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THE GEOBGJAMS MAGAZINE PAGE “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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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 This cenlui a 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 The steps s.re ' a r w double two-steps, with a bend of the knee L and of the artrs t 0 at the same t: u. X- ISw ' a) J as&r -/? j j J i> sg&jHaBBML; Tjr 1 d '/♦|l \ I I lw ! >RI i i i lln - ’ < i i -'fiE '<MI i I I® , I 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 wk g yiQßSofr' ' Wvffi -mJ t sSSf Hy j? j? f / M fly hflßßr wRBI w 1 Try -Ay ■ i'TXxi L’ t V . I ' 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. Nadinola Talcum SWILL PLEASE THE MOST EXACTING There’s None Better Contains More Antiseptics Sets free just enough oxygen to keep the skin white, soft, smooth and healthy. Nadinola Talcum Powder is composed entirely of sanative ingredients Soft as velvet Guaranteed By toilet counters or by mail 25 cents NATIONAL TOILET COMPANY. Parle. Tmn. * 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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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 ment will. 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