The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 27, 1916, Page 4

Becond- Ch 4 mow $1.90; year $2.50 | 000, Private _ No Reason for a Recall HE recall. is too valuable an instrument for public wel-| fare to be made the plaything of hotheads It never was intended to be a measure thru whichto vent D windictiveness and personal spleen against public officials. For that reason, any contemplated movement for the Fecal! of three councilmen because of a fancied wrong in con h Mection with proposed jitney bus regulation, is foredoomed to failure. : There is honest difference of opinion as to the nature and Rxtent of jitney bus regulation. All up and down the Pacific] | e0ast, as in other parts of the country, many communities, | quite as progressive and advanced in ideas as Seattle, have geen fit to pass regulatory ordinances. They may have been! 4 ‘wrong or right. Their action, however, in most cases, Rot prompted by wrong motives. So, too, in Seattle : The recall is justified only in one of two cases, either | When an official repeatedly votes against the community's} wishes, whatever his motives may be, or when he votes wrong, seven in one instance, if that vote is cast with a wanton and} “Beliberate intention to be wrong. fo IN THE PRESENT JITNEY BUS CASE, THERE IS | NO SUCH GRIEVANCE AGAINST THE COUNCILMEN A MATTER OF FACT, IT HAS NOT YET REACHED NAL VOTE. was —— Nerves?—Vanity! : HE fussy girl sat next us in the W. Queen Anne car this} morning. And she fussed and she fussed and she fussed’ She settled herself three times, hunched up her right “Bhoulder, took off her right glove and patted her hair, pulled | the back of her sailor collar into shape, shrugged up her left ‘Bhoulder, pulled off her left glove and patted her hair, pushed! p her hat a little more to one side, and put on both gloves, patted | P her hair and crossed her right ankle over her left, squared both P shoulders and patted her hair, settled herself ina new position d pulled her coat down at the waist, patted her hair, sur- ‘eyed her nose in the tiny glass at the bottom of her bag, and| itted her hair, pulled her hat a wee bit more to one side, and d her ankles, then began at the top of her program d repeated it. Nervous? The girl hadn't a nerve in her makeup. But persons next her and across from her, had nervous pros- tion by the time the car reached Pike st. Appealing to her—and to scores like her—to let a man id his morning war news in peace is perfectly useless we are only going to tell her that it is good form to finish ing in her own room, and that fussing with one’s clothes is not good manners. Moreover it detracts from her ‘And makes her look as if her pumps hurt her. Maybe they did ‘Cat’s Out! “FT NITED STATES SEN. A. B. FALL, who has been down! in El Paso, told the newspaper boys there that “the "mobilization of the National Guard will have a disastrous ‘ ) effect on Mr. Wilson's candidacy.” © It will be remembered that Sen. Fall has been yelling the for just such action for lo! these many months and real purpose, very probably, of his persistent plea is re-| vealed at last. But Sen. Fall surely gives the bulk of the| can voters credit for little intelligence. Those know | wtart wouldn't be bad.” Next Week “ B “Amazing Grace” 66 BY KATE TRIMBLE SHARBER Tn RRR || (Continued From Our Last lesue) |— (Continued From Our Last lesue) 18 astonishing how a family can live for months together and not rea how little real privacy there is for any one until something especial comes up for se cret discussion. It struck Good In- dian forcibly that afternoon, be cause he Was anxious for a word tn private with Peaceful, or with| Phoebe, and also with Evadne-—it) it was only to continue their quar. rel At dinner he could not speak without being heard by all. After dinner, the family showed an un conscious disposition to “bunch.” Peaceful and Baumberger sat and smoked upon the porch, and the boys ed close by, so that they could hear what might be sald. When he could no longer endure the {naction, Grant went to the milk-houre. He felt sure that Baumberger’s ears were pricked to ward th nd of his footsteps, and he made them purposely audt ble Hello, Mother Hart,” he called out cheerfully to Pnoebe, pottertng| down In the coolness, He went down to her, and laid his hand upon her shoulder with a caressing touch which brought t into her eyes “Don't worry a bit, little mother,” he said softly. “They've stacked the deck, but we'll beat ft, anyhow,” “Oh, Grant, Grant!” She laid her forehead against him for a moment, | then looked up at him with tain whimaica! solicitude. mind ovr trouble—now, What's this about you and Vadnie? The! boys seem to think you two are| goilng¢o make a match of it. And have you been quarreling, you two T only want,” she added, deprecat ingly, “to see my biggest boy happy, and if I can do anything In any way to help | “You can't, except just don’t worry when we get to scrapping “| iis eyes smiled down her with) their old, quiztical humor, which} she had not seen in them for some days. “I foresee that we're due to scrap & good deal of the time,” he} predicted. “Woire both pretty pep pery. But “Churning?” The voice of Baum you oy ‘To IT. fORMED IN A CIRCLE AROU RIFLE SHOTS WERE HEAR ——|T PROVED To BE A BAND OF APACHES. DRAGGED THE ScovT TO A STAKE AND BOUND HIM THEN A DOZEN OF THE RED-SKINS, IN WAR PAINT AND ARMED WITH KNIVES AND Toma SEESESIUSSISTLSOVVENs Sas SewerreiTy By B. M. Bower Copyr ut fent, 1013, by ‘SeRpaRRRLSRTEEATaaaaaaaaeaaaeaaeae | TONTERTEETTATTET {And there has been no word from| crawled home with a bullet in his BoY INDULGES IN BLooD Sy THUNDER AND ITERATURE \T wo) TAKE LONG FoR ME TO PuT THE CRUSHER | THey HAWKS, ND HIM. JUST THEN D AND, A MOMENT CATAR, THE 2g Ih CAVALRY? ere, cre, ere, berger purred down to them. There he stood bulkily at the top of the eteps, good-naturedly regarding them. “Mr. Hart and I are goin’ to take a ride up to the etation— gotta send jegram or about this little affair’—he made a mo- tion with his pipe toward the or chard—“and 1 just thought a good, cold drink of buttermilk before we! His glance just grazed Good Indian, and passed him over as being of no conse quence. | After Baumberger had drunk hig) fill, Grant went to the top of the steps, and made sure that he had really gone before he said a word. “Mother Hart, on the square, what do you think of Baum- berger?’ he asked cnet ll pouting more than ever. “Oh, Grant—I don't know what| She did go aa far as the porch to think! He seems al! right. I) with him, and was kissed and sent wish I could be as cool-headed ®&/back like a child. She aid not, Thomas,” she said, with a tinge of however, go back to her eunt, but petulance. “It don't seem tran into her own room, where she worry him none!” |eould look out thru the grove to What does he think of Baum-| ward the ercbard. If was pure ac erger? Ia he going to let him cident that mode her se take the case and handle it to|hand Grant a yellow envelope. please himself?” | “I guess so,” she admitted. “T haven't had a real good chance to talk to Thomas all day. But Baum- berger seems to take !t for grant) within was @ chest note scrawled ed he's got the case. Thomas) upon a telegraph form: come upon his closest friends. He reached out, caught Evadna y the hand, pulled her close to him, and smiled upon her fn a way to make her catch her breath tn s most unaccountable manner. "I'm going down there and see what they're up te he told) Phoebe, giving Eva hand al squeeze and letting It go “Are you going down in the or chard?’ Evadna reunued Mevably blue eyes at him. “Theo I'm going along.” “You'll do nothing of the kind, litte Miss Muffit,” he declared CHAPTER V1. A Little Target Practice Good Indian took the envelope. {imal ner unde | Indian | upon the trigger, when a voice he faintly recognized called to him softly: “Yo' no shoot—me no hurtem. All time yo’ frien” She stood trembling beside the trail. Beaded moceasins were on her feet, and her eyes were frightened eyes, with the wistfulness of a timid an Yet she did not seem to be jafraid of Good Indian “Well, what ts it?" Good In- dian’s tone was not as brusque as bis words. This was a good-look- ing young squaw he had seen at the Indian camp. “What's your name?” bho asked, remembering suddenly that he hed never heard it “Rachel, Peppajes, he my once.” She glanced up at him shyly. “Bad mans like for shoot yo'," she anid. “Him up there, all time walk where him can look down, mebby- #0 see you, mebbyso shootum.” “1 know—I'm going to ride around that way and round him op.” |Penceful, and they can't Ket back now till the 4:35 j “And thoet’s all I ean tell you, | the finished crisply, and took up @ novel with a signif fcance Which not even the dullest man could have ignored. Good Indisn stared, flushed hot ly, and made for the door. | | “Thank you for the information. | I'm afraid this has been a lot of bother for you,” he sald atiffiy, gave her a ceremoatous little bow. and went his way stiffnecked and frowning | Miss Georgie watched him cross to the store, and disappear into |the yawning blackness beyond the wide-open door. She dabbed her handkerchief at} her eyes, muttered: “My Heavens, | | what @ fool!” apropos of nothing | tangible, and stared dully out at |the forlorn w possibly ite of cinders CHAPTER VIL Somebody Shot Saunders The hot days dropped, one by one, into the past like flery beads upon a velvety black cord. Miss Georgie told them silently in the} meager little office. On the morning of the fourth da; Misa Georgie woke with the vague sense that something had gone wrong. Pete Hamilton's voice, trembling with excitement, called to her, “What Is it? What bas hap- pened?” she cried from within. “Saunders—somebody shot Saun ders. Wire for a doctor, quick as yuh can, He ain't dead yet—" Somebody at the store called to him, and he broke off to run lum- beringly in answer to fe sum-| mons, Miss Georgie made haste) to follow him, Saunders was lying upon a bianket on the store platform and | Miss Georgie shuddered as she looked at him. He 4 been shot {n the side—at the ble, he had gasped out when Pete found him lying in the trafl Just back of the store. “Take him in and put him to bed,” Mins Georgie commanded, turning away, “I'll send for a doc- | tor—but he can't get here till nine o'clock, and by that time—" | | Mins Georgie ran to the office.| | When she had sent the message she went down the steps and along the trall to the stable. “I've nearly an bour before I need open the office,” she sald to self, looking at her watch. did not say what she meant to do with that hour, but she spent a quarter of tt examining the stable| and everything in it | Finally struck off thro the) sagebrush, her eyes upon a line of uncertain footsteps ax of a drunken | |man reeling that way. “He's got nerve—I'll say that much for him,” she observed aloud, and went on. The footprints were plain where he crossed the grade road near the edge of the bluff, but from there on {t was harder to follow them. She went a féw rods, found her- self in a thick tangle of brush thru which she could not force her way, | started to back out, and canght hy |batr on a scraggly scrub. She w |fumbling unavailingly at the back of her bowed head, when she was | pounced upon by someone. She i | thought ribs. And I thought “You think I shot him.” As Good Indian said it, the sentence was merely a statement rather than an accusation or a reproach “I don’t blame you. I suspected he Was the man up here with the rifle. That day—that first da when you told me about someone} he came over to} shooting at you the station. And 1 saw two or three seraps of sage sticking under his shirtcollar, as if he had bee out in the brush, And there isn’t any’ sage where a man would have/ to go thru ft unless he got right out In ft, away from the trails, I en that be was the man—" “You didn’t tell me.” And this time he spoke reproachfully. “It was after you had left that I saw it My Heavens, man! Do you think you're plucking a goose?” “1 wouldn't be surprised,” he re torted, grinning a little. “By the way,” he remarked casually, after & short silence, save for an occa- sional squeal from Miss Georgie, “speaking of Saunders—I didn't shoot him.” Miss Georgie looked up at him, to the further entanglement of her hair. “You didn’t? Then who did?” “Search me,” he offered figura- tively and briefly “Well, I will.” Miss Georgie took | bis gun from the holster at his hip. She examined the gun and slipped it back into {ts scabbard “Don’t think I doubted your word,” she sald. “But I wanted to be able to swear positively, if I should happen to be dragged into the witness-box—I hope {t won't be by the hair of the head!—that your) gun has not been fired this morn- ing. Are you ever going to get my hair loose?” She looked at her watch, and groaned. “Twenty-four —that fast freight—is due in eighteen minutes exactly. I've got to be there. Tuke your jackknife and cut what won't come loose. Really, I mean it, Mr. Imsen.” “Oh, all right—but it's a shame to leave a nice bunch of hair like this hanging on a bush.” “Tell me, what were you doing up here, Grant?” “Well, I got up early, and some- one took a shot at me again. I ducked, and made up my mind I'd get bim this time, or know the rea- son why. So I came up here hunt- She | ing him. I was just scouting around | am when I heard you rustling the bushes over here. And the rest you know.” She stood up straight, long, deep sigh of relief. “Now, pikeway,” he smiled. “And don’t run bareheaded thru the bushes again. You've still got time to beat that train. And—about Saunders—don't worry. I can get to the ranch without being seen, and no one will know I was up bere, unless you tel] them.” “Oh, I shall, of course!” Miss Georgie chose to be very sarcastic. “T think I shall wire the informa- tion to the sheriff.” Wherenpon Mi: Georgie once more gathered her skirts together and ran to the trail, and down that to the station She met a group of squaws, who eyed her curiously, but she w: with a COLYUM THR CURLY WOLF ig +E is DIFFERENT Hostess (at party) —Does your | mother allow you to have two | pieces of ple when you are at home, | Willie? Willie (who has asked for @ second plece).—No, ma‘am. “Well, do you think that she'd Ike you to have two pieces here?” “Oh,” confidently, “she wouldn't care This isn't her pie.” see WAS THAT ALL? With the exception of being eut in two, and his left arm eut off, there were no other bruises or injuries—The Mansfield (O.) News. eee Friend—You are wasting your time painting pictures, old chap.” Artist—But I sell my pictures. Friend—That proves what I said. It shows that you could sell any- 7 | thing; so why not take up so! | thing with money im ft? ‘ eee TOO MUCH SCENERY “pitty Girls—Five Acres of Scenery.”"—Amusement park a4. “ee \IT ALL DEPENDS ON WHERE YOU STAND Young Hopeful ‘ather, a traitor in politics? . ae an Politician—A traitor is ja man who leaves our party and | goes over to the other one. | Young Hopeful—Well, then, what a man who leaves his party 4 comes over to yours? litician—A convert, { what ts Veteran my son. eee In Cleveland the other day they \had an auto race and Fords only |were allowed to enter. It was a | rattling good race, too. see CAUSE AND EFFECT? °. Friday of last week subscribed the Telegram. Saturday Mra, Adams presented her with a 9%-pound bey——The G dem City (Kan.) Telegram. eee “Yes, John recetved his trunk this morning. It's been somewhere over there In Europe for 11 weeks.” “Where is John?” “Why, out ¥ } he's in the garage | shooting bullets thru the trunk. He “Noo, noo!” She drew a sharp | screamed breath. “Yo' no gocd there! Him “The—deuce!” Good Indian ex shoot yo’. I watch, I take caré|cjaimed. “Is this your favorite him no shoot. Him shoot, mebby-/ piace for a morning ramble?” He so I shoot!” had one hand still upon her arm, In spite of her ploading, he put his horse to scrambling up the mg se edema giant aca Seat cx jlooking once more at her watch, | tninks they'll make it look so much }and paid no attention, altho they | nore interesting, don't you know.” COMING ter her. She remembered that | she had left the office unlocked and she rushed in, and sank panting into the chair before her telegraph tes to hurt anybody's feelings,| oo. uy pea you possthty| “rt slope, which it was possible If you did tt—and you muat/|table just as the smoke of the fast it President Wilson was well aware that mobilization of oe the National Guard, without its expected sequel of actual Intervention in Mexico, would be seized by the republicans as} ampaign material. Those voters realize, or will do so before) ‘election, that the burning patriotism of the jingoes of the © Fall type was largely political buncombe. President Wilson - did what was right without thought or care of consequences) to himself or to his political fortunes. He has averted thereby} @n ignoble war and at the same time has checked the bandit gaids into American territory. It is just what he set out to do; it is just what the con- scientious, truly-patriotic citizen wanted. The American voter | thinks for himself these days. Sen. Fall's wily telepathic effort | will be short-circuited. ' . ‘All the Delights of Home HE marching on Mexico by the militia is resulting in many disclosures that ought to result in great improve-| gent of the militia, before war actually does come It appears that our boys are not only poorly fitted out with shoes and stockings, for instance, but, while holding down the weary desert border, they're suffering for want of fruit. Back home, in ordinary walks of life, they were ac- customed to fruit and it is a serious derangement to walk @p and down, hours and hours, thru sand and cactus, with no | fruit, and so a ery for fruit went up. | 2 We are pleased to announce that several communities, ‘Beattle included, have already responded. You may be famous for your cooking, or even if dido’t want him,|. en Ive something to tell you hate to say 20.” That was what Miss Georgie had e Tt was at this point that Evadna slipped unnoticed to the top of the| naan, ,fe read It twice before milk-house steps and pushed Good | ““wyou see Peaceful in Hartley?” Indian forward by his two shoul |Good Indian asked the question ers you! What do you mean, savage./ne was wondering what It was by letting a lady stay all afternoon | ing: Miss Georgie had to tell him by herself, waiting for you to} acefu', him go far off. On come and coax her into being nice | Cg ag Me ys tral to you?” She finished by giving! cae Mebbyso Shoshone.” ‘long. “I'm 80 furious I could beat| trom an idle impulse; in reality, | to climb, and epént aa hour riding, gun tn hand, along the rim of the bluff, much he had searched it the evening before But there was nothing alive that he could discover, When he was turning back at last toward Hart- ley, he saw Rachel for a moment standing out against the deep blue |sky, upon the very rim of the |dluff. He waved a hand to her, |but she gave no sign =e | have—I don't see how you can laugh about ft, even if he fs a crawling reptile of, a man that ought to be hung!” The tears | were in her voice. | | “Did what—to whom—to where, | to why?" Good Indian began help- fully striving with the scraggly scrub. ay, I'll just about have to scalp you to get you loose. | Would you mind very much, Squaw-| freight swirled around the nose of the low, sage-covered hill to the west (Continued In Our Next Issue) CIVILIZATION Special Clearance } it each ear a little slap and .aid her arms around his neck, “Please don't look at me that way, Aunt Phoebe,’ she discovered her “I should have told you last night that we're well, | suppose we're engaged!” She put her arms around her aunt’s neck. “You aren't angry, are you, Aunt Phoebe?” she coaxed. “You you wanted me to be par-tic-ularly nice to Grant!” So the quarrel was patched up. In some’ respects the mind of Good Indian was extremely simple and direct His knowledge of women was rudimentary. He had been extremely uncomfortable in the knowiedge that angry. But since fate was kind, and his lady love no longer frown. ed upon him, he made the inistake of taking it for granted that he was free to turn his whole atten- jon to this trouble which had she said, when | you know you said! Evadna was} Good Indian started post haste for the stables. . Indian . talked long with Good that, for toe present at there must be no violence. Saunders bad disappearod unac countably, after a surreptitious conference with Baumgardner the day before, and it wae that which Miss Georgie had to tell him. Good Indian was going to the stable to feed the horses next morning, when something whined past him and spatted victousty jagainst the aside of the chicken | house. He went over to the chicken house, probed with his knife-blade into the plank where was the splin tered hole, and located a bullet. He was turning it curiously in his fingers when another one plunked into the boards, three feet to one side of him; this time he saw a puff of blue smoke rise up on the rim-rock above him. He marked the place instinctively with his eye, and went on to the stable. Inside, he sat down oats-box, and meditated upon what he should do. He could not even guess at his assailant, much less reach him, A dozen men could be picked off by a rifle in the hanas of one at the top, while they were climbing chat bluff. Jack came in with the news that, two of the claim jumpers had dis. appeared, and after they had dis cussed this and the shooting, Grant saddled Keno, and rode away in that silent preoccupation which the boys called the sulks for least, Miss Georgie, and agreed with her! upon the | talk-faroff?” He ducked and peered into her face, and his sobered ? asked, in an entirely different to “Saunders — ouch! Saunders “1 have every reason to belleve jthat your two missing jumpers |took the train for Shoshone last | night,” offss Georgie made answer | to Good Indian's account of what had happened since he saw her.| “Two furtive-cyed individuals an swering your description brought round-trip tickets and had me flag 46, for them | “And Saunders,” she went on| rapidly, “returned safe enough. He| sneaked in just before I closed the office last night, and asked for a ltelegram. ‘There wasn't any, and lhe sneaked out again and went to so Pete told me this morning. 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