The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 7, 1917, Page 6

AN O ‘rom Edmund Van R. A FELLOW AMERICAN, Everywhere-in U.S. A. My dear Fellow: ' Perhaps 1 ought to ask your pardon for ad- wg you so familiarly, but really these are times when we ought to feel quite chummy with "each other, for we're engaged in a very serious work together. Of course, | mean the war. From South and North we sally forth to battle, dj ite rattle, ij i Til reyal For America, the Gr And the Freedom of all the Again maybe | ought to have a pardon com- from you for quoting my own verses, but really it’s the way | feel about it. es, | know there are a few folks who say this merica's war. Well, it isn’t our child; we didn’t give it birth and we didn’t adopt it, but here is. ‘e snubbed it, we cut its acquaintance, we nied it entrance to our home, but here it is. To change the simile, for weeks and months hd years, we stood (like old Canute) on our own pres and we said to the sea of war which was fing the world, “Those aren't American war- es. They belong to Europe. We won't let beat upon our shores.” ‘Wortd! isn't OF SCRIPTS NORTHWEST LEAGUE OF NEWsrarens Polegraph Newe Service of the United Prees Association ‘Bantered at Seattle, Wash. Postoffice as Second-Class Matter. ‘Out of city, 35c per month up to 6 year $3.50 carrier, city, 2c mos; 6 mos $1. a th. eo. Prt .. BvE. D. K. Traction Co, denying claims of motormen for overall uniforms, Uke on interur- ban lines, claims serge uniforms to inspire confidence | company’s service in the | fe | of the traveling public | :¢ eee FIRST IMPRESSIONS own oom ag appear so) wi we je Piseer When we see them in). NoTHER SUMMER IDYL | Vs idea of novelty is find- By Fuller Bulle } Bew drink; a woman's, find- Peeping thru the knothole tn the new salad. orchard, the yellow moon looked dts-| men never find life so mo-| mally down and beheld Clayrence as when they can't find | basking in the radiance of Gwende- thing pie about. lyne’s smile. | trouble with many a person| Strains of daesling muste eante| a high coal that he scatters! trom Clayrence’s ukelele. ae wash. Softy in her cooimg veiee Gwen - aged dolyne hissed into his ear: | ther reason why domestic fo | “Artie did the killing!” | fe getting to be « rare article | rtiie who?” queried ber non-| so many young married | plussed hero, gnashing the omds of) are investing their accumu-| his military moustache. | fn runabouts instead of Artillery!” she naively eaptaim-| ‘ed, as she sank fer the third time. loo TMany ‘Operations Right Medicine in Many Cases pes Better than the Surgeon’s nife. Tribute to Lydia E. Pink- m’s Vegetable Compound. Said Operation or Death—But Medicine Cured ml Des Moines, lowa.—“My hushand says I would | have been in my grave today had it not been for Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. I suf- fj fered from a serious female trouble and the doctors { said I could not live one year without an operation. Mi\\| My husband objected to the operation and had me i try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound. I ijj| 800n commenced to get better and am now well) and able to do my own housework. I can recom. mend Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound to any woman as @ wonderful health restorer.”—Mrs. | Braxcuz Jerrerson,703 Lyon St., Des Moines, Iowa, | Another Operation Avoided. | hmond, Ind.—“For two years I was so sick and weak from le troubles that when going “Dp stairs I had to go very slowly my hands on the steps, then sit down at the top to rest. The soto phe thought I should have an operation, and my friends sought I would not live to move into our new house. My daughter ked me to try Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound as she had it with good results. I did so, my weakness disappeared, [ in stre: moved into our new home, do all kinds of garden Fkoand raised huntireds of chickens and ducks. I cannot say) jough in praise of Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound.” —Mrs, D. Jouxsron, Route D, Box 190, Richmond, Ind. | Of course there are many serious cases that only a fica ration will relieve. We freely acknowledge but the above letters, and many others like them, y prove that many operations are recommended when ine in many cases is all that is needed. you want special advice write to Lydia E. Pinkham Medi- Co. (confidential) Lynn, Mass. Your letter will be opened, PEN LETTER T pad and answered by a woman and held in strict confidence. |; STAR—FRIDAY, SEPT. 7, 1917. PAGE 6 * ce Cooke, We didn’t go to war. The So, in that sense, it isn’t America’s war, just as when a burglar breaks into your house, de isn’t YOUR burglar; but you bat him over th Siead, just the same. You don't say to him, ‘@ really thing you'ré in the Wrong house. You ought to ba Purgling thet hous across the street; but since you're Reré, just tabe the ndver and (AB cRiliren, and please, if you must burn the house, leave the excavation, for t might want to re-build.” I know, too, that some people say that a de- fensive war is all right, but it's foolish and wicked to go fighting away over in Europe. That sounded pretty good at one time. I suppose it’s every man’s right just to stand on his own front doorstep and insist that the burglars go by on the other side of the street. But if your child is playing across the street er you send him on an errand and the burglar knocks him down and steps on his little face and dares you to send another child to get in his way while he’s burgling, then how do you feel about it? Don’t you begin to feel that it’s just about as safe and sensible to go after the burglar as to wait for him to come after you? Doesn't it jar the standing-on-the-steps policy a little bit? And then there are some people who say, yar came to us, “Well, Germany has shown that she wants peace | ‘Persuasive Peggy’ \ eee dred O THE RE Noted Poet, now, “Peace is what peace.” fo) o S@undgs good, doesn’t it? But lal’s go back to owr burglar again, @here he stands on the other side of the street. He has kicked the body «@ you chil eside and now stands with one foot om the Sreast 0@ @ Belgian woman and one on the neck of a French hahy, and he says, “1 want peace.” Behind him are the lmirning ruins of violated homes. fn his pockets are the savings of innocent peoples. In his tonty hands are weapons pointed at your heart and he says, ‘“l want peace.” s In so many words, he says, “I have accom- | plished my purpose, temporarily, and 1 want peace.” What do you think about it? Shall we say, “Go your way, beneficent burglar, and when you have récovered from the present unhappy scrap, when you have spent your loot and regained your breath, come to visit us again.” My dear Fellow, somehow I cannot quite see it that way. Let me proclaim to you that | am a Pacitist, a permanent Pacifist, but it seems to me that if Pacifism is to survive, we have got to beat and bind this burglar. When peace comes (and speed its day!) it must be a permanent peace, + not a trumped-up, temporary truce. mt Next Novel i “The Mess Mystery”) } | BY CAROLYN WELLS { we want, too, Let’s make Suddenly! with a swoop, reached out and lifted her to bi knees “Pegsy! You little sinner!” he laughed. “You've got the measure f your old Ed's heart, all right.” } His brows contracted. ' “Wish you He turned to view the land under| What could be better than a bed of ADERS OF T and Contributor he | HE STAR, to This Newspaper g7} You remember old Bill Shakespeare, don’t you? He had it about right: “Beware the en- trance to a quarrel, but being in, so bear it that 6 thy opponent will beware of thee.” . For 18 months we endured treachery and in- sult and assault. We kept out just as long as we® could, And then We didn’t go in to “avenge our hogor,” or for any other feeling of foolish pride. We went Yn because the time had come that either autocracy or democracy had to go out of business. For three years the bloody sword of Prussian- ism has waved over the world, proclaiming that might is right and that war is good and is God’s way in the world. This ign’t rhetoric. It is Prus- sian philosophy and Prussian fact. We are going to take that sword and beat it into a plow-share, or a pruning-hook, and When we hand it back, we'll return it vot to Wilhelm the Master, but to the Master of Wilhelm, German Hans. It’s the only thing to do and we're going to do it. LET’S ALL HELP SEE IT THRU. Sincerely yours, EDMUND VANCE COOKE. is | mannan had the measure of Dan Crowder’s || (Continwed From Our Last Issee) |don't mean to—sort o° think out | directly before it & tenth as well, You've set your CHAPTER XXXII loud without it. Thar's| He laughed now, Jocularly, and head to doing this thing, and ten | The case had been carried to] NY one safe on in this com:|sent a wink over her head toward thousand horses couldn't stop you nice Meer, “Saw. tavetid, peethed munity for @ secret, an‘ that's Ichy|the grinning group that had edged | Du! Jan’! oat you allve, pet.” up tn bed among his pillows, looRed up behind her = Be wee See Fase: te avely from husband to wife. Pessy shook her head. “Just how much land did y’ say?|/fot @ plan that'll stand all the Which gravity seemed to amuse Nobody but you would under an’ how many flowers?” he asked | Ww tt i Eee et pe Mg ib ae | Trowbridge as well aa to irritate) #t@2¢—s7 thetic understand,| baiting ber for his owm and the} ith a laugh that h a in it a sob) him e at i#, beforeha —— eooese % edd ee ee lb mse “ . — chy.” he| Ed won't Hout eighty ¢ sd pay f ORE er tn ht to " a ry here, Bs m 3 h be That é ciel 8 anen : [warm lps and arms and impas- out and say, ‘T a of Poxgy’s,!t Dimple? If you keep ‘t Ed long| “Eighty dollars! But ad eon ge | SS seni uemgened, Sed Pen geanes io ( Ota for the Redville Improvement So EEN inne se ee | back her in it, as td every-| “Ed's not a bit cross with me| “ety oahpersde mage thing el : ever, unless I'm on wh: With Mra. Trowbridge as presi Three days later, {n Squire “Its not ramk oe se!" cried |& ‘tangeng’ allout something. All dent an‘ secretary an’ committee an’| Benson's office, the deed for the| Porgy. the rest of the time he’s so loving membership an'-—treasurer jland. title proved end clear, was| Then p'r’aps you'll explain fust|and—so dear, and—asd I-1 Mike It'll have to be,” he rete placed in Peggy's hands, and the| what !t is," chaffed [chy Sam. | te be—loved { adly at hor diac |remaining seventy-five dollars in| eekes anu haa, to tat Bachelor Gam techy Gwe a mo| “Toe really a," cried Peggy,| Dan Crowder’s, The day atter that But,” Peggy expla if 1 tell, }ment on this marital confideace Chant want me to buy that land | Dan, from his show window, saw Ed won't give me the money.” | And it's all , hould. pay you eighty dollara for it? two men turning over the ground 4. “Youve . coal Tho Kleeful onlookers edged a|for Mrs. Trowbridge's flower-bed ihe seme i or ik rer |A grin overspread his jovial face. | | | | | that’s too n net sey lifte es disce and saw Trowbridge|posies at his door? And {t would about. She came home Bey lifted her head, breath-| oning toward his wife's automo-|be & creditable posy-bed; for what all excited because Dan You mean—" bile, brows drawn in questioning |ever Mrs. Ed did was done right—| Crowder had sold old Mrs. Emm “Yea,” he answered. “I've been &t the sight of it before Dan Crow. | Dan had always admitted this, even @ striped silk drets. Tr ay she|puttin’ birthday an’ Chrt der's door. Pegey saw him, too |!f grudgingly. But, as he watched went to Buftale on some myster-|money away ever sence I've laid kly she thrust a five-dollar bill his smile grew less, It was a rather fous errand, and went again{here, nigh 15 years now. 1 allus into Crowder’s hand, “To bind the | unusual preparation for a posy-bed; and Friday, rushing in|thought I'd use {t fer the good of Darkaln,” she cried crisply, and ran |!t began to look like an excavation ne all keyed up tothe comm in some way or|t, almest into her husband's | for a cellar 4 wanting five bum: | ‘nother. 1 b'lieve now's the Sms. A seventeen-by-fourteen-foot two: dred dollars ef me to do up Dam/|time ¢ do it. But my reason ts| A# the machine moved off, the | story, tworoom bullding—less than Crowder with. How? I'm yet to) because y’ want t’ take up arma loungers mado a stampede upon five hundred feet of floor space. It be told. “I let her hold me up for a ‘g’'in Dan Crowder want t' help yer neighbors and it's because y’ | couldn't be for a store—he had over [the telephones of the village, and| two thousand square feet on his two ‘are| inside of three minutes every one dress pattern for Mra w pitch in an’ do it. What|!® Redville knew about this latent | floors, and a light cellar and an out went on, “thinking nity 4a 1s & Moses|°*travagance of Mrs. Ed's house for supplies. Mrs. Trow- the mat It was not till after . and | bridge was too clever to start « néed the 4 to hitch up his pil-|the babies had been p o bed,\rival store that didn't meet his Peggy ra: wu atically | jows a litt and Mrs. Ed was sitting in her/| stock fully and a little more. holding out @ breadth of silk—an| “This money's t' be yours with| handsome living-room, readi that How much y’ askin’ for flower- inch-wide stripe of yellowish-brown | no strings on ‘t, ‘ceptin’ Just one—|the Consuming question was |beds this mornin’, Dan?” was a alternating with gobelin blue. an that's yer promise not t’ tell Ed| broached greeting that never failed to come "What do you th Sam | per a livin’ soul ‘bout yer plan till] “Where did you get the money?” | ‘fom some one. Ichy,” she cried, “for a a for t's 5 ut Dan| were his firet words. Dan laughed—outwardly. But, ar Mrs. Emmett to wear to Charlie's wedding—a Boston wedding, with Redville knew full well, Dan Crow. Pe tol im thi 3 all that ey told him this, and all that! dor wasn't the man to stand being blow os, ai y'| Sam Ichy had said, with the excer his old Harvard classmates for won't ever It if be seas ‘tition of a few diplomatic reserva | mado the butt of by any one, Mrs ushers? Charlio semt hor the) g.comin’.” |tlons, For a full minute her hus-| Trowbridge had put one over on money and wrote her to get a ‘be|” Raging to the side of the bed, he|bond sat still. Then he crew |Dan—but Dan had yet to come coming’ dress—tbat the bride's! leaned over and fished owt a soft|check-book and a fountain pen from | back. And it was this indeter mother was to wear ehiffow. Dan jeather pouch from between the|his pocket check, ang minate blow of Dan's this master Crowder rea! the letter, and right feather ticks, and laid it in Peggy's! placed tt stroke that might fall at any mo- on top of it he sold the greom's hands ? + gala Pe Mrs. Ed, that kept Redville mother this! And he knew better.| -Thar’s five hundred an’ thirty-| squander somebody's 1] excitement at fever pitch I could forgive him if he was stupid | tive dollars an’ seventy-five ce Besides occupying the strategic nts reckon it bad better be mine, about clothes, like Ed. But Dan's\in that bag.” said he. “Now, you|he grimly ‘position of storekeeper, Crowder & regular wizard about women's go ‘head— No, you wait a bit. I'll| Peggy looked at him oteadily was th litical boss of the county clothes—when it's to his interest |take th’ thirty-five dollars an’ sev-| “Ed, you want me to loye you! He had his servile henchmen, and to be. He knows this is a hideous pattern, even if Mrs. Emmett could carry it well. And with her five enty-five cents t' bet om you w I ought t’ git ‘nough out o’ Ed t way t’ stake us fer another ni foot-high and fourfoot broad) The “battle” began the following! physical maa. There was some-| Tho rivalry betwee iville and why!” She broke off tragically. | etternoon, thing sharp and menacing - in| Greencastle arated The three mea gazed silently at) Dan Crowder's well sekooled face| Peggy's voice that had tm {t no miles, was as that between ancient the offending silk. Peggy stood Im) could not quite hide his surprise appeal to the senses Athens and Sparta. Peggy had| the center of the room, flushed. /ag Mrs. Trowbridge sprang from| "Well? You do—don't you?” he|come from the township of Green excited, ne thought given to thé|ner automobile and tripped into his naked, After a moment: “You do,|castle, and, despite her popularity | the first place Picture she made, intent only on |store, She was the owe persom in| don't you, Peary convinciag her audience of Danith township who never traded| “With all the heart that yen'll let) And Dan Crowder knew this atti-| © Crowder'’s black guilt. with him—-and whom he disiiked|me have,” vouchsafed Pege tude of Redville’s. Trowbridge, watching —_wIth | gecordingly. “What do you mean by that?” Peggy laughed elfishly at her bus. prec Rd saw poor Sam Ichy's| “what o'n I do fer you today,| Peggy's eyes dropped again 1's fears of Dan, and perked her “ . Ws Mrs. Trowbridge?” he asked, with voice came in little Mutter h i] ucily—the busy little head. ; ‘There, now, Pegsy, sald he, even more than his usual suavity ie ry n't just know how to tell too full of its beautiful “visioa” to even Sam Ichy can't back you up| ‘The half-dozen chronic loafers! you—but—my heart's bigger some: see the gathering clouds. Her first | Which means that the case hasn't! winked at one another over the “to-|times than other times. When I|presage of defeat came at church even the ghost of a leg to stand on. | gay” and waited on the tiptoe of/got Mra, Emmett the dross, and{It w As for doing up Dan Crowder, it expectancy to hear Mrs. Trow-|planned for her to Wear your|house was begun. On the two would take more than five hundred | pridge's answer {mother’s Irish potat collar and/previous Sundays she had been dollars and a iittle girl ike you! “Fowers,” was her reply, with alcameo pie, why, my heart felt so|greeted with pleased exclamations: to work that miracle. No, sirree light Inugt bob! you don’t put om the mitts gyi self a Redville Improvermeat “T've constituted my-|big that I loved everybody more— | r mission now was to find out ith.| with my whole heart, don't you?” oad wn Mr r id hat! It was not the flank attack of a what purpose Mrs. Trowbridge 11."'| pretty wife om the w ~as of the |{Btended to put her new building S0-|even you and the babies.” | | | | elght | ——<—<—<<—<———— in Redville, was viewed as an allen.| than you do. | | s the third Sunday after her! come By the discovery that he, too, But om the third Sunday there| Dan's wet yor bea! were no admiring glances, mo Warm-| baad, umhappily. | World Renowned BUCK’S veer RANGE The Product of the Highest Skilled Union Labor in America BUCK’S renowned RANGES and HEATERS are made at a factory and sold at a store that recog- nizes the modern, progressive trend for “Fair” working conditions, hours and pay. A “FAIR” ARTICLE FROM the FACTORY to the HOME Your Old Stove Taken in Exchange mt This store is conducted on the S&-hour basis, business hours being from 9 a. m. to 6 p. m., including Saturdays. We ask the kindly cooperation of our patrons in helping to pre serve these hours. ‘M.A GOTTSTEIN FURNITURE CO. SEATTLE'S POPUL AR HOME FURNISHFRS | 24 d445ryes 1514 to 1520 Second Avenue, Near Pike 1 was a fool to let you go Into it, in| 1 know Dan better | What do you care bout the crowd of suckers, any- how—idiots that'll let t lying, thieving Dan Crowder set 'em up against the best Ittle girl in the world?” “But I @e care!” quavered Pegay. ‘That is, I—I want to care.” Her husband was silent, aver this business any longer. over | Y desired that Peggy should “want to car “There's Bo wey round it, pet; said her hus- “Yes,” said Peggy, tremulously, Dae's get me beat, all right—un- lems I cam think of something. But™ her voice rising stoutly going to think of something.” It was in the early hours of the moraing following upon the day) = at Peggy's house was completed. |"Wd," she shrieked, “Ed,” and EN, FURMAN shoes Pim forcibly from his slum- SPECIAL NOTICE bly te Raat Be ag & Ey, clety, and I want you to plamt the! Trowbridge settled back | " bis jy effusive greetings. Mrs. Trow “I suppose he's to be allowed to sien space out there betwoom the| chair. He had started to talk about | pridge was to be treated with the cheat your neighbors right end o ing robe with flowers. a Dan Crowder, and the talk had nar. defereace teat her husband's aer left! He hasn't an honest plece petwean rea Space out there” lay | rowed 4: to a persomal Issue b& | and bank account demanded of goods nor an honest can of stuff ‘e. Spee gr State Pike, about | tw hima and Peggy—as it always Peggy was openly bew!ldered in his store.” 80 feet from Crowder's door, and| did, somehow His § traversed Her eyes turned from one to an Her husband laughed & remaining piece of the old pike,|the flushed, partly beseeching face. | 110. in childish questioniag. She! “And you're to cure all this with | — — did not hear the sermon five hundred dollar Come, now pron JOSHPR LEURAN COMPANY «memnenem ce But the next day Joe Dowas, who you baw ee a © grown ’ came ostensibly to ask Instructions 2 to swallow that, do you?” || Sea N J A RY about the builéing, explained the She's surprised more'n three ttle 68 Newest Jewe ry tore || mystery. Pluckipg at bis Whlekems grown mes afore tis,” said Sam - -— | and looking at Pegey with fatherly Ichy. “You tell i want y’ intend compassiog, he blurted out doin’ with the mosey, [Xmple, and “Dan Crowder's got a pull here ta let us see.” Redville that ne age on @pth kin “But Ed’ll stop me from doing shake. I dom’t kyow what yer butld- ft, if I tell what it’s for. And if ho||®# 2) ing fer, But thar’s a pretty general a know, why, I may find a way ||} 2) feelin’ that it’s planned t’ sarcum even without his helping me 2 lm} vent Dan Crpwder—that yan @on't The twins ortied at this Peg | >| think Redville folks know ough t gian answer, but nay Peggy's Gus 5] 3} look out fer their own fterest an’ band He reached out a hand and 4 ©} are settin’ yerself up 's a guardeen drew heg to him. “Now, pretty girl, || &| Sterling Silver Table and Hollow Wars, =] t' look out for ‘em—th’ way they ypu want to get over this tangent we | Sheffield Plate 2) do fer epileptics an’ {fits® That aM Dun Crowder, Get on your|| | |/?Phe added dryly, “Dan's guve @m things: we've got to go.” He #| EVERYTHING of the VERY BEST QUALITY AND VALUE || that idea,” turned to the twins, “Joe Downs ||& All articles guaranteed as represented or money refunded. ¢||_ “I thought they liked me,” said Ie coming 4g fo over the plans@r || 3| =|| Peggy, in a low, strained’ voice the new bien.” 4 || “They—seemed t A swift look @at trom Sam Ichy || = osep eu n 0. &]| “An' they do,” sald Downs. “They to Peggy. &|\do, Mrs, Trowbridge. Thar ain't “You take Ichy Sam with you - = _ ——- any one in th’ place that Dan Ed, and I'll stay a while and talk Mr. Jos. Leudan has been engaged in the wholesale Jowelry | souldn't ese ' , * they ; wh, Ue Tenner ae Pee e 2e Sap Senos couldn't egg ‘em on t’ thinkin’ they © Sam Ichy,” said she | aanures purchasers full value at ail times || disiiked—ceptin’ Sam why, 0! Alone with Sam Ichy, Peggy — ————____ course.” broke forth Nie | re) 1222 SECOND AVENUE That evening, after watching 8 & good plan, Sam Ichy, Spaie'a “ete - " “Wait,” sald Sam Ichy. “Y'know sometimes tell things when at —_ arms, 1 LEUDAN COMPANY ————eet | “I'm not going to let you worry fe) ber. Yake ap! Wake up! I've four a way-—oh, sueh an éasy way! And tem thousand Dan Crow ders oan’t béewt me now!” “You're sure you're not dre ing?” he asked, fully belbeving that she was “Ne,” she cried, ecstatically. “I’m awake-—wide—wide—wide awake. Oh, darling, kiss me, kiss me!” she sobbed, and broke {tito a storm of tears—-af? encouraging symptom to her husband; for tears were a lux- ury that Peggy did not indulg® in till the last hurdle was safely be- hind her, But at nearly the same hour Dan Crowder was assuring Mrs. Crow- der: “A million smart-Alec Peggy Pat- tons can’t feaze your humbl@ser- vant now, The minx’s goin’ get what's comin’ t’ her good an’ plenty, A mine's goin’ t' explode under her feet that'll knock th’ uplift business so tar out o’ her she'll never fi ‘t again, She's tackled one t many when she started in on Dan Crowder.” (Continued In Our Next issue) Awaiting you, and tucked back eway from the noise of the street, and the din and commotion of the onteide world, where light, airiness and ideal studying piping o a @ course in ethics so prac- eo comprehensive and eo far-reaching tha your future will bes @plendid success, We have graduat: ge et 100 © $3000 per year. 4 we've been organized thee yearte It's the ne vt @ prec- tioal way. 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