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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 Fashioned Remedies j,, ' ~'irg p ry and electricity vc .,' much in the past thirty t , c , ' ' n * reatment of disease by r , if , ‘ ’' "ted remedies made from pr n ,c,:''" 1 “ r b Q . has never been im- This . '. ," , 1,0 =PB n by the great suc- 1 E Pinkham's Vegetable ' made from roots and herbs, f ... ' "l.i\ as the great remedy Stir ’oman does justice to her- trinr hot try tills famous med- CHICHESTER S PILLS ZX.\ t n'o 0 ’. 1 ? V'"’'” A .k" 111 '.! 11,18 Kiit'on.vy t J V- ~ tint a nX" ” ’• :;afß >'- Al - RB "“'’i« DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE JBlji J "hlskey and Drug Heblt tr«*t* *' Hom * or nt Sanitarium Book m Frw DH. B M. WOOLLKT. >a niianum. Atlanta. <;a. * E r T TERINE FOR POISON OAK ''' '■ Savannah. Ga , J mclose so cents In stamps '■ 'ferine I have poison oak . ’nd fettering is a!’ that ever t s ■ / ' lease hufrv it on to yours _ M E HAMLETT. ■ . c J'-' Mai 21. ISOS gt . our druggist., or bv J "’Ma'-turers The .Shurtrine • rar.nah, Ga. ••• 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. CASTOR IA For InfantK and Children. • i The Kind You Have Always Bought The River of Dreams * By Nell Brinkley Copyright 1912. National NVws Association . J L d' ’HST' t'- xi'ißa -j Q v, a 7 a 'Mb i-Y-’ f v Jff?? I ..... .. ’. n; ilk ' V ' t '!! , !!'-!!“ J’ ** tW th w ■ ■■ sT" '•wfc 1 J The Place Where All Good Sweethearts Go. 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. A girl of fifteen is too young for the 1 a Just HORLICK’S It Means Original and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. i More healthful than Tea or Coffee. 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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. 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The site of the highest railway sta tion in the yvorld was pierced recently at Jungfrau-Joch, 11.400 feet above the sea. The tunnel of the famous Jung frau railway emerges here right among the glaciers. There are in London more Scotsmen than In Aberdeen, more Irish than In Dublin, more Jews than in Palestine, and more Roman Catholics than In Rome Eolloyving a drought, the first rain to fall contains a vast amount of ammon ia. yviiieh is a most valuable stimulant to plant life. Owing to the popularity of automatic cigarette lighters, 433.000,000 fewer matches were used in F'pance last year. fADOG ON GOOD COAL Best Grade Lump $4.75 High Grade Lump $4.50 High Grade Nut - $4.25 Until July 15th, and for Cash Only THOMAS & HARVILL 153 E. HUNTER ST. PhonMt 801 l 2336 M. Atlanta 803. 411 DECATUR ST. Atlanta Phono 933. .4 BimW' g- - Wt tC **-. -J. «- t* ; ■— | SEASHORE EXCURSION VIA SOUTHERN RAILWAY Premiar Carrier of the South Monday, July 22, 1912 $6.00 Jacksonville Limit 6 days. 8.00 Tampa Limit, 8 days. 6.00 Brunswick Limit 6 days. 6.00 St. Simons Limit 6 days, 6.00 Cumberland Limit 6 days. TICKETS GOOD RETURNING ON ANY REGULAR TRAIN WITHIN LIMIT. TWO SPECIAL TRAINS FROM ATLANTA FIRST SECTION. S ECON D SECTION. Lv. Atlanta. 8:00 p. m I Lv. Atlanta 8:30 p.m. Ar. Jacksonville 7:00a.m. ! Ar. Jacksonville 7:30a.m. This train will consist of Pullman ■ This tram will consist of first sleeping cars only, I class coaches only. Passengers for Brunswick, St. Simcns and Cumberland Island will be handled in extra coaches and sleeping cars attached to the regular train leaving Atlanta at 9:30 p. m„ arriving Brunswick 7:45 a. m.. where con ! nection is made with the boats for the Islands. FOR FURTHER INFORMATION. ASK SOUTHERN RAILWAY TICK ET AGENTS. CITY TICKET OFFICE—NO. 1 PEACHTREE ST. 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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. 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