The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 22, 1916, Page 4

The Seattle Sta Entered at Beattia By mail, out of city, Ih. Postottion @ monrha #1 y, the year, econ d-ciase matter © per month w Getting Down to Brass Tacks ENSORING everything which interests the child continues to absorb the feminine intelligence. Women’s clubs all over the country are at it. Books, movies, art, picture puzzles, and nursery wall paper are scrutinized they are not at all valuable to the chi for details which migh cence, And all that much o t corrupt childish inno- f this carefully planned censoring does is to rob the child of valuable mental pabulum. It is often a mistake because mothers find nothing but myths and fairy tales with which to fill up toc ) inquisitive brains. It fails because symbolism is not what the child’s mind craves. The child is reaching out after facts and action from real life. He takes things literally. He wants realism. He wants to knqw which is the safe and which is the sharp end of a brass tack. And the too careful mother, instead of intro- ducing him to the tack, and letting the acquaint- anceship proceed on natural, if unpleasant, lines, puts the tack beyond his reach and requires him to fix his attention on the blue bird as the emblem of human happiness, or teaches him to dance like a sleepy poppy swaying in the wind. These substitutes have their aesthetic place in a child’s bringing up, but id anxious to acquire absolute knowl- edge about brass tacks by the experimental or laboratory method. ‘ Up to Mayor and Council No comes the state bureau of in- spection and supervision with a re- rt that the municipal lines have been ing money—a total of 1915, to be exact. As well report that April has 30 days, and that William Shakespeare is dead It is true the municipal lines have been Every one knows it. What is more to the point, however, is that the lines will continue to lose MAYOR THE COUNCIL FIND THEMSELV BACKBONE PE S DO—TO AND MAK THEM INTO ONE TRUNK LIN INSTEAD OF TWO LITTLE STUB losing money. money UNTIL THE WITH ENOUGH DO WHAT. THE “TENDED THEM TO TEND THE LINES | LINES. When the people voted $800,000 in 1910, they intended to have a main or trunk line from Rainier valley to Ballard. Mischief S $56,721.43 in No Idle Money to Get Into OME of the big financial newspapers are disturbed because “the public” is keeping away from the stock market Without “the public” to feed them, both Their present D is a president TO IN- EX- OPI So little is street offices But the fir ence of “the Employmen the bulls and the bears must languish. roaring indicates that they are being pretty poorly fed just now. Financial experts say that the public is shying at stock investments because this ial year, or because of the Mexican situation, or because of fear of trouble with Germany, or because many small investors were speedily separated from their money not long ago, divorced from their war brides, one might say. doing in som@ of the Wall that the leading financiers are away on vacations. nancial experts may be all Wrong as to the reasons for the indiffer- public.” t conditions, and business in STAR—SATURDAY. APRIT 22, 1916. PAGE 4 Novel a Week high-class, book- Complete this week ta watts; @ full tmetall- come te you every ée7. (Continued from Our Last leeue) | The evening of the third day from there Bill traveled tll dusk.) When camp was made and the fire started, he called Hazel to one aide, up on @ little rocky knoll, and) | pointed out a half dozen pin pointe of yellow glimmertag distantly in jthe dark “That's Bella Coola,” be told her, | "And unless they've made a radical | change In their sailing schedules) there should be a boat clear to-| morrow at noon.” CHAPTER XIV, | The Dron@ of the Bee Hive | A black cloud of amoke was roll ing up from the funnel of the Stan ley D. as Bill Wagstaff piloted Harel from the grimy Bella Coola} jhotel to the wharf. } “There aren't many passengers, the told her, “They're mostly can- nery men, But you'll have the cap | tain's wife to chaperon you. She | happens to be making the trip.” | When they were aboard and thel cabin boy had shown them to what was dignified by the name of atate room, Bill drew a long envelope from his pocket. ie “Here,” he said, “ie a little imoney. I hope you won't let any! foolish pride gtand tn the way of| using ft freely. It came easy to me. Seetng that I deprived you of access to your own money and all your pergonal belongings, you are entitled to this any way you look at it And I want to throw tn a bit of gratuitous advice—in case you should conclude to go “back to the Meadows. They probably looked high and low for you. But there ts no chance for them to learn where you actually did get to unless you yourself tell them. The most plausible explanation— and {f you go there you must make some explanation—would be for you to say that you got loat— which true enough-—and that) Ny fell tn with @ party nd later on connected up with @ party of white people who were traveling coastward That you wintered with them, and they put you on a steamer and sent you to Vancouver when spring opened, “That, I guess, ts all,” he con.) cluded slowly, “Only I wish”—he jcaught her by the shoulders and/ shook her gently—‘I sure do wish | |{t could have been different, little | person. Maybe you'll have a kind Mer feeling for this big old North when you get back {nto your cities jand towns, with thefr smoke and smells and business sharks, where it's everybody for himself and the devil take the hindmost. Oh, yes— when you get to Vancouver go to/| the Ladysmith. It's a’ nice, quiet hotel in the West End. Any hack By Bertrand W. Sino! In—Copyrighted, 1914, by Litt le, Brown @ Co. NEXT WEEK—“THE LITTLE F school chum—and Loraine’s mother, Back of them, with wide and startled eyes, loomed Jack Barrow Ho pressed forward while the two women overwhelmed Ha ith « flood of exclamations and question’ and extended his hand, Hazel ac cepted the overture. ‘They stood a few minutes on the corner; then Mra, Marsh propose that they go to the hotel, where they could talk at their leisure and in comfort. Loraine and her mother took the lead, Barrow naturally fell into step with Hazel, aring sackcloth and he said humbly “And | guess you've got about a million apologies coming from everybody in Granville for the shabby way th Shortly after you one of the papers ferreted out the truth of that Bush affair and the vindictive old hound's reasons for that compromising legacy were set forth It seems this newspaper fellow connected up with Bush's secretary, Bush appears to have kept a diary—and kept it posted up to the day of his death—poured out all bis feelings on paper, and repeatedly apserted that he would win you or ruin you, And it seems that that night, after he was hurt, he called in his lawyer and made that codicil—and spent the rest of the time tll he died gloating over the chances of it beemirching your character.” “I've grown ashes, rather indifferent .” Hagel replied tmperson- “But he succeeded rather Even you, who should h known me better, were ready to believe the very worst.” “I've paid for it,” Barrow plead- ed. “You don’t know how I've hated myself for betng such a cad. But {t taught me a lesson--if you'll not hold a grudge against me. I've wondered and worried about you, disappearing the way you 4id Where have you been, and how have you been getting on? You! surely look well.” He bent an ad-/ miring glance on her. | ‘Oh, I've been every place, and 1 can't complain about not getting | on,” she answered carelessly, For the life of her, she could) not help making comparisons be- tween the man beside her and an- other who guessed would by| now be bearing up to the creat of the divide, Hazel visited with the three of them In the hotel parlor for a) matter of two hours, went to/ lancheon wittr them, and at) luncheon Loraine Marsh brought) up the subject of her coming home to Granvillg with them. | The Bu incident was dis-| cussed and dismissed. On the} question of returnt Hasel wan) ORTUNE over her head, and fumbled tn her purse for another handkerchief. Her fingers drew forth, with the bit of linen, a folded sheet of paper, which seemed to hypnotize her, #0 fixedly did she remain looking it. A sheet of plain white pa marked with dots and names and crooked lines that stood for rivers, with shaded patches that meant mountain ranges she bad geen Bi . She stared at it a long time Then she found her time table, and ran along the interminable atring | of station names till she found) Ashcroft, from whence northward ran the Appian Way of British Co the Cariboo Road, over had journeyed by stage. the distance, and the hour of arrival, and looked at her watch, Then a fever ish awctivity took hold of her. She dressed, got her sult case from tn der the rth, 4d wt articles into ft, regar Her hat was in a paper bag suspended | from a hook above the upper berth Wherefore, she tied a silk scarf over her head. he set her‘suit case 4 curled herself in the berth, with her face pressed close against the window. A whim sical smile played about her mouth, and her fingers taptapped steadily on the purse, wherein was folded Bill Wagstaff's map. And then out of the dark ahead a cluster of lights winked briefly, the shriek of the Limited's whistle echoed up and down the wide reaches and the coaches came to a| stop. Hazel took one look to make Then she got softly into the er sult case and left the car, At the steps she turned to give the car porter a monsage. “Tell Mrs. Marsh—the lady tf she said, with @ dollar his faculties, “that Mis Wer bad te go back. Say tha Will write soon and explain.” She stood back in the shadow of the station for a few seconds. The) Limited's stop was brief, When) the red lights went drumming down | the track, took up her sult case and walked uptown to t hotel where she had tarried overnight once before. The clerk showed her to a room. She threw her suit case on the bed and turned the key tn the lock. Then she went over, and throwing up the window to its greatest height, sat down and looked stead- ily toward the north, smiling to herself. | “IT can find him," she suddenly | watd him And with that she blew a kiss from her fingertips out toward the dark and silent North, pulled down ud. “Of course I can find . ..BY ARNOLD FREDERICKS “You really and truly came back, little person,” he murmured, “Lord, Lord—-and yet they say the day of miracies is past.” “You didn’t think I would, 41d you?” she asked, with ber blush- ing face snuggled against bis sturdy breast. “Stillf you gave me a map so that I could find the y hat was fost taking @ denper- ate chance. No, I never expected to see you again, unless by accel dent,” he said honestly, “And I've | been erying the hurt of it to the stare all the way back from the coast. I only got here yesterday, 1 pretty near passed up coming back at all. I didn’t see how I could ntay, with everything to remind me of you, Say, but it looked like a lonesome hole. I uned to love this Place—but I didn’t love it last night. I'm not we But 1 don't think I could have stayed here long.” They stood silent in the doorway for a long interval, Bill holding her close to him, and she bilssfully contented, careless and unthinking of the future, so filled was she with Joy of the present “Do you love me much, little person?” Bill asked, after a little. She nodded vigorous assent. “Why?” he desired to know. “Oh, Just because—because you're ® man, I suppose,” she returned mischtevously. “The world’s chuck-full of men,” Bill observed, “Surely,” she looked at him. “But they're not like you. Mayhe it's bad policy to t in flattering you, but there aren't many men of your type, Billy-boy; big and strong and capable, and at the same time kind and patient and able to un- derstand things, things a woman can't always put into words. Lest fall you hurt my pride and nearly feared me to death by carrying me | th off tn that lawless, headlong fash- fon of yours. But you seemed to know just how [ felt about it, and you played fairer than any man J ever knew would have done under the same circumstances. I didn't realize it until I got back Into the civilized world. And then, all at oncé, I found myself longing for you~and for these old fores' thé mountains and all. So back.” “Wise girl” he kissed her. “You'll never be sorry, I hope. It took some nerve, too. It’s a long trafl from here to the outside, But this North country—4t blood—if your blood'’s r don’t think there’s any | your veins, Uttle person, Lord! I'm afraid to lét go of you for fear you'll vantsh into nothing, like a Hindu fakir stunt.” “No fear,” Hazel laughed. “I've A Great Feature Mesta-s all the wther things this paper will atv ot oti a-price mov better tor evening reed- Pond oe ene mission and @ preacher. Let's be on our way and get married, Then we'll come back here and spend our honeymoon. Eh?” Bhe nodded assent. “Are you game to start in half hour?” b ked, holding her off at arm’ adrolringly. “I'm game for anything, or wouldn't be here,” she retorted. “All right. You just watch an exhibition of speedy packing,” Bill deciared—and straightway fell to work. Hazel followed him about, help ing to get the kyaks packed wi food, They caught the three hors and Bill stripped the pony of | Hazel's riding gear and placed a on him, Then he put her sad- on Silk. ‘8 your private mount hence Bill told her laughingly. “You'll ride him with more pleas ure than you did the first time, won't you?” Presently they were ready to start, planning to ride past Limp ing George's camp and tell bim whither they were bound. Hazel was already mounted. Roaring Bill paused, with bis toe tn the stirrup, 4 smiled whimaically at her over horse's back. “I forgot something,” sald he, and went back into the cabin— hortly emerged, bearing a sheet of paper upon which something was written in bold, angular characters. This he pinned on the door. Hagel rode” Silk clone to see what it might be, and laughed amusedly, for Bill had | written: “Mr, and Mrs, William Wagstaff will be at home to their friends on and after June 20.” He swung up Into his saddle, and they jogged across the open. In the edge of the first timber they pulled up and looked backward at cabin drowsing silently under {ts sentinel tree. Roaring Bill reached out one arm and iald it across Hagel's shoulders. “Little person,” he said soberly, “here's the end of one trail, and the beginning of another—the long- ent trail either of us bas ever faced. How does it look to you?” She caught his fingers with a quick, hard pressure. “All trails look alike to me,” she said, with shining eyes, “just so we hit them together.” THE END, ROOSEVELT CLUB MEETS The Women's Roosevelt club holds its regular weekly meeting Saturday afternoon, April 22, at 3 p. m., at the home of President Mrs, C. H. Wharton, 342 16th Impor- tant business will be contracted. noncommittal. The Iden appealed strongly to her. Granville was home. She had grown up there. When Gill ran in 1914, he promised the purchase of the Renton line at a fair fot a pony tied to @ tree out there, and four Siwashes and a camp ont- fit over by Crooked lake. If I general, have never been better in this country. Most men are too much occu- ff} driver knows the place.” He dropped bis hands, and |looked steadily at her for a few the shade, and went quietly to bed CHAPTER XV. value, or A MUNICIPALLY-BUILT LINE PARALLEL TO THE SEAT- TLE, RENTON & SOUTHERN. In his 1916 campaign for re-election, he addressed the people of Ballard at the' Kis subject, demand- ing to know why the council did not ex- tend Division A to Ballard. Very well, then, it is up to the mayor. It is up to R. H. Princess theatre on t It is up to the council. Thomson, head of the city mittee. HAVE THEY GOT THE BACK- BONE? pied in earnin, gets into the republican nat! things Mark H. utilities com- SEEMS THA’ nary rings. to find time to spend it in brokers’ offices, or on the curb. It is idle money, like idle hands, which standpatter from Standpatvilie, ig moncy in legitimate ways ucket shops, most mischief. IN HARDING for temporary chairman, the lonal convention will have a What a lot of janna’s missing! 'T most all of those “iron rings around Vilia” had holes In them, just like ordi- ' @-—What is the exact time at ‘whieh the Paschal moon Is full in this year? PE Aya _ _A-—The Passover is on the " first full moon of the spring, from the 14th to the 2ist of the month As these services began evening, the moon must on the 17th of April. im a young lady who would now what you*would do In 1 am Interested in relig- and would like to plan It seems that men company. Not that | losing sleep about it, but why the case be so? Is It be- 80 many of the girls pretend one thing, but really are ing else, until boys have lost nce In them? | am aiso who Io to be at hom id care a great deal for social not think | am silly, Mise for | have been thinking of | this subject for some time, but do net get the right answers from oth- or. ple. ‘tusting you will answer this In near future, ANXIOUSLY WAITING, A—I believe many men have be- ome weaned from church for the feasons you give, and because it does not reach up and out to the | ideals of true Christianity. In oth @f words, there are too many in it | for the money. But you are sin- cere, which ‘s all the more reason that you should enter that line of work and help to destroy hypoc risy and make the church a vert- table reflection of Christ and His 4 in} Then your life must A > ¥ necessarily be a reflection of all that is good and noble. And some where, some time, a man who is worthy of you will seek you out * Q-—How can | remove grease spots from wallpaper? E. X. C. A—Take pipeclay or fuller’s earth and make a pa: day it on the stain with- out rubbing, and let it remain all night. It will be dry by morning. when it can be brushed off. U less it ts an old stain, the grease spot will have disappeared. If old, renew the application. Q—! am engaged to be married to a man who is using a name oth- er than his own. He intends to be married under this name. te it safe to marry under these clroum- stan BABE. A—A marriage is legal under whatever name the parties use. But a man who lives under a falsehood of any kind may practice other de- ceptions. 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Millions of people who had their turn at constipation, bilious at- tacks, acid stomach, nervous days and sleepless nights have become real cranks about the morning inside-bath, A quarter pound of limestone phosphate will not cost | much at the drug store, but ts suf. fictent to demonstrate to anyone, its cleansing, sweetening and freah ening effect upon the Killed and wounded In the |of Waterloo numbered about 6: They'd call it “falling back to a more favorable position,” nowadays. jhad wound | seconds, steadily and longingly. | “Goodby!” he said abruptir— and walked out and down the | Sangplank that was already being Cast loose, and away up the wharf without @ backward glance Hazel sat down on the berth. Presemtiy she opened the envelope |he had left in her hand. There was a thick fold of bills, her ticket, and both were wrapped in a sheet of paper penciled with dots and crooked lines. She laid it aside and counted the money. “Heaven: she whispered. “I wish he hadn't given me so much. I dido't need all that.” | For Roaring Bill had tucked a dozen $100 notes In the envelope. And, curiously enough, she was not | offended, only wishful that he had been leas generous. She sat a long time with the money in her lap, | thinking. Then she took up the | map, recognizing !t as the sheet of paper Bill had worked over so long thelr last night at the cabin It made the North more clear—e great deal more clear—to her, for he had marked Cariboo Meadows, the location of his cabin, and Bella |Coola, and drawn dotted lines to indicate the way he had taken her in and brought her out. The Fra ser and its tributaries, some of the crossings that she remembered were sketched in, the mountains jand the lakes by which his tral! “I wonder ff that’s a challenge to my vindictive disposition?” | sho murmured. “1 told him so} often that I'd make him sweat for his treachery {f ever I got a chance. Ah, well— She put away the map. The Stanley Bentick Arm and on through Burke Channel to the troubled waters of Queen Charlotte Sound After that she plowed south be- tween Vancouver Island and the rugged foreshores where the Coast Range dips to the sea, and, upon the evening of the third day, she swept across a harbor speckled with shipping from all the seven seas to her berth at the dock. So Hazel came again to a city— a city that roared and bellowed all {ts manifold noises In her ears, Jong grown accustomed to a vast and brooding silence, Mindful of Bill's parting word, she took a hack to the Ladysmith, And even tho the hotel was re moved from the business heart of the city, the rumble of the city's herculean labors reached her far into the night. But at last she fell asleep, and dawn of a clear spring day awakened her. She ate her breakfast, and set forth on a shopping tour. To such advantage did she put two of the $100 bills that by noon her immedi ate activity was at an end, and she had time to think of her next move Somehow she must find a means to return the unused portion of the to her—enormous sum Roaring | Bill had placed in her hands. She must make her own living, The question that troubled her was: How, and where? She had her trade at her finger ends, and the storied office build ings of Vancouver assured her that any efficlent stenographer could | find work | But she made no application for }employment. For on the corner of | Hastings and Seymour, as she gath ered her skirt In her hand to cross | the street, some one caught her by arm, and cried Well, forevermore, if it isn't Hazel Weir!’ | And she turned .to find herself | facing Loraine Marsh—a Granville! the money and D. bore down | from | thing lacking. There were a multitude of old ties, associations, friends to draw her back. But whether her home town would seem the same, whether she would feel the same toward the friend ‘ho bad held aloof in the time when she needed a friend the most, even if they came flocking | dack to her, was a question that she thought of if she did not put it In so many words. On the other hand, she knew too well the drear loneliness that would close upon her in Vancouver when the Marshes left. “Of course ypu'll come! We won't hear of | ing you behind So you can consider that settled,” Loraine Marsh declared at | “We're going day after tomorrow. So !s Mr. Barrow.” Jack walked with her out to the Ladysmith, and among other things told her bow be happened to be in the coast city doing pretty well "he sald. “I came out here on a Geal that involved about $50,000. I closed it up just this morning—and the commission would just about buy us that little house wo bad planned once. Won't you let bygones be bygones, | Hastert” “It might be possible, Jack,” she | answered slowly, “If It were not for the fact that you took the most effective means @ man could have |taken to kill every atom of affec- | tion I had for you. bitter any more—I feel at all.” “But you will,” he said eagerly. “Just give me a chance, Hazel.” “You'll have to make you own chances,” she said deliberately “Why should I put myself out to make you happy when you de stroyed all the faith I had tn you? You simply didn't trust me, If I don't feel simply don’t | slander could turn you against me once it might a second time. Be- sides, I don't care for you a man wants @ woman to care for him, And I don’t think I’m going to care—except, perhaps, in a friendly way.” And with that Barrow had to be content. He called for her the next day, and took her, with the Marshes, out for a launch ride, and other- wise devoted himself to being an agreeable cavalier, On the launch excursion it was settled definitely that Hazel should accompany them Kast. So that at dusk of the following day sho and Loraine Marsh sat in ja Pullman taking a last look at the environs of Vancouver as the train rolled thru the outskirts of the city Hazel told herself that she was going home. Barrow smiled friend- ly assurances over the seat. Even #0, she was restless, far content. There was some- At half after eight she called the porter and had him arrange her section for the night And she got into bed, thankful to| be by herself, depressed without} reason. She slept for a time, her sleep} broken into by morbid dreams, and eventually she wakened to find her eyes full of tears, She did not know why she should cry, but ery she did till her pillow grew motst. She raised on one elbow and looked out the window. The train slowed with a squealing of brakes and the hiss of escaping air to a station, On the signboard over the office window she read the name of the place and the notation Vancouver, 180 miles.” Her eyes were still wet. When the Limited drove east again she switched om the tiny electric bulb An Ending and a Beginning Unconsciously, by natural as similation, 80 to speak, Hazel Weir had absorbed more woodcraft than realised in her overwinter stay in the bigh latitudes. Bill ‘agetaff had once told her that few people know just what they can do until they are compelied to try, and upon this, her second journey northward, the truth of that statement grew more patent with each passing day So trailing north with old Limp-| ing George, his fat klootch, and two halfgrown Siwash youths, | Hazel bore steadily across coun | try, driving straight as the roll-| ing land allowed for the cabin that | snuggled in a woodsy basin close up to the peaks that guard Pine) | River P: Just north of Section 53. There came a day when brief! uncertainty became sure knowledge at sight of an L-shaped body of water glimmering thru the fire | thinned spruce. Her heart filut- tered for a minute. Like a homing | bird, by grace of the rude map and |Limping George, she had come to the Inke where the Indians bad cantped in the winter, | On the lake shore, where the! spruce ran out to birch and cotton: | | Wood, she called a halt. | “Make camp,” | “Cabin over there,” she waved her} hand. “I go, Byemby come back.” Then she urged her pony thru |the light timber growth and across | tho little meadows, Twenty min-| jutes brought her to the clearing Silk and Satin and Nigger loafing | at the sunny end of the stable,| pricked up their ears at her ap- proach, and she knew that Roaring Bill was home again. She tied her horse to a sapling and drew nearer, The cabin door stood wide. A brief pantie seized her, But ft passed. She knew that for good or | ill she would never turn backward, so, with her heart thumping tre mendously and a tentative smile curving her lips, she ran lightly across to the open door. On the soft turf her gave forth no souné. She gained the doorway as silently as a shadow. Roaring Btll faced the end of the long room, but he did not| see her, for he was slumped tn the big chair before the fireplace, his chin sunk on his breast, straight ahead with absent eyes. | In all the days she had been with | him she had never seen him look like that. That weary, hopeless | expression, the wry twist of his| lips, wruhg her heart and drew! from her a yearning little whisper: | “Bul!” He came out of his chair like a panther, And when his eyes be- held her in the doorway he stif- fened in his tracks. His brows wrinkled, He put up one hand and| absently ran it over his cheek. | “I wonder if I've got to the point! of seeing things,” he sald slowly. “Say, little person, fs it your astral body, or is it really you?" | ‘Of course it's me,” site cried tremulously, and with fine disre- | gard for her habitual preciseness ot| speech. He came up close to her and pinched her arm with a gentle! pressure, as if he had to feel the| material substance of her before he could believe. And then he put his hands on her shoulders, as he had| done on the steamer that day at} Bella Coola, and looked long and| nestly at her—looked till a crimson wave rose from her neck} instructed. footsteps |to the roots of her dark, glossy | hatr. And with that Roaring Bill took her in his arms, cuddled her! up close to him, and kissed her, not’ once, but many times, should vanish I've leave a plain trail for you to follow.” “Well.” Bill said, after a short bo evn, Mig 140 miles to a Hud- son post where there's a HIPPODROME. 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