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“The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Sttnmins, Author of "Hushed Up"
TODAY’S installment.
Fd lth Barrington smiled vaguely at the
• tor. She was faint with fatigue, but
hP «><i not dare lay down her precious
’ n , n Her arms ached; it seemed as
/Leh some great band had riveted an
n band round her temples, which throb
in vain in. their attempt to burst it.
Th only relief she could find was fn pac-
Ir -I’e room, and presently this, too, be
n,, a torture, for her limbs ached and
X*ed beneath her.
Toward night a change for the worse
lirred Edith Barrington thought the
had fallen asleep and would have
',, h)m down, but the nurse looked grave
telephoned for the doctor, who lived
’iv a few streets away. He arrived al
“„st immediately and at once relieved
With of her burden;
~T he little chap is unconscious. he
soothingly. "He won't know; you
*7 ht to have a rest, Mrs. Barrington.
I' smiled reassuringly, but w Edith,
Zing the truth in his eyes, felt despair
E over her in a black flood.
he worse?" she asked, hoarsely.
■lfs liard to say. The next few hour?
’rZdoctor said no more to her. but to
Barrington, hovering grimly in the back
ground. he expressed a desire for a con
6Ul'["am not quite satisfied—l’d like to
call in Merton; he’s the great man where
children are concerned. Great heaven!
"E out out his hand and gripped Bar
rington who reeled as he stood, like a
dr T k 'm al* right." Barrington said has
tilv "It's the child. He’s the only one
_ t ’ he on iy thing I have. You’ll save him.
was trembling violently, the doctor
lust like a frightened horse, he said
0 himself. Fancy a man of his physique
such nerves —worse than a woman,
"all right," he .rid 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 Nanna, as she stood by the couch
looking down at her. hesitated to waken
her she looked so utterly exhausted and
distressed, like a ,lca<l woman who had
died in pair, 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
to 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 kindhesS tb deceive you, I’m
thinking. The lamb’s dying, I fear. My
little lamb—my little black-haired lamb!"
"Dying! Oh, no, no, no! Nanna; he
can't be dying!"
The old woman turned away.
"See 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 be mistaken —aye, that I
have."
Edith Barrington sat up, twisting the
great coil of her hair with twitching fin
gers."
"Near the end! Oh. heaven, near the
end!" she repeated, in a dull voice.
"Let nje 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—
-1" was in his cot.
At the sound of her entrance the doc
tors turned, and Edith, standing there,
aaw the stranger—this famous special
ist in the diseases of women and chil
dren whose name was familiar to her. as
It was to most women in London —saw'
him and reclgnized him! Recognized
there, In the man standing by the side
of her dying child, the man she had
last seen in the little village by the sea
where Levasseur had played his brutal
trick upon her and trapped her into the
marriage 'hat was no marriage at all.
It. Merton " She heard the whisper
of a name.
Doctor? This was no doctor! This was
the pseudo-clergyman who had married
her, acting in concert with the blackguard
who had ruined >-er life. The blood rushed
to Edith Barrington’s face and she took
a step forward. This man’s oresence 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 wrlten 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.
Ihe 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 rfiight not
witness the awful spectacle of a strong
man’s grief.
For a moment absolute silence. Sud
denly, Anthony Barrington burst into a
laugh, hideous and sacrilegious-sounding
in that chamber of death. He brushed
past the doctors and strode across to his
wife, gripping fi er by the arm
, The c, t''d’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 Turn of the Tide.
Summer had come to na end, people
were saying, and a wintry autumn had
set 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’ it rained incessantly, so'that the
water 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.
Here 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
days downpour. It made free with the
refuse of dust bins, carrying with it
scraps of colored paper, fragments of dirty
newspaper. One of these, caught in its
flight by the iron scrollwork of the sign
of the 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 w’indows were dirty, rain
drenched and mud-spattered, and 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 appearafi.ee was as unkempt as that
of the shop. His gray hair straggled
In loose ends under the garish smoking
cap; around his shoulders he bad 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.
"Thq 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 wbat we've got
to reckon with in these days. I wonder
did he-whatever he ’> y be. Leah- 1 won
der did be take thought o' it when he
saw the black cap set, and that poor
fool sentenced for the crone 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 ami uttered a cry; then, escap
ing from the 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 bad lived alone in this shop,
where, despite Paul Saxe's boast to Jack
; Rimlngton the afternoon he had brought
I him there, trade decreased every day.
I The little elf child was in the country.
I where Saxe bad insisted upon sending
sher 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 tierce little Cockney,
with the love of the pavements in her
verv' blood, eating her heart out in the
solitude of a country home, where “a gen
tlewoman 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 his busi
ness, but he bad made it so —and it bad
seemed to hint as though the reduct'on
in her income hail caused a very decided
j Increase in the natural acidity of her
disposition.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
The Latest Dances and How to Dance Them
“ The Madri!Hanna
By MAURICE.
A BRAND new summer dance for
those who wish to be up to date
in the ball room.
Miss Walton and 1 believe that this
latest dance is a solution of the vexing
question Os modern dances. The modern
dance to be popular must combine new
features and get as far ajvuyias possi
ble from the old waltz and two-step. On j
the other hand, it should be as far re- I
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picture shows ' j|
a position
when Tango
steps are taken.
The girl holds
both arms out
stretched, the k-. a I
man clasping
her haflds, " .'•Mi
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Throughout the entire dance the girl
has her back to her partner.
moved from the Grizzly Bear, the Tur
key Trot and other contortions of the
kind which have brought many of the
present dances into irrepute.
I have christened this new dance
"The Madrillianna." It has a wave
like rhythmic sway, and I believe it is
going to capture New York society
lust as it has the expert and beautiful
dancers in Paris ball rooms who come
to me to be taught this latest combina
tion of certain steps of the 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
her back to her partner. At times the
man also turns his back, and as shown
in the picture of the end of the dance,
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * * By Beatrice Fairfax
WHEN LOVE NAPPED.
Dear Alias Fairfax:
I am eighteen and so deeply in
love with a girl that I think of her
always. I 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. F.
Such true and unswerving love de
serves a better return. I ant sure.
The 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 excuse you for sleep
ing when she called, but go out in
tender sympathy to you because 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 Fairfax:
Some time ago I invited my gen
tleman friend up to the house, but
having heard something about him
I treated him very coolly. At the
house were two girl friends of my
brother’s, and my friend got very
Wb>ndly with one of them and took
her home. lie called on her for a
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' they’ glide over the floor back to back.
' Ordinarily the girl’s back alone is
•turned; she is in front of her partner
j and '■ this.. ppsitfon .is particularly
I adopted for obtaining giacefui and ar
| tistic effects in the . long wave-like
' glides which eharaclerize the Madril
lianna.
Easy Rhythm.
; This a)6O. makes it possible
■ for the' rrirtn ‘to driy/l °r steer the girl
land the couple a f-e' ’enabled to dance in
I better rhythm'and more closely in time
| and in step. .1 have not danced this
dance in public at all as yet, and the
people of New York will be the first to
see it. Indeed, it would not have be
come public except that the other day
the Maharajs of Kapurthala gave a
luncheon at liis hotel. As every one
knows, he is a great lover of good
dancing and he had heard that 1 had
invented samething new. so he request
ed Miss Walton and me to dance it for
his guests. Os course, we complied and
the enthusiasm and praise which we
received by such people as the Gram!
Duke Boris of Russia and his mother,
the Grand Duchess Vladimir, the In
fanta Eulalia of Spain, the Princess
Louis d’Orleans Braganza and the
Prince and Princess Ghika, with other
titled guests, make us believe that the
Madrillianna is bound to be a popular
success.
Notv, as to the dance itself. It is
done to a slow waltz and the partners
couple of weeks, but now has
stopped doing so.
Did he do right by taking the girl
home, and do you think he cares for
me? ADDLE.
You invited your lover to call and
then humiliated him before others by
snubbing him. He did quite right in
transferring his attentions t/> the
other girl. Only a we~. would have
remained constant to you under the
circumstances. '
If you ever become reconciled, re
member that snubbing is not a dignified
way of treating a friend of whom you
have heard ill reports. Give him a
chance to clear himself. That is given
the worst of criminals in every court
in the land and is surely due a man
in the higher court.-; of Love.
ONLY ONE THING TO DO.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am a young man twenty-one
years old and have been keeping
steady company for two and one
half years with a girl one year my
senior. 1 have taken her out and
given her presents and treated her
as a gentb-man should.
I have been out of work for some
time and have written her a letter
telling her I could not give her any
pleasure till I’m working again,
which won’t be long. She has not
answered me, and it seems she does
not want me while I’m not work
ing.
She says she loved me, and I love
take position, as shown in the first
picture, the girl with her back to the
man. A couple of good dancers can
make a poem of the first pose, and
throughout the dance this position
lends itself much.more to pretty poses
and to interesting facial expressions
than does the ordinary dapce position,
where the two partners look into each
other’s eyes, or gaze over each other's
shoulder.
In the first position the man has his
4 -r *
A position 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
be on his 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.
i The couple take four steps to the
right.
Pour steps to the left.
Four steps again to the right.
Four steps forward.
Each set of four steps must end with
the right foot in the air.
Some Tango Steps.
This is followed by’ five steps 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 double two-steps w’ith 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 w’ith the
beating of the foot at the beginning of
the bar.
All the movements are taken in a
wavelike, swaying manner, the girl
bending with each step while the part
ner steadies her, bending with her at
the same time.
The last measures of the dance 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 for 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. We 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 your financial
condition, and if she has no sympathy
with your misfortune you owe it to
yourself to put her out of your mind.
Why not turn your thoughts to better
ing your condition, instead of to love?
Let that come later, and I am sure the
experience will be all the sweeter for
the delay.
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* Hunting a Husband *
NO. 14—THE WIDOW DECIDES TO ACCEPT MAYNARD. BUT A CRUEL
REVELATION HALTS HEp
THE following morning Beatrice lay
abed late. Jack had been rest
less with the pain in his hand
and had called his mother often during
the night. But, although she did not
get up at her usual rising hour, Beatrice
did not sleep after the first rays of the
sun struggled through her drawn win
dow curtains. She lay quiet, tier 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 say 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,
her arms crossed above her head, her
fair hair lying in a shining mass about
her face. But he was clever, and kind,
and 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 May
nard. Her hour of calm thought had
brought her to this decision. She would
be calmly contented with him as a
husband. The episode attendant upon
their trip to Clatemont 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
been 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 bit of sew
ing wlien the 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 ‘Uncle Henry,’ Mrs. Minor," said
the old man with a chuckle. “Were
you expecting some one else? You said
‘Hello’ as though you thought you were
going to hear something 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 to
make the most of my opportunities.”
“A friend is always welcome at my
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 Uncle Henry’s relations with her
self. . ,
“At 8:15 I shall be disengaged and
happy to see you,” she answered.
He arrived at Beatrice’s apartment
at 8:15 with the punctuality of a busi
ness man who prided himself on.bejng
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.” he said, as Beatrice exclaimed at
their beauty. But she, with a woman s
tact, refrained from enlarging upon
what she pretended to consider Helen s
mistake.
The evening was warm and muggy’,
and even in the softly lighted drawing
room the temperature was oppressive.
Uncle 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
breeze and listen to the orchestra. ’
“It is, Indeed," assented Beatrice.
A half-hour later they were seated
in a cool roof garden where white
covered tables shimmered fn 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 request, Uncle Henry half
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
manm red 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
clung 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 w’ho
remained seated. Two of them grasp
ed Maynard and pulled him back into
his chair.
"1 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 Beatrice in a firm
voice.
Tears Wont Help
The Gray Hairs
But the proper care and treat
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when the first few white
threads are beginning to glis
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Stop pulling out the gray
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self white-headed. Your hair
is losing vitality. USE
R ob innair e
Hair Dye
No, it isn't a vulgar bleach or
artificial coloring. It is a re
storative that simply renews
. the natural color and life and
luster of the hair, and makes it
soft and beautiful. Non-stlcky,
and does not stain skin or
scalp.
TRY IT. Your hair needs it.
Prepared for light, medium
and dark brown and black
hair. Trial size 25c, postpaid
30c, large size 75c, by mail 90c.
Pure and Harmless.
Jacobs’ Pharmacy
Atlanta, Ga.
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