The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 16, 1916, Page 4

MaMDER oF sdnires KonTHWeet LEAGUN oF NEWerarmns Telegraph News Service of the United Press Assectation Entered at Beattie, Wash. Postoffice as Becond-Ciase Matter, ic By mail, out of city, 250 per th @ mon, ¢ mos 61.90; year #1 Ry carrier, cit Cw Dally by The Star Publishing Co. Phone Mata 660 Private ) Scads Rides in a Day Coach (@ LD MAN SCADS had to leave on the train at 11 p. m., i but he didn’t know it till 9:30, a He couldn't get a Pullman berth; and goshawmighty! » how he stormed! i Nothing to it, however. He would have to sit in the day coach till 3 a. m. when there'd be another Pullman he could take a chance on. So Scads plumped himself down into a seat in the day “coach, and scowled at a newspaper savagely. ‘ Then came in a woman with a little boy. She halted by Scads’ seat. “You sit here,” she said to the boy, “and I'll sit in the Seat behind!” Scads di relish the idea of sitting with the youngster. He decided he might as well make the best of it. He got up. “You sit here with your son, madam,” he said. | the other seat.” q The little woman smiled prettily _ gravely. yy Scads almost smiled himself. He seated himself in the next seat back, beside a young Schap with a freckled face, wearing unpressed clothes and a "blue, soft shirt. The young chap grinned frankly “Fine evenin'!" he remarked. “Uh-huh!” Scads grunted. The young fellow wasn’t chilled by the gruff response. “Goin’ far?” he inquired. “I'll take and thanked him might as well be civil. In 10 minutes the young chap was telling Scads about a trip by freight and local thru the wheat country of Canada, In half an hour Scads was trying to explain the game of golf. # In an hour they were engaged in a friendly argument "over the respective merits of capital and labor. Talk was intermittent thru the night. Sometimes Scads At 3:15, as the train was puffing out of a big city yard, the two were engrossed in their respective views of the effect ‘Of peace on American industry The Pullman porter came » shoulder. 4 “Your berth is ready, boss!” he said “All right, George; you sleep in it yourself!” said Scads, and went on talking. in and touched Scads on the c Playwright Austin Adams has become interested in a nature theatre near San Diego. If Austin ever a nature dance, you'll see us headed for San with the price of admission in our wallet. Go for Them, Woodrow Py RESIDENT RIPLEY of the Santa Fe railway, boldly declares that his railway will not comply with the Adam- eight-hour law until ordered to do so by the United States supreme court. © Virtually this is a declaration that corporations will pass on the constitutionality of congressional acts. This may said to be going the limit. If Ripley carries out his threat, he should be arrested the government should seize his law-breaking railway and te it in accord with existing United States laws. The Adamson act is law until it is set aside by the United lates supreme court; and neither corporation nor individual “should be permitted to violate it meanwhile Go for the Santa Fe, Woodrow Wilson! ‘Boys Beat ’Em HERE is the man who just a few years ago snecred at “scientific farming?” i In Imperial Valley, Cal., fast acquiring fame as a won- © derful cotton country, are gathered old cotton growers from "Texas, Mississippi, Alabama and, in fact, from every cotton : ing region under the sun. These men know cotton, by on of long and varied experience, from the seed to the finished bale. Yet two brothers, mere boys, one a graduate of the San Diego high school and later of the Nevada State Agricultural College, have just brought in the first three bales ‘of the 1916 season at Brawley, Imperial Valley. They used “scientific methods.” Z Kawakami, noted Jap writer, says that Japan merely “wants to save China from European greed.” It is an Al excuse. “I'll take you in out of the wet,” said the stork as he gulped down the frog. Too Bad J. P. Isn’t Here j HE dream of the late J. P. Morgan that United Steel would go above par was realized last week on the New York stock exchange. Since the war opened it has advanced $53 per share. The colossal fortune built up during the long arduous business career of the late Morgan has been more than doubled in the past two years. A Few More Like It 6 HE Chair That Whispered By” is the name of a story 4a as announced on a magazine cover. Why not make it a series? We'll offer “The Oak That Clung Past.” “The Moon that Tunneled Out.” “The Flivver That Sped Still.” NEW PANTAGES Nights—7 and 9 Matinees—2 :30 BEGINNING MONDAY AFT 2RNOON Chinese Wonder Workers THE LONG TACK SAM COMPANY In Acrobatics, Juggling and Magic The Famous Acrobatic Dancers and Singers Joe Keno and Rosie Green Other Big Acts—10c and 20c A Novel “THE SMUGGLER” 66 AN O *S A Week ELLA MIDDLETON TYsouT P D RA innninnnninnn §=— Tiina (Continued From Our Last lseue) CHAPTER IX, History Repeats UT Octavia did not go to her Descending the broad steps, she moved along the terrace, then thru her own garden, Pushing open the little door, she passed oo to the cloistered arches. At last, from beneath the yet darker archway, she stepped forth into the Garden of the Sleeping Beauty, now illumined by a large, }round moon, just appearing above the balustrade. Ethan Lovejoy, with a cry of Welcome, sprang up from the Kosyie Benche and came toward her. Into his arma she walked, When, after a reasonable lapse of time, Octavia began gently to disengage herself, there followed, | letsurely, ta no haste, a touching of lips; he with both hands hold. ing the moonlit face. Gently, by a supporting arm, Oc tavia was led to the Kosyle Benche, And when they were com fortably adj there ensued a | stlence of perfect content Then Octavia's nerves, vpheid hy | force of will, gave way.’ Her head fol against his shoulder, And sh wont |, With overwrought nerves and breaking voleo, Octavia began the etory of the tllomened interview in the library between Auntie | George, the Duchess of Linamere, and herself | A sound not far away brought | Ethan to his feet. The tall, grim figure of Octavia’s grandfather was |coming toward them. And his walk | "as of one in haste. Octavia also Scads took a look into the smiling eyes, and saw he/rose, and clutched Ethan's aleeve.!conter of a surprising group The approaching man, hard visaged and grimmer than ever in the moon light, was more threatening, more jsavagely vindictive than Octavia |had known him. Within arm's length of the lovers he came, stopped, and with a swift, peremptory ture beckoned his granddaughter to his sido, Instead of obeying the command she shrunk back, instinctively, and clung yot Ughter to Ethan's arm. This de fiance of his aut y so inflamed & passion alrea eyond control, }that he raised his arm, took a for ward step and with a sudden, un jexpected movernent brought down jhe fist, well almed for Octavia’s jhead. So quickly waa it done that jit reached its mark; but its force was weakened by another blow, equally rapid, that landed on his Jown chest. And {it came with a vigor that sent the Earl of Drum | worth reeling backward, backward and still further backward. Back among the flowers stagkered | always striving, but in vain, to re jcover his equilibrium. At last a | rose ‘bush caught a foot, and held jit. Then he tumbled, always back ward, bis head, as he fell, striking the pedestal of the dancing cupid Octavia laid a trembling hand on Ethan's arm, peered up into his jeyes and whispered: “Are you hurt?” “No, | accounta he But I have that—that up ble feeling we spoke of last year, in the old ball. and on this bench, of passing thru the same experience at some other period of my lite. Only now— And he closed his eyes as if to | collect his thoughts. "Only now is so strong, so astoundingly rea! an almost positive knowledge that I have done this = before, here in the n this very ga d&. Io ving {t all over again—a | Ho sp in a low tone, as if In awe hru Octa * brain Nash ed the m his mother’s and hin fa venture on this |very spot enture absolutely similar in every detail. After the departure of Octavia and her grandfather there was tolemn conversation in the Mbrary between Auntie George and the Duchess of Linsmere The two ladies ha a half-hour or mor excited communion the hall brought a!) been sitting Out into the hall hastened two ladies. The saw the Earl Drumworth, supported by another man, entering slowly from the ter |race. Upon this man he was lean jing heavily, with half-closed eyes |Into the library they led him, and |placed him in his own arm chair | Then, he raised his head | until It rested against the high back of the chair, The old eart’s eyes, with returning senses, moved drowsily over the group about him until they rested on Ethan's face. I slow! This hostile glance, overflowing with hate and vindictive promise was followed by rapid motions o his fingers. “What does he say?” Ethan asked “He tells you, sir, that the son of such a mother has no place in this house,” said Auntie George. “My mother?” “You certainly can comprehend |why any reminder of your mother In this family is—offensive.” “Offensive!” “Do you wish us to belleve that you know nothing of your own mother?” “On the contrary, I know much about my own mother. I know there is no better woman in the world,” At these words Auntie George ac tually quivered with anger, “In deed! Then it is your opinion that wives who desert their lawful hus. bands to run away with their lovers are the best of women?” These words awakened a memory in Ethan, After his father death he had found, among some business papers, a letter from Bridgewater King. The writer had alluded to some man—the name not given from whom his mother had fled be cause of a brutal act Altho Auntie George's manner was even more stinging than her words Ethan answered calmly “Your opinion of my mother was neither asked nor desired. I hap pen to know that she escaped from @ murderous brute, obtained a di vorce in America and married good man.” | “A murderous brute!” Auntie George. The Earl of Drumworth brought down @ fist upon the table, But Ethan observed him not. His eye were on Auntle George as he in \quired a repeated | “If a man who can strike a wom. an to the floor, then kick her face an she lies at hin feet—tft he ts not & murderous brute, what te het What better name can you~or any body else-—-suggest Auntie George's face was white aa she answered “Bravely spoken, sir! T ike your |courage; the courage to Insult « | man older than yourself in his own home, in the presence of his fam ily.” “When have I ever done sot” “Perhaps you will tell us next*— with a gesture toward the Earl of Drumworth-—"that you do not know this gentléman fs? ‘ertainly I do.” “Quite a confession! But you had no suspicion, of course, that your mother was once his wife?" | The surprise that came into Eth an's face was real. Astounded and }in silence he stared blankly at the JOHNSON, WAS | D old earl | “So, youare the-—-gentleman!”| OR a gl ga «J | The words were few; but the! = |manner of thetr utterance, vibrant} | REPAIRING }with unspeakable contempt, waa) RIGHT HERE | more Insulting, far, than volumes of | abuse. | The earl's fingers moved “He tells you |house and atr, enter to leave thi it again,’ never ethan was about to depart ial Auntto George spoke again ! “Kindly wait a moment, str.| There is a gentleman in the hall) who desires a word with you,” | Tht lady's expectant ears had| been the first to hear an approach. | ing motor and the closing of an out er door, Her words were followed by a atlence WECC, WHEN You GET THROUGH USING THINGS PUT THE BACK WHERE THE den stepped in: | to the room, he found himself the| | “What's the matter?” he inquired. | “Is there a death in the family?” | Hie father at this point rapped sharply on the table for attention, then pointed a quivering finger at | Ethan Lovejoy. For Ethan, tn atep-| ping backward from ¢ joorway, | | Was now rtanding almost behind | (me new arrival. When the avenging parent turned | and saw the man behind him, his face lit up with the smile that often _ CONTINUED FROM PAGE 1 |MAN-WOMAN SERVES THREE YEARS OF | PRISON TERM AMONG MALE CONVICTS ee en's ward,” she said, as I interviewed her at the prison, “T have lived three years of horror in this prison among male convicts and they have made my life a hell | “I cannot describe the long days of labor among them in the jute mill and the prison yard or the insults offered me | as we line up and march in and out of the prison | “L experience the keenest suffering and humiliation when bathing time comes. The prison officials have at last allowed me to disrobe and bathe in a little booth at one end of the great bathroom, where from 1,500 to 1,800 men convicts take ir baths. “They have also given me permission to have a cell of my own, so that I am not compelled to sleep in the same cell with a man convict. Before those privileges were granted me my life was even a greater hell than it is now.” “Artie” Baker's story reads like romance torn from the pages of fiction. a little lowa farming town, 40 years ago. | Her mother did not know her sex because of her de jformity until she was 11 years old, and up to that time dressed her as a boy. Then a family physician was con- sulted and he told the mother that the child was a girl “My mother did not dare face the ridicule of the neigh bors by putting me in dresses after I had worn boy’s cloth ing,” the woman prisoner told me. “So, despite the physi- |cian’s verdict, I went on living my lie to the world, as a | boy instead of a girl | “The instincts of a woman were so strong in me, how- ever, that I began to excite comment among the neighbors. The children called me ‘ 14 “In 1904 one of was about to become brothers into trouble mother | prison, the girl from disgrace and at the same time to quiet the gossip of the neigt the girl and became the ‘father’ of my brother's child “This marriage occurred in Harlan, Ia., 1 soon after- ward, in pursuance of my agreement, I separated from the girl. After that I left home and taught school as a man in Towa, Kansas and Colorado. “I w driven from my schools in all of those states when the superintendents learned that I was a woman. 1 went to Los Angeles and attended the revival meetings then being conducted by ‘Gypsy’ Smith, the evangelist “One day ‘Gypsy’ Smith, with a Rev. Emmett, took me to a room in the Alexandria hotel of that city and in the presence of Dr. Ethel Leonard accused me of being a woman “I broke down and confessed. Dr. Leonard said I would |be a normal woman with a slight operation « Smith then bought me woman's clothes and I wore them to his revival meetings. There I met and fell in love with a young man named Fred Vincent. We became gaged to be married. Rev. Emmett said he would marry us. But before the wedding my health failed and it was postponed. “L made my way to Summerdale, Cal., where my sister was postmistress. 1 was sick and broke. Desperate, I stole a handful of money orders. “I mailed a money order for $100 to a minister in Saw telle, near Los Angeles. In the letter I made believe I was my mother, sending the money to a wayward son in his city whom ‘mother’ hoped had reformed. My letter asked the minister to look me up and if I was trying to do better to give me the $100, “Then I went to Sawtelle, attended the minister’s church, my got A giri as ‘Gypsy’ left my address with him, saying I would become a member of his church. “A day or so later he got my letter and came over and gave me the $100, I worked this scheme all over southern California, cashing something like 800 worth of money orders. I found it easier than working in schools and get ting discharged Jesse S. Roberts, then postal inspector in San Francisco, and now superintendent of the railway mail service, arrested me. “My sex was discovered when the officers searched me. “I was tried and sentenced as a man, but I did not open my lips as to my real sex. I am serving my long sentence as a man, but now I am breaking down under the strain of it | The convicts all know my secret and if I am not freed soon I am going to kill myself.” “Artie” Baker is a frail little woman with bi deep into her head, Her face is lined from years of suffering in prison, Her hair is clipped short like that of a man. But even with this masculine mark about her and her man’s garb, her step is mincing and her manner that of a woman, She is a silent, suffering, pitiful figure among 2,300 con- victs in California's Sing Sing. x eyes sunk She was born, a deformed baby girl, in} To save my brother from| about my effeminacy, I married | I thanked him for the good his sermon had done me and| John BOX” redeemed a rather cold and unre. sponsive face. And he extended a hand in friendly greeting toward the astonished suitor, “Mr. Lovejoy! Pardon me. I did not see you. So you and Octavia have been stealing a march on us. The Earl of Drumworth, to draw his son's attention, brought down apon the table at his side, and with all his energy, & heavy paper cutter, shattering the ivory handle as it |struck, Then, in vehement rage, his fingers twitched. When their action ceased the son moved bis head an if agreeing with the fingers. | “Yes, I know who he ts, And | I have looked bim up. According | to all accounts he ts the most su- | pertor person—after George Wash- |ington—that America has pro- duced. And, after all, we had bet- ter forget the past. Moreover, he | ts well able to—"* | With both hands uplifted the | father stopped him. Again began jthe fingers, And again Ethan |divined the question from its! answer, “I know,” sald Lord Aylesden, and his manner became more ser- jous. “I know all. Your feelings are respected. But I am sure we prefer having the Drumworth Acres and the castle belong to the mother {of Octavia’s husband, rather than to Mr. Levi Goldberg.” Auntie George swallowed—to re cover her voice—and when it came | it seemed hoarse, and weak. “Kind- ly tell us what you mean.” Lord Aylesden spoke slowly. “I mean that Mr, Lovejoy's mother | now holds the mortgage. In other words, she has practically pur chased the Drumworth estate.” At these words four pairs of wondering eyes were turned upon Ethan Lovejoy. His own eyes, also in wonder, rested on the speaker. " said Lord Aylesden, ect that she intends giving it to her son.” CHAPTER X. The Price of a Husband Aunt George was not fond of rep- tiles. Her loathing for ignoble things was positive and unchange- able, So, the next morning, when forced to greet Ethan Lovejoy in the library, to smile, and to shake | hands with him, there was call for | heroism—but she did tt. The Karl of Drumworth did not appear. The two lovers motored to the station with Octavia’s father. After returning to the castle, they starte |along the terrace, toward the Gar- den of the Sleeping Beauty. There w much to be said. And they said it. Behind a hedge in Octavia's little garden Ethan put an arm about her waist, When, from beneath the old arch- way, they stepped forth into the Garden of tho Sleeping Beauty, they stood silent for a moment in |a mild enchantment—as ff re-enter- | ing Arcadia. | Octavia closed her eyes, and with upturned face drew a long, slow breath and murmured, “What a per. fect day!” And as she spoke Ethan d him, approaching intent upon that quaint performance so unavoldable, apparently, with persons in their relation, But Octavia, from a will- ing co-operator with smiling face land yielding body, suddenly became | drew back | am forgetting something.” | “Forgetting what?” | Forgetting that I | we can never marry “You have deceived me in not telling me of your wealth, In pase- ing as a poor draughtsman working for a lving, Is your mother 80 very rich?” “Yes.” “Even for America?” “Even for America. orrid!” said Octavia, gesture of despair, “Just horrid! All the romance fs gone. 1 am making no sacrifice. I give noth- ing.” had decided with a Yothing! Gods of Olympus! You give yourself, and that's a million times more than I or any other man deserves!” Octavia turned away, walked to the Kosyie Benche, and sat down, Copyright, by John A. PE COTTE a dissenter, stiffened, frowned, and | “No, never again! 1} By A. Mitchell ean “Miteheit {He followed, and nat beside her. As the Kouayle Benche was barely wide enough for two, no space war wasted, She folded her hands and leaned back with an air of bappy resignation, “Horrors! Listen!” He listened, Distinctly to their from the cloistered arches, came voices of approaching tourists Octavia frowned {n vexation, and pressed her hand against a c k “Oh, dear! I forgot tt was their day.” Now, Ethan cared little for the visitors, but he sympathized with Octavia. After a glance in the di rection of the coming voices, he did an unaccountable thing-—a thing |never explained, Yielding to a sudden impulse he started toward the gallery at the end of the Hall Octavia and Baseborn followed close behind. He knew nothing of the secret door, Yet, with no hest tation he walked directly to it, to | the fourth panel from the left. He pressed his thumb upon the hidden | spring. Moreover, he did {t rap. | idly and with precision, as if it were a habit. And he failed to reali the singularity of his act until a moment later, when he and Baseborn were sitting on a@ lower step of the narrow huddled close together in the dark Octavia whispered, “Who you of the secret panel?” “Nobody. I didn’t know there was one.” nm solemn undertones they dis ed the marvel, The explanation that seemed to some lasting impression on a par ent's brain—of one or both—might have descended to the son; that in this emergency, altho unimportant, he had obeyed an impulse of his subconscious mind. All aglow with sunshine was the Ol4 Hall; and Ethan, with Octavia, stood for a moment blinking at the light, A sudden thought seized Octavia, “Tell me,” she said, “are Amer {ean husbands expensive?” “To purehare?” “Yes, to purchase.” Ethan closed his eyes in solemn thought. “Much depends on the purchaser, If a repulsive old woman wanted to buy a nice young man the price might be a million dollars.” “And what would be your price?” “To a repulsive old worran?” “No, to me.” “Five or ten cents.” “How much is ten cents?” About five pence.” “Then I surely could buy you for sixpence.” “Oh, any tle!” “Go to Pandora's box, and keep what you find there” Ethan walked over to the statue, pat his band fn the marble casket and drew forth a coin. He studied it, then looked up in surprise. | “Well, ¢id you ever! It’s the shilling you gave me for rowing you across the river the first time l ever saw you! There's the dent I made near the edge. Is this what you picked up in the garden a little | while ago?” | She nodded. “And once again 1 give it; sixpence, the price I pay for you; and the rest, as before, a Up.” The two lovers stood smiling into each others’ faces, like happy chil- jdren. Thru the stained glass of |the great window the sunlight lay } Bently upon them, as in friendly approval. THE END. President Suzzalio, in his annual opening address to the students at the state university, urged them to put no definite limit to theif social and intellectual contacts, but to di- Versify their associations, thelr in- terests. “There will be some students who are snobs and who will spend their time in social circles,” he said, “and there will be others who will spend all of their time with their profess- ors, Others will be so democratic that they will disdain to practice so- celal graces. 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