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THE MAGAZIME JPAQE
“The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Stmmins, Author of “Hushed Up"
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
To Jack Rimington, waiting in prison
for death with a resignation which had in
it nothing short of apathy, the news had
not yet come
T'p until now he had not heard so much
as a whisper of the agitation which was
being conducted in his favor. In the con
demned ceil there is at least the mercy
of silence. The chaplain, who had not
so long since left him. had said nothing
of it He had spoken to Rimington of
resignation to the will of God; of a heart
serene in the storm as in the sunshine
spoken in a manlt way that had brought
a rush of feeling to the prisoner's heart
A prison chaplain has to ape the im
partiality of Fate itself. Yet this old man.
as he talked to Rimington. speaking as he
might have spoken had the interview been
conducted tn his own study instead of in
a prison cell, had left with him an Im
pression that he believed him to he what
he. without protestation or asseverations,
had stated himself to be—an innocent
man
Next to the interview with Betty, Rim
fctgton thanked God for his impression
It helped him more than he knew for it
gave him hack that most precious of gifts
of which imprisonment robs a man his
self respect
As Rimington sat now with an open
book on his knee facing the wall on
which hung those texts which spoke of
justice and mercy- of those Four Last
Things which the world contrives so suc
cessfully to forget —Rimington was think
ing of the chaplain, wondering if it would
be possible to intrust him with some last
message of hope for Betti that would
carry conviction to that broken heart
Words formed themselves in his brain,
grouped themselves Into phrases For an
instant it was almost as though he spoke
face to face with her
The Governor.
Then, with a thrill almost of vexation,
he heard the clang of the opening of
the cell door.
No chance now’ of a visitor of any vis
itor he cared to see. He had forbidden
the timid, horror-stricken woman al the
Red House to come up. as she had wished
to do. His uncle. It was probable, would
receive the Older of Release before he
himself did David Rimington was l\
Ing at the point of death. Saxe would
not come again. And Betty never again
In his life would he look on Betti That
was not possible for either of them
"To go before the governor'"
That was the curt direction given to
him Still with rebellion in his mind.
Rimington marched between his warders
Couldn't they leave him at peace now.’
That condemned cell was home-his last
home on earth He felt an odd reluctance
tn leave It
Even now as he went lie had no thought
of what awaited him Had the hour been
earlier he might have thought perhaps
that it was the end The warders, who
probably knew, or at least guessed, cast
curious glances at him as they went
Afterwards Rimington remembered lit
tle enough of the interview What hap
pened at It wiped the details from his
mind. He remembered vaguely the gov
ernor and the chaplain and some prison
officials to whom he could not have given
a name; hts own warders and that pre
vailing note of prison life, the remem
brance of which never laaves the man
who has done "time" the click and clang
of the keys
He noticed one thing and one thing only
-■-the look on the faces of the two men.
the governor and chaplain—a new light
in the eyes with which they regarded him.
which seemed to tell him. or so he
thought, the news before their lips did
“In consequence of the home
secretary has seen fit to commute
penal servitude "
Vague words buzzing in lack Rlmlng
ton's ears, that had grown strangely
dulled, and above them all one booming
word repeated over and over again Re
prieved! Reprieved'
And then that word. too. was drowned
by the strange buzz and roar that sound
ed in his ears, and a great veil of dark
ness descended on him. blotting out the
glomy room and the oddly impassive face
of the governor, the frankly joyful face of
the old chaplain He felt himself falling—
falling into an abyss where nothing mat
tered. neither the things of life nor death.
* * *
"Fainted, poor wretch'" one of the pris
on officials tn attendance on the governor
said, as they watched a warder, kneeling
by Bimington’s slAe and forcing brandy
between the tightly-clenched teeth "If he
only knew, he'd take it quick enough; it's
the last drink he's likely to get for many
a long day. Twenty years It works out at,
I suppose By George' it's hard to say,
but I think if the choice were offered to
me I’d prefer to swing Twentv years—
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It was the problem which presented it
self to Rimington as. later, he sat In the
cell to which he had been taken —no
longer that grim anteroom to Death's aud
ience chamber, but a temporary cell
where he would remain until he was
drafted out to begin the new life into
which he had been born—the life of a con
vict condemned to penal servitude for
life The reprieve which had been grant
ed to him—was It a blessing or a curse?
In those first moments in the govern
or's presence when he had realized that
he was not to die. his thoughts had rushed
out to embrace life with a joy and thanks
giving that had bee nso poignant in its
emotion as to cause that womanish faint
which had surprised and humiliated him.
Rut now facing the future—facing seven
thousand odd days and nights which
stretched between him and even the hop*
of liberty -it was very different.
Twenty Years,
Twenty years' In twenty years, if. by
the most exemplary behavior he succeeded
in never losing his remission marks, and
by an effort of self control, that even to
contemplate at that moment was a tor
ture. he could succeed in making himself
an absolutely passive instrument in the
hands of those who from henceforth would
have the ordering of bls life, he would be
a free man A free man! The words
echoed In Rlmington’s brain with a bitter
iron.' . An elderly man, broken by prison
life, demoralized perhaps, heaven knew,
by prison association A man who had
cheated the gallows by a fluke, who had
fallen out of his place in the world for
twenty years What mockery' A free
man a free man'
And Betty'.’
No. no; he must not think of her He
could not he would go mad. He must
shut out all though of her forever from
his heart —dig a grave for his love and
bury it deep, deep -stamp down the cold,
wet clay on it with ruthless feet. Betty
was lost to him now forever It was not
decent that a dea< man as he was should
associate himself in thought with a living
woman Before it had been different;
going out to death he had the right to
look forward to reunion beyond the stars
Now. In the twenty years that stretched
between them, much could happen It
was not conceivable that any woman
could wait twenty years for a— felon He
would pray every day that she would learn
to see the foil' of such waiting In twen
i y ' ears she might become the wife of an
other man. the mother of his children
Ah. Betty Betty! In twenty years! The
mockery of it'
He sprang to his feet, laughing mad
laughter laughter that rang through the
cell, waking no echo, attracting no atten
tion. They were used to the laughter, to
the tears that are allied to madness—
there In those four walls that are fronted
by the grim Gates of Silence.
• • •
Yet if al first he had found that It was
easier to face death with unfaltering
courage than this new life which stretched
out before him in an Illimitable vista of
monotony, lack Rimington began as the
i time passed to realize that life was sweet
In Hie possessing that even this life of
, servitude was impregnated with the per
i fume of hope.
The chaplain had visited him again,
ami the doctor also a less human per
, son than the chaplain, perhaps, but a
, good sort all the same who spoke cheery
words that Rimington did not forget.
"You're beginning as a prisoner in ear
nest. Well, let me give you an unofficial
tip. Give your will a rest cure while
you're in prison Good conduct in prison
and out of it are different things; 'men
tality’ 13 the most useless of sciences to
a lifer.' "
Beginning as a prisoner In earnest!
The words had an ugly ring. There had
been little enough of make-believe In
what he had endured hitherto, Rimington
, thought. But he was to realize very
’ acutely the gulf which exists between
the leniency of the treatment meted out
I to the man under sentence of death and
the regulation of penal servitude men
Hitherto he had known nothing by per
, sonal experience of the degradation of
, prison death, of the prison crop, of the
f physical examination all those Insignifi
cant Items which eat into the soul of the
gently nurtured man in prison, each, as
it were, a cut from the knife that whit
tles down his personality and reduces him
. to a human automaton without sn much
r as a name
r Leaving the Prison.
He left the prison that was to have
? been Ids place of execution and his grave
. on the afternoon following hilt reprieve.
; He had no idea of his destination, though
, from vague impressions in his own mind
, and from the conversation overheard in
j the prison van, he believed he was being
- drafted to Wormwood Scrubs
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
The Making of a Pretty Girl
No. 6.—How to Dress Appropriately
By Margaret Hubbard Ayer.
WHEN you go down the street you
Instinctively judge every girl
you meet by her clothes, don't
you? Do you realize that she Is judg
ing you by yours?
I recommended a young girl so- a po
sition as stenographer not long ago and
sent her with a letter to a friend of
mine who had a very good position to
offer.
The gir] was capable and efficient,
and was nicely and suitably dressed
at least she was when she left me with
the letter—but she evidently thought
she would improve herself by adding a
few trinkets and make a better impres
sion on her new employer, for 1 received
this irate message from him over lite
phone: "She's Impossible—! don't care
how well she can work —I can't stand
cheap jewelry—why should she wear n
big sparkling slim-slam on her chest in
the office? My wife would never think
of weating so many noisy jewels even
for a big dinner."
It was hopeless to argue with him. as
the thermometer was almost at boiling
point and the man was right anyhow. I
had a heart-to-heart talk with my small
girl. She won't make the mistake again
of wearing imitation diamonds, even in
the form of hatpins, during working
hours, for she was judged at once by
the most conspicuous thing about her,
the sparkle of cheap, pretentious and
absolutely false and unsuitable orna
ments
No Real Rule.
So much imitation jewelry is worn
nowadays that one can not merely wav?
it aside and call it all vulgar, as was
the custom even ten years ago.
There are plenty of good, near-pre
cious stones, but there Is one unfailing
rule for them. Never wear the imita
tion w hen it would not be good taste to
wear the real jewels if you possessed
them
No woman of the fashionable world
wears her beautiful diamonds with st
plain shirtwaist or a simple cotton
frock.
The woman of wealth never wears a
profusion of jewels except on state oc
casions and never by daylight. She
coniines herself to a brooch and lace
pins generally of semi-preclous stones
for morning wear such as are neces
sary to her costume. Incidentally it is
not considered good taste to wear many
rings on the middle Anger, for the sim
ple reason that this makes the hand
look larger and more awkward than
when the rings are placed on the fourth
finger of either hand.
SI,OOO Worth of Clothes.
The girl in the picture is wearing
SI,OOO worth of clothes, including her
hat. With this costume she could wear
jewels of any price, and were she to
wear good imitation jewelry no one
would ever believe that It was not gen
uine. But she looks as if she were a
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * By Beatrice Fairfax |
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TELL HIM YOU’VE FORGOTTEN.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young lady of nineteen,
and dearly in love with a young
man four years my senior. I love
him, but 1 know that he does not
love me. I know he loves another,
yet he often calls to see me on
Wednesday and Friday evenings.
He said he will take me into so
ciety to make me forget. It will
break my heart to give him up.
A CONSTANT READER.
Are you not making a mistake in <
letting him see that you love him? He
is most kind in offering to take you
into society to help you forget. I mar
vel at your lack of pride In failure to
resent it.
Tell him you have forgotten you ever
, loved him. And make your word good
by forgetting it.
THAT IS WHERE YOU ERR.
i Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am eighteen, and very much
In love with a man of twenty-one.
I have been going with him for
eight months, and he seems to care
t for me. but never told me so. Some
times he is very indifferent, and
this makes me angry, as I am never
that way to him. F. S.
You tell the source of all his cold
ness In that one line, "1 am never that
way to him.”
Why not? Why let him see that your
heart hangs on a branch, ready for
him to pick it whenever he pleases?
Meet his indifference with indiffer
ence. It will at least arouse his curi
osity, and a man who Is curious is
never inattentive.
LOVE OF MUSHROOM GROWTH.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am a young gentleman of
eighteen and deeply in love with a
lady about my age. I often meet
her on the street and she speaks
pleasantly and that is all. 1 do not
know her name or address, ami yet
1 feel that life is getting unbear
able without her love.
DISTRACTED.
You are in love, ‘'desperately.” with
a woman whose name you do not know?
Then how do you know she Is not mar
ried? Do you know if she is amiable,
intelligent, capable? Do you know if
she is really the kind of girl you want
for a wife?
Think all this over with a cooler
head. Perhaps you may’ decide your
Infatuation Is only a passing sentiment.
GO BACK TO THE BEGINNING.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am 22, and considered very
pretty. About eighteen months ago
I met a young man about the same
age, and kept company with him
six months. He told me he loved
me, and wanted me to marry him,
which I did not want to do. as he
had not a good salary I was called
away suddenly, and had no chance
to let him know, but wrote and eg*
J The girl in \
the picture is
S wearing n. *
■ SI,OOO worth ;
5 of clothes,
< including
her hat.
; With this ' :| w,
? costume she j fe-
/ could wear
i. jewels of '
any price. •' * TSK
$ Were she to
> wear good
I' imitation --9 H
jewelry no ' lOllllp
one would OBs , . \ ; O
believe that : sss? '■ T
it was not SSf J
genuine ||
V
s ”
ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS' WORTH OF CLOTHES.
• young person who does not believe in
. sham of any kind, sham jewels or
1 sham feelings.
1 Now. sham jewelry is almost always
1 detected, excepting when one is dressed
in such a manner as to throw the jew
els in the shade. If you wear inexpen
. sive frocks, wear plain and inconspic
r, uous pins; even a real pearl necklace
1 will be branded -as "fake” if it is worn
■> with an inappropriate costume.
? Whatever clothes you wear, see that
- they and all the accessories are appto
-1 priate. A party hat. and a raincoat
plained. I got no reply. Last sum
mer I went to Europe to try and
forget him. but failed. Recently I
have met him at two dances, ami
he was real nice to me. and wanted
to know where I lived, but I did not
tell him. Do you think he still
cares for me. and how could I win
back his love? HEARTBROKEN.
He wants to call; give him a chance.
Undoubtedly he is still interested in
you. and if you are at all clever you
can easily give him an opportunity to
disclose his feelings without letting
him know you sought the disclosure.
LET THINGS TAKE THEIR COURSE
Dean Miss Fairfax:
While at a dance I met a young
man' with whom 1 fell deeply in
lavp.. .He took me home and asked
to take me out. I refused, telling
him 1 1 did not know him well
enough. I haven't seen him since.
Kindly let me know how I can re
nf\y hjs friendship. LOVESICK.
You were right in refusing his at
tenfibns' on such slight acquaintance,
and. no ill can come to you because of
your decision
If he really cares, he will make op
portunity for getting better acquainted.
l T ntil he does, try not to think of him
Don't let yourself think for a moment
that you are in love with a man you
have seen only once.
HE WILL NOT MAKE YOU HAPPY.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am keeping company with a
Voting man who is desperately jeal
ous of all who pay the least bit of
attention to me. Although I love
him very dearly, I can not help but.
feel embarrassed when he gets an
gry because the boys all make a
fuss over me. WORRIED.
Jealousy is only another name for
selfishness. He is not the kind of a
man to make any woman happy, and if
a break should occur in your relations
I am sure it will be for your ultimate
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don't go together unless the hat is pro
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The business girl can't dress like her
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WHEREIN DOES HE FAIL?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am twenty and deeply in love
with a young man with whom 1
have been keeping company for the
past year. He says he loves me.
but does not seem to show it. He
has told tne several times that he
really loves me and would wish no
better girl for his companv.
E. M. M.
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been your steady company for two
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of failure to escort you to places of
amusement'.’
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'• Attired in an apron that would scare
inspiration away, and with her hair
twisted in a knot so hard the monkey
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articles, she looked ■ the part.
"I want to paint a picture of Hope,"
she mused. “1 don’t want the stereo
typed one of a maiden sitting in a
white kimono looking at a rose. I
want to be original.
She soliloquized no longer. but
worked with her paints with feverish
energy. Then she called her father
to criticise.
“Now what makes you paint such
grewsome things?” he complained.
"Who wants a picture of a man sitting
beside a grave?”
“That isn’t a grave," screamed Day
sey Mayme. “That’s a radish bed. and
he is waiting for the radishes to come
up. That is a picture of Hope.”
Lysander John mumbled something
about it being better to paint Hope as
a woman: that men didn't know what
hope is. and left the room. Daysey
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Mayme wiped out the radish bed and
began again.
Whet) her work was done this time
the canvas showed a woman with ,i
prophetic look in her eyes sitting <>>,
the ground. Behind her were a feu
rocks/ a little grass, and a lot of
stakes, set in the ground at regular
intervals.
In one corner Daysey Mayme painted
the title: "Hope As 'Defined in New
York."
"The woman." she explained, “gets
twenty a week as a stenographer
Fifteen years ago she bought a lot in
Scrub Valley, paying twelve dollars a
month, and which will be paid for !n
nineteen years.
"Every Sunday in the summer she
goes out to Scrub Valley and sits on
her lot and dreams dreams of how New
York will grow. She sees a fifteen
story skyscraper on the lot on the
left, and a twenty-four story sky
scraper on the lot on the right, and
she hears herself refusing seven
million for her property, knowing she
will get forty-two million if she holds
on till next week.
"That is the New York version of
Hope."