The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 2, 1916, Page 4

‘ , tof city, Ibe per month up to € mos, # mos $1.90; year $2.60 By carrier, city 26c a month. Datly by The Star Ped ebony connerting. all éepertmoete, _ Henry McBride | ETENRY M'BRIDE was governor from 1901 to 1905 His official record is open to scrutiny His administration has either good, indifferent or} McBride is entitled to be judged by his previous admin ration. It is the best indicator of what he will do if he is again elected. What has that record been? Tt has clearly emphasized his independence and fearless “pork barrel” appropriations Because his administration has been a great boost for! politics, the journalistic harlot of Seattle opposing s It is not opposing him openly, for it has no argument ‘@gainst him. [t is damning him by innuendo and insinuation «6 The same newspaper opposed McBride's policies when Was governor. It hasn't the courage to oppose him openly State railway commission, the abolition of the railway iss bribes to public officials, the more equitable basis of tax n for corporations—all these are now established policies the state, in spite of the opposition of the morning hen Seattle. | | It was not to be “expected that the journalistic bandit ld favor an independent and fearless man. It rather runs the support of the Hinky Dinks and Bath-house Johns in Hes and to hare-brained schemes of burglarious intent such the $5,000,000 Ayres harbor terminals fake. It jumps to Support of an “Honest” John Riplinger, who rushes to Aduras to raise bananas when his accounts as comptroller imspected. It champions the wine carnival of a Louie} as a fitting example of police administration t screeches for Hinky Dinks and vicious schemes and tion. But did it champion mothers’ pensions, minimum for women, decent hours of employment, workmen's msation, “first aid” legislation? IT DID NOT. And it extremely silent also about the fact that John Gillies, of public funds, was appointed by the politician it is championing for governor. | Tt has been consistently against humane and progressive! tion. It has been consistently for Hinky Dinks in of-| and therefore it cannot be for Henry McBride of Rural Credits Bill VHE signing of the rural credits bill by President Wilson, July 17, is a triumph of justice, and ends one of the big les of the 64th congress. | Itogether there have been 118 rural credits bills in con-! . They have included every shade of opinion from that favors government supervision of a farm mortgage sys-| to that which favors direct government Joans to farmers.) The new bill as passed and signed and as described by president puts the farmers who have genuine assets, and makes the great credit| country available to them.” It is news to many persons that the farmer has never the borrowing privilege without which the manufacturing commercial interests of the country would perish. _ Because the farmer has had no way to get money at a fate for a long time, the evils of the landlord system, one h is the high cost of food, have increased by leaps and ls in the last quarter of a century. Successful farming is purely a development proposition, as time is concerned. It is a matter of years But the banking business can be made successful only turning loans over and over, rapidly, many times. The and the banker work at cross purposes. Farmers been largely shut out of the borrowing privilege Lately, as farming methods have become more scientific, farmer's condition has become worse. Within the past agricultural processes have been revolutionized. The farmer is now trained in an agricultural college Even} small farmer must practice intensive scientific processes is learning, among other things, that there is no such as profitable farming without stock, horses, cows, etc it takes at least five years to get a farm started, or to from exclusive grain farming to grain and stock farm- another five to get it established in ordinary security, another five to perfect it. The farmer needs money to do all this and he needs it long time. This is exactly what the new rural credits bill intended to supply him with. ’ It will permit the small farmer to prosper. It will en- age the back-to-the-land movement. | It is the first step in doing away with the terrible threat Jandlordism in the United States. It will help the 50 per ‘of the country’s agriculturists, who are now renting rs, to become land and home owners. been and his opposition to appa oe an 4 wi ar Fleeting Is Fame! T APPEARS that a recent issue of the New contained this remarkable statement: “The only woman who ever ran for president of the id States was Belva A. Lockwood, who was a candidate] gainst Grant. She died several years ago, aged 85, after| om years | of legal practice as a member of the Washington, a +» ba: York World | family?” |laughed, as he handed me back the | finally answered | sun-dial “upon an equality with all} And now comes Belva Lockwood in her proper person, and, like a well known humorist of yore, states that the re- ts of her death have been greatly exaggerated, since she still alive in Washington. Belva Lockwood is one of the most remarkable charac- of the age and one to whom the women of America owe debt which can never be fully canceled. Thru her instru- atality the bills giving female federal employes equal pay with males and the bills admitting women to the United! States supreme court were passed by congress. Belva Lock- ‘wood was a pioneer in the woman's suffrage movement. Few “women have had as great honors thrust upon them and none Shave been more worthy to receive them. She did not, as the - World states, run against Grant for the presidency, but against ' Blaine and Cleveland in 1884 and Harrison and Cleveland in m 1888. For a third of a century she has been one of the fore-| - most figures of the woman’s world. Excursions East VIA THE er 5 NA cae ee STAR—WEDNESDAY, “AMAZING GRAC Y ETHEL HUESTON Bom nit otnninnnrsn Tenn orn (Continued from Our Last lesue) | Yes | sure,” I I don't know, in a be suddenly perhaps—oh, answered Then But what else did Mrs. Walker tell you? Surely she int leave off with the mention of one illustrious member of my I'm wildered 1 demanded fashion. She told me about aunt—the q r old lady James Christie's relies to you your great who left) he! ring. They ters,” relics.” “Yes-the letters written Lady Frances Webb,” he said. It was my turn to laugh. “I knew that Mra, Walker must have been talkative,” I declared. “Bhe didn't tell you the latest touch of romance in connection with those letters, did she?” “Late romance?” he asked in a pusaled fashion. “A publishing company bas made me an offer to publish those let- ters! To make them into a stua- ning ‘best-seller.’ ” He was silent for a little while. “No, she didn’t tell mo this,” he were just a batch of let I corrected, “not any other by “Then it is deca know it!" I explained. mother fs still too grieved to men-; tion the matter to any one by tele phone-—and it happens that she hasn't met Mra. Walker face to aed | since the offer was made.” | And-—rejected?” he asked, with a little smile. “Yes, but how did you know?" The smile sobered “There are some things one knows,” he answered. “Yet, after all, what are you going to do with the letters? If you don't publish them now, how are you going to be sure that some other—some tu ture possessor will not?” “I can't be sure—that's the rea son I'm not going to run any risk,” I told bim. “I'm going to burn them.” He started “Y take them to Colmere Ab | | bey—her old home,” 1 explained. To me the place has always been a house of dreams! She describes portions of the gardens in her let ters—telis him of new flowerbeds made, of new walls bullt-of the I have always wanted to jgo there, and some day | shall bundle all these letters up and pack them In the bottom of a steamer trunk—to have a big bonfire with |them on the very same hearth where she burned his.” “i” may inquire, what do you/ know about this place—this Col mere Abbey?” he finally asked. 1 ONLY A Sone, AND A HALF FROM AUG. 2, 1916. PAGE 4. was I upon my tank that I tirely failed to hear mother’ tated step in tho hall above brought to, however, when | the click of the electric switch upon the stair. The lower “hall was suddenly flooded with light. Mother's face, peering at me from the landing, was already pro mean, do you know anything of it in this century—whether it's still ding or not?” Yo—nothing! hen, if you should go to Eng land, you might be disappointed,” he said gently, “Residents often fight shy of tourists.” T had a feeling of ruffied dignity How. long have you been in | asked abruptly; and relieved. “Ten years—off and on,” he an- awered briskly. “Most of the time in Pittsburg, but IT love Engiand. Some day—when things—when my atfairs—are in different shape over there I shall go back to stay.” The tea things were finally ar- ranged by Cicely's nervous, dusky hands, and mother appeared, in the wake of the steaming ketth Her expression said more plainly than words that she would do the decent thing or die. “You were at Mrs. Walker's Fing Day reception yesterday, Grace tells me?" she inquired as casually as {f a blood battle of words had not been waging over the occur rence all morning. “And Mrs. Kendall was talking with me this morning on the telephone about her dance Friday night—' She paused, looking at him in- terrogatively, because that had been Mrs. Kendall's own emotion when mentioning the matter. Mr. Tait glanced toward me. Ah,.yes—-I bad forgotten! will be there?” You nouncing sentence. "Grace, | was just coming down to tell you that—well, I am com pelled to say that you amaze me!” For once | agreed with her. was beginning to amaze myself. CHAPTER VIL Two Men and a Maid “Is everybody crazy tonight?’ I whispered to Guilford, the night of the Kendalls’ dance, as we paused for a moment before the dancing commenced, just outside one of the reception roomns—quite apart from the nolsy ballroom farther back— and I saw two people inside, The girl was seated before the piano, and was singing softly, while the man stood at ber side, listening with a rapt expression “Who would ever have thought that that girl would be singing that song to that man?’ I asked, with a quivery little feeling that world was going topsyturvy with other people besides me. The singer wae the careless, rowdy golf champion of the state, and the man Netening was Old- burgh’s astonishing young surgeon the kind who never went anywhere because {t was sald he laid aside his scalpel only when he was obliged to pick up his fork. “What is the song?” Guilford in quired. “A love song?” I smiled. “Well, rather “Ah, there's that Consolidated Traction Company fellow,” he said, calling my attention to a bunch of new arrivals at the doors of the “Yes,” I answered hastily, and mother came near scalding the kitten on the rug in the excess of her surprise. All morning, thru the smoke of battle, I had sent ve hement protestations against hav- ing my white tissue redraped for the occasion, deciaring that noth ing could induce me to go. Mother left the room soon after this—-the sudden change of decision about the dance had been too much for her. He looked out the win dow at the creeping darkness and rose to 0. “Then I'm to see you night?” he asked at parting. bat Friday “'m—I'm glad.” There had been a green and gold sunset behind the trees tn the park across the way, and after a moment more he was lost in this weird radiance. “He's gone—gone—gone!" some- thing sad and lonesome was saying in my heart. “What if he should be suddenly called back to Pitts burg and I shouldn't see him again?” To see the very last of him I had dropped down beside the front door, with my face pressed against the lace-vetled glass, and so intent Be Careful in U Soap on jog Hair Most soaps and prepared sham- poos contain tuo much alkall, which is very injurious, ae it dries Lo scalp and makes the hair brit tle. The best thing to use is just plain mulsified covoanut ofl, for It “MILWAUKEE?” | Every day until September 30th | For a daylight “Electric” ride over the Rockies take the celebrated “Olympian” leaving Seattle 10:15 each morn ing. 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What's his name?” ‘aitiand Tait.” “Have you met quired. “Yes, I've met him,” | answered giddily 6 was at M Walker's Flag Day reception Tuesday—and he brought me to town in his car. then came calling Wednesday af. ternoon, and—" Guilford had stopped still and was looking at me as if anxious to know when I'd felt the first symp- toms. “Oh, ly. Then why—” “Didn't I tell you?” “Yeo—that is, you might have mentioned {t. Of course, it really makes no difference—" He smiled, dismissing it as a triviality. 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And the kind | could love was disentangling him |self from the group around the door and coming toward me at that very moment. “Have you met him?” I asked of my com paulon. “No.” In another tnstant they were shaking hands cordially, ¢ “You'll excuse me a moment?” Guilford asked, turning to me “I wanted to speak to—Delia Ram- age.” This is called heaping coals of fire, “Of course you're engaged for the first dance?” Maitland Tait asked, | the music began. “I knew that Td have to miss that—-when I was late, But"—he came a step closer and spoke as {f acting under some hasty impulee— nt to tell you how very lovely I think you are tonight! I hope you do not mind my saying this? 1 didn’t know it before-—-I thought It was due to other influences—but you are beau ufal.” 1—T'm afraid—" atingly. “But you must not say that!” he | commanded, his deep voice muffled. “This is just the beginning of what |1 wish to say to you.” I wrenched my eyes away from | his—then looked quickly for Gull- ford. Grandfather Moore's warn jings in my ear were choking the violin muste into demoniac howls. “Aren't you going to dance—with some one?” I asked, turning back quickly, as Guilford’s arm slipped about me and we started away Maitland Tait swept his eyes down the room to where Mra. Charles Sefton—a sister-in of the house of Kendall—and her daughter Ana bel were standing. Mrs, Sefton was 4 pillar of soctety, and, if one must use architectural similes, Anabel was a block. They caught him and made a sandwich of him on the spot. I whirled away with Guilford. At the end of the dance I found myself close to a door that opened into a small conservatory. “I'm going tn herg to rest a min- ute, Guilford,” I explained, setting him free with a little push toward & group of girls he knew. “You run along and dance with some of them. Men aren't any too plenti- ful tonight.” “Noo—I'll go with you,” he ob | jected lazily, slipping his cigaret | case from his pocket. “You're too | darned pretty tonight to stay long conservatory alone.” ut I'll not be alone,” I replied. “Grandfather and Uncle Lancelot will be with me.” on in your con- science he asked, with slightly primped lips. “Something—that T'll about later.” He turned on his heel, with an unflattering abruptness, and left me. I entered the damp, earthy. smelling room, where giant ferns broke off the view of a green cane bench, 1 made for this settee and sank down dejectedly How long | sat there I could not tell, but after a little while three people entered. “How warm it {8 tonight!" 1 heard Maitland Tait's voice sudden. ly proclaim, tr a fretful tone, But he drew up @ chair and subsided into it. “This ts the first really warm night we've had this sum- mer.” “It seems like the irony of fate, doesn’t it?” Anabel Sefton asked with a nervous little giggle. “We had almost no dances during April and May, when one really needed violence of some sort to |keep warm,” her mother hastened to explain, “And now, at this last dance of the season, it is actually hot.” “The last big dance, mother.” “Of course!” Mrs, Sefton lean- I began palpl- tell you that) =| toward the other two chairs con fidentially A crush Hke this is |too big,” she declared “Oh, but I ike the big affairs,’ Anabel pouted. “You never know then who you're going to run jacross!” | “Dan Hunter ts here der,’ her mother agreed, Grace Christie! Have you | Miss Christie, Mr. Tait?” You,” he replied | “She's gone in for newspaper | world,” Anabel elucidated | “Just a pose,” her mother hantl ly added, "She really belongs to one of our best families, and is en gaged to Guilford Blake,” “But she won't marry him,” An jabel said seriously I'm mre I can't understand such a nature They've been engaged all their lives, and Bhe doesn't better than to lose him,” jer broke in. “If he should chance for a won “and met deserve anything to look in some other direction for! & while she'd change her tactics, no doubt.” ‘Oh—no doubt,” male voice After a while the trio melted quietly away. | rose from my chair and started toward the door, when | 1 saw that Maitland Tait had not left with the others | 1 came up with him and he did not start. Evidently be had known jall the while that I was in the | room, Well?” he said “Well I echoed, feebly, but re I could go any farther he had drawn himeclf up sharply 1 was coming to look for you— to aay good-bye,” he said “Good-bye?” I repeated, blankly “You mean good-night, don't you?” 0." Our eyes met squarely then, and mine dropped. They bad hit against steel, We must have stood there in atlence for a minute or more then, without speaking another word, he moved deliberately away and I lost all trace of him in the crowd “Welt” CHAPTER VIIL. An Assignment The next afternoon the city ed tor agsin said “Damn” blushed. You needn't blush,” I said to him wearily eed around in surprise. feel like saying it your- * he questioned turned aquarely “1 want you to get—that Consol idated Traction company story for me,” he then declared But I'm a cial feature writ I protested You are, sod this story deuced special,” he returned want you to get | His tone, which was the botled- down essence of business, sent me in a tremor over tow the nat! where my hat hung. It was get- ting dark, and I remembered then that I had heard fragments of tele- phonic conversation earlier in the day anent “catching him there about 7.” “What is it I must do?” “Well, | have a bunch that you will succeed where Clemons and Bolton and Reade have failed,” he said. “And the foolish way the fellow acts maker it necessary for us to use all haste.” “The fellow “Maitland Taity A day or two ago it was understood that he might remain fn this town for eral days longer—then today comes the news that he's straining nerve to get awsy tomorrow! “Oh, tomorrow! “But tonight he's going to hold a final conference and looked at me er is " this if you'll go right on now Very well,” I answered, feeling- ly myself in profound hypnosis. At the corner a car to Loomis was passing, and, once inside, I in spected every passenger in the deadly fear of seeing some one whom I knew. There was no one there, however All the way out I sat like one paralysed. Whon the greasy ter- minal of the line was reached [ left the car along with a number of men in overalls and a bevy of tired, dejected-looking women, I followed after them, then stopped before a lighted door of a small building while they disap peared into a giant round-house farther back. The whir of ma- 9 Kate Trimble Sharber her moth-| |to nerve myself up to accepting it. echoed a deep| A Novel| A Week, | WeSssTs teers Ty prvswrseeereerr V7" chinery was steady and monoton ous, and it served to drown out the noise my heart aking, for | was legitimat even in my repor Tt wa & most ur t, 1944, by Merril! Ce was frightened rial capacity sant moment This must be the offic The big door wa» slightly ajar, 80 L entered, rapping with unsteady moment later against | panels of another Private. knuckles a the forbidding door marked “Well?” “I don't give a rap if he is the} Vice-President and General Man ager of the Consolidated Traction Company,” ! muttered, the capital letters of his position and big cor- poration, however, pelting like giant iistones against my cour age. “I'm Special Feature Writer for The Oldburgh Herald!” “If you've got any business with me open that door and come in!" was the further invitation I, re esived. “If you haven't, go on off! The Invitation wasn't exactly sing in its tone, but I managed | pr “But I have got some-—business with you!” I gasped, as I opened the door Mr. Tait turned around from his desk jo0d lord say, dear me! wheeled and that ts, | mean to * he muttered, as he saw = me. ioe 8 you so surprised—then “Surprised? Of course, a little, but-—noo, not so much either, when you come to think of it!" Mr. Tait drew up a chair “Thank you—tho I haven't a min- ute to stay!” | stammered a little, then sat down. “A minute?” “Not long, really—for it's getting late, you see!” “if you're in such a hurry your ‘business’ must be urgent,” he said, and his tone was full of satire. “You needn't rub it in on me!” flashed back at him. His chair was tilted slightly against the desk, and he sat there| jj observing me impersonally as if I were & Wasp pinned on a card- board “Rub it in on you?” “Please don't think I came out here tonight because I wanted to see you, Mr. Tait!” I was starting to explain, when he interrupted me, the satire quite gone. “But, after all, what else wi there to do?" he asked, with sur- prising gentleness “What el “Yes. Certainly next move-—-Grace'” My heart outdid the machinery | in the roundhouse in the way of) making a hubbub at that instant, but he seemed not to hear. “I Just wanted to let you know—" I began, when he stopped me. “Please don't ste this dear little hour in explaining begged. “I want you to know—to feel absolutely—that nothing you might ever 40 could be misunder stood by me! TI feel now that I know you-your impulsive, head- strong way—" “‘Heartetrong,' Aunt Patricia used to say,” [ modified softly. ‘There was a tense little silence, then he spoke again. “If you aro not in love with your fiance—never have been in love with him-—why do you maintain the relationship?” he asked, in as careful and businesslike a manner as if he were inquiring the price of pig-tron. “Because—bdecause that's the way we do things down here in this; state,” I answered, “and ences | idolizes him!” He smiled—his brand of sinile “Little—goose'” he said. “Then—last night, when you pre-/ tended ,that you were going straight away—" “1 am going away,” he broke in with considerable dignity. “Tonight will see the finishing up of the business which brought me to Old- burgh!” Then and not until then, I'm afraid, did I really recall the face of my city editor—and the faci that he had sent me out to obtain} an interview, not a proposal. | “Your business with the Macder- mott Realty Company 1 inquired. (Continued in Our Next Issue) a it was your) own particalar | 1f you are looking for a | piece of acreage, you will find | | many bargains in Star Want | | Bae | guarantee, | was neutral, yo’ honoh. COLYUM that fellow Hughes \s eh what? see Looks like the “duckpond” of Postoffice Humphrey may really be a white slephant. From the size of the stench it has raised, in spite of the morning “virtue’s” it may even be another kind of animal *-° The Danbury hat case, it appears to Basil Manly, will tear the lid off Hughes! Greetings, some verbose boy, “Stout men, don't wear stripes) urges a woman tailor, We should include all men in this warning. . . Sid Tucker and his bride, who spent their honeymoon with « week's visit at the county seat, had a lively Ume of it. They rode in a jitney automobile every forenoon and took in a moving picture show each afternoon and evening. —Madl- won, 8. C., Dispatch, (GALL OF THE WILD. ea Ny “You can't guess the wonderful news!” exclaimed Mrs. Tinkle to her friend Miss Dimple, who had dropped in for a call. “Gracious!” exclaimed Miss Dim- ple. “Tell me quick what it is!” Mrs. Tinkle rocked back and forth |in quiet delight at the other's in- terest. “No,” got to guess.” Bessie “ond and Jack Warner she said, “you've just Combes have broken their men “No! Oh, won't my husband just laugh when I tell him you coulds’t guess right!” “Well, now you must tell met? “Our baby has got a tooth!” A fat “colored mammy™ of the “old school” was haled into court = throwing her washing board a@ neighbor, a Georgia “cracker,” ped the “poor white trash” variety. “Did you strike this man with & washboard?” Judge Broyles asked, “I spec’ I did, yo’ honah.” “What was the provocation?” “We wuz discussin’ wah, jedge.” “Well—go on.” “We wuz talkin’ "bout dem Ger- ming, an’ John's Bulls and dem Frenchmens, and he done said I T ain't gwine to let no low-down white trash call me dat.” | THOUSANDS OF FISH KILLED IN DITCHES, WASHINGTON, July 28.— Thoro tests of devices to pre- vent fish from entering irriga- tion ditches are to be made by forest service officers. They say thousands of trout placed in Western #treants by the govern- ment are killed thru being car- ried into the ditches and wash- ed out on the fields.