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THE GEOOOIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” Bv Meta Stmmtns, Author of "Hushed Ip" TODAY'S INSTALLMENT. If the thought occurred to Rlmlngton he dashed it aside from his mind He virs mad where that one idea was con cerned. It had become an obsession with him that never lifted its shadow from his waking thoughts and haunted all his dreams. He must escape whatever the leeult—whatever the penalty of failure, he must escape. Once or twice, it is true, he thought longingly of his aunt: the fantastic little lady who had visited him and propounded a wild scheme of coming down to Bil mouth in order that she might live his and share his suffering! Up had bedrd nothing of or from her. and his knowledge of her in the past told him that if there had been any way by which news of her could reach him she would have found out that channel and have used it. Nn doubt, with her undeniable common sense, she had discovered the impracti cability of her scheme, and the end of his thoughts of her was that even if she were a* Bilmouth she would have been no help to him Her house would be the first to be suspected, and her ev« rv movement be watched like those of a known criminal No hope or help from that quarter. Rim- Ington knew that very well No hop<* of help from nn\ known quarter < >nly surely there was Justice in heaven, and if this chance ever came to him he must escape. His Chance. The madness grew with brooding the desire quickened ami throbbed till It be caine an additional suffering a pain a« sharp as his longing for Betty ns h’s de sire for vindication lln must esenuf About « fortnight nfier his dismli -al ‘ from th? infirmary the d.am e tarn* The thaw had ended in a week of steady downpour, and even w 1 en the rain ! had ceased the air had seemed heavy ■ with moisture The n ■•ininr*-. had, for 1 the most part, dawned and more than nnce Rlmlngton ba. I dreaded that, owing to the fog. the outno«.r gang would, be confined to the prison precirn is Hut this had never once hai ;'•: *> Each da> the fog had cleared le;.\ eg a Hn • <»f raw. damp mist, and each da the wil derness and the fog. for v.ldeh Riming ten had prayed. I.ad rover returned till • darkness fell Then, on t’-e e'eventh day. had come a change As usual, the morning had dawned mistily hut had cleared • uffic’entl> to allow the gang to get to wrk; hut as the afternoon approached Rim nqton, every sense alert, noticed that a change was creeping up over the wild, desolate country. There war fog In the air— he seemed to see it rushing up over the sea Fog, the deliverer! The thought gave an Impetus to his ; work that drew Jeering comments from the men near him. “Put yer on ter piecework, ’as they, ! mate?” the man nearest said tn him. ! pausing in his own labor He was a big, muscular looking brute, aith a finely shaped bead, its lines clearly revealed by the convict crop, set incongr-io».:ly on his hull throat. ’’Fair excited yer looks His thin lips curled In a smile that* re minded Rlmlngton oddly of ti e smile that curves the lipa of the Caesar in t’u* I- i pemrs’ Gallery, and bls eyes, that wore ver;, blue and very cold-looking, met b’s with, an enigmatical expression. “Tcu seem to be taking a flattering in i terest in me.” Rlmlngton said, forcing himself to adopt an answering tone From the first moments of his convict career he had been fully alive to the ne cessity of preserving a verbal equality with his associates so far as was poasi- > ble The gentleman lag Ir a marked man , in more senses than one Th® other sidled nearer, lowering his voice, speaking through his teeth, with- I out lip movement, in the way Rlminglon 1 had learned to understand “Yer goin’ to make a bolt fer It. ain’t j yer?” he said, and as Rlmlngton, by a • movement of his head, made a disclaimer, he abjured him, with much verbal ern- i broidery, not to be a liar “I’ve seen it ' tn yer eyes this three weeks back,” he I said “And terday’s yer chance our [ chance!” So he had been thinking of ; t, toed Rim- Ington gave him a startled glance, then j looked away again One of the warders —— Shcfcct IfcuMcty’! ft fountains.hotsls.or elsewhere Get the Original and Genuine HORLICK’S MALTED MILK Otfieli au dmitalicni’ s The Food Drink for All Ages iich milk, malt grain extract, in powder Not in any Milk Trust MT Insist on “HORLICK’S” a tike 0 package home Low Summer ExcursioFßales CINCINNATI, $19.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - $30.00 KNOXVILLE - $7.90 I Tickets on Sale Daily. Good to October 31st. Returning City Ticket Office, I Peachtree or <>ne of the civil guarH might have seen them talking -might suspect. But Rim ington’s thoughts were working quickly If this man joined him in the attempt two diffused the trail: it would he »asv enough to give him the slip afterward But at first there would be a certain safety in numbers.* That, apparently, was the other man’s thought also, for presently, as the op portunity occurred, he drew near Rim ington add spoke again, and f< r the hour that followed he was often near Rim ington Then they were separate.i. and Rlmlngton s eyes and rnind were concen trated on two things the movements of the wartiers an*] the specter of the fog thr.t w.. 0 rolling inland from the se«. not reaching them yet, but visible and thick ening ominously It was odd how this other man’s mind, working entirely independently of his own. had yet devised a plat with so many points **f resemblance To him also the inadvisability of attempting escape in the open country, where every point of . vantage was occupied by a civil guard, had occurred. His plan was to wait until they were returning and had al most reached the tunnel that separated th** stiuu* workings from the actual prison property, and then for them to make a bolt for it one to the right, one to the left distracting the attention of the guards, who would be called on lo look in different directions. Having separated, the *lash was to be made for open coun t ry "Five o'clock, mate.” the convict had given the signal "The 5 o’clock bell, and Would 5 o'clock never come? How far had he walked'’ How long j had he be* n wall ing'’ Jack Rimingdon 1 I had lost all idea of time. |'<»r long now , he sin-med to have forgotten a lime when 1 he was n< t walking, walking on and on | through the white fog. that seemed to him now no longer the deliverer, but the destroy*?!, holiit •: whose white, shroud I ing curtain lurked a. thousand shapes of fee r His bead m hed and reeled and his body iwas soaked through and through; once the bad plunged through the fog knee ; deep In a brawling stream, had fallen Jand stumbled, soaking himself in the wa tt r. i«-* cold from Its journey down from |t|o source beyond the shoulders of the ' *ot- H!«* *’tead was that be might be. for , a” the rensejess energy, moving only in a circle, instead of Increasing the distance : between himself and the prison He was j faint and sick with hunger, and hardly realized that it wan hbnger: only now’ the white whorls of the fog were beginning Ito take definite shape for him. The white | curtain of the fog bad become full of | eye:* The <dr was full of expectancy, of waiting, it came to him that his pursuers i waited only for him to pause «r halt so I that they might rush upon him and pull • him d*»WT. like a pack of hounds Fagged Out. He stumbled rn and on, with steps that | lagged and grow more lagging Then presently It was not the curtate of the mist that bid the World from him. sleep I that was more :< falling of his waking senses than a voluntary surrender to slumber tooty Idm «*ut of the ambush * f i h!s intetise weakness and fatigue He stumbled yet again, f* 11, ar.d lay heavily against an excr* ‘-oer*** on the face of j the moor, that showed black and grim ( ! through the lift’? g ar.d ever-lifting mist It was broad daylight when he awoke, ■yet still a while world; hoar frost lay ■ ■•■ r r tho biov ti j atched face of the moor, .» vel! of silver spun like cob i web over the great tracts rs brake fern j and f-t:7*» the blackened, leafless tracery of i ‘ bilberry bushes that here in this 1 desolate spot clothed tie moor save I where here and there. In broken i laces, I it showed Its immemorial face of granite iin great llatened slabs and shattered I moraines . Rltnibgt"n r*.used himself with a start it.*’ looked about him He was stiff and • chilled with cold, but his brain was clear; [sleep had chased away th*- mist of last j night from his brain as the morning sun | light had sent the fog skulking back out I to sea lie remembered all that had happened : The plan had gone without a hitch < Just as they had arrange*!, they had made a bolt for freedom the big con- I vict, who had stated his name was Winch. Ito the right, and himself to the left. I Orders to stop had been shouted after I them, and, those orders disregarded, shots had been fired; but the fog had swal | lowed them up What had happened to Hie other man ’ Was he still at large? I Rimington hoped so, poor wretch, since his punishment would be v«*ry heavy, see ing that this was the man’s third at tempt to break prison. lie raised himself cautiously and looked about hml So far as bls eyes could see there was no sign «»f human life or human habitation. The moor stretched white and sparkling in the sun light. unbroken to the horizon; of the !»ris*»n. that grim fortress on the hill I that seemed to dominate all the coun tryside. l e could s* «• no trace, he sur mised that it was hidden behind the ris ' Ing shoulder of land that rose clear ami ! shapely, outlined against the turquoise of | tho sky Yd. that he could see no one was no guarantee of security; there were a hun dred hiding pla*vs fr*»m behind which the hounds of the law might rise ami give tongue He dansi not show himself ' tn th*- open, grotesque figure that he was. ito shout his identity of runaway to the intelligence **f the tiniest toddling child It was bitterly c*»hi; his clothes, j drenched through last night, stood out stiff ami frozen about him ho ached in | every bom . ami hunger was gnawing at him again with cruel teeth He tried to drag himself out under the shelter iof the boulder, behind which he lay into l the sunlight, but the winter sunshine had Ino power to thaw cold such possessed I his bones; its brightness seemed to mock him. 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F which should be heated in advance Put , the heavy r •a.’t' which take long to eook on the low. st shelf of th< oven. The economy - .. E ‘ i&w 5 7 \ JL of this process x. s i A is easily shown. / w Everything in Z a paper bag can //J \ /'/ik \\ be eaten. The / OavNsx V, extreme cleanli- / ness ol' paper bag \ cookery is another \ 'yy A recommendation. v All of the food's nutritive $ 1 qualities remain I'i-. • intact in this process. The juice of the food, delicate aroma and flavoring are entirely retained. and the lighter dishes on the middle and upper shelves. The paper hag is a good method of cooking chopped or hashed meat with left-over vegetables. A good recipe for made-over beef calls for half-pound of cold roast beef, which should be cut up very small or .minced. To this should be added about half the quantity of finely chopped ba con, leaving the fat on. Chop up half a dozen rdives and add parsley, the juice of a slice of lemon, pepper and salt, ' and if you can get it a sprig of traagon. Beat up the yolk,of an egg and the white sh separate dishes; add first the I yolk and then tile yyhite. Mix thor oughly, place in a well buttered paper 1 ; bag and bake for half an hour. Serve , yvith a tomato sauce. , I Chicken can be cooked in a paper , | bag Very successfully, and one can cut t I it up, or eook it yvhole; cooked in pieces cit takes much less time. One of the ’ ■ secrets of successful cooking is to have plenty of grease inside the bag. A good recipe for boiled chicken calls for one yvell cleaned chicken, a couple of 1 pieces of bacon, placed yvith it in the paper bag. a small onion, one carrot, a J piece of celery, a sprig of chives and parsley, pepper atari salt. Pour into the i hag a good tumblerful of water, seal it up, and if the yvater begins to run out lof it tie a piece of string around its 1 neck to prevent its doing so. 1 & Innhnrr InckanJ Helen Robins Tries to Defend Maynard, But lUntirig a I lUSDariCI IF/// Hear Nothing of Him By VIRGINIA T. VAN DE WATER. BEATRICE wax not mistaken, for, after a moment's reflection, Hel en Robbins took up tier tale of protest. ".My dear girl," she began depreeat ingly. “how do you know that all this talk abotit poor old Bob Maynard is true? It may lie all idle gossip. In ' deed, I feel that your viewpoint is but the result of your morbid fancy ex cited by the fact that he drank a high ball in your presence. You are too nervous and touchy with regard to I things of that kind, Beatrice, to be able ' to take a sane view of them.” - "1 can scarcely see where my view point is not 'sane,' ” asserted Beatrice, , controlling voice and manner that she I might not show how excited she really was. Perhaps. Helen, if you had been at the Arcadian, as 1 was last night. . and had se.-n Robert Maynard so drunk ' that the waiters were forced to expel him. you might still, in the cause of > blind loyalty, disbelieve your eyes and ears Rm 1 can't!'' 'Tut sure you were mistaken," in r sisted Helen, with the calm and irritat. Ing obstinacy of an outwardly amiable ! wanna n. How could I be mistaken about such • I ar. evident thing as that'."' demanded 1 her hostess 'Well, you might easily be wrong i 1 about It." reiterated Helen. ■I Beatrice laughed disagreeably. < >r drunk myself, w hy don't you sug- I gvst she said with angry sarcasm. "Beatrice!" exclaimed the shocked ' guest "Pont be so vulgar! But 1 j can't believe my ears w hen you tell I in- such things of Robert. By the way, I who was with youshe ask< sud iHI I \ | I ..,-knoW .. dg. .Unit led 1 leletl, ■ .that Roll, rt Maynard has been drink ing •. ea sj.mully lately, but not to ex . . ss, ami 1 could hard;.' believe even t .at 1* it is true, ' she continued, blandly, I suppose it is because the t . ■. voti > almost any thing Io i forget hi« sorrow for a little while, lie misses his wife dreadful! v!" ' Hi must: ' Stic. ■ I B. .itric. ' Bratrtes, ' r. I' •. ■<l ’1 ■ v•. w , .r < . ,n ; 'or., "hsr can you speak ,n « i.r» I ..t ' u tortur. of -m il 1.. r< ivrmen' But the widow did not reply mime 1 I i.iuii.’h and, during th< .-1 lent. i followed. Helen |o"k< d at her hostess | ‘[with a gnz« In which uncertainly ami! i tiliinipl w.-ie tiling ed Inwardly Be, [ Irici w.. fighting as unci the nipu!-. [Io dilate further U|«<n Maynard's de j 'j limim n« e> Howet. i at tlaln ally and v ~ ‘.X ■■l I Many of the dishes that are fried—- and bacon, for instance, or chops, veal, etc. —can be done in paper bags and save the housewife a good deal of anxiety. Eor a single person two chops placed in a nicely buttered bag, or in a bag yvith a small piece of bacon, yvill be done after twelve minutes in a hot oven. Where fresh berries can not be eat en and the diet calls for apricots or prunes, place the dried fruit, after care fully washing, in a bag with a small quantity of yvater and a little bit of lemon for the prunes; seal the bag and let it cook until the prunes and apri cots have absorbed the moisture. They yvill taste very much better than yy hen cooked in any other way. Codfish can be cooked in a paper bag as follows: Take a one-pound piece of fish and place it in a well buttered bag into yyhich has been dropped a wineglassful of milk, a teaspoonful of butter and a heaping teaspoonful of flour, which has been stirred to a smooth' paste. After put ting the fish in, arlrf a little chopped onion and parsley, seal the bag and eook for fifteen minutes. Occasionally the bag burns or scorches or it suddenly catches fire from the draught when the oven door is open. None of these things should discourage the eook, hoyvever, because consistently one may maintain a pose or a sham, the time is pretty sure to come when she will suffer because of it or rebel against it. Beatrice felt now that she had reached this period, for she could not explain to her friend her horror of a drinking man without tacitly admitting by her manner that she had the unfortunate experience of knowing such a one intimately, thus virtually acknowledging her own social hypocrisy in posing as Tom Minor's be reaved widow. So, not feeling it safe to talk on the subject she sat silent by the window, watching the long tree shadows cast across the park beneath her by the slow ly sinking sun. And, as she watch ed and mused, her anger died out grad ually and her pulses beat once more quietly. At last she trusted herself to speak. "I may have w ronged Mr. Maynard," she added, dispassionately. "No doubt, the memory of his dead wife is very dear to him. Certainly”—with a flash of sarcasm and a rueful laugh—"he talks of her enough to justify that supposition.” Helen Robbins drew her chair nearer. "Now. my deal." she said, sweetly—- w ith the manner of one who congratu lates herself on having kept her tem per throughout a painful discussion— "we won't talk.of Robert any more just now Perhaps you are a little preju diced on that subject, and besides"— with a slight feline tom'h—"l am mere ly his disinterested friend, and you only a >l-. nice acquaintance of his, so why should we squabble about the man as if he Were near and dear to Us both?" Beatrice's recently acquired self-con trol did not desert her. and her de meanor was so calm that her guest did not suspect that the astute remark had had any effect. "I really •came around this after noon," Helen continued, "to speak to you of pleasanter matters. My John Is asking several friends to dine with us tomorrow evening. \\ . 're going away to the country in two weeks from now, and the place is all upset, so wo can’t have anything but a plain family din ner Its horribly inconvenient, of • course. but a man net er thinks of that almi of thing, and John says it will be have them men now w hlle he I ii ■ - asked them oft n I • 'tn, , and I,ad ,|w ivs forgotten to I i set a <lat« line of them is an artist : 111. Other a physician. Both wore a' 'college with John and he hue neglected | [them sl.amefully. for. as they are old, [ bachelors and he has a w ife and home, j jwe ought to hat. had them at our | pw'i-. bug ago Now. dear, won't you I lileu-e to Ip nn ~ut lit coming toinor . | row night to dinner with them' There will )>■ these two strange men, and A if she will experiment for a little while she yvill find that cooking In a paper bag is a simple and expeditious matter which will save her a good deni of time, besides the annoyance of dishwashing. Almost all recipes can be adapted to the uses of the paper bag, especially those that contain more solids than fluids. The expert, however, can make soup in a bag just as well as in a pot. One more interesting thing about paper bag cookery. You get the ab solute flavor of what you are cooking; so much of the odor and taste is lost in ordinary cooking by evaporation, because the pot or pan is opened, that food is often said to be good when it is only highly seasoned. You yvill find that you don't need so much sea soning when you cook in a paper bag. but that you must be much more care ful to have a good quality of material, fresh vegetables and good meat Another item is the economy of this process. Everything in a paper bag can be eaten. Very little sticks to the side of the bag, and there is no waste in pouring it out, as there generally is when using pots. The extreme cleanliness of paper bag cookery is another recommendation, while doc tors yvho are always crying out that half of the good is cooked out of the food can be assured that the oil, salts and nutritive qualities remain intac> in this process ■ have asked Cousin Hannah to make the i third woman—but she will not be much of a drawing card, and I do want you.” If Beatrice felt a momentary Im pulse to refuse the urgent invitation, it was crushed before the declination reached her lips as she contrasted the dinner, with its possibilities of cheer and pleasure, with the stupid evening 1 meal she would probably have in her own lonely little apartment. Perhaps, too, the phrase, "two strange men," may have tempted her to a favorable consideration of the idea, although she did not admit this fact even to her inner consciousness. But she was a bit surprised to feel how different j society and social functions appeared I to her within the past months. Right I after her husband's death she felt that ! men were unworthy a woman's con sideration. Later, when she became accustomed to he'- freedom. she thought of men as selfish, egotistical beings, in whom she had no interest. Rut, since she had tried the wings of that much-prized freedom, and had fluttered out in the world and had proved that she still had the ability to charm mankind, she fot.nd herself enjoying the company of the few men she knew, and taking their compli ments and homage with an eager zest that had heretofore been foreign to her character. So she accepted gratefully Helen's invitation and became immediately more vivacious and voluble in her talk. "It is always delightful to dine at your house." she said, affably, "and really I have so many lonely evenings that it Is a genuine kindness to me I when one of my friends invites me awav from this quiet little home in which the children are sound asleep by x o'clock." She had actually forgotten her hos tile attitude of mind towards Helen for the time, at least. "At what hour do you dine, dear?" she asked as her guest rose to go home. "At our usual hour. 7 o'clock," re plied Helen. "1 am thoroughly- glad that you can come.” And so am I!” exclaimed Beatrice sincerely. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the / r*/-' ' "~ Bi*nature ot u © © Ihe Manicure Lady ’■© © />y 11 ’Hliam 1 ; . Kirk »t 1 ’ 1 queer world, this j world that We're living in." said the Manicure *I. idj . "A girl t>i. - I of mmo was in here today mid ■ ' ■ aboil! the kind of a job she sell li; ; p •sitioii. She it» kind of ur.hu k > . George." I know what you mean." said the H< id. Harbe "Vou mean she is un mkx enough to be prettc You don't need to tell me anything about pretty it:r)s looking for theatrical positions," he concluded. ' ! knew same of them theatricaf of fices was kind of had,” said the Mani cure I.ady "But I never' knew how 1 much luckier I am to be a manicure girl than a chorus girl until my little pal told me some of the talk she had handed to her. I guess there ain't enough big, clean boys in the world. George—the kind that coud walk into that kind of an office'with four of the cheap fellows sitting around at ma hogany' desks, lock the door, and come out with the key, leaving death and devastation in his track. Gee. I could love a hold-up man out West —one of the,chaps (hat is all the time facing bullets or lynching, but spare tne from them little, cheap, sneaky rajs that takes any kind of advantage of a girl'.s position in life. I get a few of them in here now and then, you know, George.” "I don't know." said the Head Bar ber angrily. “Ever since the time I walloped that cheap drummer with a shaving mug that belonged to another traveling man, you have been afraid to tell me anything. That's the trouble with girls. They- stand for all the rough stuff, talk and all, because they don't want to make a scene. What's a'scene, anyway, after it is all over? Many a man has had to make a scene just for the sake of teaching another man a lesson.” “I know you are awful brave, George,” admitted the Manicure Lady with a beaming smile of admiration. "That was sure grand, the way you beaned that fellow with that shaving mug. AntJ it said on the mug ‘Re member me,’ too. That struck me kind 'mlSsF 'Wljfw ' - /anty /DRUDGE \j r / j Anty Drudge Suggests an Essay. Fair Graduate— “My commencement essay is on 'The In disputable Superiority of Mind over Matter.’ ” A>ily Drudge by not make your essay about practical things: ’How bels-Naptha Has Lightened Woman's Work.’ After you are married, and have a house of your ovvn, you will find that Keis-Naptha has done more to take the sting out of housework than any thing ever invented.” The three great forward steps in woman’s housework ares The modern range in place of the old fireplace and kettle; Ihe sewing machine in place of laborious hand-sewing; Fels-Naptha soap, which makes it easy to wash clothes in cool or lukewarm water, without boiling or hard rubbing. Os these three, Fels-Naptha saves the woman more back-breaking labor, more time, more money, and does more to make life pleasanter than either of the others. At the very first, you can see how it saves time and labor, but perhaps you’ll wonder how Fels-Naptha saves money. In two ways: First it saves the cost of coal or gas to heat water and boil the clothes. Then the clothes last longer when washed with Fels-Naptha in cool or luke warm water. Their fibre isn’t weakened by boil ing nor strained by hard rubbing. You can’t realize just what a help Fels-Naptha is until you’ve tried it in your own was’ ng. Why not begin next washday? Fels-Naptha easy way of washing in place of the tiresome, tedious back-break ing method. , Use it according to directions-on the green wrapper, winter or summer of funny at the time, because the part of the mug that landed nearest to me after it had bounced off his block had them words on it—‘Remember me? I guess he yvon’t ever forget you." "I didn’t yvant to break that mtig,” said the Head Barber, “but tlie gent I broke it on had a kind of tough mug himself, and I am too long in the league to go picking a fight with a man that bounces up after you knock him down. I have to use my hands for shaving, kiddo. I don’t yvant to break them up oh a bully.” "Brother Wilfred said the same 1 thing ».ne other night," remarked the Manicure Lady. “Him and me was hvalking home and a big stiff on the eotner near the house said, 'Pipe the long-haired guy with the queen? I thought at the time that Wilfred was going to take it up, but when we got home and I asked him about it, he said that he didn’t yvant to break up his hands. I guess shaving mugs and other crockery IS kind of handy, after all, George.” LOVE'S LABOR LOST. Weary, yvorn, yvretched and woe begone was he. So much so that he at tracted the sympathy of the passing stranger. “What’s the trouble?" asked the Good Samaritan, kindly. "Anything I can do, old chap?” "No. thanks." moaned the victim. “Only please go away and leave me.” “Yes, but,” hazarded the stranger, "perhaps it would relieve you if you told me about it.” “Well, it’s this way,” came the reply. "I’ve been teaching a girl to ride 0. bicycle. I’ve wheeled her miles; she’s fallen on me; I’ve paid for the hire of the machine. I’ve boiled with the heat—” “Poor chap!” interrupted the stran ger “And now she's jilted you—eh?" "No —worse than that,” came the mournful answer. “Last evening I went on the pier and discovered that she's a trick cyclist in an athletic troupe!" Then he collapsed—done io the world. The blow had been too heavy.