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THE GEORGIAN’S MAGAZINE PAGE “The Gates of Silence” By Meta Stmmtns, Author of “Hushed Up" TODAY’S INSTALLMENT. PART 11. ’'Confound the brute!" He looked down at his hand. The scratch hurt and was beginning to swell and an ugly little yellow ridge was rising ominously. No doubt the beast's claws were poisoned— the wound would fester perhaps he might lose his hand. He sucked the scratch and cursed the cat again. What the deuce was keeping Jex —was there anywhere tn this place where he could wash his hand? He glanced toward the door leading to the staircase, com municating with the upper part—he felt a distaste that was more than reluc tance to go upstairs. Ho had not been there since the day of his wife's death the day that had given him back his freedom. Much good his freedom had done him! His thoughts ran in a bitter vein this afternoon. Betty Lumsden—all his plans seemed, if not to be actually miscarrying, to be haltipg Inexplicably. Rimfngton in prison, safe, barred and silenced for twenty years, seemed for the present at least, as effective a barrier as Rlmington young and rich and free. Betjy was such a fool—she had given her promise. It was true, but there was a woeful lack of flavor in a marriage of barter. “Hang the brute!" Really, his hand was beginning to pain him abominably. It was detestable, but there was no help for It. He must go upstairs With his lips pressed against his hand he went up the stairs, mount ing them slowly. Ghostly memories came out to meet him as he pushed open the door at the top of the stairs and looked in. The in definable oder that had clung about Jenny—a fragrance that had never left her even In her illness, that even now had power to conjure, up the past, that rose leaf past of the first days of their marriage still hung faintly in the air. The bed was made as though ready for occupation. Her hair brushes and little toilet trinkets, dainty trifles of tortoise shell and gold he had given her. tricked out 'he dressing table Saxe drew back with something like a shiver. What a sentimental old idiot Jex was! He opened another door that of the old man’s own bed room this time, apparently There were signs of his occupation -huddled clothes, a medley of queer things, pros pective stock, apparently, and In the cor ner what Saxo sought a hand wash stand. He policed out water into the old blue basin and bathed his injured hand. The water cooled and soothed it. As he wiped it gently he saw that some of Its angry redness had abated. Caught! He stood looking about the room with e half amused curiosity as he dried his hand. What a queer old cuss Jex was! His thoughts snapped suddenly. His wandering eyes had encountered some thing that stood on a table by the Iron bed a box of dark wood curiously bound with brass, an oddly familiar looking box his own. he would swear to that- that he had thought secure beyond all ques tion in the locked safe at the safe de posit in Chancery where so many other precious and dangerous things were buried under a name that no one but him self knew under a combination of let ters to which no one but himself had the clew. Paul Saxe's face was not good to see as he crossed the room and examined the box by the bed Yes. it was the same -there in the midst of one of the brass arabesques were his w-ife's initials- -he remembered how he had got the shopmen In the queer old Parlsf shop to scratch them there when he had bought it. dur ing the heyday of his infatuation for her. And she- how was it she had retained possession of it all this time? He could have sworn he had sent it with the other things. Could it be possible that he had been guilty of an act of such gross care lessness? Reads of sweat started to his brown If Jex had been tampering with that box! Was this the explanation of his new atti tude of slightly-veiled insolence! He laid frenzied hands on the box. A sound, the veriest whisper of a sound, yet enough to make him raise his head sharply, and as he did so. to look into the dull barrel of a revolver covering him. Samuel Jex had returned. He stood in the doorway, a slight, bent figure, his pale face full of exultant mal ice. "Ah. Mr. Paul Saxe, sir!” he cried, and his soft voice was splendid in its irony “Mr. Paul Saxe—thief! So I've caught you at the very game.'' He leaned there against the jamb of the door, the revolver held out unwavering tn his hand, long-fingered and delicate as that of a woman, pouring out a stream of vile abuse, under which Saxe flinched, but which, for the moment, he dare not resent. He tried to bluff. Put down that thing you are holding." he said. "You look such a fool, standing SUBSTITUTOR Fined At Soda Fountain gffilllWjß I SOLO r|r ■. :*'«&■' J I e ®ce B e n guilty be for an d Wash I t'* J I "’alted milk- *? Se,, >ng a r Justic e of th ' I \ j Jar! Vfe' of’ / Wand % Ma ' ted ii een b '-w n dd^ / '§SSHesS?> MSsxj£-/ Ijh •ww.toox'*- (0 / ' on °f the subst ? r anot her with 3 ' tut ‘°g one / malted -"S u ; not «C / — Oreg9 * ' Sfatect Insist on the Original "Horiick’s" “Others are Imitation-«” there with a gun. You would not dare to shoot—even if you knew how. which you don't, my good Jex.” “Oh. yes. 1 can shoot straight enough. Mr. Saxe.” Jex said He had dropped the redundant “sir.” but there was still that inflection of Ironic respect in his voice. “Straight enough. I assure you: only that is a pleasure I must deny myself. The police are coming, and I mustn’t inter fere with the due course of the law.” The Game Up. “The police! What do you mean?” Saxe’s insolence was superb, but he passed the tip of his tongue over his dry lips. He knew well enough what he meant. The game was up; the colossal carelessness which had overlooked this brass-bound box and its contents had done him in at last. He saw ruin star ing him in the face. Once the police be gan. where would they end? All the ugly secrets of Tempest street would come out his connection with the mutdered man. the trade they had shared. Perhaps—who knew? —they might even connect him with the murder. The skin under Saxe s hair pricked. All the gay insouciance of his manner was gone: over the golden-hued skin the ugly pallor of fear lay like a mask of gray painty “Do I need to be more explicit M. Des chanel? The English police have a sum mary method of dealing with blackmail. It is not one of those professionals which commend themselves to the English imag ination.” Just for a moment his malice got the better of him. his arm wavered a little, his weapon lowered. Saxe, vigilant and agile as a cat, saw his chance. With a sudden lunge forward he had caught the weapon and the hand that held it in a grip that was like a vise. “I’ll do for you!” he cried. “You treacherous cur of an informer! I’ll make you curse the day that you were born.” For the moment Jex. slight and fragile, in no physical sense a match for the man who stood over him with the living Are of hatred in his eyes, was absolutely’ at a disadvantage: then suddenly, unexpected ly. he kicked out. Taken utterly by sur prise, Saxe's grip relaxed. There was a report, a cry hoarse and ugly like that of a wounded beast, and Paul Saxe lurched and stumbled and fell face forward by the side of the round table by the bed. Jex stood looking down at him. his face white and terror-stricken. What had he done? With fingers that trembled he thrust the revolver under Pau] Saxe’s outfiung hand; then, on an almost unconscious impulse, seeing that dusk had fallen on the room, he struck a match and lighted the oil lamp that stood on the table above the dead man. The police must have light to guide them when they came. He drew the blind up to the top and left the bed room door wide open: then, cautiously and stealthily, as though hidden eyes and ears watched and listened, he crept down the stairs and out into the desert ed street. The signboard of the Toby’ Jug rat tled and swung in the rising wind as the little figure came down the street — a quaint figure with pigtails flying and long legs on which the ungartered black stockings hung disconsolately like writh ing snakes, necessitating frequent and irritated clutches on the part of their wearer to prevent them descending alto gether. At the door of the shop the child stopped and looked up at the swaying sign with eyes of ecstatic welcome. "Looking fit to bust ’isself as usual, bless ’im.” she said; then, opening the shop door, cautiously she went in. No one came out of the parlor at the sound of the tinkling bell, but on the threshold of the shop the gray cat met her with agitated metvings and upraised tail. There was a slight haze in the air, and an acrid smell as of singed wool. Bess raised her head and sniffed dis tastefully. “Somefink’s on fire. I don’t fink,” she said. Then, raising her voice, she called: “Grandad! Grandad!” There was no answer, and a little tremor shook the child. She was tired and on the verge of tears as it was. Since early morning she had not tasted food. The journey from Sussex had cost every penny of the carefully hoarded pocket money her grandfarther had sent her from time to time. For Bess had fulfilled her threat—she had run away from the “gentlewoman’' who had. for a consideration, consented to mold her future after her own model, back to the beloved shop in the West minster slum and the old man and the cat that, so far as she was capable of affection, she loved. “Wot’s ’appenod?” the child said, with a little catch in her breadth. “Oh, my lor', wot’s ’appened?” She stepped to the foot of the stairs and looked up. There was a great blaze of light and the smell of burning had increased With a choking little cry she ran upstairs. To Be Continued in Next issue. Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites Olive Oil as an Aid to the Pretty Girl By MARJORIE BONNER. SINCE you asked me what my secret of beauty is. I will tell you frank ly, if I have one —it is olive oil. I use olive oil instead of cream and tonics: it takes the place of food; it has saved me doctors’ bills and many a beauty treatment, and 1 think it is a panacea for all the ills that the thin girl is heir to. To begin with, it was prescribed to me by a doctor when I was afraid that I would fade away if I got any thinner, and I have used it for every kind of ailment, from falling hair to hangnails I buy it by the can. and take it re ligiously after each meal, usually on lettuce, as 1 don't really like the taste of it pure. A few leaves of lettuce, fresh and crisp, two tablespoonfuls of olive oil. and just a dash of lemon juice, to take away the insipid taste, and there you have my formula for a good complexion. There really isn’t anything better, for this diet will clear the skin and bring color back into the cheeks, provided, of course, one sticks to it. But you have to do that to accomplish anything, and with the olive oil treatment you want to keep on indefinitely. I use olive oil on my neck to fill out the hollows in the pepper and salt boxes, and it has worked as well as any fattening cream. I don’t know why it is. but the skin absorbs olive oil so easily, and it seems to be able to take up so nyueh more oil than cream, and. of course, that is the way to nourish the skin and to build up flesh. Some time ago I began to worry about my arms, which were getting very thin. I tried the olive oil treat ment on them, with such excellent re sults that a lot of other girls followed my example, and used the olive oil to make the arms plump. What To Do. The treatment is like this: Before going to bed, scrub the arms thoroughly with a stiff brush and soap and water. Rinse them off carefully and dry them just a little, enough to take the drops of water off while still leaving them moist. Now rub on your oil. and keep rubbing until the skin has absorbed all that it possibly will retain. Wipe off whatever remains, and mas sage the arms with as much force as you can use, rubbing them upward, grasping the arm with the hand and wringing it at the same time. Os course, you must keep this up every night for quite a while, but it really will do the work.and no one need go about with forearms like drum sticks. I use olive oil instead of nail salve, and find it works like a charm. Every I day when I am doing my nails 1 dip the fingers In olive oil to soften the cuticle, and 1 leave the oil on as long Up-to-Date Jokes One morning old Mr. Bell was indus triously plying his hammer on a wood en contrivance under the kitchen win dow in the back yard, when a neighbor called to inquire after his wife, who had been ill for some time The old chap's reply, however, was drowned by some one in the house coughing very loudly. "Poor dear! I s'pose that’s 'er cough in’ ain’t it?" cried the sympathetic old lady. "Na. na. ma woman." replied the aged tailor, surveying his handiwork proud ly; “it ain’t a coffin. It's a en coop " The try-plane, making a twelve-hour journey from London to Hongkong, had got into difficulties among the stars. Something apparently was wrong with the engine, for the customary speed of the airship had suddenly and consider ably slackened. “Good heavens!’’ cried the skipper. “We shall be half a second late! Wiia; makes her go so slow?" “Why, sir," replied the engineer, "we’re passin’ through the Milky Way an' the propeller's full o’ butter.” The famous criminal lawyer had won a shockingly bad case by eloquence and trickery, and a rival lawyer said to.him, bitterly: "Is there any case so low, so foul, so vilely crooked and shameful that you'd refuse it?” “Well. I don't know,” the other an swered, with a smile. "What have you been doing now ?" Elderly Gentleman—Now, then, you naughty boy. I’ll have you locked up! You know you’re not allowed to smoke. You'll never live to grow up to be a man like me if you do that! Promising Youthlet —If I'm goin' tei 'ave whiskers and a face like yours. I don’t want to grow up. guv’ner! Grandfather (enthusiastically) T say. Willie, don't you want to go thtough a toy shop with me this after noon and see all the pretty things?" Twentieth Century Child lindiffer ently)—"l'm willing to. grandfather, it you will get any pleasure out of it.” <>1(1 Gent—Gentle disposition! He wants to bite the head off every dog he meets. I’ve been swindled Fancier —You didn't ought to keep dogs at all, mister. The animals you i ought to keep with your temperatment I is silkworms. The time will come." thundered a -uffiagist orator, "when women will get la man’s wages!" "Yes." sadly muttered a man on the | rear seat, "next Saturday night!” "Has his family got a skeleton in its Joset "I don't know about what they've got 'n the closet, but they've got one in a ■ *JEr \ x, \ r ' * . ® * 1 Us I \ W ®? W // L MARJORIE BONNER. (One of the Ziegfeld beauties in “A Winsome Widow" company.) as I can. In winter time, when the skin is very dry. 1 rub the oil on at night, at the same time that I am working on my arms, ami I find that my finger nails have grown much stronger from this treatment. I believe that if your finger nails are brittle and break off easily you could readily cure them of that tendency by rubbing them with olive oil, which must nourish the nail just as It does the rest of the body. If you feat your fingers this was and then press back the cuticle you ought neve)' to have hang nails at all, and your hands should always be | smooth, soft and white. ; Using Perfumes. Some people object to the smell of ■ the olive oil. but that can be changed by adding a little perfume In the o’l form,, oil of lavender for instance, or oil of lemon vetbena. which I like best of all. You can get these oils at any drug store, and an ounce will scent a gallon of olive oil. Os course, if you prefer, mix in a little of your favorite perfum c I instead. Olive oil Is so good for the hair that, if you use it constantly, you won't need any other tonic, and your hair will be as bright and shiny as if it had been brilliantined and polished. I have a very dry skin naturally, anil my scalp is inclined to be dry. too. Be fore I shampoo my hair, I simply sat urate my whole scalp with perfumed oil, rubbing It well into the hair, and then brushing it down to the roots of the hair. I let. it stay in 24 hours If possible, and then wash it out with tincture of green soap. For ordinary use, 1 take Just a sow drops of oil. rub them into the scalp, and then brush it w ith a per fectly clean brush until it is glossy. When my hair is done up. I have a . piece of velvet which I rub over it. as if it w ere a brush, and this gives an excellent luster and sheen. I think there nothing so pretty as glossy hair, no matter what color it is. ami this olQ’e oil treatment will keep the hair shiny, if one brushes it well every night and shampoos it once in two weeks. 1 have another use f<> olive oil. which fbw people have ever tried. Oil will I - Nadine Face Powder ( In Green Boxes Only. ) Makes the Complexion Beautiful ® Soft and Velvety It is Pure, Harmless Money Baek if Biol Entirely Heated. The sott, velvety appearance re mains until pow der is washed off. Puri her! by a new process. Prevents lunburn and return of discolorations. The increasing popularity is wonderful. White, Flesh, Pink, Brunette. By toilet counters or mail. Price 50 cents. NATIONAL TOILET COMPANY. Parlt. Tm* FRECKLES New Drug That Quickly Removes These Homely Spots. There's no longer the slightest need of feeling ashamed of your freckles, as a new drug, othine double strength, has been discovered ’hat positively removes these homelj’ spots. Simply got one ounce of othine double strength, from Jacobs' Pharmacy, and apply a little of it at night, and in the morning you will see that even the worst freckles hate begun to disappear, while the lighter ones have vanished entirely. It is seldom that more than an ounce is needed to completely clear the skin and gain a beautiful clear complexion. Be sure to ask for the double strength othine, as this is sold under guarantee of money back if it fails to remove freck le*. keep the feet in splendid condition and make the skin so nice and soft that corns and callouses will never be al lowed io form. But, when all is .-aid and done. I think that 1 get the best results from the oil taken with my food. 1 wonder wily it is that we. don't cook more with oil, and use so much lard or butter in stead. Italian cooking is delicious, and they use quantities of oil, which gives their food a delightful taste, never found when laid or ordinary butter is used. And, goodness knows, mo-t cook ing butter is ordinary. It oughtn't be called butter at all! Olive oil. taken internally or rubbed on the skin, is very good for creaking joints—and you know that young girls have creaking joints and worry about them a great deal more than the aged do. Sometimes if you should hear a row of gil ls bending their knees it’s al most like a lot of little firecrackers go ing off. This happens? especially in winter time. I don't know why. but It does, and olive oil Is the cure for that. too. My beauty' treatment is not very ro mantic, 1 am afraid, but I am sure that it is one of the best, and in a small can of pure olive oil you have the cure for all kinds of troubles. &. S 'IE MfSH A IR II t i h rJI \t 4 ts I "Fl 'rail IN this sunshiny, spotless wrapping room the fresh loaves of Rogers Bread are wrap ped before being sent out to the waiting de livery wagons. Fai'h loaf has its individual wrapper of imported Norwegian fiber. The dust of streets and stores, the hands of clerks and delivery boys, never touch your loaf of Rogers. It is as sweet and clean as when it left the oven. Jos. Rogers Co. 57 Highland Ave. //you’ll come out to the Rogers Bakery some day and go through the various departments you'll he readily convinced that Rogers Bread is the bread to ask your grocer for. By Massengale Every Day a Beginning e "There are those who want to get away from all their past, who. if they Could, would begin all over again. Their life seems one long failure. But you must learn, you must let God teach you. that the only way to get rid of your past is to get a future out of it.” —Phillips Brooks. IDO not believe that any one takes the past more tragically than those who have had very little of it. As we grow older we. glow more philosophical, and the mistakes of the past become lights by which we avoid mistakes of the future. It Is when we are still young that we regard a mistake as fatal, and particu larly do I believe that this is character istic of young girls. They offend and lose a friend. Thenceforth, they think they are doomed to go through life friendless. They save a little money, perhaps, and lose it. Never, they believe, will they be able to save any more. They have a sorrow: they can’t see a day so far ahead that contains its jov. They lose a lover. Straightway they picture themselves going down the slope of life alone and unloved. Youth, which has so much to hope for, also takes its disappointments so grievously to heart that hope Is soon est exhausted? They have not learned to label every failure, every disappointment, every grievance as an EXPERIENCE. That they must learn. They must know that the loss of a friend, the per fidy of a lover and al! the disappoint ments of material gain are so many valuable lessons, without w hich the fu ture would be more hopeless. The girl who mourns for a day that is lost as if it were a life that is ended is not an extraordinary creature. If the simile Is better understood, let us put Youth in a swing. It swings to the extent of the rope, first this way and then that way. It is when the swinging is nearing the end and we "let the old cat die” that the one in the swing no longer swings to the extreme. It is when Youth has fled and the years have come that one is never hope lessly sad nor uncontrollably gay . Phillips Brooks must have been thinking of unhappy youth when he said that the only way to get rid of a past is to make a future out of it. The older realize it, and value every disillusion and disappointment. The younger have yet to learn it, and the CASTOR IA For Ihfantg and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought Baars the s/tf/T. ... ** Signature oi By Beatrice Fairfax sooner they learn it the sooner they begin making a useful future out of what seems now in the exaggeration of youth to be an accumulation of failures and mistaken. It is something to have known, even, that a lover proved not pure gold, but merely gilded; it prevents a pouring out of love on a worthless object a second time. There is always in the heart of a girl who has had such an experience a re serve fund, and a man has to prove himself worthy before it is expended on him. A CHANGE OF LUCK. Tim—“Sarer Smith (you know 'er— Bill’s missusl. she throwed herself hors the end uv the wharf last night.’’ Tom —"Ors the end uv the wharf? Poor Sarer!” Tim An’ a cop fished 'er hout again." Tom—" Poor Bill!" Such Extraordinarily Beautiful Hair Would make any woman hand some! Haven't you said it? But tvhy not about your own hair? is your hair beginning to fade, showing a few white threads, losing vigor? 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