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THE GEOBCtIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE "The Gates ol Silence’ « - ——— 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 Jv JWjjL ■ w rrCT SlrenflSheninfl Food For Summer Days X on need nourishing food these hot ciavs— food that gives strength and stamina —but you must not overtax the digestive organs with heavv meats. The ideal summer meal is a dish of delicious r I FAUST [foe SPAGHETTI . l s is a delightful dish that appeals to the ! ’f- r ging appetite of summer time. Tender and tastv. easilv digested and so full of whole some nourishment. Serve Faust Spaghetti to \our meat-wearv familv and save doctors' hills It is easih prepared and most econom ical. \\ rite for free hook of recipes. All grocers sell Faust Spaghetti —5c and 10c a package. MAULL BROS-, st. Louis Mo. If the Wishes of Sweethearts Came True (ft) pyright 1312, National News Association (ft) By Nell Brinkley 1 ; - - 1 a-, r } ■■■■ M- -gl e .w ' ? / \ . {Ja A. \ --a J J \ T. \- J •*? Vl> 'I?* 1 ' ( Z > A m/ -' GGf —~ 7 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. MRS, WILKES’ BLESSING Her Dearest Hopes Realized Health, Happiness and Baby. Plattsburg, Miss. "Lydia F. 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ISBifellW W Mm I Hearst s WBm /\ Magazine hHHf f \ ! At Afl News-stands 15 Cents L in® 11 - 1 11 1 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. THE COMB’S MORNINC, STORY You know ihr «tory ihr comb tells. It's n very discouragin'’ story, too. Dny by day, a few more strands are add ed. of hair that is turning grey, losing its vitality, its strength and its heal’h. Grey hair is ns unbecoming as old age. Natural pride should have its own say. You wish to look young and it is your DUTY to appear so. 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