The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 7, 1916, Page 4

HE SEATTLE STAR MMe. soteited gehen Candidates for Governor Lister and his * WP former Governor Henry McBride, are strongly opposed /to any tampering with the present prohibition law. personally come out against the Initiative Bills 18 and the hotel and the brewery measures, So far as the wet and dry issue is concerned, there is olutely no difference between these two candidates ppt to make it a gubernatorial issue is the purest bun- c Two years ago, when the prohibition law was up for a vote of the people, Lister, then governor, was as silent as ter as to its adoption or rejection. lor was there a word of advice from McBride, either, was then a plain citizen, In every respect, then, the candidates for governor are on the prohibition issue. The election will Fsonal ability; on efficiency of administration; on general it, in other words. Both are progressive, both are equally dry lity will, therefore, be the big factor in determining average man's vote. be determined Personality ¥ Japan’s National Chamber of Commerce declares for “high tariffs, after the war. Those heathen aren't going to let us “dump” our goods on them. It's perfectly out- “Help Me to Play the Game, Oh, Lord!” S6QYOME day I know the evening sun will sink adown its golden lane into the west, but I'll have read the Great- est Poem of All, and sought the solace of eternal rest. children still will play about, their laughter yet will!) upon the air, but I, who love them so, will never see,|J¥dge Harvey cried tn unison, mevermore for earthly things will care, before that time shall come, to know Thy love holds y o'er everything, that Thou art watching all the tread, from humblest laborer unto 'way is sometimes hard, the thing irse, but tho I stumble, still I rise again, and keep on going, Help me to learn the beauties of Thy the good that lies within my fellowmen, and that as hast willed so } Lord.——AMEN.” _ Thus sings Elwin Hunt, the new Kansas poet. A classic in words of one syllable. A song A tear quencher and a Teach me, 0} ths | than fs prop atest King. O Lord, hink a gift is oft a good or worse. br the everyday man and woman. ; of hard Work. Aye, help us all to play the game, Be sure to inform your baker that, for the first time history, Argentina is sending wheat to the United ; Maybe he'll cheer up and put smaller holes in doughnuts. y dshed or Peace? R. HUGHES may personally be a pauper as to issues, but his friends are making them for him, maybe faster Mr. Roosevelt surrendered to Mr. Hughes at the head 4,119,507 progressives, or thought he did, because Wood- Wilson didn’t plunge our country into war with Ger: and Mexico. now comes the sedate, mild-mannered Gifford Pin- _ Woodrow Wilson weakened our nation, according to Mr. ot, by not declaring war on Germany. _ Mr. Hughes now has a hot issue, something far superior the warmed-over protection issue. fom Roosevelt's fiery nostrils we had taken as something natural, but when the perfectly genteel, ious Pinchot declares for throat-cutting, we have to feel it’s really an issue. ' Hughes—war, waste, widows, orphans, full cemeteries, lated youth, starvation, pestilence, burning churches, ecked school houses, empty homes, general barbarism! _ Wilson—peace - It is Mr. Hu The brimstone odors nd prosperity. ’ issue, made by Mr. Hughes’ closest We'll know what actually happened in Maine, after 7. Try and be right as well as sincere—Haweis. & NoTHING, SERIOUS THE GIN HOUND ta aah op Deena ean tee mae, Vielter—Bat, a 1b would never reach them at the height thay Tip WHEN THE POT CALLS THE KETTLE BLACK, FOR THE KETTLE TO DEMAND. AN INVESTIGATION AS TO THE SHADY WAYS OF THE PoT. t t "| dock. it adi 35 Ei i OULD LEAD IT is? AND TIK IT, PEOVLE ASK Fol INK, WE WONDER Wit EY ARE GOING TO THINK WITH, your body to full vigor with the ~~” PERUNA It’s the tonicthat clears away blood and a Tabletsare the ideal laxative. habit and have no anpleoe: ‘ean supply you, The Perens Company, Columbus, Ohio mee enguuanennngnrrne guuetenanaggntazentesteeeeuatenneraty |A Novel “MR. A Week JOSEPH LINCOLN AEUYERENNSEVEREDSYGE | pRLHTRTETpOOTENOO NEDO OeTOTOOTOOTOTOTT | (Continue: From Our Last lseue) HEN suddenly coming up the! sound of y pairs of The footsteps paused before stairway was the hurried feet—of | feat the sitting room door, fon come In Jack's voice ask “T'm certain.” The Anawered was Mary's. "TH bet it said @ third voloe-—Mr, Pyecroft's. |the door locked, shook it violently “@pen up, in there!" he called for pport. ter epen up! querfed the excited voice the door, for & locksmith and the police it right,” said Mary “The police! —ahe gesped Mre. De Peyaster. jthe door, Matilda, quick!" CHAPTER XI A Family Reunion Matilda's shaking hand unlock the door. Jack lunged tn, him Mr. Pyecroft, Judge and Mary, On Jack's face look of menacing justice. sight of the trembii sockets. “Matilda!” he exclaimed eeho, tilda!” sounded the others, “Ma rain, Then the four sighted Olivetta. “What, you, Olivetta!” Jack and “Yes, it's | an hysterical laugh. C "Ty 1 in to express you know to your mother.” “Your sympathy to my mother?" “Yes. To—to tell her how—h Sorry |! am that she's dead,” elucidated Olivetta. A little hand gripped Jack's arm. all it be, help me to play the game, | “Jack!” He turned his head and his eyes A sermon| followed Mary's pointing finger. “Mother!” He walked amazedly up before Mra, De Peyster’s paluled figure. “Mother!” In the same instant Judge Har vey was beside her. “Caroline'” he breathed, like one seeing a ghost “y¥ she mumbled “Then you're not dead?’ “N-no,.” she mumbled gazed down at her in astoundment. To them was added Mr. Pyecroft. His bewilderment, for the moment, was the greatest of the group; for the likeness be- tween the black-garbed, fled Angel- fea, and this real Mra, De Poyster in lavender dresving-cown, was more remarkable than he had ever uttermost God!" quavered Judge “But—but how do you come here?” Mra. De Peyster, with a shiver. tng glance at them all, and one of particular terror at her recent con federate, Mr. Pyecroft, made a last rally to save herself. “My explanation—that fs, all 1 know about this affair—is really very simple. I—~you see—I ve unexpectedly returned home—and —@nd discovered thie—this situa tion. That is all,” & little more courage. “I do not need to inform you that I have been a “J “Of course, we know you've been away!" said Jack. “But that Mrs. De Peyster at tho pier—who is nothing—but a base—im- eried Olivetta indignantly. we're all ready for the cere mony!” exclaimed Jack. “There are a dozen reporters downstairs, and no end of friends are coming from out of town to be present And that person, whoever she is, will be here—* Concern over this new, swiftly approaching crisis for a moment took precedence of all other emo- tions, Judge Harvey and Mary and Jack gazed at each other, bew!l ered, helpless. Something had to be done, quick—but what? “Pardon me if | seem to intrude,” spoke up the even voice of Mr. Pyecroft. Swiftly he stepped to Mra. De Peyster’s writing-desk, and began running thru the pages of the tele- phone book The telephone was now tn his head, the receiver at his ear, “Central, give me Broad 4900... Ts this the French ldne? Then con nect me with the manager. This the manager of the French Line? ----T am speaking for Mr. Jack De Peyster—you know. Please give orders to the proper authorities te have Mrs, De Peyster held at the Or if she has left, stop her at all cost. There must be no mistake! Further orders will fol low, Understand?....Thank you very much, Good-bye.” He turned about. “It will be all right,” he said quietly. With a wild stare at him, Mrs, De Peyster sank back in her chair and Closed her eyes. “She's fainted!” “Her smelling-salta!” “A glass of water!” Jack. “No, no," breathed Mra. De Pey. ater But the pair had darted away, Mary into the bedroom, Jack into the bathroom. From the bathroom eried §=Mary. exclaimed came a sudden, jangling din, Ike} the sheet-iron thunder of the stage. Mary reappeared, fresh amaze- ment on her face. “Somebody's been using the bed- room! The bed's not made, and your clothes are all about!" The next moment Jack rushed tn behind her. “What a stack of empty tin cans I kicked into in the bathroom! What the deuce has been going on here?” Mrs. De Peyster looked weakly, hopelessly, at Olivetta. “There's no use trying to keep it up any longer. We—we might as well confess. You tell them, Oliv- “Are you eure you saw that per here?” they heard volce that was @ sneak thief,” |He turned the knob, and, finding The three clung to one another led @ fourth Judge Harvey “For we know you're in there “But how could she get int” “Skeleton key,” oroft brief expla De Peyster, we three will watch You go and telephone musn't go!” Open wan a But at turnkey the invading party halted, and Jack's stern jaw almost drepped from ite} And from behind him, like a triplicate | “Good—good morning, Mr. Jack,” | Quavered Matilda, jocking the door Jack,” she ald with t thought it's no more my being her cousin, to express my sympathy | The Judge and Jack and Marr STAR—SATURDAY, OCT. 7, 1916. PAGE 4 13 PULLING UP AT THAT ENTRANCE «| ceT's | = KNOW THAT MAN— | | | jetta.” jdripping handkercbiet never, never could, that historian of her plans and misad ventures, moaned at t end: [pened ta all I what's yet to come! jing out! jing at me—oh!—oh!—ah!—" Mrs. De Peyster was drifting laway into tnarticulate |drew herself “What's that?" There was a loud rap upon the door, | “That tnfernal Mayfair, and the | whole gang of reporters!” exclaimed Jack, “Ob, Jack—Judge Harvey! }me! Save me!” | “The hour set for the funeral ts | passed, ‘ayfair continued to call, j “the drawing room is packed with | people, and the body hasn't arrived yet. We don’t want to make our- [selves obnoxiour, but {t's almost |preaetime for the next edition, and weve got to know what's doing | You know what a big story this is. Save She gathered | Understand—we've simply got to| iknow'" | Judge Harvey and Jack and Mary jregarded each other tn blank des. |peration; Mrs. De Peyster and Oliv. etta feren: lpema. Pardon mo," whispered Mr. Pye. leroft, gently stepping forward among them. Then be raised his voice “Walt just one minute, centiemen! You shall know every- thing!” “Oh, Mr. Pyecroft, don't, don’t!” moaned Mrs. De Peyster. Put Mr, Pyerroft, without heed arietios of jellied helpless ‘OLD FOLKS NEED “CASCARETS’ FOR’: __ LIVER, BOWELS |Salts, calomel, pills act on bowels like pepper acts in nostrils. Enjoy life! Don’t stay bilious, sick, headachy and constipated. Get a 10-cent box now, Most old people must give to the bowels some regular help, else they suffer from constipation. The con |dition is perfectly natural, It ts just as natural as {t 1s for old peo- ple to walk slowly, For age is never |s0 active as youth, The muscles are less elastic. And the bowels are | muscles. So all old people need Cascarets. One might as well refuse to aid weak eyes with glanses as to neglect | this gentle aid to weak bowels. The bowels must be kept aetive. This ts important at all ages, but never so | much as at fifty, | Age ts not a time for harsh |physies. Youth may occasionally whip the bowels into activity, But a lash can't be used every day. | What the bowels of the old need is a gentle and natural tonic. One | that can be constantly used without jharm, The only such tonle is Cas. carets, and they cost only 10 cents per box at any drug store. They work while you sleep, Beretol For Poison Ivy Full directions tn booklet packed with each Med carton, Vor sale all druggists. | But Olivetta protested into her she So it fell to | Mra. De Peyster herself to be the “It's all been bad enough.” she “what's hap enough, but think) T's all com!) Everybody will be laugh- lamenta- |tions, when there came a tramp ing sound upon the stairway, She “Ll say, Jodge Harvey, Mr. De |Peyater,” called out a voice. | “What's all this delay about?’ INSURANCE AGEW et aide. Harmon,” he j rapidly jed, and all the reat? “At the Cunard pier.” | “Mise Harriman.” had lifted Olivetta to her fee @rawn from her boneless figur traveling hat. support, Olivetta recellapsed. * next fi nt Mr re. De Peyster, veil down over her face—and thrust her again chalr ed, in & quick whisper. mon, not a word! Mra. ster, call up your De Pey: |tlon was leg her protest, stepped to Oliv-| saceered crowd. herself!” whinpered “did you obey Mra. De Pey jster's instructions on your voyR@| yr, xtayfair, * home? About keeping yourself veil.) “Yes,” said Olivetta. “Aod Mra. De Peyster’s trunks. | wher are they?" } | “What name did you sail under?’ |. In the same instant Mr. Pyecroft | hi Released from his In} Pyecroft had | co; had slipped the jong coat upon her, had put the has upon ber head, had drawn the thick nerve; you'll (s fact at Jack, who, bewlldered, nodded his consent. She unlocked the door The next moment a dozen re porters crowded into the room, the doubtable Mr, Mayfair at thelr head; and behind them could be neen the pale, curious faces of Wil liam, Miss Gardner, and M, Dubols What's up?’ demanded the keen d Mayfair Before 1 answer that,” said Mr Pyocroft, “permit me to preface what I have to say by touching upon two necessary personal de tails, Wirat, 1 belleve at least you Mr. Mayfair, have known me as Mr. Simpson, brother of Mrs, De Peyster's housekeeper. I am not her brother. This harmless decep- undertaken, for reasons not necessary to give, at the re quest of Judge Harvey; he wished me to remain in the house to ar- range, ond make abstracts of, cer tuin private papers, The second detail! is, that | am speaking at the request Judge Harvey, as bis aneociate and as the representa tive of the De Peyster family.” Judge Harvey felt bis collar; Jack Yer—yen,” said the impatient Mayfair. “But out with the story! What's doing?” | “Something that I think will sur prise you sald Mr. Pyecroft Something that has astounded all of us—particularly | with this lady who fe Mra Miss Harmon,| here, who has just returned from a|be going, quiet summer in Maine to attend) bis The fact is,|spectfully, yet a little defiantly “I'm sorry that Mary and I by our trespassing caused you #0 inconvenience. and I and our things will be opt of the house within an hour. her cousin's funeral gentlemen, to come right to the point, there is to be no funeral!” “No funeral!” ran thru the crowd, “No fune repeated Mr. Pye- croft. “The reason, gentlemen, is porters “It you desire proof, here it ts.” 'Mr. Pyecroft, stepping aside, reveal- led the figure of Mra, De Peyster. He |put his right hand upon her shoul- |der, gripping it tightly and holding ! her in the chair, and with his left he lifted the thick vell above her face, “I believe that most of you | know Mrs, De Peyster, at jeast from | her plotures,” “Mra. De Peyster'” cried the “Mra. De Peyster “Put that other Mra. De Peyster— the one the funeral is for “Who is she tlemen, ia a areat to any of you, “That, mystery to sald Mr. Pyecroft. “But bow the-—but how did It all happen?” ejaculated Mr. Mayfair. “That in what I am going to tell you,” Mr, Pyecroft answered. “Oh!” moaned Mra. De Peyster. Olfvetta and Matilda gazed at Mr. Pyecroft with ghastly faces; Judge the| Harvey and Jack and Mary stared long traveling cost of pongee ailk,/at him with amazed suspense, and and had drawn the pins from her/ Miss Gardner, with whom he had | yet made his peace, breathlessly | for several moments; until-— “Caroline,” broke mined voice of Judge Harvey, ju I was going to propose to And I'm going to do tt Please consider your- self proposed to.” up — shamefaced, | alted the next move of this in- prehensible husband of hers. “What Mra. De Peyster has said is really very simple. As you know, | she left Paris on a long motor trip.) had| During her brief stay In Paris one) down into her|o¢ her trunks w a |tolen, she i# not certain which. As Matilda, not a word!" he order jshe pays no personal attention to “Misa Har-| her baggage, she was not aware of | I'v either lost or| her loss for several days. So much} Now we come to mere con-/ need it, for you know that May: | secture A plausible conjecture) fatr is the cleverest reporter in| seams to be that th gowns | Row. And now, Mra. 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Dubois. all your hair healthy, fluffy, soft,| ported her wilted Uberty,” said he, “I should like to express my relief and happiness at ed Mrs. De Peyster, gowns, being attractive, the dealer) must have immediately reaold to varfous purchasers, and one of these | purchasers must have “Yes, yes! Plain as claimed Mr. Mayfair. | “The face was unrecognizable,” continued Mr. Pyecroft, “but since ster's name, of course-—" of course!" The most natural erled Mr. Mayfair, excitedly, “Go on! G , “Mrs, De Peyster did not learn of what had happened till the day the supposed Mra, De Peyster w The most But the shock She a great deal of grief. unbalanced her. mere look at Mrs. De Peyster will how you how the shock unnerved The group gazed at Mrs. De Pey A murmur of sympathy “In her hysterical condition,” con- | Pyecroft, “she had but one thought, and that was to get home as quickly as she could, She) an hour ago, Tf may add the details that she sailed under the name of Miss Harriman, | and that her trunks are now at the! Cunard pier, There you have the| entire story, gentlemen. And since | Mrs."De Peyster is in a state bor-| | dering on collapse, we would take it | as a favor it— “No need to dismiss us,” put in| Mr. Mayfair. “We're in a bigger hurry to leave than you are to have us go. Gee, boys,” he ejaculated to ‘his fellows, “what a peach of a} story!" In a twinkling Mr. Mayfair and! |hia fellows of the press had van- | | ished | Within the room all eyes: fixed | themselves upon Mra. De Peyster. “Mother Jack breathed at| length | “Caroline!” breathed Judge Har- | Then added: “I'm sure it— it'll never become known,” Oh, to think it’s all over we're out of it!” Olivetta cried hysterically. “Oh! Oh!" And she imply pitehed sidewise in her chair. Mees and } Harmon—Olivetta!” ex. He sprang for.) side and sup: + figure against | ward, knelt at her his bosom, William, irreproachable, unbend- | able William, took a few respect ful paces toward his resurrected mistress “If you will not regard it as a your restoration among us.” “Thank you—William,” whisper. | | iz The next moment Judge Harvey's complete pos And she wilted his shoulder, thus for several ssassteszssegs se anageteesenggeneeeaneeetenesnesn “nseeneeeeeeense | A Novel} A Week ererrcrntirniiteg Wiltam, baving delivered his fe-| .oq beside him was Miss Gardner, gazing at him, tremulously bew!l By Leroy Scott Both looked up started to turn away had stepped forward behind an imploriug look upon her face “Please, ma'am |grave manne don me, Judge please, ma'am!” |to mention at what time your of- doubt as to her m manded Mra “What time my what hour I am supposed to report for work.” has also confessed how, during my | driving with you, she Judge Harvey could get out He just stared. in a volce of dryest sar- Would you consider it im- art—-I wouldn't be impudent for the world, you know might be your 1 have heard you varl- |ously called Mr, Simpson, Mr. Pres Pyecroft. Perbaps you 4 few other allases.” have had-—yes. My real name Endicott Bradford. |name has the advantage of never |baving appeared in any complaint lor police report. For that matter, | may add that, under nese of my |names have I ever been arrested.” She asks me to apolo size to you and tell you how very very sorry she ts.” Indeed, | am, William!” Matilda fervently pudent on my tinued Mrs. De Peyster, “that you should forgive her—and make up of that incident again stay with me for. be happy and | Matilda timfdly sipped an arm thru William's. Forgive me, William!” William's graven face exhibited 4 |strange phenomenon—it the Judge—‘what could possibly be better!” “But the hour?” gently insisted Mra. De Peyster, completely said he. And, bowing respectfully, De Peyster's| went out Harvey stared; bis eyes 1 guess we'd better “Thank you, sir, ford; and slipped a hand thru Miss Gardner's arm. But before he could turn to go, from over the shoulder against which she leaned she couldn't help it—smiled at, said Mr, Brad- Jack!" Mra. De Peyster reached up s trembling hand and te And, suddenly, Judge Harvey— smiling, too. she, “perhaps you and your—your find—another place for your confidences.” “Oh!” exclaimed Olivetta, start-| ling up with a flush out, Mra. De re jand stood gazing for a moment st “Do you really-——want to—leave me, Jack?’ she whispgred n invited to leave,’ said he, “but I have never been In- 4 to come back.” With @ timidity, shot thru with | tingling daring, she slipped an arm about his shoulders Then I invite “'T dnow it is, because I have tried it! If you are suffering—as I did—with trouble that itches and burns like mad, and is so unsightly that you dread to be seen; if you are trying—as I did: “And Mary?” sald he De Peyster slipped an arm and daringly kissed Mary's fresh young cheek. and she drew the two tightly, al- most convulsively, to her, er!” cried Jack; and the next in- stant the two paira of arms were And thus they stood \treatment after treatment without real help, then you can imagine how I felt when Resinol gave me instant relief and soon healed the eruption completely | My doctor prescribed it, "Why don’t yew try Resinol ?* Every druggist cells Resinel Ointment wel Soap. Samples tree, write to Dept. 42-R, wel, Baltimore, Remember! Get- in trouble’ hat, after the foolish woman | OA Fourth Week and Big Success of Monte Carter’s Musical Comedy Co. 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