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THE GEOBOIAM’S MAGAZINE PAGE The Gates of Silence” By Meta St mm ins, Author of "Hushed I’p" TODAY’S installment To -lack Rimington. waiting in prison for death with a resignation which had in it nothing short of apathy, the news had not yet come. I'p until now he had not heard so much B? a whisper of the agitation which was being conducted in his favor, in the con demned cell 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 tlje sunshine spoken in a manly way that had brought g 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 in his own study instead of in a prison cell, had left with him an im pression that he believed him to be what he. without protestation or asseverations, had stated himself to be-an innocent man. Next to the interview with Betty, Rim ington thanked God for his impression. It helped him more than he knew—for it (rave him back that most precious of gifts of which Imprisonment robs a man—his self respect. As Rimington aat now with an open hook 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 tor Betty that would nerry oottviotlon to that broken heart. Words formed themeelves in bls brain, grouped tbemeetvee into phrases. For an tnstarrt it was almost as though he spoke faee to face with her. The Governor. T7>en, with a thrill almost of vexation. tM heard the clang of the opening of the oefl door. No chance now of a visitor-of any vis ttor he eared to aee. He had forbidden the timid, horror-stricken woman at the Red Rerase to come up, as she had wished to do. Hie uncle, it was probable, would receive the Order of Release before he htmseK did. David Rimington was ly tag at the point of death. Raxe would not come again. And Betty—never again in his life would he look on Betty That was not poesibie for either of them "To go before the governor!” That was the curt direction given to him. Still with rebellion In hfs mind. Rimington marched between his warders Couldn't they leave him at peace now? That condemned cell was home—hls last home on earth. He felt an odd reluctance to leave it. Even now as he went he 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 cfficlals to whom he could not have given a name: his own warders and that pre vailing note of prison life, the remem brance of which never leaves the man who has done "time"—the click and cla’ng 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 tips did “In conaequenoe of . . . the home secretary has seen fit to commute penal aervfttsde . . Vague words framing tn Jack Rtming •orfa ears, that ted grown strangely dulled, and above them all one booming wvfl repeated over and over again: Re prterrwW Reprieved’ ted then that word, too, was drowned by the strange buzz and roar that sound ed In Ms ears, and a great veil of dark ness descended on him, blotting out the gtomy room and the oddly Impassive face of the governor, the frankly Joyful face of the old chaplain. He felt himself falling— filling into an abyss where nothing mat tered, neither the things of life nor death. ... '"Painted, poor wretch!" one of the pris on officials in attendance on the governor eadd, ae they watched a warder, kneeling hy Rlmtngton’s side 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 M works out at. I suppose. 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" a “ i the problem which presented it •‘H io hiningion as, later, he sat in the cell to whieli 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. Ihe 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 be 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. But now -facing the future—facing seven thousand odd days and nights which stretched between him and even the hope of liberty it was very different. Twenty Years. Twenty years! In twenty years. If. by the most exemplary behavior be 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 his life, he would be a free man. A free man! The words echoed tn Rlmlngton's brain with a bitter Irony. 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 bls 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 dead man as he was should associate himself In thought with a living woman. Before ft had been different; going out to death he had the right to look forward to reunion beyond the stars. Now, tn the twenty years that stretched between them, much could happen. It was not conceivable that any woman could waft twenty years for a—felon. He would pray every day that she would learn to see the folly* of such waiting. Tn twen ty years she might become the wife of an other man. the mother of hls children Ah, Betty—Betty! In twenty years! The mockery of It! He sprang to hls 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 at 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, Jack Rimington began as the time passed to realize that life was sweet in the possessing—that even this life of servitude was impregnated with the per fume of hope. The chaplain had visited him again, and 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' Is 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 tn 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 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 physical examination—all those Insignifi cant Items which eat into the soul of the gently nurtured man in prison, each, as it were, a out from the knife that whit tles down hls personality and reduces him to a human automaton without so much as a name. Leaving the Prison. He left the prison that was to have been hls place of execution and his grave on the afternoon following hls reprieve. He had no Idea of his destination, though from vague Impressions in hfs own mind and from the conversation overheard in 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. UTHEN 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 for a po sition as stenographei not long ago and sent her with a letter to a friend of mine who had s 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 I received this irate message from him over the phone: "She's impossible—l don’t care how well she can work—l can't s'and cheap Jewelry—why should she wear a big sparkling slim-slam on her chest in the office? .My wife would never think of wearing 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 lite mistake again of wearing imitation diamonds, even in the form of hatpins, during norking hours, for she was judged a. once by the most conspicuous thing about h r. 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 wave it aside and call it ail vulgar, as was the custom even ten years ago. There are plenty of good, nea -prc cious stones, but there Is one unfailing rule for them. Never wear the Imita tion when it would not be good taste to wear the real jewels if you possessed them. No woman of the fashionable wo! 1 wears her beautiful diamonds with t plain shirtwaist or a simple cotton frock. The woman of wealth never wears a profusion of jewels except on state o< - casions and never by daylight. Shi confines herself to a brooch and lai pins generally of semi-precious .‘■tones 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 finger, 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 tn 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 t ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN > * By Beatrice Fairfax 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 I 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 bteak mv 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. 1 mar vel at your lack of pride In failure to resent It. Tell him you have forgotten you evei loved him. And make your word good by forgetting it. THAT IS WHERE YOU ERR. Dear Miss Failfax: I 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 for me. but never told me so. Some times he is . very indifferent, and this makes me angry, as 1 am never that way to him. F. S. You tell the source of all his cold i ness in that one line, "1 am never that I 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 al least arouse his curl-, oslty, 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, and yet I 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- i lied? Do you know if she Is amiable, intelligent, capable? Do you know if i she is really the kind of girl you want I 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 conxidced very [dotty About eighteen months ago I met a young man about the same age, and kept company with him i six months. He told me he loved me ami wanted me to marry him, which I did not want to do, as he had not a good salary. I was called II w ,11 sudd, nA . and had no chtim e I to let him know, but wrote and ex- J The girl in ; | the picture is ' ,X ; wearing N ; SI,OOO worth . >f 1 ’ lll,l ' Wif ° tb ■ w cort-r.'.e she \ ; cov.kt wear je ' vckof aiy price. 5 Were she to 1 wear good je ' vclry iT wW : ;fl| < one would WWW . W < believe th. t ' fife Isl " j it was not genuine Maw phr UMi v 11111 i ~ Oiol IB iifeit If ONE THOUSAND DOLLA RS' WO RTH OF CLOTHES. young p; son who does not believe in sham of any kind, sham jewels or sham feelings. Non. sham jewelry is almost always flotected, excepting when one is dressed in such a manner as to throw the jew els in tlie shade. If you wear Inexpen sive frocks, wear plain and inconspic uous pins: even a real pearl necklace 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 appio priate. A party hat and a raincoat plained. I got no reply. East sum mer I. went to Europe to try and forget him, but failed. Recently 1 have met him at two dances, and 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. Endoubtedlj h>- is still interested in you, and if you are at al! 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 Dear Miss Fairfax: While at a dance 1 met a young man with whom I fell deeply In love. He took me home and asked to take me out. 1 refused, telling him I did not know him well enough. I haven't seen him since. Kindly let me know how I can re new his friendship. LOVESICK. You were right In refusing his at tentions 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. I'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 young man who is desperately jeal- ] ous of all who pay the least bit of attention to me. Although I love him very dearly, 1 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 1 am sure it will be for your ultimate good. Shotect IfcuUcty! Get the Original and Genuine HORLIGK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, Invalids, and Growing children. Pure Nutrition, up building the whole body. Invigorates the nursing mother and the aged. Rich milk, malted grain, in powder form. A quick luneb prepared in a minute. Take no substitute. Ask for HORLICK’S. IVof /» A/jy Milk Trust don’t go together unless the hat is pro tected by a veil. The business girl can't dress like he: sister who stays at home, nor should the busy, housewifely w oman dodge th* early morning dress question by slip ping on a wrapper. The shirtwaist suit buttoned in front in one piece is a blessing even greater than were lh< shirtwaist and skirt, and It has come to stay. There is no reason for untidiness on one hand and ovet dressing on the other, for these simple frock- are with in the means of almost all of us. I WHEREIN DOES HE FAIL? Dear Miss Fairfax: I am twenty and deeply in love with a young man with whom I have been keeping company for the past year. He says lie loves me. hut does not seem to show it. He has told me several times that he really loves me and would wish no better girl for his company. E. M. M. He tells you he loves you: lie ha.- been your steady company for two years. Two proofs he does. Is the third proof lack of respectful attention or failure to escort you to places of amusemenl ? If the former, don't have anything mote to do with him. If the latter, perhaps he can't afford it. 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"I don't want the stereo typed one of a maiden silting In a white kimono looking at a rose. I want to be original. She . oliloquized no longer. but worked with her paints with feverish energy. Then she called her father to criticise. "Now w hai makes you paint such glow some things?" he cornpl.lined. "Who wants a picture of a man -itting beside a grave'.”' " I'tia; isn', 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 ■ miething about it being better to paint' Hope as i woman: that men oidii'l know what hope is. and left tin- rOom. Davsey V >5 ‘ pw' • V'>:-?4' fll )\ ■. HB, As id ” WKeWOWw ~ Anty Drudge Tells How to Do “Dry Cleaning” at Home. J/is llt/r- "('..mo out Iroin under there, George! You? clothes will be all covered wit 11 grease again and you know it won't come off. We’ll walk home.” A nly Ih-udyr— "Let him fix if. Dearie; and don’t fear the grease. I'els-.X'aptha will ta\*e out all the grease spots dp] -tains. j:'s as good for “dry cleaning’ gar ments uj it. is lor was-binc clothes.” Where there's a will there’s away. But, usually, only one way. Fels-Naptha is the way through which you can free yourself from the drudgery of the old-fashioned washday— if you will. What is that drudgery ? ou know. Boiling clothes, making fires, hard rubbing. Fels-Naptha lops it ail off, takes it out of your washday program. itself does all the w r ork that, you yourself would have to do in the roundabout way, summer or winter. /Xnd it does it in cool or lukewarm water, without hot fire, without nauseous suds or steam in the house, without hard rubbing. Have jew the will to cut loose from the old ways —to free yourself from this drudgery? hollow the easy directions on the back of the red and green wrapper. WHIIBB. 11.—W—g—W— ■. ■<>— UNIVERSifY SCHOOL FOR BOYS STONE MOUNTAIN, CA. Jfe; UNIVERSITY S< TIOOL FOR BOYS In a regular school where boys are taught and not just compelled to attend classes. A school fashioned after the old style system of tutoring where in dividual instruction is given each student; where the finer attributes of a gentleman, not taught by books, are inculcated; where a sound, healthy body is developed coincident with a broad, quick mind. A school where l>oys are transformed into men equipped, mentally and physically to take up Life’s duties or given a firm foundation on which to build their education in the higher institu tions of learning. This is done by limiting the students to 96, one instructor for every ten boys. More than Fwenty per cent, of the student body, each year, are brothers of former students. dive us a boy; we'll give you a mam Handsome Illustrated catalog and information burnished. A<idres« SANDY BEAVER, Principal. Box 53 STONE MOUNTAIN, CA. A High Grade Inetituhan For Young Women. x-r I Beautifully located near the Mountains, in th, n>o«t healthful section of I the South—not a death in the College durins the forty years of its *■' Sti nce. Every convenience of modern home. Only two girls to f "P J a room with large study between every two rooms. Every building a oA Gifcjfp of re-enforc’d concrete, absolutely tire-proof thoroughly modern, ’aKSrc", l" > acres 11 grounds and campus. Faculty chosen from finest American and European Universities. Full Literary Course lead ingtoA. R. degree: unexcelled advantages in Music. Art. Exprea flLXVfrT slon. Special attention to Physical Development Catalog on ra» (ip..' — 1 , r We \ Wx quest. A - W ' VAN HOOSE, President, Rome, Go. "jft ." J i ■- ■- , , . Mayme wiped out the radish bed and begun again. When her work was done this time the canvas showed a woman with a prophetic look in her eyes sitting on the ground. Behind her were a few locks, 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." "Th< woman," she explained, "gets twenty a week as a stenographer. Fifteen years ago she bought a lot in S tub Valley, paying twelve dollars A month, and which will be paid for in nineteen years. “Every Sunday in the summer she goes out to Scrub Valley and sits on her Io: and dreams dreams of how New York will grow She sees a fifteen slory skyscraper on the lot on tlie. left, and a twenty-four story sky scraper on the lot on tlie 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. "fn-ii is the New York version of Hope."