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THE MAGAZWVPAGE
“The Gates of Silence”
7?t yieta Simmins, Author of "Hushed Up"
TOD A Y ’S INST ALLME XT.
PART 11.
•’Confound the brute”' Hr looked down
at his hand. The scratch hurt and was
beginning to swell and an uglj little
yellow ridge was rising ominously. N"
aouot tne neast’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 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 He had not been
there since the day nf his wife’s death
the day that had given him bark his
freedom
Much good his freedom had done him'
His thoughts ran In a bitter vein this
afternoon Betty Lumsden all hls plans
seemed, if not »o be actually miscarrying,
to be halting inexplicably Hlmlngton in
prison, safe, barred and silenced for
twenty 'ears seemed for the present at
least, as effective a barrier as Rimington
young and rich and free. Betty was
ftuch a fool she had given her promise.
It was true but there was a woeful lack
Os flavor In a marriage of barter
"Hang ‘the brute"'
Really, his hand was beginning to pain
him ahc.minablv it was detestable, hut
there was no help for It. He must go
upstairs W ith his Ups pressed against
bls hand he went up the stairs, mount
ing them si- ’A h
Ghostly memories came out to meet
him as he pushed open the door at the
tnp 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 as though ready for
occupation. Her hair brushes and little
friiet trinkets, dainty trifles of tortoise
shell and gold he had given her, tricked
out the dressing table. Saxe drew back
with something like a shiver What a
sentimental old idiot Jex wasl! He opened
another do««r 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 stork, apparently, and in the cor
ner what Saxe sought a hand wash
stand
He poured out water into the old blue
basin and bathed his injured hand The
water cooled arid soothed it \s hr wiped
It gently hr saw that some of its angr\
redness had abated
Caught!
He stood looking about the room with
a half amused curiosity as he dried his
hand What a queer old cuss Jex was! s
His thoughts snapped suddenly His <
wandering eyes had encountered some
thing that stood on a table by' the iron '
b*d- a bnx of dark wood curiously’ bound
with brass, an oddly familiar looking box I
—his own, he would swear tn that - that
be had thought secure beyond all (pie."
tion in the locked safe at the safe de
posit In Chancery Lane, where so many
other precious and dangerous things were
burled under a name that no one but him ,
self knew under a combination of let- 1
tors to which no one but himself had the 1
clew
Paul Saxe's face was not good tn 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 i
arabesques were his wife’s Initials hr i
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 ms 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 hr I id
been guilty nf an act of such gross care
lessness?
Beads of sweat started to his brown.
If Jex had been tampering with ’b it b< \'
Was this the explanation of his new attl- 1
tude «f slightly - veiled insolence! He laid!
frenzied hands on the box
A sound, the veriest whisper <»f a sound, ;
yet enough to make him raise his head
sharply, and as he did so. to look Into I
the dull barrel of a revolver covering
him Samuel Jex bad 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
hie soft voice was splendid In its irom
“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
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
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there w th a gun You would not dare
to shoot even if you knew how, which
you don't, my good Jex.**
“<»h. yes, I can shoot straight enough. |
Mr Saxo." Jex said. He had dropped the
redundant "sir." but there was still that
Inflection of ironic respect in his voice.
"St*, ght enough, I assure you; only that
is a pleasure I must deny myself. The
police ate coming, and I mustn’t Inter
fere with the due course nf the law.”
The Game Up.
"Tie police! What do you mean?"
Saxe’s Insolence was superb, but he
passed the tip of his tongue over his
dry Ups. 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. whor* Would they end? All the ugly’
secrets of Tempes* 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 Raxe’s hair pricked All
the gay insouciance of h's manner was
gone over the golden-hued skin the ugly
pallor of fear lay like a mask of gray
palm.
“Do 1 need to be more explicit M Dpr
chapel? The English police have a sum
mary method of dealing with blackmail.
It Is not one of those professionals which
< ommend 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 wtis like a vise.
“I’ll do for you!” he cried. “You
treacherous cur of an Informer! I’ll make
'’ou 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 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 nf
a wounded beast, and Paul Saxe lurched |
and stumbled and fell fa<*e forward by the i
side of the round table by the bed.
Jex stood looking down at him, his
face while and 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 to guide
them when they came. He drew the
blind up to the top and left the bed
• room door wide open; then, cautiously
j and stealthily, as though hidden eyes
' and ears watched and listened, he crept
down the stalls and out into the desert
ed street.
The signboard of the Toby Jug rat
tled ami swung in the rising wind as
the lit th* 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
j irritated clutches on the part of their
! wearer to prevent them descending alto-
I get her
At the door of the shop the child
stopped ami looked up at the swaying
i sign with eyes of ecstatic welcome
"Looking fit to bust 'isself as usual,
I 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 as of singed wool
Bess raised her head and sniffed dis
tastefully.
"Somefink’s on fire, 1 don't fink." she
said. Then, raising her voire, she called:
j "Grandad! Grandad!"
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
I feed The journey from Sussex had
her ever' penny of the carefully
hoarded pocket mone\ her grandfather
had sent her from time to time For
Bess hall fulfilled her threat she had
run away from the "gentlewoman" who
bad. for a consideration, consented to
mold her future after her own model,
back to the beloved shop In the West
minster slum and the eld man and the
cat that, so far as she was capable of
affection, she loved
"Wot's nppened '" the child said, with
a little catch in her breadth. “Oh, my
lor’, wot's ’appened 0 "
She stepped to the foot of tlie stairs
ami looked up There was a gnat 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
O/ive OH as an Aid to the Pretty Girl
By MARJORIE BONNER.
SINCE you asked me uh it my sp< rot
of beauty Is, I will tc!l you frank
ly, If I have one—-It is olive oil.
I use olive oil irsb ad 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
girl fa 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 ft 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 leaves of lettuce, fresh and
crisp, two tablespoonfuls of olive oil.
and just a dash of lemon .lube, to take
away the insipid taste, and there you
have my formula fora good complexion.
There really isn’t anything better, for
this diet will clear the skin and bring
color hack 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 yon want to
keep on indefinitely.
1 use olive oil on tn.v 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 ft seems
to be aide 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. 1 tried the olive oil treat- :
ment on them, with such excellent re- '
suits that a lot of other girls followed
my example, and used the olive oil to '
make the arms plump. 1
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 cnrefull.v 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 pine.
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 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
<>nc morning old Mr Bell was indus
triously plying his hamtn* r on a wood
en dontrfvance under the kitchen win
dow in the back yard, when a neighbor
called to Inquire after bls wife, who
had been 111 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.
"Hood heavens!" cried the skipper.
"We shall be half n second late! What
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 I
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 i>een doing now ?"
Elderly Gentleman Now. then, you |
j naughty boy. I'll have you locked upl I
You know you're not allowed to smoke. |
; You'll never live to grow up to be a
I man like me if you do that!
Promising Youthlet If I'm goin' te:
pave whiskers and a face like yours. I
don't yvant to grow up. guv iter!
Grandfather (enthusiastically» "1
say. Willie, don't vou want to go I
through a toy shop with me this after ,
noon and see all the pretty things?”
Twentieth Century Child (indiffer- ;
entlyt I'm willing to, grandfather, if I
you will get any pleasure out of it."
old Gent Gentle disposition! He
. wants to bite the head off > very dog he '
i meets. I've been swindled,
I’aneiet Y'ou didn't ought to keep!
dogs at all, mister. The animals you |
ought to keep witli your temporal men t I
s silkworms
"Tlte time will come," thundered a
'suffragist orator, "when women will get ;
a man’s wages!"
"Yes." sadly muttered a man on the i
rear seat, "next Saturday night!”
Has his family got a skeleton tn its
ioset ?"
"1 don't know about what they've got
n the closet, bitt they'vi got one in a
hobble skirt."
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MARJORIE BONNER.
(One <>f the Ziegfeld beauties in "A Winsome Widow" company.)
as I c an. In winter time, when the skin 1
Is very dry, I rub the oil on at night, ,
at the same time that I am working (
on mV arms, and I find that my finger
nails have grown much stronger from
this treatment.
I believe that if your finger nails are '
brittle and btoak 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 treat your fingers this was I
and then press back the cuticle you, I
ought never to have hang nails at all. i
and your hands should always be i
smooth, soft and white. I
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 verbena, which I like best of 1
all. You can got these oils at any drug 1
stole, and an ounce will scent a gallon
of olive oil. Os course, if you prefer,
mix in a little of your favorite perfume '
instead.
Olive oil is so good for the hair that,
if vou use it constantly, you won't need
any other tonic, and your hair will be
as blight and shiny at if it had been
brilliantlned and polished.
I have averts dry skin naturally, and
my scalp is inclined to bo dry, too. Be
fore I shampoo my hair, I simply sat- '
urate my whole scalp with perfumed
oil, rubbing it well it.»o 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 n few drops of oil, cult them into
the scalp, an 1 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
i If It were a brush, and this gives an
excellent luster and sheen.
1 think there i.< nothing so pretty as
glossy hair, no matter what color it is,
and 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 .mother use for olive oil. which
few people have ever tried. Oil wil! ’
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Simply get one ounce of othine double *
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apply i little of It at night, and in the
morning you will see that even the worst
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It is seldom that more than an ounce is
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Be sure 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 callouses 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 of ordinary butter is
used. And, goodness knows, most cook
ing butter Is ordinary. It oughtn't bn
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 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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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
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 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.
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— "Surer 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 fished ’er hout
again."
Tom—" Poor Bill!"
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