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THE GEOBCjIAWS MAGAZINE PAGE So Simply Does Love Arrive T By Nell Brinkley 7 Xx - v 77"“7 77■ 7 ’ ■ 1 ■■ \ t z S i .7- W ' ■ '■' AaaA ggiggM NA=A'■ KU^ 7 * a-'* «* JMikl r aw" ■■■ 5 - aw>®gg|||| IBbS ■a- ■a ’ y®x 'wfe '“**"** ; '“ —-W '_, Lj— J "^ z _~ ft J "' ,, '" , ft | WtttßMttMTniwW l^A* ' \ 7 i‘ W\ 7 m a \ \ \A&wrPK *^ E r aasw.’ *3 . a WhRT? ' fim WAW& ■ - r ' 7 \ : 'z7 w zW ■4' X «. - v — v tv ' • . i ; Vr =<A?**iK < /1 / <A& ' A «>. % A'-f/ AjJ f 1 z e T l / L . ’ X Z> Jt , ’</ 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 Ifcu'idd! Get the Original and Genuine HO RUCK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids.and Growing children. Pure NuU tbon, up building the whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. quirk lunch prepared in a minute. Bake n<>substitute. AskforHORLICK S. Hfof in Any Milk Trust 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 Beautify the Complexion / \ Nadinola CREAM / \ The L'ncquakd Bcautifier f" enh. ; 'll 1 ". 11 'R USED AND ENDORSED BY far' THOUSANDS Wf . fl **' > . Ik. > Guaranteed to remove t 3n > pimple , 'V’.-tji./' liver-spots, etc. Extreme - ■ J- cases twenty days. Ric pores and tissues of impurities. Leaves the skin cleai, soft, healthy . Two sizes, 50c and SI.OO By toilet ' counters or mail. i NATIONAL TOILET WMPAHY. Pari* Tmn. 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 For infants and Children. Th® Kind You Hava Always Bought Bears tha , XTJr “““ 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 ■ j All: a. -taa M’-'if *'\ ■ ■ ■ ■■ : Anty Drudge Explains Why the Waist Went into Holes. Mrs. Don'tiio—“l must have been cheated in that woolen waist. It pulled right into holes in the washtub. ” 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, time, hard work, bother and discomfort. Directions for the Fels-Naptha way ol washing arc printed on the back of the red and green wrapper. 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!”