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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 ...m - W®i. 'V v anty VDR 11 D<iF- VVx; '§P^s^L__J| —. ' r’KU a> W* AA-M.H *>-M ' ■— < —■ - \''»« ■»u-y»a^^ <t i, Anty Drudge Invited to Take an Automobile Ride. 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--* | are starving for food Please mnd «< feu mure mi'Sionarlcs " Miss Jane ( \ Warrintrlon. ImaillH's in " lite Winsome Widow” '**■>•• * I ct>iii|ianv jKk nW A - ) / / Vi®. J / Il r io . y •■ •* [ I Wit - ( J j I 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...' CRITICAL TIME OF WOM AN'S LIFE From 40 to 50 Years of Age. How It May Be Passed in Safety. Grid. Va.“l am enjoying bettor health than 1 have for 20 years, and I P%. I —j belies'■ I can sav now that I am a ' '■ w. II womtm. I 'as »’ tJw reared on ii fa I'm and ... if ■«. hadall kiniisof heavy ■ V*. ' > b work to <io which ■■■'. cau.-od the troubles . ;'ct??: that came on me la- WFlMlWlfe during the Change <>f I to lift a pail of wa- ter. I had hemor rhages which would last f<r weeksand I was not able to sit up in bed. 1 suffered a great deal with my bail, and was so nervous I could scarcely sleep at night, and I did not do any housework for three years. “Now I can do ns much work as any woman of my age in the county, thanks to the benefit I have received from Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. I recommend your remedies 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 lor woman's ills. If you have the slightest doubt that Lydia E. Pinkham’'' Veg.-ta hle Compouml will help you, w rite Io Lydia E.Pinkham H edieine < o. (confidential) Ly nn, Muss., for ad vice. \ our letter w ill be opened, read ami answered b> a woman, and held in strict confidence. 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) ■ ■ne. "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. •xamaanoonvnMßatMMwmwMMaiaMMaaMHaMßi- ■«n«i- Lor Cof/ee Lovers A Delicious Combinat o i of pure, fl ivory Coff es, sound wholesome cereal; tind selected high-grade < hicorv. Contains less caffeine titan ordinary coffee. Is more nutritious Makes more cups per pound and costs less. 1 Jb. C ans '2 O c <j lb. Cans lOc b lb. Pail SI.OO /l.s/f Your Cjrocer for It. 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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- I ® I Have a Spaghetti Night in your home once 1 I a week. Make a steaming dish of Faust \ I Spaghetti the principal feature of the menu. \ / Twill he a popular night with all the family \ f —and their friends. 1 / I AT YOUR GROCER S 11 / | In sealed packages 5c and 10c I 1 MAULL BROS. Si 1 XMllfl.. M<» g J. J. A. GWINN FINE SHOE REPAIRING 6 LUCKIE STREET, OPPOSITE PIEDMONT HOTEL. BELL PHONE 2335. ATLANTA 2640. BEFORE \—n gUjk n. T £X?®*n B I > 1 v~~ — —l * — u .g riubbei Heels, 20 ct-i.sa. uest, j tv ucst half-sole, sewed, 75 cents. Will send for and deliver your shoes without extra cost. AUTOMOBILES FOR RENT. open day a«e! right. 9oth Phones. | A Telephone Study | COMPARE the merchant who depends on the casual H customer with the one who throws open a broad tele- 11 phone door to the hundreds of housewives who shop |<| I I the telephone way. SI The telephone is the star - salesman, the order-clerk M and an always-on-the-job errand boy—swift and sure and M I I reliable. Kt I I Bell service is not “expense”—it's “investment,” and KI I I you can't afford to be without it any longer. Ki Get in touch witli the Contract Department to-day. KI SOUTHERN BELL TELEPHONE || AND TELEGRAPH COMPANY wA w H ii! n H Il waaU c 1 ■■ l 'I II' I' >■ ■■ ■ ■ ll|7r 1 WkimM 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.