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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZMD PAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
„ By Meta Stmmins, Author of “Hushed Up"
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TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
4s he listened he found a hundred
objections. This man that he had known
In Paris, this "mad Englishman” of the
batin Quarter— when had he had the
t i me or the patience to play the part
wh lch this young woman was assigning
to him ’
Dared Not Tell.
"Oh, Tony!” she cried out, for there
was that In his face which told her that
he did not believe her. "Tony, have you
ever seen anything vile or wicked or
erooked about me, that you should con
demn me on the words of a man who
hated me? I thought he was dead when I
married you. and the only sin I com
mitted was a very wretched, hut a very
womanly, sin. I dared not tell you what
had gone before. I saw that you loved
me: I knew that I loved you; and surely
that was all that mattered?"
■ You loved me and I loved you! A very
simple, primitive code of ethics.” he said,
In a metallic voice, “but singularly un
answerable. A widow —after all, such a
small matter can very little concern the
man who comes after.”
She knew that he did not believe her.
"Tony Tony, he was dead, I tell you! The
ship had gone down —not a soul had been
saved- five years before I met you!”
For the first time during the interview
Barrington sat down, impelled by sheer
physical weariness. He rested his elbow
on the dressing table and put his hand
to his head; it ached cruelly. Through
the temple was a fierce, insistent pain,
like the intermittent stabbing of a red
hot needle From beneath his thick brows
he looked at his wife dispassionately, as
he had never thought to look at her.
ghe sat there- like other women; yet
In his heart he knew that few other
women were as base as she was. Wom
en upon whom he had looked with a
contempt which was loathing, when It
was not unwillingly pitiful, would have
the right now. did he but speak a word,
to shrug their shoulders when they looked
at her The thought filled him with an
Illogical anger which quickened his blood
for a second or two before he realized
the. folly of it and despised himself for his
weakness.
"You thought him dead —that matters
little enough,” he said, brute,!!/.-. “What I
want to know -what I demand proof of
-is. did he marry you before he left
you?"
"I thought he did, Tony”—her voice
rose shrilly—"l swear te you I never
had a moment’s doubt that he had mar
ried me till I met him in Paris”— Her
voice died to a thread of sound, and for
a moment silence fell on the room. “To
see him there at all, in the sunlit Paris
street, was very terrible—that the sea
should have given up its dead. It was not
for a moment that I realized w’hat his
presence meant to —to you—and to my
child. Then I was mad, I suppose. 1 gave
myself away to him, showed him all my
poor heart; and, like the fiend that he
was. he laughed in triumph over me.
Then, when he was satisfied that I real
ized my position to the full, he let me see
worse depths than any I had ever Imag
ined—even tn my most horrible dreams.”
She looked at her husband a little proud
ly; after all, if he loved her. surely he
must see that it was she who was wrong-
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ed—realize something of her suffering
"He told me that 1 had never been his
wife, that he had tricked me into a mock
marriage; 'as a sop to my innocence’ —
those were his words—‘a sop to my in
nocence.' ”
Past Relief.
Barrington started to his feet. “Edith
—if one could believe you"—
“Why should you not believe me?" his
wife cried, passionately. "You've seen
the man. You have heard of what the
world considered him callable—you have
seen his death. Is he, do you think, more
likely to tell the truth than I? Surely 1
have my own answer, in the fact that for
all the years we have lived together, man
and wife, till tonight you have never
doubted me—never failed in your love for
me.”
For the second time that night her
voice fell to an exquisite tenderness; it
rippled over Tony Barrington's heart in
a wave of pain He would have given
all the world had ever held for him—
fame, honor, the happiness that such
things bring for the power to take this
woman in his arms and rest his tired head
against her breast. For a moment of
weakness his eyes met hers Then swift
ly between them rose up a vision of the
dead man's sneering face, of his evil,
malignant eyes, and crushed all the soft
ness from him as a strong hand crushes
moisture from a sponge.
“I saw the man as you say. and I grant
it is difficult to understand his attrac
tion. but- -what have I against the proof
that here, ben'eath my roof —beneath the
roof which shelters also my innocent child
—you, with a shameless callousnes which
is revolting beyond words, hid a man
wanted on a criminal charge because"—
he spread out his hands in his old, un
conscious trick of explanation—"he was
your lover.”
“My lover! A man who tricked me into
a false marriage- who broke my heart.
I hid him out of fear—out of fear of you.
He was never my lover in the.sense you
imply."
"You say you were tricked into a mar
riage—how? Come, even if you were ig
norant then, you must understand now.”
The Trick.
“I understand no more than I under
stood then —that I was married by a man
who called himself a clergyman of the
Church of England!” she cried; and, with
a sudden hatred in her tone, she added,
"Intensely respectable, the sort of man
you would have asked to dinner and hon
ored. not because you believed his creed,
but because of what his cloth and collar
represented. Oh, yes, so .far as the per
son went, there never was a safer, more
orthodox wedding." Her voice sharpened
to shrill vindictiveness. "But the man
you killed —the man who lies dead down
stairs- said that he was no parson, that
he had no right to marry us”—her voice
choked with passion—"that I am what
you are so ready to believe me to be. If
there is any pity or justice in the world,
should it not be shown to me?”
Barrington took no notice of her emo
tion. "This marriage certificate," he said
—"you have that? Women always keep
such things.”
She shook her head. "No—he kept it.
Surely my word—Betty’s”—
Barrington frowned. "Leave her name
out of the wretched story,” he said “She
was only a child. She would believe any
thing you told her.”
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
The Making of a Pretty Girl
The Proper Care of the Hands and Nails
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By MARGARET HUBBARD
AYER.
SEVERAL, pretty girls and some who
want to be pretty have asked me
the best way to care for the hands,
and I am going to answer them all at
once today.
Bessie, who is just fourteen, assures
me dolefully that her hands are ruined
forever because she has always bitten
her nails, and still continues to bite
them. Os course, if she goes on in this
pessimistic frame of mind her iiands
will not improve. In the meantime
my dear Bessie, don’t you think you ,
could make an effort and control your
self and stop biting your nails without
having to resort to the treatment given
children, which consists in rubbing a
little extract of quassia on the finger
nails and the tips of the fingers each
time after washing them. The taste
of this extract is very bitter, and it
will remind you that you are doing a
foolish thing and spoiling the looks of
your hands, which poets call the “sec
ond face.” and which should receive
al! the care and attention you can give
them.
It isn’t difficult to have soft and
pretty hands, and I have known lots
of girls who did housework whose
hands were better looking than others
who never washed a dish and never
came in contact with a smoky and
greasy pot or pan.
First of all, you must take pains to
make the skin of your hands soft and
white. A good cold cream or camphor
cream should be used for this. As al
most all of the articles used for the
hands can be bought cheaper than they
can be made, it is better to go to a
reliable place and buy such things
rather than to experiment with for
mulas.
No matter how good the formulas,
unless you happen to have the knack
of making it properly, it will cost you
more than the article manufactured
by the wholesale, and consequently sold
at a moderate price.
What To Use.
Keep a small jar of cold cream near
your washstand, and if you have kitch
en work to do, have it near the sink
It will pay you to make some small
hand towels for your own particular
use in the kitchen, and every time you
wash hands before drying them,
apply a little bit of cream or grease.
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THE HAND TELLS A WOMAN’S AGE.
and then dry off thoroughly on your
own towel.
There should also be a piece of pum
ice stone and a fresh cut lemon to
remove stains or callous spots from the
hands.
If your hands are always very rough
take a little good oatmeal, boil it in
water sufficient to make a thin gruel,
strain It through cheesecloth and add
a little more watei; use this liquid in
stead of fresh water for washing the
hands. This Is also good for washing
the face, especially for girls whose skin
chaps easily.
Few girls are willing to wear gloves
at night, and I think It is more or less
torture even If the gloves are two or
three sizes too big. But the same re
sults can be obtained—that Is, nice,
soft, white hands —if cold cream Is used
frequently, and a good massage or
cleansing cream is thoroughly rubbed
into the hands every night.
This treatment will sometimes fatten
hands, but ordinarily the hand does
not get plump until the rest of the
body fattens up, and very nervous peo
ple are not likely to have plump hands
until their nerves are cured or con
quered.
Red and swollen hands are usually
caused by tight lacing, or stricture
somewhere on the body; tight garters
will show In this way, and so will tight
armholes, and very red hands after eat
ing are sometimes the effect of indi
gestion.
If you havA . much housework or
kitchen work to do, keep all your old
gloves to wear at this time. Rubber
gloves are excellent for dishwashing and
for somT rough work with a scrubbing
brush. If you don't want your rubber
gloves to cravk or rot, bo sure and clean
them very thoroughly before drying.
How To Manicure.
Now as to the care of the nails. You
only need a very few simple imple
ments, and If you take twenty minutes
once a week and two or three minutes
every day you ought to be able to keep
your hands In good condition. The in
struments you will need are an orange
wood stick, a nail file, some emery
boards, a nail clipper, a nail polisher
or piece of chamois, nail paste and pol
ish. Instead of liquid bleach, use lemon
juice on a little piece of cotton, rolled
round the point of your orange stick,
for bleaching discolorations under the
nail. First of all, clip your nails In the
shape desired. Don’t cut them too long
or too pointed. File the edges and
finish off with the emery until the edge
Is perfectly soft and smooth. Wash the
hands thoroughly and soak the nails in
water; now press the skin or selvage
around the nail gently away from the
base, so that the half moon shows. If
thin, white skin clings to the nail, you
can get it away with the orange stick
and a little bit of powdered pumice. See
that the edges of the nail are cleaned of
this white skin. You should press the
selvege down every evening before go
ing to bed, as that will make the opera
tion very much simpler, and will keep
the nails in good condition, especially if
you dip your fingers in oil. Always
keep the cuticle soft by generous ap
plication of cold cream or olive oil.
Wash the hands once again, apply a
little bit of rose paste and then polish
with the buffer and nail polish. Ridges
on the nails are due to uric acid and
they can not be scraped or polished oft.
but when this condition of the blood is
rectified, the nails will grow smooth
again.
If you’ve gotten your hands very
dirty, Instead of washing them at once
in water, clean them off with cold
cream, vaseline, or olive oil. Then wash
them with pure soap and lukewarm wa
ter.
Dry Thoroughly.
Unless you dry your hands very thor
oughly. - you needn’t expect to have them
soft. Girls are very careless about dry
| ing their hands, and women who are no
longer In their first youth will find that
the skin of the hands begins to wrinkle
and grow dry unless a good deal of at
tention is paid them. The older woman
needs plenty of oil for her hands, either
in the form of cold cream or pure olive
oil, or some good skin food.
She should rub them every night and
she will be repaid for a little extra at
tention every day. The hand is a
dead giveaway of a woman’s age. I
have seen lots of women whose faces
have been skinned and operated on un
til they looked thirty years younger
than they really were, but the hands
have been forgotten, and proclaimed
the exact age which they were trying
to hide
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Dear Miss Fairfax:
Some time ago I made the ac
quaintance of a young girl. I have
learned to grow very fond of her,
but 1 do not know how to approach
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