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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
“The Gates of Silence’’
Av Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up"
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TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
That ihe perpetual atmosphere of sus
fcion in which they lived, the knowledge
Gai an immense hotly of men cringed
cfore them in a very dreadful and ab
»ct servility, conduced m an elevation
f character it would be ridiculous to
retcnt. Every hour of his life Riming
■»n realized more and more the truth of
hat the prison doctor had 'old him
lat the one chance of peace in a prison
ested on the prisoner’s power of abso
itely renouncing his own will. The si
mt automaton is the man whose good
larks are rarely if ever diminished, un
t iss. as occasionally happens, the warder
as a personal animus against him.
i What he learned to realize more and
tore also was that, apart from the amaz
ig inequalities of the law—by which, for
istance. it is possible for one man to
c sentenced to three years hard labor
•>r the theft of a watch and chain, while
nother. of notoriously evil character.
ho has kicked his wife insensible under
ircumstances of horrible brutality, is
iven as many months there was a large
rnportion of the inhabitants of a prison
nr whom imprisonment was hardly a
unishment at all. far less a deterrent
rem crime.
There were men with whom he had
een brought in contact, both at Worm-
Wood Scrubs and here In Bilmouth. for
whom the prison taint had no existence,
rho realized nothing of its shame; men
vho frankly enough admitted that, so
ar as physical conditions went, they
cere better in than out of prison. As he
istened to their talk he realized how it
i nuld be so. For men who had lived on
ihe fringe of crime, with no home but
<he streets —cadging for free meals at
Jhe various philanthropic institutions
Sleeping out of doors, or. on more pros
<»erous occasions, in the filthy hunks of
Jtnme evil doss house—it was better from
8 material point of view to bp where
lhey were fed and clothed ami warmed,
without thought or responsibility. For
such men. Rinungton realized, the cap
rices of fate mean very little; the man
|who knows nothing of the meaning of
affection feels little penalty in the sever
ance of social ties.
Rough Philosophy.
One of his fellow-prisoners in the out
door gang summed the matter up for him
with a rough philosophy Hp was a man
w ho had killed his wife in a fit of homi
cidal mania during an illness, the result
ts weeks of privation and want
“I don’t know as I m caring greatly 7
for the thought o' the end of my ten
rears. I’ve been a cussed sight worser
»ff than I am ere. Here, so long’s 1
hp'aves meself. every one's kind to me.
That don’t, by no means, foller out there.
! An’.” he added, reflectively. "w’en all s
-said an’ done, it's a great thing to get
yer grub reg'lar.’”
No, not upon the criminal class, hut
.■upon his own. did the punishment fall
With a terrible and appalling severity.
The fall from freedom to slavery the
-■.( range from the world of beauty to this
work* of soulless f« rmalism. this exist
ence which n ' from the solitary <r||
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Anty Drudge Invited to Take an
Automobile Ride.
5/l’s Spic-a-spav (joyfully) “Hello, Anty Drudge! Come
take a ride with me!”
Anty Drudge— An automobile! How extravagant.”
Afiss Spic-a-.’pan—“No. I earned this with my painting.
And Ido all my own housework. This is washday,
but I was through by 12 o'clock. That Fels-Naptha
you told me of is like sunshine on a rainy day. Why,
the hanging out is the hardest part of my washing.”
If time is money, Fels-Naptha will save
yon money and lots of it every washday.
Perhaps you don’t consider your time
is worth money. But your coal is, and
your clothes are, and you certainly value
your health.
Fels-Naptha saves your coal or other
fuel Because it cleanses your clothes in cool
or lukewarm water, with no need for a hot
fire to heat water or boil your clothes,
either in summer or winter.
It saves your clothes because there is
no boiling to weaken their fibre and no
hard rubbing to wear holes in them.
It saves your healtn because it takes all
the back-breaking work out of washday
and removes the danger of catching cold
from overheated room or steaming suds.
Aren’t these things worth saving?
If you think so, get Fels-Naptha and
use it according to directions on the red
and green wrapper.
to the tread wheel —perhaps to the ex
hausting labor of the stone quarry, or
the humiliating tasks of the tailor shops
or 'the sewing rooms that, in al! truth,
was terrible enough. But it was not
the W'Tst —it was the inner life of the soul
that must be lived during the lonely,
unoccupied hours, when the dim light
that was almost a mockery flickered out
side the corridor window, and, innocent
or guilty, one stumbled along a via dolo
rosa. scourged by one's own bitter
t hough* s.
There were nights when his narrow cell
became for-.lack Ritnlngton a battle field
of passion whose very existence he had
hardly suspected; when everything slipped
from his- his belief in the justice of
heaven or man. his faith in man or wom
an. Nights when even Betty seemed
false to the very core -nights when his
, imagination tortured him with a hundred
. pictures in which he saw the life he had
, left as through a distorting glass Betty
and Patil Saxe and the murdered man
treading the measure of a dance of death
for which he was the victim.
A Daring Thought.
It was after one of the nights that had
left him racked and spent, like a man
recovering from some dire illness, utterly
unfit to go out with his gang into the bit
i ter. biting air to the rough work of stone
casting and carrying, that, at his strong
est, taxed his resources to the uttermost,
that the thought of escape camp to Rim
i ington.
’ He had fallen asleep toward morning
an uneasy sleep, more full of pain and
‘ fear than even those long, bitter, wake
ful hours had been broken by ugly, and
i for the most part formless, dreams. Only
one remained in his memory; he had
awakened from it with a cry on his lips
and a strange certainty in his mind that
he had heard his own name called aloud
' in the silence of his cell his own name
i and nothing more. “Jack!” and again
• “Jack!” But it was Betty’s voice that
had called Betty's voice in ihp extremity
of fear and anguish.
The dream was brief and of the slight
i est to cause the impression that it did
r on the man's mind; an impression that
he could not shake off. that gave strength
and coherence to his idea of his escape
that a week ago yesterday, perhaps
would have seemed to him the suggestion
i of madness.
i To escape from Bilmouth! To attempt
to escape in January, with snow coming
for a certainty from those gray skies
which hung so low and sullen over the
moor’
i Just this his dream: A long, white
epuntry road winding up and disappear
ing over the brow of a hill, a road edged
with wide, grassy borders golden with
buttercups, and on the roadway the flying
1 figure of a girl Betty . The face was to
ward him, and he could see the look of
piteous fear upon it as she ran wdth out
stretched hands, and behind her, leaping
I and running oddly, a black shape of fear
to which his waking thoughts could give
• no name, hut which, even now. he real
ized to be something unspeakably evil and
menacing.
To Be .sontinued in Next Issue.
Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites
The Value of Mental Concentration
By JANE WARRINGTON. |
Il THEN 1 was asked to give my
Vv secret of beauty I had that |
same nervous, creeping feeling
one gets on opening nights, when one '
is not sure of one’s part, because, alas!
dear reader. I have no beautv secret. I
Every girl on the stage possesses '
some degree of good looks, but most of
us have sense enough not to pose as
great beauties. At least, we don't do
that to ourselves. As far as I can see.
the very great beauties are women who
have worked at being beautiful for a
long time. Take Gaby Deslys. for in
stance. She certainly makes a business
of being beautiful, and now that I have
begun to think about the matter. 1
may try to do so myself, and in five or
ten years 1 will have secrets of beauty,
but up to now, like Topsy, ”1 just
growed."
Not having any secrets of my own. I
shall tell you those of a woman 1 was
talking to in the basement of a great
big department store the other day.
She was demonstrating some sort of a
toaster that she had invented herself,
and she was a very handsome looking
woman, who might have been 35 or so.
She had a pood figure, black hair. nat.
ural: fine black eyes, and a full round
face with not a wrinkle on it. I had
been buying make-up for the stage, and
drppped the bundle in front of her
stand. The paper burst, and all the
things fell out. She was very nice, and
helped me pick them up and wrapped
them up again, and that is how we got
into conversation about beauty, be
cause all the things in the package
were to make me look better on the
stage.
“These things." said the demonstrator |
of the toasting machine, as she looked I
at me with a smile, pointing to the
rouge and the eyelash pencil, “these
things will never make one beautiful,
though they do create the illusion of
beauty from the other side of the foot
lights.
The Secret.
“If you want to be beautiful, you
must think beauty, von must WILL
yourself to be beautiful."
When she said this her eyes flashed,
and she spoke exactly as if she were
on the stage acting the leading lady.
I got interested because she felt so
keenly on the subject, and I knew' that
I would have to write this article for
you. so I thought I would get some
notes.
"How do you THINK yourself beau
tiful. and how do you WILL yourself
to be beautiful if you are not?"
"1 have willed myself to be beautiful
since I was a girl of your age." said
the saleswoman. "But I was not a
pretty girl, like ,you. fl put that in
because that is what she said, though
I don't want to flatter myself.)"
She went on:
"I was a plain, awkward, ugly girl,
with eyes too big for my face, and a
mouth that was just a slit, hollow
cheeks and an undeveloped figure, but
I adored beauty. I wanted to be beau
tiful more than anything else In the
world, and I determined that I would
be as nearly beautiful as a person with
my limitations could be."
“Please tell me just how you began."
I questioned her. and wished I had ■»
notebook like a regular reporter.
“To begin with, I studied the people
that I met. picking out those who were
the best looking, and I tried to find out
what their secret was In almost every
case the best looking women were the
healthiest and the happiest. They led
normal busy lives, they kept their
minds occupied w ith pleasant thoughts.
Up-to-Date Jokes
They w ere decorating the parish i
church for a certain festival, when the
vicar happened to come in. Seeing
some tacks lying about the pulpit, he
remarked to his daughter, who had ap
parently been using them:
"Don't leave those tacks lying about.
Katie. Whai would happen if 1 step-'
ped on one in the middle of the ser
mon
“Well." rxHaimed Katie. "then ■
would be one point you wouldn't linger i
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A professor one day objected to a
candidate for graduation (who was a
native of Ceylon» on the ground of
false spelling
"Why." he said, "he actually spelled I
exceed' with one 'e.' "
“Oh." replied the candidate's sup
porter, “you should remember that he
came from the land of the Cingal-ese.'
The joke saved the candidate.
Magistrate -Are you aware of miti
gating circumstances in your case .'
Criminal —Yes. your worship: this is I
the fiftieth time 1 have been arrested
sot vagrancy, and 1 thought that pet - |
haps we might get up a little Jubilee.
"Sam Johnson, you've been fightin
agin. Youse lost two of yo' front
teeth."
"No. I ain't, mammy, honest. Ise got
'em in me pocket.”
"So you don't care for chess?"
"Not much. It's annoying to be wak- |
ened every time you drop into a nice
nap merely to be told that it is your
move."
A missionary writes from the Fiji
islands as follows:
"Our small force of brothers seem to
he absolutely unable to cope with the
distress which prevails In this dark and
benighted land. Man) of the natives
are starving fm food Please send a
few more missionaries."
Miss Jane / \
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and they did not do any of the things
which are destructive to beauty, ns 1
found out later.
■ "These destructive things are often
taken up as fads. One of them is prev
alent just now among w omen of a ce:-
tain set. That is smoking. Hundreds
and hundreds nr women and young
girls smoke without realizing that this
vicious habit will rob them of every
vestige of good looks. Another thing
that destroys your beauty Is alcohol in
any form at all. A third is gossiping
and malicious and unkind thoughts of
other people.
“A fourth is uncleanliness. either
mental or physical. A fifth is laziness,
also mental or physical. If you want
to be good looking you must work.
While you are very voting you work to
enhance the qualities which nature has
given you; later on you must work even
harder to keep these gifts from rusting
and deteriorating. The woman who!
lets herself get hideously fat —unless it |
Is a dis-ease, as- It f-equenlly is -is laz.y. i
The woman who is mentally indolent
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a great deal with my back and was so
■ nervous I could scarcely sleep at night,
‘ and I did not do any housework for three
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may have beautiful features and a good
complexion, but she can not figure
among those women whom I call beau
tiful, who combine mental and physical
gifis, which interest and charm every
one.
“For myself. 1 have never let myself
get lazy My work is comparatively
humble, though 1 have invented this
little machine which is making me
fairly well-to-do. Shall I tell you how
old I am? Almost old enough to be
your grandmother. I am 55 years of
age."
Weil. I was struck dumb, for I would
have said 35. and not a day more, and
you know we get to be good judges of
age on the stage. I think her secrets in
beauty are worth remembering. I am
going to remember them, and put them
to use, and perhaps when I ain 55 1 will
look as young and attractive as she
does, and will have a healthy, trim fig
ure and a face free from lines.
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It’s a Hard Life
And There's No Use Denying It
IL WEX JONES.
St > far as my observation of jobs
goes, the principal thing about
them is that they last remarkably
quick.
One job is a stepping stone to an
other. 1 just get time for two steps.
I step in and I step out.
Sometimes I don't even get a chance
to step out—l'm lifted out.
However, this borders on philosophy
or something of that kind, and the auto
biography of Thomas Turtmoe must
deal with action rather tllan thought.
After my job with the hypnotist, a
job for which I received nothing but
ridicule and five days on the stone
pile. 1 was out in the cold world again.
The summer was going fast and it
looked as if I wouldn’t get any sumtnet
Job until December, if then. So I hus
tled around for all I was worth. Every
body I met I asked for a job. and
finally one old fellow looked at me in
an earnest manner and remarked:
"You're not much on looks but I sup
pose I'll have to take the best 1 can
gel. Yes. young man. 1 will give you a
position You will have free board in
my summer hotel, free laundry and all
•that, and ten dollars a week."
I “Sounds good." said 1 "What do I
I have io do?”
"Nothing." replied Ihe old chap.
“Sounds great.” said I; “but why of
fer all this to me?"
"I have no summer man at my ho
tel," tlte old man replied. “All girls,
and scores of 'em. You're to be the
man. They'll tri to flirt with you, but
there's so many of 'em that you can't
get seriously compromised. Otherwise
I shouldn't think of asking a young
fellow to take the job.”
I couldn't get up to the Hotel Ther
mometer quick enough All the way up
in tile train I had visions of black
haired girls, brown-haired girls, golden
crested girls and all kinds of girls, all
etow ding around me on the hotel piazza.
One of them would beg me to go ca
noeing; another would want me to play
tennis—lt was an enticing picture
I got to the Thermometer after din
ner that evening and went straight to
my room, not, however, without catch
ing a glimpse of a flock of girls danc-
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ing in couples on the piazza. "They'll
tear me in pieces between ’em,” I
thought to myself, "if I ever venture
into one of their dances. Each one
will w ant me for a partner.
That evening I could hear two sil
very voices chattering across the cor
ridor
“What do you think. Sylvia?” said
one voice. “A man came tonight."
"Pooh. I knew that before he’d left
the station." responded the other voice.
“I'm going to capture him. too."
My dreams that night were filled with
delightful visions of sparkling eyes and
rosy cheeks I was the star in a gar
den of girls.
Next morning I arose and dressed
myself very carefully I went down to
breakfast. All eyes were upon me dur
ing the meal and despite my savoir
faire and general all-around savvy I
couldn't help blushing. In fact, I
blushed so much I thought I w'ould
burn my clothes off.
After breakfast 1 w'ent out on the
piazza. I was all ready for the rush.
There was a little blue-eyed girl that
1 hoped would lead it.
Five minutes went by. but nobody
came my way. "I must give them a
little time to muster up 'courage,'” I
thought.
To make a long story short, 1 sat on
the piazza all morning, and the only
person who spoke to me was an old
lady who came up and asked me what
I meant by taking her chair.
Next day it was the same.
1 thought 1 looked too austere, per
haps. so next day I smiled winningly
at several groups. They all got up and
moved around to the ether side of the
hot el.
That night I dreamed I was marooned
on a desert island, where ships passed
every minute without paying any heed
to my signals of distress.
The next morning people began to
leave the hotel.
The next day the proprietor tele
graphed me that he would give me SSO
to leave his hotel immediately, before
his summer trade was ruined.
The next day I left.
Later 1 found out that a rumor had
spread through the hotel that I was a
detective sent up to garher evidence
by the Anti-Turkey Trot society.