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THE GEORGIAN'S MAGAZINE. PAGE * “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 SUBSTITUTOR Fined At Soda Fountain HR / 's i / ,/ / J"‘ - i" 6 *™ ">'“'r. / *<»arsgai* / '■«"'« / ta, fl tio n of for ano'th ° f subst itut ln deter ' / MALTED MIL*./ LA* rf< ’v^uC/ St ' (ution inj’ i(hout n °nfi°a* / I Shcted IfouMetf! Insist on the Original “Horiick’s” are Imitations’ ’ 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." b . ■ /Jr i m M 11 l ■’ Wo ' wSBr I! W flf '• r - f ' F Si’ / Al 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! —1 Nadine Pace Powder (In Green Boxes Only. ) Makes the Complexion Beautiful '"‘X Soft and Velvety / ** * s ,>ure > / \ Harmless ~ V SjiZ | Miner Back if Aal I Entirely PleaieJ. v~ ' W " / The sort, velvety \ ■■”' «/•* / a PP ea ra ” c « re- \ ‘Mr jle / mains until pow \ •<•<» / der is washed off. VWy Purified by a new — ———' process. Prevents sunburn and return of discolorations. The increasing popularity is wonderful. H7n7r, flesh, Pink, Brunette. By toilet counters or mail. Price 50 cents. NATIONAL TOILET COMPANY. Pari,. Tma, FRECKLES New Drug That Quickly Removes These Homely Spots. 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. ZZZZ x W H -Ld J 1 U- |Ldzlqi p/ 4 ii rT A ' j'R - LIL j H V* 1 ’ h ' 1 nJ Mm • ' 11 » ,/ j '" A ’’ 11-. TN this sunshiny, spotless wrapping room the 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. Jos. Rogers Co. 57 Highland Ave. If you'll come out to the Rogers Bakery some day and go through the carious departments you ll be readily convinced that Rogers Bread is the bread to asfy your grocer for. 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 CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Have Always Bought sjnaireoi 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!” Such Extraordinarily Beautiful Hair Would make any woman hand some! Haven't you said it? But why not about your own hair? Is your hair beginning to fade, showing a few white threads, losing vigor? Why? The hair responds quickly to the proper care and treatment. Robin nair e Hair Dye restores lifeless, faded gray hair to its original beautiful color and healthy condition. It is not a vulgar bleach or artificial coloring. It is a re storative that puts color and life and luster into the hair, and makes it soft and beauti ful. Non-sticky, and does not stain skin or scalp. TRY IT, if you want beau tiful hair. 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