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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!" I BFUWs zs§k. x^y^di \i i 3! O wlwß ' W’fes&■ Wm/*' 'i i' ‘ % X f‘> '**' ? ski iw/ fehsr fßwh«rUߣs feW Spaghetti Night is Guest Night YOU cannot show your friends more generous hospitality than to invite them to join the family circle the night you serve FAUST BRAND SPAGHETTI 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. “The Way of a Man With a Maid” * **•*■ * By Nell Brinkley M TTi Illi ■ --'lll II iX I ¥ SRIh Oil HF ’ t hi < <• * L - ~ L "H' 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" * 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 z/ • •; XX M *y ;♦**••,£* r - Vacation Days are here. Plan now where to go and let us help you. The mountain and lake resorts in the North and West are attractive. The clear invigorating air will do much to upbuild you physically. We have on sale daily round trip tickets at low fares and with long return limits and will be glad to give you full infor mation. Following are the round trip fares from Atlanta to some of the principal resorts: CHAUTAUQUA LAKE PTS $34.30 NIAGARA FALLSS3S.BS DENVER 47.30 PUT IN 8AY28.00 DETROIT 30.00 PETOSKEY 36.55 DULUTH- 48.00 SALT LAKE CITY 60.30 MACKINAC ISLAND 38.65 TORONTO 38.20 MAMMOTH CAVE 17.40 WAUKESHA 33.70 THE ATTRACTIVE WAY NORTH |EM|73| CITY TICKET OFFICE Bn Hi Ao arl 4 Peachtree Street phones { BviTm* ”ioss 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. GEORGIA MILITARY ACADEMY THE SOUTHS MOST SPLENDIDLY EQUIPPED PREP SCHOOL College Park, Eight Miles From Atlanta, Georgia Fills every hour of a boy’s life with wholesome mental development, body building, moral and social training, and preparation for a man’s part in the world’s work. A thoroughly disciplined, modernly appointed, attractive school for boys and young men—a gentleman’s school, limited to about 125 boarding pupils, so grouped, as to give every teacher about 12 Cadets for tutoring and over sight at night. Delightful home life—a big happy family of successful, cultured teachers and pupils. Every sanitary convenience. Electric lights, steam heat, artesian water. Elevation nearly 1,200 feet, no malaria, perfect health. Best Table Fare and Prettiest School Campus in the South. Three regular Courses Classical, Engineering, Commercial. Member Southern Association of Colleges and Preparatory Schools. Active U. S. Officer in Charge of Military Department. Classed A by U. S. War Department. Paresis er to visit and compare the School with the heel io America. UHL IC. WO9DWIMJ, IM, PfBS, WASHINGTON SEMINARY ATLANTA, GA NEW LOCATION—I 374 Peachtree road, just beyond Ansley Park OROI NDS AM' Hl ILDINGS; private park; beautifully shaded and landscaped, afiordmg privacy of the country. BUILDINGS Boarding department (limited), one of the most beautiful homes In the entire city. New Academic building a model of school construction in lighting, ventilation, beating, with open-air ciass rooms, gymnasiums, audito rium, etc. Tennis courts and other outdoor gam s DEPARTMENTS Kindergarten, primary, academic, college preparatory, domes tic sciem < physical culture, piano, pip. organ, voice, violin, art. expression. METHODS Smail classes; last year 23-'. pupils and 18 teachers, allowing one teacher for ever) 13 pupils ACCESSIBILITY Three car lines, Peachtree, West Peachtree and Buckhead lines; 20 minutes from center of city PROTECTION Special police officer al 2.30 and 1.30 to protect students get ting on and orT cars CATALOGUE an<l views on request, thirty-fifth year begins September IL LLEWELLYN D AND EMMA B SCOTT. Principals 1 hone Ivy 047. . 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*, tion. How She Escaped Told By Herself. Buckner, Mo. “ For more than a year I suffered agonies from female troubles p— —~and the doctors at ! decided there wna no f° r ma O ' Spunless I went to the Tg* hospital for an oper- \ ation. I was awfully . \ against that opera- j tion, and as a last i ■*Ar XjPX resort wrote to you iF/tyT lljr or B P ec * a l advice fill and I told you just > ] 1 1 1 what I suffered with LJ I bearing down pains, backache, shooting pains in my left side, and at times I could not touch my 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 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.