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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 AV ''/ANTY pRi j iXtE i i i «C_ fetk ?? Anty Drudge Invited to Take an Automobile Ride. jWiss Bpie,-a-xpan (joyfully) “Hello, Anty Drudge! Come take a ride with me!’’ 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 '•on 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 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 '' I ! Miss Jane I i 1 — J 4 . Warrington, (one ' "I’ ill- Zcjof.'id ssO beauties ' 101 l ’ 111 ”11"' *x P • .x. MKn W ! 11 >. >I " ■ Wol.iw" ? I company . ! < P _ J ;• VA. J' ■ ’ / Vjß / / r > Mb ' ' m I—’ SSt r c •> n,l ti1..,. .-Il l ». .. t 1., «■ .. t .. . I. . . . I f > . C.. > 1 ,» ri 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 CRITICAL TIME OF WOMANS LIFE From 40 to 50 Years of Age. How It May Be 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 nm 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 1 was not able to lift a pail of wa- , ter. I had hemor- 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 i years. “Now I can do as much work as any woman of my age in the county, ! I thanks to the benefit I have received from Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. 1 recommend your remediei 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. !f you have the slightest doubt that Lydia E. Pink ham's Vegeta ble Compound will help you, write to Lydia E.Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential) Lynn. Mass., for ad vice. Vour letter will be opened, read ami answered by a woman, and held in strict confidence. 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 ure and a face free ftom lines. For Coffee Lovers 1 A Delicious Combination of pure, ll.ivory Coffees, sound wholesome cereal; and selected high-grade c hicory. Contains less caffeine than ordinary coffee. Is more nutritions Makes more cups per pound and costs less. 1 lb. Cans 2Oc ib. Cans lUc b lb. Pail SI.OO /J.s/f Your (grocer tor It. Chsek-Neal Coffee Co, NASHMLL! HOISFOX J A KSOWII !.► QUICK RELIEF FOR ECZEMA Mrs. \V G. McNpllpv, of 47 Oglethorne- B’.f . Atlanta 'la . says: “Ynur Tetterine • . a ■ ■■: 'a ;: zi r,K < a of teller. T ai-plif'i the remedy one evening and the next morning was much relieved I will not ho without it.” \t all druggists or f<>r 50c by mail, from J. T. Shuptrine. • ’• CHICHESTER S PILLS , i »»: 1»M MOM» BKA.Xh. A n-'/X !J J 11! ? 1 !* 1 A *K y . our tor /L\ f >\ ‘ < ’’ • he-.trrjK lHamo,.jTu.nd/AX Ex l'ra ' ; • ’•‘‘ale I *ith Bl e R/’ on. pj I nl*e no of her Huy o f To<ir V SOLD BY DRUGGISTS EVERYWHERE i And There's No Use Denying It By WEX JONES. SO 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. 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- \ ~ / Have a "Spaghetti Night in your home once I I a week. Make a steaming dish of Faust \ I Spaghetti the principal feature of the menu. \ / Twill he a popular n ght with all the family 1— and their friends. » I AT YOUR GROCER S I I / In sealed packages 5c and 10c I I MAULL BROS. St Louis.. Mo j \ J. J. A. GWINN FbNIE shoe: REPAIRING 6 LUCKIE STREET, OPPOSITE PIEDMONT HOTEL. BELL PHONE 2335. ATLANTA 2640. BEFORE Li rtubiie. 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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.