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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 Old Fashioned Remedies p i n surgery and electricity ■; a? advanced much in the past thirty but the treatment of disease by old-fashioned remedies made from s and herbs, has never been im proved upon. 1 hi> may be seen by the great suc 'l" of Lydia E. 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'dvannah, Ga ••• 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. - CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought The River of Dreams * *• By Nell Brinkley 5 - Copyright 1912. National News Association S T —7 STGsIzSr fl /(/7 6/ “nWSwOtWi'w ‘ n ;if . l k -At ■ ?%, Ik . 1 tP " ■■ jaBii'ii""""""'!"- c ’"oniiffliiinillillfc ’ i 'll iil |gOt Z I >- ~ McE — tv, J7T i *■» 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. 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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. •>» 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. 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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 ft "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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