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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZMD PAGE “The Gates of Silence” „ By Meta Stmmins, Author of “Hushed Up" —■— 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- Dinner for a Hot Day JF Don't ask your heat-weary family f to eat heavy meats these hot days. g They are bad for them. Serve a tender, g ■ Tculent dish of Faust Spaghetti. > I he ideal food for summer days—as I 1 strengthening as meat, but much more W easily digested. Write for book of g \ recipes. 5c and 10c a package— g ’k at all grocers’. J Ik. 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Aiau and Jacksonville, Ha. 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 \ IWirvir IA . - >■“ ,• < • i v ■ . : - A nf k ’' *7- ' t -r' ** ** ** * * : ■ y* wiy ..... a 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. rnrr rn VHI I 11V CIQTCD Fre ® to Tou • nd Cv ®nr sister su. inCt lU lUU ml wlulLli erlng from Women’s Ailments. ©1 am a woman. I know womans sufferings. I have found ths cure. I will mall, free of any charge, my hsns trsst mil with full instructions to any sufferer from woman's ailments. I want to tell ill women about this cure—,oo. my reader, for yourself, your daughter, your mother, or your sister. 1 want to tell you how to cure yourselves at home with out the help of adoctor. Men tssssl understand women's sufferings. Whatwewomen knowtroa sigorlsMS. we know better than any doctor. I know that my'home treatment is safe and sure cure for Lsucsrrhssa or Whitish discharges. Ulcoratton Dis ■lacarsasl or Falling of the Womb. Prohn. Scanty or Palatal ferlsds. Uterine <r Orensn Tumors, or Growths; also pains Io head, boob and bowels, bearing Sown faabags. ner.—nnau, crossing feeling so ths ss>ss. aielanchely, bssirs <•> cry, het flashes, wsorlosis, kidney and blatter IroeWos share coessS by essbnsssos peculiar to our sex I want to send you a couplets ton Soft Irsolmonl eatirsly hoe to prove to you that you caa cure yourself at home, easily, quickly and surely. Remember, that, if till c_st yea nothing to give the treatment a complete trial: nod if you wish to continue, It will cost you only about lloeatsa week or leas than two cente a day. It will not Interfere with your work or occupation, loot lost no your nsns and address, tell me how you suffer If you wish, and I will send you the treatment for your case, entirely free In plain wrap per, by return mail I will also send you froo of cost, my book—"VMUII'S OWI ■EllCil Its Utl" with explanatory illustrations showing why women suffer, and how they can easily cure themselves at home. Every woman should have it, and learn to think for herself. Then when the doctor says— “ You must have an operation,” you can decide for yourself. Thousands of women have mired themselves with my home remedy. It cures all eld or young, To Bothers of Baughlera, I will explain a simple home treatment which speedily and effectually cures Lsucorrhoea, Green Bicknese and Painful or Irregular Menstruation in young Ladies, Plumpness and health al ways results from its use. Wherever you live. I can refer you to ladies of your own locality who know and will gladly tell any sufferer that this Homo Trvstmnt really carts all women's diseases, and makes women well, strong, plump and robust. Jost sent us roar address and the free ten day's treatment is yours, also the book. Write to-dav, as you mar not S'e this offer again. Address mrs. m. summers. Bex h - - Notre Dame, Ind., U.S.A. \ \WI 19k Bw / \ 'W 9J: / / I 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 Advice to the Lovelorn ! By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. i YOU DON’T NEED TO. Pear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty-one and keep com pany with a girl of twenty, but my father and mother object because I am making a small salary. I do not want to leave the young lady with out any reason. H. O. B. Frankness is always to be commend ed. Go to her and tell her of the sit uation. and then take your parents’ advice and keep out of love entangle ments while your salary is so small. I admire the spirit of justice In you which leads you to want to give the girl an explanation. - J /jOV id U fils K l sl—l vfP'lkfc- Jw Ok Anty Drudge Advises the Fireman Fireman — “Morning, Anty Drudge! You had better g» over to Mrs. Slims; she’s terribly burned.” Anty Drudgt- did it happen?” Fireman —“Over heated stove. Trying to get the fire hot enough to boil her clothes. My wife was badly, burned last week doing the same thing.” Anty Drudge— “ Yes, I’ll go right over. But look here, voung man ! Get your wife Fels-Naptha. Then she won’t have to boil the clothes. Just use lukewarm or cool water; let the clothes soak for half an hour; that's all there is to it.” Friendship begins with acquaintance. All Fels-Naptha wants is an introduc tion and it will become your boon com panion in laundry and kitchen. We are advertising to get Fels-Naptha that introduction into new homes. Then we depend on the soap itself to keep it there. If Fels-Naptha wouldn’t do what we claim; if it wouldn’t wash clothes quicker and better in cool or lukewarm water without hard labor or boiling; if it wouldn’t save time, work, fuel and health would over a million women use it every washday ? Not much. But Fels-Naptha will do these things and more; has (lone them and is doing them for more and more progressive women every year. Follow the easy directions on the back of the red and green wrapper. B.U UMMB-g _J ... '..J ...11.'... IL ■■■■HBWWW- The Best Coffee You Ever Tasted NO COFPKK VNJOVI TBUE UNDISPUTED DISTINCTION OF QUALITY AS DOES MAXWELL HOUSE BLEND IT H<B WEEN ON THE MARKET FOR MANY YEARS. ALWAYS GIVING SATISFACTION TO THOSE WHO USE IT ASK VOt'H GROCER FOR IT CHEEK-MEAL COFFEE CO. X ASHVILLE. TENN. HOUSTON, TEX. JACKSONVILLE, FI.A. —————P MOST ASSUREDLY. 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 her. Would it be proper for me to | ask her to accompany me to the | theater? F. L. You are acquainted, so I take it foR granted you were properly introduced to her. Certainly, ask her to go to theater, and don't fail to pay her other! attentions as agreeable. A girl Is pre-, disposed in favor of a man who is con. siderate, generous and gallant. —e