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THE QEORQIAW’S MAGAZMGPAGE
Daysey Mayme
and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. GARSIDE.
WHEN FATHER ENTERTAINS.
THERE is a rule among hospita
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 c»>t»es 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 usual 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 turns
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 killed last
summer ?”
It is the psychological moment with
Mrs. Appleton when the steak needs
turning, but she rushes to the parlor,
finds the picture under her husband’s
nose, and rushes back to the kitchen.
The gravy had reached a "Crisis when
Lysander Jo-hn calls out that Mrs.
Blank wants to see that picture of
their summer home, and he can’t find it.
Gravy is temperamental and won’t
wait, and Mrs. Appleton stirs it for
dear life, while screaming to her hus
band that he will find it in a collection
of pictures on the piano.
A sound of something falling. Ly
sander John has upset all the photo
graphs on the floor and can’t find that
of his summer home.
“Maybe,” suggests the visitor hope
fully, “it is in the bookcase."
A mass of books are thrown to the
floor, and he can’t find it, and as his
wife refuses to leave her gravy, he
gives It up and looks for an elk tooth.
He turns over the gold fish in
searching for that trophy, and later
in looking for an autograph letter from
Genera] Grant, upsets the piano stool
and knocks all the bric-a-brac off the
mantel.
Every few minutes appeals are sent
to the kitchen beginning with "I can't
find,” and every appeal is answered by
minute directions for finding what lie
is looking for, right under his nose.
Every few minutes there is a crash
of books, bric-a-brac or furniture, and
when Mrs. Appleton has put the dinner
on the table and appears to call her
guest, the parlor looks as if Republicans
had been holding a convention there.
“It is your fault,” Lysander John
always says, looking at the wreckage
around him and the dust and water on
his clothes: “I don’t see why you wom
en take such pains to hide things where
a man can’t find them."
A PERPLEXING QUESTION.
Being a funny man, he was at it
again. Seated on the grass in the
midst of the picnic party, he was spin
ning the latest yarns.
“I say,” he remarked to those as
sembled, "I bet 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 can
not walk, but can jump as 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.”
The rest of the party also signified
their inability to solve the riddle.
"The answer,” said the funny man.
"is a wooden horse. It has eyes and
can not see, and legs and can not
walk.”
“Yes. But how does 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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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.
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“THE GATES OF SILENCE" * By META SIMMINS * AUTHOR OF “HUSHED UP”
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
More than once, in the weariness of
the hours that followed. Jack Rimington
found himself wishing dully that he was
back in the prison cell at Bilmouth. The
obsession of flight had fallen from him:
crouching there, in the ice-stiffened gar
ments of his shame he knew now the su
preme folly of the adventure on which
he was embarked.
But there could be no going back. He
knew only too well what awaited him
there —shame and ignominy—the yellow’
dress of disgrace, the chains of punish
ment. and punishment fare of bread and
water—perhaps worse. He could not go
back. 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.
He 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. "mad 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 reslstlessly; 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 utterly; 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 coiage, red lighted by
the lamp and play of flames within
The sight stirred Rimlngton’s blood,
set his feeble pulses a flutter. His steps
quickened Into a stealthy run He had
no Idea what the hour was, Put he Imag
ined It early evening, and ft seemed a
possible chance that the cottage might
be empty. Its tenant not yet returned
from the village or the field As he
neared the building he saw that it stood,
unprotected by any hedge or fence, on
the face of the moor itself, although
there were signs of a cultivated path run
ning around the cottage. The white gate
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.
He 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.
He 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
100k —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
herself.
"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 all 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 wdde 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 were. The
fact that she failed to recognize him
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 rpoment she stood looking at
this wreck of a man before her, gaunt
and wolfish-looking, with the shaven head
ami 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 ami.
closing the door behind her, shot the
heavy bolt in place ami drew the shut
ters across the window before she turned
to him again.
Tn Be Continued in Next Issue.
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In the entire city. New Academic building a model of school construction in
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Advice to the
Lovelorn
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
WHY NOT BECOME ENGAGED? I
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, stating 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 he 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 wouldn’t
want to get mad over it, as we
have never quarreled before. Please
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 parent*
approve. Then why not an engage*
ment? That would give him and op«tj
portunity presented, and I have noi
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-* 1
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 j
are engaged, or not until the ring
is on the finger? > w. L. ■ '
You are engaged when he asks yotj/
to marry him, and you accept. Th*|
ring is only'a symbol, and is not nec«<
essary. There have been many
engagements and marriages without it/
But If the man has the true knightly 5 '
spirit, he will get a ring and get itj
promptly.
Swrrs -
SUFFERING OVER:
Doctors Advised An Opera*,
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Told By Herself.
Buckner, Mo. “ For more than a year
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wna no f° r ma
O ' Spunless I went to the
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I was short of breath, had smothered
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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 yon want special advice write to
Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi
dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will
he opened, read and answered by a
women and held in strict confidence.