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Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
The Gates of Silence
By Nctd Snmrrs. 4Hfhoy Qf"HurhH Up

~ realize something Of her suffering
He told me that I had never been his
wife. that he had tricked me into mock
marriage as sop TO my innocence
those were his words a SOP 10 my in
nocence
Past Relief
harrington started 10 his feet Edith
If one could believe you
WHY should you not believe me-" his
wife cried passionately You've seen
the man You have heard or what the
world considered him capable-you have
seen his death Is he. do YOU think more
likely 10 tell the truth than I? Surely
have my own answer. in the fact that for
all the wears We have lived together man
and wife tul tonight YOU have never
doubted me- never failed in your love for
me
For the second time that night her
voice fell 10 an exquisite tenderness: it
rppled over Tony Barrington's heart in
wave of pain He would have given
al the world had ever held for him
fame. honor. the happiness that such
things bring for the power 10 take this
woman in his arms and rest his tired head
a ga inst her breast For moment Of
weakness his eyes met hers. Then swift
ny between them rose UP vision Of the
dead mans sneering face OF his evil.
malignant eyes. and crushed all the soft
ness from him as a strong hand brushes
moisture from q sponge
- saw me man as you say, and grant
II IS difficult to understand his attrac-
lion. but what have | against the proof
that here beneath my roof beneath the
roof which shelters also my innocent child
you with a shameless callousnes which
is revolving beyond words hid A man
wanted on a criminal charge because
ne spread out his hands in his old, I'M
conscious trick Of explanation he was
YOUR lover
my lover, \ man who tricked me into
false marriage who broke my heart.
hid him ont Of fear out Of fear Of YOU
He was never my lover in the sense you
imply"
you say YOU were tricked into a mar
riage how Come even il YOU were ig-
norant then, YOU must Understand now
The Trick
= understand no more than I under
stood then that was married by a man
who called himself clergyman Of the
Church of England" she cried and. with
sudden hatred in her tone, she added.
intensely respectable. the sort of man
Fou would have asked 10 dinner and hon
ored. not because you believed his creed,
but because Of what his cloth and collar
represented oh, yes. so far as the per
son went, there never was a safer. more
orthodox wedding Her voice sharpened
70 shriil yindictiveness But the man
You killed the man who lies dead down
stairs said that he was no psrson, that
he had no right 10 marry US" her voice
choked with passion that | am what
YOU are SO ready to believe me to be. II
there is any pity or justice in the world,
should it not be shown TO me?"
harrington took no notice OF her emo
ton This marriage certificate" he said
you have that? Women always keep
such things
She shook her head mo ne kept IT
Surely my word Bettys
harrington frowned. Leave her name
out of the wretched story" he said she
was only child. She would believe any
thing YOU told her.
To Be Continued in Next Issue
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
Dry Thoroughly.

Unless you dry your hands very thor
oughly. you needn't expect to have them
soft Girls are very careless about dry
ing their hands, and women who are no
longer in their first youth will find that
the skin Of the hands begins to wrinkle
and grow dry unless good deal of at
tention is paid them The older woman
needs plenty of oil for her hands. either
in the form Of cold cream or pure olive
oil or some good skin food
She should rub them every night and
she win be repaid for little extra at
tention every day The hand is a
dead giveaway Of womans age
have seen lots Of women whose faces
have been skinned and operated on IN
I'll they looked thirty years younger
than they really were. but the hands
have been forgotten and proclaimed
the exact age which they were trying
to hide
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13

and then dry off thoroughly on your
own towel
There should also be a piece of punf-
ice stone and fresh cut lemon to
remove stains or callous spots.from the
hands. Pas
If your hands are always very rough
take a little good oatmeal boil it in
water sufficient to make thin Cruel,
strain it through cheesecloth and add
a little more water: use this liquid in
stead Of fresh water for washing the
hands. This is also good for washing
the face, especially for girls whose skin
chaps easily
Few girls are willing to wear gloves
al night and | think it is more or less
torture even if the gloves are two or
three sizes too big. But the same re
suits can he obtained is. nice.
soft, white hands if cold cream is used
frequently, and a good massage or
cleansing cream is thoroughly rubbed
into the hands every night
This treatment wlll sometimes tatten
hands, but ordinarily the hand does
not get plump until the rest of the
body fattens up. and very nervous peo-
pie are not likely to have plump hands
until their nerves are cured or CON
quered
Red and swollen hands are usually
caused by tight lacing, or structure
somewhere on the body. tight garters
will show in this way. and so will tight
armholes. and very red hands after eat
ing are sometimes the effect of indi-
gestion.
If YOU have much housework or
kitchen work TO DO. keep all your old
gloves TO wear at this time Rubber
gloves are excellent for dishwash ing and
for some rough work with a scrubbing
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
TO-DAY s INSTALLMENT


As he listened he found hundred
objections This man .sat - had known
:. p ia. .....s t.-.-,,.,.,,s, ~ che
l1aun quarter -"hen na' ''
time or the patience to plaf The part
which This Young woman was assigning
70 him
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was thai ln Ais race when '''a her fnd'
he did NOT believe her Tony have YOU
ever ssen ANYTHING vile ~ wicked or
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ta'ea ~ '''''s'', 'e was "e"" "lisH
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Ii''teu vas very "Ie'eNea' nui very
Woli'a"'s' IT, "eie' H'' yen YOU Una
naa sons hel'Ie' Sd" 'ha' YOU ieNea
ne Ane" 'ha i''ea YOU. ana surrey
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
Advice to the LoveIorn
YOU DON'T NEED TO.
ey sEArRIcE FAIRFAx
Dear Miss Fairfax:

Dear Miss Fairfax;
! am twenty one and keep COM
pany with girl of twenty. but my
father and mother object because l
am making small salary. | do not
want to leave the young lady with
out any reason H. O. B.
Frankness is always to be commend
ed. Go to her and tell her of the sit
uation. and then take your parents
advice and keep out Of love entangle-
ments while your salary is SO small.
! admire the spirit Of Justice in you
which leads you to want to give the
girl an explanation
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13

brush. If YOU don't want your rubber
gloves to crack or rot, be sure and clean
them very thoroughly before driving.
How To Manicure.
Now as to the care of the nails You
only need a very few simple imple-
ments, and if you take twenty minutes
once a week and two or three minutes
every day YOU ought to be able to keep
your hands. in good condition The in
struments you will need are an orange
wood stick, nail file. some emery
boards, nail clipper. nail polisher
or piece of chamois, nail paste and pol
ish. Instead of liquid bleach use lemon
juice on little piece of cotton, rolled
round the point of your orange stick,
for bleaching discolorations under the
nail First Of all clip your nails in the
shape desired. Don't-cu them too long
or too pointed File the edges and
finish off with the emery until the edge
is perfectly soft and smooth. Wash the
hands thoroughly and soak the nails in
water: now press the skin or selvege
around the nail gently away from the
base. SO that the half moon shows. II
thin, Wn1te SKIN tIlnRS To Tue Hdlls you
can get it away with the orange stick
and a little bit of powdered pumce, See
that the edges of the nail are cleaned of
this white skin. You should press the
selvege down every evening before go
ing to bed. az that will make the opera
ton very much simpler. and viii keep
The nails in good condition, especially il
YOU dip your fingers in oil. Always
keen the cuticle soft by generous ap-
plication of cold cream or olive oil.
wash the hands once again, apply
little bit of rose paste and then polish
with the buffer and nail polish Ridges
on the nails are due to uric acid and
they can not be scraped or polished off.
bur when this condition of the blood is
rectified the nails will grow smooth
again
If you've gotten your hands very.
dirty. instead of washing them at once
in water. clean them off with cold
cream vaseline. or olive oil. Then wash
them with pure soap and lukewarm wa
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
MOST AssUREpLY

Dear Miss Fairfax:
Some time ago l made the ar.
qualntance of young girl hava
learned to grow very fond Of lar
but | DO not know how to app 4ch
her. Would it be proper for me 10
ask her to accompany me e. .hA.
theater2 p
You are acquainted SO take ii +,
granted you were properly inttol,.l,
TO her Certainly ask her to go 10 n
theater and don't fail to pay her 9TH.
attentions as agreeable. a girl is pre
disposed in favor of a man Who -,
siderate. generous and gallant.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
Friendship begins with acquaintance.

Friendship begins with acquaintance.
All Fels-Naptha wants is an introduc-
ton and it will become your boon com
panion in laundry and kitchen.
We are advertising to get Fels-Naptha
that introduction into new homes.
Then we depend on the soap itself
to keep it there.
If Fels-Naptha wouldn't do what
we claim; if it wouldn't wash clothes
quicker and better in cool or lukewarm
water without hard labor or boiling;
if it wouldn't save time, work, fuel and
health would over million women
use it every washday 7
Not much.
But Fels-Naptha will do these things
and more; has done them and is doing
them for more and more progressive
women every year.
Follow the easy directions on the
back of the red and green wrapper.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
By MARGARET HUBBARD
AVER

q EVERAB pretty girls and some who
want to be pretty have asked me
the best way to care for the hands
and | am going to answer them all 81
once today
Bessie. who is just fourteen assures
me dolefully that her hands are ruined
forever because she has always bitten
her nails, and still continues to bite
them OF course. if she goes on in this
pessimistic frame Of mind her hands
will not improve In the meantime
my dear Bessie. don't you think YOU
could make an effort and control your
self and stop biting your nails without
having to resort TO the treatment given
children. which consists in rubbing a
little extract of quassia on the finger
nails and the tips of the fingers each
time after washing them The taste
of this extract is very bitter and it
will remind you that you are doing
foolish thing and spelling the looks of
your hands which poets call the sec
ond face" and which should receive
all the care and attention you can give
them
1t isn't difficult to have soft and
pretty hands, and | have known lots
of girls who did homework whose
hands were better looking than others
who never washed dish and never
came in contact with a smoky and
greasy pot or pan.
First of all. you must take pains to
make the skin of your hands soft and
white good cold cream or camphor
cream should be used for this As all
most all of the articles used for the
hands can b. bought cheaper than they
can be made II is better to go to a
reliable place and buy such things
rather than TO experiment with for
mulas
No matter how good the formulas
unless YOU happen 10 have the knack
Of making IT properly. it viii cost YOU
more than the article manufactured
by the wholesale, and consequently sold
at moderate price
What To Use
Keep a small lar Of cold cream near
| your washstand and II you have l<itch-
en- work 10 do, have it near the sink
Il will pay you to make some small
hand towels for your own particular
use In the kitchen and every time YOU
wash your hands before driving them.
apply little bit Of cream or grease.
Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-13
Anty Drudge Advises the Fireman

Fireman" Morning, Anty Drudge! You had better 90
to Mrs Sims; she's terribly burned
Anty Drudge How did it happen|
Fireman "Over-heaed Trying to get the fire bo
enough to boil her clothes. Ny wife was badly
burned last week doing the thing.
Anty Drudge-'Yes I'll go right over But look here
young man. Get your wife Fels-Naptha. Then she
won't have to boil the clothes Just lukeramN
or cool water let the clothes soak for half hour;
that's all there is to it,"
The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-07-25

that any enemy could have found the
entrance. Then we make him prison
or and capture the rest as they
emerge"
You have saved rrance," cried the
president. wringing my hand
disengaged myself One thing
| beg OF you. Monsieur President"
said. DO not, under any circum-
stances, fail TO have your loyal COM
panies on guard Ted them they walt
for marauders and piunderers Of the
flooded homes"
II will-rely on me-" the president
cried. Nevertheless left him with q
>rtain trepidation. versed In the arts
the forum the old gentleman was
painfully unfit TO cope with such a
crisis. In fact. I knew that. unless !
could. single-handed. make the re-
doubtable prince a prisoner. the revo
luton would have every opportunity
OF succeeding.
found Talbot, whom had left out
side the Elysee. pacing the pavement
In painful uncertainty as 10 my fate.
When he learned, however. that we
we're to descend into the catacombs he
grew almost hilariously excited As
for me, was strangely affected. Il
seemed impossible that underneath
that sunny street. conspirators could
be actually drilling for the overthrow
of the republic.
The little park was almost deserted.
The sight of two well-dressed men
pulling up the grating excited only a
momentary curiosity. Then we were
gone again and 1t had changed to over
our heads. Talbot and | descended
the thin, rusty ladder, until our feet
struck against the stone flooring of
what appeared to be disused drain.
lit the candle. II f1ickered uncer-
tainly-then flared up. The air was
breathable. We took three steps to
the right, and the patch of sunlight
over our heads vanished. blew the
candle out, placed 1t in my pocket,
and we proceeded in utter darkness.
low far do We go. sir-ole man.
mean" whispered Talbot, after the
steady ring of our feet on the flooring
of stone had alone broken the unend-
ing silence.
About a MILE" I said, cheerfully.
When you bump your head, watch
for an opening on your side of the
wall"
1t is strange how one loses all sense
of time under such circumstances.
The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-07-25

herd in the catacomb. turned TO M
left and ran or. TIL. breatkless and ex'
haus,ed. I could travel no longer. |
sank 10 the ground. my pistol in my
hand. waiting. Far in the distance
heard the road OF the pursuers: then
their shouts died away into utter 81
lsrce.
Talbot: Had he preceded me! NUT
tered his name 90 loudly as dared.
then, picking myself up. CROPPED the
path painfully along the passage to
ward the entrance down which | had
come. Doubtless Talbot would Be
there: and. since my attempt had
failed, must be content to let the two
loyal companies and their cannon set
tie accounts with Louis when he
burst out OF his refuge. All at once
| stumbled over some iron thing.
heard q murmur overhead. Every
thing being as dark as pitch, | struck
q match. To my establishment | was
standing at the foot OF the ladder
which | had descended. and over
head-had 1t grown dark already?
could smell freshly-mixed mortar.
Then I realized the truth
The president had bungled. I had
been walled In alive beneath the
grating!
Move those blocks of masonry? |
might as well have tried to shoulder
the Notifications. I shouted wildly,
shaking the grating with both hands.
In vain. The faint sounds that | had
at FIRST heard had died away. and no
noise could penetrate that ever In
creasing thickness of blocks of stone.
am ashamed to say had not until
then reflected upon Talbot's safety
Now the reason OF the abandonment
OF the fight was borne in upon me.
They had seen only one man: they
had followed Talbot along that branch
of the catacombs, and. doubtless,
taken his life.
And, whether he lived or died.
must find some other exit from the
catacombs or perish likewise.
sat down and lit a match. I spread
the map out hastily. No matter
which way / turned, must pass
through the amphitheater to find an
exit And-why, the three exits were
barred by masonry! l had shut my.
self into this trap with the conspira.
tors.
Match after match went out as
scanned the parchment This way
The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-07-25

surface Of tie water and the ro.os %
coai On the current into the Seine.
which 10 bar a few hundred yaraa
away. Let those weo cannot swtsn %
supported By companions
But II NE break through. the cur
rent viii food The ca;Acornhz
No matter You must ahanaoa
your encampmsnt You must reaia-
7utsh your baggage and your arms. 20
Be the sport O. the foods. Prince
Louis. you sill 80 out lnto The world
Ike n drowned rat 10 suffer wi;h The
food victims along the xharves: or
you will never 30 a. all You aust
renouncs your Dreams
The foods we're sxirling round \.
thigh deep. Heaven knows whenes
they came: believe Dow that.
through = thousand interxtices in he
brick roofs. the river had come poar.
Ing in. to food all sgb,erranean Paris.
The prince bowed his head
so be IT," be said. 4, Is no, for
myself care. but for my gallant hun
dred"
a hundred" exclaimed is that
your entire foroe."
Why. yes. Monsieur. How many
did You think | had
Il seems 10 me now that the test
vas not altogether a. the expense Of
Louis. when with q paltry hundred
men be had terrified the chancelleries
Of the two mighty western nations.
But these thoughts came after~ard.
IN few minutes We were hard At
work with our pickaxes. breaking
through the masonry. The foods
were swiriing round our waists before
We had achieved our purpose. Then
we flung ourselves upon the mercy OF
the stream that now roared around Us.
II seemed an eternity of anguish.
those few minutes OF suspense. while
We shot past the great buttresses upon
the food, under a vaulted roof that
almost graZed our heads. borne river
ward. Then-there was the fresh wind
on our faces, and overhead the light
of the stars. and round Us Paris-thAt
city for which one man more in his
tory had shaken dice with fate and
met with failure.
The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-07-25

they drew OF and leveled their
rifles
One cried Louis. and they looked
along the muxzles-
Two" The rifles quivered and
grew arm. And suddenly cried with
al my force:
How are yoa going 20 escape after
we're dead. when We have the Key
10 the catacomhs-"
The mems heads did not move. but
the wcrd three" failed to arrive.
There was an instant Of s!ckening sas-
pense- Then the prince said slowly:
Put down your rines,-f
AS be uttered these words I became
conscious that I was standing In va
ter.
looked down. There Was no doubt
Of IL By the difused glow Of the
torches around the area I could see
that q steady stream Was pouring
along the catacombs. Even as
watched saw 1t catch q piece OF
newspaper and float II away into the
darkness. heard q shout OF fear:
The Seine, The Seine'"
And a sudden inspiration came upon
me
Prince Louis" I shouted. II have
the only knowledge OF escape for you.
XIII me. and you die like water rats. =
The tall man came forward. He was
nearly knee deep In water. and now.
| no longer a stream. II was swirling
through the catacombs like a torrent
! growing more and more swift mo-
| mentarily.
You spare our lives?" I cried.
| He nodded. Men were running TO
| and fro wildly. A few. more coura-
| geous than the rest, stood near TO
wait for their commands. At a signal
We were released.
Your map of the catacombs was
made" | said, before there were
any sewers in Paris worth speaking
| Of. | and I alone possess the true
map, made so years later by Napoleon
III. Five hundred yards away the
main sewer runs through a vault.
| Bring pickaxes and break a patch into
It. It Is never full. even In food times.
There Is room enough between the
The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1912-07-25
HOW ROBBERS MET DEATH
Ions Strictly According TO
Bandit Tradition.

Tchakirdjali. the terror OF the near
east, the most notorious and blood
thirsty Of modern brigands, Is no
more. He died as he uved-in all the
glamour OF sanguinary melodrama-
Dwellers in Asia Minor can now draA
an easier breath thar they have been
able TO for years. Wealthy merchants
OF Smyrna, who trembled for their
boards, may sleep in peace. Travellers
over the lonely roads In the neighbor-
hood or the Anatolin mountains need
not urge on their steeds so appre-
Observation-Disclosures and his band
Turk no more in their old strongholds.
Their deeds will figure conspicuous
ly IL the tales that white-bearded
Arabs tell night after night to circles
of cafe auditors. Like the Black
Douglas, the name OF Tchakirdjali
will always quiet the fretful Turkish
child in it's cradle. Some women will
perhaps heave a sigh Of sentiment for
treated them with extraordinary gall
lantry. They. at least, knew them
selves to be safe from his hands.
Fer them, Tchakirdjali was not the
brigand but the squire OF danes. q
man to be counted on 10 revenge their
wrongs, as many a local Lothario had
reason TO know. Nay. more than that
Frequently he was their good genius.
Many a maid owes her dowry 10
Tchakirdjalrs generosity with his i'll
gotten gains.
It Is pity that Edmond About IL
not alive OF do justice TO Tchakird.
jalfs memory. The author OF Tho
King Of the Mountains" would have
understood him. His able pen could
TchakirdjaH was Hagdi Stavros to the
life. Only the background was diff
ferent. Both were Kings" and both
had their Mountains" II was In the
mountains Of Anatoiia (look up your
geography that the great Tchakird-
jail met his end II was heroic end.
Nobody need say that romancs
doesn't exist in our prosaic day A
detachment Of Turkish soldiers was
sent out against Tchakirdjaii A des-
perate struggle ensued. II was four
hundred weil-eQuipped men against
four. The Fra Dtavalo saw what the
end must be. Now. IL II In q matter
OF principle with Turkish brigands.
they must not, II possible. be taken
alive.
Tchakird1an, when the Last shot was
nred. called on bis boon companion.
Mehmed, to save him from that dis
grace. Fealty demanded obedience.
and Aehmed was equal to the occa-
sion. With his good Damascus blade
hs hewed on his leaders head.
Then. having wrought the worthy
deed. he did what was only left him
TO do. he plucked a dagger from his
belt and buried 1t in his own heart
So the band OF TchakirdjaH fell, wei
tering In their own blood.