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r THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE, PAGE Daysey Vlayme and Her Folks By FRANCES L. GARSIDE THE DREAMS OF GLADYS. IYSANDER JOHN APPLETON I had neglected one Saturday nigbt • recently to lay in a supply of; magazines for Sunday reading. And on Sunday morning it poured so he! Has unable to go out and get any. Hi read his paper. Then, looking) around hungrily for something to read he picked up a book which his wif. ; thought the he«t book over written I' was entitled. 'The Dream- of Gladys." When Mrs. Appleton < .tiled him to dinner at 1 o’clock she found him [ reading "The Dreams- of Gladys.” and I rejoiced. “His tast- in reading is improving.” she reported to D.tysey Mayme. ”1 rm sure if a'l wives left their favor ite novels lying around, their hus band 1 would read them. and get the inspiration Ute women find in common- | ing wi’li their ideals in the books. L’.-antif” John ate his dinner in; silence, putting olive oil in his coffee; «m<; suga on tii* cucumbers. There ia glare in bis eyes friat would have alarmed most people. "He is experiencing the soul-uplift of the book,” thought Mr-. Appleton. "lit- has jit-‘ about reached the chap • i, where Gladys -lips away from bet husband to glide barefoot across the lawn ai midnight that she may y-t in tune wi.lt the infinite" \fter direr 1., 'wnder John returned to ds reading. His wife returned to the kitchen vb ■■ she hurried through her work tbit she mght join iter hus band and discuss with him the time inwardness of her favorite book. She reach, d the parlor just as Lv sander John had finished "The Dreams of Glady. He gave a loud yell as she entered the . room. Throwing the book on the door. lie’sprang :ft her grabbed her by tit hair, and dragged her to” her bedroom, where ho tried to cut her throat with a hair brush. He had gone mad trying to get in tune with his wife’s literary ideals! It required five men to hold him i all night, but toward morning lie wa ■ I so much qui ter their vigilance was i relaxed. Esc tiling from them, he en- . tered the parlor. Here his eyes fell on "The Dreams - 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 paity on the lawn, and the hostess was beaming and busy among her guests. "Yes.” she remarked, "mt little girl is very clever. She can imitate almost any one." "She can, my dear" echoed the host, delightedly. "Gome. Alice, show what >ou can do. Pretend to be the house maid” The little girl, eagerly enough, came forward and bowed to one of the guests. "Wil; you lake some more tea. mad am?" she asked, politely. Then she turned to another guest: "May I move your chair, madam? The sunlight is very strong." At this the guests were exceedingly interested, and asked for more. Backing away from her father, Alice ex laimed. 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. At Fountains & Elsewhere Ask for “HORLICK’S” The Original and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for Ail Ages. At restaurants, hotel;, 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, lake no imitation. Just say “HORLICK’S. ’ Hint in Any Milk Trust The Midsummer Issue of 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. I Address FACTS, 225 Fifth Ave., New York. His Innings or Bachelor Life at a Summer Hotel --- i . ■- - - . .......... _r ! 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” TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. A Piteous Appeal. She broke out rapidly into 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 the ceremony which had bound her to him. was a sham; of that awful night of Levasseur’s death in Prince’s Gate, and how-, with his dying breath, the 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. 1 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 pure character, will" ‘‘Stop’—Mrs. Barrington’s voice was hoarse and broken, her fingers tightened on his arm—"say no more. You were there w'hon the child died You saw. You heard While the child lived-he was the barrier between me and shame. and now" — ! Her 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 aw r ay with bowed head, and in the quiet of the big consulting 100m —shut off from the rest of the house by baize doors, protected from the noise of the square by double windows—he seemed to hear an echo of a man’s voice, hoarse with mad passion: b "Dead—and your fate is sealed!" "Mrs. Barrington." he burst out. im petuously. "Heaven knows if it were pos sible I would hejp you, only it isn’t pos sible. Look here." He moved quickly to his writing table and. unlocking a drawer, took out a photograph which he handed to Edith. "Look at that," he said "That is a portrail of my wife." Edith Barrington obeyed. She took the photograph he held toward her and scru i tinized it. The face that loo'ked up at her was very beautiful, she had rarely seen , a more perfectly formed face, more ex quisitely shaped eyes—-it seemed to her that 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 w ife. 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 breathed. She knows nothing of the ex istence of evil because she is incapable of imagining it She has two gods- her father and myself which shows the blindness of idolatry for he is the most empty-headed, fossil who ever aped humanity, and I—l am what you think me a scoundrel or was. Bu» for her sake that is past. I am now what she believes me and what she believes me. Mis Barrington. I intend to remain. I have climbed up out of the mire—by what efforts no one will ever know—and now that 1 am within sight of the stars, f defy you to push me back there into the slough There are no secrets to be raked out of my past; no one has any hold over me As a woman of the world. Mrs. Barrington, do you think it likely that I would voluntarily do anything which might risk, however remotely, the position to which 1 have climbed- the love which has come miraculously, as it seems, into mj life, which was so empty and grim a thing.’" He laughed shortly. "No; you may. if you choose, continue to believe that 1 am a knave —but at least I am not a fool." "Then you admit it?" said Edith Bar -1 ringtoil, slowly "At least you admit it. J You are the man." i "I admit nuUnn£. 1 merely place a. hypothetical situation before you and ask you to judge." Edith began io 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 w f as 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 bis wife when he said that the beauty of the photograph fell short of the orig inal. Mrs Merton’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 liks a frightened child, with her delicate cheeks aflame, her eyes dark ened with emotion. w An Old Friend. It was Merton w ? ho 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 slowly. Her eyes were on Edith’s tear-stained cheeks, her disheveled hair and shabby dress. Just at that moment 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 j now.’’ he said. "You will she I lost her little boy.’’ Mrs Barrington, the wife of the well ■ known Anthony Barrington, the eccen tric millionaire artist Ah. that was a very different thing! And Bob must know her very well, siqce he had let that pel name. Squirrel, slip out. Mis. Merton’s snobbish little mind worked quickly She determined on a bold bid for Mrs 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 4n hers "Oh, I have wanted so much to meet you," she said. "How glad I am that I came. But just for a moment I felt ashamed—such a fool!—to have come poking my nose Into Bob’s room when a 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 and looked up into Edith Barrington s eyes wdth a smile a smile that was full I of the utterly unconscious selfishness of a child. "Somehow'. I feel that you will understand," she whispered, and her whisper raveled away into silence. ]t seemed to Edith that she had known ' this thing that the woman w'hispered to i her now with so innocent a confidence 1 the moment she had looked at her radiant face when she stood in the doorway The mubi potent Argument to insure her si- lence w here Robert Merton was concerned that the. mind of the devil or woman could have devised. The Day That Is Like a Year. To Rimington 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 whose days *are long." The rough tongued, kindly hearted doctor who, be fore he came to Wormwood Scrubs, had advised him to give his wdll 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 Rimington. 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 routines mechanical and soulless, that crushes , remorselessly all individuality out of a man, he wondered what the end of the twent.v 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 flve weeks had reduced his* hands to a condi tion worse than that of the average man ual laborer. Whatever outward submis sion he must make, at least he must re main captain of his own soul. The old chaplain, in parting from him. had said: W tip W EYE GLASSES Do you know that few Opti cians understand adjusting and frame fitting? Do you know that a poor-fitting frame will do the eyes as much harm as poor lenses? You want your frames as well as your lenses right; then come to us. as we understand every part of the Optical busi ness. Twenty years experience In testing the eyes and filling Ocu lists' prescriptions. HINES OPTICAL COMPANY 91 Peachtree St. Between Montgomery and Alcazar Theaters I Ziti ‘'opyright, 11*12. National News zA\ 'V' Association. 'Vz "You’re a gentleman, Rimington! They say that makes your lot far harder to bear. It may be so —indeed. I know that it Is so: but your birth, your education, your religion, give you something that will enable you to bear your punish ment better than the habitual criminal. It gives you a peculiar sense of cour age." Did it? Rimington wondered. There had been a week in which all sense of courage had deserted him. in which life and death and religion ami hope had sypped away from under his feet, and he had felt himself falling through an abyss of despair, in wii*cii,, as he fell, he had wept and raved like a madman. That, too. now that It was past, seemed dim and unreal, part of the awful dream. It is only today that is real in prison; today with its endless hours, its harsh tasks, its revolting food Rimington hail never realized until these weeks in prison the extraordinarily important part food plays in the life of a man. the real influ ence of cookers on character. Sometimes there were days when the sun shining into the cell, some outside sound or inward thought, set an utterly irresponsible sense of hope stirring in his heart, and he would go about his tasks in the tiny world with a lightness and a nerve that surprised himself It seemed as though . some instinct told him that help was j near, that vindication was knocking at • the very prison gates. Then he would hold inward converse with Betty, the loved one he must so soon see. What laughs they would have together, ove l this discovery of his tha’ it was the hand that wielded the frying pan that ruled th’ world! Then, as the hours wore on. and the sun traveling round the prison left cell in gloom again, ami all the ugly. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Low Summer Excursion~Rates CINCINNATI, $19.50 ; LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - $30.00 KNOXVILLE - $7.90 Tickets on Sale Daily, Good to October 31st, Returning City Ticket Office,4 Peachtree 883 > By Nell Brinkley monotonous sounds of rhe prison went on around him unchanged, the hope In his heart would die down, leaving only the gray ashes of despair behind it. 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-ixid days and nights, anil never a ray of hope in all its grayness His head would fa on his breast, and the old stupor, that had nothing merciful in its dull apathy, would creep up over him again: so he would sit till the sharp voice of the in specting warder would call him to atten tion and his task again that task wu all his good will seemed powerless to »',■ his unaccustomed fingers to accomplis. his three and a half pounds of oakum a day. To Be Continued in Ngxt Issue. “Blessing to Women’’ Is 'chat one grateful woman calls Lyd ia E. Pinkhttm's Vegetable Compound. This is because after suffering for si:, long, weary years with a weakness so prevalent among her sex. she was re stored to perfect health by this famous medicine for woman’s ills. ’ This has been the experience of thousands of grateful women who have depended upon this tried and true rem -1 edv. 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