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, r .. _ THE GEOSaiAWS MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” By Meta Stmmins, Author of “Hushed Up” TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. To .lack Rlmington, waiting in prison tor death with a resignation which had in it nothing short of apathy, the news had aot yet come. Up 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 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 Rlmington of resignation to the will of God. of a heart serene in the storm as in the sunshine - Spoken In a manly 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 Rlmington, 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 he 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 gave him back 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—Rlmington was think ing of the chaplain, wondering if it would be possible to intrust him with some last message of hope for Betty that would carry conviction to that broken heart. Words formed themselves tn 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 beard the clang of the opening of the cell door. No chance now of a visitor of any vis itor he eared to see. He had forbidden the timid, horror-stricken woman at the Red House to come up. as she had wished to do. His uncle. It was probable, would receive the Order of Release before he himself did. David Rlmington was ly Ing at the point of death. Saxe would not come again. And Betty—never again in his life would he look on Betty. 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 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 officials 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 citing 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 Rlming 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 * * i* "Fainted, poor wretch!" one of the pris on officials tn attendance on the governor said, as they watched a warder, kneeling by Rimington'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. 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ATLANTA GA 6 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 w'ould remain until he was drafted out to begin the new' life into which he had been born—the life of n 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 ors 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 neo poignant in its emotion as to cause that womanish faint w’hich had surprised and humiliated him. But now facing the future —facing seven thousand odd days and nights which stretched bet ween him and even the hope 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 his life, he would be a free man. A free man! The words echoed In Rimington'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 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 dead 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 folly of such waiting In twen ty years 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 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, .lack 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 bad 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 in what he had endured hitherto. Rlmington 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 cut from the knife that whit tles down his personality and reduces him to a human automaton without so much as a name Leavlnq the Prison. He left the prison that was to have been his, place of execution and his grave on the afternoon following hts reprieve He hail no idea of his destination, though from vague impressions in his 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. 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 for a po sition as stenographer not long ago and sent her with a Setter to a friend of mine who had a very good position to offer. The girl was capable and efficient, and was nicely and suitably dressed al 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 —I can’t stand 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 W'as 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 w on'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, nea -pre 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 world wears her beautiful diamonds with a 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 confines herself to a brooch and lace pins generally of semi-precious stones for morning wear such as ate 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 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 I 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. hut 1 know that he does not love me. 1 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. Dear Miss Fairfax: 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 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 M iss Fairfax: I am a young gentleman of eighteen and deeply in love with a lady about my age. 1 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 ried? Do you know if she is amiable, intelligent, capable? Do you know if she is really the kind of girl yo i 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 ver\ 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 to had not a good salary. I was called away suddenly, and had no chance to let him know, but wrote and ex- ! the picture is \ / wearing . ) SI,OOO worth $ t,, \ . ; of clothes, including xT” . her hat with this ra y ; costume she could wear ; jewels of j ' any price. '< . WEIk ’ ’ Were she to x " ‘ wear good J '/ 1 ; imitation j||||aO£y . jewelry no , ? one would A* «2’ s % ' W 1 / believe that ? ,it was not 5 - _ i yW’ gen nine fl| Zi,iwWW|p A a / iMIMMaMMMa pseS&i MlWl Ba SB® -i Hl W1 ■w IM hBPt ONE THOUSAND DOLLARS' WORTH OF CLOTHES. ■ young person who does not believe in sham of any kind, sham jewels or sham feelings. i Now. sham jewelry is almost always i 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 • uous pins; even a real pear! 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. i priate. A party hat and a raincoat plained. I got no reply. Last sum mer I went to Europe to tty and forget him, but failed. Recently I 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. 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 1 him know you sought the disclosure. LET THINGS TAKE THEIR COURSE , Dear Miss Fairfax: While at a dame I met a young man with whom I fell deeply in love. H? took me home and asked to take me out. I 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. Until lie 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, 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 w oman happy, and if a break should occur in your relations I am sure it will be for your ultimate good. I Poteet l/cuMecf! Git the Original and Genuine HORLIGK’S MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. For Infants, In valids.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 lunch prepared in a minute. Take no substitute. Ask for HORLICK'S. Afof in Any Milk Trust don't go together unless Lite hat is pro tected by a veil. The business girl can't dress like her sister who stays at home, nor should the busy, housewifely w oman dodge th<- early morning diess question by slip ping on a wrapper. The shirtwaist suit buttoned in front in one piece is a blessing even greater than were the shirtwaist and skirt, and it has eorrte to stay. There is no reason for untidiness on one hand and overdressing on the other, for these simple frocks are with in the means of almost all of us. 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 he loves me. but does not seem to show it. He has told me several times that lie really loves me and would wish no better girl for his company. E. M. M. He tells >ou lie loves you; he has 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 amusement? if the former, don't have anything more to do with him. If the latter, perhaps he can't afford it. Beautify the Complexion IN TEN DAYS \ Nadinola CREAM / \ The Unequaled Beautifier 1" 1!“™ r USED AND ENDORSED BY L_Z THOUSANDS W T Guaranteed to remove i'llr tan, freckles, pimples, y liver-spots, etc. Extreme cases twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of impurities. Leaves the skin clear, soft, healthy. Two sizes, 50c. and SI.OO. By toilet counters or mail. NATIONAL TOILET COMPANY. Parti. Torn. Low Summer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, SI 9.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - 530.00 I KNOXVILLE - $7.90 ; Tickets on Sale Daily, Good to October 31st, Returning City Ticket Office,4 Peachtree Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By Frances L. Garside THE most that may be said about Daysey Mayme Appleton as an artist is that she has all the paraphernalia and the mannerisms. Attired in an apron that would scare inspiration away, and with her hair twisted in a knot so hard the monkey wrench has been added to her toilet articles, she looked the part. "I want to paint a picture of Hope,” she mused. "I 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 tilings'.”’ 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 cotne 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 — L< Wwlo Anty Drudge Tells How to Do “Dry Cleaning” at Home. His TFt/e—“Come out from under there. George! You? clothes will be all covered with grease again and you know it won’t come off. We’ll walk home.” Anty Drudge— “ Let him fix it, Dearie; and don’t fear the grease. Fels-Naptha will take out all the grease spots anti stains. It's as good for ’dry cleaning' gar ments as it is for washing 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 ? -v . You know. Boiling clothes, making fires, hard rubbing. Fels-Naptha lops it all off, takes it out of your washday program. itself does all the work that you yourself would have to do in the roundabout way, summer or winter. And it does it in cool or lukewarm water, without hot fire, without nauseous suds or steam in the house, without hard rubbing. Have you the will to cut loose from the old ways—to free yourself from this drudgery ? Follow the easy directions on the back of the red and green wrapper. SCHOOL FOR BOYS STONE MOUNTAIN. GA. UAIVERSITY SCHOOL FOR BOYS Is a regular school where boys are taught and not ju«t cornpellea 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 g'entleman, not taugn by books, are inculcated; where a sound, healthy body is developed coincident with a broad, quick mind. tt? school where boys are transformed into men equipped, mentally and physically to take up Use 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 boyß. More than 1 wenty percent, of the student body, each year, are brothers of former students. „ , ... , G/ve us a bay; we'll aive you a man. cataiog and information furnished. Address SANDY BEAVER, Principal. Box 5J STONE MOUNTAIN, CA Shorter (plleg&r \ High Grade Inttituhon For Young Women. Beautifully located near the Mountains, in tho most healthful section of I the South—not a death in the College during the forty years )f i' 9 J existence. Every convenience of modern home. Only two g> >' B ** a room with large study bet ween every two rooms. Every buildi rt X re-**nforced concrete, absolutely fire-proof thoroughly nudern. 'WW'» 105 acres in grounds and campus. Faculty chosen from nn^- f American and European Universities. Full Literary Course ’ rfFv’ ingtoA.B. degree; unexcelled advantages in Music, Art. Fxpr***' A m •* on - s P e<, » al attention to Physical Development. Catalog n ”■ X i A * W ’ VAN Moosc ’ c * ‘r I„. _ y Mayme wiped out the radish bed anc j began again. When her work was done this time the canvas showed a woman with h prophetic look in her eyes sitting on the ground. Behind her were a few rocks, a little grass, and a lot ~f stakes, set in the ground at regular Intervals. In one comer 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 in 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."