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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE, PAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
Rv Meta Sim mins, Author of “Hushed Up
t od.ws INSTALLMENT.
r vo’i don't believe me?” she fal
' i v .n now she could hardly be
3nj man could be so hard so
1,1 r ( '! r , „ von? Ho paused and looked
mo her eyes with a look infin
insulting than any words.
'T n i,. should I believe you? You are
J ' >.,,!? trapped animals tight.”
0j.’..., , ii'ds fell to her side with the
~' ~f ~r.- who is thoroughly defeated.
’ . , she made one more effort.
rd find the man and bring him
■■ -he said, half to herself, "would
’to > ci
'He ed at her strangely.
, v ltl m y belief or unbelief mat
now?” he asked her. "If no
e ■,...-yin! befalls I shall not speak.
' , . , 1 .an promise you. My child,
' t fj; , |ct never know what manner
f noman his mother was."
The Broken Barrier.
.There ' no likelihood of any change
.„ rine !, ’O nix' five or six hours. . Should
thprs'ie di me up. You're on the tele
phone. aren't you'.'"
The ' mg doctor who, for the last two
jours, h.vi been waging war with the
gr i,„ vis-iicr that, eluding all Samuel Jex's
V ;,L: 4 ..,, i-.,1,1 ■ rept into those hot rooms
T’„'ve • - "0 where the creaking, swing
re -sign the Toby Jug made melan
cjotv tniK' nights, tpok up his coat
,rd prepared t, go downstairs.
Tje sicclr.l light standing on the basin
card t'”--'" > long, wavering shadow of
fo-rcss '.!■ wall over against the ben
~r tj-.o ceiling above It. where it
K emc'’ '■ lmv?r menacingly over the
f >ll figtin ibat lay below. Samuel Jex.
I- , leg d laid his hand on the doctor s
a m and Tew him a little aside. The
ncwemr' i brought the young man within
sight of the oich at the foot of the bed.
where the red-haired little girl lay
♦sleep
[?ven in sleep her face had lost nothing
p ■•. p»r’. imchildlike look. It was
lirty. and tears had made, long, fantastic
Channels through its grime but these evl»
ss ~f grief did not make for pathos.
She looked like some gnome that had
Mumbled on the capacity for tears and
Jan been making experiments with it.
■' Something uncommonly like aversion
crossed the doctor's face as he glanced
♦ ' the child He turned to Jex.
‘ "Is there no other room where this child
Ln sleep" he asked. "A sick room Is
Lot the pla-e for a child.”
Jex shocij hi? head. In the half light
je looked very old and wan. There was
iometjing witehlike In hfs profile, the
iocti" thought, glancing at him. and shiv
ered faintly nt the thought of this trio—
the grim old man. the elfllke child, and
the woman on the bed. who. motionless
Sow. bail for these awful hours been
struggling with the dumbness of her par
jlyzei throat as with some giant hand
that corn pressed it
A Ghoulish Child.
■Cha wnn’t ro9t. like. away from hp?
rann Jex said. 'She’s faithful like
I g
'■ The dor? shoulders elevated them
"M'l’Tid little beast.” he said tn
> • -■*■/ n, ' q spark of affection In th<
y l ' ;' -h iii<« wretch.” He had looked
tjn on--e ard encountered the child's eyes
a- shp watched him across the bed. and
■ c had caught In them had been
a very ugiy nne.
''•■a TTui«tn t be allowed to disturb her
frother -o said, curtly, as he left the
T-vp”
J a irr.Trent Jex stood looking at
the child
'•lennv'-: ehild.” he murmured to hlm
spH ' A>e. but it’s hard to believe her
jqnnVs child.”
Ap g- a t?i definite form to the thought
that was n his mind; yet he was con
-7 ' by any means for the first
bis fondness for his daugh
tp’ ' a strange feeling' that she
*'f snrrAt)- ng ] ess than human. Just
ft)? a nV'C'ent, as he stood there, he
r r ’?• her the materialization
'i tu i|j.ai inhabited the body
' d-e world knew as Paul Saxe.
f, ' ’ 1 thought a light that wa?
! 'li-'he in the old mans
quickly passed. He drew*
*■ u ered ihe sleeping child
‘ ' "' p ’ her with a tender
"aim -nftlj back to bis watch
b'- the <i
° ■'■ ,r ’d there looking down at the
’ r stood looking down at
I'be woman lay motionless,
Gin since the doctor had
F \An ’ 1 .
•njevtion of morphia: save
for ’he ix. ~ . i . .
'Teathing; broken now and
.Z nd half mean, half sigh:
' 1 -earned that the enemy a'
c « t a, : hiy, p r py
r "I "f any change the doc-
j ex already it seemed to
„. ai'ge had come That there
jh- , . ’ ''g " f the shadow on the
“ i sharpening of the feat
the... TU'. "r l\ < hiseled. that gave
i r ■ . ,f a suffering face carved
’ear clutched at the old
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man s heart, as he looked, the eves
that had once been blue as the gentian
flower, hut were dim now and curiously
i colorless, as though n veil had descend
ed between them and the world
! "Jenny—Jenny lass, do y„u know me?"!
I here was a movement of the evelids. i
and the heavy hands, lying on the coun- !
■ terpane, beat feebly together. A sound
that was scarcely human, like some ;
words spoken by an animal suddenly en
dowed with speech, issued from the swol
len lips. the old man fell on his knees
to head more nearly to the level !
I of the head sunk so deep in the pillow, i
yttick as his movement was. the word ;
born into sound out of so much effort and 1
anguish escaped him. and a look o r angry i
disappointment crept into the dull eyes!
' giving them a semblance of life for a mo- !
ment. Then tbwe weighted lids fell, and -
■ the lethargy that was so like death de-’
scended once more.
Rut though he had not heard with his
ears. Instinct told him what this word,
, I born out of pain, was. It rang in the
■ desolate heart wilh a jealous ring. Pauli
Paul! The name of the man who had
married this woman -married and mar
ried her.
Jenny. He bent over the bed again,
yvilfully misunderstanding her. It was no
' part of his scheme that, should the worst
come should death heat down this bar
rier which stood between Paul Saxe and
his desire -he should let the man know
that it had fallen. \\ as it Hess vou were
asking for little Bess'.’ She's here.
p sleeping near you. Jenny, do you hear
I me?”
No sign from the woman in the bed.
The old man straightened himself and,
rose slowly from his knees. To send for
Paul Saxe! He could not bring himself
to do it. He looked at the woman in the
’ bed with a sort of desperation. She must
1 not die; she must not' Why should she?
■ The doctors who had been called in at
her first seizure, little more than a year
ago. had spoken pityingly of the long
> scroll of useless life that lay before her.
’ Why should she die now tn set the man
who hated het free? it was the one
thought that had upheld him through
• months of bitterness, the one thought
that had sealed his tongue, given servil
ity to word and look under Paul Saxe's
insolence- this thought that while Jenny
' lived she was Paul Saxe's wife, and he a
man tied and bound! All this year he
had thought nothing of himself, of his
1 own life that was hounded now by the
! four walls of a sick room: all tlje ener
gies of his mind and body had been con
centrated on this one supreme desire
' I that this woman might live that Paul
Saxe might be held in bondage.
He leaned forward, his elbows on his
! knees, his chftt resting on the palm of
, his hand, watching the still form, think
| ing his own thoughts, weaving his own
web; and once ,u- twice as he sat there!
thinking, an ugly, shriveled little spider. I
with death at his elbow, the death he I
dreaded he smiled, and as he smiled the
aquiline nose came down a H'tle too fat
over the colorless lips, and the thick eye
brows yy ent up a little too high, and the
shadowed profile cast on the wall was
sinister to a degree.
1 "tlrandad Grandad!”
He must have dozed as he sat there
l ■.washing and brooding: sleep -had stolen
1 I on him out of the ambush of his utter
I : weariness and fatigue. The child's voice,
shrill and frightened, .roused him with a
I start. There was daylight in the room. |
' ‘ the cold daylight of early morning that j
1 I gave a. cruel distinctness to every object i
j In the. shadowed room, and turned the'
l flickering light of the dying lamp to an I
ineffectual blur of yellow.
Grandad, mammy's awake. She cried |
out —something awful. Paul —Paul! That’s'
j 'is name, ain’t it?”
. Jex made so savage a gesture with his I
| upraised hand that it silenced even her
I for the moment It had required no sec
ond glance to shotv him that while he '
t slept the ha’tle had been fought out and !
decided, and that death had won.
' "Paul!" There was no mistaking ft!
1 now. the name cried out. in that awful j
voice which was like no voice that he I
had ever heard before. And again, !
' "Paul!” followed by a babble of words!
1 that instinct, rattier than reason, told ,
him spoke of terror, of a dread of that ,
1 veiled death that even her dulled eyes!
perceived now lurking beside the bed.
1 He slipped on his knees
"Jenny, you're asking for Paul. Po you !
wish me to send for him?"
It yvas the eyes that answered, an- i
swered and appealed. The head moved, I
i and, slight as the movement was, it also j
was eloquent of desire lex touched her
I hand with his own. tenderly.
SWEET MEMORIES.
"Jenny after the way he treated you.
You can't want to see this man Lass.
If I sbttnd cruel, 'tis to save you worse
suffering. What can the sight of him
' bring you but pain" Curse him. who
never brought you aught but pain.'' The
' eyes, wide open, now looking into bis :
i own. spoke a message that he could not ,
I understand The woman, whose feet were i
' straying so far across the borderland, was :
, thinking of tvhat this man had brought
her In the past: love, a few months of
delirious happiness, a blossom more ex
quisite and fragrant than the thorns of
disillusionment had been bitter, or so it
seemed to her now In this moment it
was the lover and no' the husband she
thought of the father of her child not
the callous beast who had refused to ac
cept the responsibilities of parentage, and
' had decreed that bls child be brought up
no more gently than she herself had been.
"To-say'good-bye. . ." Other words
forced themselves out of the swollen lips. -
Bending his head, Jex. could hear them - |
dreadful, halting words that seemed to j
cut their way to hfs heart ami write :
themselves there He felt his eyes burn
and smart, knowing of whom they were
spoken dreading the disappointment that
yvas Inevitable. liven if he sent for the
man yvould he < nine ’
Turning suddenly, lex saw the child
standing before him. staring at him with
Iter bright, malicious eyes.
"So Paul’s my father.” she said, and at |
something in the old man’s face, added. ■
hastily. "Yah! d’yer think I didn’t know?
I've known for days tn’ days an' days.
Ever since he brought that friend here
Yer save yerself away that day. Gran- '
. dad. 1 knew." She cut a little caper
I that, tievoid as it was of any childish
spontaneity or mirth, seemed doubly out
of place in that room where the shadow
iof death brooded. “I'm Miss Saxe.”' she
cried, "not Boss Smith. Miss Elizabeth
i Saxe.”
Continued Tomorrow.
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Al JV l(T. TO THE ’ By Beatrice Fairfax I:
DON’T GIVE HER UP,
Dp ar Miss Fairfax:
1 am a young man of twenty,
and deeply in love with a girl about
the same age, 1 see this girl In
the train every morning and even
ing, as we get on and off at the
same station. T would like ta make
acquaintance with her. but I know
of no way in which to do so.
G. R.
You must wait until you find a mu
tual acquaintance who will introduce
you. There is no other way. This ad
vice may make you very impatient,
but 1 am sure you would not think
much of any girl who would let a young
man step up and introduce himself.
BUT YOU MUST HAVE IT,
Dear Miss Fairfax
Mv friends and I are very anx
ious to obtain an Introduction to
two young men. one of whom my
friend meets daily between 12 and
1 o'clock. This young man never
smiles, but is not as cold as he has
been. There is no one "ho c ould
give us an introduction, and these
young men do not know that we
are so very anxious
ANXIOUSLY WAITING.
Under no circumstances may you
speak to a man merely because you
meet him on the streels.
If there is no other way to obtain
an introduction, forget him. Forgetting
a man you do not know will not be a.s
painful an ordeal as you think And
most assuredly not as painful as nn
acquaintance made against every rule!
of propriety might proc • .
LET YOUR HEART DECIDE.
Dear Miss Fuirftix:
1 am a girl of elg'hteen years ami
Initc* been keeping company two I
cea s with a young inanjuo years
my senior. We quarrel nt times, j
when he says things to me which
do not mike me feel very good.
Please advise me what to do. as I
recently became acquainted with a
young man about five years my
senior who treats me vert well and
seems to think a lot of me. We
get along very nicely. He often
expresses his desire to tak® me to
plac*’- but on aeepun' >f a gir
friend of his he doesn't think it
would be r ight. UNftEt'IDED
Th® heart was put In your breast tr ■
decide Just such question*- Perhap:
this suggestion may help it to make a
decision: The first, man says things
that. hurt. The second man's inten
tions are in doubt, since he thinks "It
-yvouldn't look right" in another girl’s
eyes if he were seen yvith you. Have
none of him! Don't see him again!
And unless you love the first man
enough to accept his temper as a part
of love's toil have non” of him. Isn't it
true that you really love neither?
IS HE WORTH MOURNING FOR?
Dear Mis.- Fairfax:
I am seventeen and in love yvith
a man of nineteen T.ately he does
not show as if h» cared for me as
much as he did- I have some jeal
ous friends who had something to
do yvith it, I think. F. S.
If he has been turned from you by
t'he jealousy of others, and made no
attempt to prove their charges false,
he doe- not love you sincerely
if you are not guilty, time will dis
close it to him. In the meantime, don't
fret. And don’t, 1 beg of you. apohj
gize ami ire humble in a. desire to make
up
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE.
Deal Miss Fairfax:
I am a girl of fifteen and am deeply
in love yvith a young man two years
my senior. I also think he Is in love
yy ith ine. Ho has offended me lately in
many different yvavs, but he says he
does not' mean to offend me. Kindly
give me some advice. ft. M.
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Keeping It Up—By Thomas Tapper
J EDGE ROGER A. PRYOR, in his
eighty -fourth year, said to a re
porter of a neyy spapei : The pass,
ing of time has in itself no effect on
ntan <-r other material things. Wheth
er a man is or is not in full pos: ■ ssion
of his mental faculties in his <•;<! age
depends entirely how he has used or
abused the time that has been given
him.
The most startling work of the yvorld
has been done by young men. he said
gravely , and this yy ill alyvays be true.
Tlie most enduring yvork is done by
old mon. And this will alyvays be
true. The work of the most mature
minds is likely to he the most valua
ble, and old men yvtll alyvays excel in
tite arts and sciences that do not in
volve physical activity.
The greatest field marshal in the his
tory of Austria conducted one of the
greatest campaigns for the empire in
his eight y - fourth year. But yve can not
argue from exceptions. The business
of yvar is distinctly' the business of
young mon. The old men. with the
clearer vision of long experience, come
along after ihe bullets have ceased to
fly and form governments and build
empires. Gladstone yvas past the al
lotted time yy hen lie dropped the bur- i
dr-n of empire building and lay doyvn
to rest.
What a man or a yvoman can do in
old age Is generally fixed by tile life
and habits of youth. If you warn to
insure yourself for fold age to the end
that you may still he efficient, you
must take out an Insurance policy in
the company of Common Sense. The
partners of the company are Health
and Energy. These partners are broth
ers. They yvork conscientiously for
those yvho hold their policies.
Man Must. Do Something.
No man need waste the minutes of a
good working day by planning on re
tiring from activity. He may retire
from business and do something else,
but he yvill have to do something else
with all bis might, or he yvill die be
cause his circulation yvill stop.
Any man. young or old. who gets up
in tite morning dependent *m the day
turning up entertainment for him until
bedtime, Is a pitiful spectacle. IHs
fire has gone out; there is no steam
Do You Know—
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sea. The tunnel of the famous Jung
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the glaciers.
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Dublin, more Jews than in Palestine,
and more Roman Catholics than In
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Eolloyving a drought, the first rain to
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in his boiler: and his engine can not
move unless he ties up to one in mo
lion and gets a free haul.
We were all very much excited not
long ago by the report that Dr. Wil
liam Osler recommended men of sixty
to he chloroformed. He never said
any thing of the kind. But people be
lieved Hie report—-and it was a crime
to make that report -for some took it
seriously and probably committed sui
cide.
Dr. <islet: talks and writes sense. If
he has any opinion yy hatever about men
of fin, he knows very well that, those
yvho are inactive are gradually chloio
formlng themselves. If the others are
at yvork, the yvorld is all the better for
their services.
Many a man’s best work has been
done in old age. Daryvin yvas old when
he wrote the "Descent of Man." Beeth*
oven went on writing music to the enfl
of fils day \ though he died compara
tively young about f.s. Victor Hugo
wrote the "Toilers of the Sea" at fit.
William de Morgan, author of Joseph
Vance," ifid not write anything until he
yvas fill. Hugo was nearly 70 yvhen he
wrote ’'The Man Who Laughs."
The Early Life That Tells.
But it is the way yve spend early life
i that maVes the Inter years worth
something nr nothing. Jndre Pryor
summed the yvhoie matter up yvhen he
said:
“After all, the mere passing of the
years means but little. In order to de
termine a man's worth in th” seventh
or eighth decade of his li’e yve must
first find out how he spent the first six
or seven, if the mere passing of time
yvere the only foe to activity and en
durance, this house would stand a
million years. Our usefulness in our
old ago depends upon the tranquillity
and sincerity of nur earlier years."
The answer to the question, then,
yvhen should a man slop work, is
NEVER. It Is hot lor to be a moving
engine than an imitation of the Car
diff Giant.
"THE HAIRS OF YOUR HEAD
ARE NUMBERED”
There is a great deal of truth in the
old saying.
Roots die. vitality gives out. The half
begins to turn grey.
This is particularly unfortunate as we are
all living in an age when to LOOK young
means to fill the YOUNG and IMPORTANT
positions. Old fogies go to the background.
If you should begin to chalk down every
day of your life, the exact number of hairs
that turn grey, you would be surprised and
soon learn that "The Grey Hairs of Pre
mature Old Age" come on very quickly,
if you neglect them.
Begin to count, and L7.se
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receipt of price and dealer’, name. Send 10c for
t rial bottle. Pbiio Hay Spec. Co., Newark, N. J.
FOR SALE AND RECOMMENDED
BY JACOBS’ PHARMACY.