOD COAL Best Grade Lump $4.75 High Grade Lump $4.50 High Grade Nut - $4.25 Until July 15th, and for Cash Only * THOMAS & HAR.VIL-A 4 5 1 3 1 E DEC U atu E r ß It Phone Gold Cake Set. I. _ übCAiuK &T ;4(nn prlM whit , and Gold Bepry (j , .■ ,♦ to 1,040th prize. Sterling Silver Mounted 1 Pens. = - :=:=== ’ 1«t to 1,066th prize, Silver Watch—l 6 »i»*, r , SO ,‘v’v 1 Z?? Otb • I? V*.v "L_IL_PALMIST AND u = > reader. I 11 )L- /..♦ ’H *• P' ” ’ ’ * 'z.awwy--- « , some of which ■ Red hair t a s by the natives! woman «ho great fight fans! has inlelligen ~ | emotions. ! ..'.usetsj She may be aa—a—epaM she is also wmn.in hives is red. — alfi! fr Is an unil■ he glad about SUB - olor that U'om ■■ \ : - e.i -iiaired |S|| ■>f hub . Xo red-£s|£lly -1 .... used of w. a 1 j|l| She nho lias H rj|l ro|.,i(-e. Instead of lover doesn't know ' tin sort of And in this conned"■« l all uirls: Tile ma n i' 1 ' : >|l trai led that l.iise, or rlyod.^SZJß'. ■l..mt S|eni It, Ills ■■oniwJ 1 n il waste of time. t il is not worth "ho v io re,al; unnatural; deceit to truth. Wav®v|| My dear girls, with haSH BgH of hair of gold or a high value on yourseltw Ki-M Don't so overestimate H RQ the love you seek that ■ iKO estimate your own attract!® RS| own value. If the man! pH doesn't love the color of Bl .11 have none of him. nLIJ Look at him through the WSBI of Good Sense, and you wmMH that this i onnolss«ur of ha'Wti-' has very little of his little he has he coarse and ofribu color. ’ th He is not a paragon of phydi section. Don’t accept with his demand that you be one. “ STUARTr BUCHU AND JUNIPER CCMPOUF7 CURE) KIDNEY 4ND BLADDER TRot-E