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TOE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE Daysey Mayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE THE DREAMS OF GLADYS. ITSANDER JOHN APPLETON had neglected one Saturday night recently to lay in a supply of magazines for Sunday reading And I on Sunday morning it poured so he was unable to go out and get any Hr- read his paper. Then, looking around hungrily for something to read, he picked up a book which his wife; thought the best book ever written I' was entitled 'The Dreams of Gladys.” When Mrs. Appleton called him to dinner at 1 o'clock she found him reading "The Dreams of Gladys." and rejoiced. "His taste in reading - improving.” l •he reported to Day sey tfayme • m sure f all wives left their favor ite novela lying around, their bus-; band’ would read them, and gel the: inspiration .he women find tn cotnmun- j >ng with their ideals In the hooks ■ Lysandei John ate his dinner in j silent e. p itting olive oil in Ills coffee and sugii' on his cucumbers There w;.s a glare in his eyes that would! have alarmed most pcoplr "H is exp icming the soul-uplift of the hook.” thought Mrs. Appleton "He has ~4' about (cached the chap ter w hen* Giady ■ slips away from her husband to glim' barefoot across th" lawn at iriidnigh that she may get tn tune with th infinite" A fur cii err Lysander John rentmed to his reading His wife returned to the kitcl’i 11 whei' she hurried through her w <irk ih it she might join her hus band and tliseu's with him the true Inwardness of het favorite book She reached the parlor just a« Ly sandt r John hail finished "The Dreams of Gladys ” He gate a loud jell as •he entered the room. Throwing the book mi th" fluor, he sprang at hei grabbed her by the hair, and drtgged her tn her bedroom, where h" tried to cut her throat with a hair brush. He had gone mail trying to get in tune with his wife's llterarj Ideal ! It required five men to hold him ' all night, but toward morning he wll - I tn much quictci their vigilant e w.i - relaxed. Escaping from them, he cn- j tered the parlor. Here his eyes fell on "The Dreams j of Gladys" lying on the floor It was necessary on this occasion to give him morphine "There Is no use." sobbed Mrs Ap pleton, collecting her favorite novels and hiding them out of sight, "in try Ing to elevate the men!” RATHER TOO CLEVER. The occasion was a choice little tea party on the lawn, and the hostess was beaming and busy among her guests "Yes,” she remarked, "my little girl 1s very clever She tan Imitate almost any' one." "She can, my dear." echoed the host, delightedly, "t’orne, Alice, show what you can do. Pretend to be the house maid." The little girl, eagerly enough, came forward and bowed to one of the guests. "Will you take some more tea. mad am?” she asked, politely. Then she turned to another guest: "May 1 move you: chair, madam” Th? sunlight is very strong." At this the guests were exceedingly Interested, and asked for more. Backing away from her father. Alice exclaimed. In a terrified tone: "Sir. let me go! Don't touch me, sir! Give you a kiss, indeed! Supposing the missus was to hear you?” Then the clever little darling was wafted away suddenly. ifV-- • ~L. At Fountains & Elsewhere Ask for “HORLICK’S” The Original and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. At restaurants, hotels, and fountains. Delicious, invigorating and sustaining. Keep it on your sideboard at home. Don't travel without it. A quick lunch prepared in a minute. Take no imitation. Just say “HORLICK’S.” IVof in Any Milk Trust ■ ■ ■ ■ 1 11 ■■ 11 The Midsummer Issue oi FACTS has just been pub lished. If you are interested in the best kind of advertising FACTS will be inter esting to you. FACTS will be sent you FREE upon re quest. Please use business letterhead. Address FACTS, 225 Fifth Ave., New York. ‘ _______________ His Innings or Bachelor Life ala Summer Hotel © © By Nell Brinkley .«x hit.' 1 PWx-rV ' TO y x-' A tjJsjiEr --- • ■ ....... i s He doesn t have to be a handsome wretch to find that the moon need never have to shine on him alone on a seaside “piaz”—he’ll find himself better fed and better fanned and better flattered than ever he’s been in his life before. He'll find himself a statue in a rose arbor, a bee caught in honey. “THE GATES OF SILENCE" * By META SIMMINS * AUTHOR OF “HUSHED UP” TO DA Y S IN ST ALL M E NT. A Piteous Appeal. She broke out rapidly ipto the story of these last years of Levasseur’s desertion of her of his supposed death and his resurrection, and how then he had told her that t|ie Ceremony which had bound her to him, was a sham, of that awful night of Levasseurs death In Prince’s Gate, and how, with his dying breath, tiie man who so inexplicably had hated her had robbed her of her honor. “My dear lady. what you tell me dis tresses me beyond words I only wish that It were In my power to help you, but It Is not 1 can only hope that your husband, knowing your true, sweet and I pure character, will” “Stop” Mrs Barrington’s .voice was hoarse and broken, her lingers tightened on Ids arm “say n<» more. You were there when the child died You saw. You heard. While the child lived he was the barrier between me and shame. and now” Iler voice failed her. the man saw that tears were running down her face un consciously. that it was not to hide them that she turned away with bowed head, and in the quiet of the big consulting loom shut off from the rest of the house by baize doors, protected from the noise ot the square by double windows—he seemed to hear an echo of a man s voice, hoarse with mad passion. “Pead —and your fate is sealed’” "Mrs Barrington.” he burst out. im petuously, “Heaven knows if it were pos sible I would help you. only it isn't pns sible Look here He moved quickly to his writing table ami. unlocking a drawer, took out a photograph which he handed to Edith ' Look at that.” he said "That is a portrait of my wife ” Edith Harrington obeyed She took the photograph he held toward her ami scru tinized it. The face that looked up at her was very beautiful: she had rarely seen a more perfectly formed face, more ex quisitely shaped eyes It seemed to her 'hat in her life she had never looked into harder eyes than those which stared back at her from the photograph. His Defiance. ”A little over a year ago.” Dr Merton ' said, ‘the original of that photograph be came my wife You see her. you realize that she is beautiful- In reality she is a hundred times more lovely But that is nothing In nature she is the purest and most innocent creature that ever iStence of evil because she is incapable of imagining it. She has two gods her father and myself which shows the blindness of Idolatrx for he is the most empty-headed, cold-blooded fossil who ever aped humanity, and 11 am what vou think me a scoundrel or was But for her sake that ts past. I am now what she believes me and what she believes me. Mrs Barrington. I in (eml to remain 1 have climbed up out of the mire by w hat efforts no one wdl ever know and now that I am within sight of the stars, I defy you to push me back there Into the slough. There are no secrets to be raked out of ms past, no one has an\ hold over me As a woman of the world. Mrs Barrington, do you think it likely that I would \oluntaril\ do anything which might risk, however remotely, the position to which 1 have climbed the love w hich has come miraculously. as it seems, into my life, which was so empty I and grim a thing He laughed shortly I “No. you may. if you cho<»so. continue to j believe tbat 1 am a knave but at least i lam not a fool.” “Then you admit it?” said Edith Bar i rington, slowl.x "\t least you admit it I You a r t he rnan 1 ”1 admit nothing 1 merely plate a hypothetical situation before you and ask you to judge.” Edith began to laugh, but there was no mirth in her laughter. “At least I can set the scandal mongers raking among your past,” she said. “I” — At that moment there came to the door three light, fluttering taps. Mrs Bar rington started. The doctor glanced to ward the door and back to her again. “That is my wife.” he said, and for the first time Edith saw his face soften and something akin to fear in his eyes. Be fore he could speak or answer the-door opened and a woman came into the room “Oh!” On the threshold she paused, with a little exclamation. “I beg your pardon. I am so very sorry. I—-Tyson told me you were alone.” For the first time in Dr Merton’s knowledge of her his wife seemed to have lost her presence of mind. It was such a blow to her wifely pride to have done this thing unpardonable in a doc tor’s wife—trespassed upon the privacy of a patient in the consulting room There was a moment's pause; the eyes of the two women met across the head of the man standing there in the center of the room, and Mrs. Barrington saw that the man had done but scant justice to his wife when he said that the beauty of the photograph fell short of the orig inal. Mrs Morton's loveliness was of the type that owes Its perfection to delicacy of coloring the inspiration of the pass ing mood. At that moment she looked almost like a frightened child, with her delicate cheeks aflame, her eyes dark ened with emotion. An Old Friend. It was Merton who spoke first. "That was exceedingly careless of Ty son.” he said. “It might have mattered very much, though. In point of fact, it does not matter at all—except pleasantly. I am glad you have come This is my wife. Mrs Barrington Squirrel -Mrs. Barrington is a very old friend of mine.” The woman on the threshold came for ward slow Iv. Her eyes were on Edith’s tear-stained cheeks, her disheveled hair ■ and shabby dress, .lust at that moment i i Robert Merton's mind was as quick In its intuition as that of a woman. As his wife passed he spoke in a low voice “Mrs. Barrington Is in sore trouble just i now.” he said “You will remember, she lost her little boy.” • Mrs Rarrington. the wife of the well known Anthony Barrington, the eccen i trie millionaire artist Ah. that was a i very different thing’ \nd Bob must know • her very well, since he had let that pet name. Squirrel, slip out Mrs Merton’ 4s 1 snobbish little mind worked quickly She determined on a bold bid for Sirs Bar ' rington’s friendship. Her steps quick ened Her tone was very kind and her • hand-clasp very warm as she caught Edith s cold, passive hands in hers. “Oh. I have wanted so much to meet you.” she said. "How glad 1 am that 1 I came. But just for a moment I felt | ashamed- such a fool!- to have come i poking my nose Into Bob's room when a I patient was with him If it had been any one else, how angry he would have ' been' She gave a glance over her shoul der, and saw that her husband had slipped from the room. “Only l had something to tell him a secret, and It hardly seemed possible to keep It a moment longer ’ She paused i and looked up into Edith Barrington's j ’ ey es with a smile a smile that was full j of the utterly unconscious selfishness of a child "Somehow’. I feel that you will ] understand, she w hispered, and her j • • whisper raveled away into silence ■ ' It seemed to Edith that she had known ' this thing that the woman whispered to 'her now with so innocent a confidence ’ the moment ’■die had looked at her radian* I face when she stood in the doorway The I I ‘ must poleau I lenre where Robert Merton was concerned that the mind of the devil—-or woman could have devised. The Day That Is Like a Year. To Rirnington the first weeks of his probation in solitary’ confinement passed like a horrible dream, in which every day seemed the length of a year—“a year w’hose days are long.” The rough tongued, kindly hearted doctor who, be fore he came to Wormwood Scrubs, had advised him to give his will a rest if he wished to avoid trouble in prison, had told him also that unless he was very unlike other men—unlike any man he had ever encountered —he would find that the routine of the prison life would gradually become the reality, and the outside life—the old life—would gradually’ fade and become dim and unsubstantial as a dream. “If it wasn’t so, our penal establish ments would be composed of Broad moors,” he had said. “But as it is, we are creatures of habit; and you’ll get into the habit of your prison tasks just as the restless schoolboy settles down to the routine of the city office he’s pitchforked into, and becomes the tame clerk content to tot up the figures of other folks’ money .” Sometimes the remembrance of those words came to Rirnington. filling him with a. sense of impotent rage. They were so horribly true. Day’ by day, as he felt himself caught up relentlessly by the great wheel of the prison routine* mechanical and soulless, that crushes remorselessly all individuality’ out of a man, he wondered what the end of the twenty years would find him. Even after five weeks he was beginning to see the inevitable deterioration In personal hab its which prison life brings about. If this deterioration progressed at the same rate— He fought against these thoughts with all his strength, setting himself doggedly to his daily tasks, that already after five weeks had reduced his hands to a condi tion worse than that of the average man ual laborer Whatever outward submls | sion he must make, at least he must re main captain of his own soul The old chaplain, in parting from him. had said: DIXIE - W TIP W EYE GLASSES no you know that few Opti cians understand adjusting and ! frame fitting? Do you know that a poor-fitting frame will do the eyes as uwli harm as poor lenses? 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It is only today that is real in prison; today with its endless hours, its harsh tasks, its revolting food. Rirnington had never realized until these weeks in prison the extraordinarily important part food ' plays in the life of a man. the real influ- j ence of cookery on character. Sometimes j there were days when the sun shining into i the cell, some outside sound or inward • thought, set an utterly irresponsible sense ‘ of hope stirring in his heart, and he would go about bis tasks in the tiny world with a lightness and a nerve that | • surprised himself. It seemed as though ; i some instinct told him that help was near; that vindication was knocking at i the very prison gates. Then he would hold inward converse with Betty, the l loved one lie must so soon see What i laughs they would have together, over l this discovery of his that it was the’han i . that wielded the frying pan that ruled the • world! ‘ Then, as the hours wore on. and the sun traveling round the prison left his f cell in gloom again, and all the ugly, CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Low Summer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, 519.501 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - 530.00 KNOXVILLE - S7JO Tickets on Sale Daily, Good Io October 31st, Returning City Ticket Office,4 Peachtree KSSMWsiBKiEteiSGiSESMWBHHHiJI > i monotonous sounds of the prison went on around him unchanged, the hope in his heart would die down, leaving only the gray ashes of despair behind ii. A touch of madness, this hope, that was all. For in truth there was no hope; stretching before him the illimitable vista of his prison life, with its seven thousand-odd days and nights, and never a ray of hope in all its grayness. His head would full on his breast, and the old stupor, that had nothing merciful in its dull apathy, would creep up over him again; so lie would sit Illi the sharp Voice of the in specting warder would call him to atten tion and his task again that task wilier all his good will seemed powerless to aid his unaccustomed lingers to accomplish his three and a half pounds of oakum a day. Io Be Continued in Next Issue. “Blessing to Women’’ fs what one grateful woman calls Lyd i fa la. Pinkham’s Vogt table Compound. I This is because after suffering for six long, weary years with a weakness so prevalent among Iter sex, she was re stored to perfect health by this famous medicine for woman's ills. 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I have gotten t<> such a stage that 1 have almost every day taken up, and now I don't know what to do. Now. what 1 want to know is this: \m 1 in any way preventing any good chances of ever getting a real gentleman friend? READER. Naturally if a young man wants this pleasant social intercourse to develop into a love affair, het would have a mon serious time with so many other boys sound you. But 1 am sure of this: If such a man is on the scene and really cares for you the rivalry of others will serve as a spur to him. But do not. for your own sake, scat ter your friendship too promiscuously. You a < fortunate in having so mai.y o < noose from. Don't abuse that good fmtune. LET US HOPE HE DID. Dear Miss Fairfax: 1 am nineteen and deeply in love with a gentleman friend of mine. He has never asked to call on me regularly, but called three consecu tive Sunday evenings when I met him the following Sunday after noon at a club meeting. At this sald nothlng about < Ing that evening. 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