The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 31, 1919, Page 16

THE SEATTLE STAR—SATURDAY, MAY 81,1919. Copyrtant. by Mary Roberts Rinehart (Continued From Yesterday) in his voles, when he dealt with She gared at him thoughtfully, He| children. All his severity did not Missed something out of her eyes.) it the sort of luminous, wistful look "Get along with you, Bill! Last ‘With Which she had been wont to sur | bell's rung.” Wey his greatness. Measured by this! As the boy ran off, K.'s eyes fel Rew glance, so clear, so appraising, on what he had written on the ee he shrank back into the chair ment. At a certain part of his ca “The man who did his best is quite reer, the child of such a neighbor e real, You have always done your) pood as the Street “cancels” names. Hut the other ts a part of you, too, it as he whittles his school desk or Max. Even if I cared, I would not tries to amoke the long dried fruit @are to run the risk.” of the Indian cigar tree, So K, read Under the window rang the sharp | in chalk on the smooth street ofa city patrol wagon. [t rum sf Max Wilson M age. es e ce thru the gates back to the court yard, where its continued clamor! Sidney Page Love. » SuUMMoned white-coated orderties. The childish scraw! stare » at S_An operating room case, probal him tmpudently, @ sacred . eo Se @iiney, chin lifted, listened carefully. | fanod by the day, K. sto eae it was a case for her, the ele |jooked at it. The 4 Vator would go up to the operating | singing, but now It SESS worea policeman’s uniform which a was to her a call to battle. The light was gone from K.'s sensitive nostrils quivered; her again. After the Gtreek Poung figure stood erect, alert meant for him not so much home “*Tt has gone up!” ft meant Sidney. And now, before ° e She took a step toward the door, | very jong, that book of his life, like | Resitated. came back, and put 4 Nsht orners, would have to be closed ieee On bis shoulder. | He turned and went heavily into e “I'm sorry, dear Max.” Eiaihe had kissed him lightly on the |e little house % before he knew what she in Christine called to him from her to do. So passioniess was the front balcony: “I thought I heard é caress that, perhaps more than |Your step outside. Have you time ing else, it typified the change }t© come out?” their relation. K. went thru the parlor and stood PWhen the door closed behind her, |!" the long window, His steady eyes Phe saw that she had left her ring on | !eoked down at her Mihe arm of his chair, He picked it) “I see very little of you now,” she Tt wae? still warm from her fin. complained. And, when he did not He held it to his lips with a| reply immediately: “Have you made ck gesture. In all his successful any definite plans, K.?* life he had never before felt} “I shall do Max's work until he ts Ditterness of failure. Tie very able to take hold again. After rs ith of the little ring hurt. that Why hadn't they let him die? He! “You will go away i (t want to live—he wouldn't live!) “I think so. I am getting a good os cared for him! He would— | many letters, one way and another His eyes, lifted from the ring, fell I suppose, now I'm back in harness itn the red glow of some roses that |I'll stay. My old place is clowed. I'd ee that morning from the girl | go back there—they want me. But ft ¥ had refused him a year ago. | seems so futile, Christine, to leave as B im the half, light they glowed |I did, because I felt that I had no i fiery color right to go on as things were; and ring was in his right hand. now to craw! back on strength of h th the left he settled his collar| ing :ny hand forced, and to take up soft silk te things again, not knowing that I've >? ef © * * © — *\@ bit more right to do it than when I 7K. saw Carlotta that evening for | left!’ last time. “I went to see Max yesterday. You id not sit down at first; but, know what he thinks about all that ing that her standing kept). He took an uneasy turn up and ‘on his feet, she sat finally. Evi-| down the balcony ly she found it hard to speak But who?" he demanded. “Who were to come,” K. encour-| would do such a thing? I tell you her, “to see if we couldn't plan | Christine, it isn't possible.” thing for you. Now, I think! She did not pursue the subject got it.” | Her thoughts had flown ahead to the if it's another hospital—and 1) little house without K., to days with Want to stay here, in the city.”| out his steps on the stairs or the fou like surgical work, don't heavy creak of his big chair overhead aM as he dropped into it don't care for anything else.” | But perhaps it would be better if pre we settle this, I'd better|he went. She had her own life to you what I'm thinking of. You live. She had no expectation of hap of course, that I closed my | piness, but, somehow or other, she “pit I—a series of things hap-| must build on the shaky foundation and I decided I was in the/of her marriage a house of life, with business. That woulin'¢ be/ resignation serving for content, per. excopt for what it leads | hapa with fear lurking always. That B They are trying to persuade me|she knew. But with no active mis- ) mo back, and—I'm trying to per-|ery. Misery implied affection, and gale myself that I'm fit to co back.| her love for Palmer was quite dead tone was deter-| “Sidney will be here this after “my faith in my-| noon.” “Good! His tone was non-commit one loses that, there isn't; tal left.” “Has it occurred to you, K., that fou had been very successful.” Sidney is not very happy?” did not look up. | He stopped in front of her. ell, 1 had and [ hadn't. I’m not; “She's had « great anxiety.” to worry you about that. My| “She has no anxiety now. Max is ia that: We'll just try to forget doing well.” bout Schwitter’s and all the) “Then what is it?” and if I go back I'll take you! “I'm not quite sure, but I think I the operating room.” | know, She's lost faith in Max, and u sent me away once!” | she’s not like me. I-—I knew about ‘ell, I can ask you to come back, | Palmer before I married him. I got If He smiled at her encour} letter. It's ail rather hideous— eighiahe e eer Just one of a hundred or more tense situations Max Wilson and myself?" ding. But Sidney has more charac ‘I understand. ter than I have. Max isn't what she “D you think you are taking! thought he was, and I doubt whether id | she'll marry him.” “Byery one makes mistakes now| kK. glanced toward the street where ‘ then, and loving women have | Sidney's name and Max's lay open n Mistakes since the world be-)to the sun and to the smiles of the | Most people live in g14a8) Street. Christine might be right, but Miss Harrison. And don’t) that did not alter things for him ee any mistake about this: peo- Harriet was abroad. She had sent D ple can always come back. No depth | cards from Paris to her “trade.” 3 too low. All they need is the will) go K. lunched alone, and ate little. wer After luncheon he fixed a broken 5 He smiled down at her. She had|jroning-stand for Katie, and in re ae armed with confession. But/turn she pressed a pair of trousers offer he made was too alluring.|/for him. He had it in mind to ask 5 Meant reinstatement, another | sidney to go out with him in Max's S) hance, when she had thought every-|car, and his most presentable suit thing was over. After all, why | was very shabby @hould she damn herself? She would! «tm thinking,” sald Katie, when BO back. She would work her fin-|sne brought bo. ger malls off for him She would up over her arm and pa d them Se se aa A serial novel by Louis Joseph Vance beginning the pressed garments getting mighty thin.” 1 take a duster along in case of accident,” he promised her; “and a tomorrow I'll order a suit, Katie CHAPTER XXIX | “I'll believe it when I see it,” said | Late September had come, with the| id heh the atnieé. «Homes fool Btreet, after its summer indolence| |) “neste faking up the burden of the year.|)% moman Lote 3 ery ges ile thos AU 830 and at 1 the school bell called |COmP? ID Tinight ene - aba P ec: 5 5 ie children, Little girls in pigtails,|"' PAY her rent, and she'll take : @arrying freshly sharpened, pencils, 7°" sult away in her pocketbook went primly towsrd the school, gath.|—“* noe to pay an inetall ering, comet fashion. tail of un . ® pe s two new S willing brothers ax they went , ¥ since you came| DA Wttle later, K., coming up the |" Street Aw he had that first day, heard T promise it, i | the barytone singing Show it to me , , ia the hunter, home from the nit, | On" pe om " fe the sailor, home f m ing up anything you drop! x Home! Why, this was home. The| *!dney came home at half past Sy Mireet seened to stretch out its arms ;*¥--came delicately flushed, as if Beseerscecera sats A Story Packed With Action fad touched them. Christine sat! “Mle the child! she "gewing on the balcony. A boy with| “There's no need to ask how he a ot chalk was writing some-|t0d4y. You're all one smile.” on the new cement under the| The *mile set Just a trifle He stood back, head on one| “Katie, some one has written my Taide, when he had finished, and in-|4™Me out on the street, in chalk : his work. K. caught him up|!t'* with Dr, Wilson's, and it looks | ‘om bebind, and, swinging him|\*°? *!! Please go out and sweep| around jit off.” Hey!’ he said, severely. “Don't| “!'m about erazy with their old know better than to write all| halk Ml do it after a while.” | Over the street? What'll [ do to you?| “P do it now. I don't want you to a policeman?” any one to see it Is—is Mr, K,| "” *Aw, lemme down, Mr. kK.” | 8 | =) “Yow tell the boys that if I find| when she learned that K ©) this street scrawled over any more,|W45 upstairs, oddly enough, she did _ the pienic’s off.” not go up at once. She stood in “Aw, Mr. K.!" the lower hall and listened. mean it. Go and spend some| Christine, looking in trom her that chalk energy of yours in|balcony, saw her there, and, seeing n something in her face that she had He put the boy down. There was!never suspected, put her hand to| certain tenderness in his hands, as (Continued om Page 17 alain