The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 22, 1916, Page 4

Member of the! fortpps Noru Publishing Ce Prone Main 400 claas matter per month up to € mos ffioe an aeoe ee ee eee pes lt Won’t Phase Hiram Col. Geo, Harvey, one of the singed cats of Down East politics, Is meowing away like blazes over the last election. The fact that Hiram John son carried California by 300,000, says George, while Hughes failed to carry it by 3,000 “will hardly be forgotten when the triumphant idol of Califor nia shall seek in Washington association with honorable men.” Doubtless, honorable men, like Reed Smoot and Boies Penrose, will snub Hiram, socially and otherwise. But they and Col. Harvey should be advised that Hiram is a gent of strong peculiarities. For one thing, he does not require association with anybody, honorable or otherwise, in order to have a good time, and any self-styled honorable bunch in the senate that imagines that Hiram is going to run after them, will be awfully fooled, early and plenty. It is early in the campaign of 1920 for any element to try to locate Hiram among the “undesirables.” Much depends upon his conduct in the senate during the next four years. He is loved by California because he does progressiv e things for the people regardless of party. If he holds fast to this Policy, it is quite likely that his carry ing California by 300,000, regardless of Hughes’ failure to carry it by anything, will be quite a substantial recom- mendation. Hiram’s great progressive state simply declared that it wouldn't buy a gold brick. This may be the shortest day of the year, but it's just as long as usual to the chap who gets up to work to the tune of the alarm clock at 5 a. m. 15 Per Cent Is Robbery! ge 9 VERY member of the legislature wld be eag ce the blot of. usury t books of this stat per cent inte i x 1A rau ene anawens Quent tax cases It is wrong ON WHY I DON’T LOVE HER » no the maid " Outrageous robbery because strikes a e wh are Cl ene tine ad ate by yl Jeast able to pay it. Wer r 1 penalty for those;w hair? are able to pay the taxes time and fail to do so, it might|She is not of the human kir nm she must be a nmotkin wood in a window x argument, altho in no event should Ihave some mitig gun the interest rate exceed the legal amount As a matter of actual fact, those who are hit by the pen - allty are the very ones who should be the least punished.} They are the poorer c owners, those who are ie, she stands all day her by, but glance her truggling to keep t ttle homes, in most cases The fich corporations never to pay the 15 per cent penalty do not love this girl of Sattly ‘Aividual t either (he wealthy individual eithe : We want flesh and blood thie day The punishme us penalty—is ai each da tho who need tead. The ce a Myate should be abolished with nut compunction There isn't a political plunderer in the whole state (jp. oneake who is for nonpartisanship. That's one of the best rea- Blonde h ! sons why you, average voter, should be strongly for it nicest pin ris on her head But still 1 do not love her The fact is, | don’t dare, vepared and Preparing For my wife ts big and brawny: esides, she * red r 'T is claimed, by those who « Bi as red hai rs SH DE past two years, the entente all eee chines, the central powers 31 Ze carr 1, OUSE VACANT 425 observation balloons. This w Roll se neta one the ba Twas at least an average of two eee 00 YOUR NONPARTISAN SIGNING EARLY! calls you a mutt 1 are asleep, men. Thus, the fightir “aviators in two ye i ors at the rate of te g powers We are prepa yw to take the — To bur Joep. E. J. Leach of Knoxville has played a piano continu- pe Bia ously for 63 hours, making a record. It was in Texas and ae Te oe std a nobody shot at him—another record. Piebete pres sme Hag a ore permit patrons, who siness for the holidays. United States census gives Seattle a population of rus yu say about going the _ 848,639. Marked down from 350,000 for Christmas? What ¢ Rockefeller has given $500,000 more to the Y. W. |* to a fellow on the side lines C. A. Say, what's the price of juice now? as we teed to any In the gnok old days of Dobie, both Bill, the kaiser land L. George, the Welsh terrier are bluffing. and both are afraid of Home of $2. 50 Glasses | rian J the Best on Earth Uhlan nae May Strike in Frisco For the poor Chinamen who fr tend to put crepe on their chop suey joints at this announcement, EXAMINATIONS FREE Our experience In viston testing enables * to correct your eyes with scientific Woe apecialize in the t mod- epectaclea and eyeg m lens eri Pe 4 Kryptok Invie~ Able Bifocal Leases, Ten years in Seattle. : ‘The Marcum Optical Co. 917 FIRST AV NEAR MADISON will do as well eee | A MERE DETAIL | Billy—I would ‘lay the world at ‘your feet, but for one thing. Milly—And that in? Billy—Some other pepole are us- ing it.—Judge soe NATURAL CONCLUSION Trainman—When you saw the bandit crawling along the top of the car, why didn’t you say something to us about it? senger—I thought It was some | fellow who had invented a short-cut way into his upper berth.—Judge But imagine the loss of time tn saying, “Twoand-a-half — centa worth of’ something! There'll have to be a common name for the half-Jit Neighborhood Druggist Contest Remember, there are $15 worth of cash | Editor’ Ss Mail | | > CHRISTMAS CANDY Editor The Star: Going thru the stores and markets with no pres ents to select, one notes the very large—considering the cost of purchases of candies, There are cand pure, others look Ike various thing Mothers and fathers, teachers and friends, buying for the help- 1 , uUnreasoning sweet-loving kid lets, should think well Less and better, versus much and worse 4 the Bachelor Maid, who knows Remember the heart-stricken mother on Queen Anne Hill, who, kneeling by the side of her dead prizes. Full particulars were in The Star Friday, December 20th. Callon your neigh- } borhood druggist and get Contest Blanks. } Remember, your answer must be mailed not ) ( i 4 } ) later than 6 p. m. Wednesday, December 27, 1916. Address your letters to Neighborhood Druggist Contest Editor |time is this so important as at \° hristmas. ONE WHO KNOWS, e her, no; but you do not pjand I knew in m whole hog and putting in a free/ ne lunch, too Anyhow, we favor any peace talk that knocks 50 “2. + cents a barrel off flour and a cent off eggs. | WE DISCUSS THE WAR , The way it looks to a casual ob we suggest that maybe black ones| sand candies. Some are} cs ) babe, sent out a warning note to Care Seattle Star. ) $l all parents on the verdict of prom ‘ inent physician to keep some § 8) candies out of the home, At no| STAR—FRIDAY, DEC. 22, 1916. PAGE | Eaaaaeaeeneyeremarey taeagegeterseseeneenesneneeteeeraneagtee prusreeyerteesgeeeeeneneenseey ety Next Week |A Novel “Christma: CHARLES DICKENS TT a ry SESSLESASS SETS: {BREE SEVOYTTT SLORY (Continued From Our Last | CHAPTER IX we) | The Test Dr. Von Gerhard sports a motor-| ar, & rakieh little craft, built long} and low, with racing Hnes and a green complextor | Von Gerhard ‘ad promised me] A spin ft ft on the first mild da Sunday turned out to be unex pectediy lamblike, as only a March at warmly you must ¢ erbard warned yourself Von me And so Thad swathed myself in wrappings and we bad darted off along the smooth lake drives There was no chance for conver sation, even ff Von Gerhard had been in talkative mood, which he was not Ile seemed more tact turn (han usual Finally we swung off the road way and up to the entrance of the roadhouse that was to revive ual with things hot and soupy. | Smile for the lady,” | mocking y begged when we had been serv ed. “You've been owllsh all the afternoon Von Gerhard swept aside the plates and glasses that stood be fore him, leaned his arms on the table and deliberately stared at} me I sail for Europe in June, to be gone a year—probably more.” he said Sail!" I echoed, {diotically ! go to atudy and work with ck, It is the opportunity of a ji Gluck in the world j ne what Ediron is to the orld of electricity. It is a won derful opportunity, « ! Von Gerhard’s face was very in Inct and uncertain to my eyes tI managed to say Jcongratulate you—very doubt fortunate" Two strong hands grasped my wrists a. I did not mean to frighten you, Daw How your hands trem a ok at r You would Vie ! T ask you f all that t= reason au © wake of your hat wn mine, to divorce this man Peter Orme—this man who or almos! tea y hax not been our husband never can be var husban 1 ask you to do! mething which will bring suffer g to no one. and which wil an happiness to many Lewd me make you happy—you were orn to be hap you who can augh like a girl in spite of your woman's sorrows But | sank into a chair and bid my face in my hands that | might be spared the beauty and the derness of bis eyes. I tried to think of all the sane and common ings ‘n life. Somewhere in inner consciousness a cool lit tle Yolee was saying, over and over in Now, Dawn, careful! ve come to the crossroads at 1 Right or left? Choose! Now Dawn, be care and the rest of ft all over ag in When | !ifted my face from my hands at jast ft was to meet the tenderness of Von Gerhard’s gaze with scarcely a tremor You ought to know,” Is very slowly and event that a divorce, fer these circumstances, Is al thle, even if | wished | moat Impe }to do what 1 suggest. There are | certain state lawe | An exclamation of tmpatience broke from him. “Lawa! In some states, yes, In others, no. It ina mere technicality—a trift A few | months’ residence in an er ate |perbaps. These Ameriean laws. they @re made to Yes: » eq reak.” ¢ right.” I said rt that the cool, insistent little co withir had not xpoken in vair Rut there are other laws—laws of honor and decency, and right living and con jaclence—that cannot be broken {with such ease. I cannot marry ou. | have a husband.’ You can call that unfortunate wretch your husband!’ He does not know that he has a wife. The man there in the barred room At that I took-hin dear hands in mine and beld them close as 1 miserably tried to make him hear what that still voles had | told me. ! There’ That is it! Uf he were free, if he were able to stand be fore men that his actions might be judged fairly and justly, I should not hesitate for one single, precious moment, But, Ernest, can't you see? He Is there, alone, in | that dreadful place, quite tncapa ble, quite at our mérey. The thing is inhuman! No state laws, no red tape can dissolve such a union.” | “You still care for him! “Ernest!” You de ¢ for him still, But yes! You can tell me that you would not burt him, not for your happiness, not for mine, But me |you can hurt again and again, with out one twinge of regret | There was silence for a moment in the little bare dining room—a| |miserable silence on my part, a} bitter one for Ernest. Then Von| Gerhard smiled one of the rare} smiles that filumined his face with |such sweetness. | “Come, Dawn, almost we are quarreling You will think of what I have sald, will you not? «1 was too abrupt, too |brutal, Ach, Dawn, you know not how I— Very well, I will not,” | With both hands I was clinging | to my cougage and praying for strength to endure this until 1 should be alone in my room again. As for that poor creature who | |is bereft of reason, be shall lack no care, ho attention. The burden | yon have borne so long I shall take now upon my shoulders.” He seemed so confident, I could bear it no longer, if you have any pity, any love for | me, stop! I tell you T can never do| this. Why do you make it so ter- |ribly hard for me?” | I say again, and again, and | again, you do not care. | It was then that I took my Inst | | vestige of strength and courage to- | [gether and, going over to him, put my two hands on his great shout |ders, looking into his drawn face |as 1 spok | “Ernest, look at me! 1 care so | much that [ could not bear to have | |the shadow of wrong fall upon our | happiness. I should hate myself, and you would grow to hate me, It always is eo, Dear one, 1 care so 80 sure, }do as I would de much that I have the strength to if | had to face my mother and Norah tonight, Will you take me home now, Dr. Von Gerhard? CHAPTER X Bennie and the Charming Old Maid There followed a blessed week of work I interviewed ey red-handed murderer to an ineu- bator baby, On Friday there fell to my Jot a world-famous prima Jonna, and a charminng old maid It was long past the lunch hour | when the prima donna, properly embellished, was snap copy hook It was with the charming old id in mind that Norberg sum- uoned me. Another special story for you, he cheerfully announced No answering cheer appeared up. on my lunchless features This time {t is a nice German old maid.” Norberg proceeded to outline the story. “Name and ad Gress on this slip Nice old maid has lived rything from a ed on the n nice old cottage all her Ife, Grandfather built it him self about a hundred years ago. Whole family was born in it, and married tn ft, and died in ft, see? Well, there's no one left now but the nice old maid, all alone. She jing? There my ,tull itn tenn le Ob 11 Edna F. —* ‘A Nore! “cinta Gost 66 YA WN O'HARA” cs hungry, and that here was a great) ing the hand to the bred » they peace throat, to the | ob Do listen to the purring of that) Suddenly I knew. I eat!’ f murmured, “Oh, newspa- | drooping head and rump! pers have no place tn this, This! braids, and laughed down into the Is peace and rent startled fac Alma Pflugel leaned forward in She's he I shouted, “If know her ebalr iyou like it her. Why, I have one-fourth inter A hundred happy memories filled est in your own nephew thin ver the little low room as Alma Pflugel minute. And hie name is Bennte showed me her treasures, And be W spon Alma Pflugel fainted cause of the tragedy in the honest quietly away in the ehilly little face bent over thene dear treasures, grape arbor, with her head on w and because she tried so bravely to. shoulder hide hy ears, Ik that thin could er be a news: cha paper story foolis winmy heart) | called myself her hands and did all the things that distract f at such tim So," said Alma Pfluge! at fast, humana think o and rose and walked slowly to the wondering, meanwhile, if I ha window and stood looking out at quite mad to discern a resemblance the windswept garden between this simple, cloar-eyed Would you lke to see my gar gentle German woman, and the bat den?” asked Alma Pflugel, turning tered, ragged, swaying figure that from the window, For a moment | had stood at the judge's bench stared in wonderment. But th Suddenly Alma Pflugel opened honest, kindly face was unsmiling.| her ever. RKecognition dawned in| These things that I have shown|them slowly, Then, with a jer 1 can take whh me when I—j|she sat upright, her trembling xo. But the and she pointed! hands clinging to me out over the bare, wind«ewept lot.!) “Where in she Take me to her “there ix something that I cannot] Ach, you are sure—sure? take, My flowers! You see that Lordy, | hope so! Com ou mound over there, covered so snug | must let me help you into the house and warm with burlap and sack-|And where ix the nearest tete-| and hya|phone? Neve mind; I'll find cinths sleep. In a few weeks, when | one had a who ran away with a/the covering is whisked off—ah,| When I had succeeded in find acamp some years ago, Nice old | You shall see!” ing the nearest drug store I spent maid has never heard of her since With a quick gest she threw a wild ten minutes telephoning the | bat she leaves @ lamp in the win dow, or something, so that if ¢ she wanders back to the old she'll Know she's welcome, ne Here's the point: The city wants to bulld a branch library or some. thing on ber property, and the nice old party in #0 pinched for money | that whe'll have to take their @ffer So the (ime has come when she'll have to leave that old cottage, with its romance, and It» n porters, and {ts lamp in the window, and in a cheap little fiat, nee? (Continued in Our Next Issue) Half an hour later 1 stood be-| handle of the old door she will find | could have recognized in this pret-|t sa-aay, girl, it's goin’ t’ fore rttage ft unlocked, summer and = winter, | ty gile creature the pitiful wreck | be a real one in the venter of day and 4 wo that she has only | of j ile court | “But why wait so long?” I asked that extended for half ‘to turn t and enter And when Alma Pfingel saw the, “You need it now Who ever a de } She sto ru The light face of the little sister—the poor, | heard of putting off a vacation un The door was opened and Alma Pfiugel and | curiously at| one anot large on closed my errar t the ways of newspaper re ters were foreign to the life of this plain German woman, but she} bade me enter with a sweet gra clousness of manner She led the way down the dim harrow haliway to the «littl beyond. And th berg had ®nown w red t was plain 1 saw that Nor eof he spoke od stove glowed n one corner of the| ck of the stove a « jeepy | ope one Indolent eye. 1 sank tn th depths of a buge rocker that must have been built for Grosspapa Pflugel’s generous curves, Alma Pflugel, in a chatr Opposite, polite walted for this hew process of interviewing to begin, but relaxed fn the embrace f that great armehalr I suddenly }for the ten [the lattice, The arbor was fi ng-room | hi | moaned Ach, kleine Schwe realized that I was very tired and & shawl over ber Togeth: we ntepped out into the chill of th » Frau Knapf, and finally} raw March aftern ile Then | rushed back to We used to come out herein the the little cottage, where Alma early morning, my little Schwester | Priugel and | walted with what pa ant I, to @ rose had un-|ttence we could summon folded its peta Ob, in| Blackie was the first to arriy the morning she loved it best. And, with Bennie in tow, and there were #0 every summer | have made the! tears and exclamations | a, sO that when) So it was that in the midst of the she comes back she will see flow: | confusion we did not hear the ap ore Kreet her proach of the probation officer and All the way up the path to the) hercharge. They came up the path door she will walk in an aisle to the door, and the little sister en- fragrance, and when she turns the | tered the room in «silence. No one surprised ii probation officer died oul of marred cken face—her own Witt wel! face became terrible {nh its agony walked dows J-| She put Bennie down very gently fashioned a , bare now except!rose, and took the shaking little iis that twined about figure in her strong arms, and held) tted |{t as though never to let it go and there were again j rustic chairs and a table So Blackie and 1 stole away The next moment, to my borror,| after a whispered consultation with Alma Pflugel had dropped ¢ probation officer knees before the table, her face in| Blackie had come in bis red run her bunds about, and now he tucked me Into| “Ich kann's nicht thun © it, feigning a deep disgust. r I'd lke to know where I enter this little drayma,” he growled my arm yor with a wooden f) wo bist du denn’ ito A great dry sob shook h Her “Ain't I got nothin’ hand went to her breast. to her/around town unitin’ long lost sis- to her lips, with an odd, ters an’ orphans'” “Now, Blackie, Do that again'” | cried, and | would never have forgiven me if I shook Alma Pfiugel sharply by the|had left you out of this. Besides,! you must hustle around and sre Her startled blue eyes looked | that they need not move out of that) {nto mine. “What do you mean dear little cottage. Now don't say) abe asked a word! You'll never have a greater) “‘That—that gesture. I've seen | chance to act the fairy god-mother.” it—-somewhere—that trick of press Norberg glanced up quickly as I shoulder ——— vsgiacpi ay Lessesse labout Blackie’s nostrils and lips, I | Perhaps, thought J, it was the heat do but run! you know you! By A Novel A Week mht b entered the ¢ on CHAPTER The Shadow of Terror Two days before the date set for Von Gerhard’s re the b an hour afte most glaring hal them and went 4 it far seen elves before my mind's e ce of No one knew of the existe m € hard, Blacks nd me ok had a way of inquiring after its prog ress in hushed tones of mock awe 1 had seen little of Biackle of late My spare hours liad been devoted to the work in hand On the day after the book was {ttle shock as I strolled into Black- les tum and took m accu tomed seat beside his Th wax an oddly pinched look thought And the DP black eyes appeared deeper and blacker n ever in his thin little face. A week of unseasonable weather had come upon the c June was going out in a wave of torrid heat such a® August might have boasted which had wilted Plackie’s denonair has en a long time since a talk-talk, Blackie. I've Also you look just @ en srourd th ‘dren ing a vacation wouldn’ » brown forefinger > of bis favorite n’ t' take my vaca tion for a while—not till fall, p'raps, or maybe winter. But wen I do til winter! “Well, I dunno,” made my mused Blackie. j arrangements for that time, and I hate t' muss ‘em up. Yo say, wen the time comes, that my plans are reas‘n- able There was a sharp ring from the telephone Blackie’s elbow. He answered it, then thrust the recety- into my hand r you,” he said It was Von Gerhard’s voice that came to me. “I have something to tell you,” he said “Something most important. If I call for you at six we can drive out to the bay for su yes? I must talk to you I hastened home, bathed and dressed When the green car stopped for me I was in a seraphic mood. 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