The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 11, 1916, Page 4

COLYuUM ED FOR FILM FANS " YES, OLIVE! OLIVE CAVIAR—You're right! Lunch was the man who in that intensely dramatic where he frowned at the handle in “Frowsy Freda, Chambermaid. SURE, LENA LINSEED—My dear Lena,| Very observing, only you're) this tima When the cap) “Thirty Years Later,” was on the screen in “Only , but Honest,” the artist Wearing the same suit. Why, Tena, that was perfectly all) SURELY NOT PPE—Are you jesting | ask !f this war in Europe a bdig movie company! @ new spectacular war pic OH, YES . SWOON-I couldn't tell you! dogwood i# used in making Constant Bunn was the) in “A Livery Stadle Ro-| * His hobby is collecting (from the other actors). passed by the censors be- in one scene the hero was chewing gum. DON’T TREAT Mac Aron! wears tle. Yes, he drink: treats. He's Scotch b: Don't be afraid to DOES ST. VITUS . ¥.—Corneltus Cruch get: | thy lc spirit in his je . in “Wallie, the Wailing, by wearing woolen under- . “Fine Cut” is his favorite STAY AWAY LEBER—You say you're ; then I advise you not to the movies. Ned Nap was was wi week. "Yes, AS SHE IS SPOKE wicanism {s promoting of English in some South countries where news- have been printed in Span- ‘and Portuguese. An advertise- by a real estate dealer tn Brazil, reads this way: 1 is the most watery in ‘state, and done of the most ex- mi fn the world. It ie navi-| until his state for ships of foundness; it is also suf-) ly fishful.” | ee this p' ‘T 18 A MAN TO DO? a * Tam a failure. Ihave four) We ug! Ma and I struggled five| ruin a: ss to get rid of the oldest girls. safely got ‘em married off and) into a smaller cottage. One turned out N. G. and daugh- comes back to the o. h. No. 2 has just sprung a vo certificate on us and is ack home again. We're inst where @ started—only more so. FLEMING, a daughter Grace spen lots Fel when ni some when away, long. Member of the Sorippe Northwest League of Newspapers Published Daily by The Star Pubtiohing Os, Phone Mati 000 A Novel A Week! GORKARARN TANKMMRRERR (Continued from Our Last Issue) | might into a twenty-five foot excava- tion. A single old colored man “Dey done shot at me, Misteh Peeil- | Williams. his stick and pointed nort the blue wall of cypress which was the nearer side of Laure's isle: 0’ John-the-Fool and gib me mah wa'nin’.” “Who did?” “Dem ole pirate boat Ah'm Arman nele Piney, smiled at me aside. out front if you want to go.” the job here—the old yarns about lace got them clean scared jof Uncle Piney’s shack “Those New York fel-los don’t “Well,” I put tn, you get the money?” “Money?” “Nobody's got any money Big Jim and dredge—why, they STAR—TUESDAY, Register! O combat the “Hinky Dink” type of politicians who are fixing up a slate by which to control state and county, the independent citizen must be registered. He cannot vote unless he has qualified to vote. If you failed to vote in the last city election, go to the old city hall at once and register. If you live outside the city, hunt up your registration official at once, and make him register you. The “Hinky Dinks” have manipulated the registration officers in many of the country districts. It will be hard for some voters to get registered. There are no regular office hours, thanks to the nefarious deficiency of the Whitney election law. The machine followers will have no difficulty, tho. They will be easily accommodated. But don’t let the Whitney bill or any other difficulty make you despair. You have a right to register. Insist upon it, and if the gangster officials deny you that right, put it up to the prosecuting attorney. Maybe some of them can be landed where they belong. IT WON'T BE AN EASY BATTLE, BUT THERE ARE ENOUGH VOTERS, PROPERLY MUSTERED, TO PUT THE VERY SHADOW OF EVERY “HINKY DINK” OUT OF SIGHT IN THIS COUNTY INDEPENDENT VOTERS CAN LICK THEM TO A FRAZZLE. Locating a Lost Continent cris planet is no place for a continent to try to hide. The ancients lost one, at least they said they did, and all down the centuries, somebody has been everlastingly trying to find out whether they told the truth or not. Now modern scientists say that they were probably about. it. Their poets called the lost wonderland “Atlantis,” and they placed it outside of the Pillars of Hercules, which we call the Straits of Gibralter. They -wrote marvelously of its magnificent cities and of its size—it was larger than Asia and Africa—and of its collapse, in a day and a night, by earthquake and inundation. Recently a French scientist, Pierre Terinier, asserted that what we have perfectly honest FOCI OOOO OO Next Week Little Gray Shoe’ BY PERCY J. BREBNER RMN AMM RRM T You are Doctor Richard | Rainey, and this is Mr. Redfield— | quiszically. “I told you to cut loose jis it not so? I am Baron John de at any native that comes near the Vedrinnes—there is a good deal dredge without ordehs.” “I never saw ‘em. They must D Williams looking down ith him, the watchman of the deserted plant, who was explain-|°°™* | have sneaked out of Isle Bonne and bengal ger ar ode previous |, We entered the shack and then |give Hogiaw his sign. Anyhow. he I « a small and not at all Um) biew this morning.” pleasing breakfast tabie laid, aod at} “Well,” Virgil turned aside ir it, regarding us with complete com |reinvantly, “this dredge has got to | Posure, the lady of Isle Bonne. work. We cain't lay up a day.” Tho baron exploded with his ap-| “1 know. Mangy and I tried to | Prectation of our surprise. Alles }run her this morning—us two. I jandro, with gp ong Pleasure, Was put Mangy to firing, but he had to drawing chairs for us. quit and cook dinner. You'd better Laure, presiding at the coffee, | send out front for a white fireman” looked with long, sidewine demare |" +t brought a m The boas in- bene gt tells reaching for a place | gjcated Clell, { fferently | beside her. nh The big engineer was reading m: “How did you get here?” we burst | young friend with pitiless pan Bod out together. tion. “We can bust him in, may- “My running plirogue—thru the be.” deep swamp. There’ were some “We got to. I'll take the crane honey bees swarming, and Papa! myself. Mangy will stick. Youll Prosper, he just let them go which-| stick, Jim?” away.” You bet. Say, yon know what Follow a honey bee thru that fan-/Chases our men away? It's the old tastic swamp! I sat down and re-/ Yarns about Isle Bonne and how old | garded her. She cutting bread. | Armand used to run his slave ship | Virgil eyed her with patience, She |!nto this cove back here and slit | had not spoken to him. a . oc yy leroy to, to keep pee 7, ‘em from fallin’ into the ve The Baron de Vedrinnes went on Repu hands. You ecciant pe rl complacently to tell of himself. No| 0o", : Jone else got in a word, He told |0%,¢™ into Isle Bonne woods on a bet—they don't see nothin’ but of his youth in a military schoo! in | ov ~ Budapest, and how, later, in some| P!T8tes and slavers and ghoste—and The old fellow raised ard to suh—dey done snuck out folkses. Nex’ goin’ out. Reckon ole ghost done snuck back yo’ start to cuttin’ up his you go get us Virgil said, and “TH send you But the old fellow had hobbied the land boss’ face grew “Last one I could keep on breakfast,” walked about the melancholy nd breakfasted in the shade know the dredge is runnin’. They | let me tell you who's doin’ it—ft's | political troubles of tne forties, he : 4 told me to lay her up with the |had had to leave Hungary. Then ae Ro icicles work on the pumps. he came to America, entering @ still silently con templating the latest failure on the man's size fob. “Well, I can't stop fo’ ghosts contin’ ninety dollehs a day to In }up, and—" he broke off and was looking at Clell, the white-handed just how did | Florida regiment of the confederacy {in the civil war. Then he made a fortune in the Louisiana lottery, and when that concern was | squelched, he lost ft. He had been }a slave runner, privateer, gambler, he smiled benignly much fel-ios on the just believe— It's the 30 OOOO OE JULY 11, 1916. PAGE 4. always called a myth is probably genuine ancient history. It seems that a map of the floor of the Atlantic ocean would correspond most surprisingly with ancient descriptions of the geography of the lost Atlantis. Geology, it appears, proves the volcanic nature of the Atlantic islands and indicates that they are the tips of old mountain tops. contribute their share of evidence to prove the fable true. We learn that it remains for “ethnography, anthropology, and oceanog- raphy to solve the problem as to whether man lived” on the ancient continent at the time it was submerged. We'll willingly accept what the ‘“ologists” say. What worries us is this statement: “The entire Eastern zone of the Atlantic bottom forms a stable zone on the planet, and in such zone, great cataclysms have occurred and MAY OCCUR AGAIN AT ANY MOMENT.” But there isn’t room for all the continents to lose themselves at the bot- tom of the sea. Maybe we'll stay on top. “The Birth Strike” NUMBER of German women are advocating a “birth strike,” declaring they will bring no more children into the world to become “cannon fodder.” And right there is the incipient stage of a mighty rebellion which, sooner The or later, will lay forever the spectre of militarism in Europe. ment will probably not become sufficiently widespread to prove a factor in the present war, for animus toward their foes is too firmly implanted in the bosoms of the women of both sides to be readily uprooted. war is over, the women will have opportunity for fraught with grief and mourning and heart-breaking regret. Then will the futility, the madness and the full horror of war drive home, untempered by the frenzy of patriotic fervor and the madness of hate which now grips them. They will seek a remedy should militarism, hydra-like, at- tempt to grow another head. They will find it, perhaps, not in a birth strike, but in a co-related woxd-wide movement among themselves. Woe to the country whose men provoke another great war after the women have spoken! OOO The boss regarded his engineer|ond immaculate young man who/a month had this stony hatred for him. 1 had figured his personal resources jto the last precious penny—that jtwo thousand dollars he had paid Jout to save Clell's good name—for Mary’s sake—had been hin last |gamble, And Ciel did not know! Nor Mary; but | had guessed aright. I saw it in his worn eyes when they fixed on the other man’s dis- dain of him; then quietly, he ad- dressed the firat word to him that either had spoken directly since that night when Mary had stood by them, watching, Metening, to the test, “I thought, when I brought you down—they'd be a clerk's job holdin’ time on the men.” “I don't want a clerk's job. I want what men do—and alone.” “The swamp?” “Yes.” “The sun—you ain't used to "ll get used to it. I want"— he stopped and looked into silence-—“that’s what I came for— the smash of thinge—and to win) free.” he Texan looked the city man over patiently, “All right You can go on the crane. I reckon you could make or break me, somehow. | | It ain't company money—they told me to quit. But I'm holdin’ to the option—and that means the ditch clean to salt water by Beptembeh. You understand? | ‘The younger man nodded curtly. | Big Jim was watching with hard eyes. The boss went on, slowly | “We'll show you yo' work. You| owe me two thousand dollehs, and | money; therefore she’s not a/ that’s all.” | whatnot—br - neat ormenens grace. 8 T took a stalk of cane and walked | firml to the abrewal torent ee ne ves dB out past the sheds where eighty | Ronne—ah, that he did not tell us! PLENTY thousand dollars’ worth of ma-|20™ , Do you use gas, madam?” asked|chinery was rusting and two thou-| The baron was gratified that we \ man demonstrating new house-|*and sacks of cement were turn- + alae we gentlemen of the appliances. ‘we use gas! If you'd take a ‘at our last month's bill, you'd we breathed It. w York World. REAL PAINLESS DENTISTS in the levee. way. “Viret that # farms And the la’ Ateieet ) in on fously while you to the Baron of John-the-Fool.”|and took her hands: “Ah, but aad baron?” | Mademoiselle Laure, it {s going to | i e smiled with his gentle toler-| be lonesome here—very; and could | iB order to introduce our new | ance, even at Clell, who would not|I come to see you sometime?” whi ie) plate, — is the greet him. Then, swinging the| He was eager and like his okt and strongest plate known, | whee! over, the boat drifted on | self of the years gone, and my heart mot cover the roof of the th; you can bite corn off the Guarantee’ 15 years. ent. trunk a slab $3.00 $8.00 + $5.00 work, per tooth, gold $3.00 +-$3.00 $1.00 up cypres: it mig there shack a man ll work guaranteed for 15 years, | faded sash of aflken brilliance/ gine, and when we were in, sent ft impression taken tn the -|aboWg his waist, and in his green|out of the forest cove into the hot rand day, Bxam-/hat was stuck @ rooster feather.|glitter of the salt marsh without He removed a remarkable pipe|a word. see ee Si. ee Fie | trom his mouth, and then bowed| It must have been two miles the Test of T down to us. }down that monotonous ditch that “Ah, the gentlemen have arrived! | we came to the black dredge that | Allesjandro—assist the gentie-|filled the end. A tall! man came men form ; ‘ And around that shack came the| “Well, they got another. Hogjaw | Wight piace Pring this ad with you. manikin Manilaman who had/took to the swamp.” | | ae brought us to Isle Bonne tn his| The Texan's level glance went to| oO Cut - Rate | jigcer yenterday the boller-room, “Who's firin’?” | ; Dentists His master gave us a benign eye | “Nobody, Brinton went out with ‘ “My good friend—and bad luck/a fever, Weed broke his arm last 207 UNIVERSITY sr. to him and his schemes—has not in-| ‘Tuesday. And now, Hogjaw—he Wraser-Paterson On troduced us as gracefully as he’ was my last native.” 7 ing to stone, and thrust it down stuff was thinner every foot of the | ‘4! to talk of. “I understand now, the story of | chair the baby buggy,” I “Yes, seh. on end and dry ‘em out.” the Texan pointed southward “They tried plantin’ once—cane and rice—and then the sea came into this glade of the sunken for. On a platform, chimney rising at one end a flat the johnboat paddle and Vast and rotund was he, with a He would put us up |—we must stay a week, a month— Jt swamp ooze outside the There was an amazing There was no bottom; the|* Year! | Virgil suddenly pushed back his “Well, we got to shag alo Doctor Dick, The new man looked easily at Clell: “Big Jim is waitin’ fo’ to organize his new crew.” Tho baron followed us to the edge of his platform with many protests —yet I was sure he was pleased that we were gone. He waved his pipe airfly: “Adieu, measieurs!” And his protegee shook her head. | “All wtime when honey bees run | away, they make so much trouble. | We very busy, messteurs!” Clell came back to her suddenly sald dryly. | 1, have you the nerve to say jome day you'll ‘sell this for Tf I have to stand ‘em when we were off again tn unch, speeding up the canal, | ‘em in '64." He looked cur- into the forest cove. “And We're passin’ I'll introduce | |stirred to see them laughing to- hung from|gether. The girl was confused by to trunk above the water, sat) him a bit, and then blithe with new | and palmetto hut with a mud | adventure. | To the M'sieu, you may. Only, please, 6 spikes beneath was moored|not here at John-the-Fool. But end johnboat. Virgil Mfted {around my island where the lilies ammed)are, and the shell beaches. Oh,| htily upon the boards, Andj|there I might show you many waddled out of the swamp/things, And M’sieu le Doctor, the most curious figure of | also.” | I had ever seen. She had no word for Virgil. He waited gravely at the latinch's en He pounded on the Plat-|out of the cavernous depths from {the engines, wiping his hands eT yo'll pay it at one hundred and fifty Outbursts of EverettT rue ’ We'll call his bluff. the| Is that square?” | “lam proprietor of a famous rem- Again the other nodded. The|edy myself—and shal! a physician Texan turned forward in his be-| fear his own dose?” loved biack monster. “Come 0n,/ She looked at me as sh | Redfield. Today we start her—by | junatic “The old peg he xe Be Mighty! We start—the three of “Who?” vs—and the ditch goes thru.” “Pirates, messteur!” 4 “They are most excellent! lead, CHAPTER IIL mademoiselie. I am not a The Honey Hunters The dredge worked monotonous- ly, but with many stoppings, all that forenoon. After a silent din- ner in the quarterboat, Virgil came |to me. “There tent any place for you here, Doctor Dick. I'm goin’ to un. load you on the baron. fool asked you to stay a year.” “But that’s just his extravagant y of putting it.” Besides—" his thumb went over his shoulder |to the forest; “maybe you can find | out what's happenin’ to my natives so curiously. And honey bees—”" he added. “You'd make a plump fine detective.” He smiled and passed on to his work I] left thém, paddiing the |cook's johnboat hack the mile of canal to the ginde of the flooded forest where hung the baron's aerial roost The platform camp was untenanted clever construction, the clay, shells and palm withes bound about with bamboo brier, when on its near side I saw a scrap of paper stuck over a thorn of the brier vine. It read merely: “We got another one this morning.” I reached my hand up over the first rough support for that paper, and as IT did so there came the crash of a shot so startlingly near that I all but tipped clumsily from the boat And down past my arm writhed the ugliest black moccasin I had yet seen—down into the water | where he twisted to his death. 1 } | | | | | | | | | was staring and sniffing the pow der of that shot, when a voice spoke pleasantly from behind “I was just passing this way.” 1 turned to see our saint Isle Bonne. She stole across the black water in her light green pirogue. of “Congo snakes are very bad for Yankee fel-los,” she drawled on amiably “Mademoiselle, you have saved my lifel” | Her laughter followed—but eyes were on that note her “Is it"—I inquired with dignity at length—“a good day for honey bees?” | “Some, truly, messiour. Big bees for honey, but Ittle bees for sting- in, ‘That infernal snake,” I mur-| mured, “It quite upset me,| Where's the baron? Do you sup- pose he has any brandy?” “Oh, oui!” With one long swift whirl of the paddle she shot her| Ught craft to the platform; was | up on it and in the shack, ere I had managed to teeter to the piling and climb out, She was extending a! flask to me—an exquisite but tarnished thing of silver. I noted © coat-of-arms and a date: 1780, Thank you,” I said dryly, and reached over the platform to fetch up my sult case, “You going back out front, | m'steu?” | “No, I—" and I placidly opened the case and took out my last cigar. | “I have come to accept the baron’s | invitation.” “Invitation, m'sieu?” “You heard him, this morning, | most enthusiastically insist that I} stay a year!” | “But, m'eteu!"” The saint was wide-eyed, furious incredulous, I had her going! She stepped closer, her clean-cut, in genuous face changing to utter dis may M’sieu—the Congo snakes!" “Ah, here is mademoiselle to} shoot them!" “The fever,” Copyright, Bovba the morning I can not tell you. VRTKHRMARARRARMAMOA RERMMARRAA The old} 1916 Merrill Co. EDITORIAL PAGE OF THE SEATTLE STAR Zoology and botany But when this reflection — reflection By Charles Tenny Jackson n un- move- I OKO OOOO OROOU OCG ROCCO RICO KIRK OG BXCRKRARAKK “JOHN THE FOOL” A Nove A Week What, He clambe laughed ruet the hands he get broken | red up to me and 1 I caught one of 1 tried to conceal The retty soon re and the cable with which we work that crane are a bit rough at first.” | The blood was all but starting jthru his palms, I nearly eried out |my sympathy, and his face set to that hard sullenness that had been on it these weeks “Now, don’t, Doctor Dick. You know the com- pact And I—i wouldn't have him” he jerked } ead back to the prairie—"know how {t—hurt.” He made 4 gesture to the north. “Mary, I wonder » she'd think?” “She'd dash about for peroxide or cold cream in her efficient man- ner, She'd be—well, she'd be beaw tifully proud.” His face darkened again Well, it’s all off. She's free, and so am L” he loves you, Clell.” “No. He laughed again. “When @ Woman won't give up her pretty things and take a chance on facing the hard grind for a few years with a fellow, she doesn't love him much.” “But you love her, Clell.” He twisted as if an old pain had coming thru, Doctor suddenly gripped my with his torn palms. ‘Old Dick, you ought not to tw mixed in it, But I might have Killed him, if yowbadn’t. The way Mary looked at me. You know I wasn't dishonest. I lost niy sister's little fortune trying to start an elec- trical business up in the state with Fred Hite. It was all for Mary— jbim. “I'm Dick.” He choulders but she never knew, When I lost and was cornered, Mary didn’t seem to sympathize—she wwerely looked at it with her cloar business practicality—and then came Wil- liams and his money.” - I nodded, Clell was poking about the platform. “How did you get on with the old chap?” “Well enough.” | “And the princess—was she here?” “A while and then put off.” “Gee!” he retorted. “There's some girl! She got me, Doctor Dick—big! I'm tired of Mary's | crowd they're supercivilized. Bright and clever, but they can% love any more. Too cool, and look- ing for the main chance. They marry for a variety of reasons of which love is the fifth or sixth.” .We smoked and idled lazily. The sun swung about the shadows of the baron’s pool. The beauty of (Continued in Our Next Issue) ‘DELTA TAU DELTA TO pirate folkses!”| MAVE $25,000 HOUSE The local chapter of Delta Tau amp | Delta is soon to have a new brick negro to be scared out of Barataria | home woods by any ghost tales. which will cost $25,000, Ground was broken for the struc- by the way, have you done with|ture during the past week near the Hogjaw—the one you got this morn- She was absolutely dumfounded. ed or coaxed or way- “You've wi laid every native Mr, Williams has ever been able to bring down in this infernal place of pirate yarns and buried treasure fakes.” She looked demurely at me. You are a wise man, Doctor boasted, “until you The return of my host put a stop to our convereation. I passed an uncomfortable night. The bed was lumpy, and the eerie) ery of the swamp owls did not in- vite sleep. Allesjandro appeared in the morn. ing and served coffee. ing out I was smok- on the platform when a | johnbe I was noticing its | Jobmboat turned out of the canal. Clell was in it, and called to me a food morning that did my heart good. ‘Doctor Dick, it was a short week this first.” “Of course. y, | reme This must be Sun- ber. How did it go?” The Folding Brownies Made by Kodak workmen in the Kodak factories where honest workmanship has become a habit. The folding Brownies are simple, com- pact and efficient. tested lenses, automatic variable speed shutters and the autographic feature whereby you can date and title your negatives at the time of exposure. in daylight with Eastman film cartridges and are well made in every detail. $6.00 to $12.00 at your dealers, EASTMAN KODAK CO., campus at the U. of W. VOTE ON NEW BOND Bellevue will vote on a $20,000 school bond issue Saturday. Other King county school improvements during the last year include a $12,- 000 building now being constructed at Des Moines, the purchase of a | $5,000 site at Orillia, and construc- |tion of an $8,000 gymnasium in Snoqualmie. NEED MORE SHIPS Ships are needed to carry Alaskan railway equipment from Balboa, in the canal zone, to Anchorage, Alaska. A request for help has been sent Seattle shipping Interests. ALWAYS WITH HER Mary had a little waist, Where nature made it grow; And everywhere the fashion went, The it wi They have carefully Load ROCHESTER, N, Y.