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THE GE©OGHAMS MAGAZINE PAGE 1-IVV-Az -CSS S/V w- ~ - -W—-- - S, wW - S V _ OS— X'S.- —.. ' - s. *SS. ws- —S, . . _ —S-S'S-S - s -Q-S OS -CCS- SZSZK ‘‘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 Why Pre malto re Cray Hair? Th tc are many causes of premature g'l.y uuir—sickr e«s, a nervous temper ament. impoverished blood, deficient seal) nutrition, sometimes it is heredi tary and tiie laughter finds herself qAtj giay in her early thirties. We dyn'- always know the cause, but we do Kuo ■ that gray bair adds at least 10 yeatj to the age of a woman, be she old or \ '.ung, and when a young woman's hair begins to fade and lose its color, it is Vviy foolish for her to let it go on imh-eaed. In a year or two she will be an old gray-headed woman. And just a IL'tle care and treatment can save •er ,i',' and her youth. Our Kobinnaire Hair Dye is not a v j.gar bleach or artificial coloring for t,t bair. I. is a pure, scientific prepa ration of tonic virtue which restoies your hail to its own natural color and beautiful, healthy conditions. If your hair is losing Its life and color, there is no reason at all why you should hesi tate to use this pure restorative, any moie than that you should refuse to use a cure for dandruff. The fading gray hair and the dandruff both resul* from scalp diseases and both should be treated. Robinnail e's Hair Dye we make in our own laboratory and personally gum antee to be pure and harrnb ss. Nou stlcky and dm s not stain skin or scalp. I it at one. if your hair is turning gray, and you will be wondrously sur prised and pleased at the result. Re tain your youth as long as you can, be cause when it -lips away you never can get It back. Prepared for light, medium and dark brown and id.u k hair Trial slz< . 2»c; I•. Site. Regular large size, 75c; 1' ■ ~ild, kill, Jacobs I’harmuey, At- and well-to-do ones of the earth to buy. 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. Get the Origin&i-Genuine i reoJiio'pACKAaK Pure full-cream milk and the ex- = L l ?fra 0 * Selected malted grain, = Li ‘reduced to powder form. Delicious, Invigorating | Nourishing | Best Food-drink for all ages. I 1 MT Suftorfor to ten, coffoo,cocoa. £ r 1 JP. Ask for Horlick’s at all Fountains. K I» ; A quick lunch digested by the weakest =■ Ute?* ZS K INVAU*’’ 7 stomach; prepared in a moment by a yaMUD briskly stirring the powder in het or cold =■ water - Kcep at hoine or when traveiin s- I Ask for HORLIGK S 1 Others Are hvaltutions x I ’ ’ ■* I I // if V // r a 1 / o \ \\ av . z 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. An eminent skin specialist recently discovered a new drug, othine—double 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. 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