The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 3, 1916, Page 4

[THE SEATTLE STAR| ® OF NeWsrare Press Asse Dally by The Star Publishing Ce, Phone Main 600, Private Washington Canal to make the first trip thru the canal to Lake Union, tpochal history of Seattle For a quarter of a century Seattle has been looking for- rd to this event. dream of the hardy pioneers who laid the foundation o this world city. The Lake Union lock is the first important rete realization of this dream, It became an optimistic dient of the Seattle Spirit which the nation learned to dmire, as Seattle, emerging from a ruinous fire in 1889, took hold anew and rose bigger and worthier, until it is now easily of the best cities in the United States to live in. The canal, when completed, will mean much to the city. re is still a great deal to be done. But today’s event al- : i Seattle's long-looked-for canal. When completed, the canal will aid materially in con- lake shorelands to the much-needed factory sites for city, in addition to bringing the whole territory con- tiguous to the lake closer to the city and thus providing and quicker markets for the agricultural products both lake and sound districts. The Lake Washington canal, in short, will spell a new in the commercial and manufacturing life of the city. Colonel’s Three Best Bets Ay HEN Judge Hughes starts out on his swing around the circle by which the Old Guard hopes to win the inde- dent and ex-Bull Moose voters of Missouri, Kansas, Okla- Nebraska, Minnesota and the Dakotas, he will fire his ing gun in Kansas City. The New York Times has fun with the Kansas City Jour- which scems to trust a bit feebly to Judge Hughes alone, which suggests that— t 1b t tek “It would be a master stroke if Col. Roosevelt and Mr. paseo died rig bee hled a = mt Taft could be brought to Kansas City at the same time, and “And — occasionally — you'll be these three leaders speak from the same platform.” lcoming back to Oldbureh to see} “A lovely picture,” says the Times. “You see the colonel command. He is in the center, of course. To Mr he graciously gives the right. To Mr. Taft, a thought gracious, the left: Harmony Trio would be a comforting sight, but not @moush. Mr. Crane, Mr. Penrose and Mr. Smoot should be the bodyguard. They, too, should speak—-Mr, Crane might let off with a whisper—from the same platform with the @slone!. Hiram Johnson, William FPitnn and George W. Per Kins should be Mr. Taft's ushers and attendants and speak from the same platform “Ab, sweet white fluttering of ascension rob Ab, gamboling and bleating of reformed millennial wolves and ec Static howling of the progressive flock of 1912! Why did Vic- tor Murdock run away to China and miss this vision! “The ear of anticipation is happy already in the com- trains of ‘Onward, Chrietian Soldiers!’ and ‘When the Baterprising Burlar's Not a-Burgling.’” But seriously, why should not the colonel present Judge thes and Judge Taft? ‘Aside from HIMSELF they are the only living speci- of the mature Rooseveltian judgment in the way of ential candidates. “Such a display on the part of the colonel to the voters of midwest would be interesting. The colonel’s two speci- candidates might be worked up into a living picture for citizens to contemplate. The picture might well be entitled “The Colonel's Ad ce; Before and After Taking.” IOBODY HOME EXT to guaranteeing the Humphrey “duckpond” as a “valuable piece of business property,” the manufactured that George E. Lee had ever opposed Senate Bill No. is the biggest bonehead play ever made in contemporary litics. It proves that certain candidates and their press agents not only trying to beat Dr. Cook at his own game, but also that no one seems to reside at their residences ad, Sad is Parting NY a time, during the past war-cursed year, we have run across little tales which have made us—as callous . have grown—want to steal away to some quiet nook ind ed aloud, but seldom have our feelings been so harrowed asin reading of a story which filters thru from Mexico. It is a}story of a parting. ; Ddnaciano Osuna is the little sub-profecto of Tia Juana, man $f peace, not war, whose heart is tender and who loves “his felldw man. A good and kindly soul is Don Osuna. And i% he other day he lost a friend. Our heart throbs in sympathy t and our throat grows tight as we read that, as the band peered “Sobre las Olas” as it was never played before, good ‘ae ciano Osuna, with tears trickling down his cheeks in rivulets, grasped the hand of his departing friend and mur- d brokenly, “Lamento much su despredida.” And he WAS sorry, too; his gentle soul was racked with grief, for the sub-profecto| ‘|. was saying “adios” to James Wood Coffroth and the Tia Jaana race-meet and, alas! pickings will be few and times most lean in Tia Juana until the blessed Gringo suckers return. But be of good cheer Don Osuna. They will come again (goon with a bank roll big enough to choke a dog. They have | the habit good and plenty. . UThe Odds Are Big 7, HELMA STOVALL, age 19, a Los Angeles girl, com- i? mitted suicide, after persistent efforts to make good as a! ‘motion picture actress had failed. She left this nots: “Just toss me on the waves. If the day be cloudy and) the sea rough, so much the better.” | Just one out of every 50 girls who get their opportunity fn the motion picture game makes really good. The other 49 find themselves up against about just the hardest proposi- tion a woman can tackle. If you, little girl, have the movie craze, pause a moment and ask yourself if odds of 50 to 1 against you looks like a game worth while. Pe oe J i ae ss fxs Ws Many who regret seeing the progressive party as sassinated will find solace in the thought that they no longer feel constrained to think up an alibi for Geo. W. that?” world knows!" NTERING the Lake Washington canal lock Thursday) know?” the! manned to ed States snag steamer Swinomish takes its place in the Sere and move the whole business | | to Birmingham, or you've bought acres and acres more of Oldburgh's 7 | Suburbs and will make this spot so The Lake Washington canal has been| important and permanent that the f, Company's grandchildren will have knowing whether or not you'll ever come back to Oldburgh want you to tell me anything you'd pady signalizes the realization, in the very near future, of " he replied, humorously. acres and acres more of Oldburg suburbs, and we're going to ha quite I observed, looking out thru the window into the greasy darkness. to It that the improvement's made! There will be model cot jin place of those mis here tonight-—and each cottage will love pg to tent & momentary smile his face “Prophets » Prophets sobered. “The WorldChild in the middie! “| don't know! There are things “That —tn England—that complicate any arrangements, | moan business af- | ception AEEESSEEASESES BSH A Novel “Prd A Week Parsonage BY ETHEL HUE —| Tin iT (Continued from Our Last Issue) | AITLAND TAIT looked at me| M with an amused smile | “What do you know about he asked | “Nothing except the what all “And how much does the world either plant) “Merely you've this that shut down >| uu don't know which “head I shook my “Thon shall I tell you? interested?" Are you “I'm certainly interested = tn ‘but I don't r I shouldn't know.” “I believe I want to tell you,” bis face softening “W@ have bought ttle city out here!” “There's room for improvement,” “There is, and I'm going to see a hov that I'm glad you ¢an't seo from have its garden spot-—" “That's good!” 1 approved, ardens.” ait until you see some Png- lish ones I have seen,” patriotically. “1 “I shall--then pattern my own by them! But—these Loomis plans?” “Model cottages, with gardens— that the gardens crow silver bells) and cockle shells and pretty maids} all in a row?” | suggested, but after rangemonta, | might wish to make Jost now.” The shriek of the city-bound trolley-car broke in at that Instant) upon the quiet of the room. I sprang up, for I felt suddenly a wild distaste to having Maitiand Tait say important things to me then and there! Something in me demanded | the most beautiful setting the world enuld afford for what he was going t 0 way! “I ought—I ought to catch that oar!” wondering. “My motor ts here. back to town,” he said He rang the bell beside bis desk and a moment later the face of! Collins appeared’in the doorway Outside the Hmousine was breath ing softly 1 don’t remember what we talked) about going in to town, or whether! we talked at all or not; but when the machine slowed up at the Her ald building and Maitland Tait helped me out, there was the same Mght shining from his eyes that shone there the night before—and diance half blinded me. “Grace, you don't want me to say anything tonight—I can see that,” he said. “And you are right—f you are still bound to that other man! I can say nothing until I know you are free" He whispered the’ words, our hands meeting warmly | “But, {f you are going away!— You'll come and say good-by? “What matters where good-by In| said—it we can do nothing but say | it?” he demanded. “It’s your next move, Grace.” CHAPTER IX. Jilted! The barest thought of the pain 1 was going to inflict upon Guilford Blake when I broke my lifelong en- gagement to him had been sending shivers up and down my backbone ever since 4 o'clock on the after noon of Mra. Hiram Walker's re then, when I turned away from Maitiand Taft's motor car the aight I went to Loomis on urgent business, and came face to face) with my betrothed standing tn the shadow of the office door, waiting for me—the unexpected happened! Mr. Blake broke his engagement with me! ‘Grace, you amaze me!” he said. He said it so quietly, with so fey an alr of disapproval that 1 looked up quickly to see what the trouble was, Then I observed that he had told the truth. I hadn't crushed, wounded, nor annihilated him. I had simply amazed him. The rest was soon over. It was humiliating enough and need not be recorded here. The important thing Is that when I finally ascend- ed the stairs to the Herald office my left hand wi PRAISES GILL | Editor The Star: Mayor Gill's saf,the 66 He followed mo, his face gravely h TH take you | ° | out sharply and joyously, LETTERS TO THE STAR—THURSDAY, AUG. 3, 1916. STON econ with a scarab ring. The brilliant Mght tn the city news room met me squarely as I opened the door, 1 blinked a little then raised my left hand and ex amined it closely. It looked-—aw-| ful! L had worn that samo ring ever since I was seventeen years old—and I felt as I might feel it 14 just had my hair cut off or suf- fered somo other unprecedented Joan. elty editor looked up from k. 1 was still gnzing at that left hand. “It's No,” I answered stupidly. gone!” He Jumped to his feet. “Heret” he commanded sharply. “Bit down here!” I sat down, letting my bag slide to the floor “You don't fee! sick—do yout” “No.” My closely. “Then—the story!” he sald. I blankly reached for my bag, opened it and took out the blank copy paper. city editor looked at me “Oh—damn—" he began, then swallowed This awakened me from my trance. “But he does!” I exclaimed tn triumph. “He is—and he’s going to “Here?” the editorial voice called “Here tn Oldburgh ?” My head bobbed a concise yes. “Bigger and better than ever?” my questioner tormented, “A thousand times! Happiness for everybody!” The old fellow began seribbling. “Model cottages, and—oh! Gardens! Gardene—gar- } dena!” He hela up bis hand “Walt—you fo too darn fast!” “['m sorry! Maybe I have gone too fast!” I answered, as I settled back in my chair and my face red- dened uncomfortably. “Maybe I have gone too fas' You have! You confuse me— talking the way you do and looking the way you do! By rigbts I ought to make you write the story out yourself—but you don’t look as if you could spell ‘Unprecedented good fortune in the annals of Old burg’s industrial career,’ tonight.” I'm sure I couldn't,” I admitted ee readily. “Please don't ask me to.” “Well—go on with your narra tive. What else?” “Acres and acres! Acres and acres I impressed upon him. “That's what I've always wanted! I love acres so much better than neighbors—don't you?” He paused in his writing. “Of course the Macdermott Realty on PAGE 4. ZIN TIT FORGOT THe CARPET TACKS AGAIN! IF TYING A STRING ON YOUR FINGER Doesn't Do ANY Goop we wir SOMETHING A Box o' | CARPET | TACKS we ne | | neratching his head with his pencil > tip and leaving a little black mark along the field of redness. “We! mustn't forget to mention each tn dividual member of the firm.—And then?" | A schoolhouse,” Hie glared “A schoolhouse?” he questioned “What for?” “For the children!” 1 anawered,| lowering my eyes. “Did you think | there wouldn't be any children?” I sprang up from my chair, “I'm going home, please!” 1 “Ll really ought not to! have gone out there tonight--and 1 don't know whether he'll want all this written up or not-—for 1 didn't mention the Horald’s name! in our conversation, and—" “Bosh!” he snapped. “Rot! And) piffie! You had a right to go out there if I sent you—and of course, he can't object to the public know- ing, now his plans are completed.” “Do you really think so?" I asked, from the doorway. He waved me crossly away, and I caught a car home. ‘The first thing mother always de- manded after breakfast was the paper, but the next morning she was not so impatient for the sound of the carrier's whistle as I. 1 ran out for it myself and scur- ried back into the house. “And got your name to it—Grace Chalmers Christie!” mother walled in despair, as she opened the sheet and saw two columns. “Lat' ee,” 1 suggested, peering over her shoulder and watching the words dancing up and down. I couldn't read anything, but I man- aged to catch an occasional “Mac- dermott” ag it pranced along in front of an occasional “model cot- 1 remembered tage.” “Take it!—Burn it!" mother commanded. She thrust {t into my hand, and I took it into my bedroom. There it lay all morning—and I whispered to it and caressed It, for it contained his name—reprinted | many times. Then the telephone in the hall! I tried to keep y from it as hard as they say a murderer tries) to keep away from the scene of his) crime. “I won't call him until afternoon,” I kept telling myself. “It would be perfectly outrageous. Tl call him from the office—just about dusk, and—" Then | began seeing things— houses and English gardens, with children and schoolhouses in the background—until I came to the of- fice in time for the one o'clock staff meeting. ‘The first thing I saw there was a note lying on my desk, It bore no} postmark, so 1 knew that {t must fervversvrvrcrrer inet Taree is | thought | talk. have come by messenger, and insinuations from the courts wore freely published that the city Fourth of July speech, going after| would be compelled to pay for his the hide of Judge Frater, is a gen- indiscretions and smashing bees. tle reminder to the people that pro-| Prohibition doe# prohibit in this hibition, so far as Seattle is con-| city, but not because the courts en cerned, would have been an abso- farce a law which the people voted, lute. failure had we been compelled | but because we happened to have to rely upon prosecutions in the|a man at the head of the municipal- upper courts ity who {s fearless enough to carry From the outset, the superior out the will of the people, He has had the backbone to save us from court judges have shown a dispost The Big Churn Butter Store Four doors south of Liberty Theatre, opens Saturday, August 5. Butter fresh from the churn each morning 30e Pound—3 Pounds 85c Ice Cream, 5 Cents Per Dish 1 humiliation and shameful defeat. Quibbling postponoments and tak- ing cases “under advisement,” even tion to throttle or emasculate the law, and Prosecuting Attorney Lun din has openly threatened to defy |them, when the offense charged was no | He has stated in public utter-|graver than that of simple bootleg- |ances that “prohibition does not) ing, has been the rule of the courts prohibit,” because he could not get) until the faith and confidence of a square deal at their hands. A/the people in the judiciary has been mayor with a strong heart and an/shaken and justice seems to have iron will is the only thing that| found a hiding place saved us. Let us stand by the man who be He was compelled to take the|lieves in the maxim, “Salust populi jaw into his own hands when the suprema est lex"—the will of the prosecuting attorney was ready to| people is the supreme law—even if abandon the field and the sheriff|he is compelled to use an ax to en- lalready had withdrawn. While Gill|force it. TOBIAS MITCHELL, was trying to enforce the law, hints 1810 Seventh Ave, EAL TTRS FRM Th Wa De GAY APSA What can he have sald?” 1/ EDITOR WOULD ABOLISH SENATE Editor The Star: A Washing- ton correspondent asserts that the linterests at work for the rejection jof Louis D. Brandeis as a justice Jof the United States supreme court had enlisted the aid of the women |snobs of the national capital Tho social position of the wite of a supreme court justice ts said that the thought of a Jewess taking precedence of themselves {has filled the society matrons of Washington with a feeling of hor- ror. No decent person would ate such an outrageous against our beloved Washington society matrons, so IT move that the United States senate be abor ished JUSTICE, toler- indignity biles invented by a New Yorker enables a person in the back seat SEO The catebing it up ams woigh-| ing it in my hands And | wonder) why he sent it here to the Herald office, instead of out home 4 I looked at it again and found a) vague “Habana” fragrance about it before I ran a hairpin under the flap and opened it, It ran as fol lows / 1 have My Dear Mine Christie tof hin for being au polow mark in that ft war & cane taken identity. T want you that, as an actress sare 1 firmly believed t newapaper outwitted me course, the words I aid to the of and the reporter | t hold good caving O18 care to nee know nothing | more that would serve as a front) article for the Herald. Very} ely yours | MAITLAND TAIT. Now, do you know what happens when g woman receives such a let ter af this? Well, first she blames) her eyesight. Then she carries it Joff into some dark corner where|after a vain attempt she hopes she can see better, for! the strong glare of day seems to| cushion and turned my face away! make matters worse, If there's an| attic near, so much the better! | But there was no available attic | }to the Herald office, so 1 walked) voice. into the society editor's private! room and slammed the door. | But the second reading disclosed | few details that had not been sent over the wires at the first report. | Likewise the third, fourth and fifth, | After that I lost count, and when I regained consciousness there was a heavy knock at the door—a knock in the possessive case. 1 rose wearlly and admitted the rightful ner. ow . race,” she commenced ex citedly, “the old ma king for you--Captain Macau’ He wants you to come down to his den at once for an interview. How does it feel to be the biggest thing on/ the Herald—for a day?” 1 put my hand up to my fore head, “It feels like—" “Then try to look like it,” she suggested. “Why, you look posi- tively seasick today.” I didn’t stop to explain my bear- ing false witness, but dashed past her to the head of the stairs. Cap- tain Macauley’s office was on a lower floor, and by the time I had gone leteurely down the steps I had} quieted my eyelids somewhat. | Well, Grace,” the old man laughed, lifting his shaggy head from the front page of the day's Herald, as I entered. “Sit down Sit down—I want to talk with you. But for a moment he failed to He looked me over quizzical- ly, then turned to his desk and drew a yellow envelope from a pigeon- hola It was a telegram, I opened it wonderingly. “Pauline Calhoun met with @ ser fons motorcar accident yesterday and will be compelled to cancel her) contract with you,” I read. I looked) at the old man | “To go abroad this summer for the H. I asked. “We've advertised her going,” he said mournfully. “The thing Is, we've got to send somebody abroad) next week.” “Oh!” “And Hudson and I have been discussing you. This job you roped in last night was more than we'd given you credit for, and—so—well, can't you speak?” 1 couldn't speak. “And Hudson suggested, since you showed Inst night that you were keen on getting the news of the hour, that you'd likely succeed in a new line in England. We've! been surfeited on Westminster Abbey and the lake, so we want news! Coal strikes and suffra- T said slowly along and begin get- "he said. “You'll sail a Fueheaenidtaganeatigaas pactaneaanaaad |New York friends had h | mystifying |them with hearty thanks, and the, time I spent wondering over them) ono Bria ecdol ARM asic? Bia tdamascetaatacoaal ti A Week peevevereverrr rites CHAPTER X, For days I sat long hours facing strange faces and hearing ® jum rth” hours, bled jargon at deck chairs and miscarried roses. By the way, a strange trick of fate had filled my own bare little stateroom with flowers I way @ trick of fate, because some of them line Calhoun, whose were for proposed journey, but not of ber ae eident, and dressed to me. 1 could understand the Pauline blossoms, but thowe di rected to Miss Grace Christie were very, But I accepted ome kept me from grieving over the fact that the Statue of Liberty was the only person on the horizon whose face 1 had ever seen before. Still, the question could not keep me entirely occupied between meals, and on the very day we nailed I got to feeling very sorry for myself. Thinking to get rid of this by mingling with humanity, 1) went down into the lounge, where 1 was amazed to sorry for themselves. It wax not an inspiring sight, so to read, I curled my arms round a sofa from the world in general. The next communication I received was rather unexpected. I heard a brisk close beside me, exclaim “My word! A great big girl like you crying!” It was an English voice—a wom- an's, or rather a girl's, and as I braced up indignantly I met the bluegray eyes of a fresh-faced young Amazon bent toward my cor ner sympathetically. “I'm not crying,” 1 denied. She turned directly towaré me then, and I surprised smile come over ce “Oh, you! No~—I supposed that you were ill; but the little kid over there 1 saw then that there was a tiny girl tucked further away into the corner, ber shoulders heaving be tween the conflict of pride and grief. . “So you thought I was talking to you?” The English girl turned to m laughingly after the smaller bunch of loneliness had been soothed and sent away, “I was—mistaken— “You're alone?” “Yen—and miserable.” Her blue eyes were very frank and friendly, and I immediately straightened up with a hope that we might discover some mutual in- terest nearer and dearer than the Boston Tea-Party. “You're American—of this English girl asked next. I acquiesced patriotically but mot |to make good. arrogantly. “Yes—I'm American! My name's Grace Christie, and I'm a newspaper woman from—from—” I hesitated, and she looked at me tnqu! the state?” she 6 “Because I haven't told you yet I laughed. “I remember other ex- periences in mentioning my native place to you English. “You always say, ‘Oh, the place where the negro minstrels come from!'” She smiled, and her face bright ened suddenly. “The South! Americans!” she exclaimed. (Continued In Our Next Issue) Hold 2 for Dock Strike Fatalities TACOMA, Aug. 3.—Two indict- ments were returned today by the grand jury in connection with the longshoremen’s strike riot of July 16, when Rangwell Leinann was killed. Those indicted are Frank Roscheck and Ben Knutson. Four “not true” bills were return- ed, exonerating George Dalgetty, C. Carlson, Victor Atora and W, C. Speaks. “I have used KC BAKING POWDER for a great many years A Novel! ‘4 of her| of them were ad find dozens of | lother women sitting around feeling course? |him on s plaid, an’ de poor little ¥. didn't understand the name on td. How nice! I love. COLYUM AFTER PERUSING THAT BRIGP 10,000- WORD SPEECH OF ACCEPTANCE We arrive at the conclusion that the similarity between Charile Hughes and Comptroller Harry Can roll is not limited to the whish brooms they carry on their chins, “ee George Grant, erstwhile supertm tendent of county auto tires, bag been selected for the job of putting the big “IT” in Whitney ee MYSTERIES Hash. Why does a chicken wear bathing cap’ How old was Anne? Why Whitney? . THE JAIL DELIVERY” > ao | WHAT DID SHE MEAN? Miss Bright (to ber small broth er)——Willie, put Mr. Borleigh's hat |down; you might damage it—be |sides, he will want it ina fow mix utes. ee “What's become ob dat little chameleon Mandy had?” inquired — Rufus. “Ob, de fool chile done lost him,” — replied Zeke, “She wuz playin’ wit — him one day, puttin’ him on red to see bim turn red, an’ on blue to see him turn blue, an’ on green to 800 him turn green, an’ so on, Den de | |fool gal, not satisfied wif lettin’ well enough alone, went an’ put thing went an’ bust himself t The minister was dining ia the Fullere, and he was de nouncing the new styles of dancing. Turning te the daugh- ter of the house, he asked, sterniy: “Do you yourself, Mise Full er, think these dances are girls who don't dance them are always left.” cee KNUTTY KNOWLEDGE Hats off! Did you ever stop to think (wrestlers and ; are exempted from this of what use a pig's tail ie to him? It looks like a pretzel, minus the salt. It's almost as stationary as @ policeman. He can't chase flies with it, like a cow. | Ien't it too bad a cow isn't equipped with a tall like a pig? | Milking would then be just like an \investigation—nothing to it. | This ought to take your mind off | the hot weather, trying to figure out what use a pig's tail is to " |except ag an ornament to break ‘the monotony of his figure. above that of a sonator, and it is| An auxiliary control for automo. and have yet to experience a failure in baking with it. I believe in the “‘safety first’’ idea and am sure of best results when I use K C, “Yes, I have used others, higher priced powders too, but have always gone back to the old reliable,” KG Bakinc PowberR is always sure to give satisfactory results. For good, wholesome foods use K C—insist on getting it. 5 Ounces for 2 5 c (ore than a pound and a@ half for a quarter) of a car, by pressing a button, to stop it in an emergency,