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THE GEOROIAW’S magazine page “The Gates of Silence” By META SIMMINS, Author of “Hushed Up." TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. The hours passed She heard 3 strike. Then she must have dozed herself, for the chiming of 4 came to her as the clarion ,an alarm. She started up. If Levas „ur Intended to escape he should be moving. After 5 some one in the house mignt conceivably be astir. She looked down at him and wondered ho w to wake him, for a repugnance to touch him filled her. “Edmond!” She spoke his name soft !v and the man started up with a gasp ing sound and a look of fear in his eyes that was never to leave her. Then in an Install' he had recovered himself and nas on his feet loking at the clock. ■Good gracious, is that the time? Four o’clock" What the mischief did you let me sleep so long for?" “I did not know it was so late I must have slept myself. But this is the best time to make an attempt. It is too late for anyone in the household to have sat up. and to early for them to have risen.” Levasseur stretched himself luxurious ly. shaking himself like a dog. “The worthy Barrington, then, is a greater fool than I took him for,” he said ‘He never came back?” ■ No. There have been no sounds in the house.” My freedom for a smoke.” he said, with a yawn. He was turning over the things on her writing table and found her gold cigarette case. He held it up. “May I?” “Keep it? Oh, yes. And the money— won’t you want the money?” Levasseur smiled, but in his smile was a touch of shame. "I am afraid I shall,” he said; "but don’t»let me rob you.” “It Is not jobbing me,” she said, brief ly. She 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 them out. she stuffed them into a little 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 been used for your defense,” she said. "Don't ask me how I got it. Don’t blame me If it brings misfortune to you. But take it out of this house —If you only fling It away. The gold is my own. If I had more you should have it and wel come.” Lavasseur stuffed the case Into his breast pocket without looking at Its con tents. "You’re not a bad sort, Edith," he said, "not half a bad sort.” He laid his hand on her shoulder. "It’s to be adieu this time, my dear,” he said. "And I couldn't say why, but I'd like you to know that I'm a bit sorry for the past—that I recognize various rents In my moral ha biliments. But I am not a murderer.” He buttoned up his coat and Edith stealthily and cautiously turned the key In the door As she opened it, it made hardly a sign of sound; outside the still ness of sleep lay upon the house. She glanced up and down; everything was as usual. Not a sound; not a sight of any thing stirring, only the <xie distant light that burned always on the staircase. “Come,” she whispered. "Everything seems safe. Shall I come with you? Can you manage the front door?” He shook his head. "Don’t worry about the door. There hasn’t been a door con trived that I could not open from the tnstde. at any rate. If any one came upon us together, we should be lost. By myself I am equal to any questions that might be put to me,’’ The Trap, He held out his hand to her. "Well, good-bye.” he said. For an instant Edith Barrington hesitated, then she clasped the hand he held outstretched. The next mo ment he was gone, and she stood alone In the dimly lighted room. Levasseur crept slowly along the corri dor His footfall made practically no sound on the heavy carpet. On the dis tant staircase the faint glimmer of light f z\i ' ’X/i z "v!' Ml- Irli ■ ’ Strengthening Food For Summer Days ou need nourishing food these hot days— food that gives strength and stamina—but you must not overtax the digestive organs with heavy meats.. The ideal summer meal is a dish of delicious g] FAUST - SPAGHETTI L== is a delightful dish that appeals to the tagging appetite of summer time. Tender and tasty, easily digested and so full of whole some nourishment. Serve Faust Spaghetti to your meat-weary family and save doctors’ bills. It is easily prepared and most econom ical. Write for free book of recipes. All grocers sell Faust Spaghetti —5c and 10c a package. MAULL BROS., St. Louis Mo. If the Wishes of Sweethearts Came True . —J —A. ■ a _ _ ‘W/W / , A z -.zr \ z\zzzvWx ■ Zt t iz lg-' VZZ«Z Tls •£. M 7 'Lrv_ab’ e«• clzT \®Lf ? ' ~ r *. P Do You Think They'd Like It? brown jug and a loaf of bread, a friend to eat their salt and keep them from get- HERE'S an old, old wish. Lovers have wished it since Eve lost Paradise. ting rusty, a dog to keep them kind, and a boat to go to the mainland when the Haven’t you heard ’em? “If only just you and I were all alone on an island grows too small and they long for a roof garden and a summer show! If it island in the far South Sea.” They never wish for a tent and a knife and fork, a came true, that wish, just as they wished it, wouldn’t they be scared? burned, and he was grateful for It. for he dreaded a false step which would bring the house about his ears. As he reached the top of the staircase and descended, a figure, which for all these weary hours had kept unceasing vigil, rose and crept stealthily In his wake. Half way down the staircase was a broad landing which overlooked the hall. Levasseur paused and glanced over cau tiously, for the light was almost below him, a solitary electric torch held by a bronze dancing girl. 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 house at this unseasonable hour?” Levasseur started violently. The grip on his shoulder was like a vise, but with a dextrlous twist —a twist which sent his accoster reeling against the banis ter —he wrenched himself free and went rapidly down the stairs. The advantage of a minute was all he needed. Once 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 of a sudden swift, red-hot stab of pain be tween his shoulder-blades; a wall of blackness seemed to rise up against him; he struggled for breath against a flood of mawkish warmness. and, gasping, flung out his arms, staggered forward, and fell heavily, A very lifetime of thought flashed across the man in that second, and the dominant note of it all was that he was dying—dying like a rat in a trap by the hands of Edith's husband. The Ig nominy of it—the ignominy of it! Ha tred, black and cold, flooded over him— hatred of the fate which had played him so scurvy a trick —hatred of the woman whose life he had ruined, and. of the man who had been so swift to avenge what he conceived to be a stain upon his honor. Barringtort, running down, bent over the prostrate man and raised him. A horror of the thing he had done pos sessed him. It 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. "My God! What have I done?" he cried. "Murder.” gasped Levasseur —"foul, unwarrantable murder!" With feeble, groping hands he tore al the disguising beard. For the moment Barrington hardly noticed his action. He was bus.' rolling up some of the rugs that covered the parquet floor to make an improvised pillow under the wounded man’s head Having done so, he rushed to the gong and beat on It In a frenzied summons. As he went through the hall >me Instinct made him glance up, and there, peering over the banister, he saw his wife’s white face. The sight brought back his anger and jealousy with a rush. He held up a warning hand. "Go back!” he said, sternly. “Go back. This is no place for you." The man on the floor, dying as he was, smiled. He itm w without seeing to whom the warning was addressed. Contemptu ous hatred looked out of his eyes, domi nating even the pain in them, as Bar rington bent over him again And at the sight of his white face. An thony Barrington gave a startled cry. You!” he said. "Os all men, you!" The rrf&n on the floor laughed. (*(|) Copyright 1912. National News Association (JfJ) By Nell Brinkley “It s quits at last. Tony, isn’t it?” he said, faintly. "What were you doing in my wife's room?" Barrington asked. Levasseur’s Death. For all his jealous anguish, he was tilled with profound pity at the man’s condi tion. and would have made an effort to stem the hemorrhage, only Levasseur’s hands beat him feebly away Continued Tomorrow. MRS. WILKES’ BLESSING Her Dearest Hopes Realized* Health, Happiness and Baby. Plattsburg, Miss.—“ Lydia E. 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W Hearst’s Magazine \ At All News-stands 15 Cents Advice to the ' Lovelorn By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. TRY TO FORGET HIM. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am deeply in lßve with a young man, and we had a quarrel quite some time ago, and he Is never the same. He seems to pay more attention to another young lady. HEARBROKEN BLOND. I am sorry, my dear, if you love this man, for it really looks as if he cares for you no more. Just make up your mind to forget him, and the easiest wa» to do that is by taking interest in a> other. Don’t admit to yourself for moment that your heart is broken; it am sure it isn’t. HE DOESN’T LOVE YOU. Dear Miss Fairfax: I am eighteen and am keeping company with a young man four vest’s my senior. He tells of his love for me often, but very seldom takes me out, although he goes out often. FLORENCE. Love expresses itself in other ways than words. If his love is genuine he will exert himself to entertain you. 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