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THE GEO MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” By Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up" TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. That the perpetual atmosphere of sus picion in which they lived, the knowledge that an immense body of men cringed before them In a very dreadful and ab ject servility, conduced to an elevation of character it would be ridiculous to pretent Every hour of ids life Riming ton realized more and more the truth of what the prison doator hazi told him— that the one chance of peace in a prison rested oh the prisoner’s power of abso lutely renouncing his own will. The si lent automaton is the man whose good marks are rarely if ever diminished, un less, as occasionally happens, the warder has a personal animus against him. What he learned to realize more and more also was that, apart from the amaz ing Inequalities of the law—by which, for instance, it is possible for one man to be sentenced to three years hard labor for the theft of a watch and chain, while another, of notoriously evil character, who has kicked his wife insensible under circumstances of horrible brutality, is given as many months —there was a large proportion of the inhabitants' of a prison for whom imprisonment was hardly a punishment at all. far less a deterrent from crime. There were men with whom he had been brought in contact, both at Worm wood Scrubs and here In Bilmouth, for whom the prison taint had no existence, who realized nothing of its shame; men who frankly enough admitted that, so far as physical conditions went, they were better in than out of prison. As he listened to their talk he realized how It could be so. For men who bad lived on the fringe of crime, with no home but the streets—cadging for free meals at the various philanthropic institutions— sleeping out of doors, or, on more pros perous occasions, in the filthy bunks of some evil doss house—lt was better from a material point of view to be where they were fed and clothed and warmed, without thought or responsibility. For such men, Rimington 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. a Rough Philosophy. One of nls fellow-prisoners in the out door gang summed the matter up for him with a rough philosophy. He was a man who had killed his wife in a tit of homi cidal mania during an illness, the result of weeks of privation and want. “I don't know as I'm caring greatly for the thought o' the end of my ten years. I’ve been a cussed sight worser off than I am ’ere. 'Here, so long's I be'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, but upon his own. did the punishment fall with a terrible and appalling severity. The fall from freedom to slavery—the change from the world of beauty to this work of soulless formalism, this exist ence which moved frqm the. solitary cell Wanty ' T Anty Drudge Invited to Take an Automobile Ride. Miss Spic-o-sfpani. joyfully) “Hello, Anty Drudge! Come take a ride with me!” Anty Drudge—"My An automobile! How extravagant. ” Miss Spic-a-span — “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 you 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 l ? 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 all truth, was terrible enough. But it was not the worst—lt 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 thoughts. * There were nights when his narrow cell became for Jack Rimington 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 Paul 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 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 came to Rim 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 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 and nothing more. "Jack!" and again "Jack!” But it was Betty's voice that had called —Betty’s voice in the extremity of fear and anguish. The dream was brief and of the slight est to cause the impression that it did on the man's mind; an impression that be 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 of madness. 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' ‘Just this his dream: A long, white country 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 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 W’ith out stretched hands, and behind her, leaping and running oddly, a black shape of fear to which his waking thoughts could give no name, but which, even now, he real ized to be something unspeakably evil and menacing. To Be Continued in Next Issue. Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites The Value of Mental Concentration By JANE WARRINGTON. - WHEN I was asked to give my 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! deat reader, I have no beauty secret. 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 I will have secrets of beauty, but up to now, like Topsy, "I just g rowed.” Not having any secrets of my own. I shall tell you those of a woman I 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 good figure, black hair, nat ural; fine black eyes, and a full round face with not a wt inkle on it. I had been buying make-up for the stage, and dropped 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 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, you 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 h; vo v filed mvself to be beautiful '"'me I was a girl of your age,” said .«• tjes'-b-man. “But I was not a ■ :• girl.' like you. (I put that in >"se that is what she said, though m't want to flatter myself.)" ■•'■e went on: I was a plain, awkward, ugly girl, with eyes too big for my face, and a lolnh that was just a slit, hollow cheeks and an undeveloped figure, but 1 adored beauty. 1 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,” 1 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 1 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 with pleasant thoughts, Up-to-Date Jokes They were decorating the parish 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. What would happen if I step ped on one in the middle of the ser mon ?” "Well.” exclaimed Katie. "there would be one point you wouldn't linger on." 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 '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 the fiftieth time 1 have been arrested for vagrancy, and I thought that per 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. I'se 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: “(fur small force of brothers seem to be absolutely unable to cope with the distress which prevails in this dark and benighted land. Many of the natives are starving for food. Flease send a law more misaiuiuwiea.” Miss Jane J | Warrington, Wittsoino Widow" F 1 J company). ■'s Jik * I wW > J ..... ff wd J / / ' •«*»*» I —' W A',.: «5 \ \\ \ ■ Lal mMRa \ and they did not do any of the things which are destructive to beauty, as I ■ found out later. “These destructive things are often taken up as fads. One of them is prev alent Just now among women of a cer tain set. That is smoking Hundreds and hundreds of 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 o! other people. "A fourth is uneleanlineSs, 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 young 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 disease, as It frequently is—is lazj The woman who is mentally indolent CRITICAL TIME SF WOMAN’S LIFE From 40 to 50 Years of Age, How It May Ee Passed in Safety. Odd, Va.“l am enjoying better health than I have for 20 years, and I believe I can safely say now that I am a well woman. I 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 I during the Change of I Life I was not able ! to lift a pail of wa- i ter. I had hemor- • '\X I rhages which would last for weeks and I 1 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 years. “Now I can do as much work as any woman of my age in the county, thanks to the benefit I have received from Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable j Compound. 1 recommend your remedies i to all suffering women.”—Mrs. Martha L. Holloway, Odd, Va. No other medicine for woman’s ills has received such wide-spread and unquali fied endorsement. We know of no other medicine which has such a record of success as has Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. For more than 30 years it has been the standard remedy for woman’s ills. If yon have the slightest doubt that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound will help you. write to Lydia E.Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential) Lynn. Mass., for ad vice. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman, and held in aUivL cvutidvucc. | rnui have beautiful features and a goo ! complexion, but she can not, figure among those women whom 1 call beau tiful. who combine mental and physical gifts, which interest and charm every one. "For myself, I have never let myself get lazy. My work is comparatively humble, though I have invented this little machine which is making me fairly well-to-do. Shall I tell you how old 1 am? Almost old enough to be your grandmother. I am 55 years of age.” Well. 1 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 am 55 I 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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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 1 sup : pose I'll have to take the best I can | get. Yes. young man. 1 will give you a I position. You will have free board in my .summer hotel, free laundry anti all • hat, and ten dollars a week.” “Sounds good,” said 1. “What do 1 have to do?' "Nothing." replied the ol<! chap. “Sounds great.” said I. "but why of fer all this to me?" "I have no summer man at my ho tel," the old man replied. "All girls, and scores of 'em. You're to be the man. They’ll try 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." 1 couldn't get up to the Hot4l Ther mometer quick enough. All the way up in the train I had visions of black haired girls, brown-haired girls, golden crested girls and all kinds of girls, all crowding around me on the hotel piazza. One of them would beg me to go ca noeing; another would want me to play tennis—it 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 (,f a flock of girls dane- a j**'-Z- . / Have a Spaghetti Night in your home once 1 a w eel. Make a steaming disk of Faust 1 Il Spaghetti the principal feature of the menu. \ / I Twill he a popular night with all the family \ / I —and their friends. 1 / I AT YOUR GROCER'S I 1 / j In sealed packages Sc and 10c I \ J MAULL BROS. St. Loui... M. I \ J. J. A. FINE SHOE REPAIRING 6 LUCKIE STREET. OPPOSITE PIEDMONT HOTEL. BELL PHONE 2335. ATLANTA 2640. tjooc Kubber Heels, 20 cenu. oest, jo cenc*. best half-sole, sewed, 75 cents Will send for and deliver your shoes without extra ocst. AUTOMOBILES FOR RENT. Office open day and nicht. Both Phones. 'i Wriiuf!'! 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Pooh, 1 knew that before he’djeft tiie station." responded the other voice, "I'm going to capture him. too.” Aly- dreams that night were filled with i 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. 1 went down to breakfast. All eyes were upon me dur ing the meal and despite my savolr i faire and general all-around savvy I couldn't help blushing. In fact, I 1 blushed so much I thought I would burn my clothes off. After breakfast I went out on the, piazza. I was all ready for the nush. ' There was a little blue-eyed girl that I hoped would lead it. Five minutes went by, but nobody etime my way. “I must give them a i little time to muster up 'courage,’ ” I thought. To make a long story short..! sat on ’ the piazza all morning, and ‘the onlyt person who spoke to me wsus an old! lady who came up and asked, me whatl I meant by taking her chair. Next day it was the same. I thought I looked too austere, per. J haps, so next day I smiled winningly; at several groups. They all got up and J moved around to the other side of the! hotel. That night I dreamed J 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 tw’ leave the hotel. The next day the proprietor tele graphed me that he would give me ISO I 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 gather evidence, by the Anti-Turkey Trot society.