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THE GEORGIAWS MAOAZWE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” By Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up" TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. sentence faltered off incoherent ly, as she drew Betty into the house, and the girl, glancing about the bare, unlovely hall with wonder, thought of the beauty of the great house at Princes Gate and shuddered. “Nanna”—she paused, catching uncon sciously at the old woman s arm. A door to her right had opened and Barrington came out into the hall. Barrington —Anthony Barrington! For a moment Betty Lumsden thought her senses had deceived her. This wreck of a man, stooping and unkempt looking, un shaven. with twitching, furtive eyes peer ing under his knitted brows —could this be the man she had known, gay and deb onair, whose gray eyes had been so charging and larchter-llt? "Nanna”—even his voice had changed, it seemed to the girl “I who’s that? Who the mischief have you got there with you? Didn’t 1 tejl you " “It’s I, Tony- Betty. I’ve—” “Betty!” Incredulity and a fiote of an ger raised the pitch of the fiat voice. “What on earth—come in here! Don’t fall over the eat.” He touched her arm. and looking down she saw the upturned edge of the rug at which he pointed. It did not come to her till later that he was not jesting— that he had failed to distinguish between a fold of turned-up carpet and the great black cat she saw dozing by the fire. “Well—now that you are here, I sup pose one must speak to you, Betty. It isn’t polite, perhaps, but it is the truth I had no desire to see you no desire at nil. Betty.” “And in the old days we were such friends. Tony!” ”’Ve were —I don’t know I turn your faqS to the light, child. I used to imag ine 1 loved you. Det me see your face I wan't see—” Hetty obeyed, turning her face to the light, letting him tilt up her chin and stare earnestly into her eyes with those poor, strained, twitching eyes of his. Not a Trace. “No. no,” he muttered. ’There’s not a trace of her. not a trace. Thank heaven! 1 suppose it’s possible for some faith to exist—some purity.” He turned away with an abrupt question. “She is well. I suppose?” Betty caught her breath. “She? Edith, d’you mean’ 1 don’t know I. haven’t heard anything of her for weeks and weeks. Don’t you know He hesitated, torn with a desire to ques tion; held bfick by his pride. If Betty did not know —if Betty had not heard— what had happened? This time in her flight she had no money. He remembered now. as though it were a happening of an hour ago. bow he had rushed into her room and ransacked every cupboard and wardrobe, and seen all the beautiful things she loved left behind the jewels and trinkets in their cases all piled up In one great heap on the broad dressing table, the many compartments of the safe stand ing open, as though the flying wife in her frenzy had wished to assure him that she hafl taken nothing with her that was his. “Then why have you come?” he asked, brusquely. “What is it that you want f why have you come?” There was a snarling bitterness In his voice that gave her courage rather than intimidated her: it was like the snarling j of a beast but a sorely wounded beast. "Tony—you’re ill.' she said. “That is why I came. I—it isn’t right that you should shut yourself up here —that you should cut yourself off from us all.” “I have my work.” he said, brusquely “Your work—here —Tony?” “Yes. I have a studio here. It’s the only pari of the house that is furnished, and it isn’t in the house at all. as a mat ter of sact —it is a great wonderful barn that I iiad converted. I am painting painting while the Devil holds the hour glass. Because—there is no reason on earth why you should not know—l am going blind. I have some work to do be fore 1 go blind.” He paused and looked at the girl, and a smile that made his unshaven face sin gularly saturnine crossed it for a mo ment. “Would you care to see my work?” “Os course, Tony, but not for a min ute: yet—” “Oh. yes. I would prefer you see the work before you committed yourself to any friendly converse with the worker,” he said. “Has that old fool of a woman offered you any refreshment? I don’t know what Nanna’s peculiar religious convictions are, but I can tell you I’ve been giving her her purgatory on earth since we came to the (’hantrey. I sup pose it was she who sent for you. inter fering old idiot. I suppose she told you J hadn't been sober for a month?” “She certainly did not," said Betty. “Well, I haven't," Barrington snapped ”what she calls sober. I am what she calls drunk now.” As he spoke, with an ostentation that was not lost upon Betty, he crossed over to the sideboard and poured himself out a stiff peg of whisky, drinking It at a gulp. “Well, shall we go to the studio now?” be asked, his hand on the door. Betty followed him across the room without a word. Dear to Her. The rain, which had seemed pleasant to Betty Lumsden when the wind blew it in little gusts against her cheeks while Low Slimmer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, $19.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - $30.00 KNOXVILLE • $7.90 Tickets on Sale Daily, flood to October 31st, Returning City Ticket Office,4 Peachtree she waited outside the station at Ken worth, seemed a dreary downpour now. as Anthony Barrington opened the side door of the house and pointed to the slop ing thatch nf a roof visible far down the garden. i 1 hat is the studio,” he said. “If you wish to reach it you’ll get wet, I am afraid—if that matters." It di<J not matter in the least; the girl felt she would rather walk miles in the downpour, even across ground as sodden and rain -drenched as this garden that ‘ stretched before her. where the water la\ heavily on the surface of the clay it had beaten to a paste, rather than remain in that grim room with its odor of stale spirit and tohactso, its air of desolation. > ”1 want to go to the studio.” she said, and forced herself to smile, striving to act as though those last words of his had never been spoken, as though he had not put her own formless fears and suspicions into shape. W ithout a word Barrington plunged down the single step that separated the three-foot -wide bricked path which sur rounded ihe house. He was hatless. In slippers down at heel Betty’s eyes for the moment were held by the sight of that slouching, unsteady figure going be fore her in the gray Norfolk suit that was dirty rather than shabby. "Tony!” She repeated his name in her heart like a cry, "Tony!” She had not realized before how dear he was to her— all the kindness he had shown to her in the past. Just for a moment her thoughts flashed back to that last interview with her lover on. as they both thought, the eve of his death, and how he had urged her to trust herself and her affairs to this man. To this awful wreck of a man! Rimington in his prison of stone walls, or this man in his prison of the spirit who was the most to be pitied— for whom, in that moment, did her heart bleed most? she asked herself. Almost as though something of her thoughts had touched him, Barrington slackened his pace and waited for her at the edge of a path in the wilderness of neglected kitchen garden through which they were passing. The barn he had converted into a studio loomed up near them now. a long brown building with* a thatched roof on which gray and yellow lichen spread, and tall tufts of antirrhi num, bending under the weight of the raindrops on their caps and bells. ‘I meant to have asked you—if I don’t ask you now I shall forget—have you any news of Rimiilfcton? How is his case going? Is there anything fresh?” There was something brufel in the question, in’the man’s way of putting it. that hurt Betty as though he had struck her in the face. Yet, as she looked at the haggard face beside her, at the twitching, peering eyes, she could not be angry. She could only feel a great sor row rushing over her. ’’Why, no. Tony," she said. “There is nothing new. It is a question of patience now patience and hope." And Faith. “And faith," Barrington said, with an accent of Indescribable bitterness. "I suppose you believe in the man. ybu poor little fool. In his goodness, in bis mar tyr’s heroism. Don’t. Be true to him. if you will, but exalt him to no altar In your heart. Whatever he was. he’ll be a poor enough wretch when he gets out. Be thankful if he is not worse." “Tony. I hate to hear you speak so,” she said, and tears were choking her. “You’re like all women—you hate to hear the truth.” Rimington retorted, un locking the studio door with a key from his pocket. The door opened into a tiny ante-room, screened from the rest of the studio by a thick curtain. Barrington drew her inside, locking the door behind (hem, and stood for a moment wiping wringing would have been the better word—the rain from his thick hair, then he drew aside the curtain and Betty en tered. The air struck warm and pleasant after the damp of the garden: a large stove glowed ruby-red at one end of the long room that was her first impression; the next, of the neglect over everything—the upturned rugs that covered the floor, the dust that lay thickly on the polished sur faces of the furniture<—for the room was comfortably and even beautifully fur nished. It was not for an instant that her eyes took in the significance of the canvases about the walls; when she did so she felt a shwer of repugnance run over her. They were all studies of a woman’s head sketches of expressions each terrible and grotesque, and in every case the model had been the same—her sister Edith. Barrington hardly appeared to notice her look or the effect of it upon her. He had walked to the end of the studio, to where, just below the little platform where the stove glowed red. stood an easel with a picture on it. over which had been thrown a covering "This is great work. Betty,” he said. "It’s not finished, but may heaven send me light and strength till it is. It will j make my poor name live. It—though I say it myself it is thundering good, Betty. It amazes me that 1 should have had the power, after ten years of mere prettiness, to go to the naked soul of things like this. Look at it. Betty. Isn't it worth even the moral degradation of the excellent Nanna’s disapprobation?" He drew off the covering with a flour ish. though Betty, her nerves strained to the breaking point, saw how his hand trembled. She could not have said why, but as she stood there she realized that this thing on which she was about to look would be something strange and terrible, I something that would tax her self-con trol. Before she looked at th£ canvas she stole a look at the man's face, and to her, as to the old servant, there came the fear that she was alone, so far from all possibility of hell, with a madman. To Be Continued in Next Issue. Complexion ®ln Ten Dayi. 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You can get them anywhere now where fine lingerie and dainty un derwear is to be had. \\ hen the first blushing maiden asked the gentlemanly clerk if he had “them" in her size, it proved to be too much for the young man’s nerve, and as women took more and more to the habit of wearing these very conven ient and serviceable garments. Instead of the loose, lacy and cold inducing night gowns, pajamas in ladies' sizes Were moved to the ladies’ departments of the stores. Glorified Pajamas. Then came glorified pajamas in em broidered silks and satins, and last of all, this exquisite creation which com bines Oriental splendor of design with the comfort which the Chinese maiden enjoys, that of wearing trousers with her loose jacket. Os course, as Chi nese women now have the vote we can expect them to set the fashion, and these Chinese suits will probably be the rage for suffragettes who like their , costume to emphasize and exploit their j favorite opinions, theories and prill. i ciples. . This particular set —you use the word "set" in speaking of ladies’ attire, as distinctive from "a pair," belonging tn the man. This set. then, Is of heavy pink satin, embroidered tn pinks and blues in a beautiful floral design. Be sides that, there is a heavy ornamenta tion in silver thread, and the whole thing is most sumptuous to look at. Pink and blue are going to be favorite colors for the wardrobe next winter and when conventionality conquers convenience, a skirt of pink worn with this gorgeous jacket will make an ex cellent tea gown or lounging robe. However, the modern woman will have something else like trousers. She has found in the pannier pantaloon a combination of masculine comfort and feminine adornment which just suits her. The Pannier Pantaloon. The pannier pantaloon is made on an underskirt slit from the hem about half way up to the knees, front-and back. Over this skirt is draped a chiffon pan nier or overskirt, but the loops do not come at the ordinary height, which is about parallel with the knees. Instead of that, all the drapery is dragged down to the feet separated in two parts, and forms a regular bloomer effect. Worn by the woman who makes the shortest kind of steps, whose move ments are never hurried and whose feet are very small, the pannier :: :: A Mighty Responsibility :: :: "What you are will others be— " Tear for tear, and glee for glee.” hasn’t a single responsibili tv," is heard frequently of the daughter or wife who is fenced in by such loving care and luxury that not a thought of the future, not a wor ry, Intrudes. But there isn’t any one on part ly over the age of five who hasn’t some respon sibility. And with children whose par ents ate wise the sense of responsibili ty comes even at that early age. If not responsibility to others in a material way, there is the responsibility of influence in things not material. There is the responsibility every one should recognize of the effect one has on the character of others, or the more fleeting influence on their spirits. "You may trudge the longest mile And to the end smile meets with smile: And on sunny days sit down And frown till all around you frown. What you are will others be — Tear for tear and glee for glee.” If you begin to gossip, those around you gossip. If you speak well of oth ers. those who hear are ashamed not to. Smile Meets Smile. if you smile at those you meet, smile meets with smile. If you begin a lugu brious tale, it reminds the hearer that he has his troubles. "What you are will others be." and it is with the hope of inducing all my girls to be cheery, and happy, and merry, and brave that I ask them to remember Just that little line. It will make those around you pa- , tient if you will conquer impatience first. It will influence the selfish to 1 deeds of unselfishness if you are gener ous It will make them smile if you smile, and goodness knows there isn't ( anything some folks need worse than getting into that little habit of smiling. There isn’t anything in the beauty box that can be rubbed on. rubbed in, or swallowed, that will make the face r ... wLv \ j / a JO \ ■Bl .vl; ■ ■liil Up.;• “ ••• h K./r'c. ‘ ••n te * ■ « MgK ; wjrj-, JU ir ~ * - ’ \ / -■> *’ I ■F/ JEF //WiW W/ Ly, \ JI I . -- - ■H ONE OF THE SENSATIONS OF THE SEASON. taloon is no more conspicuous than was the slit skirt of the spring. Hut on the masculine woman with a No. 7 shoe and a stride to match. I would rather By BEATRICE FAIRFAX. prettier than a sweet smile that has its origin in the heart. A smile that begins with the lips and ends there, like that smile on the stage, is not genuine, and has no effect in im proving one’s looks. It must begin with the heart, and to begin there, my dear : girls, the heart must he overhauled, renovated and expanded to give it room. Root Out Envy. Envy, jealousy, spite, discontent, re sentment, hatred must all be rooted out of the dark corners if you want this 1 Up-to-Date Jokes The general in command of a field day during maneuvers was watching , the work of the ambulance corps, and asked the 'Commander of one section what he was supposed to be treating a man for. ’’Concussion and total insensibility, sir,” was the reply. “What have you done?’’ asked the general. “Given him some brandy, sir.” was the prompt answer. “Why?” “Because he asked for it!" Customer—J wish I had as good a head of hair as you have. I have tried everything Io remedy my baldness, but with no good results. Watchmaker Have you ever tried tubbing your head with steel? Customer Certainly not. That’s, ri diculous. Watchmaker Why ridiculous" Isn't it a fact that steel makes the huir spring? {• "That was a great sermon you ! preached this morning," said the old: church warden, “and it was well timed,! too." Yes," rejoined the parson.* w ith a deep sigh; "I noticed that.’ , “Noticed what?" asked the puzzled wai den. j > "That several of the congregation looked at their watches frequently,” ' answered the good man. ; —— "Johnny," said the pretty teacher, I "what Is a kiss ’" 1 "1 can’t exactly put II in words.’ re turned the boy; "but if you really , wanter know 1 can show yer,” i not say what I think about them. Rut we shall see them, just as we saw the harem frocks, and probably we will grow used to them, too. smile to thrive. Apd upon its healthy growth depends your moral and physi cal growth. No girl can be well physically who hasn't a healthy smile growing up in side her. No girl can be-a beauty who has a faultless complexion, beautiful eyes, handsome features and a smile that reflects every selfish Impulse. Not only for one’s own sake should one acquire the healthy habit of smil ing. but for the effect one has on oth ers. It is the responsibility that no one escapes. Every one is responsible to every one else In the world for the in fluence one has on the world. And by “the world," my dear girls. I do not mean the great big outside world whose magnitude overwhelms you. I mean your own little world: I mean your family, your friends, your ac quaintances. I mean those whom you meet day after day in a social or busi ness way. You are responsible to them in a gri.it degree, for "what you are will others be,” and you owe it to them to ; be cheerful and smiling. It is a responsibility no one escape. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the Signature oi J ?p j ; fl 1 A fi Opium Whiskey mid Drug Habit trait* - Ada * id at Heme or at Banltariun Book og & i aubJect Free. DK H. M WOOLLKY, 24-N Victor Sanitarium. Atlanta. Ga i TETTERINE FOR POISON OAK J. T. Shuptrine, Savannah, Ga. Dear Sir. 1 inclose 50 cents in stamps' for a box of Tetterine. I have poison oak on me again, and Tetterine is all that ever has enrol it Please hurry it on to yours: respectfully, M H HAMLETT, Mf-ntalba. 'l’ex. 21. 1!»0S. Tetterine 50c. al your druggist, or by mail from manufacturers. The Shuptrine Cumpany, Savannah, Ga. Over-Zealous Friends By Frances L. Garside "1 have not so many friends that I shall grow confused among the num ber and forget my best ones.”—Nicho las Nickleby. < I >HIS is the season when every girl I who lias the inheritance nature planned for her is interested in a flower garden. It may be nothing more pretentious than a window box. Or it may be a round, little lied, in a corner of a tiny yard, or it may be as much ground as she likes. But whatever the size of her garden. I am sure that nature, the most de voted of all teachers, has taught her that she must not attempt to grow too many plants in a limited space. If she makes that blunder she has no flowers, for the fight for space be comes a fight for life, and everj- plant dies. If any survive, it is those of rank growth, and for which She cares the least. The same wise little girl with her flower bed is often not so wise in the cultivation of friends. She confuses number with popular ity. and believes*!hat she can be pop ular only by having a bosom friend in every girl she meets. She is crowding her little flower garden. The result will be that she has no friends at all. A girl can not have a large number of friends and he a good friend to all of them The very difference in their temperaments forbids it. A few friends are a help. Many friends become a hindrance. In trying to be kind to so many she is not kind to herself. With this friend pulling this way and another friend pulling that way, she gets the feeling that she is being pulled to pieces. What she may prefer can never be considered if her aim has been popularity. And 1 take it it has. or she would not be the bosom friend of every girl she meets. What she does to please one friend is the thing that displeases another. In trying to be a friend to all she gets the name of being a hypocrite. And to be a friend to all she has found it necessary to so conduct herself that the charge is not wh'dly without foun dation. When she falls In love, some of this army of friends approve and some dis approve. The former urge the ui'atch; the latter c<sme to her with tales and gossip and discourage it. Every' few days I get distressing let ters from girls who are in love. “Aly parents approve." writes one girl, and her letter has a weekly duplicate. 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Not an unhappy lot. If one is a help ful, contented spinster. But one can’t be that with the haunting regret of i having refused a good man because Lizzie didn't like ins habits, or Mary j didn't like bis hair, or Louise called him I a tri tier. She will find, after she has grown, older and becomes a hopeless spinster, i that she is lonesome. For Lizzie and' Mary and Louise, and all the other girls who restrained her from marrying, have married the men of their choice and gone off and left her. And it has happened matty times, my, dear little friend-hampered girt, that these girls have married the very men of whom they' disapproved to you. "1 have not so many friends that II shall grow confused among the number and forget my best ones,” said Tflcho las Nickleby. I beg of you to learn to say the same. “Just Say" HORLICK’S It Means Original and Genuine MALTED MILK The Food-drink for All Ages. More healthful than Tea or Coffee. Agrees with the weakest digestion. 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