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The Georgian’s Magazine Page “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 Mnup. fIUSt -. ■ <.: -V J<7— ■ " ■' .. . •..•;;,. afe Get the Orifftnal-Genuine 1 Pure fiill-cream milk and the ex- | *u ». otract of selected malted grain. = reduced to powder form. m Delicious, Invigorating | Nourishing | Best Food-drink for all ages. MF Superior ta foa, tyoffoo. ooooa. £ Ir'Wsr ■/ Ask f° r Horlick’s at all Fountains. 2 A quick lunch digested by the weakest 5 VL/^AffS,INMAtIv 9 * 7 stomach; prepared in a moment by 2 VsgLANt) [RAVE 1 briskly stirring the powder in hot or cold S water. Keep at home or when traveling. = Ask for HORLICK’S | Others Are imitations g S UUlllUUlllllllUllllUlHlHlllllliiililllinilllillliiltllUUii 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 "the tenderfoot of the animal king- .. . Horn." and fhen he goes on to give ’B 1 Xk what nobody seems to have thought It \ worth while in give b< fore some good C J Zrx .-'•ientifb advn >• on the subject of shoes f What he says is amusing as well as / /' A’ instructive. / / y (l - v ' W Dr Hutchinson make's another state- / / f fj mr-nt whi' h will probably surprise most | I jjSSfffiSg 'dl tfllflf people, although It is evidently true, I | ■ W V viz. that -I <•;>. ami wnefi. too. have the I If if ■» Jf&KdKK&Kfbfx biggest feet on earth In proportion to \ f rite, sizi- and weight of tbe animal they \ WljfOßOlt k \ J3yl| li The fas t Is that man as a product ■■ I of evolution, has not yet had time to 'V S \ develop his p»'d;»« • xtr*ml:ips into the Itj // X i O' Wwwl -' , J/Ozy /I HwG . attLjye i / / / pT\\ / / \ **• •* i * v 1 I i * v / / X *» * % <** \ : / / r * * < ' / / T\ w 4 W / / 11 — (l '•> / / f ll X • —: ILa v X ~I OO B Nri-.— . —— ■ ■ F‘ • x. V 1 — -wsfa.. \ ■/T'' ■ ' y ! 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. rn . , , ~.... . - .- ; ~ • 8a... ,_2—-:-... - . —_— 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!” | Stylish, But Comfortable | BS Queen Quality Shoes Embody the 5 Acme of Style Without Destroy- 3 •J ing Ease and Comfort. 5 ■-S * ■ ■ • 3 ■■■ * A shoemaker threw off the smother- J: -tib ing influence of routine and precedent J «JJ and founded a colossal factory the JJ largest in the world devoted to the man- ■C ufacture of Women’s Shoes. To this R-l factory comes the hides and skins of Kids, J Goats, Horses. Colts and Calves. Presto! They are transformed into Queen Quality * Shoes for Women at the enormous rate of 15,000 pairs a day. The modern shoemaker has a double <C task—to secure grace, beauty and rhythm tb outwardly and at the same time conserve S physical comfort and anatomical propor tion inwardly. <•- Nothing is absolutely perfect, for the millennium is yet to come, but when you speak of the style, the fit and the feel of 3 55 shoes Queen Quality is without a peer. J' No matter how much you may be willing -yjj to pay for shoes you <*an not buy any that surpass them in those three details. The summer’s heat calls for white —■ W" . white shoes especially, in canvas and 1 >2j buckskin, for they are so easy and cool on the feet. We are especially prepared to supply instantly the correct size in the "□5 wanted style, be it Pump. Colonial or Oxford. Correct fit guaranteed. . *■ HQ I —1 | M. Rich & Bros. Co. f “A Department of Famous Shoes:” J- yw We Close at One o’Clock Tomorrow J; i Special Fo r Saturday I 1J 432 Pairs White Canvas Pumps. Welt Sole. S 5 Leather Heels 3 fj* Sf White Canvas Pumps ' i i X Vi W X \ ? ' \ Xk 1 $3.50 1 5 Values . w eV #L- yU An unusual attraction is required to sell as much in a half-dav as would ordinarilv bp sold in a whole dav. ? Itb The shoes we aro offering are unusually stylish and - X: ~WB isl durable, and at this speeial price the saving is unusually gg ' large, so we feel sure we will not lose any sales on ac- *■ count of closing a half-day. ‘ ’ "SW xr • •C ! No mail orders tilled at this price. gg || M. Rich & Bros. Co. | J “A Department of Famous Shoes”