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“The Gates of Silence”
Bv Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up"
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Baek In his cell again with his silent
watchers —the men whose masklike fea
tures must hide all they feel of pity or
curiosity—feeling a very different man
from the one who httd left it, Rimington
was conscious of a curious uplifting of
the heart, of something that was not
hope. In so far as It brought no chimeri
cal belief in the intervention of the mira
cle without which he could not be saved,
that he certainly did not reo.Tgnize as
resignation: a feeling of complete peace
within himself a conviction < f his own
ability to plat the game F»r the sake
of the woman he loved for the sake of
the stricken man and woman in the de
pleted, lonely Bed House on the Thames -
there must be no repetition of the weak
ness of last night HT was Innocent he
could go out through the gate of death
Into the life beyond with nothing to fear,
for the days of life that remained to him
he must show that he was captain of his
own soul.
He forced his eyes to follow the lines
of the printed pages of the book he held,
to turn the pages. The leaden minutes
dragged themselves out into hours '1 hen
Information was given to him that made
the blood rush to his heart so that every
pulse throbbed and throbbed again
A visitor for the condemned man’ A
visitor In the great glass room where
only the privileged can gain an order for
admittance.
As Rimington followed bls escort he
became aware of one thing very cer
tainly. Despite the apathy of his trial
—despite that inward peace that had de
scended on him after that half hour of
strangely mingled feelings in the prison
chapel—-hope waa not dead in his heart
There was hope In It now as he walked
a mad. rioting, preposterous hope, not to
be gainsaid or subdued; the hope that
perhaps the visitor who awaited him
was the only human being he desired to
eee the woman he loved
Then he saw her. It sounds so cheap
to write it. but the sight of her stand
ing there in that sordid place, slim and
young and gracious, was like the sight of
aorne white Illy growing on a dust-heap
He stood staring at her and she at him.
and for the moment the world was blot
ted out, the official eavesdroppers ami
eyewitnesses forgotten
Betty Speaks.
It was the woman who found her voice
first
"Jack!" she said, and again "Jack!”
Nothing more, hut all her heart spoke
to his heart In that two-fold utterance of
bls name; ft blotted out and healed for
ever that picture bitten In on his memory
of her white face against Paul Saxe's
shoulders, the dark, triumphant face of
the man who held her unconscious In his
arms
He made a step forward, and caught her
hands, drawing her close to him.
“Betty—my poor girl! 1 hardly dared
to dream It could be you. and yet some
thing told me that it was." he said.
“How did you find your way how did
you manage to get Into this ghastly place"
I hate to see you here to think of you
here —"
“Could you think I wouldn’t come, Jack
—after yesterday? Oh, my darling! It
Isn't true—lt can’t be true!”
Her voice faltered Jack's hand, hold
ing her, tightened Its grasp The very
necessity of aiding her courage gave
strength to his own.
“It's a bad dream, little girl,” he whis
pered. “A dream from which we shall
waken one day above the stars."
“Jack"—she clung to him convulsively
—“how brave you are! And I—l - am
such a coward Yesterday yesterday I
didn’t dare to look at you after all my
protestations after after"
“Hush, hush!” He did not know how
to silence her, glancing desperately to
wards the open door where the watchers
were stationed No room for humanity
here, for the blind eye; their grim busi
ness was to watch. "Darling, you don't
want to add to my pain," lie whispered.
“For heaven's sake, say no more We've
got to keep a stiff upper Up. Betty You
know and I know the truth, however
black circumstances may look that I am
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Innocent nf the charge against me. But
we mustn't whine. You believe me”—
Believe you, .lack? I can't bear it I
can’t—l can’t! Jack, it is very cruel. I’m i
bound and tied in a net -such a net”
She broke into a passion of sobs and
leaned her head on his arm. ,
“Betty, what's troubling you? Nothing
fresh? Has has he"
"Nn, no.” She spoke quickly, as though 1
In terror of a name being mentioned. ■
“He’s done his best according to his
lights.” ]
A Last Requeat. f
“But if the light within you be dark- |
ness. how great Is that darkness!" Rim
ington quoted, grimly, under his breath.
"Betty, dear, we haven’t many moments; 1
but before you go I want you to promise
me one thing if the worst comes to the ’
worst, if he tries to coerce you In any t
way, promise me you will tell your father i
the whole truth, I shall be dead then, .
Betty."
'My father!" whispered the girl, with 1
ho strange an intonation, so convulsive a
grip on his hand, that Rimington added,
quickly:
“Or Barrington better still, your broth
er-in-law He will cut the meshes of the
net for you. Proftilse me, darling ” f
' Tony!" Betty repeated. "Oh, Jack
Jack you don’t know what you are say
ing A vision of Anthony Barrington as (
she had scon him last floated before her <
tear-drenched eyes- the vision of a man
turned to stone, with eyes that seemed to
hold only hatred. I
A movement from the watchers, that f
made her cling tigliter still
“Betty”—he beet over her. ”1 must go (
now—go out of your life forever. Before
I go I want to hear you say what you said '
to me under the tree® by the river.” His f
face was near her own. He felt that t
nothiqg could have separated her from
him before he heard her speak. j
“Jack—l love you! Jack—if I could die
for you! If It were only I —only myself—”
“Jack!” There was such a sharp agony t
of reproach In her voice that he ceased. 1
He could find no words for what he (
wished to say-—that she was not to waste
her freshness and her youth on memory £
of him. It was monstrous to think of her r
going mourning all her days.
She strained closed to him. (
"Oh, my dear, I love you! I am yours
always, only yours. Whatever may hap
pen to the shell of me. all that I am—the 1
real woman—Is yours, and yours only. 1
Jack—Jack—”
The time for parting had come. With- t
out sight or hearing she knew It.
Betty for my sake keep a brave
front." His eyes were fixed on her face
In one last look—on that child’s face,
grief-distorted as It seemed to him now,
as it had looked that night down by the
river when the sight of her bag found in '
the empty room at Tempest street had r
brought back her lost memory.
Gond bye. His lips touched hers; not
passionately there was something sacra
mental In the last kiss and received at I
the altar of death. Then he was gone. He $
-lid not so much as dare to look back.
To the woman watching him, sick and !
faint, hardly knowing where she stood, 1
knowing where she stood, knowing only '
the ache of utter desolation, came a swift r
remembrance of familiar words; t
"Be not afraid of them that kill the <
body, and after that have no more that t
they can do"
Jack had no fear. Wronged, trapped - *,
an innocent man going silent to his death .
through love of her, when speech might
perhaps have saved him Jack had no fear.
No, it was for her that fear lurked at '
the crossroads. The awful fear of one 1
‘able tn destroy the sou!"- fear of the 1
man who had already dealt so mortal a
blow to her soul. (
Tiie world rose up to meet her the reel- ]
Ing. swaying world and the great merci
ful darkness rushed in on her from every
side overwhelmingly She cried and
stumbled and fell, with the roar of many
waters sounding in her ears.
The Choice.
It was nearly 2 o’clock on the afternoon
of the day following Jack Rlmlngton’s
trial that Edith Barrington awoke. She
woke slowly, after the benumbed manner
of the drug-taker and for a couple of sec
onds lay listlessly, with hardly opened
eyrs, still half under the Influence of her
dreams, feeling that this awakening, so
painful, so horrible, was one of them also
this unfamiliar place of drab ugliness on
which her eyes rested one of those phan
toms conjured up b\ the drug that brought
stupor, if not complete forgetfulness.
Then, with a little moan, a writhing of
her lax limbs under the coarse sheets
with the weight of blankets heavy with
cotton, she remembered. It was ho dream,
this drab lodging house bedroom. It was
her home the only place on earth she
could call her home since the morning
she had fled from her husband’s house in
’ Prince’s Gate.
i She knew now how mad a thing that
i flight, which in' the moment of her fear
and anguish had seemed the one thing
possible, had been, a tacit confession of
i guilt that Anthony Barrington judged it
so she knew from the simple fact that, so
i far as she could judge, be had made no
effort to trace her. He had been content
that she should disappear out of his life.
Ton) the man she had believed to be the
truest worshiper a woman ever had. the
man who had loved her beautiful body,
surely, as well as that hypothetical soul
had cared so little that he had not trou-
■ l-led to discover where that body was
housed or how it was fed Well it would
1 • ■ 'difficult soon for her to tell herself, she
thought. with the surface tears of self
; tv rising in her eyes The small stock
of money she possessed money raised on
(tiie few trinkets she had carried away
with er the simple Jewelry of her unmar
ried days a few ornaments belonging to
■ her mother would s*mui be gone. And
; after?
The End of it All.
Her thoughts, that had ravelled out
I f'-rmlessiy, came to a sudden halt.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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Freaks of Fashion
The Sweater Suit
By OLIVETTE.
THIS cosy little costume may look
rather warm for a hot summer’s
day, .but there are places where
it’s cool, and there are women who are
more than anxious to be warm, since
warmth Induces perspiration, and per
spiration reduces the flesh. Oh. joy!
However, this isn't a reducing gar
ment. This is the one-piece sweater,
an all-over garment that crosses in the
back and has no other means of fast
ening but the ornamental attachment
that you see In front.
It Is one in the vanguard of fall cos
tumes which nre being gotten ready for
the women who purchase their winter
wardrobes in the early autumn. It is
made of wool and comes In various at
tractive shades, with a handsome pat
tern forming the sleeves and trimming.
There is also a fine lining of silk.
A New Idea.
I am thinking what the button mak
ers and the hook-and-eye people are
doing, now that we have so many
dresses devoid of a«y fastenings ex
cept a draw-stri»g. The Polret model
described last week, which Is going to
be very popular for ordinary wear for
school girls a«d Inr house gowns for
wowtoß, has »o buttons or hooks; and
here is an entirely new idea In a gown
which, carried out in some lighter ma
terial, will surely figure in the autumn
huttonless fashions.
The whole sweater is made in one
piece about a yard wide and about four
yards long. The kimono sleeves are
woven Into the sweater garment, but if
the frock were of other material a fold
of the goods would make the sleeve.
The two long ends cross in the back
and come around In front to fasten with
ribbons or ornaments of some kind.
The sweater suit Is lhe first sweater
to have a skirt attached, and the ideals
a novel one. f’loaks, ns well as loung
ing robes, will he made on this same
plan.
The great Paris dressmakers are only
throwing out a faint hint of what the
autumn styles are to be, as far as they
are concerned. But, alas for them!
America is getting more independent
every year, and American styles at
American prices are becoming more
and more popular with our women, and
rightly- so, too.
An Advantage.
In some things we can never succeed
In rivalling the French dressmaker.
She has the advantage of living in a
country where some peculiar element
in the soil and, consequently, In the
water, makes the dye used In silks and
materials especially beautiful and ar
tistic. But these materials are used
only in expensive and elaborate cos
tumes, and for ordinary frocks the
American-made dress of American silks
and fabrics is not only just as good,
it’s better.
This year Paris deigns to allow the
separate bodice of one color, with a
long trailing skirt of a heavier mate
rial, draped in the back.
The watteau plait is reappearing on
coats and jackets, but I doubt If it will
be very popular,.except on frocks, whore
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * By Beatrice Fa.riax
WRITE HIM A FRIENDLY NOTE.
Pear Miser Fairfax:
1 am eighteen and have known a
young man of the same age for the
past six years. Lately he moved to
another city, and on a recent visit
he seemed to take a fancy to me.
When he left he started to corre
spond with me, and has been doing
so for the past year. Somehow or
other we had a misunderstanding
during our correspondence and I
stopped writing a month ago. Now
I have heard he is seriously ill at a
nearby hospital. TRACY B
1 am sure that if you write him a
friendly little letter he will take it in
the spirit in which you write it.
Rut don’t let your solicitude be too
apparent. Men are prone to see a net
in every girl’s smile.
When he realizes that you are still
his friend he will take the steps neces
sary to make that relation closer.
YOU MUST WAIT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 25 years of age and love a
girl of 17 very dearly, but as I only
make $lO a week I can’t see her
very often, as she lives 50 miles
away and I have to help support my
mother. Every time I speak of get
ting married my mother objects.
This girl returns my love and says
she knows her own mind. I have
not asked her to marry me, as I
don’t make enough money, but I
fee! as though I can’t live without
her. 1 have better prospects for the
future. JACK.
Ask her to marry you and tell her it
may not be possible for several years.
I am sure, if she loves you, she will
gladly wait.
But don’t make the fatal mistake of
trying to support a wife and a mother
on Jin a week. That would be suicidal.
ARE SOMETIMES TOO ZEALOUS.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 have known a young man one
year my senior for the last three
years, and have taken a very deep
interest in him from the first. He
has been calling on me and taking
me to places of amusement every
few weeks,
He lives but a mile and a half
frdm my home, and friends arc tell
ing me that if lie eared for me lie
would see me at least once a week.
COUNTRY GIRL
It happens sometimes that man has
little time for love q xking. ills time
being taken up w itk less agreeable
things.
Have faitli In tills tz in. Perhaps he
comes just as often as he can spare
the time, and it certainfv is to his
credit if he isn’t one of the regular par
lor Idlers.
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. it rightly belongs. The full looped
i pannier seems to have had Its brief and
glorious reign, and a longer polonaise
effect is now on the way to popularity.
I Patronize the lace sales, for
I scrap of lace will come in handy next
’ winter; even the furriers are demand-
CLING TO YOUR LOVER.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am seventeen and in love
with a man two years my senior.
He is very attentive to me and re
turns my love. This young man is
a little bit lame and all my friends
jeer and jest every time I pass with
him. He always asks me what the
trouble is, and I refuse to tell him.
As I love him very much, will you
kindly tell a broken-hearted girl
if she should drop her friends and
continue keeping company with this
young man. or drop him and try to
find another in hts place? This
young man does not make much
now, but has a very bright future.
BROKEN-HEARTED GIRL.
If a little lameness is all there is in ;
his disfavor, you have won a man ;
worth more than idle friendship. Give
your friends to understand that their ,
silly and cruel jests do not please you.
and remain true to the man. If his
heart is all right, a little physical lame
ness is not to be considered for a mo
ment. Your friends are in worse con
dition, being spiritually and mentally
lame.
CERTAINLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I have lately come in contact
with a young lady of whom 1 am
very fond, but have not had a proper
introduction to her, and don’t know
any one who knows her.
Would it be proper for me to go
and speak to her without nn intro
duction? ANXIOUS.
We will suppose that you introduce
yourself. Having gained her acquain
tance, wouldn’t you, manlike, respect
her a little less for having granted it in
such an unconventional manner? Let ,
time take its course. I am sure that if
it is for your best good to know this ,
girl away will open.
MOST DECIDEDLY NOT.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am engaged to a young man of
26. but who was divorced four years
ago.
The thought that he has pre
viously been married is constantly
with me, and at times makes me
more than unhappy.
Do you think It wise to marry
him under these conditions.’
UNHAPPY.
if you have the slightest doubt, or ,
uncertainly, you should end the en- I
gagement at once. The divorce may |
1 not be to his discredit entirely, but if i’ I
; causes you unhappiness you must not i
consider marriage to him for a mo- j
tnent.
ing fine laces to make up the fur gar- I
ments, and that means that it will be
the craze on everything else. This is
the time to buy lace cheap, as there are
always good bargains to be picked up
in the summer time, especially In odd
lengths.
IT IS HER PRIVILEGE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
lam nineteen and for the past |
year have been keeping company
with a girl of nineteen. On nights
when I don’t make an appointment
to meet her I find her going out
with other fellows. I am madly in
love with this girl. EUGENE.
You are not engaged, and she has
this right.
But 1 don't like the manner In which
you “make appointments to meet her.”
It would show her greater respect if
you would call for her at her home, if
that is at all possible.
Tell her you love her and want to
mar|jy her. and in future call on her
at her home. I am sure' if she loves
you she will care nothing for other
men.
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It’s a Hard Life
Twitmoe Strikes a "Snap"
By WEX JONES.
AFTER being requested to resign—
I dislike very much the word
“fired”—by the hotel proprietor,
as I mentioned in the last installment
of my diary, I consented to comply with
the request,
I was no longer a waiter in the Ho
tel Longview.
This gave me time to think. In some
ways thinking is the easiest occupa
tion in the world, as you have prob
ably deduced from the fact that many
persons snore while engaged In think
ing. but at times to think is almost as
hard as to work.
On this occasion I couldn't think of
anything to do right away, except to
ask the boss to give me another trial.
While not at Yarvard acquiring knowl
edge. I must be acquiring money, so I
went back to the boss.
“I'd like to be a waiter again.’’ I
said.
“Again!” said the boss. “When were
you a waiter before?”
"Last night.”
“Oh, well," said the boss. "Go ahead
and try it again; you can't be much
worse than some of the other college
boys.”
So I started in to work again; much
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tips that waiters get, and I needed the
money.
There was only one party at my ta
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young sons. They ordered roast beef
and baked potatoes, so that I had no
trouble remembering the order, much
to the surprise of the chef.
“Very nice beef; excellent service.”
said the lady to me. I saw visions of
a very easily earned dollar—may be
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more, for the smile which accompanied
her words was very satisfied.
As the party was going out the old
lady said: “I will see you during the
afternoon to give you a slight token
of appreciation for your excellent
waiting."
-My heart bounded. Perhaps I would
make $5 —who could tell?
One more patron came to my table.
I got away with his order, and then
he asked me what dessert we had.
I hurried back and asked the chef
“Pie.”
“Pie.
“And PIE.” said the chef.
I hurried back 4o the customer
“We have pie-pie-an'-Pie.” I said
He rose to go. As he was moving
away he felt in his pocket.
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