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THE MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” jRv Nleta Stmmtns, Author of "Hushed Up" TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. "Well, isn’t she worth even the descent Into hades ’'’ Betty gazed at the face of the woman who looked out from the canvas at her The first glance was a revelation of beau ty that almost took her breath away, the second a revolt aga:nst the insult it of fered to all her tenderest susceptibilities —a sense of horror which, as it seemed, would never leave her And vet the subject and the treatment in all save one particular were absolutel) conventional It represented the woman bearing her box of spikenard exceeding precious, the glorious ha r of tradition creamed over het white, bare shoulders, ano from the cloud} background shone out the spear of light, symbol of the llolx Spirit Once again the painter s wife had served as his model Barrington, who had never painted Edith, who had never suf fered others tn paint her Only in one instance the • par’ • from conventional treatment, yr? • :>• tie of the picture a twckerx. a n?x <nd a horror. The eye* of tb«- V u .>n •>ere not .’Wir-fideci .*'* ’< r. • ■ * ’ ■ to heaven, they looked -;t fr r ' in vas. filled with evil laughter, th- m ig nant laughter of the w man wt tasted of all thing- who ha-- seen all things, and, behold, they w ere xerx wH No't Finished. •*Oh’” The girl gave a little cry and flung up her hands to her face to shut out the sight of it “You like it?” Barrington s voice came to her as from a gr» at distance, penetrat Ing into this world of horror xvhero het tenses sickened and reeled. ”'inu like it No, I don’t expect xou d<> It is too true It conveys too notable a lesson. But it in not finished yet: the foreshortening is wrong here. Oh, for three weeks more of sight three weeks' “Tony!” Betty had found her velcc again; the world was settling about her, the spasm of spiritual nausea passed Fhe was dealing, not with the Anthony, Barrington she had known, but with a man outside reason a man who. because he believed himself to be wronged, was full of the waspish instinct to sting and slay, even if it meant his own life and the light of life to do so. “Tony, you must destrox this thing You must Rm don't know what you have <lont* Even if she was what you Imagined her to be —and she was not that -it was scanda lous, brutal, unmanly. I haven't words for it—for you. Tony, dear, it isn’t thinkable”' Barrington replaced the covering over the picture and turned, looking down at Betty's flushed, upturned face He stood between her and the easel, as though he almost dreaded an attack on it and what it held “Little fool!” he said. "So you believe In her yet? Though it was she who sent your lover to the scaffold and the other fool to his judgment? Though she has turned my blood to gall and robbed me of my child and of faith in everything even in myself—” “Tony, you wrong her! She sinned in one thing onh her love for you. It was her one fault her fear of losing you. 1 know what you hint at. but it isn't true. Whatever her will was, she failed in ac complishment. He he was arrested be fore her poor letter reached* the police That was for you too, Tony!” Barrington raised his head and laughed —terrible sounding laughter. As Betty looked at him she was reminded sudden ly of Samson in the house of the Phil istines: Samson degraded, mutilated, vet Samson still. “Betty, she is your sister, but 1 can't help it. She was bad false to the core J—l am glad the child died. If I dared, I'd thank God for that!” His voice ceased suddenly He made a curious gesture xxith his outflung hands “What's that?” he said, and stood in the attitude of one who listens. “Oh, heaven! Betty, it's come! The darkness —the darkness!” Betty Lumsden knew what fear was the fear that grips «>n the heart with fingers of ice, the fear that numbs the Milady’s Toilet Table By MME. D’MILLE "Pull and lifeless hair makes a woman look older than sh* should 1 »rx sham pooing makes the hair bright, fluffy and clean -full of life ami lustre Put four ounces of powdered orris root in a fruit jar and mix it well with an original pack age of therox Sprinkle a teaspoonrul of the mixture on the head *>nce a week and brush it out thoroughly I’hcrox makes hair grow when everything else fails “The natural beautx of a person's face is marred by thin and straggly eyebrows and lashes Rubbing gently with plain pyroxin will indue*' thorn !•» grow long, thick and silky. The eyebrows should be brushed daily to train them to grow into an ar* h. “Instead of powder and paint, use a simple complexion lotion made at home by dissolving an original package ■ f max atone In a half pint of win h hazel Gen tly rub over the taco m the morning and all day your skin wdi be as clear, soft and satiny as a baby’s with no dark or muddy discolorations “Delatone is equal to the electric needle for the removal of superflu’Vr hair, is positively painless and not nrarlx so ox pensive .lust mix a little delaton* with water, cover the wild hairs with this paste, let it remain two mil - thot wash the skin, and th* ■ Hrs xx ill be gone.” Wilton Jellico Coal $4.50 MraoaMM PER TON Place Your Order Before Ad vance JELLICO COAL CO. 82 Peachtree St. 1 Both Phones 3668 F brain and destroys reason. She had looked Into the gaunt eyes of fear in ♦ hat room of horror in Tempest street, "here she had seen a man lie dead But I she had never heard fear speak as it spoke in Anthony Barrington’s rattling I voice 1 “Tony! Oh. no, no!” She hardly knew what she said. She . took a step toward him. and saw that I he stood afraid to mox - e saw that those ! eyes, twitching no longer, hut fixed in a dreadful stare, saw nothing of her, noth i ing of what they looked on I “Its true, I tell you! Something , snapped in my head, and the light went out. It’s black —quite black!” ’ Tony’ ’ She crept closer to him, put out her hand, and felt his close on. it desper ately “The darkness will lift If you keep very quiet the darkness will lift. Come hack \fith me to the house ” She felt that, come what might, she must got him away out of this place, where everywhere around her Edith’s tor- re. ryes looked d -wn, and Edith’s lips I i.ighcd dreadful laughter. The Darkness. No. no; I can’t see. 1 tell you. It’s darkness ” he whispered, like a little child “Betty, you can’ leave me. You wouldn t do that vou wouldn't leave me alone in the darkness?” "No, no t inly for a moment- to send for help to send for the doctor. Tony— ’’ He had caught at her desperately in a grip of whose strength he was utterly unconscious 'I won’t ieave you,” she murmured “Only come away here—let us sit down and wait. Some one will come, perhaps Have you no means of communication with the house? No. let us wait. You'll be bettor soon. It's the excitement the you’ve not been careful enough But. I’ll take care of you now; oh, my poor boy!" There were tears in Betty’s eyes; she strove to keep them back, to control her voice. 1 shall never be better He gax’e me six months at most. It's the black end. Oh, Betty, Betty!" She made no effort to speak There were no words she could say. She could i only wait. But she did got him. at last, trembling and starting like a frightened horse, away from the easel to the Jong 1 oak settee with its tumbled cushions that Mood against the wall, where he sat hud dled against her. There, with her arn about him, she made soft sounds of sym pathy over him, as she might have mad them over a child. "Betty, I'm a coward. I can’t face It. ‘ ' I can’t”— “No; you’re not a coward. You're hard hit. that’s all. but not afraid.” Betty’s voice was very tender, the grip of her hand on his was a s firm as that of a man “There's no one to see you now— there's only mo, and I understand. This will pass you'll be your splendid self.” "There’s nothing to struggle for. The 1 pluck’s dead gone out of me If 1 were only dead!” groaned the man, miserably. Betty said nothing. She had raised her eyes from the marred fa<> on her shoul- I dor to see standing at the far end of the ’ studio, looking at her with an expression I hard to read on her W’hite face, Edith, her sister and this man’s wife. The House on the Moor. Mr. Paul Saxe sat In the spartanly furniahed inner sanctum of the palatial suite of offices at t’hiclicster House. There w<»r«* no flowers in the big vase on the side table. Miss Tremlett had left her post suddenly a few weeks before, and her successor, a male stenographer with large, flat face and lint eyelashes, had received no orders regarding the filling of flower vases and could not quite possibly, have executed them if he had. There was a subtle change In the face of the financier. It was less haggard, less worried looking, than It had been a few months ago when, on one memorable oc casion. a message had come tinkling over the wires, conveying the nows that for the moment bad startled even him; - ’ This night thy soul shall be required of thee lie had long since given up even wondering what the meaning of those words could he. Just for a few’ hours a few days he had dreaded lie hardly knew what he dreaded some lurking shape that would step out of the shadows, some figure started up out of the past, ! that would lax chill fingers on this fair j fruit of his success and turn it rotten at , the touch. If less haggard, the man's face had hardened; the air <>f radiant youth that had given it that curious, almost effimin ate beautx was gone. His character had hardened also, or else be had dropped the pose of softness; that xvas xvhx there were no roses in the tall glass vase that re mained as a memorial of the time that was past There was a pile of papers on the table before him. letters waiting for his signa ture. that the sandy-haired clerk had brought in some time ago Paul Saxe had not looked at them; he was thinking a student of character might have seen him there, like a crafty brown spider in his web, weaving, al wax s weaving, nets I for the taking of a girl’s white soul But th* y must be w’oven very craftily, woven invisibly, so that she slipped herself into their enmeshing center He wouhl have i no xvonian won by force to grieve and ' pine beside him His w ife must become his wife of her own free choice within the ' limit of that year of gra«*e, and he knew enough of human nature, enough of wom en. to re.alze that, once having made her bargain, Bettx Lumsden would be as true ' as steel to it Another Message. It seemed to him that they were spread | ing wadi, those fine, impalpable nets, i The entrance of a clerk xxith a tele I grain broke in abruptly on this day dream. ’ Saxe. r<nising himself, looked at the nr i argc-colored envelope with a certain ap- I prrh<-nsion, as though be, to whom such a I mode of communication was more com- ) I mon than postcards, belonged to the fasti • ixing race who associate telegrams with j ; disaster To Be Continued in Next Issue. ! NATIONAL SURGICAL INSTITUTE For the Treatment of XtZ. DEFORMITIES a *w' ESTABLISHED 1874. A V Fi'lf ( ' ive ’hf deformed / j children a chance. / K /fe\v\ I -L* Send us their / \ names, we can / * I ’ help them. This Institue Treats Club Feet. Dis cases of the Spine, Hip Joints, Paralv sis, etc. Send for illustrated catalog. 72 South Pryor Street. Atlanta, Ga. :::: Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites :::: ? Ihe Girt* II tth “A<vw.r’ — the Cause and Remedy ___ ........... . .. 3 "A-.. v ' IS • f i •\\ // z 4 j § \\ r T K !■ \\ / • Mr \N // v 1 x. ” /v XX // xztV MISS MARIE VERNON. One of tin Ziegfeld be.iuties in "A Winsome Widow" company. By MARIE VERNON. PEOPLE say It's the fat man who suffers most In summertime, but don't believe it. The real sufferer is the girl with the nerves. Why, I know girls who can start in and worry themselves into heat pros tration, so (hat you have to give them aromatic spirits, put ice to their necks, fan them and sympathize with them until their nerves calm down, for it is just a matter of nerves. On the stage, people seem to expect a display of temperament, but from what I have noticed this temperament, when it isn't put on. Is Just nerves un controlled, and the greatest actresses those who make the most success— don't indulge in nerves, and. indeed, they have learned to control them abso lutely. I was in the company once with our best loved American woman star. 1 won’t toll you who she was. because you ought to he able to guess. Never during all the time that I was there did she give a single display of nerves behind the scenes, though she had to be very emotional before the footlights. Somebody asked her why she was so quiet and self-possessed at the time, during rehearsals or when things went wrong in the company. "I can't afford wasting my vitality in having a tantrum and in losing self control. which is rea)ly what an attack of nerves is." was her answer, and it gave me a good deal to think about, as she was a delicate little woman—the kind you would expect to go all to pieces at the slightest thing. A Good Lesson. I learned from her to hold myself in hand and to govern and control my own nervousness, and since that time, though I don't want to flatter myself. I think I have grown much better look ing. The girl who lets herself have nerves will soon And a lot of little' lines and wrinkles forming in her face. If she has a very tine skin. the> look like tiny little etched lines on the surface of her face, and alien she is gay and merry they don't show at all. But the min ute she is the least bit tired or begins to fret pnd worry she looks ten years older tn a very few minutes. I suppose nerves come from a poor constitution; but I have seen lots of perfectly healthy girls give away to I their fretful thoughts, and become just I as nervous as if they were chronic in valids. while, on the other hand, I know girls who really do suffer con siderable physical pain, but who have such wonderful Self-control that they ' never indulge in tantrum, or let you even think they have aching nerves in ' their body. I don't know yvhat the medical cure for nerves Is, but lots of times a girl can cure herself without having to go to a doctor, for 1 was my own physi cian. and I think I made a very suc cessful cure. When I found that my nervousness was beginning to affect my looks and that I was getting thin and harassed looking. 1 decided that raw nerves were a very poor investment for a girl who wanted to make a success on the stage. I decided, first of all, that 1 wouldn't worry about anything that could be remedied, and that I would make my self stop thinking of the troubles that couldn't be changed. Os course, this took some will power, and nobody'can do it for you. so th' nervous girl his to just buckle down to a hard mental i drill al! by herself. 1 worked hard at the things I wanted to do, and I tried not to be idle, picking up sewing or reading a book during the time that I otherwise would have spent in fret ting. I was very thin, and looked about for a diet that would be sooth ing to the nervous system and fatten ing at th< same time. After a while this is about w hat I settled on for my daily meals: What To Eat. For breakfast, cocoa, a cereal, two eggs and plenty of broad and butter. For lunch, cocoa once more, macaroni, vegetables, rice or potatoes. and a fruit salad. At night, I had a good soup, meat, one fresh vegetable and potatoes, and fruit for dessert. I ate lots of toasted bread, with butter, for all my meals. You eat more butter on toast than you do on ordinary bread; have you ever noticed that? And butter, of course, is fattening. Just before I went to bed 1 had a glass of malted milk or milk with an egg beaten up in it. When I was play ing 1 at' 1 a little heartier supper and kept a bottle of milk in my dressing room to drink between times. Do Y ou Know— Occasionally one reads that, yvhen human bodies are thought to be in riv ers and can not be found, “a loaf of bread has- been floated down the stream." But very few people have the hast idi a what, connection there is between bread and the finding of bodies. When the river has been dragged with out result, a loaf of bread is cut in two, a place hollowed out in the middle, ami a quantity of quicksilver inserted. The two halves of the loaf are then fastened together again, and the bread is thrown into the water in the place where the body is supposed to be. With out fail, the loaf floats along until it reaches the vicinity of the body, and then revolves quickly, hovering over the spot. A German merchant, resident tn .Moscow, has left all his fortune, amounting to half a million, to all those ■ f his employees who have served un der him for five years or more. Their portions are to be reckoned on the ba sis of the first annual wage multiplied by the number of years they have been in his sc. vice. Those who have worked for the firm le-s than five years receive a joint sum of $.">",001!, which is to be divided according to wages and length of service. The staff have decided to organize the business inherited by them into a joint stock company. Scotland contains a considerable number of well t reserved and impos ing forests, eared for and protected for Wnturies One of these forests con tains more than 5,000 acres, with many tree.- mote than three feet in diameter. "Ik>n,'t kiss each other on the public highway , it's awful* to see a woman doing a man's work," is one of the "ikrnt's" f the Wellesley College Girls. Nearly sl.nei\i)Oo worth of furs were i sold at the Irbit (Russia) fair this year. Os this amount squirrel skins brought | $ 1 .B4U.“<’o. Most gems can be imitated, but at- , tempts made to "reconstruct” the em erald have tailed. Ono-sixth of the 'territorial surface of the globe is occupied by the Russian empire. ■ I had always been very much af fected by the heat and groaned and complained like other nervous people, so I made up my mind that I would never mention the heat again, except in a casual way, and that I would stop complaining about it. I soon found that I didn’t feel so hot, and I looked much cooler, which is always sustaining to one’s vitality. Even now that I don’t confess that I have any perves at all, I am very careful not to indulge in tea and coffee, and I pay strict attention to my diet, because I think that your disposition depends very largely on what you eat and how it agrees with you. I couldn’t work well if I didn't feel in good health, and I certainly could not be amiable unless I felt right up to the mark. Now we all know that beauty depends on an amiable spirit and a happy disposition as much as it does on regular features and good eyes. Given the regular features you ought to be able to develop a good disposi tion, and if you have nerves you can and should conquer them, for there is nothing more certain than that giving away to fits of nerves will ruin the prettiest face and give it a pouting, peevish expression. . I WOMAN SICK TWELVEJEARS Wants Other Women to Know How She Was Finally Restored to Health. Louisiana. Mo.“I think a woman I naturally dislikes to make her troubles | r ——t known tn the public, Hbut complete restor ation tohoalth means so much to me that I cannot keep from telling mine for the sake of other suffer ing women. “ I had been sick about twelve years, and had eleven doc tors. I had drag i ging down pains, pains at monthly periods, bilious spells, and was getting worse all the time. 1 would hardly get over one spell when I would be sick again. No tongue can tell what I suffered from cramps, and at times I could hardly walk. The doctors said I might die at one of those times, but I took Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound and got better right away. Y our valuable medicine is worth more than mountains of gold to suffering wo men.”—Mrs. Bertha Muff, 503 N. 4th j Street, Louisiana, Mo. Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, made from native roots and herbs, contains no narcotic or harmful drugs, and to-day holds the record of being the most successful remedy for female ills we i know of, and thousands of voluntary testimonials on file in the Pinkham | laboratory at Lynn,Mass., seem to prove j this fact. If you want special advice write to Lydii; E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confl- ! dential) Lynn. Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered hy a , woman and held in strict confidence. 1 here Is No Recipe Ry Beatrice Fairfax 'No man ever y»t failed to make love from Ignorance how to begin."—Eden Phillpote. "R. W. V” writes: 1 nm a young man of 2S, with falrb good looks and plenty of money. With every availabh' effort I h<ve tried to g.un the affection of a young woman wht>in I love dearly, but she always acts very coolly to ward me, though she accept.* ail my attentions. Her parents do not ob ject to nn keeping company with their daughter, and always receive me cordially when I visit them. ' Please toll me what to do to win her love.’’ t CYNIC has defined courtship as "a AA period of varying length passed by a man and a woman in trying to deceive each other.” How true that may be only those who claim to have been deceived can say. But if there be any deception, it is a deception that phases. It is a de ception without which no education can be complete. It is in experience that makes tho heart more tender, that broadens the sympathies, and that for the time be ing turns to a rose pink all that is gray in the world. If in the years to come the rose pink begins to fade, there will always be the sweet memory that the color once prevailed. This ymung man wishes to paint the world a rose pink for tjte girl he loves, and she refuses to permit him. In his dilemma he asks to be shown the way. Only One Recipe. My dear young man, there are recipes for mixing all kinds of paint but the rose pink of romance. Moonlight is not essential, though the scene is best laid with it as an acces sory. It is not necessary that “we two” be alone. Love has been told many times in a crowd, and the telling is just as sweet. You say you have fairly good looks and plenty of money. Neither is need ed, nnd ‘he love that is most sincere, the most lasting, and the most beautiful of all is told oftenest without either. She accepts your attentions, but re fuses to accept your love. This does not mean there is any fault with either. It is possible to love less than you love, and win that for which one made no effort. It is possible to win a girl by paying her no attention. 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With the first feel ing of doubt there may come a realiza tion of what losing you will mean. She thinks life would not be pleas ant with you. Let her learn'what it is without you for a tinie. If you have been krind and consider- ' ate and devoted, she will miss all this, and will signal for you to return. Some women never know they love a man until they are about to lose him. Further than those suggestions for playing the game, I know no more. GETTING MORE FOOD VALUE FOR LESS MONEY. When you consider the high food value of Faust Spaghetti and the delicious dishes it makes, the cost seems ridiculously low. Don’t you think you should serve it much more often? It will mean a con siderable saving in your house hold, expenses and a sure delight to your family. Faust Spaghetti is made from Amer ican Durum wheat, by Americans, in a clean American factory. We seal it up in dust, dirt and damp-proof packages to keep it clean and wholesome until it reaches you. Your grocer sells Faust Spaghetti in 5c and 10c packages. MAULL BROS., St. Louis. Mo.