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“The Gates of
Silence”
By META SIMMINS.
Author of "Huxhed Up"
TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
No answer no movement. If this was
Hot death It was a semblance more ter
rible than death itself
With a cry Hetty 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 this, 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 be still in hiding in that inner
room 0 Surely that was not possible, since
the 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, threata—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 sound of their going
grew more faint, coming 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 bad
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 ha would be
out in the open tinder cover, perhaps,
before they had exhausted even the slight
hiding place the cottage afforded
The food and drink and warmth more
than thia, 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 to 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
protection against the perishing cold
With the desperation of hope. Riming
ton stumbled through the darkness, in
what direction he hardly knew, and. as
he wont, 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 waft for capture; and to run on. a
black blot against the whiteness of the
frost-powdered ground, that was madness. ;
too
They had sighted him was it possible
never till that moment? He heard the
shrilling of the whistles, heard the words
of command to halt and surrender, and
still he ran blindly now He heard the
air behind him cut with the stinging
message of a bullet, and still he ran; a
second short whizzed past him, and a
third -
• That had not failed of its mark. It
struck him sharply He stumbled stag
gered on fell He heard the noise of
voices growing louder, the tramp of feet,
and tlien darkness closed his senses and
the world of pain and fear was blotted
sut.
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 But presently the movements
about him the rough touch of the or
derly. words that took a long lime to
filter through t<\ his consclouness and
recollection- rushed in over him recol
lection and despair
Shot In trying to escape, dragged back
in Ignominy to the prison after freedom
of forty-eight hours forty eight hours
that had meant special work, special
anxiety and special hardships for every
one of the prison officials What would '
the punishment meted out tn him for this
be? The official punishment the unoffi
cial punishment of his captors, each of
whom would now owe him a personal
rgrudge?
He had enough experience of the of
ficers to realize that if prison life bru
talized their charges it also, to a cer
tain extent, brutalized them, and it re
quires ven little taste of an absolute
• utocracy to < . velop the Hrant in a
man
He turned his face to the wall and
•ursed th- 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,
treating him. as the did the chaplain
with unveiled suspicion, hastened to as
sure him of that Nor were others in
authority less read) to show him Uta’ l.e
had forfeited all claim to consideration
An escape so determ.ned so nearlx s
cessful—the irony of the phrase bit in t<>
Rimlngton's sou! was an otTem-e not
lightly to be condoned The g.-vt-rt r
had already suffered something ■ Oie
pangs of losing the XSOO tint would line
been forfeited by the - tcc.-sst„l
and regarded him with t. lenient
From no quarter div Hfmlngt . fa I
h-ar of the bitter petialtx . must be
exjiected to pay
To Be Continued in Next Issue
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The great Napoleon, tn reap. us. to
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reaches middle ug. in .ompie:.- pie.-,
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The Grafter Copyright 1912, National News Association * By Nell Brinkley IM |
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Another very common case of jri-aft ami very well known to young Romeos rtml big- Sister Juliets, goes on in almost every decent household with a prettv girl
ami a persistent wee brother in it. It’s most familiar phase uttered by the passionately pleading li ps of a hopelessly crooked young man.
Here s a new quarter, Apple-eheeks. it you II see how slow you can go around the corner and hack!”
I—I; |tt finer 3 I - " 111 cksl nel • • • • ’!ht If idotc s Aged Suitor Q,cills Just After She Has
v ti i ptnung a r msoanci May , iard . Whom she Can Nnl Forgive
B\ VIRGINIA TERHI'NE
VAN DE WATER.
BEATRICE MINOR sat nt her writ
ing table, brows knit and lips
compressed. This yyas the day 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
waste basket, gave evidence that it is
not easy for a woman to write a cer
tain kind of letter.
Even now Beatrice hesitated at sev
ering all relations with the man whom
site had found charruing, but the mem
ory of his bleared eyes and flushed,
drunken face, wearing the expression
she had seen too often on Tom May
nard's countenance, moved her slc.k
eninrfly and turned doubt into deter
mination
At last the letter was finished. She
read it over carefully :
"My Pear Mr. Maynard I regret that
it will be impossible for mo to see you
this evening. My plans are unsettled
and necessitate my asking you not to
call hereafter without previous an
nouncement. Very truly yours.
BEATRICE MINOR."
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 him.
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 themanfrank
ily the cause of her displeasure, the
i next she was regretting, again her bet
i ter Judgment, that she had been so
| peremptory and final in breaking off
I their friendship
The Telephone Interrupts.
And while she thus pondered, the tel
| ephone, as often before, sounded ab
jruptly ai ross her musings.
"Hello!"" she replied hastily.
i "Is Mrs. Minor in’" asked a familiar
> voice. It was Robert Maynard.
I Eor a moment Beatrice hesitated.
Writing .1 letter of dismissal was one
thing; breaking with a man like May
iia'd by word of mouth was quite an
’other
'This IS Mrs Minor's maid, sir." she
I replied In an assumed voice, and as
I Steadily as she could. "Mrs. Minor is
I not at home at i r< sent.”
"Thank you I'll try to cad up later,!'
ish ■ ; t‘ . mas.-u in< tones
it ith a trembling hand, Beatrice re
turned the receiver to Its hook and
wetit back to h>-r drawing room, glanc
■ |!ng guiltily at the kit. het. door ns she
llm -• d it w< im. rm« unvaeitv if the
it" rt.an" had hoard her i r.-y a>> ..t i<m
When Jack hi, I J.. Hh earns home to
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"You look kind of unhappy," remark
ed the child.
At the 5 o’clock tea time Mr. Blanch
ard came in.
"I ran in for Just a few minutes," he
announced, "to see if you are quite well
again today. You looked very bad last
night."
"I am entirely well." smiled Beatrice,
"and somewhat ashamed of myself for
my last night’s weakness. Won't you
sit down and hate a cup of tea with
me
"I'm afraid I 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. I hope,"
turning suddenly grave, "that those
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The following conversation was re
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room:
Marker- Would you like a game. sir.
with that gentleman over there?
Regu.a- Customer—Well, what kind
of a game does he play ?
Marker—Rotten game, sir
Regular t’ustomer —All right. What
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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 shtop at all, an' there's
no lasht train I"
"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 bls sleep."
"‘How do you mean""
"1 mean that each of his meals be
gins when he gets up In the morning
and ends when he goes to bed.”
A somewhat formal visitor asked a
little girl.
"How are you, my dear?"
"Very well, thank you," replied the
little girl.
Now." continued the visitor, “you
i should ask me how 1 am."
: But 1 don't want to know," was the
[unexpected reply
"Do you bc'ii-ve that we eye sm <■
lour tea bent when w< ate children,
i asked Bam -of the genial philosoph
ies," -aid the genin' philosophy'.
I "I know a barbel in this town who a"
I the Hg. of ten was the mo-t disagree
j.H. . int;. shayot vo.i -yer saw. and
,* way** miju-d up in km.; <»f a ba ’
\ rr.*n < a.tins on I * hiiUhei to
ft.. , mnM whu if h*»
pvwoj .j ik»- to have h -addk .<f mutton
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boisterous men at the table near us
last night did not shock you, for"
But Beatrice 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 get from this room?”
To divert her caller from the un
pleasant subject she accompalned him
to the window. He 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 fine 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 his 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 do—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—l'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.
"I might have 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 Mary
brought in two just before you arrived."
"I was wondering," acknowledged
Helen, seating herself in an easy chair,
"if I might not meet Uncle Henry here.
1 He w as coming up to this part of town |
I with a note I asked him to deliver, and j
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Beatrice felt her friend's sharp eyes
upon her face, but she answered light
ly. "1 don't think,” she added, reflec
tively. “that M.. 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, “I
could have gone through the floor with
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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 heal'd what
you said while he was out in the hall?"
I don t care whether he did or not,"
replied Beatrice, calmly. "Every w'ord
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.
"I 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 her seemingly rabid view's
of the man who had. of late, occupied
much of her waking thoughts.
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The Wavward
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 jts 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 I feel more khan 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 year 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 poor
father for my child. He says if 1 re
fuse to marry him he will remain my
friend, providing 1 marry no one else.
"No. 3is the man I love He likes
me only as a friend, and I could not
marry him because of his youth, even
if he wanted me to.
"But I would be willing to give up
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 carefully as if they were pump
kins on the market.
No. 1 is a good, honest, upright bus
iness man; loves the mother and also
loves the child. Yet si/e passes him by.
f e 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 thoygh she refuses to marry
him, "providing she marries no one
else.” Knowing this selfishness, she
enters his name among those whom
she is considering!
No. 3 is too young for 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.
My advice would be that she take
No. 1 and thank a kind Providence for
sending such a man.
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