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THE GEOCHAWS MAGAJZIMEL RAOrE
“The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up"
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Then you don't believe me?" she fal-
L Even now “he could hardly be-
i, e vr that any man could be so hard—so
' pelieve you?" He paused and looked
straight into her eyes with a look infin
oeiv more insulting than any words.
v ,. , v h) should I believe you? You are
, r a h ole— trapped animals fight."
ra -h = hands fell to her side with the
j. of one who is thoroughly defeated.
y f! even so. she made one more effort.
■■if I could find the man and bring him
tc <”u. she said, half to herself, "would
V n U believe?"
He to. Red at her strangely.
•What can my belief or unbelief mat
... you now?” he asked her. If no
furt hei scandal befalls I shall not speak.
Tba , i F a |! I can promise you. My child.
«t least, must never know what manner
o f woman his mother was.”
The Broken Barrier.
■There is no likelihood of any change
during the next five or six hours. Should
there be—call me up. You're on the tele
phone, aren't you?"
The young doctor who, for the last two
hours, had been waging war with the
grim visitor that, eluding all Samuel Jex's
vigilance, had crept into those hot rooms
abtve the shop where the creaking, swing
ing sign of the Toby Jug made melan
choly music o' nights, took up his coat
anti prepared tc go downstairs.
The shaded light standing on the basin
stard threw a long, wavering shadow of
him across the wall over against the bed
and on 'he ceiling above it. where it
seemed to hover menacingly over the
still figure 'hat lay below. Samuel Jex.
noticing this, laid bls hand on the doctor's
arm and drew him a little aside. The
movement brought the young man within
sight of the couch at the foot of the bed,
where the red-haired little girl lay
asleep.
Even in sleep her face had lost nothing
cf i>= pert, unchildlike look it was
(jtrr, and tears bad marie, long, fantastic
channels through its grime—but these evi
dences of grief did not make for pathos,
ghe looked like some gnome that had
stumbled on the capacity for tears and
had been making experiments with it.
something uncommonly like aversion
crossed the doctor's face as he glanced
at the child He turned to Jex.
Is there no other room where this child
can sleep? he asked. "A sick room is
not the place for a child."
Jex shook his head In the half light
he looked very old and wan. There was
something witchlike tn his profile, the
doctor thought, glancing at him, and shiv
ered faintly at the thought of this trio—
the grim old man, the elflike child, and
the woman, on the bed. who, motionless
now. had for these awful hours been
struggling with the dumbness of her par
alyzed throat as with some giant hand
that compressed It
A Ghoulish Child.
"She won’t rest, like, away from he?
tnamy.' Jex said. 'She’s faithful—like
a dog '
The doctor’s shoulders elevated them
selves "Morbid little beast," he said to
himself 'nt t a spark of affection in the
ghoulish little wretch." He had looked
ur once and encountered the child’s eyes
as she watched him across the bed. and
'h< look he had caught in them had been
a very ugly one
She mustn't he allowed to disturb her
mother, he said, curtly, as he left the
room
For • moment Jex stood looking at
the child
Jenny’s child," he murmured to him
self Aye. but it's hard to believe her
Jennv's child,"
He gave no definite form to the thought
that was in his mind, yet he was con
scious not by any means for the first
'!me. despite his fondness for his daugh
ter's child. 01 a strange feeling that she
was something less than human Just
for a moment, as he stood there, he
seemed to see in her the materialization
' 'he ugly spirit that inhabited the body
"* the man the world knew as Paul Saxe
And at that thought a light that was
almost hatred shone in the old man's
fyes then as quickly passed. He drew
the rug that covered the sleeping child
more closely over her with a tender
ar. l and went softly back to his watch
by 'he bed
As he stood there looking down at the
'■ 3o now he stood looking down at
re mother The woman lay motionless,
-ho had lain since the doctor bad
?■'r-”. the last injection of morphia, save
r, r the heavy breathing: broken now and
again by a sound - half mean, half sigh.
might have seemed that the enemy at
'he gate had claimed his prey
likelihood of any change the doc
mr ad said—but already it seemed to
ex 'hat a change had come That there
a deepening of the shadow on the
v- ro uded face, a sharpening of the feat
s' 3 always finely chiseled, that gave
'he look of a suffering face carved
■’X tear clutched at the old
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man s heart, then, as he looked, the eyes
that bad once been blue as the gentian
flower, but were dim now anil curiously
colorless, as though a veil had descend
ed between them and the world
Jenny - Jenny lass, do you know me?"
There was a movement of the evelids.
and the heavy hands, lying on the coun
terpane. beat feebly together. \ sound
that was scarcely human, like some
words spoken by an animal suddenly en
dowed with speech, issued from the swol
len lips. Jhe old man fell on his knees
to bring his head more nearly to the level
of the head sunk so deep in the pillow.
Quick as his movement was. the word
born into sound out of so much effort and
anguish escaped him. and a look of angry
disappointment crept into the dull eyes
giving them a semblance of life fora mo
ment. Then the weighted lids fell, and
the lethargy that was so like death de
scended once more.
B’jt though he had not heard with his
ears, instinct told him what this word,
born out of pain. was. it rang in the
desolate heart with a jealous ring. Paul’
Paul* The name of the man who had
married this woman married and mar
ried her.
Jenny ." He bent over the bed again,
wilfully misunderstanding her. It was no
part of his scheme that, should the worst
come—should death beat down this bar
rier which stood between Paul Saxe and
his desire -he should let the man know
that it had fallen. Was it Bess you were
asking for—little Bess'.’ She's here,
sleeping near you Jenny, do you hear
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
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—to set the man
who hated her 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 Pau! Saxe's
insolence—this thought that while Jenny
lived she was Pau! Saxe's wife, and he a
man tied and bound! All this year he
had thought nothing of himself, of his
own life that was bounded now by the
four walls of a sick room: all the ener
gies of his mind and body had been con
centrated on this one supreme desire—
that this woman might live —that Paul
Saxe might be held in bondage
He leaned forward, his elbows on his
knees, his chin resting on the palm of
his hand, watching the still form, think
ing his own thoughts, weaving his own
web: and once or twice -as he sat there
thinking an ugly, shriveled little spider,
with death at his elbow, the death he
dreaded —he smiled, and as he smiled the
aquiline nose came down a little too fat
over the colorless lips, and the thick eye
brows went up a little too high, and the
shadowed profile cast on the wall was
sinister to a degree
"Grandad—Grandad!"
He must have dozed as he sat there
I watching and brooding, sleep had stolen
I on him out of the ambush of his utter
: weariness and fatigue. The child's voice,
I shrill and frightened, roused him with a
I start There was daylight in the room,
1 the cold daylight of early morning that
I gave a cruel distinctness to every object
| in the shadowed room, and turned the
| flickering light of the dying lamp to an
I ineffectual blur of yellow
Grandad, mammy's awake. She cried
j out —something awful. Paul —Paul! That’s
l 'is name, ain’t it?”
Jex made so savage a gesture with his
upraised hand that it silenced even her
for the moment. It had required qo sec
ond glance to show him that while he
slept the battle had been fought out and
decided, and that death had won
"Paul!" There was no mistaking it
now. the name cried out in that awful
voice which was like no voice that he
had ever heard before. And again.
1 "Paul!" followed by a babble of words
that Instinct, rather than reason, told
him spoke of terror, of a dread of that
veiled death that even her dulled eyes
perceived now lurking beside the bed
He slipped on his knees.
"Jenny, you're asking for Pau! Do you
wish me to send for him’’"
It was the eyes that answered, an
swered and appealed. The head moved,
and, slight as the movement was. it also
was eloquent of desire. Jex touched her
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 sound 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 his
, own. spoke a message that he could not
understand. The woman, whose feet were
straying so far across the borderland, was
thinking of what this man had brought
her In the past. love, a few months of
delirious happiness, a blossom more ex
quislte 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 not 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 his child he brought up
no more gontl’ than she herself had been.
"To say good-bye. " other words
forced themselves out of rhe swollen lips.
Bending his bead. Jex could bear them -
dreadful. halting words that seemed to
cu' their wav to his heart and write
themselves there. He felt his eyes burn
and smart, knowing of whom thev were
spoken dreading the disappointment that
I was inevitable Even if he sent for the
I man -would he come?
I Turning suddenly. Jex saw 'he child
I standing before him. staring at him with
her bright, malicious eyes
"So Paul's my father," she said, and at
somethinq io the old man's face, added.
1 hastily. "Yah! d’ver think I didn't know?
i I’ve known for days an' days an’ days.
, Ever since he brought that friend here
Ver qa v e yerself away that day. Gran
dad. I knew." She cut a little caper
that, devoid as It was of any childish
spontaneity or mirth, seemed doubly out
of place in that room where the shadow
■of death brooded. “I'm Miss Saxe!" she
I cried, "not Bess Smith. Miss Elizabeth
• } Saxe.”
•». Continued Tomorrow.
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For Infants and Children.
The Kind You Have Always Bought
The River of Dreams * *• By Nell Brinkley
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The Where All Good Sweethearts Go
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * By Beatrice Fairfax
DON'T GIVE HER UP.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young man of twenty,
and deeply in love with a girl about
the same age. I see this girl In
the train every morning and even
ing. as we get on and off at the
same station. I would like to 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 I am sure you would not think
much of ant girl who would let a young
man step up and introduce himself
BUT YOU MUST HAVE IT,
Dear Miss Fairfax:
My friends and I are ver? 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 who could
give us an introduction, and these
young men do not know that we
ars so very anxious.
ANXIOUSLY WAITING.
Under no circumstances may you
speak to a man merely because you
meet him on the streets.
If there is no other way to obtain
an introduction, forget him. Forgetting
a man you do nm know will not be as
painful an ordeal as you think And
most assuredly not as painful as an
acquaintance made against every rule
of propriety might prove.
LET YOUR HEART DECIDE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a girl of eighteen ' ears and
have keeping company two
years with a young man two years
my senior. We quarrel at times,
when he says things to me which
do not make me feel very good.
Plea°e adl ise me what to do, as 1
recently became acquainted with a
young man about five years my
senior who treats me very well and
seems to think a lot of me. We
get along very nicely Hr often
expresses his desire to take me to
places, but on accoun-t of a girt
friend of his he doesn't think it
uould be right UNDECIDED
The heart was put In yourr breast U
decide just such questions Perhap
this suggestion may help ft to make a
decision: The first man says things
that hurt The second man's Inten
tions are in doubt, since he thinks "it
wouldn't look right" in another glr''B
eyes if he were seen with you. Have
nofi" 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 none of him Isn't it
true that you really love neither"
IS HE WORTH MOURNING FOR?
Dear Miss Failfax:
I am seventeen and in love with
a man of nineteen Lately he does
not show as l< he cared for me as
much as he did. 1 have some Jeal
ous f iends who had something to
do with It. I think. F S.
If he has been turned from you by
the Jealous of others, and made no
artempt to prove their chargee false,
he does 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, I beg of you. apolo
gize and b r humbie in a de-ire to make
up
YOU ARE TOO YOUNG FOR LOVE.
Deal Mias Fairfax:
I am a girl of fifteen and am deeply
1 in love with a young man two years
1 my senior. I also think he is in love
with me. He has offended me lately In
’ many different ways, but he says he
■ does not mean to offend me. Kindly
give me some advice. R. M.
1 A girl of fifteen is too voting for th®
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Getting On In Life
Keeping It Up—By Thomas Tapper
JUDGE ROGER A. PRYOR, in his
eighty-fourth year, said to a re
porter of a newspaper: The pass
ing of time has in itself no effect on
man pr other material things. Wheth
er a man is or Is not In full possession
of his mental faculties in his old age
depends entirely how he has used or
abused the time that has been given
him.
The most -startling work of the world
has been done by young men. he said
gravely, and this will always be true.
The most enduring work is done by
old men. And this will always be
true. The work of the most mature
minds Is likely to be the most valua
ble, and old men will always excel in
tlie 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 eighty-fourth year. But we can not
argue from exceptions. The business
of war is distinctly the business of
young men. The old men. with the
clearer vision of long experience, come
along after the bullets have ceased to
fly and form governments and build
empires. Gladstone was past the al
lotted time when he dropped the bur
den of empire building and lay down
to rest.
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What a man or a woman can do In
old age Is generally fixed by the life
and habits of youth. If you want to
insure yourself for old age to the end
that you may still be 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 work conscientiously for
those who 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 will have to do something else
with all his might, or he will die be
cause his circulation will slop.
Any mjan. young o&old. who gets up
in the morning dependent on the day
turning up entertainment for him until
bedtime. Is a pitiful spectacle. His
fire has gone out; there is no steam
Do You Know—
When a ship is sunk or otherwise
perishes that part of her cargo that
floats on the sea is termed flotsam; it
Is jetsam when the ship is in dan
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the goods are cast into the sea.
The site of the highest railway sta
tion in th- world was pierced recently
at Jungfrau-Joch, 11.4011 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.
Following a drought, the first rain to
fall contains a vast amount of ammon
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to plant life.
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move unless he ties up to one in mo
tion and gets a free haul.
Wo were all very much excited not
long ago by the report that Dr. Wil
liam Osler recommended men of sixty
to be chloroformed. He never said
anything of the kind. But people be
lieved the report—-and it was a crime
to make that report—-for .some took It
seriously and probably committed sui
cide.
Dr. Ogier talks and writes sense. If
he has any opinion whatever about men
of 60, he knows very well that those
who are inactive are gradually chloro
forming themselves, if the others are
at work, the world is ail the better tor
their services
Many a man's best work has been
done in old age. Darwin was old when
he wtoie the "Descent of Man.” Beeth
oven went on writing musi< to the end
of his days, though he diefi compare**
tively young, about 58. Victor Hugo
wrote the "Toilers of the Sea" at 64
William de Morgan, author of "Joseph
Vance." did not write anything until he
was 69. Hugo was nearly 70 when he
wrote "The Man Who, Laughs."
The Early Life That Tells.
But it is the way we spend early life
that makes the later years worth
something °r nothing. Judge Pryor
summed the whole matter Up when he
said:
"After all. the mere parsing of the
years means but little. In order to de
termine a man’s worth in the seventh
or eighth decade of his life we must
fit st find out how he spent the first six
or seven. If the mere passing of time
were the only foe to activity and en
durance, this house would stand a
million years. Our usefulness in our
old age depends upon the tranquillity
and sincerity of our earlier years."
The answer to the question, then,
when should a man stop work, is
NEVER It Is better to be a moving
engine than an imitation of the Car
diff Giant
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"THE HAIRS OF YOUR HEAD
ARE NUMBERED”
There it • great de»l of truth tn the
oid saying.
Roots die, vitality gives out. The hail
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.
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