Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-06-28
The Gates of Silence .
STORY OF LOVE MYSTERY AND HATE,
TRAVAIL OF LIFE BEHIND

What had he heard? How much had he
heard? The question beat itself out with
the hammering Of the womans hurried
pulses
IT was not possible to know how long
he had stood there: but an instinct not
to be denied told her that he had been
there from the beginning. And what did
he drink? Why had he not, as he usual
ly did. down to the most minute trifles,
questioned her as to the nature of the call
that had brought her from the couch tn
answer the telephone?
His silence oppressed her, terrified her,
as no questioning could have done.
Fate's Pawn.
Jack Rimingtons breath came quickly
as he sank into the corner of the empty
carriage into which he had swung him
self just the train began to move out
of the station. It had been a sharp run to
catch this. the first nonstop train of the
morning service from Weyboune to Fad
dington, and a the end he had all but
missed it, owing to the diotc laundering
of the police at the outside gate.
'I'll have word to say TO that fell
low when ! get back Rimington said to
himself, grimly Then his face changed
When he got back, There was something
satisfying or pleasant
The morning was gray and cold-one
of those grim mornings that fail some
times by accident into week of perfect
weather In its light Rimingtons face
looked gray. too amazingly aged. like the
face of man who has slept little and
dreamed i'll dreams.
As a matter of fact. Rimington after
through the farce of going to bed; he had
slipped up through the darkness when he
got back to the Red House, thankful to
escape any curious eyes or questioning
tongues, to the long room under the roof
that had been his ever since he could
remember the Red House at all. and
paced the hours of the night out striving
TO find some CleW to the labyrinth in
which he and Betty found themselves
That the girl was entirely innocent of
any knowledge whatever of how Fitz-
stephen died ne was more than ever con
rinced. and yet he knew that it was a
conviction based on no legal ground
If Mrs Darlington had been a more
accomplished eavesdroper, and had re
sisted that impulse of an imperfectly sti
fed conscience which had prompted her
to flight after those first impassoned
words of Rimingtons which she had
caught, she would have heard what would
have given the answer to many of the
weary questions that had all night long
Knocked at the door of her heart
Betty had met the challenging question
her lover flung at her with great sur
prise
NO, lack You see. its all SO amsz-
ing But, of course, it is strange Why
were YOU there"
And before the innocence of her eyes
Rimngton had felt his courage break.
1t wasn't possible to tell her what when
he put the question his impulse had been
to tell her that he had been there in
Tempest street to work vengeance on the
man who ruined his brother and that il
she persisted in her threat of speaking of
her presence there. he would forestal her
by confession a TO his own Instead,
he had flashed out the truth:
II was there for the same reason as
you, Betty. darling. I went to Tempest
street to see Paul SAKE" And before she
could speak he had blurted out quickly:
Betty. listen l want to know nothing
you do not care to tell mel shall never
want to know that: only it would be dis
honest for me to pretend that | did not
know 50 much for SAKE told me so him
self
He had watched Betty's face flush and
pale while he told her exactly the story
while he told her exactly the story Sake
had told him and asked her directly how
true or how false the mans account of
the matter was.
Betty Furious.
He told YOU that
Watching her closely. Rimington could
see that the girl was furiously angry at
the breach of confidence, and a spirit OF
esprit de corps had urged him to the de-
Tense of SAKE
at wasn't an ordinary breach Of con-
fidence Betty. It was because your safe
ty was at stake that he spoke. And he's
explained things he seems your friend,
Betty But'tell me- dear, can you remem-
Der. was IT before or after you saw SAKE
that you encountered Fitzstephen?"
Il never saw him'-she blurted out,
and Rimngton knew it was Fitzstephen
that she meant because she stopped
short in sore distress AT this admission
"Oh, Jack, don't question me-don t
don't, Perhaps the memory of it all will
come back in the night, but Just now it's
all vague. like the detached fragments of
an almost forgotten dream
Continued Tomorrow