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“The Gates of
Silence”
By META SIMMINS,
Author of “Hushed Up”
TODAY’S INSTALLMENT.
No answer—no movement. If this was
not death It was a semblance more ter
rible than death itself.
a cry Betty started to her feet
A rough hand was on her shoulder; an
gry, unfriendly faces surrounded her.
“This is a woman’s trick. You’ll pay
for thia, the pair o’ you. Where’s he
gone, and what did you give him to go
in" That convict’s rig-out was a blind’’—
She stared stupidly. Jack had got away
or was he still in hiding in that inner
"oom? Surely that was not possible, since
me sounds that came to her ears still
told her that the very furniture was being
smashed and broken, as though in their
anger and chagrin they imagined their
quarry might have taken refuge in a
chair leg or the casing of a bed.
Rough words, threats —a contemptuous
stirring of the prostrate body on the floor
—and then the tramp of departing feet.
Betty Lumsden was left alone with the
woman who was without sign of life, and
yet lived; the woman incapable of move
ment or of speech.
And only as the sou <.f their going
grew more faint, comir.g less distinctly,
winnowed by* distance, did the wonder
obtrude itself in Betty’s mind, triumph
ing even over distress and pity and ap
prehension. What was the conclusion of
that broken sentence Deborah Rimington
had flung across the kitchen to the
warder" What was that silence It was
Impossible to keep that silence, alas; that
now seemed sealed inviolate forever.
Running—running through the dark
ness. The madness of flight had taken
Rimington by the throat once more in that
moment of freedom in Betty’s room, when
he found himself there by the window
# open almost to the ground. and had
dropped through It and discovered the
Inconceivable—that the cottage was not
surrounded. that the chief warder’s whis
tle had called the men off. and that now
once again a bold dash and he would be
out in the open—under cover, perhaps,
before they had exhausted even the slight
hiding place the cottage afforded.
The food and drink and warmth more
than this, the unexpected joy of Betty’s
presence there, so amazing and incredible
that even now it was like the passing of
a dream had put new life into him. new
courage. He had caught up a cloak from
the bed -a great circular cloak that Betty
had brought with her tn protect her
Against the changeable climate of the
moorland. It would not completely’ cover
him—unhappily those grotesque stock-;
ings would still be visible; but at least [
he would not be an instant target for all ;
eyes, and above all. he would have some i
protection against the perishing cold.
With the desperation nf hope. Riming
'• n stumbled through the darkness, in
what direction he hardly knew. and. as
y he went, heard distantly the view-halloa
of the pursuers.
His speed increased, but the ground was
becoming difficult. More than once he
stumbled, and saved himself from a fall
only by staggering sprawl that lost him
time and breath—lessened the space be
tween him and those that followed, whose
footsteps sounded nearer now.
No hope of reaching cover, since io
take cover here would be but to sit down
and wait for capture: and to run on. . '
black blot against the whiteness of the !
frost-powdered ground, that was madness. I
t no. ■' I
They had sighted him was ft' possible
never till that moment” He heard the
shr'lii’ g cf the whistles, heard the words
< r command to halt ami surrender, ami
.'■til! le . .!*i blindly new He heard the
behind him cut with the stinginc
n essag* of a bullet, and still he ran: a
s< cond short whizzed past him. and a
1 hire!-
That had not failed of its mark It ;
Mr- : « , k him sharply. He stumbled stag- ■
g< red on fell He heard the noise of
voices growing louder, the tramp of feet,
and then darkness closed his senses and
the world of pain and fear was blotted
out.
Back in Jail.
When Rimington recovered conscious
ness ,he found himself lying in the prison
Infirmary, sick and faint -his body, as it
seemed, a living pain. For some time he
lay there, hardly realizing what had hap
pened. Rut presently the movements
about him —the tough touch of the or
derly. words that took a long time to
t Iter through to his ccnsriouness and
recollection—rushed in over him-recol
lection and despair.
Shot in try ing to escape, dragged back
in ignominy to the prison after freedom
of forty-eight hours —forty eight hours
that had meant special work, special I
anxiety and special hardships for every 1
one of the prison officials. What would
the punishment meted out to him for this
be? The official punishment—the unoffi
c’a! punishment of his captors, each of
whom would now owe him a personal
grudge?
He had enough experience of the of- i
fleers to realize that if prison life bru
talized • their charges, it also, to a cer
tain extent; brutalized them, and it re
quires very little taste of an absolute
autocracy to develop the tyrant in a
man.
He turned his face tn the wall and
cursed the fate that had sent the bullet
wide of the fatal mark
But the wound, though it had success
fully winged him. was only a superficial
one The doctor; friendly no longer, I
treating him, as the did the chaplain,
with unveiled suspicion, hastened to aa
sure him of that. Nor were others in
authority less ready to show him that he
* had forfeited all claim to consideration.
An escape so determined— bo nearly suc
cessful -the irony of the phrase bit into
Rimington s soul - was an offense not
lightly t » be condoned The governor
had already suffered something of the
pangs of losing the £SOO that would have
been forfeited by the successful escape,
and regarded him with no lenient eye
ITom no qnarter did Rimington fail to
hear of the bitter penalty he rpust be
expected to pay
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
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, Another -er coitntion -ase of grifl anti very well known to young Romeos and big Sister Juliets, goes on in almost every decent household with a pretty girl
• i persistent wee brother in it. It’s most familiar phase uttered by the passionately .pleading lips of a hopelessly crooked young man.
Here’s a new quarter, Apple-cheeks, if you'll see how slow you can go around the corner and back!”
Hunting a Husband
Bv VIRGIXIA TERIU'XE
VAX DE WATER.
BEATRICE MINOR sat at her writ
ing table, brows knit and lips
I ’ compressed. This was the dav on
*
which Robert Maynard had promised to
call, and she was writing to him. can
celling the engagement. A messenger,
waiting in the hall impatiently twirling
a cap between restless hands and a
quantity of torn note paper in the
jWHSf. basket, gate evidence that it is
not easy for a woman to write a cer
tain kind of letter.
Even nov Peatrice hesitated at sev
ering all relations with tile man whom
she had found charming, but the mem
ory of bis bleared eyes and flushed,
drunken face, wearing the expression
she had seen too often on Tom May
nard’s countenance, moved her slck
| eningly and turned doubt into deter-
I mination.
At last the letter was finished. She
read it over cart fully:
"My Dear Mr. Maynard—l regret that
it will be impossible for me to see you
this evening. My plans are unsettled
ami necessitate my asking you not to
call hereafter without previous an
nouncement. Very truly yours,
■BEATRICE MINOR.”
i The writer felt a qualm of uncer
tainty as she handed the missive to the
impatient messenger, a qualm which
had strengthened to doubt by the time
he had slammed the door behind hint.
Having burned her bridges she began,
woman fashion, to torture herself by
dwelling mentally upon the advantages
of the now inaccessible shore. One
minute she reproached herself for her
insincerity in not telling the man frank
ly the cause of her displeasure, the
next she was regretting, again her bet
ter Judgment, that she had been so
peremptory and final in breaking off
their friendship.
The Telephone Interrupts.
And while she thus pondered, the tel
ephone. as often before, sounded ab
ruptly across her musings.
■’Hello!" she replied hastily.
"Is Mrs. Minor in?” asked a familiar
voice. It was Robert Maynard.
Eor a moment Beatrice hesitated.
Writing a letter of dismissal was one
thing; breaking with a man like May
nard by word of mouth was quite an
other.
"This is Mrs. Minor's maid, sir," she
replied in an assumed voice, and as
steadily as she could. "Mrs Minor is
not at home at present."
"Thank you—l’ll try to call up later,"
said the masculine topes.
With a trembling hand, Beatrice re
turned the receiver to Its hook and
went back tn her drawing room, glanc
ing guiltily at the kitchen door as she
passed it, wonderin'* uneasily if the
servant had heard her prevarication
When Jack and Jean came home to
luhcheon the hoy. after a grave look
into his mother's eves asked with a
child's keen discernment: Arent you
well, mother?"
"Certainly." replo-d IJ..ii pe, toning
herself to smile brightlj Wil) do jou
lask, dear?"
You look kind of unhappy,” remark
ed the child.
At the 5 o'clock tea time Mr. Blanch-
• ard came in.
s I ran in for just a few minutes," he
1 announced, "to see if you are quite well
i again today. You looked very bad last
hight."
“I am entirely well.” smiled Beatrice,
"and somewhat ashamed of myself for
my last night’s weakness. Won't you
sit down and have a cup of tea with
■ me ;
"I'm afraid 1 can't,” demurred "Uncle
Henry." sinking, nevertheless, into a
chair and glancing at his watch. "Helen
asked me to leave a note from her at a
house on Riverside Drive, and," laugh
ing slyly, "this was en route. 1 hope,"
turning suddenly grave, "that those
Up-to-Date Jokes
The following conversation was re
cently overheard in a public billiard
room:
Marker —Would you like a game, sir.
w ith that gentleman over there?
Regula' Customer —Well, what kind
of a game does he [day'.’
Marker Rotten game, sir.
Regular Customer —All right. What
points ought I to give him?
Marker —Better play even, sir.
A volunteer, who had been a railway
porter before the South African war,
on his return resumed his duties, and
on being asked one day by a traveler
if he noticed any changes since he left,
. replied:
"Sure, an’ Oi do, sorr. The eliven
. train now shtarts at twelve; the ex
press doesn't jhtop at all, an’ there's
, no lasht train!”
"The boy has evidently been eating
’ too much between meals." said the doc
tor.
"Nonsense!” replied the boy's father;
"a boy can't eat in his sleep.”
"How do you mean?”
"I mean that each of his meals be
gins when he gets up in the morning
and ends when he goes to bed."
■
A Homewhat formal visitor asked a ;
little girl:
"How are you. my dear?"
"Very well, thank you," replied th*
little girl.
"Now." continued the visitor, “you ■
should ask me bow* 1 am."
i "But I don't want to know,” was the
i unexpected reply.
"Do you believe that we eve sb,,
our real bent when w e are children '
asked Blinks of the genial philosopher
"Yes," said the genial philosopher.
"1 know a barber in this town who at
the age of ten was the most disagree
able little shaver you ever saw. and
always mixed up in some kind of a bad
serape
• .
A man t ailing on his butcher to ordri i
MomKhlng for dinner whs asked if he I
i would like to have a saddle of mutton I
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1 . io h'ts« a hridb a- I should thrill
i ■« |iain . siHiid m l»rtic! chance of g« ' I
I ting a bit in my mouth?” I
boisterous men at the table near us
last night did not shock you. for’’
But lies trice interrupted him
brusquely. “No,” she answered quick
ly, "and don't let's talk of them! Have
you seen the lovely view of the Park
I gei from this room?"
To divert her caller from the un
pleasant subject she accompained him
to the window. Hp leaned out and
looked up and down the street and, at ;
sight of a familiar figure approaching
along the pavement below him, he
hastily drew in his head'.
"Yes. It’s real tine up here, isn’t it?"
he agreed hastily. "And.now I must be
going, Mrs. Minor."
Uncle Henry Escapes.
Beatrice had not seen the object that <
caused bls sudden discomfiture and was
somewhat puzzled at her guest's flurry
of uneasiness.
“Oh. stay a little longer, won't you?"
she urged cordially. "The tea-tray is
coming in a minute."
"I wish I might stop longer.” replied ,
Uncle Henry over his shoulder as he
hastened down the hall. "But it's late,
and I've an errand to and I have
to go. No. don't ring for the elevator." ■
he protested as Beatrice made a motion
toward the bell. "I'll walk down —I'd
rather, really. Good-bye, my dear,
good-bye!"
Beatrice looked after the scuttling '
form in perplexed amazement. A mo
ment later when the elevator left at
her ' door Helen Robbins, she was !
somewhat enlightened.
“Oh," she laughed in spite of herself
"1 might huve known you were com
ing!"
“Why?" asked Helen suspiciously, as
she glanced about the drawing room,
and noticed the tea tray, which had
just been brought in, and the two cups
resting upon it.
Beatrice laughed somewhat confus- ‘
edly. "Perhaps," she said, "because |
two cups means company, and Mar. ,
brought in two just before you arrived."
”1 was wondering." acknowledged |
Helen, seating herself in an easy chair. ,
if I might not m«et Uncle Henry here
He was coming up to this part of town
with a note I asked him to deliver, and '
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he was so eager to act as my messen
ger that I thought perhaps he meant to
stop here.”
Beatrice felt her friend's sharp eyes
upon her face, but she answered light
ly "I don’t think," she added, reflec
tively. "that Mr. Maynard has ever
come here to afternoon tea. I wish he
would. Two lumps, dear?” she asked,
with the sugar lumps poised in air
above the cup of steaming tea.
“One, please. Honey,” was the equal
ly indifferent reply.
There was a short silence while the
two women sipped their tea, each se
cretly wondering what the other's
thoughts were at, that particular mo
ment. Then Helen spoke.
"My dear Beatrice." she declared. ”1
could have gone through the floor with
Do You Know—
A St. Louis man who has obtained a
divorce on grounds of cruelty declared,
that his wife's favorite pastime was
putting pepper in his tobacco to make
him sneeze.
A 10,000-mile journey was under
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In one year 4,472 hours of bright
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Within a period of 50 years the pop
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France's fatest train is the one run
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shame and confusion the other after
noon when Robert Maynard walked in
Just as we were talking of him. I did
not even hear the front door open or
close. Do you suppose he heard what
you said while he was out in the hall?"
"I don't care whether he did or not,”
replied Beatrice, calmly. "Every word
I said was true And I’ll tell him so
to his face if he ever speaks to me
about It.”
"You wouldn't do such a thing, would
you?” gasped Helen.
T certainly would!” said the widow,
firmly.
Mrs. Robbins took the last swallow of
tea in her cup. returned the cup to the
table, folded her hands, and. leaning
back in her chair, eyed her friend ju
dicially. And Beatrice knew that once
more she would be expected by her
match-making friend to give an ex
planation of het seemingly rabid views
of the man who had. of late, occupied
much of her waking thoughts
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The Wayward
Heart
By BEATRICE FAIRFAX.
•Why did you love him? Curious
fool! be still—
Is human love the growth of hu
man will?” —Lord Byron.
A WIDOW, whose heart is just as
wayward as if this were her first
sojourn in the Kingdom of Love,
writes:
"I am a young widow, with one child.
I have a nice little home and a good
business, and I also get a small month
ly allowance from my father, which I
am to get as long as I live. I am a
pleasure-loving woman, and, as all my
relatives live far away. I have to de
pend upon men's society for amuse
ment.
"Among my friends are three men
for whom 1 fed more than friendship.
One. of thirty-three, a business man. a
good, honest, upright man, who asks
me to marry him; who loves me and
who loves my child, and would be a
good father to it. I have asked him to
wait a yeat' He says if I don't marry
him this month he will go away.
"No. 2 is a playwright and violin
player. He loves me, but he does not
love children, and would make a poop l
father for my child. He says if I re
fuse to marry him he will remain my J
friend, providing I marry no one etsej
"No 3 Is the man I love. He likesj
me only as a friend, and I could not!
marry him because of his youth. ewen|
If he wanted me to.
"But 1 would be willing to give U]>4
the others and Just be friends with]
him all through life. I am not at all’
good looking ”
Let us look these three candidates!
over as ca’efully as if they were pump- i
kgts on the market.
No. 1 is a good, honest, uptight bus
iness man; loves the mother and also
loves the child. Yet she passes him by.
#.«■ wayward heart of a woman Is re
sponsible for many fine matrimonial'
bargains that are left for some other
woman to find.
No. 2 does not love children. Some
how, this woman loses a little of the
luster of maternity in putting his name
on the list. She also exposes herself
to the suspicion of having little sense.
For he says he will still be friends
with her though she refuses to marry
him, "providing she marries no one
else.” Knowing this selfishness, she
enters his name a neong those whom
she is considering!
No. 3 Is too young tor her to marry.
Then. I contend, he is also too young
for her to love. Such a friendship as
she dreams of with him will be fatal
to her, and I wonder that she con
siders It.
1 My advice would be that she take
1 No. 1 and thank a kind Providence for
■ sending such a man.
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