Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-16
The Gates of Silence >
By Meta Smmtns Author Of flushed Up"
TODAY's INsTALLMENT.

n.rbans the old man would have dealt
49,. blow his hand was appraised to deal.
49, blov the child cried out against,
,1i.i,e her voice to the moaning on the
- had not the tinkling of the shop bell
>sed and a cry up the stairs an
o,sd the arrival Of the womaA who
,s for daily work. Dodging him, the
a.,elile child ran down to greet her,
- lex. calling her back, and bidding
,ts woman come upstairs to stay with
~ invalid. went downstairs into the shop
"a telephone to Paul Sake.
paul SAKE was an early riser, perhaps
,.osuse he had lived so long in coun-
es where men rise early to get the
sattar Of the sum- and this morning he
uas already engaged with his private cor
coincidence, in his own room at the pa
i,tis Offices in Chichester House, full
tsf an hour before the meanest of his
csrks was timed to put in an appear
orce when the message of the proprie-
tor Of the Toby jug came through TO
him across the wires.
Tbs morning, despite the pleasant
.,sshness of the atmosphere, the tinancier
,aol,ed a little faded. There were shad
,s about his eyes and a certain tense
lok about the lips which so often
s,,led His tone as he answered Sam
re1 LEXIS call was far from pacific. If he
Gould have seen the look on the face
nj the man who spoke he might, diplomat
,st as he was, have spoken differently.
o0hat's that: Jenny ill? Well, what
the mischief do you ring me up to tell
me that for? Is she ever anything else?
II
Even over the wires Jex knew what
the conclusion of that broken sentence
was. and he answered it.
"she is" he said. Dying. She's asked
n see YOU. sir; otherwise | would not
have troubled Can't last moren a cou-
nile Of hours the doctor tells me-"
"Nhat?" The receiver shook in Paul
saxes hand TO the man listening In the
darkened shop in Westminster that one
word seemed like shout of triumph. I
am sorry to hear that-Very sudden,
surely? Do you think there is any good
purpose to be gained by my coming?"
"She asked for you, sir. A dying WON
ans whim maybe, but | couldn't refuse
to send for you
scene. I'll come. You'n undertake
there will be no scene. Jex?"
I'm undertake that sir.
A Common Error.
What held Paul Saxe's ears, usually so
sensitive to every change of tone, that
he could not discern the scorn and malice
that spoke in the old mans quavering
voice Clever as he was, he had fallen
into the error, than which none is more
fatal Of forgetting that no enemy is 50
mean as to be altogether despised.
An right. I'll be with you as soon as
can
SAKE rang off and hung up the receiver.
He leaned his elbows on the table and
sat staring into space. Jennie dying
Jennie the woman he had tied like a
milestone around his neck in a moment of
boysh folly, Then, the one barrier he
feared between him and his desire-that
barrier he had schemed to remove-had
been broken down by stronger. more
efficient hand than his. Jennie-a curious
look passed over his face. What a beau
tful animal she had been-what help to
him in those shady games he had played
during the first years of their married
life Had any man ever had such de-
COY Her absolute stupidity. her inalien-
able faith in him, had rendered her su-
preme And she was dying Well, q
good job, too-for herself, he meant, as
ven as for him. She had only been
misery to herself. If 1t were not for
the COMPOUNDED child. it was the best
thing that could happen.
still the child could easily be disposed
n She was only a child and knew moth
ing and Jexs tongue was effectually
sealed Paul Saxe's eyes grew hard and
bright as he sat there. as his eyes were