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“The Gates of Silence”
7?v Meta Simmins, Author of “Hushed Up"
TOD A Y ’S INST ALLME X T.
PART 11.
•’Confound the brute!" He looked down
at his hand The scratch hurt and was
beginning to swell and an ugly little
yellow rhigc was rising ominously. No
doubt the beast’s claw- were poisoned—
the wound would fester perhaps he might
lose his band He sucked the scratch
and cursed the cat again
What the deuce was keeping Jex was
there an> where In this place where he
could wash his hand 0 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 He had not been
there since the day of his wife’s death
the dav 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 halting inexplicably. Rlmington 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. Betty was
•uch a fool she had given her promise,
ft was true, but there was a woeful lack
es flavor In a marriage of barter
’’Hang the brute!"
Really, his hand was beginning to pain
him abomlnabh It was detestable, but
there was no help for It He must gn
upstairs With his lips pressed against
his hand he went up the stairs, mount
ing them slowly.
GhoMly memories came out to meet
him as he pushed open the door at the
top of the stairs and looked In. The In
definable odor 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 rs though ready for
occupation Her hair brushes and little
toilet trinkets, dainty trifles of tortoise
ahell and gold he had given her. tricked
out the dressing table Saxe drew back
with something like a shiver. What a
sentimental eld idiot Jex was' He opened
ano’her donr that nf 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 Saxe sought a hand wash
stand
He poured out water into the old blue
basin Rnd 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
a half amused curiosity ns be dried his
hand. What a queer old cuss Jex wa-s!
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 I
with brass, an oddly familiar looking box
his own, he would swear to that -that
he had thought secure beyond all ques
tlon in the locked safe at the safe do- .
pnslt in Chancery where so many ■
other precious and dangerous things were ;
buried under a name that no one but him 1
self knew, under a combination of let- i
tors to which no one but himself had the i
clew
Pau! Saxe’s face was not good to see
as he crnsßed 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 wife’s initials—ha
remembered how he had got the shopmen
in the queer old Paris 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? Hr could
have sworn he had sent It with the other
things Could It be possible that he had
been guHty of an act of such gross care
lesgneaef
Beads 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 wound, the veriest whisper of r 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
hhi 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 iamb of the
door, the revolver held out unwavering in
his hand, long-fingered and delicate as
that of a woman, pouring out a stream of
Adie 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
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there with a gun. You would not dare
to shoot even If you knew how, which
> ou don’t, my good Jex."
”Oh, yes. I 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. 1 assure you: only that
Is a pleasure 1 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. Oncq the police be
gan. where would they end? All the ugly
secrets of Tempest street would come out
his connection with the murdered man,
the trade they had shared. Perhaps who
knew? they might even connect him
with the murder.
The skin under Saxo’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
paint.
"Do I need to be more explicit M Des
rhapel? 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 Utile,
bis weapon lowered« Saxe, vigilant and
agile as a eat. 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 our of an informer? I’ll make
you curse the day that you w r ere born.”
For the moment Jex, slight and fragile,
in no physical sense a match for the man
who stood over him with the living fire
of hatred in his ey?s, 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 boast, and Paul Saxe lurched
ami stumbled and fell face forward by the
side of the round table by the bed.
Jex stood looking down at him, his
fare white ami terror-stricken.
What had he done?
With fingers that trembled he thrust
the revolver under Paul Saxe’s outflung
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 tn guide
them when they camo. 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 ami listened, he crept
flown 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 wrlth
. ing snakes, necessitating frequent and
’ irritated clutches on the part of their
i 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 ’lm,” 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 mewings and upraised
tall. There was a slight haze in the
air, and an acrid smell hs of singed wool.
Bess raised her head and sniffed dis
tastefully.
"Somofink’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 her every penny of the carefully
hoarded pocket money her grandfather
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 ‘appened?” the child said, with
a little catch in her breadth. "Oh, my
lor’, wot a ’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 1 will tell yon frank
ly, if I have one—lt 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 I think it is a
panacea for all the ills that the thin
Kiri is heir to.
To begin with, it was prescribed to
me by a doctor when I was afraid tlfat
I would fade away if I got £ny thinner,
and I have used it for every kind of
aliment, from falling hair to hangnails.
I buy It by the can, and take it re
ligiously after each meal, us iallj on
lettuce, as I 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 flood 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.
1 use ojlve 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 much more oil
than cream, and, of course, that is the
way to nourish the skip and to build up
flesh.
Some time ago 1 began to worry
I 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 bod, 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 ft 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.
I and find it works like a charm. Every
day when 1 am doing my nails I dip
the fingers in olive oil to soften the
! cuticle, and I 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
1 had been ill for some time
The old chap’s reply, however, was
drowned by some one in tile 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
1 tailor, surveying his handiwork proud
' ly; "it ain't a coffin. It's a cii coop."
The trvplane, making a twelve-hour
Journey from Bondon to Hongkong, had
. got Into difficulties among the stars.
I 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! What
makes her go so stow?"
, "Why, sir.” replied the engineer,
"we're passin’ through the Milky Way.
an' the propeller's full o' butter.”
I ————
> The famous criminal lawyer had won
I a shockingly bad case by eloquence and
“ trickery, and a rival lawyer said to him.
bitterly:
"Is there any ease so low, so foul, so
• vilely crooked and shameful that you'd
refuse it ?"
"Well. 1 don't know," the other an
swered. with a smile. “What have you i
been doing now?"
Elderly Gentleman Now. then, you j
naughtv bov. I'll have vou locked up! I
You know you're not allowed to smoke j
You’ll never live to glow 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. 1
don’t want to grow up. guv’ner!
Grandfather (enthusiastically)- "I
say. Willie, don't you want to go '
through a toy shop with me this after- !
noon itnd see all the pretty things?"
Twentieth Century Child (indiffer
ently) "I'm willing to, grandfather, ll |
you will get any pleasure out of it."
Old Gent Gentle disposition! He!
wants to bite rhe head off every dog lie I
meets. I've been swindled.
Eancler You didn't ought to keep i
’ dogs at all, mister. The animals you I
ought to keep with your temporalment >
: is silkworms.
"The time will come.” thundered a
! suffragist orator, "when women will get
I a man's wages!"
"Yes," sadlj muttered a man on the
ie,ir seat, next S.lturda) night!"
Has itis family got a skeleton in its
loset?"
“I don't know about wiiat they've got
in the closet, but they've got one in a
1 hobble skirt."
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MARJORIE BONNER.
(One of the Ziegfeld beauties in "A Winsome Widow” company.)
as I can. In winter time, when the skin
Is very dry, I rub the oil on at night,
at the same time that I am working
on my arms, an<| I find that my’ finger
nails have grown much stronger from
this treatment. 1
I believe that if your finger nails are
brittle and break off easily you could
teadlly 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 treat your fingers this was
ami then press back the cuticle you
ought never 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, hut that can be changed
by adding a little perfume In the oil
form, oil of lavender for instance, or oil
of lemon verbena, 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. (if course, if you prefer,
mix In a little of your favorite perfume
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 a.<- if it had been
brilliantined and polished.
I have a very dry skin naturally, and
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 ii.io 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, I take
just a few drops of oil. rub them into
tlie scalp, and then brush it with 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 were a brush, and this gives an
excellent luster and sheen.
I think there is nothing so pretty as
glossy hair, no matter what color It is,
am! this olive oil treatment will keep!
the hair shiny, if one brushes it well
every night and shampoos it once In
two weeks.
I have another use for olive oil. which
few people have ever tried. Oil Wil!
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There’s no longer the slightest need of
t feeling • ashamed of your freckles, as a
j new drug, othine double strength, has
been discovered *hat j osi Ively removes
these homely spots.
Simply got one ounce of othine double
strength, from Jacobs’ Pharmacy, and
apply a little of it at night, and in the
morning x ou will see that even the worst
freckles have 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 tn ask for the double strength
othine. as this Is sold under guarantee
of money back if it fails to remove freck
les.
keep the feet in splendid condition and
make the skin so nice and soft that
corns and callouses will never be al
lowed to form.
But, when all is said and done, I
‘hlnk that I get the best results from
the oil taken with my food. I wonder
why 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 lard or ordinary butter Is
used. And, goodness knows, most 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 girls bending their knees it's al
most like a lot of little firecrackers go
ing off.
This happens l especially In winter
time. I don't know 1 why, but it does,
and olive oil is the cure for that, too.
My beauty treatment is not very ro
mantic, I 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.
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fresh loaves of Rogers Bread are wrap
ped before being sent out to the waiting de
livery wagons.
Each loaf has its individual wrapper of imported
Norwegian fiber. The dust of streets and si ores, 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.
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If you'll come out to the Rogers Bakery some day and go through
the carious departments you ll be readily convinced that Rogers
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By NTassongalr
Every Day a Beginning
By Beatrice Fairfax
"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 I
Brooks. i
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 grow more
philosophical, and the mistakes of the
past become lights by which we avoid
mistakes of the future.
ft 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. 1
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 joy.
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 all the disappoint
ments of material gain are so many
valuable lessons, without which 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
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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 mistakes. t
It is something to have known, even,
that a lover proved not pure gold, but
merely gilded; it pievents 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—“Sarsr Smith (you know ’er—
Bill's missus), 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!”
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