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THE GE MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” Ry Meta Simmins, 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 against the insult it of fered to all her tenderest susceptibilities —a sense of horror which, as it seemed, would never leave her. And yet the subject and the treatment in all save one particular were absolutely conventional It represented the woman bearing her box of spikenard exceeding precious; the glorious hair of tradition ‘reamed over her white, bare shoulders, ano from the elßudy background shone out the spear of light, symbol of the Holy Spirit. Once again the painter’s wife had served as his model—Barrington, who had never painted Edith, who had never suf fered others to paint her. Only in one instance the departure from conventional treatment, yet it made of the picture a mockery, a blasphemy •end a horror. The eyes of the Magdalen -ere not ear-flited, <-a-». up in penitence to heaven; they looked out from the can vas. filled with evil laughter, the malig nant laughter of the woman who has tasted of all things, who has seen all things, and, behold, they were very evil. Not 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 great distance, penetrat ing into this world of horror whqje her senses sickened and reeled. "You like it? No. I don't expect you do. It is too true. It conveys too notable a lesson. But it is not finished yet: the foreshortening is wrong here. Oh. for three weeks more of sight—three weeks" — "Tony!" Betty bad found her voice again: the world was settling about her, the spasm of spiritual nausea passed. She 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 destroy this thing. You must. You don't know what you have done. 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 tool!" 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 only—her love for you. It was her one fault —her fear of losing you. I 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, yet Samson still. "Betty, she is your sister, but I 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 with 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 on the heart with fingers of ice, the fear that numbs the Milady’s Toilet Table By MME. 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She took a step toward him. and Saw that he stood afraid to move; saw that those eyes, twitching no longer, bht fixed in a dreadful stare, saw nothing of her. noth ing of what they looked on. "It’s 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 back with me to the house.” She felt that, come what might, she must get him away out of this place, where everywhere around her Edith’s tor tured eyes looked down, and Edith’s lips laughed dreadful laughter. The Darkness. "No. no; I can’t see, I tell you. It’s darkness.” he whispered, like a little child. "Betty, you can’ leave me. You wouldn't do that—you wouldn't leave me alone in the darkness?" "No. no. Only 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 leave 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 better 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. "’ shall never be better. He gave 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 only wait. But she did get him, at lasi, trembling and starting like a frightened horse, away from the easel to the long oak settee with its tumbled cushions tl. stood against the wall, where he sat ho. . died against her. There, with her ar > 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 i>. 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 het hand on his was as firm as that of a man. "There’s no one to see you now— there’s only me. and 1 understand. This will pass—you'll be your splendid self.” "There’s nothing to struggle for. The pluck's dead gone out of me. If I were only dead!” groaned the man. miserably. Betty said nothing. She bad raised her eyes from the marred face on her shoul der to see standing at the far end of the studio, looking at her with an expression hard to read on her white face, Edith, her sister and this man’s wife. The House on the Moor. Mr. Paul Saxe sat in the spartanly furnished inner sanctum of the palatial suite of offices at Chichester House. There were 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 news that for the moment had startled even him - "This night thy soul shall be required of thee." He had long since given up even wondering what the meaning of those words could be. .lust for a few hours—a few days—he had dreaded—he hardly knew what he dreaded—some lurking shape that would step out of the shadows, some figure started up out of the' past, that w’ould lay chill fingers on this fair fruit of his success and turn it rotten at the touch. If less haggard, the man's face had hardened; the air of radiant youth that had given it that curious, almost effimin ate beauty was gone His character had hardened also, or else he had dropped the pose of softness: that was why 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 wafting for his signa ture, that the sandy-haired clerk had brought in some time ago Patil 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, always weaving, nets for the taking of a girl’s white soul. But they must be woven very craftily, woven invisibly, so that she slipped herself into their enmeshing center. He would have no woman won by’ force to grieve and pine beside him His wife must become his wife of her own free choice—within the limit of that year of grace, Tind he knew enough of human nature, enough of wom en. to realze that, once having made her bargain. Betty Lumsden would be as true as steel to it. Another Message. ' It seemed to him that they were spread ing well, those fine, impalpable nets. T.he entrance of a clerk w’ith a tele gram broke in abruptly on this day dream. Saxe, rousing himself, looked at the or ange-colored envelope with a certain ap prehension. as though he. to whom such a mode of communication was more com mon than postcards, belonged to the fast dying race who associate telegrams with disaster. To Be Continued in Next Issue. NATIONAL SURGICAL INSTITUTE For the Treatment of DEFORMITIES £ u\ ' .Vy ESTABL!SHED 1874 - A ■; mA Give the deformed J V 7n| children a chance. / /|\y\ -ill Send us their / »rs \ /\l names, we can / |I ' help them. This Institue Treats Chth Feet, Dis eases of the Spine, Hip Joints. Paraly sis, etc. Send for illustrated catalog. . 72 South Pryor Street. Atlanta, Ga. Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites The Girl With “Nerves"—the Cause and Remedy I <'■' dßw ' : A \\ f z iv ial I // MISS MARIE VERNON. One of io Ziegfeld beauties in "A Winsome Widow” company. By MARIE VERNON. PEOPLE say it’s the fat man who suffers most in summer time, 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 that 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 vs nerves. On the stage, people seem to expect a display of temperament, but from what 1 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, apd, 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 tell .you who she was. because you ought to be 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 really 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 1 don't want to flatter myself. I think 1 have grown much better look ing. The girl who lets herself have nerves will soon find a lot of little lines and wrinkles forming in her face, if she has a very fine skin, they look like tiny little etched lines on the surface of her face, and when 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 and worry she looks ten years older in a very few' minutes. I suppose nerves come from a poor constitution; but I have seen lots of perfectly healthy girls give away to their fretful thoughts, and become just 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 what 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-. clan, and 1 think I made a very suc cessful cure. When I found that my nervousness, was beginning to affect my looks and that 1 was getting thin and harassed looking. I 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 aoout anything that could be remedied, and that 1 would make my self stop thinking of the troubles that couldn't be changed. Os course, this took some will power, and nebodv can do it for you; so the nervous git I h is to just buckle down to a hard mental drill all by herself. 1 worked hard at the things I wanted to do, and 1 tried not to be idle, picking up sewing or 1 reading a hook riming 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 -1 ing to the nervous system and fatten ing at the same time. After a while 1 this is about what I settled on for my • daily meals: ’ What To Eat. r For breakfast, cocoa, a cereal, twe t eggs and plenty of bread and butter. , For lunch, cocoa once more, macaroni, vegetables, rice or potatoes, and a fruit salad. At night, 1 had a good soup.' meat, one fresh vegetable and potatoes, and fruit for dessert. 1 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 I had a .lass of malted milk or milk with an . egg beaten up in it. When I was play ing I ate a little heartier supper and kept a bottle of milk in my dressing Toom to drink between times. Do You Know— Occasionally one reads that, when human bodies are thought to be in riv irs and can not be found, "a loaf of bread has been floated down the stream." But very few people have the least idea what connection there is between bread and the finding of bodies. When the river has been dragged with out result, a loaf of breaif is cut in two, a place hollowed out in the middle, and 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 vicinrty of the body, and then revolves quickly, hovering over the spot. A German merchant, resident in Moscow, has left all his fortune, amounting to half a million, to all those of his employees who have served un der him for five years or more. Their portions are-to he reckoned on the ba sis of the first annual wage multiplied by the number of years they have been in his service. Those who have worked for the firm less than five years receive a joint sum of $50,000, which is to be divided according to wages and length of service. The staff have decided to I organize the business inherited by them | into a joint stock company. i Scotland contains a considerable number of well preserved and impos ing forests, cared for and protected for centuries. One of these forests con tains more than 5.000 acres, with many trees mo:e than three feet in diameter "Don't kiss each other on the public highway; it's awful to see a woman doing a man's work," is one of the “Dont’s" of the Wellesley t'ollege Girls. Nearly $4,000,000 worth of furs were sold at the Irbit (Russia) fair this year. Os this amount squirrel skins brought $1,640,700. Most gems can be imitated, but at tempts made to "reconstruct" the em erald have failed. <)m --ixth of th'- tesritorial surface of the globe is occupied by ttie Russia i em pi re. I had always boon very much af fected by the heat and groaned and complained like other nervous people, so I made up my mind that I w’ould 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 nerves at all, 1 am very careful not to indulge in tea and coffee, and 1 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 1 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 tiiat giving away to fits of nerves will ruin the prettiest face and give it a pouting, peevish expression. WOMAN SICK TWELVEYEARS Wants O ther Women to Know How She Was Finally Restored to Health. 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Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, rflade 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 know of, and thousands of voluntary testimonials on file in the Pinkham laboratory at Lynn,Mass., seem to prove this fact. If you want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) i.ynu, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence. 1 here Is No Recipe Ry Reatrice Fairfax "No man ever yet failed to make love from ignorance how to begin."—Eden Phillpots. “R. W. V.” writes: “I am a young man of 2». with fairly good looks and plenty of money. "With every available effort I have tried to gain the affection of a young woman whom I love dearly, but she always acts very’ coolly to ward me, though she accepts ail my attentions. Her parents do not ob ject to my keeping company with their daughter, and always receive me cordially when I visit them. “Please tell me what to do to win her love.” % CYNIC has defined courtship as "a 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 pleases. It is a de ception without w hich no education can be complete. It is an experience that makes the heart more tender, that broadens the •sympathies, and tiiat 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 Ihe sweet memory that the color once prevailed. Tills young man wishes to paint the world a rose pink for the girl he loves, and she refuses to permit him. In his dilemma he asks to be shown the way. Only One Recipe. My deal- 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. and the love that Is most sincere, fne 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. No one can define and outline and portray every little detail of a court ship that will end in success. 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