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TOE OEOOGIAM’S MAGAZINE ’PAGE
Daysey Mayme
and Her Folks
By FRANCES L. CARSIDE.
WHEN FATHER ENTERTAINS.
THERE Is a rule among hospita
ble women that a guest should
never be left alon< a minute The
•ante rule applies to thieves, hut. of
course, for a different noen
The observance of this rule at the
Appleton home causes great wor: v 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 Eysander 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 1 killed last
aummer?”
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 whi n
Lysander John calls out that Mrs
Blank wants to see that picture of
their summer home, and he can't llnd 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 l.y
sander John has upset all the photo
graphs on the floor and can't find that
of hts summer home.
"Maybe.” suggests the visitor hope
fully, "it lx 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
•earchlng for that trophy, and later
in looking for an autograph letter from
General Grant, upsets the piano stool
and knocks all the bric-a-brac off the
mantel.
Every few minutes appeals are cent
to the kitchen beginning pith "I can't
And," and every ap[H*a| is answered b\
minute directions for finding what he
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 .all her
guest, the parlor looks as if Republicans
had been holding a convention then
"It is your fault.” I.ysander John
always says, looking at the wreckage
around him and the dust and water it
his clothes; ”1 don’t see why you wom
en take such pains to hide things w het,
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 ft?" asked a chorus
of voices.
"Can vou name an animal that has
eyes that can not see; logs, ami can
not walk, but < an 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
thtlr inability to solve the riddle.
"The answer." said the funny man.
“Is a wooden horse. It has eyes and
can not see, and logs 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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them to join the family circle the night
you serve
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“THE GATES OF SILENCE” * By META SIMMINS * AUTHOR OF “HUSHED UP”
TOD AY ’S INST ALLMENT.
More than once, in the weariness of
■the hours that followed. .lack Rimington
I found himself wishing dully that he was
back in the prison cel) at Bilmouth. The
obsession of flight had fallen from him.
(Touching 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 heavj 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, th('
price that Is set on the convict’s head.
•*l must have been mad," he told him
self. "mad to have put my head into such
a noose.” Yet in his lieart he knew that
it was madness which, given the same
chance and the same odds tomorrow, he
would have been powerless to resist.
Ho 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 grass
and chewing it. but it was dry hay be
neath the rime of the frost.
Sleep came over him resistlesfcly; 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 tilings 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
• d 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
'he dews terror beating his brow
So crouching and dozing and starting
i 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
pi son 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
I from the intense cold and find food
Warmth and food these were now the
'• imp* native 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,
i it bad been drawing nearer It burst on
'him suddenly . seen at a surprising near -
' ness now that he had mounted the ris
: mg ground at the top of which he saw
I ’he white glimmer of a gale, the un< ur-
I rained window of a cotage. red lighted by
(the lamp and play of flames within
'flu sight stirred Rimingt<»n's blond,
-o’ bis f«‘»ble pulses h flutter His steps
i'.uckened into a stealthy run He had
• a what the hour was • • . Imag-
”ed ■? early evening, and it seemed a
I ) "»sih|e chant e that the cottage might
I In- emplx its tenan' not yet returned
ti -m ihv \illufct oi tht field Am he
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neared the building he saw’ that It stood.
I 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
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.
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
i 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
1 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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mountain and lake resort* 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
fare* and with long return limits and will be glad to give you full infor
mation. Following are the round trip fares from Atlanta to *ome
of the principal resorts:
CHAUTAUQUA LAKE PTSS34.3O NIAGARA FALLSS3S.BS
DENVER 47.30 PUT IN BAY 28.00
DETROIT 30.00 PETOSKEY 36.55
DULUTH- 48.00 SALT LAKE CITY 60.30
MACKINAC ISLAND 38.65 TORONTO 38.20
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the attractive way north
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and branded at the first glance, even in
i that uncertain light.
i “Madam.” he said, “for heaven’s sake,
do not scream or cry out. I whatever I
* look—can not barm you. I implore you
i 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.
1 “If you will give me food—let me thow
' the ice out of my bones —you can do with
me afterward w’hat 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
I cry of terror, as quickly suppressed, broke
I from her lips, for, with a sudden, al-
• mojt 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 resistlessly
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
By Nell Brinkley
he had swung her hack, staring up a
him with wide eyes, the glow of the lire
light making a golden aureole of her hair
Then: “What are you—what do yo
mean?” The words were scarcely whis
pered; but the man looking down int
her eyes that held no recognition hear
them, low-breathed as they were. Th
fact that she failed to recognize hit
either by voice or look for the momen
outweighed the surprise of her presenc
there in that isolated cottage on th
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
possible—it isn't possible!”
For the moment she stood looking a
this wreck of a man before her, gaun
and wolfish-looking, with the shaven hea
and the motley of a clown, and a sac
that was channeled with deep lines o
pain. Then, as though recollecting her
self by an effort, she drew him with he
inside the shelter of the kitchen and
closing the door behind her, shot th
heavy bolt in place and drew the shut
ters across the w’indow before she turnei
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 .voting 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,l thought I wouldn't just to
see what he would -ay. Now, he
got real angry over it. and after I
had told him of the letter in your
column, he saitL if he didn’t respect
me he wouldn't call to see me. Now,
I like him very much and 1 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 mv folks approve of him.
DOTTY D.
You like each other; your parents
approve. Then why not an engage
ment? That wqiuld give him and op
po: tunity 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:
1 am eighteen and in love with
a man of twenty-one. I love him
and he loves me. Do you think we
a l l engaged, or not until the ring
is on the finger? W. L.
You are engaged when he asks you
tn marry him, and .vou accept. The
ring is only 'a symbol, and is not nec
essary. There have been many happy
engagi im nts and marriages w ithout it
But if the man has the true knightly
spirit, he will get a ring and get it
promptly.
MRS. SCOTTS
SUFFERING OVER
Doctors Advised An Opera
tion. Mow 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 " x
was no help for me
unless I went to the
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resort wrote to you
for special advice
and I told you just
what I suffered with
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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 tc
health, and everywhere I go I recom
mend it to suffering women.” Mrs.
Lizzie Scott, Buckner, Mo.
If you want special advice write tc
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be opened, read and answered by a
woman and held in strict