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“The Gates of Silence”
Ry .Vf7<? Sun nuns, Author of “Hushed Up
TODAYS INSTALLMENT.
“Your wife. Tony” Well, tha' « good!”
The exciamatian «as redolent of Irony. In
spite of the effort with which it was de
livered. Barrington s hands clenched nt
the words, as though to keep themselves
from doing further damage to this vic
tim of his violence
"What do you know of my wife”
"More than you do. perhaps ' The
words came at long intervals, punctuated
with distressing, agonizing gasps T
ought to. considering
Levasseurs eyes closed The word was
becoming very dark Even malice seemed
hardly able to sustain his strength, and
the victim of his revenge began to re
cede far. far aw at
“Considering—”
“ —That I knew her first”’
The heavy lids opened and the glazing
eyes looked eagerly up at the man bend
ing over him "She was my wife!”
"Your wife”” Barrington cried, hoarse
ly.
"Yes or thought she was,” came the .
labored answer
For a moment Anthony Barrington
Btared at the dying man in speechless ’
horror This revelation was so Infinitely
more terrible than anything his worst
•usplcims had ever Raped to He turned
on the man with a hitter laugh
"You He!" he cried "You Infernal
•eoundrei, you- He!"
In his madness and pain, it Is hard to
eay what he might have done at that
moment had not some of the servants,
roused by that frenzied twating on the
gong, come hurrying across the hall
■With a sudden miraculous effort. Ed
mond raised himself on his el
bow
"Edith!” he gasped, hideously Ed "
And dropped back dead
The spirit had been willing, but the
flash too weak to carry out his vengeance
to the full.
Only one person in that group under
stood, and that was Edith Barrington s
busband.
The Truth at Last.
The Inspector looked at Barrington
coolly
"It's a strange ending to a strange
•tory. sir.' he said, “if it is the ending
But one never knows "
"One never knows,” repeated Barring
ton, mechanically
Although throughout this interview with
the detective-inspector in charge of the
Fltzstetphen case who had been sum
moned hurriedly at bls own desire he
had acted like the cool, level-headed man
of affairs he was. Barrington's thoughts
had been far away from the library, had
been all the time upstairs with the. white
faced. terrified, guilty woman who, heaven
help him, was his wife
"It's an extraordinary- thing why he
should have come here of all places in
London,” constlnued tha officer "Extraor
dinary’ But then, the whole case is ex
traordinary "
His shrewd eyes rested for a moment
on the artist's face, it certainly was more
than extraordinary that this escaped
criminal, who had evaded the vigilance
of the London police for so many days,
should have been run to earth in this
house of all houses, the detective was not
ignorant of the relationship existing be
tween Mrs Barrington's sister and the
man at present under arrest for the mur
der of the money lender in Tempest
street
“When a man's hunted he hasn't got
the instinct of the lower animals; he
does Idiotic things.” he said
'Yes,” repeated Barrington
"There's not much more to be done to
night, or rather, this morning, sir 1 don't
think I’d better keep you any longer ”
The inspector paused, as if expecting
comment, then, hearing none, moved to
ward the door Barring-ton, with the in
stinct of ingrained courtesy, moved with
him toward it. holding it open for him
to pass out. returning the man's "Good
morning' with a similar greeting
Terrible Thoughts.
The door closed behind the police of
fleer and Barrington was alone He went
across the room and «at down by his writ
Ing table, resting bls head on his hand,
trying to think, end the thought that
filled his mind was- not the fact that he
had killed a man. not so much as a fleet
ing thought to any danger he might run
through his committal of an act of mad
justice, but one thought only that Edith,
hie wife, was a dishonored woman! A
cheat! A creature whose every action for
the years as his wife had been a He.
The thought racked him with a fierce
pain He groaned at the degradation of
it In his ears rang an echo of the dy
ing mans death rattle, before his eyes
danced a vision of his terrible mocking
smile, and the vision seemed so awful that
only death could blot out the remembrance
of ft.
He got up: Inaction was not possible
He felt that he could never be still again
while he lived tha’ only one thing re
mained for him death, after he had
choked life from the lying -woman up
stairs. Death' He came to a sudden
pause at the thought of bls child, a
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thought so insupportable, that a dew of
pain started out upon his brow His
child' What future lay before it? A flood
of other thoughts so black and terrible
that he hardly formulated them even to
himself swept over him With a bitter
cry he rushed from the room.
A Physical Fear.
Outside the door, however, he paused.
To reach the place where his wife was
he must pass the room where the thing
that had once been a man lay Actual
physical fear laid its cold hand on him.
With an effort like that of a child com
pelled to pass through an empty room
he made a dash for the stairs and reached
him wife's apartment.
The sitting room door stood ajar; the
bed room door was locked. He knocked
loudly upon It.
There was an instant’s hesitation, the
faintest whisper of voices, and It was
opened to him tn the housekeeper, het
face wet with tears.
"I don't think you should come in. sir,”
she said. ".Mrs Barrington is nol well '
Barrington looked at her with wild eyes
| Was she in the plot to hoodwink him too?
"I can not help that,” he said, roughly.
The woman fell back a little, cowed by
his manner, for. In spite of his popularity
In his household, Anthony Barrington was
a man who was feared by his servants.
"The doctor said my lady was not to be
excited,” she continued, with a certain
doggedness.
"Am I likely to excite Mrs. Barrington?”
Anthony demanded, angrily. "Go down
stairs; I wish to speak privately to your
mistress "
The woman went with some unwilling
ness. and Barrington entered the bedroom
and locked the door He said nothing,
but stood there with his back against
the door which he had locked, and looked
across the room at the woman who, at
the first sound of his voice, had sprung
up from the couch where she had flung
herself one look at her husband's face
told her that the end had come, that the
blow had fallen at last as she had always
known it must, and with the knowledge
all the nervous trembling, the agonizing
suppense and tension, related She faced
him like a woman of stone; she would
not fight, deny, nr lie. she placed herself
in the hands <>f Fate and waited.
FACE TO FACE.
Still Barrington did nni speak. but
looked at her grimly. The feeling crept
In upon her that her very life depended
on her returning that look
"What have you to say for yourself?”
be asked at last. "Why should not I kill
you as you stand there—send you to Join
your lover?"
His voice broke the spell which bound
her
"Tony, what do you mean? Don't stand
staring at me with those hard eyes, or 1
shall go mad! Am I so little to you that
you should condemn me. unheard?"
"You have been so much to me in tha
past." he cried, "that it Is only the
thought of my son that keeps me power
less ho fp nty son?”
"Tom!" Edith Barrington made a few
unsteady steps toward him. then fell
back, quelled by the contempt, the ha
tred. in his face For one supreme in
stant physical fear dominated her men
tai anguish, and she dreaded that she
war alone with a madman Then she
told herself that on her calmness de
pended her safety, and forced herself to
look at him steadfastly “You have no
right to ask me such a question,” she
.-aid with quiet dignity.
"No right?” The man laughed, such a
hideous; travesty of mirth that It chilled
her blood.
"Oh, I deserve all the blame and scorn
you can cast .upon me," she cried, "for I
have been a coward, but not a bad wom
an. Tony not in intention faithful to
you and loving ah, heaven knows how
loving'"
"Bad!" he ejaculated, with a sneer
‘What do you call a woman who per
lures herself at the altar, whose every
down sitting and uprising for tears was
i lie "
Tony, at any rate, whatever has hap
pened, you <-an not forget that 1 am your
wife you can not repudiate me For lit
tie Phil's sake”
"I am not so sure of that." Barrington
said "not so sure first that you are my
wife Who were you what were you
when you married me?"
He looked at her keenly, more natural
ly, as It seemed, and with a little cry
Edith stretched out her bands to him.
"I believed that I was a widow when
1 married you,” she. said
"A widow?” Again he laughed, harsh
iy and unmusically, and there was such
brutal meaning in the repeated words
bat Edith. meeting his eyes, felt hot
shame tingle swiftly from bead to foot.
"Yes. Edmond Levasseur’s widow.”
Her utterance, of the name of the dead
man seemed to her inexplicably to add
fuel to the fire of her husband's anger
She did not know that In it Barrington
imagined he found a confirmation of all
Ills dmibt of her Edmond's Levasseur!
That wa- what he said tn himself, with
bitterness If this story she was idling
were true this story that she poured out
with ,i mirk flood of impassioned words,
finding fn her anguish and her fear an
unexpected eloquence she must have
known the falseless of this assumed
name have known the real identity of the
man who called himself by It, as he
knew It
Continued Tomorrow.
THE ATLANTA GEORGIAN AND NEWS. FRIDAY. JULY 12. 1912.
The Philosophy of Shoes ::: By Garrett P. Serviss
It Is More Important to Have Your Feet Properly Clothed Than Your Head
’ (These pictures are reproduced by permission, from "Good Housekeeping Magazine” for July.)
DR. WOODS HUTCHINSON de- About the last thing that a shoemaker would dream of doing is to r eally
scribes man, In Good House- look at tbe foOt that he is to shoe '
keeping Magazine for July, as
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Is it any wonder that ou- commonest dream is that of bounding in 50-foot
curves through the air like a giant kangaroo?
best possible form to serve the new
! uses to which he now puts them. Since
he quit climbing treea and sporting
among the branches tn the tropical for
ests of Tertiary times, and began to
stand upon his hind paws, he has been
| more concerned with the growth of his
brain than with the development of his
! feet. Nature would, no doubt, have
( helped him more rapidly If he had not
■ defeated nearly all her efforts by incas
. ing his feet tn hard, unyielding boxes,
which, as civilization has proceeded,
have become more and more ridiculous
> In their ugliness and their unsuitabili
ty to the proper use of feet.
The Nice Adjustments.
The anatomist sees, with admiration,
the nice adjustments which nature has
made In transforming the hind limbs
of arboreal (tree-climhlngi creatures of
the ape and monkey type Into the legs
and feet of the upright animal called
man. and, at the same time, he views
with disgust the manner In which man
has spoiled some of na’ure's neatest ef
fects The naked, uneonflned and nn
tormented human foot is a marvel not
only of fitness for its purpose, but of
beauty of form, it is even a finer piece
lof natural machinery than the hand.
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Such fashionable rncnsVcsitiq-' as tootho'cU tors ?--! Fr»»-h h.ri s , a’;? th" c-i-i-et: committed in the name of 'efoi'm
such as square toes and sti aight inner edges.
and ordinarily it has harder work to do.
But while the hand has been left free to
u«e and develop all Its latent possibili
ties. the foot has been cramped and
hampered, until, in civilized man. it has
become a thing which he is glad to
conceal. He goes stumping along with
ft. without employing one-tenth part of
its real powers The toes are jammed
together, the natural points of support
are more or less disregarded, and the
entire wonderful mechanism is thrown
out of gear.
< >f course, even savages have to pro
tect the bottom of the foot, but their
manner of doing so is. fundamentally,
better than ours, for they do not rob
the member of more than half its use
fulness. No spurred and booted Euro
pean could ever match the grace and
dignity of locomotion exhibited by an
American Indian striding along in his
easy -fitting moccasins The sandals of
the Greeks and Romans gave at least
some opportunity for the feet to per
form their natural functions in cold
climates we have to cover the feet, and
leather is. no doubt, all things consid
ered. 'he eery best material that has
yet been found for footgear, but the
trouble is that our ways of using it are
open to i vast numbe v of objections
Man, in more senses than one, is the
tenderfoot of the animal kingdom.
The cobbler of genius has yet to ap
pear. Thomas Carlyle forgot the shoes
when <he speculated on the philosophy
of clothes.
Fashion is responsible for more
harm-doing in the matter of footgear
than in any other of the numberless
vagaries with which she delights to
worry her submissive slaves. Nowhere
has fashion been so cruel and so de
fiant of nature's laws as in her deal
ings with the feet. Look at the name
less suffering that she has for cen
turies inflicted upon hundreds of mil
lions of women in China. But she is.
in this respect, almost equally cruel in
what we call more civilized lands. If
all the groans and cries of pain that
are daily wrung from men. women and
children in Europe and America by the
excruciating ills that result from the
wearing of tight or wrongly formed or
stupidly fitted shoes could be collected
and poured forth from one huge mega
phone the united sound of woe would
not be pleasant to listen to.
When fashion prescribes absurd
headgear we may lament the violence
done to our aesthetic sensibilities, but
there is. usually, no physical injury
caused by inartistic hats The case is
different with misshapen shoes. Huge,
square-toed shoes that look like river
scows, arrow-pointed shoes that re
semble in outline the bow of a college
racing boat, turnip-toed shoes that ape
the nose of a triceratops, and shoes
with peg heels and precipitous fronts
that make women sway like ballet
dancers or totter like inexperienced
stilt-walkers, are a source of positive
injury as well as of discomfort to the
wearers.
Some Expert. Advice.
The remedy would seem to be, when
the shop contains nothing but ready
made absurdiities, to have al! shoes
made to order —but that is costly, and.
besides, how many would know enough
to prescribe th? shape that a shoe
should have?
You will find some expert advice
about this in Dr. Hutchinson's article,
and you would do well to pay special
heed when he says, "For heaven's sake, j
have 'em big enough!”
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