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‘‘The Gates of Silence”
By Meta Stmmins, Author of “Hushed Up"
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
He paused, and the servant with a pre
liminary cough broke into the silence.
"If you please, sir,” he said, "the lady
has already called several times without
w*< appointment, and has never been able
to see you.”
As a rule. Dr. Merton was somewhat
intolerant of interruption, a fact of which
experience had made the servant aware,
though it had not succeeded in breaking
what was an inveterate habit. This
morning, however, the doctor looked up at
the man with interest.
“Is that so, indeed?” he said, and his
tone was reflective rather than inter
rogatory.
Then, almost, as though he had forgot
ten his previous words, he added:
Will See Her.
"I shall see no one after Mrs. Bar
rington this morning, Tyson.”
The servant left the room. For an in
stant the master stood staring at the fire.
Then, with an abrupt change of manner,
he went quickly out of the study, and.
humming a tune, ran up the stairs three
at a time, with the agility of a school
boy and knocked at the door of his wife's
room.
The woman, who was writing letters at
a little oak bureau, set in the angle be
tween the fireplace and the window,
sprang up to meet him.
“Oh, Bob, I was afraid you had for
gotten," she said, and there was just
a touch of querulousness in her voice,
despite its sweetness.
“Forgotten?” The doctor bent over her
and took her in his arms. “Forgotten
my Squirrel?" His lips rested for an
instant on her hair. Robert Merton and
his wife had been married for nearly a
‘ year, and they were lovers still.
"I hive been writing to father," Mrs.
Merton said. “He is coming to town —
isn't it delightful? Os course I have
asked him to come here."
There was a faint movement, as though
she raised her head to glance at her
husband's face, but Merton’s head was
still bent over hers
“Os course,”, he murmured, quickly, and.
the tone, though lacking nothing in cor
. diality. would have sounded forced to
any other listener’s ears. “Os course you
did. Squirrel."
But even while he spoke, over his wife’s
head his eyes sought out and rested on
one of the photographs on the mantel
piece beyond—a panel length photograph
Jn a silver frame representing a cleric
In full canonicals, a man hard featured
' and self satisfied looking, in whose un
pleasing face there was yet an unmis
takable resemblance to the woman at his
side.
“Oh. Bob- how. dear you are! And I
can say you would write, only—well, of
course, I'm here to write for you! But
you tinderstand, don’t you, how sensitive
he is?’’
“Os course.“said Merton again. But he
felt a grim desire to laugh. He disliked
his father-in-law almost as much as he
loved his wife, and that was saying
a good deal, and in his unbiased opinion
the Rev. Harold Beauchamp was as sen
sitive in disposition as was an elephant
in its skin.
He was almost glad when the striking
of the clock warned him he must go
downstairs. The thought of Canon Beau
champ's approaching visit had added to
the depression that seemed this morning
to hang about him like a cloud.
“Run away. now. beloved. I wouldn't
keep you here a moment from your won
derful work. Healer- peace bringer!"
A Loving Wife.
She repeated the last words under her
breath as -she stood alone, i-lien went
back Io her desk. The mirror that
hung above it reflected her face for a
moment, wrapt in ineffable Content, dark
eyes radiant with love and trust. Then
the small head bent i ver the paper again
'and the Hying band wrote:
“My busband is as ever, dear father,
the most wonderful gift God ever gave to
a woman- strong, gentle in the fullest
and truest sense of the words; I can say
a man without fear and without re
proach "
Yet even at that moment, downstairs in
the pleasant consulting room, the man of
whom she wrote was listening with a less
than perfunctoiy interest to the com
plaints and symptoms of his first patient,
a hypo-chrondr.ac cf tiie first water, see
ing all the time on the horizon of the fu
ture that little cloud of fear no bigger
than a man's hand which bad started up
at the sight of a woman's name written
in his consulting book, growing momen
tarily greater.
"You must positively promise to give up
doctoring yourself, Miss Grieve, if you
expect me to attend to your case,”
hi said. “That, in fact, is my advice in
a nutshell —a rigid abstinence from the
an ml joys of the local chemist and his
sugar-coated pills that our paternal gov
ernment makes it so easy for the nervous
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I should even advise you to abstain from
so much as glancing at any of the mor
bid cases you read of in the evening pa
pers; try the feuilleton page instead —you
will find it quite as thrilling and perfect
ly innocuous.”
He hardly realized how his tongue had
run on till something in the grim, color
ous face in front of him, with its gather
ing cloud of bewilderment and anger, gave
: him warning. Then, with a few rapid
phrases, he dismissed her, and with her —
he was quite conscious of this —a lucra
tive patient with considerable influence in
certain wealthy Scottish quarters.
He was glad to see her upright, dis
approving back disappear out of the door,
nevertheless, muttering to himself as he
rose and paced the room. “Jove! for the
pow-er and the right for one w'hole day
to sit here and tell these fools the whole
truth and nothing but the truth!"
EDITH’S TURN.
“Mrs. Barrington is in the waitifig
room, sir. and Miss Thornton's maid has
just phoned that her mistress is unable to
keep her appointment.”
At another time Morton might have re
gretted this—he liked Miss Thornton, an
actress by profession and a charming
woman in every way, who very heroically
bore in secret an illness that might have
saddened a braver heart. This morning
he felt a thrill of relief. Now he would
be able to set those ridiculous fears of
his scuttling back to their prison-place in
his'heart.
“I will see Mrs. Barrington and after
' her no one else,” he said.
He was standing with his back to the
light, waiting, every iheh the impassive
physician who hid the detective's sus
picions under his suave exterior, when
the woman came quietly into the room.
There was none of that accompaniment
to which he was accustomed in the wom
an of fashion —the faint rustle of silken
skirts, the twinkle of pendant chains —in
this entry. Mrs. Barrington came in as
her own maid might have done —stood re
vealed to him as plainly, almost shab
bily. dressed, but as a woman who. even
in this unworthy setting, was beautiful
startling beautiful to this man who had
1 seen her before only haggard and worn
out by fatigue and grief, and even then
had thought her beautiful.
There was grief in this white face
now, framed by its cloudy hair; latent
tragedy in the dark eyes that met his with
so direct and challenging a look. But the
veil of convention was down between them
as it had not been on that night in the
shaded room.
“Won’t you sit down?” Even after he
had greeted her and she had responded
to his greeting she made no movement
forward from where she stood.
Face to Face.
“Ah, yes." Mechanically Edith seated
herself in the chair he indicated. Her
tongue, now that she was here, face to
face with the man she sought, seemed
tired, it was as though the effort it had
cost her to come had exhausted her power
of initiative. Indeed, now that she was
here, the dreadful apathy that had been
upon her since that night when she had
fled before her husband's upraised.•
threatening arm settled itself on her once
more. What was the good? Even if now
she could secure the proof as to the
truth of the story she had told him—
what would Anthony Barrington care?
The child was dead—the barrier was
burst. He had said words to her there
in that room where the dead child lay
that no self-respecting woman could ever
i forget.
Only—she was not self-respecting. She
possessed nothing it seemed to her now,
but one intense desire —to be taken once
more to the arms of the man she loved,
and held, forgiven, there.
“You have come to consult me, Mrs.
Barrington"" The doctor broke the si
knee. The woman’s eyes were fixed on
his face with a sombre intensity, and
now that little cloud on the horizon had
grown great and overshadowing—he could
see the black reflection of it in those in
tent and questioning eyes.
"Yes, to consult you. to ask your help
in a very delicate and difficult matter.”
There was entreaty in Edith's voice.
That night, when the first flash of recog
nition had come to her, her impulse had
been to denounce. Wisdom had come to
er since then —the knowledge that she
must strive to convert this man into an
ally, not an enemy. And surelj- that
ought not to be so difficult. She had
heard much of his reputation lately—a
man whom children loved and women
trusted. Surely, surely such a man could
not be wholly bad. Yet as she looked at
him she was conscious that his face
hardened. The thought unnerved her;
she blundered clumsily into her task.
No Recollection.
"You don't remember me?" she asked.
"Ah,” she continued quickly, for he had
interrupted her. "our first meeting was
not the other night; I was not a married
woman when we first met.”
"Indeed, I have no recollection of the
pleasu re"—
There was a veiled insolence in his tone
and look. Edith felt that even if he had
not done her that bitter wrong in the
past she would still have hated him in
stinctively—hated and feared him.
“My name was Lumsden. We met in
such a quaint little place—eight years
ago. yet I feel you can not possibly forget
it—at Runescot.”
Her eyes never left his face. She could
have sworn that at the mention of her
name a change of expression had crossed
it; but the mention of Runescot found it
as immovable as a mask. He settled
himself back in his chair.
“Eight years ago? 1 think you are
mistaken, Mrs. Barrington. Eight years
ago I was in Africa, and. though Runescot
Is an adorable little village to which I
frequently recommend my patients, even
so recently as eighteen months ago I had
never seen it.”
“I think, if you will be kind enough to
make an effort.” Edith said, with a sort
of desperate politeness, “that you will re
member. It is impossible that I could be
mistaken; you are not the sort of man
one forgets, Dr. Merton. You must know
that- from your birth your eyes must
have made you a marked man. She saw
his hands go up and nervously adjust his I
glasses that hid the curious parti-colored I
iris. "Your voice betrays you. Please I
think; I want you to remember you can
not imagine how earnestly those days at
Runescot with your friend, Edmond Le- I
vasseur."
"Edmond I evasseur?” This time there i
was no possible doubt that his face had -
changed. “How odd that you should men
tion Levasseur' Poor chap; that was the!
man who came to such an untimely end I
the oilier day. I I"
He paused, remembering in what man-’
tier the man met his death, and looked at j
the woman before him with a dawning I
horror in his eyes
“<'erlalnly I remember Levasseur, whom I
I knew at one time abroad, but I fa.l
forgive me. Mr* Barrington to connect I
him with yourself or with Runescot "
To Be Continued tn Next Issue. |
Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites
SOME GENERAL RULES BY GLADYS ZELL
By GLADYS ZELL
I SPEND half an hour every day on
“prettying” up and two hours on
Sunday. Few gitls have more
time than that to devote to their looks,
and if one gives this amount of time
regularly to one’s personal appearance
there is no reason why one should not
always be well groomed.
This is how I manage: 1 divide the
lime up in two parts—fifteen minutes
in the morning and the same at night.
Os course, I am not counting the time
spent on dressing and a daily bath,
which should just take live minutes. If
you keep your hands, hair and face in
good otder and take one hour a week
for mending your clothes, you will find
that you can dress very quickly and
you are really not spending any more
time in “beautifying" than the girl who
just dawdles around when she should
be getting dressed.
Before I go to bed every night I
brush my bair for five minutes by the
clock. That doesn’t seem a long- time
when you say five minutes’ but if you
are brushing it gives you plenty of op
portunity to shine and brighten your
hair and make it glossy and smooth.
After I have braided ft into two plaits
I pin it around my head and then start
in to look after my complexion.
A Good Cream,
I get a good cleansing cream, which 1
use in quantities and rub this on my
face thoroughly. This doesn't ta>ke
more than a minute, and the cream has
already made my fingers greasy, so I
am ready to give five minutes to mani
curing. I use the same cream to soften
the cuticle around the edge of the
nails, and, as I do it every night, thy
cuticle never has to be cut, but can be
pressed down with a little orange wood
stick and then with the finger and the,
edge of the towel. I give my nails a
touch with the emery board, shaping
them a little every flight, so they very
seldom have to be cut at all. as I keep
them filed down in this way. After the
cuticle is softened and the nail nicely
shaped I put on a little more of the
cream, dip my buffer in the polishing
powder and polish my nails for about a
minute. One minute a day is plenty
long enough.to produce and keep a nice,
polish on th£ nails, provided, of course,
you don’t omit a single evening.
Now, I wash my hands in warm
water and then in cold and have used
five more minutes of my evening time.
The cold rinsing water which I use for
my hands 1 dabble over my face and
begin a, quick . massage, stroking and
pinching my cheeks hard. This brings
color into the cheeks and the cold water
is a fine tonic. After two or three min
utes. I wipe my face off thoroughly on a
soft towel, the cream bringing all the
impurities with it. In all, I spend fif
teen hiinutes on myself, but I don't
stop for a second and whatever I am
doing I do it with all my might and
main, whether it is hair brushing, face
massage or cleaning my nails.
The Usual Lemon,
Ip the morning I spend five more
minutes on my face, bathing it with
warm water and soap, and then rinsing
off with cold again. In the morning I
also use lemon on my neck so as to
whiten it. Just a small piece of lemon
rubbed over the skin is all one needs.
After that wipe 'the neck off witli a
wash cloth, in a few’ days the neck
will be just as white as a c hild's, and
you won’t have those ugly collar stains.
The other ten minutes in the morning
are given over to exercise. I find the
very best one is the bending exercise
ADVICE TO THE LOVELORN * By Beatrice Fairfax
WOULD BE A FOOLISH QUESTION.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am deeply in love with a youn"
man 22 years old. He often takes
me to my door and talks to me in
such away that it shows he loves
me. He asked me to go out witli
him. I refused, and he said to me:
"Ain't I good enough to walk with
you?" Let me know if I should ask
him whether he cares to go with
me for good, or lust like a friend.
HEARTBROKEN S. P.
if you are fond of each other, and he
is an honorable young man, I hope you
will accept his attentions without ques-'
tion as to his intentions.
What they may be will develop in
time, and you will only lose what you
desire in pressing him. Perhaps h
doesn’t know himself, and upon your
attitude will depend his decision.
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MISS GLADYS ZELL.
(One of the Ziegfeld beauties in “The Winsome Widow” company.)
which is dme like this: I stand up
straight with my feet quite far apart,
binding the knees and lowering the
body a little. I try to bend first to one
side and then to the other, then for
ward and back, then I try the jumping
exercise, which makes you very light
on your feet and is done by jumping as
high as one can and trying to land on
the same spot. This exercise will 4 wake
you up sooner than anything else if you
are sleepy and dull in the morning. Be
tween these exercises I go to the win
dow and breathe regularly and as deep
as .I can; this ftx-eafhing exercise wa«
given to me by my singing teacher,
and I think it is a very good one. it is
done like this:
Put your hands over your diaphragm
—if you don’t know where it is you will
find it around by your lower ribs in
the place where the comedian points to
when he wants to indicate his heart.
Begin to breathe in little puffs of breath
so that you feel your ribs expanding,
breathe in just as much air as you
can and then hold the breath as long
as you can, and let it go very carefully
and'gently.
On Sundays.
This is the way 1 spend half an hour
a day in trying to njake the best of
what looks I may have. On Sundays I
THAT’S NO SIGN OF LOVE.
Dear Miss Fairfax: •
I am a young girl eighteen years
of age and an desperately in love
with a young man about my age. I
have never been out to places of
amusement with him, but have held
conversation with him. During
such time he seems to be very
much interested. 1 heard he likes
another girl. H. A. M.
1 judge Horn your letter you are
building a great love gn a very little
hope. He doesn’t pay you any atten
tion and he goes with another girl.
But—he is interested in your conver
sation! My dear, that is no indication
that he loves you or ever will.
Can't you fol get him, and make up
your mind not to give your love so
shampop my hair, and while It is dry
ing I give iny nails a thorough mani
cure, which makes it unnecessary to
devote more than five minutes a day to
them for the rest of the week. Fortu
nately, the prettiest styles in hair
dressing are quite simple, and if you
keep your hair well brushed it Is bound
to look nice. During the hot and sticky
weather I brushed a handful of orris
root into it at night, which helped to
dry it out and free from oil.
While I am drying my bair I make
out a list of what ought to be mended
in -my wardrobe, and this helps me
very much, because when I have the
time 1 know exactly what sewing must
be done, and I don't lose a minute
trying to remember. I have made up
my mind, anyhow, that most of us
girls if we were only a little bit sys
tematic about our wardrobes and beau
ty culture, could get much more time
in which to devote to Interesting things
like reading and studying. We have to
be as pretty as we can, and you can’t
be so without spending a little time
every day in trying to increase your
good points and hide your defects, but
the trouble is with most of us that we
fritter away so much of our time that
very little is accomplished. But I don’t
believe there Is any girl who can't spare
fifteen minutes, night and morning, to
make herself pretty and attractive.
THEY ARE WISE.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am fifteen years of age and
deeply in love witli a young man
two years my senior. My parents
like him and allow me to 'go out
with him in the day, unchaperoned,
but not to any balls without a
chaperon. Do you think they are
right? A. V. B.
They are throwing every safeguard
around you, and you will be grateful in
the years to come that they have done
so. Don’t criticise their attitude, and
when their desires and those of your
attendant conflict let your parents de
cide.
I DON'T SEE WHY NOT.
Dear Mis Fairfax:
I am a girl of eighteen and in
love with a young man, and he is
in love with me. My parents are
going to Colorado to live and I do
not wish to go with them. Shall I
marry? L. W. M.
It seems to rue. If your parents ap
prove, it w ould be the right thing to do.
Hut marry him while your parents
a: I- still here. Don't let them go away
and leave you here on the understand
ing that you are to be married some
time. Be married FIRST! •
WHY NOT GO TO HER CHURCH?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
1 am very much interested in a
young lady in our neighborhood
and would very much like to get
acquainted with her. As I do not
go to her church, and do not know
any of her friends, I find it a dif
ficult matter, O. S.
You suggested away to attain your
oliji - t in your letter. Go to her church
and make it a point to meet her friends
and as- ..i-ites. The Introduction to
her will soon follow.
YOU MUST REFUSE.
Ib'a Miss Fairfax:
I am going with a young tnan
whom i met several months ago.
Hi comes to my home two and
three times a week. He now want*
me to go to his home for a day or
.“■> I have not yet met his mother.
C. A. C.
I nb i such an Invitation comes from
hl mother or his sister you must not
ai ei-p.i. Tlu-i owe >ou a mil before
you i-nti r his home under any circum-
Daysey May me and Her Folks
By Frances L. Garside
THERE was to be a picnic, and as
all of Chauncey Devere Apple
ton's playmates were going, he
had coaxed his mother to take him.
The day before, with Chauncey De
vere, hanging around to see that she
left nothing out, she had made cakes,
with frosting that was properly pic
nicky sticky. And the pies had whites
of eggs on top, the kind that is proper
to take to picnics because the' cover of
the pie comes oft' and sticks to the
chicken and the ham.
She took tiie yellow out of boiled
eggs, mixed it with other things, and
stuffed it back in again, and each half
egg looked as if it had swallowed mote
than It could hold and was about'to
disgorge.
At last all was in readiness. It was
the morning of the picnic, and Chaun
cey Devere was up before the sun. His
father grumbled at the noise he made.
His mother smiled.
Indeed, it seemed as if the sun had
forgotten to wind its alarm clocß, for it
didn’t get up until late.
Chauncey Devere couldn't eat break
fast through lunning to tiie window to
watch it. His sister scolded at the
confusion he made. His mother smiled.
The sun hid behind a cloud. Then
dther clouds gathered, and. oh, the fear
It brought to Chauncey Devere! It
began to thunder!
“Hear that!” called Daysey Mayme.
“I hope, mother, you are not going to
any picnic with that noise in your
ears! ”
In Spits of Jupiter Pluvius.
Chauncey Devere looked at his moth
er In apprehension. She smiled.
The clouds grew heavier and darker,
and it begaa to rain!
His mother got down the picnic bas
ket from the top shelf. It began to
pour!
Mrs. Appleton made the sandwiches.
There was a flash of lightning as she
laid them in the basket.
A crash of thunder. “I hope that
will keep you at home,” called Daysey
Mayme from the parlor.
FRECKLES
Don’t Hide Them With a Veil; Remove
Them With the New Drt g.
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strength—which is »o uniformly suc
cessful In removing freckles and giv
ing a clear, beautiful complexion that
it is sold by Jacobs’ Pharmacy under
an absolute guarantee to refund the
money If it falls.
Don't hide your freckles under a veil;
get an ounce of othine and remove
them. Even the first night’s use will
show a wonderful improvement, some
of the lighter freckles vanishing en
tirely. It is absolutely harmless, and
can not injure the most tender skin.
Be sure to ask Jacobs' Pharmacy for
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that is sold on the money back guaran.
tee.
Colorado!
Riding is Riding in
Colorado
Mountain trails that wind for miles. Oh, the glory <x
a canter in the dawn—up the fir-crowned slopes—under
the dew-jeweled firs—clear to the peaks! Below in the
distance are stretching the vast purple ranges. The cloud
washed air tingles on your cheek and sends the blood laugh
ing to your heart. That’s life! There’s golf, too, and
trout fishing. How does it sound to you as vou sit this
morning hoping for a stray wisp of air, still drugged with
the sleep that brought no rest! Pack up—you’ve waited
too long! Can’t you hear the Rockies calling? Low
round trip fares make the cost trifling.
Any way of going to Colorado is a good way, because it gets
you to Colorado. But the trains of tho
Rock Island Lines
supply the luxury of perfect service—everything for your com
fort and enjoyment and make your trip a part of your outing.
Through Sleeping Cars From the Southeast
are operated in connection with the Frisco Lines via Kansas
City and the short route to the Rockies.
The Colorado Flyer— every morning from St. Louis -and other fast
daily trains from St. Louis, Kansas City, Memphis, Chicago, Omaha and
St. Joseph tor Colorado, Yellowstone Park and the Pacific Coast. Write
today tor our booklets and particulars of low fares.
WH. H. Hunt, District Par.enger Agent
18 No. Pryor Street Atlanta, G*.
PHONE MAIN 661.
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er in appeal. “I will put the salad in
next," she said. And she smiled!
Then followed the eggs that were
overly-stuffed. Then came the cookies
witli raisins in the middle, and then fol
lowed the pie with the proper picnic
cover, and the cake with the proper
sticky, pfcnicky frosting. And as she
packed the- c'/>uds burst in indignation
at her assurance and the rain beat
against the windows and the thunder
roared and the lightning crashed.
But everything that went into the
lunch basket went in with a smile!
For she was a mother, and she un
derstood. And when the basket was
packed she went to her room to dress,
and when she came out the sun came
out with her and all the clouds rolled
away.
“I didn’t suppose you were going to
get to go.” said Daysey Mayme.
But Mrs. Appleton’s only reply was
to look at her son and smile.
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(In Grttn Boxes Only.)
Makes the Complexion Beautiful
t Soft and Velvety
It is Pure,
Harmless
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Money Back if Not
Entirely Pleated.
The soft, velvety
appearance re
mains until pow
der is washed off.
Purified by a new
process. . Prevents
unburn and return of discolorations.
The increasing popularity is wonderful.
White, Heth, Pink, Brunette. By
toilet counters or mail. Price 50 cents.
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Low Summer
ExcursioHates
CINCINNATI, $19.50
LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO
CHICAGO, - $30.00
KNOXVILLE - $7.90
Tickets on Sale Daily, Good
to October 31 st, Returning
City Ticket Office, 4 Peachtree