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THE GEOaQIAMS MAGAZINE PAGE “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 Napoleon's Ideal Woman The great Napoleon, tn reap. us. to a question once asked by a iv i. plied. "My Ideal woman in not the beautiful society belle or th, buttei fly of fashion, but the tnn't-e reaches middle ug. in .ompie:.- pie.-, ervatton of health, with at,. -art <ir<-n b> her side" Thousands of middle-aged Am. ; ■ women toda.x <.«<■ th. > hea-'h L\ ia I Pinkhams Vegoiahh l ■■ >■ pound, thfzi .. mous remedy fop fen.,...- • - • ' r - , . ■ eaf»B through th. natural ranges ■ het :,f. than ,n- .ti < i ■ , r»s known If j ; *.il pt J you to try it ; - ... 1 The Grafter Copyright 1912, National News Association * By Nell Brinkley IM | -- . II 1 : W- W _ -- - 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 ' ■ 4 IS •' I ‘ . b«' i!; i J t;» I» ’ A !’< •ft ? ~i f i ' l ' ' ' K i V 4 "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 Up-to-Date Jokes The following conversation was re cently overheard in a public billiard 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 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 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 'A - hi ttilt I - i . 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 A Beautiful Complexion ' sxblNoix NADINQIT.A banishes tan, sallowness, freckles, pimples, liver spots, etc. Extreme cases twenty days Rids pores and tissues of impurities, leaves the skin clear, soft, health) Directions and guaranirr ir package By toilet counters or mail Two Bines, 50 rents and SIOO, j NATIONAL roiUlT CUNT AM. Twu. he w’as 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. "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 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 1910 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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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. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought sXurToi TETTERINE FOR POISON OAK J. T. Shuptrine, Savannah, Ga. Dear Sir: I inclose 50 cents in stamps for a box of Tetterine. I have poison oak on me again, and Tetterine Is all that ever has cured it. Please hurry it on to yours respectfully, M. E. HAMLETT. Montalba, Tex., May 21, 1908. Tetterine 50c, at your druggist, or by mall from manufacturers. The Shuptrine Company, Savannah, Ga. •••