The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 9, 1913, Page 8

THE STAR’S SATURDAY SHORT STORY At first nobody knew him; then the Hotchkisses knew him, and then it seemed as if everybody had always known him. He was first noticed sitting in the warm corner made by Wilcox’s annex Pairs or trios of people, bare- headed, their tennis clothes mostly covered from view by clumsy coonskin coats, pass- ing Willcox’s, would break in upon whatever else they may have been saying to make such remarks as: “He can't be, or he wouldn't be at Will- cox's;" or contradictorily: “He must be, or he'd do something besides sit in the sun”; or, “Don’t they always have to drink lots of milk?” or, “Anyway, they're quite positive that it's not catch- ing”; or “Poor boy, what nice hair he's got.” The suspicion that this in- teresting young man was a consumptive was set aside by Willcox himself. He told Mrs. Bainbridge that Mr. Masters was recuperating from a very/ stubborn attack of typhoid. So Mrs. Bainbridge drove out to Miss Langrais’ tea at the golf club, and passed on the glad tidings with an addition of circumstantial detail. Mis- ter Masters had been sick for many months at—she thought —the New York hospital. Mister Masters never re- membered to have passed so lonely and dreary a February. The sunny South was a medi- cine that had been prescribed and that had to be swallowed. Aiken on the label had looked | inviting enough, but he had found the contents of the bot- tle distasteful in the extreme. “The South is sunny,” he wrote to his mother, “but, oh, my great jumping grand- mother, how seldom! And it’s cold, mummy, like being beaten with whips. You were right about the people here all being kind; they are all the same kind. I know them all mow—by sight; but not by) name, except, of course, some | who are stopping at Will- cox’s. “But in spite of all this there is a truth that must be ken. I feel a thousand) better and stronger than | when I came. I have no one to talk to but your letters. So don’t stint me. Stint me with money if you can (here I defy ), but for the love of leaven keep me posted. If you will promise to write UR MORRIS an insulting face at little Miss Blythe “Some men,” said she, say ‘Boo’ to a goose,” Little Miss Blythe had many brothers and sisters; no money, as we reckon money; and only such’ prospects as she herself might choose from ip numerable offers. She was little; her figure looked best in athletic clothes (low neck didn’t do well with her, be-| cause her face was tanned so brown) and she was strong and quick as a pony. All the year round she kept herself ir. the pink of condition (“overkept herself,” some said), dahcing, walking, run ning, swimming, playing all games and eating to match. She had a beautiful clean-cut face, not delicate and to be hidden and coaxed by veils and soft things, but a face that looked beautiful above a severe Eton collar, and at any distance. | Foolish people said that she had no heart, merely because | no one had as yet touched it.) Wise people said that when she did fall in love, sparks would fly Nothing would have aston- ished hee world more than to learn that little Miss Blythe had a secret, darkly |hidden quality of which she| }was dreadfully ashamed. At heart she was nothing if not sentimental and romantic. And often when she was thought to be sleeping the dreamless sleep of the trained athlete who stores up energy for the morrow’s contest, she was sitting at the windows in her nightgown, looking at the moon and weaving all sorts of absurd adventures about herself and her partic- ular fancy of the moment. And at 23 it was high time for her to marry and settle down. First, because she couldn’t go on playing games| and showing horses forever, | and, second, because she/a wanted to. But with whom she wanted to marry and set- tle down she could not for | the life of her have said. Sometimes she thought that it would be with Mr. Bia, don. He was rich and he was ja widower; but wherever she went he managed to go, and) he had some of the finest horses in the world, and he/| wouldn’t take no for an answer. Sometimes she said) to the moon: | “I'll give myself a year, and “can't SITTING CONTENTEDLY AND NEITHER OF THEM BAYING AS MUCH AS Posed by Pauline Frederick, called the most Wi th Miss Fred Illustrator of the American girl. ture Company. place her with little Miss | there is no redder danger sig- | Blythe, not to supplant her. To his three young children he was a perfect father. But when Mister Masters entered (so timidly to the eye, | but really so masterfully) into little Miss Blythe's life, she could no longer tolerate the idea of marrying Mr. Blag- don. All in a twinkle she knew that horses and yachts and great riches could never make up to her for the loss of a long, bashful youth with crooked smile. Her own mind was made) up from the first; even to going through any number of |“ awful scenes with Blagdon. | But as time passed and her tentions (I shall have to) call it that) to Mister Mas-| ters made no visible progress, there were times when she was obliged to think that she would never marry anybody/ hat all. nal than a sight of the object of his affections sitting con- tentedly with another man and neither of them saying as much as “Boo” to the! other. saw them together he thought; the second time he felt; the third time he came| forward graciously smiling. “Don't you ride, Mister Masters?” said Mr. Blagdon. “Of course,” said the shy one, blushing. “But I'm not to do anything violent before | June.” “Sorry,” said Mr. Blagdon, “because I've a string of pon- ies that are eating their heads | off. Id be delighted to mount you.” Miss Blythe looked serene-| ly up. “I never saw such a fellow as you, Bob,” said she, “for | putting other people under ob- iligations, When I think of | One reason for his awful|the weight of my personal ones bashfulness and silence was) that certain people had told I shudder.” She smiled inno- cently and looked up into his The first time Blagdon | BOO” TO THE OTHER, autiful woman in America by Harrison Fisher, Noted ick Is Earle Willlame, star of the Vitagraph Moving Pic “Very honorable bankrupts, | said he carelessly, “always pay | what they can on the dollar.” The next day, there being jsome dozens of people almost in earshot, Mr. Blagdon had an opportunity to speak to lit- \tle Miss Blythe. Under the jcircumstances, the last thing she expected was a declara- tion; they were in full view lof everybody; anybody might stroll up and interrupt. | “Phyllis,” said he, “you have been looking about you since lyou were seventeen. Will I do?” “Oh, Bob!” she protested. “I have tried to do,” said he, not without a fine ring of manliness. “Have made good?” She smiled bravely and looked as nonchalant as pos- sible; but her heart was beat- ing heavily. “I've liked |friends—so much,” |“Don't spoil it.” “T will make you happy,” he I being good she said. “Yes, I suppose they Let me off for now, Bob. |ple are looking at us. Give me two weeks, think about nothing els “Thank you,” he said. wo weeks. That will be full moon, I shall ask all Aiken to a-picnic in the woods . and—and if your answer is to be my happiness, why, you shall come to me, and |say ‘Bob—drive me home, will you?” “And if it's the other answer, Bob?” He smiled in his usual ban- tering way. “If it’s the other, why — you — you home.” She laughed joyously, and he laughed, just as if nothing but what was light and amus- jing was in question between them. | ~* om Along the Whiskey Road the whole floating population of Aiken moved on horseback or wheels through the sweet- smelling dark to Mr. Bob Blagdon’s picnic in Red Oak Hollow. Blagdon had preceded his guests by half an hour, and was already at the scene of the picnic. The night was hot with heaviness. It was clear and bestarred. Furthermore, jit was so still that candles burned without flickering. Peo- I shall Phyllis— can walk | A table thirty feet long and| |low to the ground so that peo- ple sitting on rugs could eat jfrom it with comfort, stood | beneath the giant red oak that gave a name to the hollow. |The white damask and the sil- ver and cut glass gleamed in the light of dozens of candles. The flowers were Marechal Niel roses. At the last moment, when to have been any later would have been either rude or acci- dental, little Miss Blythe's voice was heard. Miss Blythe blinked at the lights and looked very beauti- ful. She was all in white and wore no hat. She had a red rose at her throat. She was grave for her—and silent. The truth was that she had during the last ten minutes made up her mind to ask Blag- don to drive her home when the picnic should be over. She} had asked Masters to drive out with her; and how much hted him nobody except Mister do. | WITH ILLUSTRATION POSED BY MISS PAULINE FREDERICK as a bad job! At Mister Masters, now seated near the other end of the table, she lifted shy eyes; but he was looking at his plate and crumbling a piece of bread It was like saying good-by, She was silent for a moment; then, smiling with a kind of reckless gayety, she lifted her glass of champagne and turned to the host “To you!” she said. Delight swelled in the breast of Mr. Bob Blagdon. He raised his hand, and from a neighbor- ing thicket there rose abruptly the music of banjos and gui- tars and the loud, sweet sing- ing of negroes. Toward dessert nothing was to be heard but the exclama- tion: “For Heaven's sake, look at the moon!” “Did you ever see anything like it?” No one remembered to have seen the moon so large or so bright. Atomized silver poured like tides of light into the sur- rounding woods; and at the same time heavenly odors of flowers began to move hither and thither, to change places, to return, and pass, like disem- bodied spirits engaged in some tranquil and celestial dance. . finally she had given him up| | tightened “Do you see old Mr. Bla over there?” she said final to Mister Masters. “He's pr tending not to watch us, but he’s watching us like a lynx, Did you ever start a piece of / news “Nev ters “It would be rather fun," said little Miss Blythe. “For instance, if we held hands for a moment Mr. Black would see it, and five minutes later « everybody would know about Sad Mister Masters screwed h courage up to the stickin point, and took her hand his, Both looked toward Bj as if inviting him to notida “There,” said little Miss Blythe, her hand Mas- ¢ said Mister But Masters’ fingers upon it, and she {could feel the pulses beating It was not wholly by acci-| ident that Mister Masters found | |himself alone with little Miss|and had a rush of color to the Blythe. Emboldened by the gayety of the dinner and then jby the wonder of the moon, he had had the courage to hurry to her side; and, though there his courage had failed utterly, his action had been such as to | deter others from joining her. | So, for there was nothing else to do, they found a thick rug and sat upon it, and leaned their backs against a log. Little Miss Blythe had not yet asked Blagdon to drive her home. Though she had made up her mind to do so, it would only be at the last possible moment of the twelfth hour. It was now that eleventh hour in| which heroines are rescued by, But Mister Mas-| bold lovers. ters was no bolder in their tips. She knew that people were looking, but she felt brazen, unabashed, and happy. Mister Masters’ grip tightened; it said: “My mas- ter has a dozen hearts, and they are all beating for you.” To return that pressure was, not an act of little Miss) Blythe's will. She could not help herself. Her hand said to Masters: “With the heart —with the soul.” Then she was frightened and ashamed, face. “Let go,” she whispered. But Masters leaned toward her, and, though he was trembling with fear and awe and wonder, he found certain courage and his voice was wonderfully gentle and tender, and he smiled and he whis- pered: “Boo!” . Only then did he set her hand free. For one reason there was no need now of so slight a bondage; for another, Mr. Blagdon was approaching | them, a little pale but smiling. He held out his hand to little Miss Blythe, and she took it. “Phyllis,” said he, “I know than a/your face so well that there is mouse. And the moon sailed no need for me to ask, and for higher and higher in the heav- | you—to ens. “Isn't it wonderful?” little Miss Blythe. “Wonderful!” “Just smell it!” “Umm.” jeyes wandered over to deny.” He smiled |upon her gently, though it cost said him an effort. “I wanted her |for myself,” he turned to Mas- | ters with charming frankness, “but even an old man’s selfish \desires are not proof against Her sad, rather frightened the eloquence of youth, and I the find a certain happiness in Masters himself. She had dur-|noisy group of which Blagdon | | saying from the bottom of and was withdrawing ¢ . b SN every day I will tell you the name of the prettiest girl in Aiken. She goes by eight times every day, and she looks my way out of the cor- mer of her eye. And I pre- tend to be reading and try very hard to look handsome and interesting.” Such was the usual trend of | said. as it never en- ing the last few weeks given) was the grave and silent cen-| my heart—bless you, my chil- ‘tered your dear head that some him every pepertanity which ios ae knew that little Miss dren. time you must give me an her somewhat unconventional | Blythe would keep her prom- | h peop! answer?” : soul could sanction. In a hun-|ise. He believed in his vse two tried amr ps She nodded her dear head, dred ways she had shown him that her decision would be) «; am géing to end you ee for she was very honest that she liked him immensely; favorable to him; but he was ciiver Po rath ye th “I suppose so,” she said. and well—if he liked her in the |watching her where she sat|tspie” said eg “for a weddi 6 “A decision is expected from same way, he would have man-|with Masters and knew that | centant to. tend wou oF ing us,” said-he. “People are grow- aged to show it, in spite of his {his belief in what she would |Prerte ” He A kad pn no ing tired of our long backing shyness. The drive out had | decide was not strong enough P x lif at the end of that time I him it was only a question of don’t like regs better than time before little Miss Blythe Bob, why . "Or, in| would become Mrs. Bob Blag- a different mood, “I'm tired of don. “She's always been everything I do; if he hap-|fond of him,” they said, “and pens to ask me tomorrow I'll/of course, he can give her say yes.” everything worth having.” So Then there came into this|vhen he was with her he felt ung woman's life Mister |a. if he was with an engaged Ma sters. And he blushed his | girl. face. “When people can’t pay their debts they have to go through bankruptcy, don't they? And then their debts all have to be forgiven.” Mr. Blagdon felt as if an! icy cold hand had been sud-| denly laid upon the most sens-| itive part of his back; but hh expression underwent his letters. “But that one dated March 7 began with the fol- l-wing astonishing statement: “I love Aiken. . Pius and went on to explain why. | But Mister Masters was not allowed to love Aiken until he had come through the whole gauntlet of gossip. But finally the real truth about him, or something like it, got out; and the hatchet of sus- picion was buried, and there ‘was peace in Aiken. This was the truth that got out about Mister Masters. He was a nephew of the late Bishop Masters. His mother, on whom he was dependent, was very rich; she had once been prominent in society. He was 30, and was good at games. He did not work at anything. So he was something that | Aiken could understand and mepreciate’ A young man who| ‘was well-born, who didn’t have to work—and who didn’t want to. Aiken took a great fancy to Mister Masters. First because Aiken was giving him a good time and, second, because he was really good company when you got him well cor- nered and his habitual fright had worn off. But gradually he became al- most at ease with nearly every- body; and in the aes way enjoyed himself ugely. But the prettiest girl in Aiken had very hard work with him. I don’t mean that the pair fat or stood or walked in ab-| solute silence. Indeed, little Miss Blythe could never be silent for a long period nor per- mit it in others, but I mean that with the lines and the machinery of a North Atlantic liner, their craft of propinquity made about as much progress as a scow. “No,” said little Miss Blythe, upon being sharply cross- ques- tioned by Mrs. Hotchkiss, “he practically never does say any- thing.” Mrs. Hotchkiss dug a little round hole in the sand with her long black cane, and made' shyest, | blush and smiled his crooked smile and looked at her when | she wasn't looking at him | (and she knew that he was looking) and was unable to) |say as much as “Boo” to her; | tand in the hidden = itl fe |her nature that whi had always longed vue And | pened, and became, and was. And one night she said to the moon: “I know it isn’t proper for me to be so at- tentive to him, and I know) everybody is talking about it, but—” and she rested her| beautiful brown chin on her) shapely, strong, brown hands, | and a tear like a diamond) |stood in each of her unbeliev- ably blue eyes, and she looked jat the moon, and said: “But| jit’s Harry Masters, or—bust!” Mr. Bob Blagdon, the rich | widower, had played a wait- ing game; he knew very well that beneath her good nature |little Miss Blythe had a proud temper and was to be won| by the man who should make | himself indispensable to her. She is an honest girl, he told himself, and she is always put- | ting herself under obligations to me. Let her. ride down lover’s lane with young Blank or young Dash, she will not be able to forget that she is| on my favorite mare, | Miss Blythe liked him be-| cause she was used to him ar< because he could talk |sense. But she was afraid of him because she knew he exnected her some day, and because she knew other people, including |her own family, expected this of her. Sometimes she felt ready to take unto herself) all the horses and country | places and automobiles and | yachts, and in a life lived re- |gardless of expense to bury} jand forget her better self. | |But more often she wished! by, one desperate effort to free | herself forever from the en-| | tanglement. | Mr. Bob Blagdon was con-| |sidered a good fellow. There is no reason to doubt that he |}was a good husband to his first wife, and wished to re- | to marry him|*' But what was hidden from Mister Masters was presently obvious to Mr, Blagdon and |to others. TRY “RED- LiGH 9. TACOMA, Aug |pear in court Au cause why their p not be enjoined for ap months, Louls and FE proprietors of a here, are today 4 | first prosecution “red light abatement formation was filed by Deputy County Attorney Wm. Askern. Under the provisions of the law, owners of buildings used for tm moral purposes may be restrained from occupying, leasing or making any use whatever of the property for a period of six months. An as sessment of $300 may also be | levied STEAMER DISABLED | The steamer “Admiral Farragut of the Alaskan Pacific Steamship Co, due here from San Francisco Friday morning, will not reach port till Sunday, because one of he: engines was disabled when a cou ling on the port tall shaft parted She is now making only ix and one-half knots, according to a wire less from Capt, Griffith, and 1s somewhere north of the Columbia river. The vessel left Frisco Tues day, with 100 passengers, who are all reported well BUYS 10,000 ACRES Hugh T. Halbert of St. Paul, chair man of the Minnesota Progressive state committee, has purchasec 10, 000 acres of land in Thurston coun ty, which will be developed for agri cult purposes. Halbert, who 1s gf at the Washington hotel was attracted to Washing’ dants in the under the new law. The tn fir jat the Chicago convention, last y change. His slow eyes contin- ued to look into the beautiful, brightly colored face that was) To a man in leveiterned up to him. |WARBLER? HERE IS A CHANCE FOR YOU Can you sing? begin in Septer membership fee To join the chorus, write pifeation to F. Adalbert i 140 28th av. giving nam: kind of voice. Men and wom: en singers are wanted. Two big concerts and a big musical festival in May, with the New York Phil harmonic orchestra, will be given LEPER IN TOWN WTF. 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Stewart House, ' Stewart.—Advertisement, rooms, 86 West been a failure. They had got- ten no further in conversation | ithan the beauty and the — smells of the night. —— THE ——— ES | At the Alhambra Until Monday. “The Death Stone of India,” three | reels. eee At the Colonial Until Sunday, two reels; “T! “Through the Cumber- of Tennessee,” for Tat,” land Mountains The Fatal Scar.” eee At the Ciroult Until Sunday. “A Wartime Mother's Sacrifice,” | two reels; “Funnicus Wins a Race.” oe . At the Clemmer Until Sunday. “Shipwrecke two reels; ‘Pathe Week “Snowy Egret and Its Extermination.” . ° |to make him altogether happy. Then his eyes caught little! ced fntang Blythe's, but she turned hers instantly away. WOMAN INJURED Mrs. Jessie Levy, 715 12th av., who was riding on the front end of the car, was slightly injured when G. Boftano, 1401 Broadway, driving 4 motor truck for the Olympic Mo- | tor Co., ran into a Yesler car at 14th lav. and Yesler. She was taken MOORE Tomorrow Nigh Three Matinees “ |ward at the moon. “If I could,” H beset bes “I would give you (THE END.) | LEAVES ATLANTIC PORT FOR SEATTLE The Pacifie Coast Steamship com- pany’s new liner, Congress, left Philadelphia Friday for Seattle, to enter the coastwise trade. It will take about 45 days to make the trip, Capt. H. C. Thomas, formerly of the President, is in command Dine at the Rathsxeller—Doll Dinner, with wine.—Advt. AND FOR 9 MORE TIMES EDNESDAY, FRIDAY AND SATURDAY DIRECT FROM N. Y. 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