Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-22
"The Gates of Silence"
By Meta Stmmfn5, Authoy Of "Hu5hed Up"
TODAY'S INSTALL0IENT.

TODAY'S INSTALLMENT.
Back in his cell again with his silent
watchers-the men whose masklike fea-
lures must hide all they feel Of pity or
curiosity-feeling a very different man
from the one who had left it, Bimington
was conscious Of a curious uplifting Of
the heart. Of something that was not
hope. in so far as ii brought no chimeri-
cal belief in the intervention OF the mira
Gle without which he could not be saved
that he certainly did not recognize as
resignation: q feeling Of complete peace
within himself-a conviction Of his own
ability to play the game. Fer the sake
Of the woman he loved for the sake OF
the stricken man and woman in the de-
pleted, lonely Red House on the Thames
there must be no repetition Of the weak
ness OF last night Ire was innocent ne
could 60 ont through the gate OF death
into the life beyond with nothing to fear
for the days Of life that remained 10 him
he must show that he was captain OF his
own soul
He forced his eyes TO follow the lines
Of the printed pages Of the book he held
10 turn the pages The leaden minutes
dragged themselves out into hours. Then
information was given to him that made
the blood rush TO his heart so that every
pulse throbbed and throbbed again.
visitor for the condemned man!
visitor in the great glass room where
only the privileged can gain an order for
admittance,
As Remington followed his escort he
became aware OF one thing very GER
tainly Despite the apathy of his trial
despite that inward peace that had de
scended on him after that half hour OF
strangely mingled feelings in the prison
chapel-hope was not dead In his heart.
There was hope in II now as he walked
g mad, rioting. preposterous hope not TO
be gainsaid or subdued the hope that
perhaps tho visitor who awaited him
was the only human being he desired to
see-the woman he loved
Then he saw her It sounds so cheap
to write IT, but the sight Of her stand
ing there in that sordid place. slim and
young and gracious. was like the sight of
some white lily growing on a dust heap.
He stood staring a her and she at him,
and for the moment the world was blot
ted out, the official eavesdroppers and
eyewitnesses forgotten.
Betty Speaks.
1t was the woman who found her voice
first
Jack" she said, and again jack"
Nothing more, but all her heart spoke
70 his heart in that two-fold utterance Of
his name. 1t blotted out and healed for
ever that picture bitten in on his memory
of her white face against Paul Saxe's
shoulders, the dark, triumphant face of
the man who held her unconscious in his
arms
He made a step forward, and caught her
hands drawing her close to him.
"Betty-my poor girl, l hardly dared
10 dream 1t could be you, and yet some
thing told me that IT was, he said.
How did you find your way-how did
you manage to get into this CHASTITY place?
hate to see you hereto think Of you
here"
Gould you think wouldn't come, Jack
after yesterday Oh, my darling! It
isn't true-lt can't be truel"
Her voice faltered Jacks hand, hold
ing her. frightened its grasp The very
necessity of aiding her courage gave
strength TO his own.
ITS a bad dream. little girl" he whis
pered. "A dream from which we shall
waken one day above the stars"
"Jack"-she chung to him convulsively
how brave you arel And liam
such a coward Yesterday yesterday 1
didn't dare to look at you-after all my
protestations after after
Hush. hush" He did not know how
10 silence her, glancing desperately to-
wards the open door where the watchers
were stationed No room for humanity
here, for the blind eye; their grim bust
ness was to watch. Darling. you don't
want to add to my pain" he whispered.
For heavens sake, say no more, We've
got TO keep a stiff upper lip. Betty You
know and l know the truth, however
black circumstances may look-that | am