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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE “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 r • > IMasvMMMMaBVMIM■■ Ml Illi MSWM< m W ■ 1 ■ ■ I■■ I■ ainw-MMM. -V.IM ».,« I m w ■ \ V jlrVWlr' \IK lSPgi-1 WHEN YOUR HAIR BRUSHES OUT Your hair it at tentitive at your .kin— even more to. It itandi up under heavy hati, curling irons, and disease. of the tcalp, etc. But there is a limit. When you comb and brush your hair in the morning, watch for the “TRAILERS” that turn grey, fall out, and comb out with the first morning brush. You MUST know that there’ssomething wrong. If your hair was in good health, it wouldn’t fall out, nature never intended that. There is something wrong at the root of tbings-the hair needs a tonic-a restorer. When you are sick you take medicine. That is your first thought. Its turning grey, falling out, are both ways the hair has of “complaining of illness.” It can’t do it in any other wav. —Do YOUR part. Use- HAY’S HAIR HEALTH 11.00 and 50c at Dru< Stores or direct upon receipt ot price and dealer's name. Send 10c tor trial bottle.—Philo Hay Spec. Co., Newark, N. J FOR SALE AND RECOMMENDED BY JACOBS’ PHARMACY. ECZEMA HAS NO TERRORS FOR THIS YOUNG LADY SHE HAS Eol'Xlt TETTKRINE "I have used your Tetterine ami re ceived great benefit from the use of same The eczema on my face usually appears In the spring and your salve always helps It 1 use no other preparation hut Tet terine and find it superior to any on the market.” Respectfully, ELSIE M JI’PERLNE. Edgar Spring. Mo., July 15. 1908 ••• CHICHESTER S PILLS , T ’ ,r *’ IA MvM» IIRANir. * fi- A Z'f? 1* A,k . »"“r OritaglM for * ,1" K'? *l'l *'" ld "'“IHcW) AT C L"' L" nrt *- Sa'rst. Always Rell.t i. SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE 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. Physicians Prejudiced N 'tu Ithstandlng th. fad that a very 'ilatke i" rcentaki of doctors' preserfp- ; tlons . a!l for proprietary medicines, be. , cause they can find nothing better, they I are naturally prejudiced against the di , reel s le of these family remedies be ' I vans' it decreases their incomes. , I However this may be, the general | pnuin Is benefited bt the use of such standart medicines as l.ydla E. rink ham's Vegetable <’ompound. as is prov ! eit by the thousands of grateful lettfis on tile at tin: Pinkham Laboratories, -it l.vnn. .Mass, from women al! over the i'nited States who have been helped be it, and it is prescribed by those honest physicians who are broad enough to overlook prejudice and recognize true merit. 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. £ i ’ - a, . -A | KI I ijr V±= I STRIKING AND WHOLLY NEW. . 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. At Fountains & Elsewhere . Ask for ‘HORLICK’S’’ The Original and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. At restaurants, hotels, and fountains. Delicious, invigorating and sustaining. Keep it on your sideboard at home. 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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 to my joy. for I had often read of the tips that waiters get, and I needed the money. There was only one party at my ta bles at luncheon, a lady and her two 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 Nadine Face Powder (In Green Boxes Only. ) Makes the Complexion Beautiful @ Soft and Velvety It is Pure, Harmless Money Back if Not Entirely Pleased. The soft, velvety appearance re mains until pow der is washed off. Purified by a new process. 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As he was moving away he felt in his pocket. Ah, a tip for me. He pulled out a small pamphlet and handed it to me. The title was, “Young Man: Beware of Alcohol.” When I saw the lady in the after noon, she said: "I want to give you a tip, my boy. Do your work always as well as you did today and you will get along In the world. I never be grudge a word of recognition for faith, ful service.” I think I must get another job for the summer. Millions of housekeeoers and cxner chefs use SAUER’S PURE FLAVOP TNG EXTRACTS. Vanilla. Lemon etc Indorsed by Pure Food Chemists Wf INCE rW\ r® w T,p W EYE GLASSES Do you know that few Opti cians understand adjusting and frame Atting? Do you know that a poor-fitting frame will do the eyes as much harm as poor lenses? You want your frames as well as your lenses right; then come to us, as we understand every part of the Optical busi ness. Twenty years experience in testing the eyes and filling Ocu lists' prescriptions. 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