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THE GEO&QIAMS MAGAZINE PAGK .xyxx-y.xx.x- XXXXXXXXXXZ-XXX yxxxxxxy---'VJ*»-j-LTbr-J-u-T- “The Gates of Silence” A STORY OF LOVE. MYSTERY AND WITH A THRILLING POR TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS. TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. • That would be very heroic, doubtless —but why? Ob, yes, I know: to clear two men you persist in believing Inno cent. But one question. Miss Betty. T e welfare of these two men—one of them a verv great scoundrel, by the way-is It dearer to you than the good name of your sister Edith and all that is bound .up in that good name?” A Confeselon. «7>e an effort to speak, but the Words ravefcC Ci. into silence. Paul Saxe took her hand and she let it lie unre sistingly in his. "Miss Betty—if we are to be friends allies—if I am to help you to aid those who are dear to you—you must be frank wtth me. you must give me your confi dence. I happen to know the reason that drove you to the unconventional step of coming to me at Tempest street that night.” Indignation gave Betty voice. Knowing her need and her sister's need, this man had refused to give the money he had actually promlesd! "Yes: because— forgive me —I mls- • judged you; I did not know then what I know now. I had no idea how imperative your need was till I saw to what you stooped.” "To what I stooped?" The words forced themselves from her white lips; there was something so sinister under the almost purring caress of his voice. Saxe looked at her intently. "Fate played you strange tricks in that eerie old house of the hundred clocks, Miss Betty,” he said. "It gave your se cret into my hands. What have you done with the ruby you stole from Fitxstephen? Where Is the genuine Lake of Blood, Miss Betty?” “The Lake of Blood!” It seemed to her that some paralysis of terror had bereft her of all power of speech save a repeti tion of bls words. "I know nothing of It —nothing—nothing.” She gave a little, half-Impatlent sigh. “Miss Betty, Is this amaxlng partial fail ure of your memory real or a pose? Are you trying to bluff me? He bent forward, looking Into her eyes. “I can't believe that It Is, any more than I can fall to believe the evidence of my own senses when I saw you slip the stone you had taken from Fltzstephen from the table In that room where an old man lay dead and slip It Into your bag. I can describe the bag to you minutely—Just about so large,” he made a movement with his hands—“violet morocco, with your charm ing name across Its corner in shining let ters. Where Is that bag, Miss Betty?” It seemed to the girl that there was al most a challenge in the question. The remembrance of where she had last seen that bag—seen it empty—in Jack Rlmfngton’s hand last night by the river, recurred to her now, fraught with a presage of impending evil. Had she done this thing of which this man accused her? Tn this new world to which she had awak ened all things seemed possible. "Where is that bag?” Saxe repeated. It seemed to her that the world stood still, waiting for her answer, as this man wafted, his eyes fixed mercilessly in her face. "I—l do not know.” she said. Still for a moment Saxe continued to stare at her. Then he turned away "I do,” he said. Once again there was silence in the room for a moment; then Saxe turned to the girl. FEED THE FAMILY BETTER AT LESS COST. Those American housewives who know the high food value and the easy digestibility of Faust Spaghetti often serve this delectable dish. In many homes “Spaghetti Night” is a weekly institution and it usually finds a bigger circle around the table than any other night. Get the Faust Spaghetti Rook of Recipes and know how many delight ful ways in which this nourishing food can be served. We’ll send a copy free. Faust Spaghetti is equal in tender ness and flavor to the finest imported— and it is certain to be clean and fresh. Ask your grocer for a package of Faust Spaghetti—sc and 10c. MAULL BROS. St. Louis, Mo. NATIONAL SURGICAL INSTITUTE For the Treatmeat of DEFORMITIES ESTABLISHED 1«74. . |M. Give the deformed 1 children a chance. J ••al’ Sendustheir /''if \ j/\ | names, we can / J I \ help them. ' ‘ ‘ This Institue Treats Club Feet, Dis eases of the Spine, Hip Joints, Paraly sis, etc. Send for illustrated catalog. 72 South Pryor Street, Atlanta. Ga. COAL Last Week Wilton Jellico At $4.25 The Jellico Coal Co. 82 Peachtree St. Both Phones 3668 "Miss Betty, forgive me.” lie said. “Let us have an end of this fencing; let me be quite candid with you. I do know where that vanity bag is: where the po lice will find It, worse luck—in Mr. Rim ington’s possession. But I know more— where Rinington put the jewel that you entrusted to his keeping.” “That I entrusted? What do you mean?” There was almost an appeal for mercy In Betty’s startled tone. Saxe made a gesture of his eloquent hands as though he repudiated it. “I Can Save You.’’ “In plain English, Miss Betty, I mean that you. like the foolish, maddened girl you were, probably hardly knowing what you did. like many another before you, yielded to an impulse of your necessity and stole a beautiful jewel—a world-fa- I mous jewel that could never impossi- ! profit you because of the sheer impossi bility of ever getting rid of it. Rimlng ton, to whom you gave the stone, realiz ing the danger you ran, the uncomfort able notoriety of the stone, was guilty of an action almost idiotic us your theft instead of comfortably leaving the ruby behind him in the house in Tempest street, he carried it off, and the next morning. In melodramatic fashion, flung it into the Thames.” Saxe broke off impatiently and crossed the room to her side. “Do you. understand what his action meant?” he demanded, almost peremptor ily. “There is no need to go into tech nical details and mouth long phrases about the compounding of felonies, and the like. It simply means that—the fact of his disposal of the stone being known —for good or ill, you and he stand to gether. If you go to the police, as you foolishly suggest going, you simply place yourself under an inquisition which—not to mention the scandal such an action would create, the ruin it would mean to your sister and yourself—will very speed ily draw sufficient evidence from you to incriminate your lover.” "Why do you say this to me?” the girl broke out wildly, almost as though the words had been drawn from her in spite of herself by the look in his strange eyes. "Because I want you to understand this, Miss Betty—that I can save you by a word —that 1 can hang him by a word. I, who know Just what happened in Tempest street that night In those flftgjn minutes before Rlmlngton entered the house —In those appalling five minutes after the lights went out in that room of death —can strlkeor forbear to strike—at a price.” "Yes?” The whispered word was a question, not an affirmation. Saxe saw that Betty’s face, white before, was ashen now: that her lips trembled. “You came today to ask for my help, Betty,” he said, and there was something in his tone that hurt her as an undesired caress would have hurt her. “I am will ing to give it —but you must pay for It. Already you are in my debt, you and your sister —more deeply than you guess. She hasn’t spoken to you of the hush-money she received the morning after you re turned home? If I keep my promise—if I save thin man who is arrested to day as only I can save him I shall require my quid pro quo. I do not pretend to be a philanthropist. You’re not a child, Betty; you must know what it is.” He bent his face toward her. a’nd the girl recoiled with a little cry of disgust. Saxe gave a short laugh. "I must want you for my wife very badly, Betty, to withhold my hand after the insult that your eyes have flung’at me every moment you have been in this room,” he said. "But I do need you— need you so badly that I must proffer a further argument still.” He leaned toward her and whispered a sentence in her ear. Betty drew back with a sharp cry, her white, appalled face quivering. Once or twice her colorless lips moved, but no sound Issued from them. Then— “lf you complete your bargain, if you do what you say,” she said, hoarsely, "I will pay your price.” Her voice broke, she bowed her head on her hands and burst into a tempest of tears. The Yawning of the Gates. As the man spoke it seemed to Riming ton that a little petrified silence fell over the crowd at the bustling station, ahum at this midday hour with all the gay life of the holiday season. Just as though It were no scene In real life, but only a, pic torial representation on a scale as vast as Frith's “Derby Day,” animation seemed suspended. The porters paused in their labor of wheeling laden trolleys; the women in their charming summer finery stood about the bookstall, papers poised in their gloved hands, or in the act of chatting to each other, line beau tiful girl, who had evidently just greeted a lover, stood with the glad smile of her welcome frozen on her piquant face. The feeling was horrible, appalling— such as might he experienced by a person held prisoner by some epileptic trance. The detective, seeing the fixed look in his companion's eyes, repeated his state ment in an elaborated form, his watchful gaze ready for the slightest movement of Rimington’s hand towards pocket or lip. Continued Tomorrow. FOR THE NECK AND SHOULDERS A Free Preecripti<»n That Instantly Re. moves Blemishes, Tans, Freckles and the Wrinkles and Marks Left by High Collars. The Dutch neck and the evening gown too often expose the discolora tions and blemishes of high collars or the effects of tan and freckles. It is easy to .overcome these conditions and make the neck beautiful and white and soft and smooth—to remove, in other words, every blemish and to make the Dutch collar as attractive as it is com fortable. This prescription can also be used on the shoulders, and ft Is mar velously effective to beautify the hands and arms. If you want to try it go to your drug gist, get an empty two-ounce bottle, also a one-ounce bottle of Kulux Com pound. Pour the entire bottle of Ku lux into the two-ounce bottle, add quar ter an ounce, of witch hazel, then fill with water. Prepare this at your own home and then you know what you have. One application will astonish you. It Is deliciously cool and sooth ing and is not affected by perspiration. It will not rub off If you put it on one hand only, or on one side of the neck, and note the difference you will see the wonderful change it makes instantly. The results are permanent, and continued use of this prescription will result in a skin as soft and smooth as a child's, a skin from which redness and roughness and freckles have been entirely removed. The Making of a Pretty Girl Her Hair, and How to Make It a Joy Forever & ' iL g Here 8>r * somc v valuable nilcs ’’'9t lven ®®iss X eB" Ayer for the care x S of the hair ’Hair that is \ Q touched up is nev- M \ ; A% er healthy. Girls with drab hair should tScr bf verv careful to § w y* Keepacean § c/ “Shampoo the A BMUB head once a week ~i slunmer ‘ T “ The heaith ° f - fMMWfe T A V#the hair depends largely on your general health.” \ few*’-*v> / / * - \ WBgMßLifa' v \ w i 1W - 'I K ' <\ By MARGARET HUBBARD AYER. ((TAM so ashamed of my hair," | writes one of my correspond ents. “All the family have beau tiful hair, but I only have a few strag gling locks of a nondescript color. Will you please tell me what I can do to make my hair grow and to change the color of it ?” Be sure, my dear girl, that I am not going to tell you anything that will change the color of your hair, be cause this is the sad fate of the girl who was just about as you must be, with a small handful of brown hair that went well with a pair of beautiful brown eyes. But, alas, the brown hair didn’t suit the young lady, so she de cided one day that she would give it a little life. To “liven the hair up is one of those nice ways people have of say ing that they are not dyeing their hair. So my little brown girl applied some henna to her hair and went and sat out in the sun until ft dried. Henna is a red paste made of pow dered henna leaves and water, and is guaranteed to turn the hair reddish, then red, then redder and finally pur ple, and other gay and festive colors. That is the unfortunate part about livening up the color of your hair. You never know quite where you are going to end. My little brown girl was as pleased as Punch to see the reddish glint in her brown hair, and many of us were fool ish enough not to realize that she had touched ft up; so we said: “How nice your hair looks!" Delighted with the result, she went and applied more henna, and sat out in the sun again. 1 A Prismatic Effect. I emphasized the fact she sat in the sun. because that quickened the process. Soon her hair was a brilliant red, and as she struggled to lighten up the dark roots and ends of the hair somewhere near the same color, she •was tempted to try a quicker method and to use peroxide. Well, in a very short, while she went through aH the colors of the rainbow, ending up with distinctly purple locks streaked with a slightly greenish tinge. Now, the little brown girl was very clever, and when she saw what she had done she frankly said: “I have made a fool of myself; I dyed my hair. I will never do it again.” Os course, every one knew she had ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * IT IS POSSIBLE. Dear Miss Fairfax: If a young lady really and truly loves I a young man will she be jealous of him and accuse him of going to see other girls, when she has never seen him with any? Will she also believe rumors about him going with other when she hears them? W. C. M. Jealousy always attends on love. ( Some claim that where jealousy does not exist there is no love. It doesn’t indicate perfect faith, but that most desired of all sentiments is also one of the rarest. The girl undoubtedly loves you, but her love is of such an exact ing, auspicious nature that a future with her as your wife is not at all promising At least yoji know what quality you will find in control when she is your wife. Perhaps, looking al dyed her hair, but I have met only two • women in my whole life who admitted they did; so I think she deserves praise. After months of work, the hair eventu ally was restored to its original color. The restoration might have been helped with more dyes, but the hair was in bad condition, anyhow, and it was eventually decided to cut off the great er part of It and wait patiently unTH It grew out its natural brown color. During the hair dyeing process my 'i. ’i ’x I li iCJcflnv - \ \ MM/ // \ \ dr 9 SS/ A woman’s glory—her hair. little girl had been a source of real humiliation to her family and her hair had been an eyesore to all who looked at her, because she had the clear, olive complexion that went with her own color of hair, and, of course, once the scarlet locks appeared she had to paint and powder in order to overcome this ghastly looking comnlexion. The minute you do anything to your hair to change the color of It you have to aid your complexion, which was in tended to go with the original color. That is why the girl with dyed hair never looks quite respectable. Hair that is touched up is never healthy, and the bleached or henna tresses become very dry and brittle, lose their natural wave and the gloss, which is the chief attraction of healthy hair. Don’t Touch It. If my correspondent wants better and healthier hair she must discard the idea of touching it up. There Is only one thing In the world to lighten ►up hair naturally, and that is sunlight and fresh air. Go about just as much as you can with your hair loosened and flowing after you have washed your hair, be sure and dry it in the sun and never wash your hair on a cloudy day, as the difference in color will be perceptible. Girls with drab hair should be very careful about keeping It clean, and all the drab shades should be washed much oftener than the deeper colors. If you arc subjected to much dust during the course of the day in your home work or in business, shampoo the head once a week in summer time, and about once in two weeks In winter time. A good shampoo is made of small pieces of toilet soap that are left from the big cake and that are so hard to use her aide of the question, you have shaken her faith in you by some fool ish act. How about that? MOST CERTAINLY NOT. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am seventeen and liave neen keep ing company with a young lady of six teen, who seems to think a great deal of me, and I return her affections. Our people, however, seem to think we are too young to marry, but as we are deeply in love with each other my sweetheart has proposed eloping. Do you think a young married couple could live happilv on $7.50 a week'.’ A TROUBLED LOVER. This is not the day of miracles. You ean not live, happily <>r otherwise, on $7.50 a week these days. If you had more money I would still urge against marriage because of your youth. i up. Keep them in a little box or bag until you have a good quantity, then boil them up in about four times the quantity of water, add a little borax or soda. When the soap and water cools It will form a jelly, and this can be i kept in preserving jars almost indefl i nitely for use in the weekly shampoo. Where the hair is very heavy, braid it In two braids before shampooing. Rub the soap very thoroughly in the scalp, and rinse in a great many waters. The rinsing is almost more important than the lathering. The girl with weak hair should try to get some one to give her a good scalp massage at least once a week, and twice a week if possible. Os course, the health of the hair depends very largely on the general state of health. If your sys tem Is not in order, If your stomach Is upset, your liver sluggish, or.you are overworked, worrying and anxious, the hair will reflect these conditions almost Immediately. It will lose color and vitality first and will flatten out and mat together. Then it will begin to fall out and all the tonics in the world won’t be of any use until the circulation In the scalp is restored to Its normal condition. Massage Good. A good masseuse will manipulate the scalp, moving the skin of the scalp, but not rubbing the hair. The Angers must be pressed deep into the flesh, and the scalp must be made to move beneath them. The pores of the scalp become clogged, Just as do the pores of the face and back, and these pores must be emptied before the natural secre tions can nourish the hair again. One can do a great deal for one’s self In the way of scalp massage, but It Is really better. If possible, to spend a little extra money and have this done by a thoroughly competent person. Now that we are In the midst of the bathing season, I want to warn all you girls against the promiscuous use of brush and combs In dressing rooms. Sclap diseases of all kinds are trans mitted in this way. I know that the dainty and fastidious glr! only takes such a comb thoughtlessly and because she doesn’t know what else to use. The same warning applies to combs in any public place, and it can not be insisted on too strongly. GIV 7 HIM A CHANCE. Dear Mir Fairfax: I am eighteen and have been keep ing company with a young man about a year. He is engaged In work that makes It impossible for him to see me in the evening. However, he has ar ranged several times to sec me in the afternoon and has disappointed me, without even sending a postal card telling the reason. Do you think he is worth consideration? M. R. W. If business detained him, his failure to keep his engagements Is not to his discredit. So many young men think more of social engagements than duty to business life that it is really to his credit. Give him a chance to explain and so long as It Is not some other girl don't be too exacting * Hunting a Husband * NO. 13— MAYNARD’S MAGNETISM AND KINDNESS FORCE THE WIDOW . TO FORGIVE HIM IN SPITE OF HER VOWS .•£, AT the maid’s announcement of her unexpected guest, Beatrice set down her cup and flashed a startled glance at Helen. Mrs. Robbins was a trifle disconcerted and flushed, but Beatrice thought that an expres sion of triumphant self-r.ighteousness flickered around her lips as she raised her brows in answer to the appeal in the widow’s eyes. It is hard for anj’ of us to bear dis comfiture In the presence of an unsym pathetic witness. Beatrice felt in her heart that Robert’s champion was se cretly enjoying the embarrassing cli max to the recent discussion, and a sudden wave of anger swept away the guilty terror she had felt when Rob ert's name was mentioned by the maid. The knowledge that Helen would revel In her confusion steeled her determi nation and cleared her brain. It was with a calm voice and manner that she said to the waiting servant, “Show Mr. Maynard in!” Even Helen, with her prejudices, was forced to admit to. herself that Beat rice’s manner was that of the perfect hostess as she rose to greet her guest. "A very pleasant surprise!” she ex claimed cordially when Maynard en tered the drawing room. “Helen and I were just .talking of you when you were announced." •’Yes?" queried the man. jestingly, as he turned to greet his fellow guest. ’’Speak of the devil and you’re sure to see him. eh? While I, out In the hall, was thinking of angels and heard their voices." "You will have some tea, of course?” suggested Beatrice, touching the tiny Chinese gong on the little table at her side, "None if you please,” the man an swered. "My lunch was late today, and what little appetite this first hot weath er left me was taken away by that re past.” The maid entered, and at a word from her mistress removed the tea tray and table, while the trio, settling them selves in their chairs, chatted lightly of Impersonal things until the sinking sun warned Helen that it was time for her to leave. Yet, incredible as it may seem to one who is not an Impression able woman. In that quarter of an hour Robert Maynard’s manner had done much to cool Beatrice’s Indignation against him. He possessed to a great degree that wholly indefinite something which we call magnetism. Weeks ago Beatrice had heard Helen say that one could be angry at Robert Maynard, but never angry with him. She remembered that now as she found herself laughing spontaneously at his clever nonsense which was combined with a natural gayety that was almost childlike. He rose to his feet as Helen got up to leave, and announced. In spite of her protests, his Intention of accompanying her as far as her car. But before he left murmured to Beatrice, "I'm coming back—may I?" And she smiled her assent. She waited until the rumble of the elevator signalled their descent, and then hurried Into her room, where she quickly exchanged her easy and rather homely house slippers for a. dainty pair of satin pumps, and slipped upon her wrist a bangle which Robert had ad mired the day of their drive together. If the recollection of this incident brought the disagreeable ending of the excursion more clearly to her mind, she quickly consigned the unsavory mem ory to obscurity. He was merely a friend, she Insisted to herself, scarcely more than a pleas ant acquaintance, despite Helen's match-making ideas, and if he was calling on her In that capacity. It was her duty as a hostess to make his visit as pleasant and agreeable as she could. If, when she looked Into the glass, she saw that her cheeks were more flushed and her eyes brighter than the advent of a chance caller would justify, she felt only a thrill of satisfaction at her appearance and did not attempt to analyze her excitement. Maynard returned sooner than she had expected and she had scarcely time to seat herself and open a book as If she had been reading ever since his departure before the portieres parted and he again entered the room. "I was a long time getting back, I know," he said ruefully. "But it really wasn’t my fault. Those Infernal street cars never come when one Is in a hurry.” "But you weren't gone long.” an swered Beatrice. "I call that a very short time Indeed." “Perhaps." he admitted as he drew up a chair. "But I was living In an ticipation, you see. and you were not.” "What an arbitrary way you have of declaring what one's thoughts have been,” laughed the widow. “Are you always certain of every person’s feel ings?” "No," he responded slowly and with out a smile. "I am only sure of my own." His tone held a significance which his words did not warrant, and Bea trice flushed under his steady gaze. "Even at that you are a very for tunate person.” she forced herself to say lightly. “I hope to be,” he answered enig matically. 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I know her well, and. in spite of her New England conscience, 1 am fond of her. Yet I ask you to Judge by facts hereafter rather than by her statements.” “But how," asked Beatrice, faintly, “did you know that it was Helen who was speaking?” “I noted who looked embarrasseed when I came in,” said Maynard, smil ing. Confession hovered on Beatrice’s lips, but was checked by the memory, of Helen Robbins’s superior I-told-you so smile when Maynard was an-J nounced, "I honestly did not catch exactly what she said,” Maynard admitted, “b«t please don’t believe it too entirely. I scarcely think you did, anyway." "No," responded Beatrice, verbally truthful. "I didn’t” “I value your good opinion,” Robert said, gently, “more than I dare hope you appreciate. But at this juncture the maid; burst into the room, holding Beatrice’s small son by the arm, "Please, ma’am!” she gasped, “Mas ter Jack has cut his hand something dreadful! What shall I do?” The sight of the pale little boy and the crimson blood turned Beatrice faint. It was Maynard who grasped the child and wrapped around the gash the cloth the bewildered servant held out to him; it was he who telephoned for the doctor and calmed the fright ened mother and the sobbing child. When the physician had arrived and ’ order had been restored Maynard tact fully took his departure, reminding Beatrice of his desire to be of service at any time she or the lad might need a man’s help. An hour later a long box came to the widow. She opened it and gasped at the pale glory of the orchids that tilled It. On top of them lay a card. “Can I come day after tomorrow night to finish our talk?" ran the message, ‘‘Best wishes for the boy’s comfort. R, M.” SAVED FROM , AN OPERATION" p How Mrs. Reed of Peoria, 111 J Escaped The Sur- * geon’s Knife. • • Peoria, 111. —“I wish to let every c • know whatLydiaE.Pinkham’sVegeta' • I - ' -".-l iiifctfu. --I Compound has du ♦- A forme. 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