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THE OEOUGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE \ “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 ,n any other way.-Do YOUR part. Use ____HAY’S HAIR HEALTH r t ? P ■'? at Drua Stores or direct upon trial bnf.l Pn m. ? n< \ de,le r’s name. Send 10c for bottle-Philo Hay Spec. Co., Newark. N. J. AND RECOMMENDED Y JACOBS’ PHARMACY. ECZEMA has no terrors SHp n I ?9 R THIS YOUNG LADY "I HAS TETTERINE. ?»!vr..r B r2n, u S Your Tetterlne and re- Th» TL?’ heneflt from the use of same. >n ti , Prr i^„" n ,' ny ,;lce usually appears It. I use n B <in ,2 your sa,ve always helps ’’ri'<■ n .',, ? j! f ‘ r Preparation but Tet mark«." Respectfully, or “ n> ’ ° n the Edgar , ELSIE M. JUDERINE, ar Spring. Mo., July 15, ,908. ••• Chichester s ph 7 y T»U n» o h7r ‘ I „7„r 7"" 1 V c Jr A“k';,ciK.<Vp<?t F n B A’® - 0 “lAMOXn UKANIS Pl! Iw r SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE 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. Physicians Prejudiced 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 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 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 st ■ fIBHMi fc’ !fc W- • to I t HL .■ | W/U., *>- life '■>• kWw "Si 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. 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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. 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PROTECTION Special police officer at 2:30 and 1:30 to protect students get ting on and off cars CATALOGUE and views on request: thirty-fifth year begins September 12. LLEWELLYN 1). AND EMMA B. SCOTT, Principals. Phone Ivy 647. SOUTHERN COLfIEGE OF PHARMACY. — lairgest Pharmacy School South. Drug store in the college. Free books sav ing S2O book expenses. Large new building and equipment, three laboratories Demand for our graduates exceeds supply. FhII Session begins October Ist Write fur c italogue. A<i<iress ’ W. B. FREuMAN, Sec., Luckle St., Atlanta, Ga. - fADOG ON GOOD COAL —T ■—! m. in Ml ■■■■■■■■■■■■■UMMHMLUJ Best Grade Lump $4.75 High Grade Lump $4.50 High Grade Nut - $4.25 Until July 15th, and for Cash Only THOMAS & HARVILL m 3 E. HUNTER ST. Phones: Bell 2336 M. Atlanta 803. 411 DECATUR ST. Atlanta Phone 933. FOR SALE Roofing Pitch, Coal Tar, IMMEDIATE Creosote, Road Binder, Metal Preservative Paints, DELIVERY Roofing Paint and Shingle Stain. I II 111 Atlanta Gas Light Co. Phon « 494> 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 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 1 must get another job for the summer. 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