The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 16, 1905, Page 4

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He does, and this national habit has contributed, more than anything else, toward making the Times powerful { Letters from readers are always welcome, whether the writer be indignant, pleased, sore, {n trouble or so happy he feels the editor ought to know about it, Long letters or short letters, sarcastic or sympathetic, In prose or verse, written in blood, ink or charcoal—all are cheerfully received, cageriy perused and impartially considered In a sense every issue of this newspaper ts a letter from the men who make it to those who read it, It Is made up of news, articles, editorials, business and other an nouncementé. Someof these interest You; some do not. But when you are interested—a whole lot ested—the newspaper letter to you becomes personal and calls for a reply. The editor sends you his views and information every week day tn the year. The only way to balance things up is, once in a while, to answer back. Yes, write to the editor. inter- THE CASE OF PAT CROWE The ubiquitous and cheerful Pat Crowe gives indication of a longing to settle down to a quiet and respectable life. He was a well-known crook even before he kidnapped the son of Millionaire Cudahy and got $25,000 ransom. He has never been captured, although a price has been upon his head, and, if broad in- timations contain any truth, the police authorities of several cities have long known where to lay hands upon him. His case only adds to evidence of the fact that a criminal with $25,000 in bis possession bears a charmed life. Crowe announces that he has been living in Chicago for three years, under the very noses of the most energetic detectives in the world. Maybe that accounts for his discovery that, after all, the law- abiding and respectable life is the only one that pays. How much he has been “bied” by the Chicago police he fs too great a stickler for the honor code of his profession to say. But his weariness of it fs strongly suggestive. The offer of a reward for the apprehension of a man who has first been furnished with $25,000 is a fine farce. Of course, the $25,000 could not appeal to police who are bonest. But neither could the reward. Honest police officials are supposed to do their best without special stimulus. People who might be able to reveal to the police the hiding place of a much-wanted criminal would do so, if they are honest, without reward. If they are dishonest, a blackmailing raid upon the $25,000 would be easier and more profitable. The cancer at the heart of the Pat Crowe case paying of the $25,000 ransom. Cudahy {9 a millionaire and could weil afford to gi for the return of his son. But in paying he put a high premium up. on kidnapping. He made the crime immensely profitable and at the same time gave the guilty man means of securing immunity from ar- rest. If the crime of kidnapping is ever to be made unprofitable and popular, statutory pressure must be brought to bear against the paying of ransoms. There are few Spartan fathers and mothers among us who would willingly sacrifice a child for the good of society, but no sacrifice would really be called for. The instant ransoming is stopped by law kidnaping will stop for ‘want of a motive. And then such a spectacle that of Pat Crowe, with a price on bis head and $25,000 in his possession, being for three years immune from arrest, with all the blackmail and bribery that is implied, will be spared us, PE on Girls G 0 0 $1.00 a Week Payments Eastern Outfitting Co., Inc. 422-424 PIKE STREET, COR, FIFTH “SEATTLE'S RELIABLE CREDIT HOUSE.” came with the any sum Clothes Women doys We Stand Between You and High Prices ‘There is a movement on foot to consolidate the laundry Interests of the city. That means a TRUST and higher prices if succeasful. We are now the only large laundry not in the combine. We are reapon- sible for the cut rates and want you to help us sustain them. UR CUT RATE OFFICES: Main Office, First and Bell. Downtown Office, Third near Pike St Shirts, 10 Cents; Collars, 2 Cente; Cuffs, 4 Cents. THE QUEEN CITY LAUNDRY © you or It costs you nothing. We pt THE SKATTLE 8 “A Sword Mislaid” BY AMBROSE PRATT. Copyright by the R, F. Penne Company. —_— (Continued from Yesterday.) j thinking nothing but of soothing her of, wet hor on my knees and CHAPTER VII—Continued rocked her in my arm: By-and-by, hours it seemed to me, for faith | was growing weary, she had quite 1 greeting, with the exception of af cecastonal tired sob B MIGHT try tho || stole a glimpse at her face at lant warvos were i land, as Tam a living man, she was pp carga oP f° 1 auloop! It took me a quarter I suggested, 00" | hour to realize the fact, and when I sho caught me UP | had thoroughly digested it I wasted , ait. | full another in trying to understand into | Thereafter I gave the matter up as 1 | beyond me und laid her gently down ok at | Upon the rug, so that she still slept | leat all that (0% smilling softly and happily as os od, |} had heard ts the habit ot slumber could be desired | ing infants, Pretty noon L tip-toed ed and what | quietly to the Inn, and having ¢ aad ven more | made the landiord cognizant of our important, entirely screened from | Whereabouts in case of contingen- | ps emt liga a on Se cies, I besought him for a lanthorn of lumber and with the ORS OUT CIDP led all back I berking piece 0 andl cletl with me to the retreat, anticipating hon that mademoiselle would wak a her » and spread a rug wit seat for the m | gry, and prefer to a Th was barely room for two, | feseo there than in that noxfou but 1 choose to stay without rather | CuPboard of a hostel. Sho was still than appear to press my company. |#0und, and I sat watching her tll But this ie ndid!” erjed | (ark, when T went to light the Clariase lanthorn and the clatter roused her I shrugged my shoul re it | “What has happe T” oh led. pleases you 1 am happy,” I said, | #arting up alarmed, “where 1 and commenced to march to and| I was busy with flint and steel fro, n too pleased, however, with | “Stil here,” I answered cheerily the rain | “nothing bas happened, I'm about self up in| to give you your supper.” Here the t | wiek caught and I glanced at her. | She was actually smiling, and she} before ten minutes had passed [| watched my movements delighted- | believed her the most selfish dame |ly. “Hungry?” I asked | al but I never aused in my/ ‘Oh, yes, mon Dieu! yon What} march and affected to be quite in- | have you to eat?” i Another five minutes of silence’ I examined the parcel, Mademoiselle the rug like a big squirrel herself to watch me. It is true that urled he ve, “Cheene, | { monsteur HERE FOR “WOULD MONSIEUR—IT—AH! T THERE IS ROOM wo.” butter i threw the stuff ur.” . promptly overboard) “and cress. e dis itations mons rhed my angry “You are very silent “And you also, mademoiselle,” [| “Splendid!” she cried, her eyes retorted. sparkling. There was not much af then, “Is it very wet out there, }fection about mademoiselle sust monsieur?” then. She ate a meal which would “Very,” 1 replied sourly have done credit to an old cam- ‘Well, chilly, mademoiselle.” | palgner, chattering all the while t is quite dry and warm In here, | ike a magpie. monsieur.” | IL confoss whei. she had fintshed I Mademoiselle has my felicita- | was lost in admiration, She drank tions on her good fortune,” I growl- | half the ale too, and pretended to and resumed my sentry-go. laugh at every discomfort, and mar- Ten minutes crawled by thistime,|velously pleased each with the then, in a very small voice inde other. “I'll tell you wh. I cried Would monsieur—it—oh!—there is |in a moment of enthusiasm, “ydt | room here for two.” | please me, mademotselle; you're & I suppose I was ill-tempered, for | brick.” I re with sarcasm, “I fear to} “And,” she cried with equal fevor, diseommode made moisel “But you will be all wet. nothing but a whisper. | “I like you too, monsieur; you ane 4 gentleman not to have kissed me/’ |and then she flushed crimson, face ‘Twas “I am already wet,” I replied | neck, forehead to the very roots of! sourly; “pray do not trouble your- | her hatr. self about me.” A moment later I “Eh, what?” I cried, quite agast heard a queer little smothered “Nothing,” she said, “nothing,” sound Mke a child's whisper, and | but turned her face from the light rning, to my amazement saw the} “Mademoiselle,” I said sternly, girl, her face in her hands sobbing| “Monsleur,” such a litte tay as it her heart would break. Was ever such a mixture? | have been playing with I ran to her at once. “You are crying. What is it?’ I demanded. glove [Ja I tried to draw away her hands, but | she only wept the more. I felt a useless brute and quite befoggled. | polaelle, you only pretend- asle wd “God save us! what is the matter?” | ‘Mademolselle, you are a very| I stammered. wicked girl I poke like the! “Oh, how wretched | am!" she | magistrate at the county It moaned. “Ev body hates me. | was very effective. She a “Hates you!” I gasped | whimper, “Yen; don’t say it is not true. You No doubt,” 1 proceeded sev would rather stay out there in the | “your tear so were a mock rain and be wet through than come} Silence | and sit in hore with me, you know} Well,” said I leaning back and you did—boo-hoo, boo-hoo!” | folding my arms, “all I have to say | What wasn man to do? What/ts this—I am disgusted with y could any man have done? The silence was broken by neith For me I confess I was fair be-|er of us, but of a sudaen tho land sido myself with range and pity and | lord of the inn crept before us like wonder, but plumping down beside|a ghost, whereupon the maid ‘her I picked the witch up just as if' screamed out tn terror, Even I she had been a veritable baby, and started, he had approached so ewsly, “In your honor mad he cried, “I warned yo not to let the light glim on the water, am@ here it is a beacon to tempt any passer Shiver my timber I ow it from my window, and it gave me a blue turn, Luckily I mew it in time; th venue cutter passes at 8 and it's nigh @ quarter to.” I mumbled out some excuse, for the fellow had warned me, and lit tle as I liked his tone, he meant i Let's shade it,” I « but we found this quite impossible, for & glare always showed out Either yo'll must sit in the dark or come up to the inn,” said the landlord, “but | warn ye, 1 be best here, there's a rough lot drink ing now, and more to follow.” 1 tur to the girl hall we 0 to the inn?” I asked curtly ‘Oh, no, not at she entreated. The landlord p »mptly doused the glim and left us, saying, “When the gent comes I'll bring him straight along ter your honor.” The silence was resumed, with the difference that now we were in im penetrable gloom, the only lights visible being the far-off gleams of ship lamps, and they were dimmed with the mist. Once the maid moved, beard her fetch a sigh once I Then after a long, dense pause, she muttered tremulously, “I'm so frightened, monsieur Believe me, there is no occas ion.” | replied rigidly Quite another hour passed, thea & pitiful little voice whispered, “I'm #0 sorry, won't you forgive me?” No. Ah, monsicur!” “No. Please, monsieur.” No.” | was aching to relent, though. Silence for five minutes, then a whisper—faint as a breath, “I wae wrong, { know; It was wicked of me; you may beat me if you like, 1 he © no desire to beat you, mademotselle.” “Then kiss forgive me! was in my arms, fondling me “Oh, Lam so frightened of the dark,” she moaned. “It is full of big eyes that glare at me so!” “Mademolselle,” I said sternly. “Yea, monaieur,” “If you wish me to forgive you, answer me 4 queatioa.” me—anything —only clinging to x You, monsieur.” “Haye you such a thing as a heart about yout” Why, yes, monsieur.” Oh! such in her voice; such inno- | cence! ‘Then how dare you trifle with » poor man like this? Kins me,” she whispered. But I was thoroughly exasperat- od"Tl be if I do coquette!” I cried sharply. She started away as from a blow, and for a while I sat there biting my lips at my brutality, “She ts only a child,” I reflected in utter you little | nelf-abasement, bat my cursed pride kept me tongue-tied. This for an hour while that baby suffered heaven knows what horrors in ter- ror of the dark. Then came a sudden splash as an eight-oar boat swept past us, leav- ing « long trail of phowphorescence in ite wake. She suppressed weream and caught my arm. “Oh, if monsieur would only let me hold his hand, she muttered, “I will be good, 80 good!” I caught the poor thing in my arms. ‘See here, baby,” I mutter 4, “I'm sorry I swore at you, will you forgive me?” - “Yes, monsieur.” Tears wore trickling down ber cheeks on to my hands. And look, I don't wapt to buy your kisses, child. I'm not such a ead as that.” N-no, monsieur, I know; * you were good and didn't kiss me while I was asleep.” Pretended to sleep,” I corrected. But she did not answer, only nes- tled closer to me, entirely content with her circumstances so far as I could judge. “You don’t hate me very much, you, monsieur?" “Hate you! don't be foolish, child Women are never satisfied; I had Just imagined her content. ‘It will ived how false my conclus “Do you think am I at all pretty, monsieur?” she asked after a long pause. Very." T ured her “Men like to kiss pretty women mc ur. Is it not so? 1 smothered a laugh. That is a weakness of most of my sex, Nove “Then you must hate me some,” Observed mademot with a note of triumph fn her voi “Why,” I demand “Because you have refused to kiss me.” It was dark and I could not see her face, but I really hope that blushed; she assured me subse quently that she did, and as sho blushed when she gave mo the as surance I belive it possible, For me her words brought the old Adam to my soul, There came a buzzing in my ears, my blood danced, my nerves jingled to the old, familiar tune, I raised her chin with my | hand and brought her face to mine, then stopped and kissed upon the lips. Heavens, the magic of that kt Its very memory has ever si been powerful to stir my heart, to warm my body through and her full and the amazing child | through Ike a deop rich wine, In that caroas I sold my- solf—brain, hoart and soul | doop in @ loyo that bag never faded jand, while I liye, will never fade And she, the witch, kissed me too. I think, I am ly but sho sighed deep, low and long, and hid her thereafter on my shoulder Thus we reste aven ong! 1 flight ¢ the arcely sure, was not time. 1 atinfled a moe while and | vow knows how aclous of the who b she for even yet she was not Why did not you pt?” she murmured was utterly reproachful ad then remem on, with the last thrust her from I t In time, ly a moment passed b came ‘the splash of oarnp| We mt ' ly trave Promotes DigestionCheerfiu- ee ey st ness and Rest. Contains neither Ty. shit o sia eig geld toapteasad iy | Opmm,Morphine nor Mineral, Deven he called | Nor NAncoric, Here red t . that's not | cee af Olek Tr SAMUEL AT ae He was above me, standing on a Penphia Sad againet the sky 1 saw him start distinctly aa if in surprise Fool that I am! he muttered then more loudly f course not. Is my sister there? Ie the boat some Your sister is here, 1 fancy the boat is apy hing.” I returned At that instant o light gleamed and the burly landlord appear carrying 4 lanthorn, which he way e4 some sort of signal. Another moment and a ship's boat shot in to the rays. A man standing in the bows held some converse with the landiord, who presently came to us. “Hurry!” he eried. “You are Inte already on account of the mist, and Masters Is anxious to catch the tide.” D’Arras hurriedly kissed his sin ter and handed her tnto the boat I at i in er her and the | The appearance of the man sur- prised me; his face was very pale, and by the lanthorn rays | saw |fresh spilt blood wet upon his | nleeve. Hullo!” I erled, “an secident?” “A little affair,” he muttered, seemingly much disconcerted, but further question on my part was impossible, for the boat sprang away, and a moment after we were in the heart of the mist CHAPTER VIIt TRAVELING WITH CUPID. Jobn Masters, or Cock-eye, as I | prefer to call him, was all through our voyag fined to his ham- much as guessed at | Had he and seen fit to practice his revenge, he would have found me a helpless subject for two | days at least. Five days our jour- | ney lasted, for soon after we start jed a gale sprang up and dr the poor Cuckoo into the North Sea, a tempestuous region of pestilent fogs jand wrecks and great driving mountains of waves. | had only one small grain of sat- isfaction tn my distress—Mademol- selle d’Arras was, if possible, more il than me, I am aware that such 4 confidence displays me in a sel- fish aspect. But I can afford to be natural. It is impossible for one man to comtain all the virtues. On the third day out the wind changed, and with al: possible dis- patch our course was shifted south agnin. On the fourth day the waves were not worthy of the name, and I was so far recovered as to look for- ward to meals which consisted of «alted meats and board-like biscuits that amelied of whey and tasted of weevils. Mademoiselle made her first ap- pearance about dusk, wrapped up es in furs and furbelows my identity. Jone #0, To my paze she did not look ill at all, but she was pale, and a little | hesitating, a little bashful “Lh you are quite recovered,” T cried eagerly. “Quite, monsleur; and you?” Oh.” I observed airtly, “I am splendid. The sea always with me.” Ah she said with a touch of malice, “I am so glad to hear that, because I was ling so sorry for you, I saw you from my cabin win- dow and you were so sick.” T bowed to the ground ‘Tomor- row, if the wind holds and we meet no Bnglish cruiser, we shall be in France.” Her eyea sparkled. “I wonder what the empress is like,” she cried. You should have opportunity of Judging very soon.” Oh, how I hope What, mademoiselle?” “That she will be nice to me.” I do not doubt it. She cannot holp herself when once she sees you. How I should like to share your triumphs!” The girl's face clouded, but she said nothing. Will you be very glad selle, to part from me?” I tried to see her eyes, | Were turned away. | “Not glad,” she murmured. mademoi- but they Nor jeved?” 1 was feeling sentimental. Why, yes, monsieur, I shall be quite sorry,” and she glanced at me defiantly. Mademoiselle does me too much honor, but she is wrong, mademol sello will forget me in two days in the triumphs awaiting her.” “Two days! That is a very long time,” cooed the girl “Vixen!” T mut Then aloud, “You are right I would be a fool to expect so much indulgence from the future crown princess of She stred at me. “You are mad, monsiour! I the For answer I put abruptly into her hand the letter waich I should havo returned to her brother but which he had forgotten to demand She read as if sho could scarce believe her eyes, then stammered indignantly, “Henri told me noth- ing of this; it was cruel! it was wrong of him! And you per marriage is arranged I congratu- draught of ota|[ miles agrees that your 00 Drops) pe Sone Nag beneeion is | sluttin IM} the Food and Reg ula. | tig the StomAchs and Bowels of | * l i A fect Remedy for Const pete go Nan Worms Convulsions Feverish- ness and LOSS OF SLEEP. Signature of r the count we enn 4 down to shake my hand. | - late mademotselle on the happiness in store for her.” But she was in a tempest on in stant. “Stop!” she eried, her eyes hing fire. “How dare you. sieur? I to be bought and sold! It is insolent!” She tore the paper to shreds, “I swear I shall not be the } it% STAR DUST mock with his wound, and never so | i | “Madame,” sald the stern judge | you are accused of violating the eity ordinance by running your automobile at the rate of 47 miles an hour. Are you guilty or not guilty? Mrs. Watters Stockton, the proud society queen, raised her chin high in the air and her eyes flashed as she replied, in a voice as cold and firm as though she were giving or | ders to her butler, “Guilty.” Madame,” said the judge, “you are the first woman who bas faced me for scorching, but that fact does not affect me in the least. Nor do jl care because your husband is | worth $50,000,000. And I am in- | formed that you are worth $30,000,- 000 in your own name. Madame, the | size of your fortune does not inter est me fn the least. Nor will it ause me to treat you more lenient- ily than if you were a woman ar~- rested for stealing bread for your }starving children. You sped down ja crowded street, and, worst of all | just as the childr who had been | dismissed from a neighboring school thor- | were crossing that crowded yughfare. You endangered not only men and women, but the defense- lems children, and [ shall treat you }with as much severity as though }you were a man. You are fined $10 and costs.” A WORD FROM JOSH WISE. When a man gets t th’ point th’t peo- ple call ‘im “a nice old pop,” he'd better quit work an’ spend his time teilin’ stories to his gran’children. “Your dressmaker is at least a mathematician, if not an artist.” “What do you know about dressmaker?” “Not much, but I can see from your dress that she's good at fig- ures.” my Be kind to the railroads, too, Maybe they'll send you to the legis- lature. And if you should be olected judge they'll send you an annual pass, Some statistician has figured that verage married life laste for 28 years. Of course, he Includes the marriage after the first divorce, And now let us turn from the hour glass walsts to the pitchers and the hour glass arms. UOB HB Is. ylor has moved to the Not tingham farm west of here.—Vint jta, LT. Leade “Gentlemen,” said the of the citizens’ meeting, “if we wish to get better service and facilities from the street car com pany wo must actin harmony. Re- member the oki motto, ‘United we stand, divided we fall.’ airman ardon me,” interrupted the itizen from the 44th ward, “you undoubtedly mean, ‘United we sit, {CASTOR 2 mon- | ———— [ For Infants and Children, ——— ae ON The Kind You ta Always Bought Bears tho Use For Over Thirty Yearg Puppet they think ma |—~1—how | dare they? I hate taem oy They | shall see!” She looked 80 sweet a spitfire as she imped her foot up on the deck that I could have kiggad ber to death in admiration, | (To be Continued) = fi Ba |. ve P wh {divided we stand’ } ! 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