The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 28, 1916, Page 4

THE SEATTLE STAR the Untied Press Assectation Matter, os toftie 350 per month up to € mos ‘ 7 i year $2.50 y thy Whitney? “TRENUOUS efforts are being made in some quarters to “elect one W ‘Kitsap county district The Star is sincerely at a loss to understand Whitney's for the office. Usually, when a man asks a high office from a com ity, he has achieved some distinction of one kind or an in the community. He has either been a successful busi } man, manufacturer, judge, lawyer, doctor, labor leader, » prominent in philanthropic work, or an authority on and economic problems. | Whitney is not a distinguished lawyer. He is not a suc ¢ business man. He has done nothing in the interests the laboring people or any other class. He is no philan-| ¢ He has not given any attention, and has made no! tafices to the idea of lifting the burdens of those in need is mo economist. He is not, and has not been, interested, cti) or passively, in social or industrial problems, In short, | made no impress upon this community that, in the| it way, has contributed to its betterment. What, then, are his claims to be congressman of this feat district? Why should this community so signally honor mt Why is he more entitled to the place than Tom, Dick| ry? Can any one tell? Can Whitney himself tell? es¢ are pertinent questions, since he asks the people f this city and Kitsap county to make him congressman. | This district does not need, nor does it want, ‘a nonentity ‘Pepresent it at Washington. ia Invites (OM Samuel McRoberts, senior vice president of the National City bank of New York, comes a timely bit advi Mr. McRoberts, who has just made a tour of points out the tremendous opportunities offered to| can capital and enterprise in the establishment of branch ‘ in Russia. = ja has been awakened by the war past all concep- “says the New York banker. | There are two obstacles in the way of establishment of felations at this great distance with Russia's market— oteness and inaccessibility during a part of the year, competition from Europe and Asia. But capital itself, establishment of manufactories on the ground, will be demand and welcomed with open arms. | Neither Russia nor any of its neighbors will have much to spare after the war bills are paid. America is over- with it, and without doubt the Russian government offer every encouragement and render substantial aid ican investors. ‘Tf distance prevents our manufacturers from readily their products to the marts of Russia, why not manu- the goods over there? Asherica can supply the cap- machinery and technical knowledge. Russia has the essentials. There are indeed opportunities. M, Whitney to congress from the Seattle] . | gravely to ranch. this place.” | Good Indian stood atill and looked at her. She stood with her arme her blanket, regarding fhe pMovies __ moving picture is the drama of form and action, ethan idea. fp In the picture plays the most beautiful people in the speak to us with their faces and bodies. '¢ want to be like the movie actors, and we want our rn to be like them. So we become interested in eugenics, find that it is not much more than wholesome living on of parents and prospective parents. fe become interested in economics, and find that it is the problem of providing all people with food, cloth- and shelter, so that they may have as good bodies as the on the screen, and education so that they may be as ca moving pictures give us vistas of the great outdoors, out of the dark theatre we go to find it for ourselves. id Dictator Not Required W YORK’S health commissioner says a family of five can buy sufficient food for 45% cents a day. He adds family buys with discretion.” By which last he means, © suppose, the family must take the pledge against meat, is, butter, milk, etc., etc., etc., etc. Patriotism HREE hundred National Guardsmen recruited in New Mexico and found unfit for service after mobilizing “the border, must pay their own railway fare back home. are forced to borrow money for the purpose. Very expensive patriotism for the recruits, and for Uncle one more lesson in his present study of “How Not to ” ITISH MERCHANT CAPTAIN 1S “for brave confuct’ and were men tioned In the house of commons. Fryatt was captured later. Sen- tence of death was confirmed, and Fryatt was shot The Brussets, commanded hy Capt. Fryatt, is a North sea ferry BERLIN, via Sayville, Wi duly 27.—(Delayed.). Charles Fryatt of the merchant steamer Ie wi executed for a ire” crime against arm- German sea fo on order field court of the navy | steamer. ‘eorps, according to official dis- patches from Brugge today. ‘The death sertence was impose | CLUB HAS OUTING use, altho Fryatt did not be-| pre to the Britivh naval forces, on| The oO. A Dancing club will give | h 28, 1915, near the Maas/itg annual excursion on Lake hip, he endeavored to ram the| Washington August 7. There will man submarine U-33, | be card playing and dancing. Ev- Fryatt, his first officer, and his|erybody is invited to attend. 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A nu- tritious food-drink may be prepared in a moment. _|| (Continued from Our Last | folded |him with a certain yearning stead } Wouldn't | ketehum A Novel A Week! | Next Wee | KATE TRIMBLE “RI RRRRIITT Issue) CHAPTER VIII Only a Squaw OOD INDIAN came out upon G the rimrock, and looked down upon the ranch beneath him, when his arm was caught tightly from behind, He wheeled jabout and confronted Rachel | “You go quick,” she murmured “Ketchum you cayuse You no tellum Ko you be in fastnoss, “You all time think why,” she ! for “L no take shame mans no more try Bad you, glad. shoot | mebbyso.” Good Indian caught her by reached out, and both shoulders “Rachel-—it you did that, don't tell me about it.” He spoke in the grip of his first impulse to shield her from what had done. You no glad? You think shame for me? You think I—all time very—bad!" Tragedy was in her voloee, and in her great, dark eyes Good Indian gulped “No, Rachel. I don’t think that I want to help you out of this, if I can, and I meant that if you didn't tell me anything about it, why—I know anything about it. You sabe?" “I sabe.” Her lps curved into a pathetic Httle smile. “I sabe you know all what I do. You know for why, me thinkum. All time Man- that-coughs try for shootum you. All time I try for—" She broke off to stare questioningly up into his fac “L no tell, y shg sald qui you Ko.” Good Indian turned, yielding to the pleading of her eyes, The heart of him ached dully with the “All same, with an uneasy comprehension of her reason for doing !t. But there was nothing that he might say to her. It was not words that she wanted. Evadna rallied him upon his moodiness at breakfast, pouted a Uttle because he remained preoc- cupied under her teasing, and later was deeply offended because he would not tell her where he had been, or what was worrying him. Saunders died that same morn- ing. The coroner and sheriff were sent for and inspected the stable and Its vicinity, looking for clow At the inquest that afternoon the sheriff laid upon the table a bat- tered old revolver of cheap work manship and long past its prime, and testified that he had found it ten feet from the stable door, and ag one shot had been fired from it. The coroner showed the bullet which he had extracted from the body of Saunders, and fitted it into the empty cartridge which had been under the hammer tn the re volver, and therehy proved to the Satisfaction of everyone that the gun was intimately connected with the death of the man. So the jury arrived speedily, and without fur ther fussing over evidence, at the verdict of sulci . Good Indian looked tn the ham- mock, but Evadna was not there. He went around to the milk-house, where was a mumble of voices. And, standing in the doorway with ber Aunt Phoebe, he saw her. She was facing courageously the three Inseparables, Hagar, Viney and Lucy, and she was speaking her mind rapidly and angrily. Good Indian knew that tone of old. and he grinned. Also he stopped by the corner of the house and listened shamelessly. “That in not true,” she was say- ing very clearly. “You're a bad old squaw and you tell lies. Don't you mind a word she says, Aunt Phoebe.” Hagar shook her head violently, and her voice rose shrill and ma licious. “Kaway bueno, yo'!" Her teeth gnashed together upon the words. “I no tellum Me. Good Injun him kill Man-thatcoughs. I go tell sheriff mans Good Indian killum yo’, mebbyso.” Hagar’s black eyes sparkled with venom. “Yo’ heap fool. Good Injun go all time Squaw talk-far-off. Love off. No love yo’.” “Don't you listen to her honey.” It was Phoebe’s turn to reassure. Good Indian took a step forward, his faee white with rage. “So you've got to call me a mur. derer'” he cried, advancing threat eningly upon Hagar. “And even that doesn’t satisfy you. You" Evadna rushed up the steps like a crisp little whirlwind, and caught bis arm tightly in her two hands, “Grant! We don't believe a word of It. You couldn't do a thing ike that. Don't we know? Don't pay any attention to her, We aren't going to.” She was speaking in a torrent of trepidation lest he break from her and do some violence which they would all regret. She did not know what he could do, or would do, but the look of his face frightened her. Old Hagar grinned maliciously “Yo! tellum me shont-isham. Mebbyso yo’ tellum yo' no ketchum Squaw-talk-far-off in sagebrush, all time Saunders go dead! Me hair ~~ Squaw-talk-far-off hair. You like for see, you thinkum me tell les?" ( From under her blanket she thrust*forth a greasy brownyhand, and shook triumphantly betore them a tangled wisp of wofnan’s hair—the hair of Miss “Séorgie, without a doubt * ‘If you've said all you want to say, you better go,” Good Indian told her after a moment of asllence while they glared at each other 1 won't touch you—because you're such a devil I couldn't stop short of Squaw-talk-far on you.” Viney and Lucy shrank from the tone of him, and, hiding their faces in a fold of blanket, slunk silently away. Even Hagar drew back a A glaseful hot bef. tiring ind: tleeps ‘Also in lunch tablet form lor businase mes Substitutes Cost YOU Same Price Take a Package Home: pace, hardy a8 was her untamed spirit, and waddled after the others. Z “There's nothing on earth can AAA BR Be azts sald, shrewdly reading his thoughts, | no like for | weight of what she had done, and| Man-that-coughs. I tell um—" “Why didn’t you, then, when the sheriff was in Hartle Evadna | flung at her angrily. “Becau you| know it's a le. That's why “Yo' thinkum Good Injun love killing you, once I lald my hands} STAR—FRIDAY, nk “Amazing Grace? 66 BY SHARBER JULY 28, 1916. PAGE 4. GOOD INDIAN” Outbursts of EverettTrue | | | | EVER BORN AMONG THE WORST ‘PESTS —_— AAW \S THE ONE WHO THINKS ~— HIS NOSE A HORN. equal the malice of an old squaw,” sald Phoebe, breaking [nto the lence which followed. “I do hope she don't go around peddling that story—not that anyone would be- Heve it, but—* Good Indian looked at her, and at Evadna. He opened his lips for speech, and closed them without |eaying a word. That near he enme |to telling them the truth about | meeting Mixs Georgie, and explain jing about the hair Hagar had | prated about. 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Bring th with you, OHI Cut - Rate Dentists 207 UNIVERSITY sr. Opposite Fraser-Paterson Ce, HOw § Mr aS to end all difficult breath. | REAL PAINLESS CHAPTER IX. jceful Returns That afternoon when the four thirty-five slid to a panting halt beside the station platform, Peace ful Hart emerged from the smoker, and nodded thru the open window to Miss Georgie. Behind him per spired Baumberger. “Howdy, Mise GeorgieT he wheered, as he passed the window. “Ever see such hot weather in your Nfe? I never did.” Mi Georgie glanced at him while her fingers rattled her key, and it struck her that Baumberger had lost a good deal of his olly amiability since she saw him last. Bhe gave him a nod cool enough to lower the thermometer several degrees, and leaned forward so that she could see Peaceful just turning to go down the steps. “Oh, Mr. Hart! Wil you wait a minute?’ she called clearly above the puffing of the engine. “T've something for you here. Soon 1 get this train ouwt—" She saw him #top and turn back to the office and jet it go at that for the present “I sure have got my nerve,” she observed mentally, when the wheels were beginning to clank. But she smiled at him brightly, and waited until Baumberger had gone lumber- ing with rather uncertain steps to the store, “I Med to you, Mr. Hart,” she con- |fessed, engagingly. “I haven't a | thing for you except a lot of ques | tions. I'm not Just eurioy you !know. I'm horribly anxtc I've | been waiting to have a little talk and I simply couldn't let unity go by.” She talked fast, but she was thinking faster, and wondering If this calm, white bearded old man thought her a med | dlesome fool “You just about swear by old Baumberger, don't you?” she began presently, fiddling with her lead pencil and going straight to the | heart of what she wanted to say “Well, I dunno, I've kinda learned to fight shy of swearing by any. body, Mina Georgte.” His mild blue eyes settled attentively upon her flushed face. “That's some encouragement anyhow,” she sighed, “Because he's the biggest old blackguard tn Idaho and more treacherous than any In- dian ever could be if he tried. I'm certain as I can be of anything, that he’s at the bottom of this placer. |claim fraud, and he's just digging your ranch out from under your | feet while he wheedles you into thinking he’s looking after your {n terests, I'll bet you never got an injunction against those eight men,” she hazarded, leaning toward him with her eyes sparkling as the subject absorbed all her thoughts “Tr'll bet anything he kept you fid dling around until those fellows all filed on their claims. And now it's got to go till the case ts finally | y | the opport settied in court, because they are technically within their rights in making lawful improvements on their claims.” “Yes, they've all filed—twenty acres aplece—the best part of the ranch, There's a forty runs up over the bluff; the lower line takes in the house and barn and down into the garden where the man they call Stanley run his ine thru the strawberry patch. That forty’s mine lyet. It’s part uh the homestead.” Peaceful spoke slowly, and there | was a note of discourngement in his voice which it hurt Miss Georgie to hear. “Well, they've got to prove that those claims of theirs are lawful, jyou know. And if you've got your | patent for the homestead—you have ‘got a pdtent, haven't you?” Some. |thing in bis face made her fling in |the question | “Y.es—or T thought T had one,” he answered dryly, “It seems now there's a flaw in it, and it's got to |go back to Washington and be rec tified, It ain't legal till that’s been done.” “Who found that mistake?” she demanded, “Baumberger?” “Y-es, Baumberger.” They talked awhile longer, and then Peaceful went In search of Baumberger and together they drove away in the direction of the Hart ranch, 3a) Siti Biisitisitsetrciiiti gs By A Novel $3833332%: RRETAEUNEENESUGUOEODOGIE? | Sosssdsdsbesvcseoees Sistieeett Soret titi ri rect ss peerrereny) by three lers, Hagar, Viney and “I've got something better than) Lucy, Unsuecessful at making trou-| papers, Your boas is dead, I shot ble at the ranch, the old squaw now|him just now He's lying back came with her story to the next|there by the stable.” Good Indian person it was likely to annoy the| tilted his head backward | | tnont But here, too, she got little| Stanley's jaw dropped, but it wan} sativfaction, Miss Georgie Matened | surprise which slackened the mus quietly until her tale was finished, | cles then she locked the station, regard *You—shot—" lens of consequences, borrowed a| “Baumberger. 1 said it.” horse of Pete and galloped off to-| “You'll hang for that,” Stanley ward the Hart ranéh |#tated impersonally, without mov Haumberger climbed heavily out | ing Good Indian amited, but it only Je his face more omtnous. of the rig, and went lurching drunk enly ap the path to the house. He | had not gone ten steps from the Well, they can't hang @ man| stable when he met Good Indian, | more than once. I'll see this ranch | “Hullo,” he growled, stopping| cleaned up while I'm about it. I'd] short and eying him malevolently | just as soon,” he added composedly, with lowered head. |"“be hanged for nine men as for Good Indian's lips curled silently, | on and he stepped aside to pursue his | way. Baumberger swung bis buge|regarded him unwinkingly for so} body toward him |long that Phoebe's nerves took a “I said hullo, Nothin’ wrong in| panic and she drew Evadna away that, is there? Hullo—d'yuh hear?” | from the place Good Indian stopped, and faced| “I believe, by heck, you would!” him, coldly angry, “I think,” he|said Stanley at last. “How'd you sald meaningly, “1 wouldn't press |find out Baumberger was back uh |the point if | were you.” | this deal?” he asked curtously | “Giving me advice, And | Good Indian's shoulders went up | who the devil are you?” | little. | “tL wouldn't ask, if I were you.) “I knew, and that's sufficient But if you really want to know,| The dead line is down past the I'm the fellow you hired Saunders | Point 0’ Rocks. After sundown this |to shoot. You blundered that time.|ranch is going to hold the Harts You should have picked « better | and their friends—and no one else. man, Mr. Baumberger.” | Tell that to your pals, unless you've Baumberger glared at him, and) got a grudge against them then lunged, his eyes like an ant-| Stanley watched Good Indian mal gone mad turn his back and walk away. Miss “I'll make a better job, then!” | Georgie stood where she was until he bellowed. “Saunders was a fool. | rhe saw that Stanley did not intend m hey? I told him to get down next the to shoot Good Indian in the back, horses’ feet had scarcely lifted as he might have done eanily when Miss Georgie was confronted enough, and followed so quickly trail and make a good job of it.|that she soon came up with bim. 1 told him to kill you, you lying! Good Indian turned at the renegade Injun—and if he couldn't, rusting of the skirts immediately I can! You will watch me, hey?” behind him, and looked down at her | Good Indian backed from him in] somberly. Then he caught sight of sheer amazement. Epithets un-|something she was carrying in her | printable poured in a stream from] hand, and he gave @ short laugh the loose, evil lips. Baumberger| “What are you doing with that was a raving beast of a man. He! thing?" he asked peremptorily. bellowed forth threats against! Miss Georgie blushed very red, Good Indian and the Harts, young) and slid the thing into he and old, and vaunted shly the! “Well, every little helps, things he meant to do. | torted, with @ miserable attempt at! Heatmad and drink-mad he was, her old breeziness of manner. “I| and it w as ff the dam of bis) thought for a minute I'd have to wily amiability had broken and let| shoot that nan Stanley—when you| loose the whole vile reservoir of his! turned your back on him.” pirate mind. He tried to strike! Good Indian stopped, looked at Good Indian down where he stood,| her queerly, and went on again with- and when his blows were parried| out saying a word. he pulled a gun, and fired without (Conetuded in Our Next Issue) | really taking aim. “TRAINING FOR THE CAMPAIGN ” Another gun spoke then, and| Baumberger collapsed in the sand, a quivering heap. Good Indian stood and looked down at him fixed, ly while the smoke floated away from the muzzle of bis own gun.| He heard Evadna screaming hyster feally at the gate, and looked over there inquiringly. Phoebe was run | ning toward him, and the boys—/ | Wally and Gene and Jack, At the corner of the stable Miss Georgie) was sliding from her saddle, her riding whip clenched tightly in her band as she burried to him. Peace- ful stood beside the team, with the lines still in bis hand It was Miss Georgie’s |which reached him clearly “You just had to do it, Grant saw the whole thing. You had ©. words Stanley sat on his haunches and | 4 | dress for {t—Adva. “Oh, Grant—Grant! What ha’ you done? What have you done That was Phoebe Hart “D’yuh kill him?’ Gene shouted | excitedly, as he ran up to the spot.| “Yes.” Good Indian glanced once | more at the heap before him. “And I'm Hable to kill a few more before } I'm thru with the deal.” With th gun still in bis hand, he walked | quickly in the direction of the gar- den. “He's mad! The boy's He's going to kill Phoebe a sob, and ran after him, and with| her went Miss Georgie and Evadna, | white-faced, all three of them | “Come on, boys—he's going to }clean ont the whole bunch!” whooped Gene Peaceful stared after them, went into the stable, and got a blanket to throw over Baumberger’s inert |body. Then he went to the house, and got the old rifle that bad killed Indians and buffalo alike, and went quickly thru the grove to the gar. den, He was a methodical man, and he was counted slow, but neverthe less he reached the scene not much behind the others. Wally was try ing to send his mother to the house| with Evadna, and neither would go. | Miss Georgie was standing near Good Indian, watching Stanley, with | her lips pressed together. Stanley was sitting with his back against a tree, but his rifle was resting upon his knee in such a} manner that he had but to lift it} mad! to happen Good Indian appraised the situa tion with a quick glance as he came up, but he did not slacken his pace notil he was within ten feet of Stanley. "You're across the dead line, m’ son,” said Stanley, with lazy nificance, “And you, added, flickering a glance at Miss Georgie. “The dead line,” said Good Indian coolly, “is beyond the Point o° Rocks. I'd like to see you on the other side by sundown.” “Got the papers for that?” ley asked, and laughed Women Drunks Hard| to Cure in Denver at of Stan DENVER, Col., July 28.—Drunk- | enness among women has been slower to decrease under the state prohibition law than among men, Juvenile court authorities sald here | today Prohibition number of ¢ has cut down the} ses before the various ment pl much below that of the men Juvenile Court Officer John Phillips, who meets these cases be cause children generally suffer when thelr parents get drunk, said women become Hquor vietims thru | | environment, despondency and out of revenge BETWEEN SENECA HE IS TRULY AN BASY MARK WHO CAN FOOL HIMSELF AND The cloud of dust raised by thetr KEEP HIMSELF FOOLED, Link Your Interests to This Chain of Credit Stores A Genuine Sale On Ladies’ Odd and End and take alm. The three others were upon their own claims, and For a short time we are they, also, seemed unobtrusively offering at great reductions a ready for whatever might be going | number of finely Tailored Suits which have acumulated during the past seasons and LOW PRICES we have marked them they will all be sold in & very short time, so be one vantage of this unusual saving, Suits From $7.75 Up Some were originally 937.50 Coats Now $9.75 to Some formerly sold for $25.00 White Corduroys and Golfines, formerly sold for as inuch as Now Other Skirts from $2.00 to . Use your credit with us if you want to—our easy -pay- at $1.00 a week or $5.00 a month js certainly city courts per cent. Habitual an inducement worth investigating. men drunkards have almost disap peared, While drinking by wom: | Soe en shows a marked decrease, the percentage of habitual “woman drunks” who have reformed falls | GiTEins 1119-1121 THIRD AVENUE COLYUM THK AUK The only way to enjoy » ball Allon, inte hy the bok seore edition of game with those peanut, nuke with the steam sho al COMN, A JITNEY A SACK! MANY? yW MANY? right beck of you. Then he steps om your derby and Whenever an exciting play comes the auk ts right im front of you with bis wlard " and the basket wallops you on the side of the tooth holder and knocks your freshly lighted cigar over the bleachers. Will the person who suggested putting slot machines im the ball parks step for- ward and receive his Carnegie medal? see QUITE A REPORTER There is no news in this settle ment to speak of. We did hear of a man whose head was blown off by a boiler explosion, but we didn't have time to learn his name. Anyhow, he doesn’t have no kin- folk in this country, so it don't much matter.—The Adams (Tenn.) | Enterprise. A weaver went to America two or three years ago. The other week he came over on a visit to his native town, and called at the old mill to see some of his former workmates One of them said to him, “I be eve it’s «il hustle and bustle in America. In fact, you ‘aven’t time to eat.” “Hustle and bust! said the weaver from America “Why, when I left here I spelt my name Mir- rill (M--r-rt-tl), but now I spell it | Merrett.” “How's that?” mate “Becaus»,” replied the American weaver, “I haven't time to dot the ‘TI°—Tit-Bite. . said his work- ee A CONVINCING ARGCMENT Policeman—What are you stand- ing ‘ere for? Loafer—Nuffink. jceman—Well, just move om. If everybody was to stand In one place, how would the rest get past? eee USE YOUR OWN DISCRETION; THATS WHAT IT IS FOR. see WHADDA YA MEAN STYLISH? Don't forget the Grange picnie at Seward's grove next Saturday, Everybody come for a good time and don't try to be stylish and in the Dighy (lowa)’ Herald-Unton. eee DAYLIGHT-SAVING “Cook-General Wanted ° Comfortable home * washing or windows. in Daily Paper.) ‘ Train your boys to ride a like an Indian and to shoot like the sharpshooters of Kentucky and it the battle of Chal- mette in 1815.—Champ Clark. But, remarks Puck, it is so diffi- cult to do those things in a modern flat. The downstairs tenants would be almost certain to complain. Coats and Dresses the extremely the early ones to take ad- $18.50 75. -o. $4.75 . $9.00 AND SPRING STS.