Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-08-15
The Gates of Silence
BY Meta Smmtn5, Author of "Hushed Up"

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house naar-nasr RiInortb 80 'ha
pear Tocl, II hoe cor,e to M, that !,
INV dItv"
.yo, ara going dovrr 70 pr,,,o,,th g.,
he near Iaclf9" Rattv T,,rosdar renea+ad
in a startIa5 voice "Ob Nfrs Pin,irgto,
how grand how noble Of ,ou,"
Tbera was a b,sbad noto IN bo,. ,-o;oo
and she locked at tho u,o,,,o,, hafo,a ,,a,
with avas fnu of reverence ss orjId
might look At some suddenly. ,,o,,cpeafed
vision Of an argaI
pom snaaI, IiI.e ,r,,. ! ,4ota.t .rf,,si,.e
ness and emotion" the widow said harsh
ly There is nothing in the least splen-
did in doing what is your obvious duty
believe my nephew to I've .wrougfuly
accused man. and as such his i,nprison-
ment is not punishment, bat a MARTYR
dom can do nothing to help him:
have no money to spend in trying TO es-
tahlish his innocence. and am certain
that il wouId he money, useIessIv snent If
l had. But have my life that | can
give to his service-the hours of the long
days to spend in prayer for him. It will
save him from losing all hope to know
that somewhere. very near. within sight
and sound o fhis prison-there is one
faithful heart that believes and watches"
lf0DuISiNG
ment of her hands.
But il is splendid" she said Most
splendid. Mrs Remington. would give
all that l have to do what you are doing
for the JOY of such service"
Deborah Rimington laughed
For the tov of living in a tbroe-roo,,,ed
cottage on a desoate moor my dear
Betty" she said. "Of living on prarticaI-
ly prison fare, of rising and seeking rest
at prison hours? | doubt greatly doubt
that even your love for lack would
stand that test"
'rTrv r,a", criad Rett,. Sbo ,,,,,,,,. e.,
ward bar hands cr.s,o5 ~ ,t.',,
GIVE me tho chance II ,a,, ha,,a
pitv for one who is desoIata a,d ~,
pressed and fuu of faars gi,o mo tbo
chance. Let me come with yo,l-as vour
servant ask for notbino hattar ,sI.
for no cbarit,, for NJ, 49, 's"
inst as vour sarvant-for bo,,.a ,al,,, o.3
food 00'' anu
Deborah Rir,ine+,r,, o,.o, o,o.,.,, $500,
denly beneath tbe van 't ~.
brow. that all hut ebro,,,1ed ti,ar, ''0'
"TpI Dive Won tho triol =, 80 aot5 ...,,.
"Rut don't crv o,,4 70 ,-,,, o, l,,t go,
lived &c q nriroass pot., ', - Z
will ba,,. 60 Loo, -, ~. t1S' 80"
daugbtar at NV cott. 90 ~,
The pir eava a sbor+ law th"t u
threaded with tears.
'Ah, you don't know me-" she cried.
II is much Tor woman to do for the
man she loves 1t has been done before
pE brave "omen-by mothers-by
wives
But never as Will do it," said De-
porah Huntington.
mere was gale raging out al sea
the noise OF ITS great guns came echo
lhs over the desolate stretches of open
nlooIlano' the sparse growing trees bent
pelote us violence as 1t rushed inland;
the barren fruit trees and stunted shrubs
III Iue garden surrounding the matched,
Slhs!e-storled cottage were bowed al
most Hal as 1t Whlrled and eddied about
me ouIdlhg' snarllng and bowling
Like an EVIL Spirit.
II Is IKE an evil spirit, bowling and
threatening demanding admittanCe" Bet
~ Lutnsdeh whispered to herself. She
put her hands to her ears TO try and
smut QUIT ne sound She was weary of
IT, FOR the TWO weeks she had been at
me cottase on the moor she had heard
"o other souhd nut thls-save the far
oi 'Iahs OF me prison bell. But 1t was
NOT 10 be smut Quit seemed to have