Atlanta Georgian. [volume] (Atlanta, Ga.) 1912-1939, 1912-07-22
"The Gates of Silence
By Meta Stmmfns, Author Of flushed Up"
ToDAY'S INSTALLMENT.

TODAY s lNSIALLmE1NA'
~ his cell again with his silent
-.ohars-the men whose maskilke Tea
,e+ hide all they feel of pity or
'u'.- feeling a very different man
49,, one who had left it, Remington
~ rscious of a curious uplifting OF
reart. of something that was not
N CO far as 1t brought no chlmerl-
hop1' as in the intervention of the mira
ca ,.Lo,,+ which he could not be saved
Gle certainly did not recognize as
ina ..op a feeling of complete peace
res,s. rimself-a conviction OF his own
VIZ VIZ. ~ nlay the game. For the sake
apil,'' IMAM he loved-for the sake OF
o. tol,en man and woman in the de-
the foneIv Red House on the Thames
pee, -,,,st he no repetition of the weak
the'e 1oe+ night. He was innocent-he
neS 80 ont through the gate of death
. +he life beyond with nothing TO lear
i'l.' .ba DAVIS of life that remained TO MN
10 ,s+ show that he was captain OF MS
own soul J., torou, tho lines
-. rrinted pages of the book he held
VI r, the pages. The leaden minutes
70 10. a5 themselves out into hours. Then
81 .@sesa+ton was given to him that made
~. Nod rush to his heart so that every
,,so throbbed and throbbed again
,.isitor for the condemned man!
..,.;+or in the great glass room where
VIZ, the privileged can gain an order for
admittance
AZ Rimington followed his escort he
became aware of one thing very Ger
tairIv Despite the apathy of his trial
deenite that inward peace that had de-
soarded on him after that half hour OF
strangely mingled feelings in the prison
cnaneI-bope was not dead in his heart
There was hope in 1t now as he walked
mad. rioting, preposterous hope, not 10
no gainsaid or subdued; the hope that
narbaps the visitor who awaited MN
was the only human being. he desired TO
see-the woman he loved.
Then he saw her 1t sounds so cheap
% write ii. but the sight of her stand
ing there in that sordid place, sim ana
Young and gracious, was like the sight OF
some white lily growing on a dust-heap'
lie stood staring at her and she at him,
and for the moment the world was piot-
ted out the official eavesdroppers and
evewitnesses forgotten.
Betty Speaks.
Il Was the woman who found her voice
first
Jack" she said, and again-"Jack!
Nothing more, but all her heart spoke
Ia his heart in that two-fold utterance of
hts name, 1t blotted out and healed for
ever that picture bitten in on his memory
nj her white face against Paul Saxe's
40 III tr-i,, ,,r,1,a Mt n
the man who held her unconscious in his
arms,
He made step forward, and caught her
4 hands. drawing her close to him.
"Betty-my poor girl 1 hardly dared
to dream it 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?
a hate to see you hereto think of you
here"
could you think | wouldn't come, Jack
after yesterday? oh, my darling! 1t
isn't true-it can't be true!"
Her voice faltered. Jacks hand hold
ing her. frightened it's grasp The very
necessity of aiding her courage gave
strength to his own.
It's bad dream, little girl he whis-
pered "a dream from which we shall
4 waken one day-above the stars.
"Jack'-she chung to him convulsively
3 how brave you are! And liam
such coward. Yesterday yesterday
q didn't dare to look at you-after all my
protestations- after-after"
Hush, hush!" He did not know how
TO 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 1 know the truth, however
plack circumstances may look-that am