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THE MAGAZMEL PAGE “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. Napoleon’s Ideal Woman The great Napoleon, in response to a question once asked by a lady, re plied "My ideal woman la not the beautiful society belle or the butter fly of fashion, but the matron who reaches middle age in complete pres ervation of health, with stalwart chil dren by her side." Thousands of middle-aged American women today owe their health to Lyd ia E. Pinkhams Vegetable Com pound, that famous remedy for female ills which has carried more women i safely through the natural changes of l.r lib than any other remedy the not Id has ever known If you are ill It will pay you to try - i<- The Grafter Copyright 1912, National News Association * By Nell Brinkley I Sir 1 : ■ Wlc MH > JrfeOMr f > W ? , ~JL _ft v •WW 4 < |. - vw tT} - 7 ■ m. ' A.'- A rs> —OkASL £--C 1, j lH llSiiiLAi - - - - -- 9 , 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 ' \Vh>. ' mhid h» . “would It not he * 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 ' A Beautiful Complexion May He Yeuri In Ten Dayi Mr . Nadina I a CREAM i. zi—uJy.' 9 The complexion 7 lieautifier ' "*/?•?■* • Died and Endoriea '< By Thmuandt NA DINO I. A banishes tan, sallowness, freckles, pimples, liver spots, etc. Extreme cases twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of impurities, leaves the skin clear, soft, 'healthy. Directions and guarantee in package By toilet counters or mail Iwo alm, M < ents and SLOP nation a l re/ii.r.T crjMfANr. r«.u. tm> //if irzf/otf'.f Aged Suitor Calin Just After She Has Dismissed Maynard, Whom She Can Not Forgive 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 taken by Mr. Henry Cross, of Exton, Rutland, for the purpose of bringing home the body of his son. who died at Calgary. Alberta. Canada. In one year 4,472 hours of bright sunshine are possible; during 1010 the actual total was 1,300; during 1911, 1.847 hours. Within a period of 50 years the pop ulation of the United States has in creased 330 per cent. France's fatest train is the one run ning from Paris to Busigny. a distance of 112 miles, in 112 minutes. 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BENIPICT, M. D„ Athens, Ga. SOUTHERN COLLEGE OF PHARMACY ; lar|»c I’harmac) School South Drug lore tn the college Kr»«« book, mv I I . ’2O book I.m'X’ nee building and . qutf.tnen'. three laboratories I (Demand for <~, exceeala supply fell Session begins October let I ■Write for cetslugue I l - yv B FRttMAh, b«c .«1 Luckie at., Atlanta, Qa. i 1 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. CASTOR IA Tor Infanta and Children. The Kind You Han Always Bought Baars ths /Tr S/U' . 21 ** 84<aatare of TETTERINE FOR POISON OAK J. T. Shuptrlno. Savannah, Ga. 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