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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!" i W i®J3 IKz Spaghetti Night is Guest Night 'Y’OU cannot show your friends more A 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- 5c and 10c a package. Write for free book of recipes. Maull Bros., St. Louis, Mo. “The Way of a Man With a Maid” ! N . ■ I''*- r T T /-v. ‘ -J® —— ‘ " A: ■ WEP Mu, _ rs - < 1 111a T' ! i ) r~ — ■am 1 o'* fc-jwi-xVifii li’fk/ i = Wl M - ' ~y. 1; I.W- WL ■ «i, ...J ' " ' eV--. —z" _ A" ~ * " v -- - - ’’ —- 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” 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 Copxr ght 1.112, National Xews Association 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 I j- \'\ Z> ‘ JSU»M 1 £/.***. :^f'. ■ •-nbiM- ’ • ' Vacation Days ggEjSfcSß* ■*" are here. Plan now where to go and let us help you. The 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 MAMMOTH CAVE 17 40 WAUKESHA 33.70 the attractive way north CITY TICKET OFFICE 4 Peachtree Street phones ! 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. 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, bodv 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. P.renti urged to vi.it .nd compare the Schoo! with the belt ip Amerlci, COL J. C WOODWARD, A. M.. PfCS. WASHINGTON SEMINARY ATLANTA, GA umVrvi?s ? \ T K?> X r7r I ??'i>Fv?-< ltr< ’ e ro . a, ‘- Jl,st bcv °n' l Ansley Park P, ' rk: -><l inndscaped. B ’ m''*!’■ of I'" most beautiful homes Hrt ? n » h JntftM 11 I"i school construction in lighting i ent flat tun. loating wttli open-ait (lass rooms, gymnasiums aiuiito* riiim. etc I ennis courts Hn«l other oui«ltK»r gain s DEPAItTMEXTS Kindergarten, mlmar. mlc. .■,.liege pr.moratory, domes- Mt” Ul ‘■'O'ure. luato x ...... iitMi *“ AC w “ st iia ' h,r - PROTKCTIOX Sp. tai police officer at 2 10 and 1 10 to protect students get ting <>n and off . ars 1 K CATALUGL'E and vt< u on request, th rt\ fifth w,, l,.gm s Kepi etn ber U. LLEWIiI.IA.X I' ,AXI> ! MMA 11 isCUTT. Principals. 1 buna v GIL i 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 hospital for an oper ation. I w T as 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 A J 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 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 Lydia E. Pinkham Medicine Co. (confi dential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman and held in strict