The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 25, 1916, Page 4

|THE SEATTLE STAR —_— 190T Seventh Ave. Near Unies & Veammeaor scures es NORTHWEST “LBAGU or NEws aArEns Telegraph News Service of the United Press Anwecta ton i tered at Seattle, W By mail, out of city, 880 p month up to Ry carrier, city 25 Published Daily by zee ar Pai ishing Co. Phone Main 600, Private Ing all departments, }) They're Worth While rf HE whole world is entering upon the great age of childhood,” says Eugene Brieux, the dramatist. ; This is true, and it is indication of a tremendous stride “in civilization. A great scientist has recently written a big book wholly devoted to showing that during the past two | decades more attention has been paid to the welfare of chil | @ren than during all preceding history, and he makes a very} " strong case. Previously, the world had been very largely con- cerned about children with reference to war purposes. Some | of the ancient nations even went so far as to destroy all sub- | mormal infants and the rearing of female children was dis couraged. Even in our own times, we read much about the | stocking of European countries with future warriors Yet, He who gave us Christianity and all that Christianity has done for civilization, presented His strongest lessons with childhood as the text. “Mation and organized effort has been directed toward promot- ~ ing the welfare of children. The investment in support of free schools is one of the heaviest we make for the public good pend labor and mother’s pension legislation are radical de- es along the line of progress. The nobility of mother- c , thes ervice to the nation rendered by the mother of a large family of well-raised children are recognized as they have "mot been. In the opinions of thinking people, barrenness is &@ great misfortune, if not a disgrace. To those who have known the serious experiences of this life, it is the children | that are most worth while. We are beginning to feel this | the sisters bade them welcome for Within the past two decades, much of American legis-|; had asked my Uncle Chevet, | hold | nationally, and it is well. At New Orleans they’ve built a fountain pen that holds two ounces of ink, they say. “Holds” is the world for it, we guess. County Budget O other governmental agency in this state has such wide and unchecked control over public moneys as the einer arse council is checked by the mayor's veto, > legislature by the governor's. : The commissioners almost have a free rein in the matter expenditures. The request of the Chamber of Commerce committee, ) therefore, for retrenchment in next year’s budget, is a ‘Meritorious one—in its general terms. Some of the items objected to by the chamber may perly be included in the budget; but, on the other hand, main objections are well taken. There has been a laxness in appropriations by the board the past few years that has reached the limit of endur- Hundreds of thousands of dollars have been wasted— n away to keep up political machines and to feed po- favorites with fat contracts. Roads have been built where they give minimum service, the elimination of dangerous Brade crossings has been because of “lack of money.” ing county’s tax burden is unnecessarily large—and the nber does well to call public attention to the situation. and the . There are so many fronts in Europe, it gets our head whirling watching them. | Teaching ’Em Our Game ‘OW just see what Mr. Hughes is getting for us by going around preaching high protection! The British, that “nation of traders,” is swinging around to high protection | balance of trade against Europe. London Chamber of Commerce demands abrogation of the “most favored nations” treaty with us and the adoption of graded tariffs, which means abandonment of Britain's free trade policies. Mr. Hughes has probably convinced the British that “the foreigner pays the tax,” and, after the war, the British ‘Bre going to be real savage in the matter of getting all they ' can out of the foreigner. Congress has empowered our presi- dent to “retaliate.” This may be fine in theory, only it happens that we have theh big balance of trade, and hence the other fellow can best afford to bear down heavily on _ retaliation. ‘ Most Ripe for a Clean-up T is reported that preparations are complete for a revolu- tion in Panama on Oct. 1, should President Wilson rec- ognize President-elect Valdez. election in Panama was a huge farce. Charges that the elec- tion of Valdez was obtained by fraud and force are well sup- ported. Photographs of administration troops driving oppo- sition voters from the polls are. said to be on file in Wash- ington. Tho repeatedly requested to do so, the state department, for the first time, refused this year to supervise the elections and the “ins” stayed in, by hook and crook. Political chaos reigns in Panama as a consequence. Perhaps the best thing for Uncle Sam to do is to recognize Valdez and let ’em “revolute.” Then go in on the strength of it and have a real house cleaning. Bs WESTERN UNION awake and always ready. “against us, and we're the party who has and must have the From all accounts, the recent} \ BiLsiitiiststeeehssis PiiiiiiiititiiiiiiitetiLutsseettened Next. Week B A Novel “No. 13 Washington 6“ 99 Randall pail. A Novel A Week wes ol BEY poolldy glee ye LEROY 'scoTT AC Mociure & Co | SERRE TTEET ee Sineuaraisuecuensasecaeaaecs Tasuuaneusuanauarieesesessennensvanaaen) —Trnqaewetastetizeset CHAPTER I At the Home of Hugo Chevet | T was early autumn, The air ] was soft, and the sun flickered | thru the laced branches of the trellis, 1 had fled the house to escape the voice of Monsieur sion ur® ink my uncle to accompany him on his journey into the wilderness. T had heard enough to tell me there was treachery on foot against the Stour de la Salle, To be sure, it) |} was nothing to me, a girl knowing naught of such Intrigue, yet T has | hot forgotten the day, three years | before, when this La Salle, with | others of bis company, had halted before the Ursuline convent, and the night I recalled {t all now, and how we watched them embark tn their canoes and disappear, Monsieur La Salle standing bareheaded as he/ waved farewell | Beyond him was the dark face | of one they called De Tonty, and tn] the first boat a mere boy lifted bis| ragked hat. I know not why, but) memory of that lad was clearer) than all those others, His name) was Reno de Artigny. | And in all those years I heard no more. Into the black wilder ness they swept and were lost to those of us at home tn New France. | No doubt there were those who knew—Frontenac, Bigot, those who| ryled over us at Quebec, Once I and he replied tn anger, bidding me my tongue Yet he sald enough so that | knew the Sieur, de la Salle lived dnd had built a fort far away, and was buying furs) of the Indians, It a this that) brought Jealousy and hatred. Once Monsieur Cassion came and stopped with us, and, as I waited on him and Uncle Chevet, I caught words which told me that Fronte- nac was La Salle’s friend, and would listen to no charges brought against him Then Frontenac was recalled to! France, and La Barre was governor. Uncle Chevet was pleased when the ne camo, but he would explain nothing, until a week later. Cas sion came up the river to held con- ference. Then 1 learned that La Barre had already dispatched a party un- der Chevalier de Baugis to take command of La Salle’s Fort St. Louis in the Illinois country. La Salle had returned to Quebec, but Cassion boasted that the new gov ernor would not even give him audience And now Cassion was back again, bearing a message from La Barre, seoking volunteers for some west em voyage of profit, And he brought with him word of the gov. ernor's ball at Quebec, and had won the pledge of Chevet to take me there. I could be gracious to him for that, and what they did waa noth ing to me—all my thought was on the ball. What would you? I was seventeen. The «rape trellis ran down to- ward the river landing. Suddenly & canoe swept inward toward our landing. I could see thore at the paddies, Voyageurs, with gay cloths about their heads; but the one In the stern wore a hat, the brim con cealing his face. I knew not who it could be until he stepped ashore. Then I knew Hat in hand he came toward me. “Mademotaolle,” he said gently, “is 6 of Hugo Chevet, the I looked up, seeing at a glance that he had no remembrance of me. “Yes,” I answered, “If you seek him, rap on the door beyond.” “'Tis not so mach Chevet I seek,” he said, “but one whom I under stood was his guest—Monsteur Francois Cassion.” “The man is here,” I answered quickly, “but you will find him no | friend of Sieur de In Salle.” “Ah!” and he red at me tn tently. “You know me then?” “I knew you once as Monsienr’s friend,” I sald, regretting my tn diacretion. “You knew me once!” he laughed. “Surely that cannot be. for never would [ be likely to forget. I chal lenge you, Mademoiselle, to speak my name.” “The Sieur Rene de Artigny, Mon- | sleur.” “By my faith, the witch is right. Saint Giles! surely ‘tts trae; T have eon thowe eyes before; why, the name is on my tongue, yet falls me. I pray you mercy, Mademoiselle!” “| am Adele la Chesnayne, Mon- sieur.” echoed the words “Adele la Chesnayne! not forgotten; only the magic of three years has made of you a woman. Again and again have [| questioned in Montreal and Que bec, but no one seemed to know. At the convent they — your father fell in Indian skirm! “Yes; ever since then . “have lived here, with my uncle, Hugo Chevet.” “Here!” he looked about. as tho the dreariness of it was first noticed, “Alone? Is there no other | woman?” I shook my head. “I am the housekeeper, Monsieur, There was nothing else for me, Be- sides, I was but a child of fourteen.” “And seventeen, now, Mademoi- selle,” and he took my hand gal- lantly. “Pardon if I have asked questions which bring pain. I can understand much, for in Montre I heard tales of this Hugo Chev “He is rough, a woodsman,” defended, “yet not 1 unkind to me You will speak him fair?” He laughed “No fear of my neglecting all courtesy, for | come beseeching a ltavor. Cassion has been chosen by the governor to bear message to De Baugis in the Illinois country. I seek passage in his company.” “You! I thought you were of the party of Sieur de la Salle?” “LT am,” he answered honestly, “yet Cassion will need a guide, and there is none save myself in all New France who has ever made that journey. ‘Twill be well for jhim to Hsten to my plan And |why not? We do not fight the or- ders of the governor; we obey, and wait. Monsieur de la Salle will tell THE WESTERN UNION TELEGRAPH CO. his story to the King.” He straightened up, facing the door, and I turned, confronting my Tsittttetissr ties |= His face brightened a> his lips) No, I had | STAR.—MONDAY Tat Cives ME AN [DBA — Cer's See How MUCH | WE BOTH WeicH | | uncle as he emerged in advance. questioned brusquely. De Artigny stepped between us,/ smiling in good humor, “My call was upon you, Monsieur Chevet, and not the young lady,” he said. “I merely asked her if I had found the right place, and if Monsieur, the Commissaire Cassion was still your quest.” “And what, may I ask, your business with the Commis/ saire Cassion’” asked the latter, pressing past Che vet. “Lam the Sieur Rene de Artigny.” “Lieutenant of La Salle's?” “Scarcely that, Monsieur, bot a comrade; for three years I have been with his party” “By the aint Cassion ex- claimed. “You sought me, you sald? Well, for what purpose?” “In peace, Monsieur. Because I have served Sieur de la Salle loyal ly te no reason why we should be enemies. We are both the King’s men, and may worl together. a party with instructions for De Baugis at Fort St. Louis. to volunteer as guide.” “You! ‘Twould be treachery.” “Oh, no; our Interests are the same so far as the journey goes. 1 would reach St. Louis; so would you. There is not & man who knows the way as well as I. Four times have I traveled it, and I am not a age, Monsieur—t am o gentleman of France.” “And you pledge your word?” “| pledge my word—to guide you safe to Fort St. Louis. Once there Tam comrade to Stour de la Salle.” “Bah! I care not who you com- rate with, once you serve my pur- pose. I take your offer, and if you play mo false—" “Restrain your threats, Monsteur Cassion. A quarrel will get us no- where. You have my word of honor and the time of departure?” Cassion laughed, as he turned slightly, and bowed to me. “We leave Quebec before dawn Tuesday.” he sald gaily, “The Gov- ernor permits that we remain to his ball. Mademoiselle la Chesnayne does me the honor of being my guest on that occasion.” “I, Monsieur!” I exclaimed tn surprise at his boastful words. “'Twas my uncle who proposed— “Tut, tut, what of that?” he in terrupted, in no way discomposed. “Tt is my request which opens the | golden gates. And you, Monsieur | do Artigny, am I to meet you there also, or perchance later at the boat landing?” “At the ball, Monsieur. ‘Tis three years since I have danced to measure, but it will be a joy to look on. Nor shall I fafl you at the boats; until then, Messieurs,” and he bowed, hat in hand, “and to you, Mademoiselle, adieu.” CHAPTER IT. The Choice of a Husband It was just before dark when Monsieur Cassion left, Chevet did not return house after Monsieur canoe had disappeared He was always bearish enough when wo were alone. I had learned to ignore his moods, so I paid no heed to the scowl with which he surveyed me across the table, until he burst out savagely “And so you know this young cockerel, do you?” “You mean the Sieur de Artig- to the Cassion’s y! Don't play with me! 1 mean Louis de Artigny’s brat. Where before did you ever meet this popinjay?” “At the convent three years ago, La Salle rested there overnight, and young De Artigny was of the party. He was but a boy then.” “He came here today to see you “No, never,” I protested, “y doubt if he even had the memory of me until IT told him who I was, Surely he explained clearly why he came,” “Tig well for you if that true,” he said gruffly, “but I have no faith in the lad’s words. He is here as La Salle’s spy, and so I told Cassion. De Artigny—bah! 1 hate the brood. Listen, girl, | pay hae re ee be SEPT. jmy debts; “And who is this with whom you! broke Louis de Artigny, and has) converse so privately, Adelet” he! kept him to his bed for ten years might be| Monsiour,” | ferently. The} mission you will marry him-—you word has come to me that you head | understand?” I came| blotting out his threatening face, “lso much of 1916. PAG { it was this hand that |past. Yot even that does not wipe out the score between us. “Tis no odds to you what was the cause, but while I live I hate. So you have my orders; you will speak no more with this De Artigny. I bave pledged you a husband.” I got to my fect, staring at him. “But I have no wish to marry, I protested, He shrugged his shoulders indif- “Pooh! Monsieur Cassion has asked me to favor him, and | think Surely, you would not wed me to that ¢reature?” He pushed back bis chatr, re e with scowling eyes. He gripped me by the “Enough of that, young lady He is my choice, and that settles it. Tomorrow we go to Quebec, to the Governor's ball, and when| Monsieur Cassion returns from his The tears were tn my eyes, yet there was naught to do but answer: “Yos, Monsieur.” We went to Quebec the next day cee The huge palace was ablaze with lights, and dlready crowded with) guests at our arrival, Monsieur Cassion congratulated | me on my appearance with bows, end words of praise which made me flush. I will not describe the scene in the great ballroom, for now, as I write, the brilliant pageant ts but a dim memory. I recall the bright lights over head, the raised dais at one end, carpeted with skins of wild animals, | where thé Governor atood. We ‘approached the dats, ana| awalted our turn to extend felici tations to Governor La Barre. He was a dark man, stern of face, and with strange, furtive eyes. When he perceived Monsieur Cas- sion he extended his hand cordially. “Ah, Francots, you are here at last, and ever welcome. And this,” be bowed low before me, “no doubt will be the Mademoiselle la Ches- nayne of whose charms | have heard ate. Your father, Mademoiselle “Captain Pierre sir.” “Ah, yea; | knew him well; he fell on the Richelieu; a fine sol- dier.” He turned toward Cassion, the expression of his © changed. “You depart tonight “At daybreak, sir.” “That ts well, I shall send to you for council in an hour; there are papers yet unsigned.” He turned away to greet those who followed us in line, while we moved forward into the crowd about the walls. Presentiy Casston | left me for a moment, and my| whole attention concentrated on} the discovery of De Artigny, Where he came from I knew not, but his voice softly speaking at my very ear brought a little cry of relief. The joy of finding him must have found expression in my eyes, in my eager clasping of his hand, for he laughed, “'Tis as tho I was truly wel- comed, Mademoiselle,” he said, and gravely enough, “Could { hope that) you were even seeking me yonder?" “It would be the truth, if you did,” I responded frankly, “and 1 w beginning to doubt your promise,” “Nor was it as easily kept as I supposed when given,” he said under his breath. “Come with me into this side room where we can converse more freely.” I slipped back willingly enough thru the lifted curtain into the de- serted room behind. It was evi- dently an office of some kind, and was unlighted, except for the gleam from between the curtains. The outer wall was so thick a consider. able space separated the room from la Cheanayne, the window, which was screened off by heavy drapery, De Artigny appeared familiar with these details, for he led me Into this roc where we stood concealed. Lights from below “l- lumined our faces, and revealed an open window looking down on the court. “But, yeugt | Monsieur, questioned | puzzled, “why wan it not easy?” He w about to answer when there was a voice speaking In the office room behind the closing of a door, and the scraping of a chair An some one wat down. I did not recognize the votee speaking-——nor do | know what was said, But the second speaker was La Barre. “You saw the lady?” he asket “In the receiving line for a mo ment only; a fair enough maid to be loved for her own sake I should way.” Tho other laughed. “An heiress, and beautiful! Piff! but she might find others to her Ming rather than this Cassion.” “It in small chance she has had to make choice, and as to her being an hetress, where heard you such a rumor, Colonel Delguard?” “You forget, sir.” the officer anid slowly, “that the papers pi 4 thru my hands after Captain la Chee nayne’s death. It was at your re quest they failed to reach the hands | of Frontenac.” La Barre gazed at him across the desk, his brows contracted tnto a fro a ‘fo, I had not forgotten,” and the words sounded harsh, “But they came to me properly sealed, and I supposed unopened, I think I have some reason to ask an ex planation, Monsieur.” “And one easily made, 1 saw only the letter, but that revealed enough to permit of my guessing the rest. It Is true, is it not, that la Cheasnayne left an estate of value?” “He thought so, but as you must be aware, it had been alienated by act of treason.” “Ay! but Comte de Frontenac ap- pealed the case to the King, who granted pardon, and restoration.” “Bo ‘twas rumored, but unsup- ported by the records. So far as New France knows there was no reply from Versailles.” The Colonel stood erect, and ad- vanced @ step, his expression one of sudden curiosity. “In faith, Governor,” he swiftly, “but your statement awak ens wonder, If be so, why does Francois Cassion seek the maid so ardently? Never did I Geom that cavalier one to throw himself away without due reward.” La Barre laughed. Perchance judgment, Monsteur le Colonel,” replied amused. “No doubt love, for, in truth, the witch would | Obeying send sluggish blood dancing with|De Artigny back behind me into held aside the ¢ glance of her eyes.” ‘ould he have found the paper of restofation, and kept it con- W eald| you do Francois {11 he! ‘tis| fell and struck the floor at my feet. the first impulse, I thrust conled I have doth not appear possible thought of that, yet ft ter He hath until all was in bis hands?” Well, ‘tis small use of our discussing the mat won my pledge to Mademotselio la Chesnayne’s hand, for | would have him friend, not COLYUM GIVE HIM A CHANCE “No, 1 can't go out of town now for even a day; I might lose one of t enomy, just now. They marry on goes on! Bven ff he does his return. get well, you'll get another some — At the Governor's words De Ar |time” tigny grasped my shoulders rough ly. an answer from mine. that the Colonel had left and Cas sion was in the room. He was a picture of insolent ser vility, as he stood there bowing, his gay dress fluttering with rib bons, his face emiling, yet utterly! expressionless “You sent for me, sir?” “Yor You have my instruction?” “It has been carefully read.” “And the oe Mer de Baugis?” “Here, protected in ofied silk.” “See that they reach him, no one else; they give bim an au thority I could not grant before, and should end La Salle’s contro’ of that country. had audience.” “Ay, but that was before my time. Is he one to resist De Baugis?” “He impressed me would obey to the letter, Monsieur; fn dark-faced soldier, with an tron | see His eyes questioned and forced When at last his eyes released me I realized You have met this Henri de Tonty? He was here with his master three years since, and a man who eee BASEBALL AND THE FAN A woman who had some knowl edge of baseball took a friend tow |championship contest. “Ien't that fine?” asked the first, |"We have a man on every base.” | “Why, that’s nothing,” said the friend. “So have t | WOULD GIVE IT AWAY | De Witt—What is the sense of letter of|that rule forbidding an athlete to sell his prizes? Winks PITY POOR ADAM PATIENT! Physician (looking into his room, where a number of |are waiting)—-Who has been ing longest?” Tailor (who bas called to a bill)—I have, doctor; I deliv: he clothes to you {ares years it aR ee eget th cong 1 i i HORRIBLE crimes “Not long ” said a jud |colored woman came into con! what could be done about 3 a jaw.” “A stronger man than De who was in jail. Baugis?” “What was your husband ses- “A more resolute; all depends on|tenced for?’ I asked. what orders La Salle left, and the number of men the two command.” “In that reapect the difference is De Baugis had but a handful of soldiers to take from not great. Mackinac.” “And the garrison of St. Louis ” “Tis hard to tell, as there are fur hunters there of whom we have La Salle’s report would make his own command eighteen, but he bath Heutenants not so far) no record away as to be forgotten. would strike at a word, and De |: Durantaye is at the Chicago port- age, and no friend of mine. my orders placed tn De Baugis’ hands, I think that will be all.” Roth men were upon their feet. 1 do not know what movement may have caused it, but at that moment, a wooden ring holding the curtain, the shadow, and drapery. 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