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I OVE comes, as dreams do, without a single silver trumpet or gold-fringed her
aid 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 Kohold. is a shy and simple-souled elf with a liking
fer the warmth of a hearth or a heart.)
And sure he’s come to 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 nne 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” *■ * B \KD,, s n™ NS
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
’ am sorry to say. sir. that I have a
"'si'rant for your arrest in the matter of
the Tempest street murder.”
The words broke the spell that for the
moment had held Rimington speechless.
r, e made. the remark that nine men out
of ten make in the same circumstances:
\ warrant? What on earth do you
mc-. n v’ Let me see your warrant •’
Here*?" The detective shrugged hls
and glanced about the crowded
Nation "You don’t want me to show it
1n \ou here, do you?” he asked. "Better
*t us go out and have a quiet talk over
’’ And a drink if you have any doubts
as to my bona tides ”
Burlington hesitated The thing that
1 eome on him with hideous sudden
'' w as. after all, nothing unexpected.
* knew now that in the back of his
all along it had loomed as inevitable.
‘ lp re was no shadow of doubt as to the
r gality of the man's warrant. Now that
* looked at him closely, he wondered
,' rat had held his eyes that he had not
kn.-.n o man for what he was the
■’•'■n’ent he had brushed against him nut-
'de the barrier.
Stunned!
' ome and have a drink.” The detect,
took advantage of Rimington's hesl
f ’ ’on to urge him gently toward the sta
r‘" exit. Like a man in a dream, Rlni
’-'"n followed him. In the deserted
ng room of the quiet hotel near the
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A Story of Love, Mystery and Hate, with a Thrilling Portrayal of Life Behind Prison Bart
station, the man explained the technicali
ties of his warrant over a whisky and
soda, ordered at Rimington'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
Afterward, as they drove through the
crowded streets In the hansom, to whose
driver the direction "Bow Street Police
Station" had been given, the reason re
curred to him as such trivialities will in
moments of tension a pbrase.read 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 fixed
on 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, by an association of Ideas, the
sight of a half-obsoured newspaper poster
outside a dingy shop stirred him to new
life, and Rimington remembered that
poster which had attracted his attention
on Paddington station, toward which he
had been making his way when the de
tective accosted him He leaned forward
over the apron of the cab and watched
eagerly for the next news agent's.
"Westport.” There It was again in
large black lettering on a green ground.
"Great Explosion at Westport. Chemical
Laboratory Burned Up. Feared Loss of
Life." '
The words seemed to shout out to him
from a hundred throats as the cab flashed
through the streets.
Westport was a tiny place Did this
mean could It mean anything else but
some carelessness on Charpentier’s part ’
tn Ol»tpa»»
He made a movement as though be
would have jumped from the cab. and the
detective, with a vicious Steady, there
I sa, '" caught hint none too gently by the
arm
"Confound you!" Rimington was like a
man beside himself "I must have a
paper." he cried, hoarsely You don't
know what this means to me I tel) you.
I must have a paper!"
"Oh. vou must, must you"'' There was
a certain grimness tn the detective a man
ner "When we get to the station, mis
ter If >ou can control yourself fill then "
lie drew Rimington back He was a
i»,id tempered man. xml it seemed tri hint
Ihat from the fir-’ the prisoner's manner
had been lacking in a I'loper respect for
hlu dignity
Many a lady with an empty life has found Love washed up like driftwood.
Rimington relapsed Into silence, but his
heart was as heavy as lead when at last
the cah 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 Riming
ton now as though nothing remained for
him but a waiting acquiescence in his
fate
The Inspector regarded him with a surly
look, a 'loqk 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 without
speaking a word, he turned from him and
began an altercation with the detective
sergeant.
Standing there in the charge room, Rim
ington waited, thinking his 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 seemed to Rimington that a single
spirited bolt would have brought him into
freedom in the tangled wilderness 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 persistently
In his heart was Betty and dread of the
mad. quixotic action to which the news
of his arrest might drive her.
How to silence Betty how to silence
her!
Silence Needed.
He though of Paul Saxe He must get
Into communication with 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 conies 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 beating 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 casing 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 eome the land-way on a sacred elephant
hung with gold brocade, knights about him. trumpeters before, like any other king
he was the one person in the world who
could help Betty in this moment of her
necessity.
"Here -stand there!”
The grating voire 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 tn where he 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 his age. appearance and belongings
■ which were addressed to him, particulars
that appearer] to deal with some identity
quite apart from his Rimington
thought, as he watched the inspector enter
them neatly in his book
The entry concluded, the Inspector rang
a bell, and a Jailer entered
With a movement of his hand, the in
spector Indicated Rimington The jailer,
taking the key Tom his superior, jerked
his thumb in a peremptory manner In the
direction of the door by which he had
come Without, a word being spoken,
Rimington went out and found himself In
a long passage fined on one side with
cells.
Only when the door was unlocked and
Rimington entered the cell did the man
s pea k
“Make yourself at ’ome”’ he said.
And the grate of the key in the lock
behind him seemed to punctuate his sen
tence with ironic laughter
Left to himself, Rimington glanced
about him
"I may as well make myself at home.”
he said, grimly, to himself W hile he
waited in the charge-room he had come to
a decision he would not think, he would
not allow himself to think B> sheer
force of will he would prevent the fangs
nf horror from fastening themselves round
his heart it was too soon. Later-, it
might not be possible to stem the flood
nf his thoughts but now ho had every -
thing to observe And, in the meantime,
the message he had been permitted to
send to Paul Saxe was speeding on its
wav I’nless be wh< verx greatlx ml
taken. Saxe was not the man to dels'
his coming In such circumstance 4, and
until he came "If the worst enme to the
worst, I can make a plan and take an
Inventory of the < e|l |l will rnme in
hand.' again 1 the da\ I wish to write mv
prison reminisi epees
HIS DEJECTION
The cell wis binall, indeed, ita •mall
ness amazed him He calculated that It
could hardly measure 12 feet by 6. Tt was
devoid of furniture save for a wooden
bench, and what litle light there was ap
peared to him to come through the open
Ironwork of the door..
It did not take hint very many mo
merits tn explore every cranny of the
place Even had he taken the plan and
Inventory he had suggested, it would
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 his hands,
stared out before him at tfte door with
weary eyes. It had been easy to say
that he would not think. It was another
thing to control his thoughts They
t ushed 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 upon him,
(•rushing him down.
Betty Charpentier a certain natural
shrinking from the ordeal that lay be
fore him these were the steps of the
drearv treadmill up which his mind
climbed unceasingly d’uring three dreary
hours.
F’resntlv he jumped up There was a
ound nf feet coming toward the cell
they paused, something rattled, clicked
and rattled again Rimington's eyes were
glued on the 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 wdthdra.wn 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 Paul Saxe'
But at that moment *iul Saxe was
otherwise’ employed Tn the quiet, prl
vate room in the big block of city offices
he was bending over a girl who re
garded him with the terrified eyes of a
trapped woodland thing, and was repeat
ing in that silken voice of his
‘I shall require my quid pro qu<» You
ire not a child, Betty; you must know
what it Is."
Continued Tomorrow.
CASTOR IA
For Infanta and Children.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
LYSANDER JOHN APPLETON had
been invited to address the grad
uating class of the Paradise Vai.
ley High school.
He cleared his throat. Not that any
thing was 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 beyond the Alps lies Italy. We
have heard the solution of the nation’s
greatest financial problem. We know
at last the 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 Titani/-. 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 hesh
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
commend 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.
"Y’ou 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 ‘lnto the world'
not with the hope, but the INTEN
TION. of making it over.
‘You, you think, will never grow dis-
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Anty Drudge Explains Why the Waist
Went into Holes.
Mrs. Don’ino—"l must have been cheated in that woolen
waist. It pulled right into holes in the washtub.”
Anty Drudge—" 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.
Whac 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?
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 of
washing are printed on the back of the
red and green wrapper.
Follow them carefully.
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 there
Is to life.
“Let us see how you will realize it. / 3
“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 in life.
Ask the washerwoman at ’night what
became cake of soap she had tn
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 hack 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
for ironing next day and mopped ty
the kitchen floor w hile the children ar .. j
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 or the essay
she wrote and which she thought would
go ringing around the world.
“She will tell you. while putting the
codfish in water, tjiat it was ‘Ambi
tion Knows No Limit, or How I Intend
to Become Famous.'
"Mv Dear Bunch of June Hopes, you
pit.v the w'orld. I want you to know
the world pities you!”