The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 19, 1916, Page 4

- Bome red! public service. (tO warn him to abandon the hope of Entered at Seattia Wi By mail, owt of eity, one year, # By © The Fight on Brandei EN. THOMAS J. WALSH of Mon t member of the senate subcom- mittee which investigated charges against Louis D. Brandeis, appointed by Presi dent Wilson as associate justice of the Supreme court, in his report to the senate, Bares the source of the bitter opposition to Brandeis in the following illuminating Statement: ‘The real crime of which this man is ilty is that he has exposed the iniqui Bes of men in high places in our financial system. “He has expressed views on ‘social stice’—to which vague term are re- rred movements and measurements to obtain greater security, greater comfort And better health for industrial work- @fs, including safety devices, factory in- Spection, sanitary provision, reasonable hours, the abolition of child labor, all of Which threaten a reduction of dividends. "Tt is easy for a brilliant lawyer to conduct himself so as to escape calumny and vilification. All he needs to do is to drift with the tide. If he never assails the doer of evil who stands high in the Market place, he will have no enemies or detractors that he need heed. “The man who never represents the public or the impecunious citizen in any Great contest, but always the cause of Corporate wealth, never has these trou- bles. It is always the other fellow whose | Professional character is alittle below _ Par. *“Discouragements enough beset the b- Ambitious youth who resolutely sets out the path of devotion to duty and to cause of justice, who strives to render I do not care feaching the summit of his profession by ‘that route. “Tt is said that it is to be regretted that _ @ny such controversy as this in which we are involved should arise over a nomina of a justice of the supreme court. So it is. But when it is said further that _ OMe might better be chosen over whom fo such bitter contention would arise, I decline to follow.” GOME PROFESSIONAL psychologist could Boys and War HE wisdom of universal military training—training, mind you, not service—usually is placed upon the ground that it would give to boys and young men physical development, dis- cipline and co-operative spirit that could be gained in few other ways ° The opposition centers largely on the sentimental view that the training pro- posed would be given at the most im pressionable age of youth and would de- velop an objectionable military viewpoint in all our young men, It would be all right, many declare, to train men, but not boys. The fact is, however, that it is the boys who will fight our next war, as they have fought our past wars. It is boys—young men under 21—who always are the first at the front in every war. The chances not only for their suc- cess, but for their lives, depend largely upon their military training. Both bul- lets and disease find their easiest mark in the untrained soldier Study these figures. Perhaps they will give you a new viewpoint on who it is that fight our wars, on who it !s that should be trained to protect themselves, as well as their country, in case of war They show the ages of the “men,” in reality boys, who fought in the Union army during the civil war: 10 years and under ...... . 2s 11 years and under . 38 12 years and under . 225 13 years and under . 300 14 years and under . 1,523 15 years and under . 104,987 16 years and under . 231,051 17 years under . 844,891 18 years a under 1,151,438 years under ... 2,159,798 years and OVER 681,511 S years and OVER . «ee 46,462 44 years and OVER ....... 16,071 The training systems of Switzerland and Australia teach their youth as much of how to protect their health and life, in peace as well as in war, as they do of how to meet an armed enemy. And that training, given to boys, is not only added strength for national defense, but added insurance that the boys will live to be men, able to do a man’s work in the ©TAR—WEDNESDAY, | | (Continued From Our Last leeue) | CHAPTER VIL | A Different Sort of Man | | ing Bill sald again, “What are you doing, wandering the Your teeth a Ht the love of Mike around tn Good Lord! ing | Even tn her fea: |night, the ctreumstar woods at night? chatter. Istening the past ten days “I got lost,” she explained, grow: was out ing suddenly calm. “I Walking, and lost my way,” know timber,” tn consequence Meadows is out looking for Well, you've had an adventure, That's worth something. eat @ bite, and you'll fee) better.” He dug some utens out of bi pack layout—two plates, knife, fork and spoons and | the fire. Opposite the meat a pot| ot coffee bubbled. “How far ts ft to Cariboo Meadow Harel asked | BUI looked up from his supper preparations. | “You've got me,” he returned areleesly, “Probably four or five miles. I'm not positive.” “Good heavens! Harel et claimed. “But you know the way? “Like a book-—in the daytime,” he replie¢. “But night tn the tim ber ts another story.” | He resumed his arranging of the food while she digested this, Pres ently he came back to the subject “You seo, I'm away off any trail here,” he sald, “and [t's all woods. It's pure accident I happen to be here at all, I left the Moadows at noon, and Nigger—that’s this con founded cayuse of mine—he had to |get scared. He got away from me, and 1 had to track him. I was all for catching that horse, so I didn't much attention to where I was going. So I'm not dead sure of my ground. But you don’t need to wor ry on that account, I'll get you li right. Well, sit up and eat Refore long they had satisfied jtheir hunger. Bill got up. | “Well, ll make a move,” he nald, and disappeared abruptly Into “Make a hit by going to Portland, Ore., and dis- gpa how It feels to indulge in a spree on 5 tonic 3 per cent alcohol. RECENT BIRTH of the Grandpa Root boom. tet forcibly recalls attention to Col. Roose velt’e famous opinion to the effect that the eonvention will take “me or worse.” world. BASEBALL, VEROUN, Vitia, national poll- searing and catfish biting—a for a championship would make this perfect ——— EV TRUE SAYS: ATER Pe pe IAL SUGGESTION FOR THE t OF MOVIE PARTS " was a very shy young man.| cee long years he had been a her attention, and had not “yet even squeezed her hand. | | One evening, as they lingered tn shadow of the trees by her gate, j@ asked, timidiy: © “Florence, would you—might I— ue 4 you mind if I placed one kiss on your fair hand to- when I leave you?” nee thought he wanted ling up. So she dropped her coyly on his shoulders, i{fte face temptingly to his and re- “rer : “Well, George, I should) sia It decidedly out of place.” | ee eee! mdepe' THE OLD-AGH RECORD A Sick coche day when all of the A ‘7 wi mains didnt have a girl's face front cover. FEELFINE IND DANDY “Got a 10 Cent Box of “Cascarets’’ for Your Liver and -Bowels BY GENE AHERN What {is this? It looks of a kitchen door, Shhh! Listen! It’s the hose crane, a first cousin | Tonight sure! Remove the liver| ‘and bowel poison which is keeping | big enough to take a pletur ees at SAhn~- GELLING UMBRELLAS IN A TURKISH BATH—. RIGHT IN the hy Carranza lald off at baths. Also got « cl of hie neck, FORD BAYS that hie beating of Wm Alden Smith in those Michigan primaries was a vie | tory for peace. Cracky! out Uncie Willlam Alden a wargod? OS T_ANY THING = ROBERT THRELKELD’ IDEA OF A SOFT JOB 7 indent. UNNATURAL HISTORY like « piece of spaghetti! being thrown out garden to the traveling crane, Our camera wasn't| @ of the head dizzy, your tongue coated,| crane standing up, and we asked offensive and stomach sour.|him to pull his head down out of i "t stay billous, sick, headachy, the clouds, so we could get view of him. | constipated. Why don’t’ you get a box of Cascarets from the drug now? Eat one or two tonight end enjoy the nicest, gentlest liver ‘and bowel cleansing you ever expe “Fienced. You will wake up feeling ‘fit and fine. Cascarets never gripe | Or bother you all the next day, like calomel, salts and pills. They act)a bali | gently but thoroughly. Mothers|the crane S) Should give cross, sick, bilious or! A few feverish children a whole Cascaret en wore their hats in a mov f any time. They are harmless and|a lot of men envied the gard children love them. crane, sox made to order. duction to hia feet every A a better He bas to have his collars and His head is so far away from his feet that he has to have an intro time he gets his head down near them. A crowd at a parade, accident or| jy, and rinses out easily. park fence wouldn't bother! ‘ears ago, when the wom ie show, jen hose Bathe are so uncertain In Mexico that It sometimes takes a week to get all the ] dirt off a president. | it of the Villa hunt, Senor in Bartolo for a week of in shave—on the back | ia he trying te make | | 1 TRYING TO FonGET ITT ‘The West Fartehville Birthday club met at Mre. Syivia Themes’ last Saterday to remind ber of her birth- Wears elastic boots. Orange jelly and cream is a fe vorite dish of the Russian royal family. King George has lately been de Yoting some time to the study of Russian. Queen Mary's accounts of her personal expenditure are kept by ber chief dresser. “starry” fe the pet name by which the queen of Norway is known to all her relatives. The prince of Wales, during his day at 6 o'clock in the morning. . . MILLION WHO OVER NIGHT, wre. Be Careful in Using Soap on Your Hair Most soaps and prepared sham poos contain too much alkali, which \{a very injurious, as {t dries the |scalp and makes the hair brittle. best thing to use Is just plal nulsified cocoanut oll, for it lis pure and entirely greaseless. It's very cheap, and beats the most ex pensive soaps or anything el: all to pleces You can get this at any drug store, and a few ounces will last the whole family for months. Simply moisten the hair with water and rub it in, about a tea- spoonful is all that fs required. it| makes an abundance of rich, creamy lather, cleanses thorough The hatr| jdries quickly and evenly, and is |roft, fresh looking, bright, fluffy, | wavy, and easy to handle. Be sides, it loosens and takes out ev ery particle of dust, dirt and dan druff.—Advertisement, jand you stay tn London, has risen every | ff |the dark. | Presently he was back, leading three horses, One he saddled The other two he rigged with his pack outfit | “There,” he sald, “we're ready to hit the trail you ride?” “1 don't know,” Hazel answered dubiously, “I never have ridden a horse.” “My, my!" he emfled. “Your ed on been sadly neglected— schoolma’am, too!” “My walking education hasn't deen neglected,” Hazel retorted. “I dont need to ride, thank you.” “It's going to be nasty travel ing, Mise Welr,” Roaring Bill spoke at her elbow. “I'll walk and lead the packs. You ride Atl He's gentle I'll help you moun If Haael had ati!) been inclined to insist on walking, she had no chance to debs took her by the arm and led her ne jup beside the horse. Unused to mounting, she blun- dered at the first attempt. The next Instant he caught her under the arms and set her gently in the seat of the saddle. “You're such a little person,” he ond ag said, “these stirrups are a mile too mo (gg long. Put your feet in the leather eee above—so. Now play follow your WELL, WHO CARES? leader. Gtve Silk his head.” Admiral Von Tirpits always| They crossed the small meadow and plunged into thick woods again. For the greater part of the way Hazel could see nothing. The night seemed endless as the wilderness itself. For what seemed to her interminable length of time, they bore slowly on thru timber; then as they crossed a stream, and came upon a level place beyond, Silk bumped tnto the other horses and stopped. Hazel hesitated a second There was no sound of movement. “Mr. Wagstaff!” she called “Yours truly,” his voice hailed back, away to one side. “Til be there tn a minute.” In leas time he appeared besite her. “Will yon fall off, or be lifted r” he said cheerfully. “Where are wet” she demanded “Ask me something easy,” he re turned. “I've been going {It blind for an hour, trying to hit any traf! that would show where Iam. It's dark. A man couldn't find his way over country that he knew tonight if he had a lantern and a com pass.” “What on earth am I going to do?’ Hazel cried desperately “Camp here till daylight,” Roar. ing Bill answered evenly. “The only thing you can do.” “IT suppose if I must, I must; bat I can get off without any help, thank you,” Hazel answered un- graciously. Roaring Bill made no reply, bot stood back, and when her feet touched solid earth he turned away, and Hazel saw him stooping here and there. In no time he was back with an armful of dry stuff, and had a small blaze. AW it grew he piled on larger sticks till the bright flame waved two feet high, lighting up the nearby woods He paid no attention to Hazel until she came timidly up to the fire. “Then he looked up at her with his whimstoal smile. “That's right,” he said; “come on and get warm. No use worrying — or getting cross, 1 suppose from your civilized, conventional potnt of view, {t's a terrible thing to be out in the woods all night alone with a strange man, Put I'm not a bear— I won't eat you.” Then he stripped the horses of their burdens and tied them out of sight among the trees. That task finished, he took his ax and rustled a pile of wood, When finally he laid aside his ax, he busted himself with gathering grass and leaves and pine needles until he had sev. eral armfuls collected and spread in an even pile to serve as a mat- treas, Wpon this he laid his bed ding, two or three pairs of woolen blankets, a pillow, the whole inclos: ed with a long canva tarpaulin of the cattle ranges. “There,” he sald; “you can turn in whenever you feel Ite it.” For himself, he took the saddle blankets and laid them close by the Roar Sit down here and get warm,” born of the en and part lly of the man, Hazel noticed that hie speech wan of a different order from that to which she had been “Easy thing to do when you don't Bill remarked. “And ou baven't had any you've been scared almost and probably all Cariboo you, Better them by | the question. Btll/ et, the bed] APR. 19, 1916. PAGE 4 K—*THE Ltrs = Roaring Billi Stood Wit fire, within reaching distance of the woodpile, taking for cover a pack anvas, Ho stretched himself at full length, filled his pipe, and fell to staring into the fire while he smoked, Half an hour later he rained bis) head and looked across the fire at Hazel “Why don't you go to bed?" he od. “I'm not sleepy,” ashe declared, which was a palpable falsehood, for her eyelids were even then drop- ping. “Maybe not, but you need rest,” | Bill naid, quietly “Quit thinking things It'll be all the same a bun dred years from now. Go to bed | You'll be more comfortable.” | Thus peremptorily commanded, Hazel found herself granting inmtant jobdedience. She got into the blank |ets just as she stood, even to her | shoes, and drew the o: of sound slumber with a violent |tarpealin over her and laughing Sleeping Beauty,” doyishly, “Breakfast's watd, ready.” | He went back to the fire Harel sat up, patting her tousled hatr in |to some semblance of order. CHAPTER VIII In Deep Water “Do you suppose I can get home tm time to open school?" she tnquir- e4, anxiously. Roaring Bill smiled. “I dont know,” he answered. “Tt all de pends.” Upon what ft depended he aid not specify, but busied himself pack- ing up. In half an hour or less they were ready to start. BMll spent a few minutes lot stirrups, then should mount. He seemed more thoughtful, leas inclined to speech. “You know where you are now, don't yout” she asked “Not exactly,” he responded. “But I will before long—I hope” The ambiguity of his enswer did not escape her. She puzzied over ft while Stlk ambled sedately be hind the other horses. For two hours Roaring Bil! tramped thro aisles bordered with pine and spruce and fir, Not once did they cross a road or @ trail | With the clouds hiding the sun, she |could not tell north from south. | “Aren't we ever going to get there?” she called tmpatiently | “Pretty soon,” he called back, jand struck out briskly again, Another bovr passed. crossed a ravine and steep hillside. Pre Haze! could look away over an area of woodisnd undulating like a heavy ground well at sea, Here and |there ridges stood forth boldly above the general roll, and distant ly she could descry a white-capped mountain range. They turned the By Bertrand W. Binci vas sheet UP ridge crest and once more Into t Then all at once she wakened out halt jrtart. Roaring Bill was shaking tho | ‘North of Fifty-Three’ 1914, by Little, Brown & Co. | r—Copyrighted, FORTUN hin Three Feet of Her end of a thick patch of pine scrub, and Bill pulled up in a emall open-| ing. From a case swinging at bis belt he took out a pair of field glasses, and leisurely surveyed the/ country “Well? Hazel interrogated “Nothing in sight, is there?” Bill said thoughtfully | “Don't you know this country at} all?’ she asked gloomily. “I! thought I did.” he replied. “Put I can't seem to get my bear lings to work out correctly. I'm awfully sorry to keep you In # a pickle, But it can’t be helped.” | Thus he disarmed her for the/ time being he could not find fault with a man who was doing | his best to help her. "Well, we won't get anywhere standing on this hill,” he remark- ed at length. | He took up the lead rope and mo on. They dropped over the woods. Roaring Bill made his next beside a spring, and fell to uniashing the packs. “What ao you @olng to do?” Harel ask “Cook a bite, and let the hors graze,” he told her. “Do you real- ine that we've been going since daylight? It’s near noon. Horses! have to eat and rest once in a while, just the same as human be ings The logic of this Haze! could not well deny. Bill hobbled out his borses on the grass below the spring, made a fire, and set to work cooking. For the first time the idea of haste seemed to have taken bold of him. Altogether, he did not con- sume more than 40 minutes at the noon halt. The afterncon wore on without bringing them any nearer Carfboo Meadows #0 far as Hazel could see. She called @ halt at 4 o'clock. “Mr. Wagstaff!” Bill stopped his horses and came back to her. “Aren't we ever going to get any- where?’ she asked soberly “Sure! But we've got to keep go- ing. Got to make the best of a bad job,” he returned. “You don't seem to realize the position it puts me in,” Hazel an- swered. A wave of despondency |wwept over her, and her eyes grew jsuddenly bright with the tears she strove to keep back. “If we wan- | der around In the woods much long-| er, T'll simply be a sensation when 1 do get back to Cariboo Meadows. I'm a stranger tn this country, and what little they do know of me—"| Roaring Bil! looked up at her im-) |passively. “I know,” he said, “Your a(friend Perkins talked a lot. But) |what’s the difference? Cariboo! | Meadows {s only a fleabite. If you're right, and you know you're right, you can look the world in the eye and tell it collectively to go to th devil. Besides, you've got a per-| verted idea. People aren't so ready to give you the bad eye on some-/ | BY ARNOLD FR RICKS body else's sayso, It would take 4 lot more than a flash drummer's word to convince me that you're a naughty little girl Peiaw—for get it!” Hazel colored hotly at his men tion of Perkins, but for the latter part of his speeeh she could have bugged him. “Well, let's get said, abruptly dle sore to ride, walk a while. Ko slower.” She walked, and the exercine re Neved the cramping ache in her limbs, She followed tl! her strength began to fall. And when, in spite of her determination, she lagged behind, he stopped at the first wa ter. “We'll camp here,” he said “You're about all in, and we can't inywhere tonight, | see plain somewhere, “If you're too aad mi Hazel accepted best she could. They talked little Hazel was tn the grip of utter for lornness, wishful to cry, After a long period of abstraction, Roar. ing Pill atlently arranged her bed Night passed, and dawn ushered in a clearing sky, When they set out again, Hazel walked the stiff nese out of ber muscles before she mounted, When she did get on Silk, Roaring Bill incremsed his pace She asked no questions. What was the use? He would eventually come out somewhere. The last trailing banner of cloud anished, and the sun rode clear in an opal sky, Hazel was thus en- abled to locate the cardinal points of the compass. And was what set her thinking. Roar. ine Bill drove straight north fn an undeviating line recollected that the point from which rhe had loft her way had lain northeast of| A swift rush of Carlboo Meadows. mineivin “Mr. sharply Roaring Bil) stopped. “Where are you taking me?” she nded “Why, I am taking you home or trying to.” he answered mildly “But you're going north,” she de- clared. “You've been going north all morning. I was north of Cariboo Meadows when I got lost. How can we get back to Cariboo Meadows hy going still farther north?” “You're more of a woodsman than I tmagined,” Bill remarked gently. She looked at him for a minute. “Do you know where we are now?” she asked quietly " he made laconic answer. “Which way is Cariboo Meadows, then, and how far is it?’ she de manded jeneral direction south,” he “Fifty miles more Rather more than less. you've been leading me straight north!" she cried. “Ob, what am I going to do?” “Keep right on going.” Wagstaff answered. “I won't—I won't!” she flashed. “Ill find my own way back. What she called replied slowly. or less. “A “You'll have a beautiful time of it," he said dryly, completely ig- nortng her last question. “Take you three days to walk there—if you knew every foot of the way. And you don't know the way. Trav- eling in timber {s confusing, as you've discovered. You'll never see Cariboo Meadows, or any other place, if you tackle it singlehand- ed, without grub or matches or bed- ding. It's fall, remember. A snow- storm is due any time. This is a whopping big country. A g00d many men ‘© got lost in {t—and other men have found their bones,” He let this sink in while she sat there on his horse choking back a wild desire to curse him. “You miaied me.” She found her voice at last. “Why?” trail doesn’t happen to lead to Cariboo Meadows, that's all,” Roaring Bill coolly told her. “If you must go back there, I shan’t restrain you in any way whatever. But I'm for home myself. And that,” he came close, and smiled bis dictum as} the result | att things this p | frankly up at her, “Is @ better piace than Cariboo Meadows. I've got @ little houne back there in the woods It's home for me, Why should I go back to Cariboo Meadows? OF you?” “Why should I go with yout she demanded scornfully “Because | want you to,” he mur mured They matched glances for a see Wagstaff smiling, half horrified Are ond she ou clean mad?” she asked angrily I was beginning to think you @ gentleman “Yes?” he drawled “Well, there's no profit in arguing that point. Let's be getting on.” He reached for the lead rope of |the nearest pack ‘horas Hazel 1 Silk up a step. “Mr. Wagstaff,” she eri “1 must go back.” “You can’t go back without me,” jhe sald. “And I'm not traveling that way, thank you,” “Please—oh, pleasé'” she begged forlornly Roaring Pill's face hardened. “I will not,” he said flatly, “I'm go tng to play the game way. And I'll play fair. That's the only promise I will make.” She took « look at the encom- passing woods, and her heart sank at facing those shadowy stretches alone and unguided. The truth of | his statement that she would never reach Cariboo Meadows forced it- self home. Th but the one way out, an her woman's wit would have to ve her. “Go on, then,” she gritted, In a swift surge of anger. “I am afraid to face this country alone. I ad- mit my helplessness. But, so help |me, heaven, I'll make you pay for this dirty trick!” He took up the lead rope, and went on without even looking back to see if she followed. CHAPTER IX. The House That Jack Built | ‘Thereafter, day by day, the miles unrolled behind them. Al | ways Roaring Bill faced straight For a week he kept on tire- lessly, and a consuming desire to know how far he intended to go began to take hold of her. But she would not ask even when she found it hard to keep up her hos- tile attitude, to nurse bitterness against « man who remained se- renely unperturbed, and who, for all his apparent lawlessness, treat- ed her as a man would treat his sister. Two hours from their noon camp on the fourth day in the valley, | Hazel sighted some moving objects Tin the distance, angling up on the | timber-patched hiliside. Presently she made them out to be men mounted, and accompanied by packs. She counted the riders —five, and as many pack horses, Upon her first impulse she swung off Silk, and started for the biliside. There was a chance, and she was rapidly becoming tnured to take chances. At a distance of north her heels. But he stood with his bands ‘n his pockets, watching her. She did not look again until she half a mile up the hill. Then he and his packs had vanished. Bo, too, had the travelers that she was hurrying to meet. Off the valley floor, 8 no longer com- manded the same sweeping out- look. The patches of timber inter vened. As she kept on, she became more uncertain. She was growing tired. Her feet ached from climbing, and she was wet with perspiration. She rested again, and tried calling. But her voice sounded muffled in the tim- ber, and she soon gave over that. As twilight fell a brief panic eetzed her. She sat down on & dead tree and cried softly to her- self. “Well?” She started, with an Involuntary gasp of fear, it was so unexpected. Roaring Bill Wagstaff stood within five feet of her, resting one hand on the muzzle of his grounded ri- fe, smiling plactdly. (Continued In our next issue) “‘Meat Prices they are until the arrival in August or September. try imenting with substitutes its high degree of nutri which that nutriment American market Then you may be sure utmost in nutriment for y Write for our li tells how to make nutritious dishes. Seattle 10c And the Butchers calmly predict that if prices do not go higher they will at least stay about where The prevailing high prices affect Me whole coun- Food commissions in various cities are exper- The New York City Commission strongly rec- ommends a consistent use of Macaroni because of is assimilated. Washington Macaroni—the best Macaroni on the only costs a trifle when com- pared to the price of meat. So when you buy Macaroni, Macaroni Elbows, Feg Noodles, etc., insist on Washington Brand. A. F. Ghiglione & Sons Wstab 1s “FAMOUS FOR NUTRIMENT” Hit the Roof” —News Item. of cheap grass-fed cattle for meat. ment and the ease with that you are buying the our family and friends. cook book, It many delicious and ished 76 Wash. 10c pstivcrogs Avon LGHEE sons