The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 5, 1916, Page 4

THE SEATTLE STA MEMBER OF SCHIPVS NORTHWEST LEAGUE OF NEWSrArEn . Postotfice as Seoond ponth wp ; @ mos $1.00; year $3.50 er, olty th cs Country Registration countr? voter will have more difficulty to get his) Vote counted this year than ever before. | This is duc to the so-called Whitney registration law | Heretofore country voters did not have to register. This they do. The evil feature of the new law, however, lies in the fact it the registration officers are not obliged to keep any reg~ hours to accommodate the country registration s, many registration officials in the country happen io be a Hinky Dink type of politician such as would-be boss) M. Whitney caters to. The county commissioners ap-| the country registration officials, and Lafe Hamilton,| course, is hand in glove with Whitney. With this line-up, the registration officials have in many} in found it inconvenient to be at home when some] pendent voter wanted to register lany voters will therefore be jobbed out of their fran this fall UNLESS THEY CAMP ON THE TRAIL THE REGISTRATION OFFICIALS. Unless you register by September, you lose your vote in imaries. In the city, you need not register again if you have ed in the city election last March. If you failed to vote} you must register again. Dead But Doesn’t Know It > ICHARD A. BALLINGER, who, you remember, was “whitewashed” out of the office of secretary of the in- rior because he didn’t play square with the trust reposed A him by the people of the United States, bitterly assailed he direct primary system in a speech he made yesterday (the Young Men's Republican club. He longed for the pots of Egypt, as it were. He wanted the old conven- ch and rottenness. Tt peeves Ballinger—aye, it grieves him to his heart's hat the common man, average clay, or, as he disdain expressed it, “the man who does nothing but breathe eat,” should have a voice in nominating officers. That, ding to Ballinger, should be left to the higher-ups like if and Lafe Hamilton, and Boss Whitney. ‘The political grave swallowed Ballinger when he was) shed,” and his utterances yesterday showed he is da” but doesn’t know it. nd ducated “Criminals” Might Not Be F ANSAS penitentiary has just given diplomas to 31 gradu- ates who had taken a college course in agriculture. mcement exercises were held in the prison. This is the first event of the kind in'the history of the The work done by the prisoners was the same as that ch the Kansas agricultural college offers to its home cor- ondence students. One hundred prisoners availed them- es of the chance to study. The 31 graduates were stu its in steam and electrical engineering, carpentry, black- thing, agriculture and motor engineering. " Some of the graduates will not be released from prison several years, but the state has already found employ- for those whose terms have nearly expired | The existence of this unique body of college graduates tates a pronounced improvement in modern reform work criminals. | Not even the most enthusiastic reformer can prove that jon produces good character. But education does cre- ambitions in any man. It proves the futility of crime to many forms of law breaking. © Governments now spend more money on their prisons in on their schools. The success of the Kansas experiment Jan instructive exhibition of the eagerness with which even finals will seize an opportunity to fit themselves for dig- and responsible places in the community. Perhaps} day society will know enough to pay for preventing} rather than for punishing criminals. hat Secrecy Does to a Nation’s Income -T THE beginning of the European war the wealth of} Great Britain was estimated at $90,000,000,000, and the annual income of her people at $12,000,000,000. Now same semi-official authorities, in spite of the ravages of| far, place the wealth of Great Britain at $133,000,000,000, ynd the income of her people at $20,000,000,000. | The reason for this enormous increase in the estimates is} simple. Before the war the British millionaires were) sealing their wealth and dodging their income taxes in the) way that our own millionaires are dodging the United) income tax. Now Great Britain has been forced by necessities to see that every shilling of the taxes is paid d her citizens, seeing her dire need, are also paying their more willingly than ever before. In this way billions it have hitherto been concealed are brought to light. These new estimates of the British wealth and income the absurdity of the official estimates that have been of the wealth and income of the people of the United The United States census placed the national wealth at 5187,000,000,000 in 1912, and Secretary of the Treasury Mc- doo places the national income at only $20,000,000,000. It is upon this estimate that he bases his contention Manly’s charge that the United States income tax is ” being evaded to the extent of more than $300,000,000 a year. | The absurdity of McAdoo’s estimate is apparent as soon as it is remembered that the United States has more than twice ‘the population and nearly 40 times the area of Great Britain! "To clinch the argument, the income of the United States from agriculture is FIVE times as great as that of Great Britain, from mining TWICE as great, from manufactures E times as great, from railroads FOUR times as great. — ol j]—_— a Th whistling man inside left off i. res a man self-supporting and thus removes the tempta-|° WE ARE DANGEROUS PESTS We destroy annually militc many of the dreaded dim property of the world ful purpore, and are a €or OUR DOOM 18 SPEEDY AND CERTAIN WHERE Stearns’ Electric Rat and Roach Paste The National Wxterminater is used as it has been for over 87 years Resdy for use Directions tn 16 Innguages, U. 8. GOVERNMENT BUYS IT, Hold everywhere 256 and 41.00 STEARNS ELECTRIC PASTE CO., CHICAGO, IL. Week ext STAR—SATURD. “Prudence of irene" “AMAZING GRAC BY ETHEL HUESTON RR ATT (Continued from Our Last Issue his musiomthen I heard hin footsteps tramping impatiently across the bare wooden floor, He finally came to the door and looked out, 1 glanced up, and our eyes met! “Well?” he sald, He stood perfectly still for half a minute it seomed—making no effort toward a civillzed greeting. “Well!” I responded—as soon as I could. “This ts queer, tan’t it?” I looked at him “Queer 1 managed to repeat. “Most extraordinary!” “1 should—I think I should like to sit down!" I decided, as he con- tinued to stand staring at me, and 1 suddenly realized that I was very tired He moved anide, “By all means! Come fn and ait down, Miss Christie, This station fellow here tells me that you have been disappointed tn your train,” " I answered. After thia, conversation flagged until the stlence made me nervors. “I should think we ought to be asking each other suggested. “Questions and how long we ind what travelers usually “Why should [ ask that—when I bappen to know?” he inqutred Yo know—what?” “That you came over on the Luxurta.” “Yes?” nd that the Oldburgh. Herald sent yout write up the coal strike.” “Will you please explain how you knew all this?” I asked, “Mrs. Hiram Walker wrote her son to call on me while | was tn System back—the old conventions with their filth and| New York,” he explained in his ser fous lawyerlike manner, “and he happened to leave a copy of bh Herald in my rooms.” That was quite simple, wasn't it?” Quite!” It occurred to me then that there Was no use trying to keep fate's name out of this conversation—and also it came to me that the flower were no longer a mystery—but be fore I could make up my mind to mention this he turned to me fo rociously. “You df make a foo! out of me!” he accused. My heart began thon “What do you mean but he cut me short. ng again 1 began “Tt is this that I can not get over! | The thought has come to me tha perhaps if I hear you acknowledge . I might be able to forgive you better.” Forgive me?” He leaned toward me. “If you don’t mind, I should like to bear you say: ‘Maitland Tait, 1 did make a fool of you!'” “But I didn’t!” I dented stoutly “Tll say what I do think, however, {f you wish to hear it!” “And that is—T" “Maitland Tait, you made a fool of yourself!” “Oh, T kno ho replied do? © when, please? . L knew it before I crosse 6 River!” he acknowledge: seeming to take some pride in the fact. “I—1 intended to apologize or something—when I got to Pitts burg, Dut when I reached New York n my way here, I saw that you were coming to England, too—" “So you thought the matter could easily walt—1 see!” I observed, then, to change the subject, I asked: “Have you been here long?” "Two weeks! I knew that I should news of you tn this neighborhood, sooner or later.” I instantly smiled, “I have come here for my first Sunday, you see, but—" “But you haven't been to abbey yet, have you?” he asked The boyish anxiety in his tone gave me a thrill. Something In the thought of his remembering my ro mantic whim touched me. No. I have just come from there—the lodge—but the old wom. an atthe gates wouldn't let me in.” He looked interested. “No? But get the just died be a terrible breach of etiquette to 1 explained, “It would go sight-seeing over the mourning acres Maitland Tait's lips closed firm ly jonsense! I'll venture that's just a servant's whim.” He slipped out his watch. “Shall I go over and try to beg or bribe permission for you? I'm not easily daunted by their refusals, and—I'll have a little time to spare this morning, if you care to put your marooned period to such a use.” “Il am marooned,” I told him, “and I should ike this, of course, sbove anything else that England has to offer, but Then, after his precipitate fash fon, he waited for no more. He paused at the edge of the platform for a low-toned colloquy with Col- lins—I could easily distinguish now that the liverled creature was Col lins—and the two disagpeared down the track. After the briefest delay he returned “What can't be cured must be ignored,” he said with a shrug, as he came up. “The poor old woman regards us ag very !mplous and- American, but I,made everything all right with her.” “But how—?" I started to inquire, also at the same moment starting |down the track toward the lodge| house, when he stopped question and my prog “Let us walt here—I have sent Collins to gat a car for us from the garage not far away.” He led the way out to a drive, sheltered with trees. “Is this yoUF car?” I presently asked, as the servant driving a gleaming black machine drew up in front of us. “I hadn't imagined that you would have your own car down in the country with you.” “I've had experience with these trains,” he explained briefly, then he looked the car over with & mas terful eye. ‘Yes, it's mine,” and he helped me tn, . both my ons At the second lodge one—I pinched myself the grand I had to, |to seo whether I was awake, Mait. ora questions!” 1) the | STIR A Bi Popo } land Tait, watching me closely, saw/ the act | “You're quite awake,” he assured me gravely car was gliding over a bridge, noath was a silvery, glint fairyland the car and let you of your shoe in the} my guide ask | “I shan't be able to believe it's! just water—unless you do,” I ex-| plained. | The car obediently let us out,| then steamed softly away, up the road and out of sight Mr. Tait held out hin hand to me and helped mo down the steep little river bank finally drew me away, with the sug gestion of further delights, | caueht sight of a tiny fish, ly whitely upward In a tangle of weeds “How could die” I asked ournfully, as wo walked away, “It |seems so unappreciative.” * Tho man beside me laughed Things—even the most beautiful 4 on earth—don't keep people} or fish all he sald, “They lean't even make people want to atay |allve—if this is all they, have, and after all, the river is just a thing—| and the park Is a thing-—and the house is a th! 7 | Wo had walked on rapidly, and at that moment the house itself be came apparent. 1 clutched his arm. “A thing!” I denied, looking at| it in a dazed fashior “Why, it the House of a Hundred Dreams it’s all the dreams of April morn ings—and Christmas nights—and And what?" he asked gravely “Why, it's Religion—and Art— and Love—and Comfort!” He looked at it wonderingly What he saw was a tangle of gravel walks, drawing away from grassy places and coming up sharply against the house. Such a house! A church—a tomb—a fluttering curtained Hving-hall—all stretched out in one long chain of battle mented stone. Where the church began and the living-hall ended no one could say, for there were t everywhere. "The lower part of the abbey Is | th | in good condition, it seems,” my| conductor remarked, as we ap proached. “Good condition!” I erled. “Why, those doorways ar Sunday mornin High above the doors was a great open space of a missiig window; | then, over this, smaller spaces for smaller windows; and—in a niched| pinnacle—the Virgin. NUXATED IRON as realistic as talln as per full ation in jar ‘rticle soon to ap- +r in this paper Auk your doctor or druggist about it | Owl vrug Co, Bartell Drug Co end Swifts Pharmacy always carry it in stock. IT’S YOUR KIDNEYS You have swollen feet and hands! Stiff, achy joints! Sharp-shooting. rheumatic pains torture you, You ng back, pain in the lower difficulty when urinating! 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HERS FOR Some Time, the endure all this ked, my volee hushed “tow beauty?” I a with awe "She's endu turles, it see But then “Why, she hasn't even seen it not once!” I cried, for | saw then that she was not looking up, but jow at the burden in her arms. lustinctively Maitland Tait bared his head as Wo crossed the threshold “Shall wo try to find a way thru d it for mapy cen * be answered. we came closer there into the gardens?” he asked. | CHAPTER XII House of a Hundred Dreams The shadows inside the roofless old abbey were warm and friendly “This quietude makes you feel 1 dabbied the too of] that nothing really matters, doesn’t | my shoe in the water and as he/itt 1 asked, looking around with | Mo & fort of awed delight. } Tho man at my sido was less | Ware have ful serape awed “Bhall we go on to the gardens? he asked We left the sanctuary. Then turning @ corner of the old stone wall we came full upon a side of the house which was receiving shamelessly the biggest sun-kies | had ever seen. But then, it was | the biggest house I had ever seen “Come and tell me about the plants, if you can!” I begged Which {s rosemary, and which is rue?” Wo walked down a fi rteps, and came upon pathwa “This is rosemary,” he sald, “and here, by the sun-dial, is rue.” Then, even when I realized that this was the place where Lady Frances Webb had spent her wear isome days, to keep from hearing the clock chime in the hall, I could not be sad. “She could gather the rue while the sundial told, all silently, of the day's wearing on,” I said He looked at me uncertainly “Did whe say that in her letters” he asked “Yes. Sh away, you #e ing else in lif And longed for the days to pass silently?” “She stayed out here as much as she could—to keep from hearing the clock tn the hall,” I told him. “The sound of the ticking reminded her of her heart's wearying beats.” “Of their hearts’ wearying beat ht of worn prim gravel sent her lover there was noth had and you mean,” he exclaimed, and quick look of pain which darte into his face showed me that he comprehended Then, for the first time, I began to grasp what a lov he would mak Before this time I had been absorbed with thoughts of him as a beloved. Suddenly my hat began to feel intolerably heavy, and my gloves intolerably hot I tampered fumb- lingly with the pearl clasp at my left wrist, and drew that glove off | first. Maitland Tait was watchir He saw my hand—my bare s bAnd ace he said Yes?" Does this mean that you're A discreet cough interrupted for a moment. Collins was coming to ward us, from the ruins of the old abbey. Maitland Tait looked up and saw him coming, but he did not stop. On the other hand, the sight of his servant seemed to 1 him into a hasty precipitation trace, will you marry me?” he c asked ‘Of course!” I managed to say, but not too energetic: muscles of my throat were giving me trouble again “Soon?” he asked hungrily. I felt very reckless and can, Ameri- efore the shadows pass round this dial again, if you insist,” 1 smiled Hut his eyes were very grave, “Without knowing anything more about me than you know now?" “Why, I know everything about you,” I replied, In some astonish ment, “Il know that you are the biggest and the dearest—" “You know nothing about me,” he interrupted softly, “except what I have told vou, Tam a teria | com lly, for the! stopped “In jhe said yours! The sun-dial is yours!” And we are going to look over “And the girl is mine!” he sald.) them together—you and I are going with a grave smile. “I am careless|to read these love letters—before of all the other.” |we burn them?” I asked, quick Joy His gravity sobered my wild| making my voice tremulous. | splrita, For & moment there was silenc And your fether was—Lord Er®|in the old room, then he turned kine?’ I finally asked away from the secretary, and came Ho was—Lord Erskine,” he} very close answered. “He married out of bis hy burn them—now?" he station—far, far above his station, | asked Why burn them now, dart 1 think ing? Why not—hand—them—, Hix big beautiful mouth set] down?” grimly, but he sald nothing more,| Then—in that instant--I knew and | knew that this was as heay- | what life was gofng to mean to me fly as he would ever tread upor THE END. the ashes of the dead adually, | 5 bit by bit, I learned the history of | (~~~ =e cin { the muddy pool of mist fault, out of which the tender bios-| Our Junior 5 roms of his boyhood had been|; 4 dragged, Hin father had never! family pride had caused bim to pro: | Winer vide mater The combination of a good educ tion and ruxged plebeian industry | had made him what he was. “But why didn’t you tell me aint From casual surveys bat day when you firs to the other day she got a letter| streets and hotel porches, one me and we talked is from her sister that lives in england|Cconvinced that the forthcoming place—why didn't you te iat & when ma went out in the kitchen | style show will be one-fourth sty “ yur ancestral home’ mary, that is her name, was crying | and three-fourths show. W because I had made up My! to beet a bunch of babies | 14 ° nd to marry you!” he said. Y what Is the matter, my ma says “Look here,” said the head of the told me that this old place was alto mary firm, addressing the new sort of dreamland of pours—and | & mary says | gotter Jetter from | rapher, “this letter is wrong. Your ‘idn't want to complicate matters./my sister in england and she rites| punctuation is very bad and your I wanted your love for me to be @ apout a zeppenlin rade on the town | spelling {s worse. I can’t afford to reality.” where she lives & the bumbs busted|send out any such stuff to my “Well, it—1t is!” I confessed up the house where she worked &| clients.” “Well,” she replied, “I'm | h But was still “Mrs morrow | about tor | form? | “Why. | | | | you, to the respectful distance he} your tralo wa My Lord,” he sald, but stammer-) ingly, a# a man halts over a newly nequired language Carr wishes to have lunch served In the oak room or in the the onk standing beside me answered read And I had to come into The park is yours! After a loug while—that {s, the| neeriey killed all the peepel in the sundial said it was a long while— is sudden s) that I should be compelled to waste | precious morning hours pacing up jand down a of thought at Bannerley came over me “ft must get some word to Mra. gomery!” T said thinking that my rash American got me into some dread I'm afraid.” the serene man at my side serene Montgomery knows every except that we are going to rr he smiled | staying with them, and they told me and I told th and we had rather a satisfac adjustment of neighborly re. | lations.” 1 looked at him fn awe. course,” By 99 Kate Trimble Sharber Yopyright, 1914, by ‘The Bobbe Merrill Ce —e preveveverivrssrirereerrit rt man IEEE Tiewesesebedadededed man! My grandfather was a coal-yimperturbably. “Mrs, Montgomery digger in Wale |went me over to meet you col UM I wan silent Then why didn’t you meet me” Yet, you are willing to marry |1 asked, With the horror of shocking ane mo?” he asked English propriety overwhelming me PH iphone oat ivtes tthe be ‘Of course! Coal ts—very warm-|"Come! We must go to Bannerley | 770" Cale’ One . ing,” 1 answered | at one . : fs her ae He rove and followed me toward ey h ‘DEAR FRIED D” Collins descended the flight of|the main garden path, Then he a ome 3 |atone steps ond came slowly atone | pointed the way to the house door wae * bat . the gravel walk, When he had) I've had Collins telephone that |*O?® Bet y very, very late,” he explained, “She'll not be surprised | too inquisitive She even uggested this morning that if you} ™ shouldn't get in until evening—the| drive to Bannerley is very fine by | moonlight.” Theodosia nor tanh? Theodore in his head was a clg was going out “My Lord, Mra. you will know If | man) In @e late afternoon the ch |dusk sent ttle forerunners ahead room,” the fly enough A cheery fire was kindled in the va The servant breathed the in-|room which had once been the Ii pene HUMrHne SWIMMING levitable “Thank you,” and turned! brary of Lady Frances Webb. eM away This was Lady Frances’ own 1 seemed suddenly to feel that! desk, they tell me,” Maitland said Mrs. Rankin = “ the golden sea of sunlight was/ax he was showing the ancient potion to Masog ae ness, you sweeping me away treasures to me. “This was where aa A He posirrg “My Lord?” 1 demanded, as soon | all her famous books were written.” Peroni re as! could speab ° I crossed the room to where the 4 me Maitland Tait nodded reassur-|iittle locked secretary stood Mrs, Rankin — “When she | “And she wrote those letters| wants to scrub her front porch My father died two weeks ago,” | 1 gald in @ hushed voice,| She fastens a couple of brushes on the feet of her Do you suppose she has some of} the title.” letters locked away some-| And this place {s yours!” I sang | 0 roller ekating out, feeling that all the years of fitting the key to its} 8¥d® st he my life I had been destiny’s lox y fully child “This old abbey is yours! of them! All the letters The garden 1#| written her by-—Uncle James.” toosdy—maybe them zep-| is a bad thing and int, and the hired gurl | what works at our house says they bounty for his child house well, that aint so bad, my ma tells her, so dont ery, for you ought to |be glad that your sister wasent killed { know that, mary said, but now she is going to be married to 1 of should we each the 2 handsome polisemen what | most? reskued her from the house | Voice from you shouldent cry about that, my |Tubber neck, mister. tells her, for now she has a 7" s of her own & someboddy to| Lady—I'm worried rT complexion, doctor. 1t crying about her, mary | face! says, | am crying about myself how do you make that out, my/ ma ast her well if 1 hadent come over heer i mite have been in that house with her when the bumbs blowed {t up of my waiting “They will ma when did you say, to “I've been i m about Lady—I |you think? “Did you chance to know that I] ¢ the other poliseman was singel would take a bad train and be deo mary Fons s0 you can see! With the pink spots out of the win- jlayed here this morning at sun-| what { missed by coming over to|40¥?” rise?” I asked Did you know | Hosier—“Yes, sir. this country johny sir.” Why wear yourself out looking Cholly—"Thanks, for a vacant house? In Star Want) Ads, you he answered! ones listed. railway station plat- T pass, THE UNIVERSAL CAR New Prices August 1, 1916 The following prices for Ford cars will be effective on and after August rst, 1916 $325.00 345.00 360.00 505.00 595.00 645.00 Chassis . . . Runabout. . Touring Car. Coupelet . . Town Car. . Sedan Nee abi aes © f. o. b. Detroit These prices are positively guaranteed agai i i F gainst any reduction befor 1917, but there is no guarantee against an advance in price at pay * Seattle Branch, 728 Fairview, Corner Valley Now that he has be as ¢ Lee wouldn't ke ft. CANDID OPINION What do you think of The only thing he had ret, and that GREETINGS, ANYBODY OFFER ANYTHING YET FOR THAT VAL. UABLE PIECE OF LAND KNOWN Willie and lets him pretend he in the soap ~(3 \T COMING To THis? . GOING TO THE SHOW? sorry if my work don't suit you, but was you expecting to get a Mrs. Noah H. Webster for $13 a weekT* ee Orator—My friends, if we were each of us to turm and look our selves squarely in the face, what find we needed crowd—An India Look at my Doctor—You'll have to diet. never thought of that. What color would suit me best, do Cholly (to shopman)— could you take that yellow tie |take anything out of the window, awf'ly! will find many oles | ae thing bothers me every time Good mawning.”