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“The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Stmmins, Author of “Hushed Up"
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
Back tn his cell again with his silent
„,, h e r s—the men whose masklike tea- '
JXs must hide all they feel of pity or
“rtosltv-feeling a very different man
' the one who had left it, Rimington
was conscious of a curious uplifting of
heart of something that was not
the ,o far as It brought no chimeri-
LTbe ief in the intervention of the mira-
Without which he could not be saved.
c ' e , he certainly did not recognize as
Jwon’ a feeling of complete peace
re btmself-a conviction of his own
!v to play the game. For the sake
“ W t he woman he loved-for the sake of
stricken man and woman tn the de
‘iLd lonelv Red House on the Thames—
ficre must be no repetition of the weak
h of Vast night. He was Innocent—he
g< mu through the gate of death
into the life beyond with nothing to fear;
nto > lavs of life that remained to him
£Xt show-that he was captain of his
° W M« S forced his eyes to follow the lines
c ”he printed pages of the book he held
f the pages. The leaden minutes
dragged themselves out Into hours Then
Station was given to him that made
be bled rush to his heart so that every
"L throbbed and throbbed again.
4 visitor for the condemned man! A
visitor in the great glass room where
only the privileged -can gain an order for
admittance.
V Rimington followed his 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
clianel -hope was 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
see —-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
voting and gracious, was like the sight of
some white lily 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 and
eyewitnesses forgotten.
Betty Speaks.
It was the woman who found her voice
first , ~T ,~,
•■Jack!” she said, and again— Jack!
Nothing more, but all her heart spoke
I to his heart in that two-fold utterance of
Ids name; it 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 tn his
arms.
He made a step forward, and caught her
hands, drawing her close to hjm.
"Betty—my poor girl! I 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 —It 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," he whispered.
"For heaven’s sake, say no more. We've
got to keep a stiff upper lip, Betty. You
know and 1 know the truth, however
black circumstances may 100k —that I am
c. ■ ran ■
when your hair brushes out
hair is as sensitive as your skin —
even more so. It stands up under heavy
nats, curling irons, and diseases of the
,C u?' e,c ’ But there is a limit.
When you comb and brush your hair in
ne morning, watch for the “TRAILERS”
, 11 turn grey, fall out, and comb out with
tue first morning brush. '
lou MUST know that there’s soihething
" r ' >n «- V your b a * r was * n good health,
! h wou ’ dn * out, nature never intended
1 here is something wrong at the root
o dt.ngs-the hair needs a tonic-a restorer. ;
■ hen you are sick you take medicine. ■
■ at is your first thought. Its turning grey,
suing out, are both ways the hair has of
. complaining of illness.” It can’t do it I
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innocent of the charge against me. But
We mustn't whine. You believe me”—
"Believe you, Jack? I can't bear it—l
can’t—l can’t! Jack, it is very cruel. I'm
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"-
No, no.' She spoke quickly, as though
in terror of a name being mentioned.
He s done his best—according to his
lights."
A Last Request.
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;
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
way, promise me—you will tell your father
the whole truth. I shall be dead then,
Betty."
My father!" whispered the girl, with
so strange an intonation, so convulsive a
grip on his hand, that Rimington added,
quickly:
“Or Barpington—better still, your broth
er-in-law. He will cut the mashes of the
net for you. Promise me, darling."
"Tony!” Betty repeated. "Oh, Jack
Jack—you don’t know what yon are say
ing. A vision of Anthony Barrington as
she had seen him last floated before her
tear-drenched eyes— the vision of a man
turned to stone, with eyes that seemed to
hold only hatred.
A movement from the watchers, that
made her cling tighter still.
“Betty"—he bent over her. "I must go
now go out of your life forever. Before
I go 1 want to hear you say what you said
to me under the trees by the river." His
face was near her own. He felt that
nothing could have separated her from
him before he heard her speak.
“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
of reproach in her voice that he ceased.
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
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 t- the shell of me. all that I am—the
real woman—ls yours, and yours only.
Jack—Jack—”
The time for parting had come. With
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 ft had looked that night down bv the
river when the sight of her bag found in
the empty room at Tempest street had
brought back her lost memory.
Good bye. His lips touched hers; not
passionately—there was something sacra
mental in the last kiss and received at
the altar of death. Then he was gone. He
did not so much as dare to look back.
To the woman watching him, sick and
faint, hardly knowing where she stood,
knowing where she stood, knowing only
the ache of utter desolation, came a swift
remembrance of familiar words:
"Be not afraid of them that kill the
body, and after that have no more that
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
"able to destroy the soul"—fear of the
man who had already dealt so mortal a
blow to her soul.
The 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 Rimington’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
eyes, 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 by 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 no 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.
She knew now how mad a thing that
flight, which In the moment of her fear
; and anguish had seemed the one thing
| possible, had been. A tacit confession of
| guilt that Anthony Barrington Judged it
so she knew from the simple fact that, so
I far as she could judge, he had made no
effort to trace her. He had been content
' that she should disappear out of his life.
| Tony the man she had believed to be the
I truest worshiper a woman ever bail, the
I man who had loved her beautiful body,
I surely, as well as that hypothetical soul—
I had cared so little that he hail not trou-
I bled to discover where that body was
i housed or how it was fed. Well—it would
I lie difficult soon for her to tell herself, she
I thought, with the surface tears of self-
I pity rising in her eyes. The small stock
of money she possessed--money raised on
I the few trinkets she had carried away
' with or—the'simple Jewelry of her unmar.
I tied days—a few ornaments belonging to
I her mother —would soon be gone. And
after?
The End of It All.
Her thoughts, that had ravelled out
formlessly. came to a sudden halt.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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Notwithstanding the fact that a very
large percentage of doctors' prescrip
tions call for proprietary medicines, be.
cause they can find nothing better, they
are naturally prejudiced against the di
rect sail of these family remedies be
cause it decreases their incomes.
However this may be, the general
public Is benefited by the use of such
standard medicines as Lydia E. Pink
ham's Vegetable Compound, as Is prov
en by the thousands of grateful letters
on file at the Pinkham Laboratories, at
Lynn. Mass., from women all over the
United States who have been helped by
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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 are 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 any fastenings ex
cept a draw-string. The Polret model
described last week, which is going to
be very popular for ordinary wear for
school girls and for house gowns for
women, has no 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
buttonless 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 the first sweater
to have a skirt attached, and the idea Is
a novel one. Cloaks, as well as loung
ing robes, will be 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- ,
ria!, draped in the back.
The watteau plait Is reappearing on
coats and jackets, but I doubt if It will ;
beverypopular.exce.pt on frocks, where
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * B y ße..,iceF«rf M
write him a friendly note.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and have known a
young man of the same age for the
past six years. Latqjy 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 writings month ago. Now
I have heard he Is seriously ill at a
nearby hospital. TRACY B.
I am sure that If you write him a
friendly little letter he will take It In
the spirit In which you write It,
But 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
a wav 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, I
don’t make enough money, but I
feel as though I can't live without
her. I have better prospects for the
future. JACK.
Ask her to marry you and tell her ft
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 $lO a week. That would be suicidal.
ARE SOMETIMES TOO ZEALOUS.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I 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
from my home, and friends are tell
ing me that if he cared for me he
would see me at least once a week
COUNTRY GIRL
It happens sometimes that man has
little time for love making, his time
being taken up with less agreeable
things.
Have faith in this man. Perhaps he
comes just as often as he can spare
the time, and it certainly is to his
credit if he isn’t one of the regular par
lor idlers.
■HE
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STRIKING AND WHOLLY NEW.
it rightly belongs. The full looped
pannier seems to have had its brief and
glorious reign, and a longer polonaise
effect Is now on the way to popularity.
Patronize the lace sales, for every
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 l>it lame and all my friends
jeer and jest every time 1 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 tills
young man. or drop him and try to
find another in his place? This
young man does not make much
now, but has a verv 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 phase 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:
1 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 ii b>’ proper so me to go
and speak to her without an intro
duction? ANXIOUS.
We will suppose that you Introduce
yourself. Having gained her acquain
tance. wouldn't vou, manlike, respect
her a little less for having granted it ill
such an unconventional manner? bet
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 mo
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
gagement at once. The divorce rm,,
not be to his discredit entirely, but if i'
causes you unhappiness you must not
consider marriage to hint for a m
ment.
ing tine laces to make up the fur gar
ments, and that means that it will be
the craze on everything else. This is
tlie 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:
I am 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 I 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
marry her. and in future cal! 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 I
Tivitmoe 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.”
“Oil. well," said the boss. "Go ahead
anil 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 1 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 1 had) no
trouble remembering the order, much
to the surprise of the chef.
“Very nice beef; excellent service."
said tlie lady to me. I saw visions of
a Viry 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,
"Pio.”
“Pie.
"And PIE." said the chef.
I hui rich back to the customer.
“We have ple-pie-an’-Pie,” I said.
He rose to go. 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
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