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THE aEOBGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
Ry Meta Simmtns, 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 ah
ject servility, conduced to an elevation
of character it would be ridiculous to
pretent. Every hour of his life Riming
ion realized more and more the truth of
what the prison doctor had told him
that the one chance of peace in a prison
rested on the prisoner’s power of abso
lutch renouncing his own will Tfce si
lent automaton is the man whose good
marks are rarely if ever diminished, un
less. as occasionally happens, the warder
ha c 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 b\ which, for '
instance, it is possible for one man to
be sentenced to three \ears hard labor
for the thef’ of a watch and chain while
another, of notorious!' evil character,
who has kicked his wife insensible under
circumstances nf horrible brutality, is
given as man' 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 comae, both at Worm
wood Scrubs and here In Bilmouth. for
whom the prison taint bad no existence,
who realized nothing of its shame; men
who franklx enough admitted that, so
far as physical conditions went, they
were better in than out of prison \s he
listened to their talk he realized how It
could be so For men who had lived on
the fringe of '’rime, 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 nr responsibility For
such men. Rimington realized, the <ap
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.
Hne of his fellow-prisoners in the out
door gang summed the matter up for him
with a rough philosophy He was a man
w’ho had killed his wife in a fit 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
.'ears I’ve been a cussed sight worsen
off than I am ’ere Fere, so longs 1
heaves meself. every one's kind to me.
That don’t, by no means, foller out there
An’. he added, reflective!' . 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 moved from the solitary cell
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ARss (joyfully) —“Hello, Anty Drudge! Come
take a ride with me!’’
Anty Drwzfoe— “My! An automobile! How extravagant.”
3/i?? Spi(-a-ftpan — “No. I earned this with my painting.
And Ido all my own housework. I his is washday,
hut I was through by 12 o'clock. I hat 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 rime is money, Fels-Naptha will save
you money and lots of it every washday.
Perhaps yon don’t consider your time
is worth money. But your coal is, and
your clothes arc, 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 hear 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 s
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
’he 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 ;
’hat must be lived during the lonely,
unoccupied hours, when the dim light
that was almost h mockery flickered out
side the corridor window, and. innocent
or guilty, one stumbled along a via dolo
rosa, scourged by one’s own bitter I
’ houghts.
There were nights when his narrow cell I
became for Jack Rimington a battle field
of passion whose very existence he had
hardly suspected when every thing slipped
from his his belief in the justice of
heaven or man. his faith in man or wom
an. Nights when eyen Betty seemed
•false to the very core nights when bis
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 nf death
for which he was the victim
A Daring Thought.
1’ was after one of the nights that had
left him racked and spent, like a man
recovering from some dire illness, utterly
unfit io 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
ing! on.
He had fallen asleep toward morning
an uneasy sleep, more full «»f pain and
fear than even those long, bitter, wake
ful hours had been broken by ugly, and
for the most part formless, dreams. < >nly
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- bls 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 mans mind; an impression that
lie 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 lung, 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 fly ing
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 whi«h. even now, he real
ized to he something unspeakably evil and
menacing.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites
The Value of Mental Concentration
By JANE WARRINGTON.
THEN I was asked to give my !
VV of beauty I had that '
same nervous, creeping feeling I
one gets on opening nights, when one
is not .sure of one's part, because, alas!
dear reader. I have no beauty secret.
Every girl on the stage possesses
' some degree of good looks, but most of
j 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 1 have
begun to think about the matter. I
may try to do so myself, and in five or
ten years 1 will have secrets of beauty,
but up to now, like Topsy, "I just
gt owed. "
Not having any secrets of my own, 1
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 or so.
She had a pood figure, blhck hair. nat.
urai: fine black eyes, and a full round j
'ace with not a wt inkle on it. 1 had
been buying make-up for the stage, and j
dropped the bundle in front of her
stand. The paper bu-st. 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 I
must think beauty, you must Wll.f.
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
I got interested because she felt so
keenly on the subject, and 1 knew that ,
I would have to write this article for
you. so I thought I would get some
notes.
How do you THINK vourself beau
tiful. and bow do you \N 11.1. yourself
to be beautiful if you ate not?’’
"I have willed myself to be beautiful
since 1 was a girl of your age, said
, the saleswoman. "But I was not a
pretty girl. like you. <1 put that in
I because that is what she said, though
I don't want to flatter myself.)"
Site went on:
1 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
nt', limitations could be."
Please tell me just how you began.”
I questioned her. and wished 1 had .♦
notebook like a regula: reporter.
"To begin with. I studied the people
that 1 met, picking out those who were
the best looking, and I tried to find out
what their secret was. In almost every
ease 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 i
church for a certain festival, when the
vicar happened to come in Seeing
somt tacks lying about the pulpit, he
remarked to his daughter, who bad ap
parently been using them
"Don't leave those tacks lying about.
Katie What would happen'if 1 step
ped on one in the middle of the ser
mon ?"
"Weil." 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 "o '"
"Oh." replied the candidate's sup
porter, "you should remember tttat he
came from the land of the Cingal-es. '
The joke saved the candidate.
Magistrate- Are von aware of mill
gating circumstances In your ease ’
Criminal Yes. yout worship, this is
the fiftieth time 1 have been attested
for vagrancy, and I thought that per
haps we might get up a little jubilee,
Sam .Johnson, you've been tlglitin’
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 fol 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
J move."
A missionary writes from the Fiji
Islands as follows;
"Our small force of brothers s*. m tn
he absolutely unable to i<»p» with the
j distress which prevails in t hi« »| <:k and
benighted land. Manx of the nativ--*
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feu mure mi'Sionarlcs "
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and they did no: do any of the things
which are destructive to b. iniy. as 1
found out later.
"These destructive things are often
taken up as fads One of them is p-e. -
.ilent just now among women of a cer
tain set That is smoking Hundred-’
and hundreds of women and young
giris smoke w ithout realizing that thi -
vicious habit w ill rob th ni of ev(: v
vestige of good looks. Another thing
that destroys your beauty is alcohol in
I any form at all. A third is gossiping
and malicious and unkind thoughts of
ot het people.
"A fourth is tincleanllness <-ito •"
menial o physical A fifth is iazine
also mental or physical. If vou want i
to be good looking you must work.
While you are very young yo : work io!
enhance the qualities which nature b:
given you; later on you must work even ■
harder to keep these gifts from rusting!
and deteriorating. The woman who I
lets herself get hideously fat unless i:
is a disease, as it frequently is - is !a>.\
The woman who is mentally indo...'
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I mi, Inn- beautiful f'mu < and a gnoii
I < <>ll■;.l.■ xii>n. bin she can not figure
among those women whom I call beau
tiful. who combine mental ami physical
gifts, which ititen st and charm ever)
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"i'’oi myself, I have nicer lei myself
get lazy. My work is comparativeli
humble, though 1 have Invented this
little machine which is making me
fairly io 11-hi-ilu. Shall I tel! you how
old I am'.' Almost old enough to he
yotll g I'll ndim it in-r. I am 55 years of
age."
\\ e I, I was struck dumb, foi I would
have said 35. ami not « day more, and
you know we get to be good judges of
ge on th- s',age I think her secrets in
I beauty are worth remembering lam
going to remember them, and put them
I bi use, and perhaps when 1 am 55 I will.
I look as young and attractive as six
j ■locs, .nd w ill have a health' trim tig
ut’i and a face free fiom lines.
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It’s a Hard Life
And There's \o Vse Denying I(b
B\ WEX JUNES.
SO far as mv observation of jobs
goes, tbe principal thing about
them is that they last remarkably
quick.
One job is i stepping stone to an
other. I jus: get time for two steps.
I step In and 1 step out.
Sometimes I don't even get a chance'
to step out I'm lifted out.
llowevei. this iiorders 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 for which I received nothing but
I 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 1 wouldn't get any summei
jolt until December, if then. So 1 hus
tled around for all I was worth. Every
body 1 met I asked for a job, and
finally one old fellow looked at me in
jan 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. 1 will give you a
position You will have free board in
i my summei- hotel, free laundry and all
that, and ten dollars a week."
Sounds good." said I "What do t
ha v e to do'.'"
"Nothing." replied the old chap.
"Sounds great." said I. "but why of
fer .ill this to me'.’"
"I have no summei man at mv ho
tel." the old man replied. "All girls,
and scores of 'em. You're to be the
man They'll trv 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 wav up
in the train I had visions of black
! haired girls, brown-haired girls, golden
i crested gills 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 tile Thermometer after din
ner that evening and went straight to
my room, not however, without catcli
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 ’end,” 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 vou think. Sylvia*"
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."
Mv dreams that night were filled with
delightful visions of sparkling eyes and
rosv ducks 1 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 savoir
falre and general all-around savvy I
couldn't help blushing. In fact, I
blushed so much I thought I would
burn mv clothes off.
After breakfast 1 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 mv wav "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.
I thought I looked too austere, per
haps, so next dav I smiled winningly
at several groups Thev ail 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 si>o
to leave his hotel Immediately, before
his summer trade was ruined.
The next day I left.
hater I 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.
