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THE GEORGIAN’S M AGA ZINE PAGE. “The Gates of Silence” By Meta Stmmins, Author of "Hushed Up” TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. Nor was the least bitter the knowledge that for months now—for time that he dared not contemplate—all hope of inter course with the outer world was cut off. , Never to see Betty again, never to hear from her, never to communicate with her -this was worse than death. Unto This Last. Betty Lumsden made up the fire care fully, bent tenderly over the bed where Deborah Rimington lay; the heavy white eyelids were closed and the lashes lay dark on the cheeks that weer like sculp tured stone. Only for that breathing, tong, regular and stertorous, it would have seemed to any one looking at that still figure that this was death. So, with out speech or movement, with only such sign of life as the breathing gave, or a sudden occasional quickening of light in the dull eyes, Mrs. Rimington had lain ever since the night when Jack Riming ton, by one. of those miraculous coin cidences of real life that are so much stranger than fiction, had stumbled on that cottage during his mad bld for free dom. She would sleep for hours now. or at least she would lie with eyes clase shut, and Betty felt herself free to go her own way for a while. Betty drew the door softly behind her and went through the kitchen to the front door of the cottage. She had not been free of the invalid’s bedroom since the morning, save for flying visits to Super intendent William Vogel, at work in the kitchen. William the Silent has been living up to his reputation during these days which had elapsed since Rimington's recapture, but his eyes, so strangely pale and age less, had been full of eloquence. Their irony and amused contempt had pierced through to Betty’s soul. Almost as plain ly as though he had accused her of it she knew fliat he believed her to have engineered her lover's abortive escape, and "bungled it—eh, by faith —as only womenfolk can. ’Tain't your fault the miserable wretch is not cold day." The words spoke from his eyes. But today he had spoken several times and of the subject the girl alwayg felt to be present between them. It was of hfs- words that Betty thought now as she opened the door and looked out on to the face of,the moor. . “They’m caught t'other chap, so it seems. Caught him the day arter. so Tin told thought like as not you know that- trust a female. An’ you’m byway of knowing what they’m like to get for It?" He had made a significant slashing movement in the air with his gnarled right e hand. and in spite of Herself Betty had Shuddered. "Three dozen for Winch —as sure as he m a sinner; and richly he do deserve it. sure that him do.” He had enlarged on the enormity of Winch’s offense—his brutal struggle with the wardens, his mad. determined resist ance in the face of overwhelming odds. “As for t’other” He had broken off with a curious pursing up of his lips, and Betty had been too proud to question him. though she bad been conscious of a sick ening sinking of the heart. "Three dozen." Betty needed no ex planation of those dread words. But it wasn’t possible that Jack—— A little beading of sweat started out on her brow and -upper lip at the thought that ha<l sprung into her mind. She stood there staring out before her w-ith eyes that took in no picture of the moor, stretching ridge on ridge, gray and deso late and mysterious in the lengthening "twilight of the February afternooon. The eternal vision of the iron cell had been replaced by something more ghast ly still —the triangle with its trapped victim, that last surviving instrument of torture this twentieth century knows. Three dozen! Her lips formed the words mechanically. For this other des perado w-ho had made his brutal attack on the warders, yes; rough justice, no doubt, hut justice still. But for Jack It wasn't possible! The wild weather was rolling up over the moor; rain that drove in a gray. THREE YEARS OF MISERY Mrs. Bumside Escaped an Op* eration by Taking Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. Mahoningtown, Pa. “For three years I suffered untold misery every month, 1 MP undergo an operation, but I was advised by my mother to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound and after I had ta ken four bottles I am strong and well. I have got others to take your medicine with the same good results and they can not say enough for it. ” Mrs. J. A. Burn side, Mahoningtown, Pa. Thousands of unsolicited and genuine testimonials like the above prove the ef ficiency of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound. Women who suffer from those distress ing ills should not lose sightof these facts or doubt the ability of Lydia E. Pink ham’s Vegetable Compound to restore their health. If you have the slightest doubt that Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegeta ble Compound will help you, write to Lydia E.Pinkham Medicine Co. (confidential) Lyun, Mass., for ad vice. Your letter will be opened, read and answered by a woman, and held in strict confidence. and had to stay in bed the first two or three days. I also had a displacement and other ailments peculiar to women. I became so weak and run down I could scarcely walk across the floor. “The doctor told me I would never be well unless I would blinding‘sheet. The wind raved furious ly above the murmur of the rain as it whispered over the face of the moor. Rough weather for a dog to be abroad in. yet Betty Lumsden felt she would have given all the world held for her in exchange for the freedom to run out into that rain and hide behind its blind ing veil from this desolate house and the terrors it held for her. The temptation was so strong upon her that, with an effort, she turned back from the door, closed it behind her. and went back to her vigil by the bed of the sleeping woman. Lighting and shading the lamp, she sat down and' forced herself to read until subdued sounds from the kitchen told her that William Vogel had returned from his weekly shopping expedition to the local town. She laid* down her book and went out to him. Vogel’s Return. He was standing by the table taking out his parcels, his dripping garments forming little poools of moisture about his feet on the brick floor. As Betty came out he looked up and favored her with a smile. It almost seemed as though, cross-grained in everything, this man enjoyed the weather that gave the rest of the world just cause to grumble. “I’m most ready for-a cup o’ tay, miss, if you are,” he said, in his characteristic way. It meant quite honestly that he would be glad to make it for her; she knew that. "And I brought you a bit o' reading. Seems dull-like here wf no books save dull trash." From his inner pocket he drew out a folded newspaper and a couple of gaudy colored penny periodicals. He had never before showed her so much consideration, and Betty—the new Betty, who had learned to suspect the world —dreaded the Greeks bearing gifts. She thanked him and took the papers, but she did not look at them. He was disappointed in this— she could see that. More than once she surprised him in a glance of sly curiosity toward her. Only when he was gone she seized the local paper and saw what he had wished her to see. The paragraph stared up at her from the page carefully folded to face the outside. “YELLOW DRESS AND CHAINS FOR CONVICTS. "The two convicts. Ernest Winch and John Rimington, who made a daring dash for liberty from Bllmouth jail a fortnight ago, have been sentenced by the visiting magistrates to punishment diet for 42 days and to wear yellow dress and chains for a period not exceeding six months. “Winch. In addition, has been sentenced to the severest flogging which Bllmouth has known for 20 years. He is to receive 30 lashes of the cut for his murderous at tack on the warder who effected his cap ture.” Betty Lumsden stood staring at the paper like a woman in a dream. The yellow- dress —chains—punishment diet; they were only so many words to her, and yet her imagination leaped to all their hideousness. With a bitter cry, she bent her head on her hands and burst into tears. Not for the man in prison writhing under this new, this unspeakable humil iation, alone did she cry. Her tears flowed for him generously -but she cried for her self also. Leaning her head there against the settle where for a few brief minutes the man she loved had sat and been min istered to by her, she cried with an ach ing longing for all that now, it seemed to her, she never could nave —that happiness that seemed the birthright of every wom an-all that a man’s love has to give, a man's strong arms to encompass. The tears trickled down between her closely interlaced fingers, and In that moment— the bitterest, as it seemed, of all her agony—she knew her heart “poured out like water," dissolved in an agony of long ing for the wonderful, indefinable What- Might-Have-Been of wife and mother — that now. alas! could never be hers. In the inner room the woman on the bed had opened her eyes; her white lips moved freely, and a sound, faint and un certain as the cry of a newly bom infant, issued from them; but the girl in the kitchen, her head buried in her hands, heard nothing. The woman on the bed did not cry out again. She lay with staring eyes up raised to the white roof with its black bisecting rafter, once more very, very still. It was very cold in Jack Rimington's cell. The slate floor and iron walls seemed to give out cold as ice walls and floors might have done, but the man who sat crouched on his stool in the cor ner was hardly aware of the cold, though his teeth chattered and his fingers were numb. He made no effort to move; movement had become a thing of dread to him —every movement, however slight, was accompanied by the clank of the fet ters about his waist that were fastened by riveted rings about. his ankles. He felt something less than human as he sat there, clothed in the uniform of his disgrace, in those garments that were so hideously grotesque that even among this world of grotesquely habited clowns he stood out 'e tlyng of mockery, conspic uous among a thousand. As in a mirror he saw himself, and •only in the big ape house at the zoo had he ever seen a sight more abhorrent than this mental reflection presented to him. His w-izened, furtive, shamed face above the livery of degradation was less than human—he was ashamed to stand up right in this parti-colored livery of dis grace. Who had designed a garment so hideous —the right side of the jacket and the right halves of the breeches drab, the left bright canary, to which the addition of the seven-foot chains adds a subtly hideous note? If Betty could see him now—Betty, who had shrunk from him in non-recognition even before! Crouching there in the dimness, hun gry and cold and full of a dull pain, Rim ington was suddenly aware that his hands were wet with his own tears. Without hope full of an Impotent ha tred for every one about him—the young chaplain with the serene blue eyes and the crisp manner of speech that yet could not, to Rimington's ears, rob his words of the flavor of platitudes; the doctor, with his shrewd glances and caustic tongue; the warders, with their alter nate fits of harshness and a gross hu mor— They were free that was enough cause, if no other existed, for his hatred of them Bending his head on his hands Jack Rimington’prayed not to a merciful provi dence—the clouds were too black about him for that —but to “whatever gods there be” for that death, swift and releasing, that would once and forever set wide the fast-barred Gates of Silence. To Be Continued in Next Issue. S AX B > / ■ GzXr ( & ‘ \ Lx I 41 Iff' ■' Iff A ■ aUt SB 1 \ '.jwsll IF-WiIM i lit ‘Jk I & SFy FShw . < 1 AMbF’ JmkHK' ■■ I I II b.IHB- • / \V If" jlar- // 7 W I Ki x-:’WtWal z <// ■JNi iOMwi W Fill i ILI i |yK iff 1 ' Ji \ii I WWw BIFJkH - in wHrsUMrAw II i < S I Ml U I i hHk, - IN the left is a delightful half-mourning walking suit of thin black cloth, both skirt and coat being trimmed with white whipcord. The broad revers finish with a large button. Do You Know— Oats contain a larger amount of flesh and bom -forming substances than any other cereal. The cocoanut palm is not only valu able as a source of food and drink in tropical countries, but it is also the best of all trees for shade. The supreme court of Leipzig has de cided in the ease of a waitress who was dismissed for flirting with customers that flirting was not criminal, and was necessary for a waitress. The income of Trinity church. New York, last year was $1,000,000. The church is the richest in the world, and is the landlord of working class house property that is assessed at nearly $15,000,000. The largest railway station in the world, so far as area is concerned, is the New York City station of the Pennsylvania Railway Company, which has an area of 28 aires. followed by the Gare St. Lazare, Paris, with 25. and Edinburgh Weverley, with 23. I'’-' m >*■ -WJwW Northern Lakes The lake resorts in the West and , //F ' North are particularly attractive. / > The clear invigorating air added to boating, bathing f/x and fishing will do much to upbuild you physically. I / We have on sale daily round trip tickets at low fares and with long return limits and will be glad to give you full information. Following are the round trip rates from Atlanta to some of the principal resorts: Charlevoix $36.55 Mackinac Island $38.65 Chautauqua Lake Points 34.30 Marquette 46.15 Chicago. 30.00 Milwaukee. 32.00 Detroit - 30.00 Put-in-Bay 28.00 Duluth 48.00 Petoskey 36.55 THE ATTRACTIVE WAY TO ALL THE RESORTS ON THE Great Lakes, Canadian Lakes and in the West IraXTgl CITY TICKET OFFICE 4 Peachtree Street phones ' £|Fm.’„ 7 i oß ß What Dame Fashion Is Offering Some Half-Mourning Suggestions • > iTOpuftukY • flgaMf Tkiie center illustration shows an attractive evening gown in black liberty satin. The tnile is embroidered with pearls in a bold design of- ivy leaves and circles. This embroidery is confined to the skirt, the bodice be ing carried out in plain black tulle satin. Riggs Disease If your teeth are loose anil sensitive, au<l the gums receding and bleeding, you have Riggs Disease, and are in danger of losing all your teeth. 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I’d prefer to pay full fare and retain my own statistics." t * Said Husband: “I’m glad you changed to Rogers’ Bread, Sue, It tastes great.’’ Said Wife: “Glad you like it, dear. It saves me all the bother of baking day and the disappointment when Nancy s’ bread didn’t turn out well. And the doctor says it is just the cleanest, purest and most nourishing bread we can have.” Demand Rogers’ Bread of your grocer. All pure food stores have it. It is best bread. Jos. Rogers Co. 57 Highland Avenue BY MASSENGALE. Little Bobbie’s Pa • By William F. Kirk I * HAT was-a funny thing that I happened the other day.” sed Pa to Ma. "A man xum into tin hallway of this here flat bilding & aslv <1 me if I had any old clothes to sell. I had to look at the poor simp a moment first, sed Pa, to see if he wasn't dangerous or if he was. but as soon as 1 was sure that I hare wasent vary much to be feared from him I started to lass at him.” "What is the matter?" sed Ma. “Ai, you crazy with the beat?” No. sed Pa, I am not crazy with the heat but can you beat it. the idee of a man asking me if 1 have any old clothes. He ought to know that I had old clothes, sed Pa. He cud see them on me. The nerve of him. Pa sed. Have 1 any old clothes. Ha ha. sed Pa. Look at the fringe on these pants. Fringe on pants ain’t any disgrace, sed Ma. Many honest peepul has fringe on pants. Well, sed Pa. 1 will tell you some thing now. The'next man th. t eums along & looks at my suit of clothes & asks me if I have any old clothes to sell is going to get a larrup h his left lamp. That’s the kind of a sport I am. I doant mind beeing called a night owl. sed Pa, or anything like that, but wen anybody cums to my house & asks me if I have any old clothes to sell. 1 am going to the mat with him. Well, sed Ma. now that you have de livered your little monlogue, I want to tell you sumthing differnt. A fiend of mine told me that she was eumtning up here this nite. She is a gurl that makes her own living, now that she has left her husband, sed Ma. I cer tingly admire her tor it. Up-to-Date Jokes “If ye plaze,” said the raw recruit. ‘T’ve got a splinter in my hand." Sergeant—Wot yer been doing?- Stroking yer 'ead? He —My darling, you must be mine. I yearn for you every day. She—That’s all right; but what I want to know is, will you earn for me every day after we are married? • Mrs. Hommer —According to this pa per. boiled cow’s milk is not good for babies. Mr. Mommer —I can see where the paper Is right. A raw cow gives better milk than a boiled one. Very Meek Husband —I just finished writing your speech for the club, Mariah. His wife (not so meek) What’s the subject? Very Meek Man—" The Lady Who Will Strike Her Husband Is No Man.” More sold than all other brands com bined. SAUER’S PURE FLAVORING EXTRACTS. Because they flavor BEST. Ask the housekeeper. Admire her for what? sed Pa. For making her living or leaving her hus band ? I admire her for making her living, sed Ma. She is working for a health nuiga.ze.en. sed Ma, riteing essays about li” Ithful dishes to eel. Here is one ot tile dishes that she told me about. Ma war going to tell Fa. but jest then Missus Blake eaim in. She was the woman that Ma had been talking about wen k’a first cairn boam. Here is Missus Blake now, sed Ma. Toll my husband, after you have took off yure wraps, what is the moast de lishus dish that you ewer cooked. I will tell you, sed Missus Blake. First you laik two eggs & then you laik four or five prunes. Then you broil the prunes & scramble the eggs X- add a dash of cooking sherry & stick a sprig of parsley into the top of the prunes. You are a wise cook, aren't you, sed Pa. He thought Missus Blake was kidding him, & I guess she was at that, beekaus wen Pa asked her what her husband did for a living she sed Oh, he 1 buys old clothes. Poor Pa. I guess he will have to buy a new suit. FEED THE FAMILY BETTER AT LESS COST. Those American housewives who know the high food value and the easy digestibility of Faust Spaghetti often serve this delectable dish. In many homes “Spaghetti Night” is a weekly institution and usually finds s bigger circle around the table than any other night. Get the Faust Spaghetti Book of Recipes and know how many delight ful nays in which this nourishing food can be served. We'll send a copy free. - Faust Spaghetti is equal in tender ness and flavor to the finest imported and it is certain to be clean and fresh. 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