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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZME’PAOrE “The Gates of Silence” By META SIMMINS. Author of “Huthed 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 pot away or was he still in hiding in that inner room? Surely that was not possible, since the sounds that r»me to her ears still told her that the very furniture was being smashed and broken, as though tn 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, 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 w-arder? 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 tliat moment of freedom in Betty e room, when he found himself there by the window open almost to the ground, and had dropped through it and discovered ths I inconceivable—that the cottage was not surrounded, that the chief warder’s whis- ] He bad 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 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 ail. 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. His speed Increased, but the ground was I becoming difficult. More than once he stumbled, and saved himself from a fall I only by staggering sprawl that lost him time and breath lessened the space be tween him and those that followed, whose lootsteps sounded nearer now No hope of reaching cover, since to j take cover here would be but to sit down i t.nd watt 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 ne\er till that moment? !!<■ 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; u aecrmd short whizzed past him, and a third That had not. failed of Its mark. It •truck him sharply He stumbled—stag gered 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 snd fear was blot led jut. Back In Jail. M hen 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 time to Alter through to his consclouness and recollection rushed In over him recol lection’ srd despair Shot in trying to escape, dragged back in ignominy to rhe prison nf’er 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 /grudge? 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 ft re quires very little taste of an absolute autocracy to develop the tyrant in a man He turned his face to the wall and •ursed the fat* 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 tn authority less ready to show him that lie had forfeited all claim to consideration An escape so determined so nearly su. cessful—the irony of the phrase l it Into Rimington’a soul was ar. often -e not 1 lightly to be condoned The g. ”. < r 11 ,, r hud already suffered something ~f 0,. t.angs of losing the £SOO that woul.l hate been forfeited In the successful vscup.- I and regarded him with no let.lent eye I From no quarter did Rimington tail hear of the bitter penalty I , must be expected to pay To Be Continued in Next Issue Napoleon's Ideal Woman The great Napoleon, in response t.J a question once asked by a lady, r< plied: "My ideal woman la not the] beautiful society belle or the butte fly of fashion, but the matron wh > reaches middle ag<- in complete pus ervation of health, with stalwart chil dren bx her side " Thousands of middle aged American women todax owe their health t - Lvi ia E Pinkham* Vegetable Com- P'-und -lu.’. ..T'-us r-mi'lv f--r female, tile wre’s i, ; <- tar rled mor.- rumen X »af<>y ti-••< > u«r> ’I - n ’urai .ng* ~f | Bb W |F —— The Grafter T Py Brinkley v ••JSBEgjSL t , JT I MU aJFI W v r SOK* V ■ ,MM '( Z'' ' r ■ - ’.- ’I. Another very common fuse of or.tfi anti very well known ft. 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 erooked young man. Here s a new quarter. Apple-cheeks, if you 11 see how slow you can go around the corner and back!” By VIRGINIA TERHUNE VAN DE WATER. Beatrice minor sat at her writ ing table, brows knit and lips compressed. This was the day on which Robert Maynard had promised to call, and she wns 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 she had found charming, but the mem ory of his bleared eyes and flushed, drunken face, wearing the expression she had seen too often on Torn May nard's countenance, moved her slck eningly and turned doubt it: o deter mination. At last the letter was finished. She read it over carefully: "My Dear Mr. Maynard 1 regret that it will be 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 MINI >R." 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 ehe 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 at rose her musings. "Hello!” she replied hastily. Is Mrs Minor in?" asked a familiar voice, it was Robert Maynard. I'm a moment Beatrice hesitated. W rltlng 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 us she could. 'Mrs. Minor is I not c ■ l.oim at | resent.” I Thank you 111 try to call up later,” said tht masculine tones U ith a trembling hand, Beatrice re turned the receiver to its hook and I went ba. k to her drawing room, gianc- I Ing guiltily at the kitchen door ns she iwrum' ti.ui heard her preva iu at bm. U heli la* k and Jean came home to >“« 'he 100 ifter a gras. look ini" ' met .ers . xes with a Ithilda t• ■ > tils, t-rnmenf Vren't you ‘ erm ■ . I. : ■. h. at, , ,n |it '•** if ’ u ' bright ij. it i> do tou * 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 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 have 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 on 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. with that gentleman over there? Regular Customer —Well, what kind of a game does he play? Marker—Rotten game, sir. Regular Customer —All right. What points ought I to give him” Marker—Belter play even. sir. y 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 sbtarts at twelve; the ex press doesn't shtop 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 tn 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, "yon should ask me how I am." But I don't want to know," was the! unexpected reply Do you believe that wt < vet s >ov our real bent when we are children asked Blinks of the genial phi osopht r • "I know a barber in this town who at the ng, of ten was the most disagree- I ab» till, shaver you • ver saw, and 1 ,i. way a mixed up in sunn kind of a bad scrape " y man calling on his butehei to otder « Hirirtiu for dtnnei was asked If he | I would Ike to have a saddb of mutton yy In said h. would It not be bet- ■' ”■ ■'' • ■ I" id'., , . I snoiild :. n I | ’nit, eland a better chance ut «et-| 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 accompained 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 he’ad. "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 gueid’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 1 might not meet 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 Be Yourt In Ten Days 4 —— Nadi no I a CREAM > The Complexion Beautifier , Used and Endxnea By Thouiands ■ 'i NAI)I N(t I. A banishes tan, sallowness, freckles, pimple’, liver spots, etc. Extreme cases twenty days. Rids pores and tissues of impurities, leases the skin clear, soft, healthy. Directions and guarani" in package Ry toilet counters or mail Two sue-, 50 cents and $1 00 . MtluAXI roil.tr COMPANY. Paru, l*nn T/ie 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. “1 don’t think,” she added, reflec tively, “that Mr. May.nard 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 I Calgary, Alberta, Canada. In one year 4,472 hours of bright ; sunshine are possible: during 191 n the actual total was 1,300; during 1911, 1.547 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. ■■■■■■■■■■■■Ml Low Summer Excursion Rates CINCINNATI, SI 9.50 LOUISVILLE, SIB.OO CHICAGO. - 530.00 , KNOXVILLE - $7.90 Tickets on Sale Daily, Good to October 31st, Returning Citv Ticket Off ice, 4 Peachtree I * r 11<|< w W k 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 i 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 Creosote, Road Binder, iwe-nv Metal Preservative Paints, DELIVERY Roofing Paint and Shingle Stain. Atlanta Gas Light Co. Phone 4945 WASHINGTON SEMINARY ATLANTA, GA G ’rOl’\PS nt’4?- C <? tree l road ’ juSt Ansley Park ‘prlva B cy l oft I h e G ? 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SOUTHERN COLLEGE OF PHARMACY ir* B nei nt’and 'equ^Sment* g *.j •»'' I I *mtn<t fr "ur gi i mate ’J > ’ fI ”. three laboratories «n.» t. < • ..tai, . * (dd:. 11 begins October 1»> I ————— A. 0. FREEMAN, Sec., 31 Luckie St., Atlanta, r-, - » The Wav ward •/ 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. ? i- 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 haying 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 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: 1 inclose 50 cents in stamps for a box of Tetterlne. I have poison oak on me again, and Tetterlne 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. »••