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4 4 The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up"
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
:>i Barrington smiled vaguely at the
rt( „Vnr Sne was faint with fatigue, but
S |,e did not dare lay down her precious
l,,. r den. Her arms ached; it seemed as
gh some great hand had riveted an
p \ band round her temples, which tiirob
bfli in vain in their attempt to burst it.
only relief she could find was in pac
■ P - the room, and presently this, too, be
' ~ a torture, for her limits ached and
swayed beneath her.
‘ -i'.,ward night a change for the worse
rr ed Edith Barrington thought the
C had fallen asleep and would have
J.Jbim down, but the nurse looked grave
telephoned for the doctor, who lived
onlv a few streets away. He arrived al
most immediately and at once relieved
I dith of her burden.
■■The little ehap Is unconscious." he
„ j(1 soothingly. “He won’t know; you
might to have a rest. Mrs. Barrington."
He smiled reassuringly, but Edith,
reading the truth in his eyes, felt despair
eur ge over her in a black flood.
’ .. |s he worse?” she asked, hoarsely.
•■lt's hard to say. The next few hours
will show."
The doctor said no more to her, but to
Barrington, hovering grimly in the back
ground. he expressed a desire for a con
cultatiDn.
lam not quite satisfied—l'd like to
.all in Merton: he's the great man where
ehildren are concerned. Great heaven!
He put out his hand and gripped Bar
rington. who reeled as he stood, like a
drunken man.
■ I am all right." Barrington said, has
tib It's the child. He's the only one
_the only thing I have. You'll save hint,
Heldon?"
He was trembling violently, the doctor
caw just like a frightened horse, he said
t ', himself. Fancy a man of his physique
wi ,h such nerves—worse than a woman.
"That's all right,” he said aloud. “If the
child's to be saved by human means,
Merton's the man. I'll telephone for him
at once. Words aren't much good. Mr.
Barrington, but while there's life there's
hope " , ,
Edith Barrington had fallen asleep
Old Xanna. as she stood by the couch
looking down at her. hesitated to waken
her. she looked so utterly exhausted and
distressed, like a dead woman who had
died In pain, as she lay there with her
hair outspread over the loose white wrap
per she had flung about -her. She did not
have to waken her. As though some mes
sage from the old woman’s eyes spoke
tn her brain. Edith Barrington started up
with a cry.
"Is he worse?"
"My dearie my dearie!” The old wom
an shook her head and caught her mis
tress' hand In her soft, wrinkled one.
"It’s no kindness to deceive you, I'm
thinking. The lamb's dying, I fear. My
little lamb—my little blagk-haired lamb!"
■Dying! Oh. no. no, no! Nanna; he
can't be dying!"
The old woman turned away.
"Sec for yourself, ma'am," she said.
"The master's there and the two doc
tors, and he's near the, end. I've seen too
many go to Ute mistaken —aye, that 1
have."
Edith Barrington sat up. twisting the
great coil of her hair with twitching fin
gers "
Year the end! Oh. heaven, near the
?nd! she repeated, in a dull voice.
"Let me pin up your hair, dearie."
The old woman spoke to her as she might
have spoken to a child. "There's the two
doctors there, and death and decency not
to be forgot."
She pinned Mrs. Barrington's hair into
an ungainly knot at the back of her head,
and led her out by the arm.
How hot the nursery was! For a mo
ment Edith's dazed eyes could distin
guish nothing in the dimness of the
shaded light. She saw first vaguely the
figures of the two men, and then—her
husband The child she could not see
h‘ was in his cot.
At the sound, of her entrance the doc
tors turned, and Edith, standing there,
saw the stranger this famous special
ist in the diseases of women and cYifl
drc-n whose name was familiar to her. as
I* was to most women in London saw
him and rccignized him! Recognized
there, j n t p e man standing by the side
of her dying child, the man she had
las, seen in the little village by the sea
«i‘te Levasseur had played his brutal
trick upon her and trapped her into the
marriage that was no marriage al all
"I'r. Merton " She heard the whisper
'•f a name
Doctori’ This was no doctor! This was
the pseudo-clergyman who had married
her. acting in concert with the blackguard
who had ruined her life. The blood rushed
to Edith Barrington's face and she took
a step forward. This man’s presence was
an outrage here.
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touched her on the arm, drawing her a
little aside. "I am terribly distressed, but
it is only right that you should know. My
colleague here can give little hope ■"
But it was “no hope" that her agonized
seeking eyes read writen on his face.
Anthony Barrington, standing by the
cot, his eyes fixed on the child, looked up
at her as she came forward, and she saw
his face distorted like the face of a man
possessed.
Refreshed?" he asked, and the ques
tion scorched her. "What a blessed ca
pacity! To sleep at such a time!"
His wife turned away, her eyes blinded
by a sudden rush of tears, for the mo
ment everything was blotted out —the
man she had recognized, the child as
though she had been stunned by a blow
In the face.
The consultant was bending over the
cot. He'straightened himself, and. turn
ing, whispered a few words to Dr. Hel
don. Who presently, as gently as a wom
an, touched Anthony Barrington on the
arm.
It's all over,” he said, beneath his
breath. "The little life has gone out."
And he turned away that he might not
witness the awful spectacle of a strong
man's grief.
For moment absolute silence. Sud
denly. Anthony Barrington burst into a
augh. hideous and sacrilegious-sounding
in that chamber of death. He brushed
past the doctors and strode across to his
wife, gripping her by the arm.
~_,T he child's dead." he said, stridently.
D you understand? Dead!”
“Dead!” she repeated, faintly.
‘Aye, dead—and your fate Is sealed!”
he added, with a terrible meaning.
The Turnj of the Tide.
Summer had come to na end, people
were saying, and a wintry autumn had
«<*t In. although It was only early Octo
ber. The English climate, tired of being
gracious, had for the last week been dis
playing Its unquestioned versatility. Yes
terday ft rained incessantly, so that the
writer had lain In pools In the macadam
ized street. Today a fierce wind, with
a touch of the arctic north In its breath,
had swept the streets dry as a bone.
Hero in the back streets of Westmins
ter it rushed blindingly around the cor
ners. carrying with it clouds of dust mi
raculously collected in view of yester
day's downpour. It made free with the
refuse ot dust bins, carrying with it
scraps of colored paper, fragments of dirtv
newspaper. One of these, caught in its
flight by the iron scrollwork of the sign
of rhe Toby Jug. flapped about the rubi
cund countenance .of the obese gentleman
depicted upon it. giving him a singular
ly dissolute aspect.
A subtle air of neglect hung over the
little curio shop, neglect which seemed
to show by comparison that the previous
suggestion of negligence in the arrange
ment of the window had been a studied
one. The windows were dirty, rain
drenched and mud-spattered, ami the
Jumbled contents in places hidden be
neath their own fallen price cards. Inside
in the low-ceilinged parlor, Samuel Jex.
the proprietor, sat by the stove reading
a newspaper. It was late in the morn
ing. but he was unshaven; indeed, his
whole appearance was as unkempt as that
of the shop His gray hair straggled
tn loose ends under the garish smoking
cap; around his shoulders he had flung
a shawl of shepherd's plaid. Leah, the
cat, sat by his side on a small, round
table, its pointed chin on its forepaws,
blinking at the stove.
"The power o’ the press. Leah," Jex
said aloud, darting out a dirty hand and
fondling the cat. that bridled and arched
its back at his touch; "the power o' the
press, my beauty that's what we've got
to reckon with in these days. I wonder
did he whatever be may be. Leah 1 won
der did he take thought o' it when he
saw the black cap set, and that poor
fool sentenced for the crime that you
might have committed, my cat -but not
he. not he. Leah. He* hadn't the heart
for it I saw him. And I know men-
Samuel Jex knows men; that's so, my
beauty!"
Almost as though the cat understood
the muttered sentences addressed to it,
it rose and uttered a cry: then, escap
ing from tlie old man's caressing fingers,
made a spring and landed In its old po
sition on Its master's bowed shoulder.
Since the death of his daughter, Sam
uel Jex had lived alone in this shop,
where, despite Paul Saxe's boast to Jack
Rlmington the afternoon he had brought
him there, trade decreased every day.
The little eif child was in the country,
where Saxe had insisted upon sending
Iter after her mother's death. Jex had
been powerless to prevent the action of
her father and his master, but It was
added fuel to the fire of his thoughts -
the picture of the fierce little Cockney,
with the love of the pavements in her
very blood, eating her heart out in the
solltuue of a country home, where "a gen
tiewoman of reduced means" had under
taken the sole responsibility of her edu
cation and training. Samuel Jex had
seen the lady it was none of bis busi
ness, but ho had made it so - and it bad
seemed to him as though the reduction
• in her income had caused a very decided
increase in the natural acidity of her
disposition.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
The Latest Dances and How to Dance 1 hem
* ‘ The .1 ladrilliauua
By MAURICE.
A BRAND new summer dance for
those who wish to be up to date
tn the ball room.
Miss Walton and I believe that this
latest dance is a solution of the vexing
question of modern dances. The modern
dance to be popular must combine new
features and get as far away us possi
ble from the old waltz and two-step. <>>:
the other hand, it should be as far ic-
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Throughout the enti e dance the girl
has her back to her partner.
moved from the Gtlnzly Bea', the Tur
key Trot and other contortions of tin
kind which have brought many of the
present dances into irrepute.
I have christened this new dance
"The Madrilllanna." It lias a wave
like rhythmic sway, and I believe it is
going to capture New York society
just as it has tile expert and beautiful
dancers in Paris ball rooms who come
to me to be taught this latest combina
tion of certain steps of tht> Tango and
the four-step waltz.
One of the novel features of the
dance is that throughout its entire
duration the girl has a. position with
lier hack to her partner. At times tin
man also turns his back, and as shown
in the picture of the end of the dance.
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * ’ By Beatrice Fairfax |j
WHEN LOVE NAPPED.
Dear Mias Eairfax:
"l am eighteen and so deeply in
love with a girl that I think of her
always. 1 have told her she is a
part of my life. One evening while
she was*paying a visit to her cousin
she found me asleep there I did
not take her home that evening.
I still love her, but she never wants
to see or speak to me again.
L. C. E.
Such true and unswerving love de
serves a better return. I am sure.
Tht l truth may hurt you. but I must
speak it' It is my opinion the girl
does not love you. If she did. her love
would not only excu-e vm> Tor sleep.
Ing when she called, but go out in
tender sxmpathy to you bi e iu.“'‘ you
were over-tired. Make one more effort
at a reconciliation and if she refuses
it, pay attention to some other girl.
That will prove you are not the sleepy
head she now considers you and will
renew her interest in you.
WHAT DID YOU EXPECT?
Dear Miss Eairfax
Some time ago 1 invited my gen
tleman friend up to tin house, but
having heard somethin;, about him
I Heated him very coolly. At the
house were two girl friends of my
brother's, and my friend got very
friendly with one of them and took
het home He called on Uei for a
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they glide ever the lioor look to back,
ordinarily the girl's back alone if
turned; she is in front of her partm r
and this position is particularly
adopted for obtaining gi aceful 'and ar
tistic effects in the long wave-like
glides which characterize the Madril
lianna. ,
Easy Rhythm.
Tiiis position also makes it possible
for the man to drive or steer the girl
and the couple are enabled to dance in
better rhythm and more closely in time
and in step. I have not danced this
dance in public at all as yet. and •tilt'
people of New York will be 1114' fit st to
see it. Indeed, it would not have be
come public except that the other day
tlje Maharaja of Kapurthala gave a
luncheon at his hotel. As every one
knows, b.e is a great lover of good
dancing and he had heard that 1 bud
invented something new. so he request
ed Mi.-s Walton and me to dance It for
his guests. <>f course, we eomplb- I and
the enthusiasm and praise which we
received bv such people as the Grand
Duke Boiis of Russia and his mother,
the Grand Duchess Vladimir, the In
fanta Eulalia of Stain, the Princess
Louis d’Orleans Hraganza and th
Prince and Princess Ghika, with other
titled guests, make us believe that the
Madrillianna is bound to be a popular
success.
Now, as to the dance its* if. It is
done to a slow waltz and th' partners
couple of weeks, but now has
stoppiffl doing so.,
Did he do right by taking the girl
home, and do you think he rates for
me? ADELE.
You invited you; lover to call and
then humiliated him before others by
snubbing him. He ilirl quite right in
transferring his attentions to tile
other girl. Only a worm would have
remained constant to you under the
circumstances.
If you eve, become iei om il' d. re
member that snubbing is not a dignified
v iv of Heating as: i--nd of whom you
have heart] ill teports. <nvo Idm- a
chance to t lear him •< If. That is given ■
tlic »ni i of i riminals in • ver.\ com ’
in the land ami is surely due a maul
in tin higher * o.irt.i of Lot
ONLY ONE THING TO DO.
/tear Mi“- Eai f.ix
1 am a young mm twenty-one
ye,ais old and hate been keeping
“itadx eomfhinv for tv.o and olv -
half V -it s wit li a girl on, ar my
senior. I have taken her out and
given her presents ami tit iteil her
as a gentii man should.
1 have been out of work for some
time ami have written her a letter
telling her I could not give her any
pleasure till I'm working -gain,
which won’t b* long. She ha* not
answered m* . and it - ■ • -in - she do- s
I not want me w hi* I'm not wink
ing. >
Sin says site loved m* , and I love
take position, as shown in the first
picture, the girl with her back to the
man. A couple, of good dancers ear.
make a poem of the first pose, and
throughout the dance this position
lends itself much im re to pretty poses
and to interesting facial repressions
than does the oidina \ dance position,
where the two partners look into each
other's ryes, or gaze over each idiier's
shoulder
In the first position the man lias- his
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A particularly adapted for ob
taining graceful effects.
right arm about the waist of the girl
and holds his left arm outstretched,
grasping her hand. Her right hand may
Im on hils hand at her waist or grace
fully balanced with outstretched arm.
The arm must not be held in a stiff or
awkward manner and should wave
gracefully with an undulating move
ment of the waltz.
The cbuple take four steps to the
right.
I‘"our steps to the left.
Pour stops again to the right.
Pour steps forward.
Each set of four steps must end with
the right foot in the air.
Some Tango Steps.
This is followed by five stops of the
Tango for eight measures of the mu
sic.
With the Tango steps the girl holds
both arms stretched out. the man
clasping her hands, and the steps are
the doubh two-steps with a bend of
the knee and of the arms at the same
time.
The first five steps of the Tango to
the right.
Three steps of the Tango to the left.
Repeat the Tango steps for eight
more bars.
Then come sixteen measures of a
four-step waltz, resolving into the
three-step Tango movement with the
beating of the foot at the* beginning of
the bar.
All the movements are taken in a
wavelike, swaying manner, the girt
bending with each step while the part
ner steadies her, bending with her at
the same time.
The last measures of the dative are
done back to back, the steps being those
of the Tango, but in reverse position.
The Madrillianna has all the possi
bilities of grace and beauty of action.
Good dancers will make a sensation
with it, and I predict fol it a tremen
dous amount of success. It can not be
cheapened or vulgarized, and it must be
danced well and gracefully or not at
all.
her dearly. \\ *• were to be married
in two years.
CONSTANT READER.
If you doubt her forget her. You
have no ground for self-reproaches.
You told her frankly of \-air financial
condition, and if she lias no sympathy
with your misfortune you owe it. to
yourself to put her out of jour mind
Why not turn your thoughts to better
ing your condition, instead of to love'.’
I.i-t that come later, and I am sure the
i-xperielu e will be all the sweeter for
th.' delay.
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NO. 14—THE WIDOW DECIDES TO ACCEPT MAYNARD, BUT A CRUEL
REVELATION HALTS HER
By VIRGINIA T. VAN DE WATER.
ry-xHF. following morning Beatrice lay
I abed late. Jack had been rest
less with the pain in his hand
and had railed his mother often during
the night. But, although she did not
get up at her usual rising hour, Beatrice
did not sleep after tile first rays of the
sun struggled through Iler drawn win
dow curtains. She lay quiet, her eyes
closed, thinking of Maynard, of his
goodness and gentleness last evening
to Jack and of what he had said, but
chiefly of what her instinct told her he
would sax in the interview she had
promised to grant him. She was sure
that he would propose to her, and she
was almost equally certain of her own
favorable reply.
She did not love him, perhaps, she
mused as she lay in her shaded room.
Iter arms crossed above |ter head, her
fair hair lying in a shining mass about
her face. But lie was elever, and kind,
ami a gentleman, and abundantly able
to support her and her children. More
over. she had married once for love,
she reminded herself with a bitter
smile. Yes; she would accept .Max
nitrd. Her hour of calm thought had
brought her to this decision. She would
la calmly contented with him ns n
husband. The episode attendant upon
their trip to Claremont she had ban
ished from her mind. He had practi
cally denied to her that he was a hard
drinker, and she could certainly accept
his word as truth. He could not have
lici t) well the afternoon of their drive,
or it was all something that she could
not understand and would not try to
understand. She would trust him. that
was all. To this point had Robert May
nard's tact and good manners brought
his erstwhile critic.
The matter satisfactorily settled in
her own mind. Beatrice arose, bathed
and dressed herself, eating her late
breakfast with a good appetite. She
was busying herself with a hit of sew
ing when Hie telephone rang. Think
ing to herself that no other phone in
the city ever rang as often as hers, she
took down the receiver. When she re
membered that the call might be from
Maynard, she was conscious of a feel
ing of glad anticipation, and it was
with genuine disappointment that she
recognized Henry Blanchard's now fa
miliar wheeze.
"It's I'ncle Henry.'-Mrs. Minor." said
the old man with a chuckle. "Were
von expecting some one else? You said
•Hello' as thougli you thought you were
going to hear srfinething pleasant."
"And I think I am," answered
Beatrice.
"Child, child, don't try to turn the
head of an old codger like me!” re
proved Blanchard. although well
pleased. "I only called you up. my
dear, to ask if you would make me
happy by letting me come to see you
this evening if you are to be alone.
Helen is going out of town today"—
with another chuckle—"and I want t<?
make the most of my opportunities.”
“A friend is always welcome at tny
house, whether Helen is in town or
not,” said Beatrice, a trifle coldly. She
disliked the air of intrigue the sexa
genarian seemed anxious to impart to
his visits.
But Henry Blanchard, with bland un
consciousness, accepted Beatrice's frig
id statement as an invitation.
"At what time, then?" he asked.
A refusal arose to Beatrice's lips, but
she was not so much infatuated with
her potential fiance as to overlook the
advantage of an anchor to windward,
nor had she quite forgiven Helen Rob
bins her subtle attempt at interference
in I'ncle Henry's relations with her
self.
"At S;l?> I shall be disengaged and
happv to see von." she answered.
He arrived at Beatrice's apartment
at S:ls with the punctuality of a busi
ness man who prided himself on being
prompt for every engagement. With
him came also a gorgeous bouquet of
roses, deep red and fragrant.
"To make up for those you did not
get " 1)0 said, as Beatrice exclaimed at
their beauty. But she. with a woman's
taet, refrained from enlarging upon
what she pretended to consider Helen's
mistake.
The evening was warm and muggy,
and oven in the softly lighted drawing
room the temperature was oppressive.
I'ncle Henry mopped his face con
stantly with a large silk handkerchief,
while Beatrice fanned herself languid
ly too warm to be comfortable.
"I declare." said the man. finally,
"this is the kind of night on which one
feels that he would like to go to some
quiet roof garden where there is a
br> ez.o and listen to the orchestra.”
"It is, indeed," assented Beatrice.
A half-hour later they were seated
in a cool roof garden where whfte
eovered tables shimmered in the soft
lights that gleamed among the palms,
and the strains of a string orchestra
mingled with the chatter of the guests.
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At Beatrice's reciuest, I'ncle Henry had
lighted a cigar., and she appeared to
be listening to his prosy talk while
she sipped iced tea and enjoyed the
coolness and the music.
At another table, half-obscured by
a large palm, a gay party of men were
drinking, not wisely but unrestrain
edly. Several times their laughter
rang out loudly, and Beatrice glanced
In annoyance in their direction. A
sudden roar of merriment made- her
turn her head again toward the ill
tnannered group. One of the men was
standing up with the evident intention
of making a speech. His face was red,,
his mouth loose and flaccid, and he
elung to the edge of the table as his
eyes glanced restlessly about the room.
It was Robert Maynard.
The manager hurried up and spoke
in a low tone to the three men who
remained seated. Two of them grasp
ed Maynard and pulled him back into
his chair.
"I don't feel quite well," murmured
Beatrice. "Let us go home!"
"Mother.” asked Jack the next morn
ing, "when’s Mr. Maynard coming
again ?"
"He's not coming. Ladle." was the
grave reply.
"Never, mother?" questioned the
child.
"No, never!" said Beatlice in a flrm
voice.
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TRY IT. Your hair needs ft.
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