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So Simply Does Love Arrive T By Nell Brinkley
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LOVE comes, as dreams do, without a single silver trumpet or gold-fringed her
ald. Humbly, as a kindly wooly pup to your back door. One night you may
slip into your white bed with your heart all to yourself; you may awake to
find a little pink Cupid toasting his toes at its faintly red ashes like a cold
Kobold (which thing, a Kobold, is a shy and simple -smiled elf with a liking
for the warmth of a hearth or a heart.)
And sure he’s come Io stay. And after that your heart will be a livelier, jollier
place, and if he should ever go. a lonelier, colder one.
You may turn a corner, where you have turned for years, and one little minute
look into the stranger eyes of a girl you never knew, and straightway gold threads
begin to weave into the fabric of your life; the pattern changes, and the tapestry of
dull dark brown turns red and blue and vivid hued. So simply does Love come.
Since you were little you have known a girl. Half in the sunshine, half in the
“THE GATES OF SILENCE” « * ’
-4 Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bars
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
"I am sorry to say, sir, that I have a
warrant for your arrest In the matter of
the Tempest street murder .”
The words broke the spell that for the
moment had held Rimington speechless
He made the remark that nine men out
of ten make in the same circumstances:
"A warrant? What on earth do you
mean? Let me see your warrant "
"Here?" The detective shrugged his
shoulders and glanced about the crowded
station "You don't want me to show it
to you here, do you'"' he asked. "Better
let us go out and have a quiet talk over
tt—and a drink If you have any doubts
as to my bona tides "
Rtmlngton hesitated The thing that
had come on him with hideous sudden
ness was. after all. nothing unexpected
He knew now that In the hack of hfs
mind all along it had loomed as inevitable
There was no shadow of doubt as to the
legality of the man's warrant Now that
he looked at him close!', he wondered
what had held his eyes that he had not
known this man for what he was the
moment he had brushed against him out
side the barrlet
Stunned
“Come and have a drink.' The detect
ice took advantage of Riming: t s hesi
tation to urge him g'ti'.ly Inward the sta
tion exit. I.ike a man !r. a dteam Him
ington followed him In the deserted
smoking room of the quiet hotel neat the
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Many a lady with an empty life has found Love washed up like driftwood.
station, the man explained the technicali
ties of his warrant over a whisk? and
soda, ordered at Rlmlngton’s expense.
Rimington himself did not drink or smoke;
he had not the stomach for either at the
moment, though the detective facetiously
reminded him that “You will not get the
chance of either in there.”
Oddly enough, it was the man’s face
tiousness that depressed Rimington most.
Afterward, as they drove through the
crowded streets in the hansom, to whose
driver the direction “Bow Street r< lice
Station” had been given, the reason re
curred to him as such trivialities will in
moments of tension a phrase rend some
where and forgotten until that moment,
“Levity in a detective is not a good sign
for a prisoner.”
He sat back in the cab. his eyes tlxed
<<n the ever-changing kaleidoscope of the
streets Praed street, the squalid crowds
of the Edgware road, seemed to pass him
by like things seen in a troubled dream
Then, bv an association of ideas, the
sight of a half - obscured newspaper poster
outside a ding? shop stirred him to new
life and Rlmington remembered that
poster which had attracted his attention
on Paddington stat on, toward which he
had been making his wa? when the de
tective accosted him lie leaned forward
ov«-r the apron of the <ah and watched
eagerly for the next news agent’s
“Westport.” There it was again In
large black lettering on a preen ground.
’Great Explosion at Westport. Chemical
Laboratory Burned Up. Feared Loss of
Life.”
The words seemed to shout out to him
■! •>, h miiuiioi ic.roats as the cab hashed
t> rough the
Westport wan h tiny place Did this
iron could it mean anything else hut
seme • arelessncss on Charpentier s pait"
In Distress
IL made a movement as though he
wmild have jumped from the cab, and the
■ tvctive. with a vicious ’ Steady, there
’ 1 • caught him none too gently by the
; arm
Confound you’” Rimington was like a
man beside himself “I must have a
j pap r. ■■ v cried, hoarsely ?>u don't
I know what this means to me I roll you,
i I must have a paper”’
I “Oh. vou must, must you'? There was
I a certain grimness in the detective s man-
I ner “Whet wr get to the station, mis
i ter, if you can control yourself tin then ‘
Ht drew J-Lm'nc n back He was a
, bftd-t* mperfM. man and It seemed to him
I that from the first the prisoner s manner
■.ad been lacking in a proper respect r i
his dignity.
Rlmington relapsed ipto silence, but bis
heart was as heavy as lead when at list
the cab stopped, and he was ushered into
the presence of the inspector on duty
The endless procession of newspaper
placards had done their work, and a sense
of gloom had descended upon him. He
did not even demand the paper, though
the detective had fortified himself with
several excuses for further delay had the
request been made It seemed to Rlming
ton now as though nothing remained for
him but a waiting acquiescence in his
fate.
The inspector regarded him with a surly
look, a look of gratified vindictiveness,
as though the deceased money lender had
been his blood brother, and he saw before
him his murderer brought to book. Hav
ing so regarded Rimington and withotr
speaking a word, he turned from him and
began an altercation with the detective
sergeant.
Standing there in the charge room, Rim
ington waned, thinking ids own thoughts.
The door was wide open: there was no one
there but the two men wrangling by the
desk over some long-standing grievance,
and it s«•< •. ed to Rimington that a single
sp’rited bolt would have brought him ini.
freedom in the tangled wiid< mess of the
streets Nothing was further from his
desires than flight., despite his almost un
conscious speculations on the ease of it.
The one thought that beat persistent!?
in his heart was Lott? and dread of the
mad. quixotic action to which the new?
of his arrest might drive her.
I\ow to silen-e Bettv how to silence
her!
Silence Neaded.
He though of Paul Saxe He must gel
into comm'.mcation \\ th the financier
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shade, one day she drops beside you with a laugh. The thin white of her dress blows
over your hand. And after that you’ll never be the same again.
A plain little child comes visiting into your back door, as any plain little
neighbor's child has often come before—but, while you push your pie into the oven
and chatter to the plain little child, the path where he came in turns to fine gold, a
glitter grows about him; he fills your little house, the heating of his wings breaks
in to flame the sunken glow within your heart—the plain little child was an “angel’
unaware!" So simply does Love come! Treasure conies to the wrecker’s hands in
a easing of slime and rust.
Bright red gold lies in the miner’s hand in a lump of earth and stone.
So many a fine lady with an empty life has wandered aimlessly to the sea-steps
of her palace in the dawn and found Love washed up there like any bit of drift
wood, when she had looked for him to come the land-way on a sacred elephant
hung with gold brocade, knights about him, trumpeters before, like any other king.
lip wa thp one person In the world who
could help Betty in this moment of her
necessity.
“Here c tand there!”
The grating voice of the inspector as
he motioned him with a gesture towards
the little iron railed-in inclosure which
Rimington had previously noticed roused
the young man from his thoughts. He
stepped obediently to where ho was di
rected and listened to the reading of the
warrant, which the inspector presently
made. In a manner which rendered it void
of all meaning to the hearer, and after
wards answered the minute inquiries as
to hts age, appearance and belongings
which were addressed to him. particulars
that appeared to deal with some identity
quite apart from his own, Rimington
thought, as he watched the inspector enter
them neatly in his book.
The entry concluded, the Inspector rang
u bell, and a jailer entered.
With a movement of his hand, the In
spector indicated Rimington. The jailer,
taking the key from his superior, jerked
his thumb in a peremptory manner in the
direction of the door by which he had
come Without a word being siaiken,
Rimington went out and found himself in
a long passage lined on one side with
cells.
Only when tie door was unlocked and
Rimington enteted the cell did the man
spea k.
"Make yourself nt ’ome!" he said.
And the grate of the key in the lock
behind him seemed to punctuate his sen
tence with ironic la tghter
Left to himself. Rimington glanced
about him.
"I may as well make myself at home.”
he sa' grimly, to himself While he
waited in the charge-room he had come to
a • ecisior he would not think, he would
not .allow himself to think By shear
force of will he would pre'ent the fangs
• f horror from fastening themselves round
his heart It was too soon. latter, it
might not be possible to stem the flood
of his the- gilts but row he bad every
! thing to observe And, in the meantime.
• the message he had been permitted to
'end to Pan! Saxe wa- speeding on its
■ w i' I Wess he was very greatly mis-
I taken. Saxe was rot the man to delay
1 bi- i omlng in such circumstances, and
I until be < nmc "If the worst come to th*
waist, I can ma! * ■ plan and take an
i-vent rv of the ell It w'll come In
rat'd' >c-> net the day 1 wish to write my
i prison ieminiscences
j HIS DEJECTION.
Ike ftili was email, indeed, Ila email-
t ness amazed him. He calculated that It
■ could hardly measure 12 feet by 6. It was
devoid of furniture save for a wooden
bench, and what litle light there was ap
t peared to him to come through the open
s ironwork of the door
i It did not take him very many mo-
I ments to explore every cranny of the
• place. Even had he taken the plan and
Inventory he had suggested, it would
i not have taken him many more
I’tter dejection leaped swiftly upon him
from the ambush in his weary loneli
ness He sat down on the bench sud
; denly. and. resting his head on hts hands,
i stared out before him at the door with
weary eyes. It had been easy to say
thnt he would not think. It was another
thing to control his thoughts. They
lushed over him like a flood, overwhelm
ing him with bitterness and fear A
: physical oppression descended upon him.
as though the walls of the tiny place
were contracted, closing in uporf him.
crushing him down.
Betty—Charpentier- -a certain natural
shrinking from the ordeal that lay be
fore him—these were the steps of the
dreary treadmill up which his mind
climbed unceasingly during three dreary
hours.
Presently he jumped up. There was a
sound of feet coming toward the ceil —
they paused, something rattled, clicked,
and rattled again. Rimington's eyes were
glued on t_. door, but it did not open
Then for an instant he was aware of a
face at the booby hutch in the cell door,
which, as he looked, was withdrawn and
disappeared There was a sound of re
ceding footsteps.
Sick with disappointment, he sank back
on the bench. He had been so abso
lutely certain that those steps had pre
luded the coming of Pau l Saxe!
But at that moment <iul Saxe was
otherwise employed. In the quiet, pri
vate room in he big block of city offices
he was bending over a girl who rr
garded him with the terrified eyes of a
trapi>ed woodland thing, and was repeat
ing in that silken voice of his
1 shall require my quid pro quo. You
•.re not a child. Betty, you must know
what It is"
Continued Tomorrow..
CASTOR IA
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Th® Kind You Hava Always Bought
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fikJtnature of
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
LYSANDER JOHN APPLETON had
been invited to address the
'uatlng class of the Paradise Vai.
ley "High school.
He cleared his throat. Not that any
thing wfis the matter with it. but all
great speakers do.
Then he signaled to. an attendant
that he must have a pitcher of water;
also a characteristic of great speakers,
some of them never drink water at any
other time.
"We have learned, tonight,” he said,
“that beyend the Alps lies Italy. We
have heard the solution of the nation's
greatest financial problem. We know
at last t\e causes of the Civil war. and
have had pointed out the dangers of
sectional patriotism.
"Had one of these great minds been
present on the Titanic, that great trag
edy of the sea would have been pre
vented. We have bowed our heads in
remorse while we have heard you scold
us for all _our sins from enforced vac
cination to a tendency toward imperial
ism.
"You have opened the nation’s secret
closets and pointed out the skeletons
there. You have made our goose flesh
rise like the spikes on a nutmeg grater
with your predictions of our ultimate
annihilation.
"You have not spared a single weak
ness. You have found nothing in us to
commena and everything to condemn.
"You picture the future of the world
as resting entirely on you, and if there
is any one in this world NOT a gradu
ate who will have a hand in its refor
mation and salvation it is beyond your
comprehension.
"You pity those of us who, judging
from your lofty heights of ambition,
have failed. My Dear Bunch of June
Hopes, my mission here tonight is to
tell you that we pity YOU.
"You are going out 'into the world’
not with the hope, but the INTEN
TION. of making it over.
"You. y >u think, will never grow dis-
drudgeX
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Mrs. Don'tiio—“l must have been cheated in that woolen
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Anty Drudae —“You wouldn’t think you were cheated if
you got a leg of mutton which boiled that tender. It
was the boiling that weakened your waist just as it
makes meat or vegetables tender. Stop boiling your
clothes. Wash them with Fels-Naptha in cool or
lukewarm water, and they’ll wear twice as long.’’
What are clothes made of?
Wool, cotton or linen, animal o r
vegetable fibre.
What does boiling or scalding do to
them ?
Makes them tender just as it does meat
or vegetables.
What does hard rubbing on a wash
board do to them?
Wears them into holes before their time.
Are you abusing your clothes like that
in the weekly wash 0
Burning up fuel and working like a
slave to do it?
There’s a far better way to get clean
clothes.
Let Fels-Naptha soap take the dirt out
of them in cool or lukewarm water with
out boiling, without hard rubbing.
It saves the clothes —makes them last
twice as long.
in summer or winter, it saves fuel,
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Directions for the Fels-Naptha way ol
washing arc printed on the back of the
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Follow them carefully.
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE
couraged. You will never become com
monplace. You will never lose sight of
your IDEAL.
“Being a Bunch of June Hopes, that
IDEAL looms up to you just now as
the only thing in life; in fact, all tnera
is to life.
"Let us see how you will realize
"There are in the back seats of this
hall tonight a number of women who
sit near the door so that they can get
out'quicker when the babies in their
arms begin to cry.
“They’ look .tired, discouraged and
seem to possess about as much enthu
siasm as the mother of nine has at the
end of a hard day's washing.
"They’ once had an IDEAL tn life.
Ask the washerwoman at night what
became of the cake of soap she had in
the morning. Then ask these tired
women with the heavy babies in their
arms what became of their IDEALS.
"You think you will never become
like them? No; of course not. But the
patch from, this stage to the back seat
is very short.
“Those women back there with ba
bies in their arms and more babies at
home were graduates just like you a
few years ago. each with her IDEAL.
“Accompany’ any one of them home.
After she has put the cross children to
bed. darned a basketful of stockings,
heard her husband grumble about the
high cost of living, sprinkled the clothes
for ironing next day and mopped up
the kitchen floor while the children are
asleep and can’t track it, ask her in
the momentary lull, while she puts a
yeast cake to soak, of what she is
thinking.
"Ask her the subject of the essay’
she wrote and which she thought would
go ringing around the world.
"She will tell you. while putting the
codfish in water, that it was ‘Ambi
tion Knows No Limit, or How I Intend
to Become Famous.'
"My Dear Bunch of June Hopes, you
pity the world. I want you to know
the world pities you!”
