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THE QEOBQIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE So Simply Does Love /Arrive ms. National .-.>w 3 ..s»sn t. PAX v V 7 tty- — A-rAA I ” V Rw -ylWfeyTEgjfc; \.x r >\ r ' fz-' ' it: Wil '>>£’* J UbBF .sW' Mar°A <% W .«.M \ pit, / > _ • «. .-rjhp. Jo'ojlg xjßffllljy .^^&t&WßFE^?*v.jiiM. - .--—-TST —■"* *in» — —T.--~7H2 W/ s^es; JBrBKIoKn <wL 6*” 3, ~. X «& --Safe-/* ®M\®W» / £S?dßfc» .w xs» 7 i 111 nilliHlßiiiiiliiiinliiiiiiiiriilhiiM fcWwa'A v Wivfea &SaK)f . k / ihs^ I ™!™^^»J • %*> % • vri- TWw» / WW'wß \. \o i -r^^^h 1 1 -- r K W/ VAO,T*”< / W< .-•' >x I ' • XX L.- ... ~ s /K / // /. -■ , / 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 Get the Original and (hnuine HURLICK’S malted milk The Food drink for All Ages. • r,r Infants, Invalids.and Growing children, j ,Jr * Nutrition,up building the whole body. " 'grates the nursing mother and the aged. ---- Elllhi rna l tf *d grain, in powder form. J Otitic lunch prepared in a minute. no auhetitute. Ask for HOR LICK’S. in Any Milk Trust 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 Beautiry the Complexion / \ btadinola CREAM / \ Beautifler i 'I = "'ll USED AND ENDORSED BY JmSJ THOUSANDS dF*'TJ Guaranteed to remove tan ' f re< Ales, pimples, liver-spots, etc. Extreme causes twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of impurities. Leaves the skin clear, soft, healthy. Two sizes, 50c and SI.OO. Ry toilet counters or mail NATIONAL TOILIT COMPANY. Parti. Tm 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- JI SiO anty\ /X 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!”