Casper Daily Tribune Newspaper, March 22, 1923, Page 10

D. he 5 P de Pp Che Caspet Datly Cribune THURSDAY, MARCH 22, 1923. HILLS OF HA! BY SAMUEL MERWIN hor of “The Read to Frontenac,” “The Honty Bee,” Etc. INSTALLMENT NO. EIGHT. WHO'S WHO he led her up the steps of Betty Doar ter of m-|the little building at the end of the r courtyard and into the corridor. Here's John with hot water,” I leay su'll—come ‘or dinner, yes. “F Jonathan Brachey, a wr Betty tried to set the dingy room to ru rights. She tidied herself as best she I and then waited, tells 8 1 little time then, the tears < 1 is nhindered. ‘That ‘her father, t that strong splendid man, cou'd have T F/been casually slain by yagabonds in fe Chinese emed now, as it had « 1 neredibh ¢ 1© Sensation of rootlessness was ¢ r. Now it was complete. There self y ¢ 0 tle to hold her to life. Only I man on whom, moved by she 5 : motion, without a thought of se'f t (she thought now) with utter un oning selfishness, she had fastene¢ f. Elmer Boatwright, 1 Doane, Griggsby Boatwright had called her bad) couldn't be true. © coul mR. GooGie , I'M SO GAD You CAME = ‘I WANT You To MEET MR GOoFER .4 VERY DEAR FRIEND OF THe FAmnY = HES r (IN RACING & Wei, tan GooGce Veer mucw (ATeResTED Have AN ANIMAL Herr XI Wourd Uke 99 BARNEY GOOGLE--Bamey Strikes a Sour Note. Sich MR. Gooste HAPPEN To MN ANIMAL Amount You PAPERS RIGHT Now, C SPARK PLUG AGAINST FOR ANY, THe Ye PARDON ME, GENTLEMES. my Lerrce Sister (5S CALLING Te ALL RIGHT THis (s tay Sister, MR: GooGce SHE Ge CATERTAI You - 5M Gone THe Maries By Billey De Beck MiTHsR GooGre DYE WANT ME. = To Thine A THeNt £) a —\ FiNauy DECWED ON A AR TODAY— — PipPin Too— | Emotion had caught her. . SHOULDN'T HAVE GONE ke a net. Yet now the only thing! SO Hich AS 463, 000 ramis. that had justified this step beau s way ful sober passion that had drawn her mn .,“@5 to the one mate, was clouded. For he : had ¢ He had wn away Ms 4 They » of love ‘i , F . His forma’ s hurt her. Noth nd ng could help her but love; and love aeeee te (eas thile) hter| Perhaps was gone. i. to| His door opened. He stepped across eat Bra ceacts from|the corridor and tapped at hers. She ae hurried to open it. All impulse, she at -- pete Jreached out a hand; then, chilled, ‘ I then ght again in the dishearteningly " I Cr then | 1 mood of the day, drew it bi | ¥or he stood stiffiy there, clad tn with smooth wnne shirt-front and little k tie. He d for dinne! | “There is a villag this side of Ping Yang " Brackey Id pass through it 1 up word that a Looker band 1 there, and Mr. said. right orde d Betty, te des to go [a It will mean still road, after to: ur to the south ther night on the ww. I am sorry.” Brachey’s| stepped,|rasping qualit Utter.| it had been w nd] there in his yo'ce, thougt tur r nothing e’se. a short distance Po te'ls “Ordinarily we | but he has he y be best for us to make a She had lately forgotten the slightly at she had first heard Now it seemed to her that she What a — WHaT Care SNAPPY Elcut "— PRelty Beueve me—!! Boar—— — WHAT'S THE Matter -Does HE THINK I'S, A Bum Buss mi SL OLLAE WINNS PERO E eS = OH DEAR, UNCLE PETEY:! Nov DION'T REALLY BUY A Hokum -EIcHT— 7— OH DEAR" — THAT'S too BAD—THE SMITHS ExT Door JUST GoT ONE i, i i jmamy'} { A IN Simecy Must GET Some- THinc DiFFERENT— TINIE OF HAVING A CAR JUST LIKE OSE SMITHS-ITS IMPOSSIBLE | Mh, ( j Ni) |Company, Ping Yang, Hans!, and fur h|ther that cablegrams from Amer! were to be forwarded immediately by wire, | He hoped for word that his freedom urth| blind force was t that had thrust them | dirty, joined the} so w apart? After those ardent,| t to be Mr. P heart-breaking hours together] 1 | { hour was rd; tho | I own can! and then, of course, clear|hour, when the 1 settled at their “They sat for a long time with her head talking of the mystery, their mystery, of love » French leave,’ hed out for a moment; he sald tior for a moment at a time. She centered on & her, It m that made rigidly to to him along was the fineness in the task. But it that was the thing. was a task enough about emma back there at T’ainan. nent of leaving the ng off into the hil's mething vital wn ar last to polite. n Spoke of the food. t or personal word heard his voice she thought leave you now. You must b She waited, holding her breath. i you must get what sleep f}you can. I trout Att mé think we shall » here.’ have no this he stood for a long mo- n't think why, Then y closing the door a d then Betty dropped down b the table and ‘et the tears Brachey's spirit, In turn, had now ) the cc sunk 6 low that he had John serve eparately with brenifast, and Aravan was ready {t was t that he handed 1 € they swung out on the high ® I he telegraphed his Shanghai e, it!bankers that his address would be in care of M.’Pourmont clearly enough that his whole} the need of him hold himself so And his reticence! It was his atti. tude—or was it hers?—that had made all day. They the Ho Shan piness. This was inevitable, second inn, even more difficu’t in gloomy silence. | ally Betty pushed her plate aw: and ro: over to the pape: window and stared out. Brachey got slowly to h's feet;; stood le. He couldn't raise his "'y cou’d not think. This, | the final severe test of his it exhibited him 4s a , and 1 not look up. »— "John!" at are we to do?” He met this w'th a sort of mental dishonesty: “‘Well—tf all goes well, we shall be safe at Ping Yang within! | forty-eight hours.” “I don’t mean that.” ‘Well. . | “I shouldn't have come.” “I can’t let you say that." “It's true, Can't we be honest?” The question stung h'm “We've got to go on, at least as as Ping Y: “But we n't be toge fa mu n." he said her— She glanced ut him, ‘then away. “no. not even like this. We have no right to indulge our moods. I'm | going to be real'y honest now. We'ro in from these natives. But mall thor | She moved hand. . abe murmured "The real danger is to you. And from me. Oh, my God, child you're jin danger from me!” He covered his | face with his hands; then steadied | himself and rose “I can't stay here | and talk with you like this. Already I've injured your name beyond re- pa'r.”” | “[ see what you mean, But that| yes ‘Of course | isn't what I was tninxing of. No, please let me say this! It wouldn't be honest too, As for that—hurting be honest too. As tor that—hurinig me— I came with my eyes open.” “Oh, Betty—" “Please! I did, I deliberately de-| | clded to come with you. I knew they'd talk, but I didn’t care—much. You see T had already made up my mind way we've felt, You came way out that we were to be marrie1 We'd have to be, once you were free. Tho to T’ainan-fu and then you didn’t go “Perhaps you've hurt me," she went on. “I don't know, But I am be- ginning to see that I've wrecke’ your life. I'm your fob, now, Those thingn you sald on the sh'p have been ing up in my mind. You sald, ‘If an friend of mine—man or woman—can’t win his own battles, he or she had better go. To hell, if it comes to; | that."”" | There was a long silence: then, abruptly, without a word, without even a change of expression on his gloomy face he left the room. That night was Betty's Gethsemane Again and again she lived through thelr strange quarrel over the half eaten dinner here in her room. Her, mind phrased and rephrased the wild strong things sho had sald to him. And these phrases now stung her, hurt her, as had none of his, | But once azain, after hours of toss- ing on the narrow folding cot—his cot—sleep of a sort came to her, She Jala not wake until half a hunttred beams of sunshine were streaming in ‘Then her eyes rested on a bit of white paper under the door, She quickly drew {t In, and read as fol Denr Little Girl— course snw this evening y imposs!b'e for moe to speak rationally in matters of the at fections, It 1s equally clear that, by indulging ‘my feelings toward you I have brought you nothing but unhap: As Ij GASOLINE fe WALT AN’ MIS BLOSSOM | AINT DOIN'SO GOOD | {| DON'T KNOW WHAT'S THE MATTER. THEY AIN'T KEEPIN’ COMPANY LIKE THEY WAS ew WHAT WE GOIN’ DO? 1 DONE EVERY THIN 1 COULD! MANDY, YOU AN ME GOT TO BO SOMETHIN’ WALT AN’ mis BLOSSOM SEEM TO BE FALLIN’ OUT uel WE GOT TO THINK OF SOMETHIN’! GO AHEAD AN’ THINK AIN'T. You THOUGHT OF NOTHIN’ YET? | | YOU AIN'T MUCH | ey, SH! I'M GOIN TO THINK OF SOMETHIN IN EST A MINUTE HAROLD TEEN—IT’S CATCHING. TUT! TUT! SINCE THEY DUG UP KING TUT, THESE DAMES Have WINNIE WINKLE, THE BREADWINNER. IM GLAD OF ONE THING - DOLORES DRAN WONT FALL Foe THIS TUT STUFF -SHE WAS TH ONLY GIRL 1 KNow OF WHo DIDNT Go WiLD WER THE SHEBA SHUFFLE THe | SHEIK, To-DAY 1S JUST 15 YEARS THIS 1 SUPPOSE THE FIRM {5 IN BUSINESS AND L'VE BOSSES GAVE BEEN WITH'EM EVER SINCE THEY YOU A PRESENT STARTED !! pars oi YES, HERE'S WHAT THEM CHEAP SKATES: DIDN'T THEY? ©1grs-cmerso-Twavde, wrote you before I am not a social | fg. ‘This fact was never so clear as T must be alone, “As for the course you mus tpur-| and in wishing that you may at some | first phrase, ® of coursa, to go on as | far as Ping Yang. There 1 will leave you, It may prove possible, de- spite the malignant enmity Mrs Boatwr Pourmont the eng . and the others that we are guilty of nothing more than an error of Judgment in an extremoly dif: fleult wltuation, Certainely 1 shall mand the utmost respect for you, ht, to convinces M do “I can not trust myself to write/ eyes rested on the cool signature, further, without so much as a “sincerely “I will merely add, in conclusion, | yours,",and then she looked at that ‘My Dear, Dear Little Girl" and then her eyes gow misty and she amiled, faintly, tenderly, later timo find a mate who can bring into your life the qualities which you must have {n order to attain happ!-| Suddenly, this morning, life had ness, an@ which I unquestionably | changod color; the black mooi was Kk, that I shall hope, in time for! gone like an {Ines that had passed your forgiveness, Without that | tts climax, The curious antagonism should hardly caro to live on, in their talk the evening before had, ‘Jonathan Brachey.” | it seemed, cleared the alr— at least Boberly Betty read and reread this curious letter, Then for » sevment her for her, And now, all at once—she wea beginning ty feel quietly but! Something to Look Forward To WHAT DO YA THINK OF THAT. FOR A PRESENT, MISS WINKLE 2 15 QUST LIKE THEM, ISN'T LT? slowingly exultant about {t —nothing | mattered, ate in the aftenoon—they were riding down an open valley—he ap peared beside tho litte: rmpulstvely she reached out her hand, He guided his pony closo; lennec owe, and grip ped it warmly, So it was thar themsolyes, In the evening after dinner, sat for a long time with hee tory on his shoulder dreamly talking of the mystery, their mystery, of love. “Tt had to be," she finally conclud: ed. He was silent. At last, after mid- night, in a eplrit of deepest conse- cration, he held her gently in his arms, kissed her good night and went to his own room, Copyright, 1922, by lente, Inc, e. unaccountably to tho spirits of these two “1 from acute depres: altation that, however sobered by elroumstance, touched tho skirte of ocwtasy, tho Bell Syn- (A Great Rattle Story in Tom | row's Inetallment, :.