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THE QEOBGIAW’S 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 immerse b<xi> 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 his life Riming
ton realized more and more the truth of
what the prison doctor had ♦old him
that the one chance of peace in a prison
rested on 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 thef l of a watch and chain, while
another, of notoriously evil character,
whn ha% 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 frank I?, enough admitted that, so
far as physical conditions went, they
were better in than out of prison As he
listened tn their talk he realized how it
could be so. For men who had lived on
rhe 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 it 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 tics
Rough Philosophy.
One of 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 fit of homi
cidal mania during an illness, the result
of weeks of privation and want
**l don’t know as I’m caring greatly
for the though! o’ the end ■ f m> ten
years. I’ve been a cussed sight worse r
off than 1 am 'ere Eere. so long’s I
he aves meself. even one's kind to me
That don’t. b> no means, toiler 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 beaut \ to this
work of soulless formalism this exist
ence which mooui from the solitary cell
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jWiss Bpie,-a-xpan (joyfully) “Hello, Anty Drudge! Come
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Anty Drudge-"'My I 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
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Perhaps you don’t consider your time
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Fels-Naptha saves your coal or other
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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 health 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 all truth,
was terrible enough. But it was not
the worst—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 b\ 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 justi.ce 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 h 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 bad been- broken by ugly, and
for the most part formless, dreams. Onlv
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 cel! 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
<>n the man's mind; an impression that
ho could not shake off. that gave strength
ami coherence to bis 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, while
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 with 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 I alue of Mental Concentration
By JANE WARRINGTON.
UT HEX I was asked to give my I
' secret of beauty I had that 1
same nervous, creeping feeling j
one gets on opening nights, when one {
is not sure of one's part, because, alas! j
dear 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, ive don’t do
that to ourselves. As far as 1 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, I
may try to do so myself, and in five or
ten t ears I will have secrets of beauty,
but up to now, liko Topsy. "I just
growed."
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, it ho might have been 35 or so. I
She had a good figure, black hair, nat- j
ural; fine black eyes, and a full round ■
fat e with not a wt inkle on it. I bad
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, a.® 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 i
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?”
"I have willed myself to be beautiful
since 1 was a girl of your age,” said
the saleswoman. "But I was not a
i pretty girl, like you. fl put that in
I 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
1 adored beauty. I wanted to be beau
tiful mote than anything else In the
world, and I determined that I would
be as nearly beautiful as a pel son with
my limitations could be.”
"Please tell me just how you began.”
1 questioned her. and wished I had a
notebook like a regular reporter.
"To begin with. I studied the people
that I met, picking out those who wore
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 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. "then
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 spoiled |
exceed' with one 'e ' ”
< >b." replied the candidate'® 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 cast '
Criminal—Yes, your worship, this is
the fiftieth time I have been arrested
for vagrancy, and 1 thought that per
haps we might get up a little jubilee
"Sam Johnson, you've been fight in'
agin Youse lost two of yo’ front
teeth."
"No. 1 ain't, mammy, honest J'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 ft is your
move.”
A missionary writes from the l-'iji
J Islands as follows:
"Our small force of brothers secin to
j be absolutely unable to cope with Hit
| distress which prevails in this dark and
benighted land. Many of the natives
| are starving for food. Please send a
few more missionaries ''
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ami they did not do an> of th. things
which ace destructive to beauty, as I
found out later.
"These destructive things arc often
taken up as fads. One of th, m is [, ,■>-
alent just non among women of a vet -
tain set. That is smoking. Hundreds
and hundreds of women ami young
girls smoke without realizing that this
vicious habit wiil 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, eitlu r
mental or physical. A fifth is lazines®.
also mental or physical. If you want
to be good looking you must work.
White you are very young you wot k 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 ftequently is -is lazy.
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
i years.
“Now I can do as much work as
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nut h«i \ • 1 111ifu• frailties and a £<•<•»:
coiiiph \ion, but she tan not figure
among those worn-n whom I call beau ‘
tiftil, who combine mental and physical
gifts, which interest ami charm every
one.
“For myself, 1 have m-ver let myself
get iaz\. M \ work is t omparativel\
humbh . though I have invented this
little machine which l> making me
fairly well-to-do. Shall I tell you how
old 1 am’.’ Almost old enough to he
your grandmother. 1 am 55 years »>f
age.”
Well, I was struck dumb, foi I would
have said 35, and not a day more, and
you know w« get to be good judges of
I ige on th* stage I think her secrets in
beauty ate worth remembering. I am
going to reni' inber them, them
to us’-, and perhaps when I am 55 1 will
look as voting and attractive as she
floes, uid will have a healthy, trim fig
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By WEX JONES.
SO far as my observation of jobs
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them is that they last remarkably
quick.
one job is a stepping stone to an
other. I Just get time for two steps.
1 step* in and 1 step out.
Sometimes 1 don't even get a chance
to step out- I'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 than thought.
After my job with the hypnotist, a
job tot which 1 received nothing but
ridicule and five days on the stone
pile. I was out in the cold world again
{The summer was going fast and it
looked as if I wouldn't get any sumntet
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 I can
get. Yes, young man, I will give you a
position. You will have free board in
my summei hotel, free laundry’ and all
Hint, and ten dollars a week.”
"Sounds good." said 1. "What do i
have to do?"
“Nothing," replied tile old chap.
"Sounds great." said I. "but why of
fer ail this to me?"
"1 have no summer man at my ho
tel." tile old man replied. "All girls,
and scores of 'em. You're to be the
man. They'll tty 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 jolt"
I couldn't get up to tile Hotel Ther
i mometer quick enough All the way up
in tlte train 1 had visions of black
balled girls, brown-haired girls, golden
crested gills and all kinds of girls, all
, crow ding 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 att enticing picture.
1 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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It’s a Hard Life
trig 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 want 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
tlte 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 < heeks. 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 tvere upon me dur
ing the meal and despite my savotr
faire and general all-around savvy I
couldn't help blushing. In fact, I
blushed so much 1 thought I would
burn my clothes off.
After breakfast' I went out on the
piazza. I was all ready for the rush.
There was a little blue-eyed girl that
i 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. I 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 I looked too austere, per
haps. so next day I smiled yvinningly
at several groups. They all got up and
moved around to the other side of the
hotel.
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 350
to leave ills hotel immediately, before
his summer trade was ruined.
The next day I left.
Later I found out that a rumor had
spread through the hotel that I yvas a
detective sent up to gather evidence
by the Anti-Turkey Trot society.