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TOE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” By Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up" TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. If the thought occurred to Rimlngton he dashed it aside from his mind. He *as 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 iesult—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 orcfer that she might live his .'•%? and share his suffering. He had heard 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 tised it. No 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 at Rilmouth she would have been no help to him. Her house would be the first to be suspected, and her every movement be watched like those of a known criminal. No hope or help from that quarter, Rim lngton knew that very well. No hope of help from any known quarter. Only 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 and throbbed till it be came an additional suffering—a pain as sharp as hi« longing for Betty as his de sire for vindication He must eFean*. About a fortnight after his dismissal from the infirmary the chance came. The thaw had ended in a week of ; steady downpour, ar.d even when the rain ' had ceased live air had seemed heavy with moisture. The mornings had. for I the most part, dawned foggx. and more j than once Rimlngton had dreaded that. , owing to the fog. the <mt doo- gangs would ■ be confined to the prison precincts. But ; this had never once happ* re • Each day ’ the fog had cleared, leav ng a day of i raw. damp mist, and each day the wil ; derness, and the fog. for wl.icl: Riming- ■ .ten had prayed, had never returned till i darkness fell. Then, on the eleventh day, ; had come a change. As usual, the morning had downed mistily but had cleared Fufficentl} to pl’ow the gang to get to hot as the : afternoon approached Rim’notor every ' sense a’ert. noticed that a change was j creeping up over the wild, deso’ate ' country. There was fog in the air— he seemed to see it rush tag 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, j male.’” the man nearest said to him. i pausing in his ov n labor. He was a big. : muscular looking brute, with a finely I shaped head, its line# clearly revealed by : the convict crop, set incongruously on liis bull throat./ “Fair e’ cited yet looks." His thin lips burled’ In a smile that re minded Rimlngton oddly <>f :lo «!.)”.? that curves the lips of the in the Em- perors’ Gallery , and his ♦v. .= *hat w-'-re very hl :a and very cold-h oklng. met his with an c-nigtnaiical expression, "Y< u seem' ’<■ be taking a (’altering in teres! in me.” Rimingtor said, forcing himself to adopt an answering tone From the first moments of his convict career he had been fully alive to the ne co-sity <>f preserving a verba’ equality with his associates so far as was possi- j ble. The gentleman lag is a marked man > in 4 more■ senses than one. The other sidled nearer, lowering his ! voice, speaking through his teeth, with- I out lip movement, in the way Rimington i bad learned to understand “Yer go*n’ to make a bolt fer it. ain’t ; yer'.’” he .«:dd. and as Rimlngton, by a • movement of his head, made a disclaimer. • ho abjured him. with much verbal em- J broidery, not to be a liar. “I’ve seen it , in yer eyes this three weeks back,” he i said. “And terday’s yer chance—our • chance!” So he had been thinking of ; t, too! Rim lngton gave him a startled glance, then looked away again. One of the warders • T FOUNTAINS, HOTELS. 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Then they were separated, and Rimington’s eyes and mind were concen trated on two things the movements of the warders and the specter of the fog that was rolling inland from the set*, 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 y et devised a plan with so many points of resemblance. To him also the inadvisability of attempting escape in the open country, where every’ point of vantage was occupied by h civil guard, had occurred. His plan was to wait until they were returning and had al most reached the tunnel that separated the stone 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 to look in different directions. Having separated, the dash was to be made for open coun try. “Five o’clock, mate.” the convict had given the signal. “The 5 o’clock hell, and —” Would 5 o'clock never come? How fa r had he walked? How long had he been walking? .lack Rimington had lost all idea of time. For long now i he seemed to l ave forgotten a time when jhe was not walking, walking on and on through the white fog. tha/t seemed to 1 him now no longer* the deliverer, but the ! destroyer, behind whose white, shroud j ing curtain lurked a. thousand shapes of ; fear. His head ached and reeled, and bis body I was soaked through and through: once ihe had plunged through the fog knee : deep in a brawling streamy had fallen land stumbled, soaking himself in the wa ! ter. Ice cold from its journey’ down from ; the source beyond the shoulders of the ! tors. His dread was that he might be. for jail the ceaseless energy, moving only in a circle, instead of increasing the distance i between himself and the prison He was j faint and sick with hunger, and hardly i realized that it was hunger; only now the white whorls of the fog were beginning sto take definite shape for him The white •cur’ain of rhe fog had become full of | even The air was full of expectancy, of <walting. It came to him that his pursuers i waited only for him to pause or halt so I that they might rush upon him and pull ! him down like a pack of hounds. ; Fagged Out. I He stumbled on and on, with steps that flagged and grew more lagging Then : presently It was not the curtain of the ! mist tha.r hid the world from him; sleep .that was more a failing of nia waking ‘ senses than a voluntary surrender to ■ slumber took him out of the ambush cf ;i<s intense weariness and fatigue. He ! stumbled yet again, fell, ai.d lay heavily ! against an excrocrmc*' on the face of I the rnoor. ;hat s’ • mcd 1 lack and grim ' through the llftirgard ever-lifting mist. It was brc.'u: daylight when he awoke. Iy et still a uhltc world; hoar frost lay ' *>ver the brown-] arched face of the moor,. ■ spreading a, \ «d! of silver spun like cpb i web over the great tracts of brake fern and the blackened, leafless tracery |of the bilberry bushes that here in this ‘desolate spot clothed the rncor save | where here and there, in broken places, |it sh owed its immemorial face of granite lin greet i’atened slabs ar.d shattered I moraines. j Riminglon roused himself with a start land looked about him. He was stiff and ' chilled with cold, but his brain was clear; 1 sleep had chased away the mist of last ; night from his brain as the morning sun ; light had sent the fog skulking back out • to sea. He remembered all that had happened. ; The plan had gone without a hitch, .lust as they had arranged, they had made a bolt for freedom the big con vict. who had stated his name was Winch, to the right, and himself to the left. Orders to stop had been shouted after them. and. those orders disregarded, shots bad been fired; hut the fog had swal lows! them up. What had happened to the other man? Was he still at large? Rimington hoped so. poor wretch, since his punishment would be very’ heavy, see ing that this was the man’s third at tempt to break prison. He raised himself cautiously and looked about hmf. So far as his eyes could see there was no sign of human life or human habitation. The moor stretched white and sparkling in the sun light. unbroken to the horizon; of the prison, that grim fortress on the hill that seemed to dominate all the* coun tryside. lie could see no trace; he sur mised that it was hidden behind the ris ing shoulder of land that rose clear and shapely, outlined against the turquoise of the sky Yet. that he could see no one was no guarantee of security; there were a hun dred hiding places from behind which the hounds of the law might rise and give tongue. He dared not show himself I in the open, grotesque figure that he was. | to shout his identity of runaway to the Intelligence of the tiniest toddling child. it was bitterly cold; his Qlothss, drenched through last night, stood out stiff and frozen about him; he ached in every bone, and hunger was gnawing at him again with cruel teeth. He tried to drag himself out under the shelter of the boulder, behind which lie lay into the sunlight, but the winter sunshine had n<» now’er to thaw cold such possessed his bones; its brightness seemed to mock him. To Be Continued in Next Issue. Nadinola Talcum 8 WILL PLEASE THE MOST EXACTING There's None Better Contains More Antiseptics Sets free just enough oxygen to keep the skin white, soft, smooth and healthy. Nadinola Taicunt Powder is composed entirely of sanative ingredients Soft as velvet Guaranteed By toilet counters or by mail 25 cents NATIONAL TUII.LT COMPANY, Parti. Tran. Hot Weather Cooking Some More About the \ alue of Paper Bag Cookery By ELIZABETH RATHBONE. A GOOD many people who have tried paper bag cookery have failed to be successful with it because they did not understand that the food must t»ot be placed in a dish, nor should the bag be put on a dish. The paper bag is used instead of a dish or pan. and is tightly sealed, so that the juice of the food, the aroma and delicate flavoring may be entirely retained. When the food to be cooked is in the bag, seal the bag and put it in the oven, which should be heated in advance. Put the heavy roasts which take long to cook on the lowest shelf of tile oven. The economy of this process Ay . \ ■ i is easily shown. . Everything- in / a paper bag can //A jTWpr >. ' Jay be eaten. The / B/A extreme cleanli- / \ A ness of paper bag | WWWWWF; «« I \ \WHI Ik e-. W. // cookery is another Ek , WW Ml recommendation. Al l of the | food’s nutritive fl ‘ V qualities remain A / intact in this bb- process. " The juice of the food, delicate aroma and flavoring are entirely retained. and the lighter dishes on thq middle and upper shelves. The paper bag 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 olives 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 in separate dishes; add first the yolk and then the white. Mix thor oughly. place in a well buttered jiaper bag and bake for half an hour. Serve with a tomato sauce. Chicken can be cooked in a paper bag very successfully, and one can cut it up. or cook it whole; cooked in pieces it 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 well cleaned chicken, a couple of pieces of bacon, placed with it in the paper bag, a small onion, one carrot, a piece of celery, a sprig of chives and parsley, pepper and salt. Pour into the bag a good tumblerful of water, seal it up. and if the water begins to run out of it tie a piece of string around its neck to prevent its doing so. (F- Him finer a Hnckanrl eletl Tf > es s o Defend Maynard, But o I IRRIIRg & fIUSDanCI the \\ id on' Will Hear Nothing of Hun i BEATRICE was not mistaken, for. after a moment’s reflection, Hel en Robbins took up her tale of protest. "My dear girl," she began deprecat ingly, "how do you know that all this talk about poor old Roh Maynard Is true? It may be 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 things of that kind, Beatrice, to be able to take a sane view of. them." "I can scarcely see where my view - point is not ‘sane,’" asserted Beatrice, controlling voice and manner that she might not show how excited she really was. "Perhaps, Helen, if you had been at the Arcadian, as 1 was last night, and had seen 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. But I can’t!" “I’m sure- you were mistaken." in sisted Helen, with the calm and irritat ing obstinacy of an outwardly amiable tv oman. "How could 1 be mistaken about such an evident thing as that?" demanded her hostess. "Well, you might easily be wrong about It." reiterated Helen. Beatrice laughed disagreeably. "Or drunk myself, why don't you sug gest?" she said with angry sarcasm. "Beatrice!” exclaimed the shocked guest. "Don't be so vulgar! But I can't believe my ears when you tell me such things of Robert. By the way, who was with you?" she asked sud denly. "I acknowledge.” admitted Helen, that I have heard from several people that Robert Maynard has been drink ing occa.aionally lately, but not to ex cess, and I could hardly believe even that. If it is true," she continued, blandly, "I suppose it is because the poor fellow is so lonely and unhappy that he would do almost anything to forget his sorrow for a little while. He misses his wife dreadfully!" "He must!" sneered Beatrice. "Oh, Beatrice," reproved the widow er's champion, "how can you speak in that way you. who know for yourself what the torture of such bereavement is"" But the widow did not reply Imine diately, ami. during the silence that followed, Helen looked at het hostes with a gaze in which uncertainty and triumph were mingled Inwatdlt Bea trice wo- lighting against the impulse to dll lie futlher tl|H,n Matnatd's ill linquema llowevet artistically and \ /y ' ;. \ / \ /■ \/ r vor J Many of the dishes that are fried— liver and bacon, for instance, or chops, veal, etc.—can be done in paper bags and save the housewife a good deal of anxiety. For a single person two chops placed in a nicely buttered bag, or tn a bag with a small piece of bacon, will 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 water and a little lilt of lemon for the prunes; seal the bag and let it cook until the prunes and apri- I cots have absorbed the moisture. They ; will taste very much better than when 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 which has been I dropped a wineglassful of milk, a [ teaspoonful of butter and a heaping I teaspoonful of flour, which has been stirred to a smooth paste. After put ting the fish in, add a little chopped onion and parsley, seal the bag and cook for fifteen minutes. Occasionally the bag bums 01 scorches or it suddenly catches fire from the draught when the oven doo: is open. None of these things should discourage the cook, however, because Bv VIRGINIA T. VAX DE WATE 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 slowly sinking sun. And. as she w atch ed and mused, her anger died out grad ually and her pulses beat once more quietly. At last she trusted herself to s peak. “1 may have wronged 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 ot her enough to justify that supposition." Helen Robbins drew her chair nearer. "Now, my dear,” she said, sweetly - with the manner of one who congratu lates herself on having kept her tem per throughout a pdinful discussion "w e 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 touch —"! am mere ly bis disinterested friend, and you only a chance acquaintance of his. so why should we squabble about th'- 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, "J 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. We re going away to the country in two weeks from now, and the place is all upset, so we can't have anything but a plain family din ner. It's horribly inconvenient, of course, but a man never thinks of that kind of thing, and John says it will be best to have these men now while he thinks of it. He has asked them often to come, and had always forgotten to set a date. One of them is an artist the other a. physician, limit wet. at college w ith John, ami he has neglected tlum shamefully for. as the.' are old bachelors, and he has a wife and home, we ought to have had them at out house* long ago Now, dear, won't .volt please help me out by coming tomor row night to dinner with tin in ' There will be these two slr.tnut* no n and I 1 if she will experiment for a little wiMle she will find that cooking In a paper bag is a simple and expeditious matter which will save her a good deal 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 will 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 meal 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 wasta in pouting it out, as there is when using pots. The extreme cleanliness of paper bag cookery is another recommendation, while doc tors who 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 intact in this process. :r. have asked Cousin Hannah to make the • third woman—but she will not be much of a drawing card, and 1 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 meal she would probably have In her own lonely little apartment. Perhaps. ' too, the phrase, "two strange? men," may haw 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 society and social functions appeared to her within the past months. Right after her husbarnTs death she felt that men were unworthy a woman's con sideration Later, when she became accustomed to her freedom, she thought of men as selfish, egotistical beings, in whom she bad no Interest. But, since she had tried the wings of that much-prized freedom, and had fluttered out in the world and had J proved that she still had the ability to charm mankind, she found 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 ami 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 when one of my friends invites me away from this quiet little home in which lhe 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 aslod as Iter guest rose so go home. "At our usual hour. 7 o'clock," re plied Helen. "I am thoroughly glad that you can come." And so am 1!" exclaimed Beatrice, sincerely. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. Ths Kind You Have Always Bought Bears the ZV / Wifnatare 01 '-£4X4* The Manicure Lady § By William F. Kirk ZZ T T’S a mighty queer world, tftis j world that we’re living in.” said . the Manicure Lady. “A girl friend of mine was in here today and told me about the kind of a job she had getting a position. She is kind of unlucky, George." "I know what you mean,” said the Head Barber. "You mean she is un lucky enough to be pretty. You don't need to.tell me anything about pretty girls looking for theatrical positions," he concluded. "J knew some of them theatrical of fices was kind of bad." said the Mani cure. Lady "But t never knew how 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 wdlk 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 that Is all the time facing bullets or lynching, me from them little, cheap, sneaky rats 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 thflr 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. And it said on the mug 'Re member me,' too. That struck me kind /*’ rr , XjMtXc Mm* JaU Anty Drudge Suggests an Essay. Fair Graduate— emamence-ment ewwrv m au ‘The Tn duipntaUe Superiority ors Mind over Matter.* ” Anly Dredge— “ Why oot make your aowby about practical things: How EeU.*<aptb* Has Lightened Wonm's Work.’ After you are marned, and have a hoarne of your own. you wfll find that Fme-Muptha boo don** n*jre to take the stmg ovt oi honaenrork lUa aay ever jnoioi l * The three great forward steps in woman’s housework are: The modern range in place of the old fireplace and kettle; The sewing machine in place of laborious hand-sewmg; 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 redound 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 won’t ever forget you." "I didn’t want to break that mug.” said the Head Barber, "but the 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 want to break them up on a bully." “Brotjier Wilfred said the same thing -ne other nigru," remarked the Manicure Lady. "Him and me wag walking home and a big stiff on the corner 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 want to break up his* hands. I guess shaving mugs and other! crockery IS kind of handy, after all, George." LOVE'S LABOR LOST. Weary, worn, wretched and woe-»j begone was he. So milch so that he at-J traded 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 "perhaps It would relieve you If you? told me about it.” "Well, it's this way." came the replyJ "I’i;e been teaching a gin to ride bicycle. I've wheeled her miles; she's fallen on me; I've paid for the hire ■ S the machine. I've boiled with th« heat—” "Poor chap!" Interrupted the stran-sj ger. "And now she's jilted you—eh?" ’ "No—worse than that,” came th<i mournful answer. "Last evening K went on the pier and discovered thaw she's a trick cyclist in an athlethS troupe!” Then he colla peed—done tn the world. The blow had been too heavy.