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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE
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Daysey Mayme
and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
WHEN FATHER ENTERTAINS.
/-SPHERE is a rule among hospita-
I ble women that a guest should
"*■ never be left alone a minute. The
Same rule applies to thieves, but. of
course, for a different reason.
The observance of this rule at the
Appleton home causes great worry in
the last half hour before dinner is
served when Mrs. Lysander John's du
ties take her to the kitchen. It is at
such trying times that Lysander John
Is pressed into service. He must "en
tertain” the guest.
This is his procedure:
“Did I ever show you.” he asked
Mrs. Blank, the visitor, “the picture
of the bear I killed last summer?"
He never had. and Lysander John
opens a drawer In a bookcase and turn
the contents on the floor, but can't find
the picture.
“Maw." he calls to his wife, "where's
the picture of the bear I ki'led last
summer?”
It is the psychological moment wit!
Mrs. Appleton when the steak needs
turning but she rushes to the parlor,
find.- the picture under her h ssl.ind'-
nose, and rushes back to thi kitchen. >
The gravy had icich. d a crisis when I
Lysander John calls out tbit Mrs. I
Blank wants to t>e“ that picture of
their summer homo, and he ■ n't find it
Gravy Is temperimental md won't
wait, and Mrs. Appb on stirs it for
d'-sr life, while s<rt timing to her hus
band that he will find it in a <•>!!« lion
tit pictures on tin piano.
A sound of something falling Ly
eandrr John has up-«t al! the photo
graphs on the floor ami can't find that
cf hi? summer home.
"Maybe." ugg. is the visitor hope
fully. "I* is in th> bookcase."
A mass of books are thrown to thi
floor, and he can't find it. and as his
■wife refuses to leavi her gravy, he
gives it up and looks for an <lk tooth. I
He turn- mor the gold fish in |
searching f'-r that tmjihv and later i
in looking for an mitimi rih letter from !
General G ant, u;.- tie piano sto c
end knocks ill tin bri '-a-brac off the
mantel.
Every f a minutes app'i'ls an -■•nt
to the kitchen beginning . ith "I . m'l i
find," and <>• rv appeal is answei 1 b
niinut< direction, foi finding what h.
is looking for. right under his nose
Every few minutes there 1 a , r.is!
of books, brh -a-hrtc 01 furniture, am
when Mrs Appleton ha put the d nn< i
on the table and appears to . .ill hei
guest, the parlor look- as if Ibpublii an
had been holding a convention th r. 1
"It is • your fault," Lysander John
always saj s, looking at tin- w reck igi
around him and the dust and water . i
his clothes; "I don't sc, why you worn '
en take su< h pains to hide tilings wher. .
a man can't find them."
A PERPLEXING QUESTION.
Being a funny man, ho was at I'
again. Seated on the grass in th
midst of the picnic partv, he was spin
ning the latest yarns.
"I say," he remarked to those as
sembled, "1 het you can’t answer this
riddle "
"Well, what is it?" asked a chorus
of voices.
"Can you name an animal that has
eyes that can not see; legs, and an
not walk, but can jump io high as the
Eiffel tower?"
Everybody racked their brains, and
there was deep silence for a moment.
“I don't know,” remarked some one
"I give it up."
Tite rest of the party also signified
their inability to solve the riddle.
"The answer," said the tunny man
"Is a wooden horse, It has eyes and
can not see, and logs and can not
walk."
"Yes. Rut how do. s it jump as high
as the Eiffel tower?" came the trium
phant shout.
"The Eiffel tower." said the funny
man. as he made preparations for hur
ried departure, "can't jump!"
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is Guest Night
\2 OU cannot show your friends more
A generous hospitality than to invite
them to join the family circle the night
you serve
FAUST
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It’s a delightful dish—and so full of whole
some nourishment. Made from glutinous
Durum wheat, in clean, bright, sunny
kitchens. Make Faust Spaghetti the chief
dish for dinner once a week and invite
your friends to enjoy it.
All good grocers sell Faust Spaghetti—Sc
and 10c a package. Write for free book
of recipes.
Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo.
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Just so Eve hung her head and listened, and just so Adam slipped his hands over hers and strove to lift her eyes to his while he told her the story that was brand new then.
“THE GATES OF SILENCE” « Bv META SIMMINS * AUTHOR OF “HUSHED UP”
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
More than once, in the weariness o
the hours that followed, .lack RhnlDKto!
found hirnst if wishing dull' that he \va
back in the prh< n < II at Rllrnouth. Th<
obsession of flight bail fallen from him
crouching there, in tl.e ice stiffened gar
ments of his shame he knew now the su
preme folly of the adventure on \\hl<
he was embarked *
But t'.Vro could be no going back. ll<
|j’o.v onl> too wdl what awaited hin
there shame and ignominy the yellov
dress of disgrace, the chains of punish
ment, and punishment fare of bread and
water perhaps worse. He could not go
hack. For the first time since the blight
had descended on his life, Rimington
faced the fact that there was one alter
native to going back. So far his life was
his own to take up aagin or fling away
as a burden too heavy to be borne.
He knew what was happening-—how
every available man was out scouring the
gulleys and plantations, guarding the
road and the bridges and the stations,
lie knew how every able-bodied Inhab
itant of the district was converted into
a police spy by hope of the reward, the
price that is set on the convict’s head.
"I must have been mad," he told him
self, "mud to have put my head into such
a noose.’* Yet in his heart he knew that
it was madness which, given the same
chance and the same odds tomorrow, he
would have been powerless to resist.
He watched the sun—it was his only
means of checking time: had it ever
moved so slowly westward? Would the
afternoon never come? .And after the
afternoon the long hours of semi-twilight.
He fell to grubbing up the frozen gras.*-
and chewing it. but it was dry hay be
neath the rime of the frost
Sleep came over him <eslstlessly; sleep,
it was an enemy to be dreaded and
fought against madly as snow-drowsi
ness; sleep, that became a temptation,
that assumed the guise of a hundred de
sired things that, when in sheer weak
ness he succumbed to It, head nodding
to his hunched up knees, stripped of its
shining veil and showed him a masque
of demons dancing a dance of death,
plunged him as a central figure into a
phantasmagoria of horror from which he
would start awake, shivering still, with
the dews terror beating his brow.
So crouching and dozing and starting
awake in blind fear, he past the year-long
hours till night fell night, when the fur
tive creatures of the earth steal forth and
move, hunt and prey.
And what could he expect of help or
solace from the darkness?
Slowly with aching limbs, whose move
ment was a torment, Rimington rose and
limped on. Instinctively he turned in the
opposite direction from the shoulder of
the land that, as he imagined, hid the
prison from him. He had no sense of
destination now, no formulated plan,
nothing but a blind hope of stumbling
against a place where he might shelter
from the intense cold and find food.
Warmth and food—these were now’ the
imperative necessities for him. not safety
The Abomination of a Lie.
It had danced before him for miles,
it seemed, a tantalizing will o’ the wisp
of red light, now gleaming across the
darkness like a watchful eye, now dis
appearing utterlx , gradually, however,
it had been drawing nearer. It burst on
him suddenly, seen at a surprising near
ness now that he had mounted the ris
ing ground at the top of which he saw
the white glimmer of a gate, the uncur
tained window of a cotage, red lighted by
the lamp and pla> of flames within
The sight stirred Rimingtons blood,
set his feeble pulses a flutter His step
quickened into a stealthy run He had
n<» Idea what the hour w is •»ut he imag
med it earlj evening, and it seemed a
l 's.-ible chance that the cottage might
be empty, its tenant n t yet return'>l
H in the village ur the field. As ha
neared the building he saw’ that it stood,
I unprotected by any hedge or fence, on
tie face of the moor itself, although
there were signs of a cultivated path run
ning around the cottage. The white gate
1 at the side gave entrance to a yard and a
low’ cluster of outhouses.
; As Rimington went limping forward,
the door of the cottage opened suddenly,
and he saw the figure of a woman sil
houetted against the lurid glow’ of a fire-
’ lit kitchen.
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110 could have screamed aloud like an
hysterical woman in the bitterness of his
disappointment; as it was. a little cry
escaped from his blood-caked lips, and at
, the sound he saw the woman’s head
, turn quickly, as though -she stared Intent
ly into the darkness.
lie made a little, hesitating step for
ward. Judging by the slimness of her
figure, a certain uprightness of pose, she
was a young woman. If she were alone,
dare he trust her? tl was no longer a
question of trust, he told himself. It
was a necessity—he must have food and
warmth. Again he moved forward; and
again the woman started, staring into
the darkness.
“What's that? Is anybody there?”
Her voice was young and fresh, with a
certain note of alarm In it.
Rimington made no reply. His answer
was to come forward into the ladder of
light cast across the ground In front of
the open door a thing of horror even
In the dimness; a creature unmistakable
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and branded at the first glance, even in
that uncertain light.
“Madam,” he said, "for heaven’s sake,
do not scream or cry out. I-whatever I
look—can not harm you. I Implore you
to help me.”
"Ah!” Just the quick-drawn exclama
tion. that was all, but to Rimington it
seemed full of a message of hope. “I—
it's a pity you came to this cottage of
all cottages,” the girl said, as though to
hersel f.
“I am starving and frozen," he said.
"If you will give me food—let me thow
the ice out of my bones—you can do with
me afterward what you will."
His voice was hoarse and rasping, his
bitten lips formed the words with diffi
culty. He made a blundering, half un
conscious gesture of appeal with his
numbed hands.
Face to Face.
"Oh, come in—don’t delay,” the girl
said. "It isn't that I don't want to help
you. Only—”
Her sentence broke abruptly: a quick
cry of terror, as quickly suppressed, broke
from her lips, for, with a sudden, al
most violent movement, the man who
had been following her caught her by
the arm and swung her around toward
him, for ail his weakness, as reslstlessly
as a leaf moves before the wind.
"Betty!" he said. “In heaven's name—
what does this mean? Betty!”
Just for a moment something that was
more poignant than surprise held the girl
silent. She stood motionless, poised as
he had swung her back, staring up at
him with wide eyes, the glow of the fire
light making a golden aureole of her hair.
Then: “What are you—what do you
mean?" -The words were scarcely whis
pered: but the man looking down into
her eyes that held no recognition heard
them, low-breathed as they w'ere. The
fact that she failed to recognize hint
either by voice or look for the moment
outweighed the surprise of her presence
there in that isolated cottage on the
moor.
"It's I—Jack! Don't you recognize me,
Betty? Is it possible"—
"Jack!" There was more than in
credulity in the girl's voice and eyes;
there was a creeping horror. "Oh, it isn't
possible—it isn't possible!"
For the moment she stood looking at
this wreck of a man before her. gaunt
and wolfish-looking, with the shaven head
and the motley of a clown, and a face
that was channeled with deep lines of
pain. Then, as though recollecting her
self by an effort, she drew him with her
inside the shelter of the kitchen and,
closing the door behind her, shot the
heavy bolt in place and drew the shut
ters across the window before she turned
to him again.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
WHY NOT BECOME ENGAGED?
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am nineteen and have been go
ing with a young man of the same
age for nearly one year. A week or
so ago a girl wrote you asking
whether or not she should let her
friend kiss her, she having refused
him. You replied, statinc she was
a very sensible girl and the young
man had no respect for her. Now,
this made me feel rather badly, as I
let my young man kiss me, and last
Sunday I thought I wouldn’t just to
see what h$ would say. Now, he
got real angry over it, and after I
had told him of the letter in your
column, he said if he didn’t respect
me he wouldn't call to see me. Now,
I like him very much and I w ouldn’t
' want to get mad over it, as we
have never quarreled before. Pleaee
advise me if you think he respects
me or not. We are not engaged,
but my folks approve of him.
DOTTY D.
You like each other; your parents
approve. Then why not an engage
ment? That would give him and op
portunity presented, and I have no
doubt he will see to it that they are
many. It would be better for you, and
you, my dear, are the one to be con
sidered.
A MATTER OF FORM.
Dear Miss Fairfax:
I am eighteen and In love with
a man of twenty-one. I love him
and he loves me. Do you think we
are engaged, or not until the ring
is on the finger? W. L.
You are engaged when he asks you
to marry him, and you accept. The
ring is only a symbol, and is not nec
essary. There have been many happy
engagements and marriages without it.
But if the man has the true knightly
spirit, he will get a ring and get it
promptly.
MRS. SCOTT’S
SUFFERING OVER
Doctors Advised An Opera"
tion. How She Escaped
Told By Herself.
Buckner. Mo. “ For more than a year
I suffered agonies from female troubles
and the doctors at
last decided there
was no help for me
unless I went to the
hospital for an oper
ation. I was awfully
against that opera
tion, and as a last
resort wrote to you
for special advice
and I told you just
what I suffered with
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bearing down pains,
backache, shooting pains in my left
side, and at times I could not touch
ipy foot to the floor without screaming.
I was short of breath, had smothered
spells, felt dull and draggy all the time.
I could not do any work, and oh how I
dreaded to have an operation.
“I received a letter full of kind ad
vice, which I followed, and if I had only
written her a year ago I would have been
saved so much suffering, for today I am
a well woman. lam now keeping house
again and do every bit of my own work.
Every one in this part of the country
knows it was Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vege
table Compound that has restored me to
health, and everywhere I go I recom
mend it to suffering women.” Mrs.
Lizzie Scott, Buckner, Mo.
If you want special advice write to
Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi
dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will
be opened, read and answered by a
woman and held in strict confidence.