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THE QEO ROHAN’S MAGAZINE, PAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
STORY OF LOVE. MYSTERY AND HATE. WITH A THRILLING POR
TRAYAL OF LIFE BEHIND PRISON BARS.
By META SIMMINS,
Author of “Hushed Up.”
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
As they rofee from the table, however,
yrs Barrington's fear underwent re
vlval. It was their custom to spend the
after-dinner hours in the studio, where
Barrington often sketched in some of the
rough studies for his pictures as he
smoked, and Edith sang or played to him.
Tonight, to her chagrined surprise, he
gave the order to |he butler to serve
coffee in the boudoir.
Edith ventured a protest. “Oh, Tony—
wtl‘, not the studio? I hate that room of
mine at night.”
And 1 think it charmingly cozy,” he
said, taking her arm. "Besides. I want
vnu 'to pla v for me. and Gilbertson tells
me that your piano has been tuned, while,
as you know 7 , the studio piano Is abom
mahly out of tune. Had 1 known ’the man
vas coming today I would have had it
seen to.
Edith for a moment was rendered
cneerhless This remark, so seemingly
Innocent, was like a bolt from the blue.
Like a woman in a dream, she w’ent be
fore her husband into the boudoir, and
Anthony Barrington, as he turned away
from her to shut the door, smiled to him
self a strange, bitter smile.
On the Staircase,
The gilt hands of the French clock on
the mantelpiece met beneath the smiling
face of the cupids and a chime rang out
and mingled with the sound of music.
Mrs Barrington dropped her hands with
a discordant crash on the keys.
"Tony, it's 12 o'clock! I can play no
more "
She looked across at him with dazed
eves
Anthony Barrington rose from his seat
by the Are and went across to the piano,
at which he had kept his wife a prisoner
during the evening
"T am afraid I've been a selfish brute.
Edith." he said, "but it's been a delight
ful evening." She stood up and laid her
hand on his arm: his own closed over it.
"I haven't had such a laze for months,
and now -I must get to work."
To work!" she asked, wonderingly.
Barrington nodded. "Just letters. Then
Illgo to bed. My dear. I hope you will
not sit up leading, or any such non
sense "
I won't, indeed." she answered, with
weary emphasis. "I am half asleep al
ready. Good night. Tony, boy.”
“Good night." Barrington drew her
into his arms and kissed her. Then,
without any further conversation, he left
the room
Edith followed him to the door and
watched him down the corridor. But he
did not look around Then, with a breath
of relief, she wont back into the room
and locked .the door. With swift, un
steady steps she passed into the bed room
and locked that door also. I'nless her
husband returned unexpectedly, she know
herself free from interruption, for she had
declined the offices of any temporary
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Who Hasn’t Tried the New
Way of Washing.
4n.ii/ Drudge —“ You poor unfortunate victim of the old
time washday habit ’ Why won’t you wash in the
Tele-Naptha way, and strike off the chains that bind
you to the steaming washhoiler and the all-day hard
rub-rub on the washboard ?”
If you really believed what we say
*bout Pels-Naptha you would use it,
wouldn’t you ?
But you think that it's too easy —
impossible.
Many men are wealthy to-day be
cause the majority thought the same
thing about the telephone.
To you boiling seems necessary to
thorough cleansing.
Wkh soaps oi the old sort it is.
The clothes must be boiled in order
to get the dirt out by rubbing.
Incidentally much of it gets rubbed
in.
Fels-Naptha separates the dirt from
the fabric in cool or lukewarm water.
Once separated it is easily rinsed
away.
But you must remember that
Fek-Naptha is made to be used in cool or
lukewarm water, summer or winter.
Get Fels-Naptha to-day and follow
directions on red and green wrapper.
maid At any rate, she could satisfy her
self as to Levasseur's condition and offer
him the provisions of wine and biscuits
that was made nightly for her comfort.
She tapped at the door of the man’s hid
ing place
"Edmond, are you there? Open the
dobr!"
Almost Exhausted.
"A shadow of myself is here,” came the
answer, as Levasseur turned the key
and came out. He looked around the room
wolfishly, then darted toward the tray by
Edith s bed, where the wdne and bis
cuits were.
"I am starving." he said
“Don't speak so loud.” whispered Edith.
"My husband may return at any tno
mertt."
Levasseur turned to her. his mouth
w’orking, a mocking light In his eyes.
"By Jove!" he mumbled, with his mouth
full. "I was uncomfortable in that cup
board. my dear Edith, but I’d undergo
it all again to hear what I heard to
day."
Edith's face flushed a dull red. and evi
dently something of shame touched the
man who w'atched her, for he spoke not
unkindly.
"Well, there —there! You had a pretty
rough time —I'm sorry. I’ll go Into the
other room and stretch my limbs a bit.
When the house is quiet I’m going to
sneak out. If 1 were you I'd let my hair
down or something, and put on a dressing
gown. It would look better should the
worthy Barrington return."
He went out of the bed room and
closed the door behind him.
Mrs. Barrington sat down. She was too
exhausted to follow’ out the suggestion
the man had made. For the moment she
could not even think. She was simply a
creature of aching limbs, oppressed by an
immense weight of weariness, her mental
vision blocked by a great black w’all of
fear.
Presently, however, mechanically she
commenced to strip off her jewels. About
a half hr\iir afterward, alarmed by the
absolute silence in the next room, she
went tn.
The room was in darkness. With trem
ulous fingers she groped for the switch,
her eyes searching the room anxiously
for the man. She saw where he had flung
himself, full length, on the lounge which
flanked the fire, and fear stirred in her
heart lest, perhaps, he might have killed
himself and be a body of death from
which there was no deliverance. But the
man was not dead—he was asleep. The
shaded light showed his upturned face
as peaceful as a child's.
With a swift shudder z>f remembrance.
Mrs. Barrington turned away.
It only about 1:30. too early for him
to attempt to escape. Let him have his
sleep out. She sat down beside him to
watch, as a shipwrecked traveler might
w’afch by a corpse he could not bury for
sheer fear lest the birds of prey should
tear it In pieces before his eyes.
Continued Tomorrow.
By OLIVETTE.
THIS is a new autumn model, the
slip-over dress which has neith
er buttons not button holes, nor
hooks nor eyes, nor clasps nor buckles.
The dress is made of one piece with a
girdle or sash effect, very low down
near the knees, like the dress of a very
small child.
It is Monsieur Paul Polret’s idea of
a practical fall costume.
Every time Poiret gets out a new
costume he bids the fashion world
Stop! Look! Listen! For he has i
weird and wonderful imagination, and
his marvelous creations are usually
more adapted to the beauties of the
Arabian 'Nights than to our every-da l
public.
Poiret. w’ho is one of the leading
French dressmakers, inhabits a level.'
house in Paris, with a wonderful and
exotic looking garden. The house looks
like a very elaborate setting for the
first act of a comic opera, and the
fc*autiful young women who act as
•fashion models in the Poiret establish
ment are the picked beauties of the
manikin world.
The fashion season really begins in
F’aris w'hen Poiret opens his salon'
for the promenade of the manikins,
and no empress, stage or real, ever
trailed down marble steps ovei soft
and rich carpets with more utter dis
regard to the sumptuous clothes she
eras wearing than do the gorgeous
'creatures who show off Poiret's fall
and spring fashions
A Regal Sight
They usually enter one by one.
sweeping In regally, wearing priceless
fur coafs over some new creation in
evening gowns. The audience sits in
hushed and awe-stricken circle. The
manikin never deigns to took at the
humble figures of admiring women
usually from America.
She brushes past them, like an out
raged empress, and only when ladies
from distant cities flutter the leaves of
their check books, or carelessly drop a
big letter of credit at her feet will the
manikin pause and let them admire
the gown or wrap for a few short and
blissful moments.
Having completed the promenade of
the salons, the beautiful model goes
back to rhe head of the imposing stair
way. and. as if too tired to bear the
burden of her costly fut, she lets the
cloak fall upon the floor and goes forth
to repeat her walk in the costume worn
beneath it.
With the same magnificent disregard
for the value of these priceless man
tles each beautiful girl throws off her
wiap and the pile at the foot of the
stairs becomes a. mound of satin, sable
and ermine. Fifty thousand dollar?
lay in a heap on the floor when I last
saw the promenade of rhe models.
It was an impressive sight, for the
customers who had hesitated to order
w hile the furs were still on the shoul
ders of the proud manikins swooped
down upon the pile, and soon every
coat and wrap had found- its buyer
An American.
it was Paul Poiret whose admiration
for the Russian ballet with its vivid
Oriental coloring swung last year’s
fashions to .the extreme of gorgeous
Oriental luxury and riotous color.
There is legend to the fact that Mr.
Poire! is an American. At all events,
he is a shrewd business man. who hides
good, sound business sense behind a
brown beard and an inscrutable pair
of eyes.
Poiret realizes that this Is to be a
season where the practical idea will
prevail over the fantastic.
Efficiency is the great word of the
day among womenkind. Not that we
have all become efficient, but it's a
great thing to talk about, so the new
Poiret model boasts of all those inno
vations which the efficient modern
woman eonsidr>-s necessary.
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * By Beatrice Fairfax
WHERE IS YOUR PRIDE?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am nineteen and deeply in
love with a. young man one year my
senior. He also declared his love
for me until three weeks ago. when
he took me to a ball and danced
with other girls and I was obliged
to come home with his brother. He
has treated me very coldly since,
and the other evening I went to the
theater with his brother and since
then he has not even spoken to me.
and T am nearly heartbroken.
MARY.
Just make up your mind that your
heart is not broken, that when It
breaks it will be for some manly man
who is worth while
You can not do anything but try to
forget this man You certainly are
laying up trouble for yourself if you
go on loving him Will you try to re
member that, my dear?
THE GIRL IS RIGHT.
Dear Mias Fairfax.
I am a young man and In love*
with a girl about my age. 1 am not
as yet in a position to ask for her
hand. She persists in going out
with other young men. As lam of
a very Jealous nature, it makes me
very angry. I have asked her not
to go with other young men. hut
she replies that I have no right to
ask this of her. Y. O. L. D.
The girl is right. If you love her,
ask her to marry you. An engagement
will give you the privilege of treating
her like the jealous tyrant I think you
are. But if she should write me, and
describe you as you have described
yourself, I would urge her to refuse you.
What Dame Fashion Is Offering
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PRETTY AND SENSIBLE.
This practical dress requires no cor
set. There's been a ban on corsets for
some time.
It has neither hooks nor eyes, nor
anything that can come undone or un
tied. It is made like a tnidd' blouse,
with kimono sleeves, slit at the side to
show an undersleeve of soft chiffon.
The frock itself Is of changeable satin,
in blues, blacks and greens, with braid
BY TRYING ANOTHER PLAN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am fifteen and in love with a
young man of seventeen. I have
written him. but have received no
answer. How can 1 gain his love?
LI LUA N.
Don't try to force his love, If he Ig
nores you. you must ignore him. You
made a mistake by writing to him. a
mistake I hope you will not repeal. A
girl always stands a better cham e of
winning a man if her attitude is one of
indifference.
THE FICKLENESS OF MAN
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am desperately in love with a
young girl and we go io the moving
picture shows quite regular!' I
think she knows ho" much I lore
her. but I do not think she loves
me. although she never said so.
Would you advise me to ask her if
she loves me or find another girl"
C. P.
It you loved her as desperate!) as
you claim, you would not dream of
"finding another girl." The only way
to learn if she loves you is to ask her
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it ought to make an excellent dress
for the woman with a slim figure or a
good lounging robe, or house gown for
the matron who disdains corsets in the
house. Al all events, it shows an in
teresting innovation and can he
adapted in man.' ways for the autumn
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Ami don't lose any time about it. either..
Ami don't. 1 insist, expect any nice girl
to tell a man she loves him until he has
asked her Io ma try him.
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Always Too Young to Boast
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
T OVE is exactly like war in this—
[ that a soldier, though he has
escaped three weeks complete
on Saturday night, may. nevertheless,
be shot through his heart on Sunday
morning.”—Lawrenee Sterne.
IT is not an uncommon thing for
those on whom Cupid has spent no
arrows to boast that they are In
vulnerable.
They are always too young to make
that boast. Too young when the years
have bowed their shoulders and pow
dered their heads.
It is no distinction to have escaped.
To be incapable of emotion is so sim
ilar to a mummy existence that those
who have reached years of maturity
and have never been "shot through the
heart” have reason to be alarmed about
t hemselves.
There is something lacking—sympa -
thy. tenderness, charity, tolerance, hope,
faith or the power to dream.
Nothing to Boast Os.
Such a one should not boast. It is
rather a matter to be regretted and
remedied It indicates a sickness of the
most sacred of the emotions.
It indicates a lack of ability to love;
a coldness that makes love turn away.
Neither is it to one's credit to have
loved only once.
The heart doesn't die with humilia
tion at its first mistake. Il lives to
make another, and another, and that
which is sometimes regarded as a
"mistake" turns out to be the most
beneficial and m-iedful of experiences.
The mistake lies in carefully cover-
WARNING TO USERS OF SO-CALLED
SUPERFLUOUS HAIR
Every woman must realize that even
when a soft fuzz is removed by these
so-called superfluous hair . "cures."
which stimulate the growth after each
removal, that it will only be a question
of time before »she will have to resort
to the use of the razor, because even
tually the hair will become so coarse
that no preparation wdll be strong
enough to remove it without ruining
the skin.
Why take the risk of disfigurement
by using these unknown arid uncertain
means for removing superfluous hair,
when there Is such a safe method as
DeMiracle—the one perfected. non
polsonous and harmless depilatory’ that
dissolves hair, thereby taking the vi
tality out of It. consequently retarding
and preventing an increased growth?
Don't be deceived by the imitator and
Impostor who resorts •to copying cer
tain phrases of the DeMiracle adver
tising to inveigle you" into using a
worthless, poisonous concoction, the
rontinued use of which will produce
eczema or other serious skin diseases.
When a faker tries to deceive and
delude you by alluring and impossible
claims, tell him that DeMiracle Chem
ical Company will forfeit Five Thou
sand Dollars if It can be proven that
any so-called superfluous hair “cure"
ever eradicated one single growth of
superfluous hair. Insist on proof when
a claim Is made that such a prepara
tion Is "Indorsed by the medical pro
fession.”
To substantiate our claim that De-
Mlrarle Is the only depilatory that has
«ne or only a big JK
high vacation in Aa||
me as you. please, JPJ;:
:njov,add to your IhJmH
your worries.
i a vacation is be-
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/ / of pleasant traveling if you go via the
Frisco Short Cut to Colorado
Th. Kansas City-Florid* Special ia equipped Jor the contort and convenience of
Colorado vacationist*.
B Jacksonville, Atlanta, Birmingham and
orado without change. Modern electric
dining cars.
>tny. Railroad fare, are very low. Hotel
unable. Send tor heauttful hook on Onto* *
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ing one's heart with frost, and then
making the boast tFrat it is invulner- '
able.
There never was a heart so fortified. |
so watched, so guarded and so closely '
sentineled that there was not some |
opening by which love could enter if he ’
chose.
Sympathy, pity, pride, vanity, hope, |
who can say whlr-h one will point to a
weakness in the fortress?
There is some mode of entry Into the
hardest heart. If there were not. this’
would be a dreary place in which to
live. •
So don't boast that Time has left you
heart whole. Rather regret it, anti 1
remedy it whil<* the remedy still lies in
your hands.
Do You Know— i
New Zealand honey, exceeding IdO.OOD
pounds in weight, has been imported
into Great Britain during the past fls-'
cal year.
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Canada's mineral products in one
year ha ve increased in value by no less
thiin $15,000,0011.
Murder by poisoning in Europe was
at one time punishable by boiling io
death.
Nearly one-half of the people of
Denmark live exclusively by agricul
ture.
ever been indorsed by reputable physi
clans, surgeons, dermatologists. medi-<
cal journals, prominent magazines and
newspapers, we will send copies of the
testimonials on request.
The mere fact that fake-dangerous
preparations are short-lived should
alone be sufficient warning to avoid the
use of any depilatory but that of proven
merit. DeMiracle has stood the test
of time. It was the largest selling de
pilatory ten years ago and more of it
has been sold each year since than the
combined sales of the nostrums.
All reliable dealers sell and recom
mend DeMiracle, knowing It to be the
best and safest depilatory. Some un
principled ones will tell you they can
not procure it so that they may more
easily influence you to purchase their
own or possibly some other dangerous,
worthless substitute under another la
bel for a few cents more profit. To
protect you from Just such imposition.,
if your dealer will not supply you. mail ;
us SI.OO and we will send you. all
charges paid, in plain, sealed wrapper,
a SI.OO bottle of DeMiracle, and we will
make you a present of a full-size Jar of
DeMiracle Cream. If you care to. give
us the name of the dealer who tries to
sell you a "Just as good" imitation or
substitute.
Write for fr»e booklet, which will ba
mailed sealed in plajjt envelone. De
Miracle Chemical Company, Dept. IS,
Park Ave.. 129th and 130th Sts, New
York. You can always procure De-
Miracle without argument in Atlanta
from Chamberlin-Johnson-Dußose?
