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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. t “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 •footed l/cu'idi/! Get the Original and Genuine HORLICKS MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages, For Infants, Invalids,and Growing children. PureNutntion, up building the whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no substitute. ArkforHORLICK’S. Hot in Any MUk 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 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— ! Beautiiy the Complexion IN TEN DAYS / jgdL\ Nadinola CREAM t \ The linequiled Beauttflcr f USED ANO ENDORSED BV ; MMmA thousands I Guaranteed to remove I ’ ,an * freckles, pimples, ' liver-spots, etc. Extreme cases twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of imputities. ; Leaves the skin clear, soft, healthy. j1 wo sizes, 50c. and SI.OO By toilet ,'ounters or mai l 1 n a noNAt Twurr co.wpaaw. r*m. he was the one person In the world who 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\ [V/y DRUDGE \ \ i ’r A 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!”