The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 8, 1915, Page 6

sn SS tery of human STAR—WEDNESDAY, SEPT. 8, 1915. THE GODDESS Written by GOUVERNEUR morris ANITA STEWART as... . The Goddess ===! The Darkest Chapter “~~ In England’s The Convict Ship has been visited by millions of persons in this and foreign countries, including Kings, Emperors, Governors and dignitaries in every walk of History life. The united efforts of the people of the British empire were necessary to change her business, after she lay submerged under Australian waters for years, and was finally resurrected to be exhibited to the present generation. Eve on Board Is Shown Absolutely in Its Original State No other exhibition ever received the publicity accorded by the world’s press to the “Success.” Leaders of public opinion everywhere realize that in her lies a great and striking object lesson of the soft- ening and civilizing influences that are now animating human progress. A few extracts from many thousands: DR. FRANK CRANE, the brilliant editorial writer of THE NEW YORK GLOBE, in a leading article in } that paper, dated May 3, 1913, said: a4 “« * * Here you see punishment raised to its highest power. The record of the cruelties here prac- ticed by the English people is so frightful that no one +3 can be blamed for not believing it; the truth is more f incredible than the wildest fiction. It is impossible to believe the story, yet it is perfectly authentic. * * * “Out of the past this ghost ship sails to us. Its solid teak we can touch. Its rusty iron manacles are all too tangible. Its hideous cells our feet may explore Its appalling record books and documents we can see with our own eyes.” NEW YORK EVENING SUN, April 23, 1912— “One of the strangest ships in the world—a strange ' ship because it is hard to realize that the inhumanity ; ' of which she is a floating reminder could exist under the rule of any nation calling itself civilized.” BOSTON TRAVELER, June 16, 1912—"The ‘Suc- cess,’ today, is as the hulks they (John Boyle O'Reilly and James Jeffrey Roche) pictured; the same in her ty barred cells, the same in her gibbet-halter, the same in | all ways except that the prisoners are not inside her to clutch the gratings which close her hatchways and cry out to the square patch of sky above them.” BOSTON GLOBE, July 19, 1912—"The ‘Success’ | has created a record in Atlantic voyaging. No other ship of anything approaching her great age could even have attempted the task, and it certainly speaks won- ders for the builders of the wooden walls of olden days. It is undoubtedly the most noteworthy feat of seaman- ship since Christopher Columbus sailed his gallant little fleet to fame in 1492.” gangway as she lies alongside of dock. Lecturers guide visitors over every portion of the ship, explaining all exhibits. liantly lighted by electricity and can be seen as easily at night as by day. She can be boarded direct by The price of admission is 25 cents. On May 5, 1912, MR. ARTHUR BRISBANE, the distinguished editor of The New York American, in a full page editorial, which was reproduced in ten other leading dailies throughout the States, devoted his bril- liant pen to a picture of the Convict Ship “Success” as a vivid and striking lesson in the progress of humanity and civilization. Describing the Convict Ship as a Sad but valuable lesson to the people of America, he wrote: “When you study these scenes of cruelty and atro- cious torture, when ‘you realize they have disappeared forever from this earth, except in isolated savage cor- ners of the world, where men revert to animalism, and when you realize that these scenes of cruelty, brutal as they are, were as nothing compared with what pre- ceded them, you realize that this world DOES advance. “* © * It shows what government did to the poor, the ignorant, the helpless—making them infinitely worse than they were at first, even though they were the worst of criminals. “* * * We can thank God that the Convict Ship, with the men tortured and branded, is today an exhi- bition, intended to educate and no longer a dreadful reality, planned to punish and brutalize.” NEW YORK HERALD, March 30, 1912—"“Amer- ica has captured one of England’s most historic ships, one of the most interesting vessels braving the breeze at the present day.” BOSTON TRANSCRIPT, Oct. 26, 1912—"Let us send this convict hulk, this eloquent rebuke to penal systems, around the world. She is a floating parable of the crimes of man against man. And when she has finished her mission, search out the deepest soundings in the Pacific and there sink her and the thing she signifies in a thousand fathoms of dishonored oblivion.” The ship Is bril- Her stay in Seattle is limited—when she sails she will never return—Are you going to miss seeing her? OPEN TO THE PUBLIC 9 A.M. TO 10 P.M. Foot of Yesler Way, Seattle PAGE 6, After the tragic death of John bury, bie prostrated wi "2 greatest beauties, Ames. Amer. ng Time ia ite flight bet |Tommy and grea |etay, hao ww : moment when [she ie leaving “heaven” to reform the world, Then Tommy, still trembling with wonder and excitement, rose from his hiding place and walked slowly ltoward her, sir eyes met, and the vision smiled the sweetest, most |bewitching smile, and in the gen- tlest and richest voice that Tommy |had ever heard she asked him an onishing question, Are you a man?” “Why, yes,” said Tommy. “Then,” she said, “this must be the earth, “Of course,” he that as well as I “I wasn't sure, you told me. You see, |come from heaven.” ‘Ob, my Lord,” said Tommy, mad as a hatter, How ter- looks sane.” resumed the vision, “and I've come from heaven to make people better and happier. I'm to begin with New York. Where ww York?” She looked about her as {f she expected to find it somewhere among the trees. “It ts a long way from here,” sald Tommy. “Then I ought to start at once. Will you show me the way, please?” “Why, yea, of course.” Then Professor back on the run. “What the devil are you doing here?” he exclaimed. “Now don’t get angry, old chap. This is one of 4. “You know she sald, “until I've just angry,” said Tommy, “and don't call me old chap.” Then Professor Stiliiter sank his voice to a whisper. “Her mind,” he sald, “ie in an exceedingly critical condition. Now you just vanish, |She mustn't be upset.” “One condition of her mind,” said Tommy, “appears to be fear of you.” Stilliter turned from him tmpa- tlently. “Come, Celestia,” he said. “we'll go away now.” | She shrank from his proffered hand. “Celestia,” sald Tommy, you want to go with him?” “No,” she said | “Don't be afraid, |Tommy, “you shan’ ‘Tommy Barclay “you keep out of this or you'll get into trouble. Come, Celestia.” Shoe did not stir, | In a flash Stilliter had drawn 4 polished crystal from his pocket land was forcing the girl to look at it. As he did so, he said in a tone of command “Bleep, Celestia, sleep.” Tommy simply stepped forward and knocked the crystal from Stil- liter’s hand, and Stilliter turned upon him with a howl of rage and attacked him with a shower of wind mill blows, Tommy was no longer a emall boy, but an athlete, early twenties. He retreated slowly, guarding himaelf, and then, when he thought he had drawn Stilliter far enough from Celestia, he quietly reached in under the rain of blows and dis armed him, In other words, he lremoved those great black-rimmed spectacles, without which the great psychologist was blind and helpless. | “Perhaps I'm doing wrong,” sald jTommy, “but that girl's afraid of jyou, and I'll take a chance.” He darted to the girl's side. lyou afraid of me?” “Then come.” He led her back to the trail and along It Stilliter stood as if in the midst of black night, groping with his hands, lest he dash his face against a tree, Hatening and cursing inaudible ses thru his set teeth. Why in hell,” he thought, “did I take the trouble to bring an extra pair and then leave them in the tent?” | Then fear overcame him, and he began shout for help. | It was Tommy who answered the app | “Listen,” called Tommy, “and don’t make such a nolse. If you can find the place where Celestia was sitting you'll find your glass If not, I'll come back in jay or t For Protection ainst the serious sickness so ely to follow an ailmentof the \digestive organs,—bilousness or inactive bowels, you can rely on the best known corrective ‘s le of Any Medicine in the World) bad =p emma ty ag 8 “don't then,” said “Are a li HORLICK’S | THE ORIGINAL ‘'MALTED MILK | . The Food-drink for all Ages For Infants, Invalids and Growing Children, Pure nutrition, upbuildingthe whole body. Invigoratesthenursingmother andtheaged, Rich milk, malted gain in powder form, you say “HORLIOK'S' you may got a eubstitutec 4 |you're warmly dressed underneath. Btilliter came! |will you, and leave her to me? ’ | sald Stilliter, in the You won't and find them for you, starve——not at your size Tommy laughed like @ schoolboy, and turned to Celestia. “Now let's beat it,” be said, and he hurried her along the trail, “Well just make a safe offing aud then we'll decide how and where to go next. You're not exactly dressed for roughing it, That white thing wouldn't keep a fire warm, Hope “Underneath,” said Celestia, pant- ing and without grammar, “there is only me.” To rescue the girl who called her- self Celestia from Professor Btilll- ter had been the work of instants was not to be decided without plenty of reflection. Reflection did not come easily to Tommy, however, especially in the present circum- stances. For any train of logical thought upon which he tried to get started was soon interrupted, either by @ stolen look at his companion, the necessity of helping her past some rough place, or by some naive question or other which she would ask from time to time. He could not make her out at all to his satisfaction. At one moment she seemed perfectly sane, at the next completely mad. The only things of which he felt certain were thas utiful and good, and that she was suffering from some form of amnesia by which her pow: ers of memory had been under- mined. “How long have you known that man” he asked, referring, of course, to Professor Stilliter. “Not so long as I have known INTRODUCING~. EARLE WILLIAMS as . . Tommy Barclay Matened, This time the clucking came from directly overhead, and Tommy looked upward in the dense) unused to the woods. branches of a young spruce tree,| The baying of the hounds at thig and after so looking for a few mo-|time seemed, If anything, « little ments suddenly smiled, And altho| closer, she did not know what Tommy was| “Where are we going?” she asked smiling at, Celestia smiled, too, eo A ‘ we . “We're going to hide on « Having located the partridge, land in a deep lake, Celestio, Fm jif they find out that we are on ft, Tommy “assembled” his trout rod, and, with the end of the line, made) . a running noose, pm be be, an Were tier aellate cad teen a ts, very quietly to poke the r up 4 pr woods among the branches of the spruce) man fg illg Mpg bt Tea Ben inert Ot salt mote’ eyee|0l4 dugout bidden on the shore, ang than Celestia’s were on Tommy. {there's tho remains of & hut on the 3 island. And I left an old mothe, Tommy, his right hand clasping oy buffalo robe and a blanket there. the butt of his rod, bis thumb break! oniy last fall. If there's anything: ing the reel, reached gradually) ier: of them, they'll come in mighty higher and higher, until his ne handy, I can tell you.” ‘was extended to its full length. He" 74) me t t added a few inches to his reach 7] meted that dhowet prigetis ca standing on tiptoe. But even this) an arch of dark foliage. “Here's was not enough. So Tommy bent! whore we begin to make trouble for bis knees a little and then jumped.| them,” said Tommy. Holding her Before his feet regained the earth elbow with his free hand to k & frightful squawking and flapping/her from stumbling and falling, arose in the spruce tree, and then) Tommy ted Celestia to the middie there was dragged from it what/of the brook, and then they waded looked like @ piuwheel going at top| down it for upward of a mile, as if and dogs, traveling Meht, andg girl already too tired and utterly speed, Hunger is the most cruel tyrant in the world. Tommy's thumb sought and found the base of an egg! shell; then there was a sharp scrunch, one last wild whistling of) the pinwheel, and then there was) one cock grouse the less in the North/ woods, But Celestia looked pained now and troubled. “It has wings like an ang she you, but sometimes I feel as if I had seen you both before. But I can’t ever have nm you, can I? You can't © hi been in heaven and @ never been on earth.” If you were seeing him for the first time, why were you afraid of him?" “For the same reason that I'm not afraid of you.” “And you're not—not a bit?” “He,” said 6! imply, “is bad and ugly. You are good and beauti- ful.” Ans Tommy guided her thru the woods toward his camping ground of the preceding night, he kept say- ling to himself: “But there's got to be a show-down soon. What am I to do about her?" “If only,” he thought, “I might the day and then turn her over to |ber proper guardians and have no jfurther responsibility, I'd ask noth- jing better.” They came to a black pool of rain water. Before Tommy could if upon a solid pave- in above the knee. a little cry of amused astonishment “Why, it's—t's"—ahe cried. “Yes,” said Tommy; “it's wet wa’ er. You appeared to think it wa boardwaik. But never mind, you'll soon dry out. Don't they have water In heaven?” “Of course; but not black and stil! Mike that. In heaven {t's all alive with rainbows in it.” | “They speak English in heaven?” “Oh, yes; and French, and Italian, jand Spanirh, and Gernren, and | American, and all the others.” | “Can you speak them all?” Of course. What good could I do on earth if I couldn't talk to peo ple?” la Just what good are you going to lao2" I'm going to tell people to be | better and not so foolish, and they |are to do as I tell them.” “That's a splendid Tommy, feeling that it w: humor her, “and then what?” “Then? Why, when I've made everybody rich and happy I'll go | back to heaven, of course, and be happy, too." “Are you unhappy now?" “No; not unhappy, but if I were back in heaven I wouldn't be all| wet and muddy and hungry and thirsty, would 1?” “Of course you wouldn't, you poor child,” said Tommy, “but, soon we'll be at my camp, and then I'll hustle around and make you com- fortable.” “And I feel as if my face were on fire, too,” she complained. “Feverish,” thought Tommy with dismay, And then he sald: “Stand still a moment and let me look.” He noticed for the first time the extraordinary whiteness and dell- cacy of her skin. It was as ff she had always been velled from the sun. “You're getting sunburnt,” he said with concern, “That's what's the matter.” “Oh, the sun!” she cried. “The sun! Do show it to me! I've heard so much about it.” “Ten't there any in heaven?” “How you talk; why heaven ts so far off.” “Well,” said Tommy, pointing, “that's it!” “That?” exclaimed Celestia— but she could not look the sun in the face for more than a fraction of a second. “That!” and she burst {nto laugh- Ing. “Do you know what I thought that was?” sho said. “What?” I thought, of course, that ‘as the gate to hell. And, so the sun, and it’s burning my face?” ‘T've got some stuff at my camp that will take the burn out,” said Tommy. “Look out for that green stuff, It's got thorns, and you can't afford to tear that dress.” They began to climb the emi- nence on which Tommy's camp was | perched, and with every step Ce- | lestia showed increasing fatigue. Of course I'm not used to walk- ng,” she said: “I'm sorry, I sup pose I'll get used to it.” “If you are determined to push on to New York, you will,” sald Tommy. His quick ears caught the sudden appetizing cluck of a partridge, “Let's see if wo can get that fel- low!" he exclaimed. “You sit down and rest yourself, Celestia No body hunts much fn these woods, and the birds e tame = as chickens.” Now, a partridge, or a ruffled grouse, if you give him his right name, is a born ventriloquist. First the partridge clucked to the right of Tommy, then to the left; then in front of him and then back of him. Tommy walked a few paces and onca more stood still and play around with her for the rest of © said, “only darker.” Tommy was just going to say: “It's got whiter meat an an- gel,” but stopped himself in time, and changed to: “Even people who come here to make the world better, Celestia, have to eat.” A few minutes later they reached Tommy's camp. For lunch they had tea, biscuits (one of Tommy's most lamentable! jculinary failures) and the partridge. Cooked, he no longer looked like the victim of murder, but very beau- |tiful and appetizing. Celestia ate her full share and then lay back on her balsam boughs and watched Tommy fill and light Tommy narrowed his eye at her jand for some moments didn't an- swer, Then he sald: “IT don't know what to make of you at all. | First you say you come from heay- jen and act as if you did, then you |talk and act like a regular girl, then you pretend that you never saw a man smoke before. And then what are you trying to do to me, anyway? Is that really the only dress you've got in the world? Do you always wear a golden band around your hair, with stage jewels in it?” And then suddenly a light dawn- ed on Tommy, and he smote his thigh in applause of his own clever- ness. “I know what you are,” he said. “You're the queen of the movies You're up here staging a show, and you got bored and let me run off with you for a lark. Professor Stilliter has something to do with the scenario. The heroine is sup- posed to be a little looney. That's you, Celestia—and you're practic- ing all the time on me. Well, thank heaven, it's only acting. Why, I really thought you were mad as a hatter!” “No,” said Celestia; “I'm not in the least angry. But I'm sure I don't know what you mean, but I Uke you when you get excited and) talk fast and your eyes smile. It/ rests me.” Tommy ehook his head at her and | smiled reprovingly. “You can't keep on fooling me, he said. “Come now, what's your) “All right, if you don't want to tell me yet; it will keep; it’s bound to, But tell me, then, are you"— he hesitated and blushed. really like to know. You see, I'm rather crazy about you. You're not Mrs. Somebody or other, are yout” The embarrassed smile froze on his lips. He leaped to his feet and stood listening. Faint and clear, sounding cheerful rather than om!- nous, there rose to them from the valleys below a baying of dogs. Tommy had gone once with a posse of deputy sheriffs to see how a mur- derer is hunted down with the bloodhounds. He climbed swiftly to the top of the Hub and stood listening, his field glasses glued to his eyes. A glimpse of two bioodhounds and four men, one of whom was Stilliter and another a full-blooded Indian, crossing an open space re- cently crossed by Celestia and him- self during their unhurried escape and in the same direction, brought Tommy down from the Hub in a great hurry. As for Colestia—well, she couldn’t be a movie actress; no movie actress playing truant would be hunted down with bloodhounds, and he felt that she must be ac- counted for upon some other hy- pothesis, but later, when there was more time. “We've got to beat it, Celestia,” he said. She rose obediently to her feet. “I don't know why he wants to catch you,” sald Tommy, “and either you don't know or you won't tell. But you disiike him, and you're afraid of him, and that's enough.” A kettle, frying pan, matches rolled into a blanket and Strapped to his shoulders, his field glasses, ax and fishing tackle were about afl that Tommy could carry and make speed under, Es- pecially {f he had to help Celestia over difficulties. They were soon under way, fol- lowing the higher ground, where the granite outcroppings neither re- ceived any impress from their feet, nor long held the scent of the leath. er soles. But the crests of the ridges were not all granite, and Tommy knew very well that in places they were making what Woodmen call a broad trail That broad reaches of unbroken | granite would occasionally baffle their pursuers was all that Tommy could hope for. He counted on these battlements for making up for the difference in speed between men It, tea and jare getting man: it had been a winding road, and only left it when the rocky nature of the country thru which it was passing offered them an opportuni ty of so doing and leaving a mini mum of trail. All at once Tommy realized that ~ &@ great silence had fallen in the forest. And he knew that at last the bloodhounds were in difficul ties, for they had ceased to bay. (To Be Continued.) DR. L. R. CLARK We Are Successful Because We Satisfy Our Patients We are really making a most re- markable success. Our business is Srowing by leaps and bound Wee new patients. and their friends to ux y because we have nd satisfied them, not only with the high quality work we have turned out for them, but also with our low prices and our painless methods of operating. 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