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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!” Ho looked down
at his hand The scratch hurt and wa
beginning to swell and an ugly little
yellow ridge wa« rising ominously. N"
count tne 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 in this place where ho
could wash his hand? He glanced toward
the door leading to the staircase, com
municating with the upper part he felt j
a distaste that was more than reluc
tance to go upstairs He had not brer •
there since the day of his wife's death
the that had given him back hit
freedom
Much good hiF freedom had done him'
His thoughts ran in a bitter vein this
afternoon. Betty Lumsden- al! his plans
teemed, if not tn be actually miscarrying,
to be halting Inexplicably Rimington in
prison, safe, barred and silenced for
twenty years, seemed for the present at
least, as effective a barrier as Rimington
young and rich and free Betty was
such a fool—she had given her promise,
it was true, but there was a woeful lack
cf 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 presped against
bin hand he went up the stairs, mount
ing them slow I\
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 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 nf 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 the dicsslng 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 Saxe sought a hand wash
stand
He poured out water into the old blue
basin and bathed Ids 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 as he dried his
hand What a i queer old cuss .lex 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 I
—his own, he. would swear to that that
he had thought secure beyond all ques ’
tlon in the locked safe at the safe de- j
posit in Chancery where so many i
other precious and dangerous things wore !
buried under a name that no one but him
self knew, under a combination of let- 1
ter.s to which no one but himself had the I
clew.
Paul Saxe’s face was not good to see I
• s he crossed the mom and examined the I
box by* the bed Yes, It was the same !
there in the midst of one of the brass I
arabesques were his wife's Initials he :
remem bet ed 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? 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’*
Beads of sweat started to his brown
If Jex had been tampering with that box’
Was this the explanation of his new attl
tude of slightk veiled Insolence! He laid
frenxied hands on the box
A sound, the veriest whisper of a sound,
yet enough tn make him raise his head
sharply, and as he did so. tn 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
lee.
• "Ah, Mr Paul Saxe, sir' ” he cried, and
bin 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 in
his hand, long-fingered and delicate as
that of a woman, pouring out a stream of
vile abuse, under which Saxe flinched
but w’hlch. 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 know how. which
you don’t, my good Jex.”
“Oh. yea, 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
"Str.-iight enough, T 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 <f the law.”
The Game Up.
"The police! What do you mean?”
Saxes Indolence was superb, but ho
.passed the tip of his tongue over his
dry lips He knew well enough what he
meant The gamp was up; the colossaj
I carelessness which had overlooked this
I brass-bound x and its contents had
| 'lone him in at last. He saw ruin star
!’ng him in the face ( »noo the police be
gan. Would they end? All the ugly
secrets <-f Tempest street would come nut
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
’ho gay Insouciance of his manner was
gone; over the golden-hued skin the ugly
pallor of fear lay like a mask of gray
paint.
”1)0 I need to be more explicit M T)es
ohapel? The English police have a sum
•nary 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 nf him. his arm wavered a little,
his weapon lowered, Saxe, vigilant and
agile as a cat, saw his chance With a
sudden lunge forward ho had caught the
weapon and the hand that hold 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.”
Eor 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 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 i
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 Angers that trembled he thrust
the revolver under Paul Saxe's outflung
hand; then, on an aim* st 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 ryes
and pars watched and listened, he crept
down the stairs and out Into the desert
• ed street.
The signboard of the Toby Jug rat
; tied and swung In the rising wind as
I the little figure came down the street
la quaint figure with pigtails flying and
long legs on which the ungartered black
’stockings hung disconsolately like writh
ing snakes, necessitating frequent and
I irritated clutches on the part of their
I wearer to prevent them descending alto-
I got her.
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 'lsself as usual.
I bless ’hn.” she said: then, opening the
I 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 mowings 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.
“Homefink’s on fire. I don't fink,” she
said. Then, raising her voice, she called.
“Grandad! < Jrandad!”
i There was no answer, and a little
I 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 Eor
Boss 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
eat that, so far as she was capable of
affection, she loved
‘ Wot s 'appeneiithe child said, with
a little catch In her breadth. "Oh. my
lor’, wd'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 u-choking little cry she
ran upstairs.
To Be Continued in Next Issue.
Beauty Secrets of Footlight Favorites
Ohve Oil as an Aid to the Pretty Girl
By MARJORIE BONNER.
SINCE you asked me w hat 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 mo doctors' bills and many a
beaut}' treatment, and I think it is a
panacea for all the ills that the thin
girl 1b 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 I don't really like the taste
of it pure.
A few loaves 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. Hut you have
to do that to accomplish anything, and
with the olive oil treatment you want to
keep on Indefinitely.
1 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 much 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. w(th 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 ft possibly will retain.
Wipe off whatever n mains, 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
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 I
Up-to-Date Jokes
One morning old Mr. Bell was indus
triously plying his hamnu r 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 'll for some time
The old chap's reply, however, was
drowned by some one in the house
coughing very loudly.
“Poor dear! 1 s’pose that’s ’er cough
in' ain't it?" cried the sympathetic old
lady.
“Na. iih. 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 j
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, j
"We shall be half a second late! What
makes her go so slow?"
"Why. str." replied the engineer,
"we're passin' through the Milky Way.
an' tile 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,
bit terh :
"Is there any case so low. so foul, so
vilel} crooked and shameful that you 1
refuse it?"
W. 11. 1 don't know," the other an
swered. with a smile "What have you
>e» n doing now ?"
i Elderh Gentleman - Now. then, you
| naughty boy. I'll have you locked up! |
I Vol! know you're not lllowed to smoke ■
You'll never live to grow up to boa
i man like me if you do that!
Promising Youthht if I'm goin - tel
’are whiskers and a face like yours, I
don't want to grow up. guv'ner!
Grandfather (enthusiastically) "1
say, Willie, don't you want to go
through a toy shop with me this after- '
noon anti see all the pretty things?"
Twentieth Century Child (indlffcr-I
enth ) I'm willing to. grandfather, if
you will get unx pleasure out of it."
<'ld Gent Gentle disposition! He ■
wants to bite the head off evt ry dog he
meets. I've been swindled.
Fancier- You didn't ought to keep
dogs at all, mister. The animals you
ought to keep with your temperatment
:s silkworms.
"The time will come." thundered a
] suttraglst orator, "when women will get
a man's wages!"
"Yes." sadly muttered < man on the
iear seat, "next Saturday night!”
"Has his family got a skeleton in its
loset
1 don't know about what they 've got
n 'he closet, but they’ve g >t one in a
' nobble skirt."
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MARJORIE BONNER.
(One of the Ziegfeld beauties in "A Winsome Widow” company.)
ns I cnn. 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, and I And that my finger
nulls have grown much stronger from
this treatment.
I believe that if your finger nails are
brittle and break off easily you could
■cadlly 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
and then press back the cuticle you
ought never to have hang nails at all,
and your hands should always be
'month, 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 oil
form, oil of lavender for instance, or oil
of lemon verbena, which I like best of
nil. You can got these oils at any drug
store, and an ounce will scent a gallon
of olive oil. (>f course, if you prefer,
mix in a little of your favorite perfume
instead.
Olive oil Is so good for the hair that,
I if you use it constantly, you won't need
tiny other tonic, and your hair will be
as b ight 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 m\ whole scalp with perfumed
oil. rubbing it well jt.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 fs>w drops of oil. rub them into
the 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
exeeflent luster and sheen.
1 think there iy nothing so pretty as
I glossy hair, no matter what color it Is,
I and this olive oil treatment will keep
it he hair shiny, if one brushes it well
ever} night and shampoos it once in
two weeks.
I have another use for olive oil, which i
few ; ■ ople hive ever tried. Oil will'
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Simply get one ounce of nthine —double
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morning you will see that even the worst
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It is Idem that more than an ounce is
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Bp s ire tn ask for the double strength
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keep the feet in splendid condition and
make the skin so nice and soft that
corns and callovses will never be al
lowed to form.
But, when all is said and done, I
’hink 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 happen® 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, 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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It is as sweet and clean as when it left the oven.
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* ' Mas sen ir»! e
< Every Day a Beginning s
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
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 grow 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 lore 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 eat 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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rooner they learn ft the sooner they
begin making a useful future o«t of
what seems now in the exaggeration of
youth to be an accumulation of failures
and mistakes.
It is something to have known, even,
that a lovei 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 girt
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 missus), she throwed herself hors
the end uv the wharf last night."
Tom—"Orf the end uv the wharf?
Poor Sarer!"
Tim—“An' a cop flshed 'er hout
again.”
Tom—" Poor Bill!”
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