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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence’’ Av Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up" 1-- —— 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|| if n r’MHRMP «• * j r WBBaßMnaßßManMMaaMaaaai I v s / ANty VDRIiDGE U,\ i -'"-T”- ——W** 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 ° n '" 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 / \ Warringion, ■ (one /. •■ i y i■ ■ ■ i ri ■ N ''■“''Hies IKi W tisoni" N Widow” ""Ww- company . Tr fei. ■ » Mr * H flk < iwj* ' f'■ / / / / j // r > \ \ ' ’ wSrX i. 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 CRITICAL TIME OF WOMAN’S LIFE From 40 to 50 Years of Age, How It May Be Passed in Safety. Odd, Va.: - ”i am enjoying bettei health than I have for 20 years, and I believe I can safely say now that I am a well woman. 1 was reared on a farm and had all kindsof heavy work to do which caused the troubles that came on me la ter. For five years during the Change of Life J was not able to lift a pail of wa ter. 1 had humor I y | rhages which would last for weeks and I ■ was not able to sit up in bed. I suffered 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 i years. “Now I can do as much work as any woman of my age in the county, ' thanks to the benefit I have received I from Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable i Compound. I recommend your remedies to all suffering women.”—Mrs. Martha L. Holloway, Odd, Va. No other medicine for woman’s ills has i received such wide-spread and unquali | fied endorsement. We know of no other , medicine which has such a record of I success as has Lydia E. Pinkham’s | Vegetable Compound. For more than 30 I years it has been the standard remedy ■ for woman’s ills. If you have the slightest doubt j that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound will help you, write ; to Lydia E.Pink ham Medieine < o. i (confidential) Lynn, Mass., for ad vice. Your letter will be opened, I read and answered by a woman, 1 and held in strict confidence. 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. ' , Aor Coffee Lovers (giW© A Delicious Combination of pure, ilavory Coffees, sound wholesome cereals and selected high-grade c hicory. Contains less caffeine than ordinary coffee. Is more nutritious. Makes more cups per pound and costs less. I lb. Cans 2Oc J.j ib. Cans lOc ;> lb. Pail SI.OO dsfa Your (grocer for 1(. Cheek-Neal Coffee Co. NtSHMI.I.I HOUSTON JA KSOSVIU.ii QUICK RELIEF FOR ECZEMA Mrs. XV <; M<Wiley, of 47 Oglethorpe ave .. Atlanta. Ga . says “X'our Tetterine ••iire<l a tantalizing case of tetter. 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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- I —————- - - —J - ■'J!„J.L_LLLL’_L'JL'..'J"I_ ._ L ■»—■ „ c . . / Have a Spaghetti Night in your home once I I a week. Make a steaming dish of Faust 1 I Spaghetti the principal feature of the menu. \ / Twill he a popular night with all the family \ / —and their friends. 1 / AT YOUR GROCER'S | 1 / In sealed packages 5c and 10c I 1 L- MAULL BROS. St Louis. Mo. j \ J. J. A. 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A III' fl M ; l 1 -’- 11 ir 11 "■■■■.■■<' 'HjJjN'i,;,. ilu, (l„, 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.