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LOVE comes, ns dreams do. without n 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
Kohold (which thing, a Kohold, is a shy and simple-souled elf with a liking
for 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 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.
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“I am sorry to Bay. sir. that I have a •'
warrant for your arrest in the matter of 1
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 ■
tn you here do >mi ”’ he asked "Better
let us go out and have a quiet talk over
h-and a drink if vou have any doubts
as to my bona tides ”
Rimington heuhated. The thing that
had cnme on him with hideous sudden
ness was. after all. nothing unexpected.
H* knew now that in the bark <>f hla
mind all alone it had loomed as inevitable
There was no shadow of doubt as to the
legality nf the man’s warrant Now that
he looked at him closely, he wondered
what had held h s eyes that he bad not
known this nan f« r what hr was the
moment he had brushed against him out
side the barrier
Stunned!
“Come and have a drink ” The detect
ice took advantage of Rimington’'- hrsi- •
tation to urge him gently toward the sta
tion exit. Likv* a man in a dream, Rim
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 whisky 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 got the
chance of cither 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 Police
Station" had been given, the reason re
curred to him as such trivialities will in
moments of tension a phrase read some
where and forgotten until that moment.
"Levity in a detective is not a good sign
for a prisoner."
He sat back 1n the cab. his eves fixed
on the ever-changing kaleidoscope of the
streets Praed street, the squalid crowds
•>f the Edgware road, seemed to pass him
b\ like things seen in a troubled dream
Then, by an association of ideas, the
sight of a half-obscured newspaper poster
c'.-tside a dingy shop stirred him to new
life,, and Rimington remembered that
poster which had attracted his attention
on Paddingion station, toward which he
had been making his wav when the de
tective accosted him He leaned forward
over the apron of the cab and watched
eagerlv 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 pla*e Did thi<«
mean -could it mean anv thing else but
‘ <o»ne carelessness on Charpentier's part”
In
He made a movement as though he |
wotfld have Jumped from the cab. and the
detective, with a vicious "Steady, there-
i I saj caught him none too gently by the
‘ arm
'Confound you!” Rimington was like a
man beside himself "I must have a |
;>aptr.” he cried, hnarselj You don’t
Anew w 1 at this means to me 1 tell you.
1 I must have a paper'
"<»h. you must, must you 1 ' There was |
;a eer’aln grimness in the detective's man
i»< » hen we get tn the station mis 1
ter if you <an control yourself till then ' ;
He drew Rimington back He was a i
i bad-tempered man. and it s*cmed to him j
■ ’hat *r m the first the prisoner s manner
i had be. n lacking in a proper respect f r ;
d.gnitj. 1
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 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 comes 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-stops
of her palace in the dawn and found Love w-ashed 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.
Rimington relapsed into silence, but his
heart was as heavy as lead when at last
the cab stopped, and he was. ushered into
the presence of the inspector on duty
•she endless procession of newspaper
placards had done their work, and a sense
of gloom had descended upon him. He
dpi 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 look of gratified vindictiveness,
as though the deceased money-lender had
been bis 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
ii’Klon waited, thinking his own thoughts.
The door was w de 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
so'.rited hylt 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 on*' thought that beat persistently
in hl heart was Betty and dread of the
mad. quixotic action to which the nows
of his arrest m’ght drive her
Hnw to silence Betty bow to silence
her!
Silence Needed.
He though of Paul Saxe He must get
intA communication with the financier— !
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could help Betty In this moment of her
necessity.
"Here —stand there!"
The grating voice of the Inspector as
he motioned hlni with a gesture towards
the little iron railed-ln Inclosure which
Klrnington had previously noticed roused
the young man from his thoughts. He
stepped obediently to 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 appeared to deal with some identity
quite apart from his own, Rimington
thought, as he watched the inspector ehter
them neatly In his book.
The entry concluded, the inspector rang
a bell, and a Jftiler 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 spoken.
Rimington went out and found himself tn
a long passage lined on one side with
cells.
Only when the door was unlocked and
Rimington entered the cell did the man
speak
'Make yourself ar ‘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.
‘T may as well make myself at home,”
jhe said, grimly, to himself While he
| waited in the charge-room he had come to
' i . vision be would not tnink. he would
not allow himself to think By sheer
i force of will he would prevent the fangs
I of horror from fastening themselves round
i his heart It was too soon Later, it
■ might not be possible to stem the flood
lof his thoughts but now he had every
thing to observe And. In the meantime,
the message he had been permitted to
| send to i’HUi Saxe was speeding on its
was I nless he was very greatly mis
taken. Saxe was not the man to deiat
i bis coming in sueh circumstances, and
' until he <ame If the worst come to the
worst I can make a plan and take an
I Inventor' of the ell ]' will come In
bands against the day I wish to write my
i prison reminiscences
I Hts DEJECTIONS.
1 The .ell was small, indeed, its small-
> 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 s
i 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
i denly. and. resting his head on his hands,
; stared out before him at the door w-ith
i weary eyes. It had been easy to say
that he would not think. It was another
i thing to control his thoughts They
■ rushed over him like a flood, overwhelm
ing him with bitterness and fear. A
: physical oppression descended upon hfAi.
as though the walls of the tiny place
were contracted, closing in upon 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.
Presntly he jumped, up. There was a
sound of 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 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
lute!' certain that those steps had pre
luded the coming of Paul Saxe'
But at that moment *aul Saxe was
otherwise employed. In tne quiet, pri
vate room in the big block of city offices
he was bending over a girl who re
garded him with the terrifled eyes of a
trapped woodland thing, and was repeat
ing in that silken voice of his
I shall require mv quid pro quo You
are not a child. Betty; you must know
what It Is
Continued Tomorrow.
J CASTOR IA
For Infanta and Children.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
Daysey Mayme and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. CARSIDE.'
LYSANDER JOHN APPLETON had
been invited to address the grad
uating class of the Paradise Vai- '
ley High school.
He cleared his tlwoat. 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.
• I
"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 Titanic, that great trag
edy of the sea would have been pre- 1
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. .; :i
"You have opened the nation’s secret
closets and pointed out the skeletons
there. Yoti 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 z
comprehension.
"You pity those of us who, judging :
from your lofty heights of ambition, i
have failed. My Dear Bunch of June
Hopes, my mission here tonight is to
tell you that we pity YOC.
“You are going out 'into the world’ '
not with the hope, but the INTEN
TION, of making it over.
"You, you think, will never grow dis-
ANTY\
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Anty Drudge Explains Why the Waist
Went into Holes.
Mrs. Don'ino—"! must have been cheated in that woolen
waist. It pulled right into holes in the washtub. ’’
Anty Drud(i^— l ‘Tou. 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 5
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 docs 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. 4
Let Fels-Naptha soap take the dirt out
of them in cool or lukewarm water witn
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.
“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 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 horns.
After she has put the crass 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 nr the essay
she wrote and which she thought would
go ringing abound 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, yeti
pity the world. I want you to know
the world pities you!”