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THE GEOBCtIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
"The Gates ol
Silence’
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By meta simmins.
Author of "Hushed Up."
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Th* hours passed She heard 3 strike
-,. e ., = he must have dozed herself, for the
me of came tn her as the clarion
, f ,n alarm. She started up If Uevgs
„ mended to escape he should b»
ravine Vter 5 some one In the house
p ghi conceivabb be astir.
.G looked down at him and wondered
~n to wake him. for a repugnance to
mirh hm> filled her.
Edmond"' She spoke his name soft
, and the man started up with a gasp
ng . .-ind and a look of fear in his eyes
hat nas never to leave her. Then in an
netan' he had recovered himself and
, , on his feet, loking at the clock,
,".ood gracious, is that the time? Four
. r i pr k" What the mischief did you let
, =leep so long for?"
I ,p r ] not know it was so late r must
slept myself. But this is the best
dme to make an attempt It is too late
tor an' one in rhe household to have sat
jp,-and to early for them to have risen."
asseur stretched himself luxuriotts
.. -hakme himself like a dog.
■The worthy Barrington, then, is a
greater fool than I took him for." he
.qiri He never came hack?"
\o There have been no sounds in the
house.’
jt, freedom for a smoke," he said,
rth a yawn He was turning over the
things on her writing table and found
h*r g.>ld cigarette case. He held ft up.
Mat I""
Knep it' Oh. yes. And the money -
wont you want the money'.’"
l.ovasseur smiled, but in his smile was
a touch of shame "1 am afraid I shall,"
|, P said; "but don't let me rob you.”
It i- not robbing me." she said, brief
i, gpo went into her bed room and took
out her dressing case, feeling with trem
bling fingers for the secret compartment
where the notes that had come to her
marked "hush money" were hidden Tak
ing 'hem out. she stuffed them into a
litdP leather case, adding two or three
pounds in gold out of her own purse.
The "Hush Money."
There is the money that was to have
teen used for your defense." she said
"Pon t ask me how I got it. Pon t hlame
tne if it brings misfortune to you Rut
take ’t opt of this house if you onh
*>£ it away The gold is my own. If
I had more you should have it and wel
ftirrip
1.3\ qsspur stuffed ih a rasp inin his;
breast racket without Innkinc at its con
tent g
A re not a had sort. Edith." he
S 3--;, rnt half a bad sort ' He laid his
hand on her shoulder "It’s to be adieu
this ti'no. my dear.” he said "And J
rn’iidn t sa> why, hut I’d like you tn know
thqt I'm a bit sorry for the past that I
re('?Dize various rents in my moral ha-
'mien’s Rut J am n*M a murderer.
Fie buttoned tip’his coat and Edith
sfpaitbiH and cautiously turned the key
tn the door As she opened it. it made
br ,-h sign of sound: outside the still
n e = ~ .f lay upon the house She
up and down: everything was
’■ -ua' Not a sound; not a sight nf an v
thins =tirring, only the distant light
that burned always <»n the staircase
t’nnie ah P whispered "Everything
cerm- Shall I onnie with yen ' ‘'an
' - manage th* 5 front door° ‘
Up chn.ii. hjs head. 'Don't worry about
the door There hasn't been a door con
♦ ri’c.i that | could not open from the
<n c id c . a» an\ rate. If any one came
’iron together, wo should he Inst. Ry
>y - Q >f i ,ni equal tn any questions that
rr £h t be ptj f tn jpg "
The Trap
i-’e Held out bis hand tn her "Well,
e- .bv c Lp ?a id For an instant Edith
BA-'ins’on hes'tated, then she Hasped the
hs’-'m ;>c. held outstretched. The next nit»-
nic’ • he xvas gone, and she stood alone
in - '.c d-mh lighted room.
E ev a crept slow|\ along the corri
dor H’s footfall made practically no
>• m, r»n tho heaw carpet On the dis
tj-i- --sufH-p the faint glimmer «'f light
li
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If the Wishes of Sweethearts Came True (ft) pyright 1312, National News Association (ft) By Nell Brinkley
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Do You Think They’d Like It?
HER ES an old. "Id wish. Lovers have wished i* since Eve lost Paradiso.
Haven’l you hoard 'em ’ “If only just you anti I were all alone on an
island in the far South Sea. They never wish for a tent and a knife and fork, a
burned, anti he was grateful for it. for I
lip dreaded a false stpp which vx <ujld
bring th* house about his ears
As bp reached the top nf the staircase
and descended, a figure, which for all I
these weary hours had kept unceasing I
vigil, rose and crept stealthily in his I
wake.
Half way down the staircase was a
broad landina which overlooked the hall.
Levasseur paused and glanced over cau
tiously. for thp light was almost helovv
him. a solitary electric torch held by a
bronze dancing girl. At that moment, as
he slackened his going, a hand descended
heavily on his shoulder and a suave voice
demanded. “May I ask what you are
doing in my hot is* at this unseasonable
hour?"*
Levasseur started violently Th* grip
on bis shoulder was like a vise. b'i f with
a dextrious twist a twist which sent ■
his a<coster reeling against th* banis
ter he wrenched himself free and went ;
rapidly down the stairs. Th* advantage
of a minute was all he needed. < »n<c at
the front door. safety was in his grasp.
As she reached the last step the sharp
crack of a revolver rang loudly through
the house. Levasseur was conscious nf
a sudden swift, red-hot stab of pain be
tween his shoulder-blades: a wall of
blackness seemed to rise up against him;
h* struggled for breath against a flood
of mawkish warmness. and. gasping,
flunc out his arms. Staoqered forward,
and fell heavily.
\ \prx lifetime of thought flashed
Hrpo-9 th* man in that serond. and th* ;
dominant note of It all was that he tva-i
dying dying like a rat in a trap hx the
hands of Ediths husband The ig
nominy of it the ignominy of It' Ha
tred. black and cold, flooded over him
hatred of th* fat<> which had played him
so scurvy a trick hatred of the woman
whose hfe he hail ruined, and. of the man
who had been so swift to avenge what
he conceived to be a stain upon his honor
Harr»ngt<»n. running down, bent over
the prostrate man and raised him
x horror of th* thing h * had done po
messed him Tt seemed to him that the
baptism of the blood that gushed from
the wounded man’s mouth had cleansed
all his suspicion and Jealousy from him
\| v f ;o<i ’ Wha» have | dnne hr '
r ried
' Murder. gasped Levasseur foul,
nnwarratotabl* murder
With feeble, groping hands he tore at ;
Hip disguising heard. For the moment j
Harrington hard!' nothed his action H*
xx a ■ Imi.-o tolling up some of the rug
that covered the parquet floor to make an
improvised pillow unde l ' ’be wound*d !
man’s head Having done so, h* rushed
tn th* gong and beat on it in a frenzied i
summons \s he went through the ball >
-.om* instinct made him glance up. and
there, peering over :he haniß’*r. he «aw j
bis wife’s white face
Th* eight brought bark his ang*’ and |
jealous' with a rush He held up • <
naming hand
Go back ’ he said, sternb "Go ba» k .
This I? no place for vou.’
The man on th* floor, dying a® he was |
-miled he t<n.*w without seeing tn wnor.t j
the warning was addressed Contemptu- !
ous hatred looked nut of his eyes, domt- ’
nating even the pain tn them, a® Bar- '
rington bent over him again
Xrd at the sight of his white fa**. 'n
th.nny Barrington gave a startled < rx
You b* said ’Of all men. von:
1 The man on the floor laughed.
brown jug and a loaf of bread, a friend Io eat their salt ami keep them from get
tings rusty, a loy to keep them kind, ami a boat io <jo to Ihe mainland when th
island grows too small ami they long for a roof garden and a summer show ' If i
came true, that wish, just as they wished it. wouldn't they be scared .’
"it’s quits at Ipst. Tony, isn’t it?" h*
-aid, faintly
' What xv*r* you doing m mv wife's
rocm?’ Rarrington a hod
Levasseur’s
Fur all his j*-ih»u. : anguish. h« was filled
with profound pity at the man’s enndi
tiop. and wnuld ha\* made an effort tn
stem th* hemorrhage only Levasseur’s
band- heat him feebly awa*
Continued Tomorrow.
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
TRY TO FORGET HIM.
Dear Mis-s Fairfax.
1 im decplx in love with a young
man. and we had a quarrel quite ! onu
time ago. and ho is never the same. He
seems io pay more attention to another
\ niing ladv.
HEAR BROKEN BLOND.
1 am sorry, my dear, if you love thi*
Iman, for ii reall.' looks as if he cares
|fm you no more. Just make up your
mind to forget him. and the easiest way
i t<■» do that is by taking interest in an
i other. Don't admit to yourself for a
: moment that your heart is broken; I
; a m sure it isn't.
HE DOESN'T LOVE YOU.
Dear Miss Fairfax
I am eighteen and am keepin?
tempany with a young man four
yeat < my s. nior He tells of his
love for me often, but very seldom
takes me out, although h* goes out
often. FLOREN't’E
l.ove expresses itself in other w#v»
than words. If his love is genuine he
win cx'rt himself to entertain you. Th*
fa't that he goes nut often, and neve:
takes you. indicates that at least h»
l< not proud of your friendship Don'
think of his kind of a man a seconc
time.
THROW HIM OVER FIRST.
Dea: Miss Fairfax:
I have been going with a young
man for almost a yeai and have
had quarrels and made up again.
Hi told me that he loved me and
went so far as to ask my parents’
consent to an engagement. The
same evening ho said. "I am going
:o throw vou over; I do not love
you." ANXIOUS.
I am sui prised that you hesitate, or
give him a second thought. "Throw
him over" first, and never take him
back ig.iiri. Ho i= a ,-ad and not worth
any woman's love.
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