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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” By META BIMMINB. 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 With 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 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. lack had got away er was he still In hiding In that Inner ’wim’ Surely that was not possible, since vne 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 sound of their going grew more faint, corning less distinctly, winnowed by distance, did the wonder obtrude itself in Betty's, mind, triumph ing e'en over distress and pity and ap prehension What was the conclusion of that broken sentence Deborah Rlmlngton bad flung across the kitchen to the warder"’ What was that alienee It was Impossible to keep that silence, alas, that row -seemed sealed Inviolate forever. Running running through the dark- I bees. 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 bad called the men off. and that now once again a bold dash and he would he cut in the open under cover, perhaps, before they had exhausted oven the slight hiding place the cottage afforded The food and drink and warmth more than thia, the unexpected Joy of Betty's ijiresenr-e then, so amazing and Incredible that even now it was like, the passing of ■ dream had put new life into him. now Courage. Hr had caught up a cloak from the bed—a great circular cloak that Betty had brought with her to protect her ■ gainst the changeable climate of the moorland It would not completely cover! him— -unhappllv. those grotesque stock ings would still be visible, but at least he would rot he an instant target for all I 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 went, heard distantly the view-halloa of the pursuers. Hla speed increased, hut the ground was becoming difficult More than once lie ■tumbled, 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 to take cover here would be but to sit down ■nd wait for capture: and to run on. a black blot against the whiteness of the frost-powdered ground, tha* was madness too , They had sighted him was It possible , never till that moment .' He heard the shrilling of the whistles, heard the words f of command to hall and surrender, and < still he ran blindly now He heard the , Sir behind him cut with the stinging message of a bullet, and still he ran: a F second short whined past him. and a < third That had not failed of Its mark It •truck him sharply. lie stumbled stag- 1 gered on—fell. He heard the noise of t Voices growing louder, the tramp of feet. •nd then darkness closed his senses and the world of pain and fear was blotted 1 cut , Back In Jail. When Rlmlngton recovered consclotas ness he found himself lying In the prison ' Infirmary, sick and faint his body, as it ' ■'•emed. a living pain. For some time he I lay there, hardly realising what had hap- < pened But presently the movements t ■ bout him— the rough touch of the or derly, words that took a long time to filter through to his consciouness 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 bad meant special work, special , anxiety and special hardships for every one of the prison official-- What would the punishment meted out to him for this ■he" The official punishment the unoffl- ’ cla! punishment of his captors each of I whom would now owe him a personal I grudge- ’ I He had enough experience of the of- , 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 1 •tian. He turned hla face to the wall and - • •ursed the fate that had sent the bullet -wide of the fatal mark But the wound, though it had success- 1 fully winged him. was only a superficial 1 one. The doctor, friendly no longer. ' treating him. as the did the cl aplaln. ■with unveiled suspicion, hastened to as- Bure him of that Nor were others m ' authority less ready to show him that he t bad forfeited all claim to consideration An escape so determined so nearly suc cessful —the irony of the phrase bit into Rimlngton's soul au offense not , lightly to be condoned The governot i had already suffered something f >he pangs of losing the x'SUO that w- uhl have been forfeited by the successful e-ca|.e. I . and regarded him with no lenient •i ,- From no quarter did Rlmlngton fail •• i hear of the bitter penalty i•• must be expected to pay To Be Continued in Next Issue. I Napoleon's Ideal Woman The great Napoleon, In respoi to a question once asked by a lady re plied: "My ideal woman In not he beautiful society belle or tha butt< fly of fashion, but the matron « teaches middle age in complete pres ••ryatlon of health, with ktahvart chi! Oren by het »ide.” Thousands of middle-aged American women today owe tholr health to Lyd ia E. Pinkham's Vegetable Com- ' pound, that famous remedy for female ills which has carried more women , safely through the natural changes of! her life than any nthet remedy Hu world has evej- known If you are 111 It will par to try It- i # The Grafter •t Coprrlth. MU, NX,one *,»■ q—V, on > gy {Bflflkley ‘"-A -r- I 1 ••- - *,/..[ -X ——— —— w % 4 t-i V « ~f ■/ ZX X X Cr > r . y •- -— — - 'Xt— - a Anol In r ven conimo|i cnse of graft and very well known to young Romeos and big Sister Juliets, goes on in almost every decent household with a pretty girl and a persistent wee brother in it. It's most familiar phase uttered by the passionately pleading lips of a hopelessly crooked young man. Hires a new quarter, Apple-cheeks, if you’ll see how slow you can go around the corner and back!” B\ VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER. BEATRICE MINOR sat at her writ ing table, brows knit anti lips compressed. This was 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 thnt It Is not oast for < woman to write a cer t iin kind of tetter. Even now Beatrice hesitated nt sev ering al! relations with the man whom she hud found charTning. hut the mem ory of fils bleared eyes and flushed, drunken face, wearing the expression she had seen too often on Tom May nard's countenance, moved her sick- | eningly and turned doubt into deter mination. At last the letter wns finished. She read it over carefully; "Mj Pear Mr. Maynard I regret that it will lie impossible for me 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 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, ns often before, sounded ab ruptly across her musings. Hello!" she replied hastily. Is Mrs. Minor in?" asked a familiar voice. It was Robert Maynurd. For a moment Beatrice hesitated. Writing a letter of dismissal was one tiling, breaking with a man like May nard by word of mouth was quite an other I his 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- I'll try to call up later." said tile masculine tones. With a trembling hand, Beatrice re turned the receiver to Its hook and went ba< k to her drawing room, glanc ing guiltily at the kitchen dom ns site pas-ed It, wonderin" uneasily if th, e iianl had heard her preva rt, aiion "'lien .lack and .Iran came home to ptmTaon tile hoy after a grave look - u "f bel s ex. s asked w till a 'chide k,-,m dis. eminent x en't vou I well, mmhei *' ' < ertain ■» . r. . >, . i f;.. ,t co, f..r. ing h'Ts, : t. .-n , might Why <l» you i“ ,k - deurr Hunting a Husband "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 w ell 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 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 mo 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 j Up-to-Date Jokes ' ' The following conversation was rt- • cently overheard in a public billiard room: Marker—Would you like a game. sir. ' with that gentleman over there? 1 Regular Customer —Well, what kind ’ of a game does he play? ' Marker —Rotten game. sir. Regular Customer —All right. What 1 points ought I to give him’ 1 Marker -Better play even, sir. A volunteer, who had been a railway ( porter before th'e South African war, | on his return resumed his duties, and , on being asked one May by a traveler if he noticed any changes since he left, , replied: j “Sure, an' <>i do. sorr. The ellven train now shtarts at twelve; the ex- | press doesn't shtop at ail. an' there's no lasht train!" 1 "The boy has evidently been eating 1 too much between meals," said the doc tor. _ ( "Nonsense!" replied the boy's father; i I "a boy can't eat in his sleep." i "How do you mean?” "I mean that each of his meals be gins when he gets up In the morning I and ends wlien he goes to bed." A somewhat formal visitor asked a I little girl. “How are you. my dear?” V*-\ well, thank .vou," replied th*- I iitt’e gh “Now." continued the visitor, *‘)ou[ should ask me how I am." ■ But 1 don’t want to know," whs th* I utiuxpei It <■ i ep’y. “Do you believe that we eve- shto our rea bent when we are children“ | asked Hiinks of the genial philosopher i l "Yes,’ slid the genial philosopher. | "1 know a barber in this town who at the hid of ten was the mo?: disagree- ! fab)*- Utt-* shaver you eve? saw. an i j a \\ay> io \. J up in som< kind <»f a bad ' scrape " \ man calling on his butcher to ordei ' s*»m-thing for dinnf- was asked if h<*, i I would ike tn have a saddle - f mutton ’ Wh'J saej hi ‘no fd h n»t b» bet ' ‘ t.v to have a bridle as 1 should then | «» ■. t.i .n‘\ ’Hand a better chance of ■ I tn g a bit tn my mouth?** I boisterous men at the table near us last night did not shock you, for” But Beatrice interrupted him brusquely. “No,” she answered quiok 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 accompained him to the window. He leaned out and looked up and down the street and. at sight of a familial' figure approaching along the pavement below him, he hastily drew in his I:t:xd. “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 i c aused 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 wajk down—l'd rather, really. Good-bye. my dear, good-bye!” Beatrice looked after the scuttling 1 form in perplexed amazement. A mo ment later when the elevator left at her door Helen Robbins, she was 1 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- i 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. He was coming up to this part of town with a note 1 asked him to deliver, and A Beautiful Complexion May Be Yours In Ten Days Nii di no la CREAM st The Complexion Beautifier ' Mr- l * Used and Endorsee By Thousands NADINO I. A banishes tan, sallowness, j freckles, pimples, liver spots, etc. Extreme cases twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of impurities, leases the skin clear, soft, healths. Directions and guarantee ir package By toilet counters or mail Two sizes, 50 cents and SI.OO. I bACIOfIAI TOltrr CO.WM.Vf. Z.ru. Fwus Ihe Widow's Aged Suitor Calls 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 wigh 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 njake 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 ar 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 y ears 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. Low Summer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, $19.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO, - $30.00 KNOXVILLE L S7JO Tickets en Sale Daily, Good io October 31 si, Returning City Ticket Office,! Peachtree • 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. "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 views of the man who had, of late, occupied much of her waking thoughts. FOR SALE Roofing Pitch, Coal Tar, IMMEDIATE I Creosote, Road Binder, npi Metal Preservative Paints, DELIVERY Roofing Paint and Shingle Stain. - Atlanta Gas Light Co. Phone 4945 ii ■■ ■ WASHINGTON SEMINARY ATLANTA, GA NEW LOCATION-1374 Peachtree road, just beyond Anslev Park GROUNDS AND BUILDINGS; private park; beautifully shaded and landscaped affording privacj- of the eountrv. u lanascapea. BUILDINGS- Boarding department (limited), one of the most beautiful homes in the entire city New Academic building a model of school c<m«trurtinn in lighting, ventilation, heating, with open-air class rooms, gymnasfiPms aidßo” num. etc Tennis courts and other outdoor games. ’ u DEPARTMENTS—Kindergarten, primary, academic, college preparatory domes, tic science, physical culture, piano, pipe organ, voice, violin art ei’nriseinn METHODS—SmaII classes, last year 235 pupils and 18 teachers allowing "one teacher for every 13 pupils. “ 1 e ACCESSIBILITY—Three car lines, Pea. htree, West Peachtree and Buckhead lines: 20 minutes from center of city. nucaneaa PROTECTION—SpeciaI police officer at 2:30 and 1:30 to protect students si ting on and off cars. CATALOGUE and views on request; thirty-fifth year begins September 12 LLEWELLYN I>. AND EMMA B. SCOTT, Principals. Ihone Ivy ti 47. i uniiuiiiw for a lucrative position. Send for catalog to Dean S. C. BENIDICT, M. D„ Athens' Ga. "" ' ■' < SOUTHERN COLLEGE OF PHARMACY I.a test Pharmacy School South Drug store in th< . ■ lletro i.-,. I Ing 420 book expenses Large new build.ng .M .•.pilpnnr, tf.'teriM Demand for our graduates > x eeds suppl (.'an se.s-:.m begin. .Jdu, ' Write (or catalogue Address ,ln " 1 ’ ber I,t ■ W. B. FREEMAN. Sec.. 81 Lur.kie St Ati» n «s r-- - 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 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 I feel 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 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 I re fuse to marry him he will remain my friend, providing I marry no one else. “No. 3 is 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 she passes him by. * e wayward heart of a woman is re sponsible for many fine matrimonial bargains that are left for some otht r 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 onp 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 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 ..ak on me again, and Tetterine is all that ever has cured it. Please hurry it on to vours respectfully, M. E. HAMLETT. Montalba, Tex., May 21, 1908. Tetterine 50c, at your druggist, or by mail from manufacturers. The Shuptrine Company, Savannah. Ga. •••