The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 3, 1916, Page 4

The Seattle Star Batered at Boattia Wash, Postoffice as second-cinse matter By mall, out of clty, one your, $3.81 months, 61 0 per month up te mes By carrier, city, the @ menth Seattle Is Thinking By the Editor of The Star WEEK ago today The Star published an editorial setting forth, in con- siderable detail, its views on prepared- ness. The attention of many of Seattle's well known citizens was called to the editorial. They were asked whether they ; with the opinions voiced therein, _ Several of them responded. Most of them "indorsed The Star's statement of the sit- | The important thing, however, is that this discussion of preparedness has de- the fact that we all are doing a Jot of thinking on the subject. Several men who did not care to set “their opinions down in writing (you would be surprised if we told you who | they are) dropped into the office during the past few days to talk the matter informally with the editor. It is interesting to know what our oy ahi believe ought to be done—just as interesting, we think, and probably “more so, than the information from | Washington, D. C., as to what our sen- "ators and congressmen say on the sub- The Star hopes any other of its read- rs who have ideas, pro or con, on the all-important question of whether the “United States should prepare a defense, nd, if so, what sort of a defense it shall will write us about it. — p your letters brief, please, and to point. uelched One Liar SO-CALLED “responsible citizen” having wired a United States or that several thousand Carranza liers were being congregated at Agua ta, opposite Douglas, and were erect- barb-wire entanglements and digging hes just a rifle shot from the Ameri- ean town, Gen. Calles invited the sheriff Cochise county to visit all the camps the line and see for himself. | The sheriff and a committee of Doug- citizens having done so, they report the sensational story was entirely thout foundation. That there are no wire entanglements and no trenches and that the Mexican garrisons along the line only normally strong. Gen. Calles took best and most sensible way of reassur- the Douglas people. In return, the las folks ought to brand that “respon- go gel as an Ananias of the first 1 convey a gentle hint that any activities of that nature would put in the “undesirable citizen” class. HE courts are quashing those Youngs- & town indictments against the steel cor- ons. *Some of the indictments are © “uncertain and indefinite”; some just Gash of their own feebleness. ‘When any corporation is punished for corm! to keep wages low, wake us! 't Judge Gary, at the very start, ' describe those indictments as a “ridicul- ous travesty”? Fs Why Nonpartisanship? HERE never has been a momentous question the life of this nation that waa decided on a partisan basis, That is why all logic and reason should welcome the nonpartisan idea, Today we have the great issue of preparedness, It is the most important hefore the American people It is not a question for republican- Americans to decide, or democratic- Americans. It is an unhyphenated, non- partisan issue on which Americans, with- ffix, must declare them- in out prefix or su selves. It was the same on the slavery ques- tion The republican party platform upon which Abraham Lincoln was nominated and elected in 1860, DID NOT declare for the abolition of slavery. That was accomplished as an incident of the civil war and was a nonpartisan act supported by the whole of the North—by republi- cans and democrats alike. All great movements, all great prin- ciples, are not subject to partisan limita- tions. Partisanship fetters, binds and Gags. : Partisanship makes men lose their per- spective and causes them to sacrifice pa- triotism and love of country for spoils and love of party power, Partisanship makes for dirty politics. There is not one city in the United States today that has adopted the nonpartisan plan which would even consider a propo- sition to return to the old idea. We have abolished partisanship in the election of city officials in Seattle, Ta- coma, Spokane, and every large city in this state. WHY NOT ABOLISH IT _ IN COUNTY OFFICES AND STATE OFFICES? We do not consider it wise to elect our judges on a partisan basis, as _re- publicans, democrats, socialists, etc. The judiciary is not partisan, Why should our legislative and ex- ecutive departments be more sacred and more subject to party bossism? Republicans as well as democrats are clamoring for a national nonpartisan tariff board. Why not also a nonpartisan board of county commissioners? We have a nonpartisan interstate com- merce commission. Why not a nonpartisan governor to ap- point a nonpartisan public service com- mission? The State-wide Nonpartisanship league, with headquarters in Seattle, is entitled to all the help it can get from fair- minded men and women. It expects no aid from political tools and special priv- ilege corporations. Its fund to carry on this campaign is to come from its mem- bers. _ Its cause is worthy and membership in it should be a privilege and an honor in the struggle to emancipate this great state from party slavery. EVIDENCE IS given that the United States’ machine guns wouldn't work In that Columbus fight because full of dust. Gee! What the army needs is a call for 5,000 or so volunteer housemaids! the same time. One of our congres- sional candidates says he's for a non-partisan tariff board, but 1s| against a non-partisan board of) county commissioners, Ob, you consistency! 200 KEE! ° Peters, the literary genius 4 Walla Walla, says only a big got to hand !t to the foxy Y They sure have the of doing opposite things at SYRUP OF FIGS {OR GROSS, SICK, | R KNUDSEN’S | |} IDEA OF SOFT JOB AT | | WOODLAND. | Fz. o——___-__—.- © Safety pine are bad for children when swallowed open. As. matter of fact, they are not to b recommended as food even when for one of the pecullarities ¥ pine ts that they are likely up at any time, no matter barrassing or painful the may be for the ewallower or something drop, the result is painful; in ¢ it may result in @ total lo sonal dignity. . . And now we are to have a hot campaign for governor with Frost. IF KIDNEYS ACT BAD TAKE SALTS Backache Is a Sign You Have Been Eating Too Much Meat, Which Forme Urlo Acid, When you wake up with backache and dull misery tn the kidney region * FEVERISH CHILD Little Stomach Is Sour, Liver Torpid or Bowels Clogged. Mothers can rest ensy after giv- “California Syrup of Figs,” be- in a few hours all the clog- waste, sour bile and fer- food gently moves out of is, and you have a well, child again. " Py and become tightly packed, liver sluggish and stomach disor- Vhen feverish, restiess, see ~ ff tongue is coated, then give this _ * delicious “fruit laxative.” Children love it, and it cannot cause Injury. No difference what alls your littie /one—if full of cold, or a sore diarrhoea, stomach-ach breath, remember, a gentie cleansing” should always be first treatment given. Full di- tons for babies, children of all and grown-ups are printed on th bottle. Beware of counterfeit fig syrups. 4 Ask your druggist for a 60-cent bot. of “California Syrup of Figs,” look carefully and see that it pany, size. Hand back with con- any other fig syrup. + }councilmen are untruthful? GIVING A SEA-LION A BATH —— ekh—- een As a druggist, the operations of “The Doctor” were rather success- ful. eee Sheriff Hodge says you can't make a drug store out of a barrel of whiskey, No, one must also carry a few stamps and a few bars | ot soap. | eee FOREGONE CONCLUSION Teacher—It a farmer sold 1,479 bushels of wheat for §1.17 a bushel, what would he get? Boy—An automobile, see Counctiman Haas told Counctl- mi anna he’s a “Jockey” voter, and nna sald Haas changed his mind every five minutes. Who said “ee L. W. Rogers of New York tells theosophists that there {s no such a thing as a man being dead. Huh! He doesn't know C. Allen Dale, R. A. Ballinger. W. Howard Taft etal, 72.8 This is Cleanup week. If the Job isn’t done thoroly now, don’t worry. Most of us will be clean in a week or two, anyhow, after we pay for those new Haster lids. It generally means you have been eating too much meat, says a well known authority, Ment forms urte acid which overworks the kidneys in their effort blood and they become sort of paralyzed and logy. When your kidneys get sluggish and clog you must relieve them, like you relieve your bowels; removing all the body‘s urlnous waste, else you have backache, sick headache, dizzy spells; your stomach sours, tongue is coated, and when the weather is bad you have rheumatic twinges, The urine is cloudy, full of sedi. hannels often get sore, water to filter it from the| STAR—MONDAY, APRIL 3, 1916. PAGE 4, “A SIREN OF THE SNOWS’ CHAPTER I The Camp on the Little boo ENSEN drew the note from his J pocket and reread ft: You wil! tmmediately proceed to the camp on the Little B . per previous tnatructions, and « & mosnenger from the North. note will Identify you. Jensen threw the sheet down on the table beneath the window and |gased speculatively out across the river. ‘To the north lay Unga vast Arcfo solitudes, From there who wa ming? And what would he bring? On just what this “mes wenger from the North” would bring hinged the success or failure of Jensen's heartbreaking journey ‘that had finally brought him to this rough, but comfortable, three-room cabin on the edgo of the Little Rabon river Alan Jensen’ was a new and, #0 far, rather unimportant cog tn that vast machinery of precautionary measures the United States govern ment maintains to guard the perm anence of !ts peace, aud the purity of its cotnage. As naen This zed out from the cabin window across the Little Babos, he saw ugly gray moun tains of vapor that he knew must be an early winter storm swiftly coming his wa Darkness Ww. beginning to fall Jensen throw fresh logs on the fire and sat down to walt, aa he bad days, He had found the shack well stocked with wood but nothing with which to make a light. Jensen puztied much over this odd circumstance. Jensen had all but fallen into a state of half drea he awoke with a start, There was some one pounding on the door, and he could hear dogs barking outside. He strode toward the door and threw it wide “Wheew! damn comfortin But that fire looks * boomed a deep contralto votce, and Jensen nearly | | dropped to his knees with amaze | ment. No half-breed, no Esquimau, not even a white man, was this person who entered the door and pushed past him toward bie roaring fire. Instead, a Woman—young, fair skinned, and fur-clad t y had said, “Damn!” ‘oo oamared to speak, Jensen stood gazing at thia young woman) }who bad so suddenly invaded the solitude of the Little Babos camp. Who was she, and where had she) come from? Toward him she bad not even glanced, Drawing the bench closer toward the biaze, she sat down to hold her palms out to the grateful | warmth. She was rather tall than short, and wore a jacket of bia fox, | tremendously expensive fur, on well know, and « fox hood was lenrown back from her head, per mitting a cloud of spun-gold hair to fall about her glowing cheeks In tascinating tangles of disorder. Jensen gained the elusive impres sion as he looked at her, that this was @ young woman accustomed to the finer things of life. | He decided that a modest cough | would be the proper thing to call ‘her attention to his presence tn the room. “Ahem!” | With a start of astonishment, the) |young woman glanced Jensen's way, and a look of amazement over spread her features. “Why, why! why!” she cried tn crescendo, “Who are you Jensen’s heart became less buoy ant as he Iistened. This young | woman waa giving him excellent levidence that {t was she who was the “messenger from the North,” | alladed to tn the note, and Jensen | felt rather certain that whatever lelse the messenger from the North might be, she was engaged tn a most disreputable business, For answer to her question of who he w Jensen merely nodded toward the note lying upon the table; more he did not dare say, If things were to be kept straight and she unsuspictous, the note alone would do it The young woman arose from |the bench before the blaze, picked up the note, and read ft In the fire ight. “But, ati! I do not understand,” she declared with frowning brows. Then she threw up her head with a decisive motion as she added “Oh, this {s absurd; who are you, anywa: Don't try any damn non sense with me.” Yos, sho had eatd “Damn,” and by this time Jensen was perfectly certain that he could not be dream ing. There was still no clue for Jensen to go on. “They told me the note would explain!” he said. “I am a new man on this, and I don’t think you would recognize my name, Alan Kerrtson.” His errand into the North had to do with gold; old J. J, Kerrison controlled the Colrain and Com. munapair gold mines, the richest in the world, Jensen had been thinking about old “J. J." that day Thus Kerrison happened to be the first family name that popped into his head at the moment, and he brazenly appropriated it for his own use, On this tmpatient young woman standing before him, Jensen's ut- terance of the namo Kerrison ap- | peared to have an effect almost electrical. | “Kerrison!” ahe repeated. “Why, that is my name, Are you really a |Kerrison? I don’t believe tt; you |haven't the look. Stop this absurd |nonsense and tell me who you are jand what you are here for!” It {# uncertain how long Jensen might have stood there tn aflence and the| ny doting when) Stanley By NEXT WEEK—"THE WARD | cemaiet of a composition, the exact! woman's face as he emphasized Ityabout Jer nature of which the government | has never seen fit to disclose, This much {s known, however, that one of the elements in this compost tion was a rare metal, obtained as & byproduct in the refining of pitchblende to secure radium, This | center, with {te thin coating of gold, made coin #0 difficult of detec tion that larg ctreulation before tected On the atxth day of July, Chief Hilkie of the United States secret service called tn all his operatives who were working on the case and distributed them within a certain distance of each other in @ double line across the center of the United States from coast to coast, One section of this line had orders to move steadily south, the other north. Alan Jensen was a unit fn the Mne of secret service men raking the country toward the north, Journeying thru northern mont, Jensen had stopped one night fn an tsolated camp of Frevch-Canadian charcoal burners Here he found another stranger, {ll and delirious, betng cared for by thene men; they declared the sick man had stumbled into the hut one evening a week previous; had thrown gold coins right and left and atridently demanded that they | produce “that bundle of furs for |the bank and let him be on his }way.” There was also more bab- bling nonsense the charcoal burn- ere did not understand and did not remember. Knowing that banks do not or @inartly deal in furs, Jensen asked to see some of the gold coins tossed about by the sick man in his de Irfum, Splitting a coin with an axe, Jensen discovered the interior to consist of base white metal This could mean much, or noth | 5 realized, The sick only an honest fur they were Ver Shaw—Copyright, OF TECUMSEH” . confirmed Jensen's tmprens “Eh, what?” questioned the man who had called himeelf Saint Peter, glancing up questioningly. “Thee young woman? Why don’ you no tell Sin Petalr lies there ¢ Ind present, eh, what, my E ? |_ The dog got up and whine querulously |_ "Vairy good, Baby.” commended | Saint Peter whimeleally, “Vairey | Rood; eet eon wan |gol'en hair, you say in language, You say she ees dam beautiful, eh, what?’ Peter Saint aron by the fire and began bustling | about the room, He moved quick jly, but in rather a blundering way, {the dog continually by his side, her very nose ming to follow the man's hand wherever it moved, Oc casionally the man wosld say “Wall, wall, wh ren that coffee jean, wat, eh, my Baby?” | The great dog had been trained |to reach up, poke her damp nose |into some corner of a shelf and |finally tumble out the coffee can. or whatever eleo ‘t was her master asked of her. Seldom did she make ja mistake. | Miss Kerrison continued to sit lin her dark corner with frowning land perplexed brows. Twice Jen sen took oceasion to make a pass- ing remark to Miss Kerrison about the severity of the storm, but she |answered with monosyllables Peter Saint, having finished his preparations for cooking the sup- per, now gave his attention to lay jing the board. Tho dog, preceding from his bench jon the tiny bit of white paper | With paws on the table, she be gan sniffing at it. | “Eh, what ees thees, my Baby?” lealled Peter Saint tn astonishment, picking up the paper at the very firet cry of the dog. “A lettair Jensen arose to recover his note, took but a few step and then oung Indy with | dog | And she cer trader, Innocently having some of|stopped in amazement. Peter | the counterfelt coin in bis posses. | Saint, instead of bringing the paper ston. Yet tt offered a lead worth/to the firelight and holding tt be following, and Jensen volunteered | fore his eyes to read, was passing to sit up with the sick man thru/ sensitive finger tips over the writ the night, hoping something deft-|ing, meanwhile muttering the mes- nite might be pleced together from | sage softly to himself. bis ravings. For one puzzied instant Jensen It was & strange mixture of sense | looked and Matened, then he grasp- and nonsense that Jensen listened | ed the man by the shoulder, whirled to thra the Jong night. Toward| him about into the glare from the morning the man appeared to be-| fire, and gazed into the man’s face; come more rational, and Jensen the eyes turned up toward his were thought he gathered that bis name | entirely filmed over. | was Tom Springvale, that be w "You are blind, Peter Saint,” de- on bis way to Lake Lucann, Que-|clared Jensen, angry that the man bec, where he “would strike Tratl; should not have mentioned {t No. 1 at the head of the Inke, at) “Why didn’t you tell me this be the Yoliow portage; but must keep | fore?” carefully clear of Trail No.2; must| “M’slen make wan beeg mee lobtain the package at the Little | take.” He put out bis hand toward | Babos camp and must return to New the great dog that was growling | York without delay.” These seemed | | to be Instructions the sick man bad recetved. At times he feferred to “Trail No, 1° as “Dead Man's Trail.” Jensen remembered a Tom Springvale who had played quarter. back on the eleven at Harvard; Dut that chap was @ senior while Jensen was a freshman, and he bad known him bot slightly, Illness and a beard ha¢ so altered this man's features that be could not say whether ft was the same Springvale or not. He seemed to remember that the Springvale he had known became an engineer of some kind This man bad an odd, livid scar running diagonally from his right temple to t ft side of bis mouth, as if from’a sabre ent or some thing of that sort. The Springvale Jensen remembered had no such senr as this on his face during his college days. At dawnbreak, Springvale died. There was absolutely nothing tn the traveler's pack to identify him further. But as Jensen happened |to glance beneath the bunk whe: the stranger had dled his eye w caught by a bit of white paper.) Picking this up, he read You will tmmedia’ camp on the Litt fous Instruction: enger from th will Identity you. Jensen hurried to the nearest | city, Burlington, and got into tele phonic communication with his chief. Chief Hilkie was rather skeptt eal; he didn’t think it promised much, The man was probably a Hudson's Bay company messenger. Stull, in the present absolutely blank status of the o nything in the slightest degree significant was a lead, and the chief, knowing that Jensen had spent many vaca- tions tn the North woods and could easily handle himself under the conditions he would meet there, or- dered him to find the trail to the ttle Babos camp, and follow it up. th P mi no CHAPTER II. The Eyes and Teeth of Sin Petair Jensen held open the door, and man and dog came rushing in. He was little man, thin almost to emaciation, and a face marked with deep scare that e him an ap pearance of victous ugliness, He MS ARES nd you are obliged to seek! had not chance come to his rescue relief two or three times during the| With the sound of a commotion out- night. side, Evidently more visitors were Elther consult a good, reliable! arriving. physician at once or get from your gine pharmacist about four ounces of Jad) It was in June that the National Salts; take a tablespoonful in a/Northern bank, one of the largest glass of water before breakfast for|#ingle depositories of gold tn the a few days and your kidneys will| United States, made a most as. then act fine, This famous salts is|tounding discovery made from the acid of grapes and| It does not matter how tho dis- lemon juice, combined with Iithia,|covery was nade, but the facta of and has been used for generations| the case were that the bank found to clean and stimulate sluggish kid-|1m its vault 20 bags of doubie neys, also to neutralize acids in the|eagles—every cotn a clever coun- urine so it no longer irritates, thus! terfeit, ending bladder weakness, | The spurious double eaglos were, Jad Salts 1 a lite saver for reg-|to all outward appearances, per. ular meat enters, It 1s Inexpensive,| fect. The weight was invariably cannot injure and makes a delight-|exact, the ring true. Experts de- ful, effervescent lithia-water drink,| clared the centers of the coins to darted toward the rogring fire. “Wall! 1! Thees ees one dam bitz’, eh, my friend: he declared. “One dam biz’ He, too, ap peared to emphasize the expletive oddly, “But eet ees tak’ more dan dees biiz’ to catch Sin Petatr, eh, my Baby?” And he reached over to stroke the head of the dog, half wolf, half collie, that crouched be- side him, “Ph, why don’ you speak, eh, what?” asked the man, turning to- ward Jensen, “You hear me say thees ees one dam biiz’, eh, what?” Jensen found himself greatly per- plexed to decide which of these two arrivals, the man or the woman, was tho real messenger from the North alluded to in the note, As the man and dog came into the cabin, Jensen's attention had been drawn away from the woman; now he glanced covertly toward where she sat at one side as he | answered the man’s remark, “It certainly {9 ‘one dam biiz,’ as you say, and you were indeed fortunate to get here before It be- came worse. I arrived before the storm began myself, but this young woman just beat it out in time.” Jensen accented his expletive as had the other two arrivals. He was becoming certain that there must be some hidden meaning in that expression; the look of per- plexity that overspread the young Ne NNN 7 1915, by Little, Brown & Co. BY CRITTENDEN MARRIOTT | « lege and patted her my an can nevair be for any what?” With a sudden rush it éame to there was no provision light tp the cabin. 4 to settle the ques fondly cen on, bettair eye Baby man, eh, my Jensen wh fe making a He dete tlon at once. an the of! a see thts paper will A Great Feature ? week o# Nothing better for told Peter Saint to reles When Jensen regained his se he was lying upon a thick, fur ered skin in the warmest 6 before the fire; and Miss Ki was moving about the room,| ing final preparations for the lle Peter Saint attended to | sen's wound, As Jensen arose to his fee’ “So it is your cabin, Peter Saint, | lady and myself e asked that the young have taken shelter in?” sure,” any attempt Now one Sin Petatr dees@ let “Sure, . nure, Peter Saint, without at evading the matter question from t m'steu bring ainly, I brought that letter,” answered Jensen, At his words the young woman |stood up. “This man who calls himself Kerrison had the letter tn his possession when I arrived here, but 1 am satisfied it is not bis, | What he is here for I do not know; but it means no good to you, Peter Saint.” ‘As Miss Kerrison spoke, Jensen aught the man’s face glaring his way with a look of intense fury. Jensen dodged quickly lalde at the very man shot toward him like @ stone from a catapult. Peter Saint fell crashing to the floor, and Jensen jleaped forward to pin him there, |only to feel his arm grasped in the mouth of the dog, Babe, as she jerked bim onto his back and stood lacross his chest with threatening |jaws extended | Saint Peter or Peter Saint—he }ealied bimeelf both—arose to hts ‘him by a few step# first set eyes | feet and stepped toward a shelf.| | Returning with a stout rope, he be- an to truss Jensen up in a thoroly competent manner, while Babe, the | big wolf-collie,held menacing jaws but a few inches from his throat. | Having removed Jensen's auto- matic, and tied Jensen's arms and }legs #0 securely that he could scarcely move, Peter Saint carried |bim to a low bench seat that ex- tended along one side of the cabin. | “Look here, Peter Saint,” exclaimed. “This is utter foolish- ness. You already have my revolvy- jer, and I'll give you my word to | molest no one If you will loosen these cords; they are deucedly un- comfortable. My shoulder, too, pains like the very deuce where | your dog fastened her teeth, and I ought to dress it.” As he spoke, Peter Saint turned |toward Miss Kerrison with a ques- |tloning gesture. Jensen attempted |to move his upper body, and even the siight movement he was able to make in turning bis body sent a dart of agonizing pain shooting from finger to shoulder. | He saw the firelight suddenly die down, and the room went dark about him just as Miss Kerrison against all impurities answered | to one’ instant the blind) spread table with all the & ness of a mother ministering child, : Miss Kerrison, Peter Salt I have declared a truce ft } | night,” sald Jensen with |} Pry he drew forward a chafie \ waved an invitation for he: seated at the table, “I hop arrangement Includes you | well. I mean to explain al | that letter, and I want you hear what I have to For a few momen gathered about the table pressive tribute to th skill of Peter Satr* thought ft time fo ex, ter of the lettes. “Now, Peter Saint,” “T'll explain fully about |Babe is right, It was mine; the man who ort sensed that letter Is 4 The sound of a quick, lintake of breath made Jens] abruptly. Miss Kerrison wf) jing at him with wide, i] as she repeated In awed tall | “Dead; tell me quickly, | |he die, and where?” | | “Il am coming to that,” # Jensen, and told simply of ing of the sick hyn, “1 was with him en at the charcoal burber's © continued, “and he exacted ise from me that I wo this letter at Peter Saint after which I was to |the package the note Return to where?” “To New York.” “And to whom were you liver this package in New eyed him keenly as Monday night by t mission. 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