The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 19, 1919, Page 4

IG TiMB launch lay heavily in the «The canoe, rising and cling on the crest of each wave, was pied forward a fow feet at a time, the run of the gea faster than d motorboat, So now only -odd feet separated them, could come no nearer, for was abeam and slowly the'man stoop and stand ‘® coll of line in his hand. @asped, for he stepped on n and plunged overboard 1, arching dive, A sec- head showed glistening @ gray water, and he swam . with a slow, overhand seemed an age—altho the fal ifinte waa briet enough—before preached her. She saw then that ‘Was method in his madness, for strung out behind him, fast & cleat on the launch. He lala canoe and rested a few ing; smiling broadly at ie eo that whopping wave put me amission,”” he said at last. had you ashore by now. for @ minute.” the line fast to a thwart . Holding fast with one a the swamped canoe Jaunch. In that continuous No éasy task to get Stella they managed ft, and Bhe sat shivering in the Bit, watching the man spill the ‘of the Peterboro till it rode again. Then he went to ‘is engine methodically, dry the ignition terminals, all @rigus connections where mois- F-Could cffect a short circuit. At nd of a few minutes, he turned starting crank. The multiple lars.fired with a roar, EMoved back behind the wrecked leld where the steering gear L. Miss Ship-Wrecked Mar- “sald he lightly, “where do you to be landed?" ee | there r Eg eile i COPYRIGNT BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR AVTHOR OF “NORTH OF FIFTY-THREE cameo and wholly pleasing. He was almost as big-bodied as Jack Fyfe, and full four inches taller, The wet shirt clinging close to his body out: lined well knit shoulders, ropy-mus- cled arms. He could have posed for a Viking, so strikingly blond was he, with fair, curly hair, She judged that he might be around thirty, yet his face was altogether boyish, Sitting there beside him, shivering in her* wet clothes, she found herself wondering what magnetic quality could be about a man that focussed a woman's attention upon him, whether she willed it or no. Why should she feel an oddly-dis- turbing thrill at the mere physical nearness of this fair stranger? She did. There was no debating that. And she wondered—wondered if a bolt of that lightning she had dreaded ever since her marriage, was about to strike her now. She hoped not. All her emotions had lain fallow. If Jack Fyfe had no power to stir her— and she told herself Jack had so falled, without asking herself why— then some other man might easily accomplish that, to her unutterable grief. She had told herself many a time that no more terrible ’ plight could overtake her than to love and be loved and sit with bands folded, foregoing it all. She shrank from so tragic an evolution. It meant only rein, the ache of unfulfilled, unat- tainable desires. If, she reflected cynically, this man beside her stood for such a motif in her life, he might better have left her out in the swarnped canoe. hile she sat there, drawn-faced wil the cold, thinking rather amazedly these things which she told herself she had no right to think, the launch slipped into the quiet nook of Cougar Bay and slowed down to the float, , Monohan helped her out, threw off | the canoe’s painter, and climbed) back {nto the launch, “You're as wet as I am,” Stella said. ‘Won't you come up to the house and get a change of clothes? I haven't even thanked you.” “Nothing to be thanked for,” he smiled up at her. “Only please re- member not to get offshore in a canoe again. I mightn’t be handy the next time—and Roaring Lake's as fickle as your charming sex. All smiles one minute, storming the next. No, I won't stay this time, thanks. A little wet won't hurt me. I wasn't in the water long enough to get chilled, you know. I'll be home in half an hour. Run along and get dressed, Mrs. Fyfe, and drink some- thing hot to drive that chill away. Good-by.” Stella went up to the house, her hand tingling with his parting grip. Over and above the peril she had escaped rose an uneasy vision of a Sreater peril to her peace of mind. ‘The platitudes of soul-affinity, of ir- resistible magnetic attraction, “}her, nothing that he said or did, {such experience, He s merely some elusive, personal attri. Dute. She had never undergone any and she puzzled over it now. A chance stranger, and his touch could make her pulse teap. It filled her with astonished dismay. Afterward, dry-clad and warm, sitting in her pet chair, Jack Junior cooing at her from a nest among cushions on the floor, the natural re- action set in, and she laughed at her- self. When Fyfe came \home, she told him lightly of her rescue. He said nothing at first, only sat drumming on his chair-arm, his ey steady on her. J , “That might have cost you your Ufe,” he said at last. “Will you re- member not to drift offshore again?” “I. rather think I shall,” she re sponded. “It wasn’t a pleasant ex- nce.” “Monohan, eh,” he remarked, after another interval. “So he’s on Roar- ing Lake again?” “Do you know him?” she asked. “Yes,” he repliec briefly, For a minute or so longer he sat there, his face wearing its habitual impassiveness. Then he got up, kissed her with a queer sort of in- tensity, and went out. Stella gazed after him, mildly surprised. It wasn’t quite in his usual manner. CHAPTER XV. A Resurrection It might have been a week or so later that Stella made a discovery which profoundly affected the whole HERE IS A CHANCE TO BUY 10 LOTS IN WEST SEATTLE ‘For Less Than the Market Price Lots 9, 10, 11, 12, 18, 14, 15, 16 and the south 40 feet of Lots 8 and 17, Block No. 15, Fauntleroy Scenic Addition. Lots are 50x127 feet. pavement, Go out and look this property over see if $200 per lot is not a bargain—will sell on One block from Are You Interested in a Highly . Improved Yakima Apple Orchard? if 80, I have one of the best 17-acre highly improved nmercial Apple Orchards, located. near Zillah, th. Trees are 12 years old, best variety of apples; should be not less than 4,000 boxes of apples year. There is a good team of horses, three ‘milch cows, all kinds of chickens, turkeys and a ete outfit of farm implements, including a $400 r sprayer. Price $12,000, half cash, balance easy 1 ‘devote most of my time on Yakima Valley irri- d fruit and alfalfa lands and have a large and ex- ve listing of places from five acres to 500. J. R. PRIGMORE Phone Main 3762 current of her thought, The long twilight was just beginning. She was curled on the living-room floor, playing with the baby, Fyfe and Charlie Benton sat by a window, smoking, conversing, as they fre quently did, upon certain phases of the timber industry, A draft from an open window fluttered some sheet music down off the piano rk, and Stella rescued it from Jack Junior's tiny, clawing hands. Some of the Abbeys had been there the evening before, One bit of music was a song Linda had tried to sing and given up because it soared above her vocal Tange. Stella rose to put up the music. Without any premeditated idea of playing, she sat down at the piano and began to run over the ac companinent. She could play pass- ably. “That doesn't seem so very hard,” she thought aloud. Benton turned at wound of her words. ‘ “Say, did you never get any part of your voice back, Stell?" he asked. “T never hear you try to sing.” eed “No,” she answered. “I tried and tried Jong after you left home, but it was always the same old story, I haven't sung « note in five years.” ‘Linda fell down hard on that song last night,” he went on. “There was a time when that wouldn't have been a starter for you, eh? Did you knew Stella used to warble like a prima donna, Jack?” Fyfe shook his head. “Fact. The governor spent a pot of money cultivating her voice. It was some voice, too. She—” He broke off to listen. Stella was humming the words of the song, her fingers picking at the melody instead of the accompaniment. “Why, you can," Benton cried. “Can what?" She turned on the stool. “Sing, of course. You got that high trill that Linda had to screech thru. You got it perfectly, without effort.” “TI didn’t,” she returned. wasn't singing, just over.” “Why, I humming it EAfie “You let out a link or two on those high notes just the same, whethe you knew you were doing it or not,” her brother returned impatiently “Go on. Turn yourself loose, Sing that song.” ‘Oh, 1 couldn't,” Stella said rue- fully. “I haven't tried for so long. It's no use. My voice always cracks. and I want to ery.” “Crack fiddlesticks!” Benton re torted, “I know what it used to be. Believe me, it sounded natutal, even if you were just lilting. Here," He came over to the piano and playfully edged her off the stool. “I'm pretty rusty,” he said, “But I can fake what I can't play of this. It's stnple enough. You stand up there and sing.” She only stood looking at him. “Go on,” he commanded, “I be lieve you can sing anything. You have to show me, if you can't.” Stella fingered the sheets reluctant- ly. Then she drew a deep breath and began. It was not a difficult selection, merely a bit from a current light opera, with a closing passage that ranged a trifle too high for the ordinary untrained voice to take witn ease. Stella sang it effortlessly, the last high, trilling notes pouring out as sweet and clear as the carol of a lark, Benton struck the closing chord and looked up at her. Fyfe leaned forward in his chair, Jack Junior, among his pillows on the floor, waved his arms, kicking and gurgling. “You did pretty well on that,” Charlie remarked complacently. “Now sing something. Got any of your old pieces?” “I wonder if I could?" Stella mur- mured. “I'm almost afraid to try.” She hurried away té¢ some outlying part of the house, reappearing in a few minutes with a dog-eared bundle of sheets in her hand. From among these she selected three and set them on the rack. pe (Continued in Monday's Star) Copyright, 1916, by Littie, Brown & Co. All rights reserved. THERE 1s one family of feath- ered friends which bothers Peter it more than another, it is the Warbler family, ‘So many of them come together, and they are so ever- lastingly on the move, that a fellow doesn't have a chance to look at one long enough to recognize him,” he cemplained to Jenny Wren. It waa an early spring morning, and the Old Orchard was fairly alive with lit- tle birds no bigger than Jenny her- self. as they were! were they still. Peter watched them flitting from tree to tree and twig to twig, dart- ing out into the air and back again, and all the time keeping up an end- leas chattering, mingled with little snatches of song. No sooner would Peter fix his eyes on one than an- other wholly different in appearance would take his place. Only occasion- ally would he see one that he recognized. Usually this was one which would stay for the nesting sea- son. But the majority of them would stop for only a day or two, being bound farther north, to make their summer homes. Jenny Wren did not seem to look upon them wholly with favor. Per. haps she was a little bit envious. You see, compared with the bright colors of some of them, Jenny was ‘ery plain, small person indeed. Then, too, there were so many of them, and they were so busy catch- ing all kinds of small worms and in- sects that perhaps Jenny was a little fearful that they would not leave enough for her to get her own meals easily, “I don't see what they stop here for," scolded Jenny, “They could Just as well go somewhere else, where they would not be taking the food out of the mouths of honest folks who are here to stay all sum- mer, Did you ever in your life see such uneasy people? They don't keep still an instant. It makes me Not for an instant RNTON W. (Copyright, 1919, by T. W. Burgess) The Warblers Arrive And such restless little folks | tired, actually tired, just to watch them.” For the life of him Peter couldn't help chuckling, You know, Jenny Wren herself is a very restless, un- easy person. As tor Peter, he was thoroly enjoying this visit of the Warblers, despite the fact that he ‘was having no end of trouble try- Ing to tell who was who. “Wouldn't it be fun if they could all stay here?” aaked Peter. “Wouldn't it be fun if they could all stay here?” asked Peter. “I would Just love to have them; then I might Bet better acquainted with them.” “No, it wouldn't be fun,” retorted Jenny Wren. “There are people enough living in the Old Orchard now, goodness knows. If any more come, some of us will have to move out, The Warbler family is one of the nicest families I know of, but on the whole, I'm rather giad that most of them go farther north to nest. I guess they're needed up there to keep the trees clear of insects more than they are needed here. Hello! Bohan tu Zee-Zee, Probably he'll stay.” Next story: Zee-Zee the Redstart, PETER Sees a Giant BY THE STORY LADY Peter decided to explore the tim- ber at the back of the pasture, so grandma put him up a lunch and he went down the lane and across the pasture, thru the timber to the little creek. He found some violets for Aunt Grace and a curious little shell for grandma, He dug him a deep well in the sand and made him a bridge out of a log. He chased a saucy squirrel ,up a tree and played he was Daniel Boone, escaping from the Indians by means of a grape vine swing, He noticed with a start that it was growing dark in the timber, so he batartea home. An owl hooted and a dog barked away off, or was it a wolf? He looked up just as he jas al- most out of the timber, and standing right by the path there appeared to be in the dusk a horrible creature— 4& cross between a crocodile and a lion, jaws wide open. Peter's hair rose on his head. But the brush was thick and the path was the only way out, He didn't really belleve in terrible creatures Ike that, so he pulled his cap down over his eyes and made a dash for safety. Once out in the sunlight, he turned and looked back. His giant was made by a broken tree trunk, covered with ivy. “Did-you have a good time?" asked grandma when he got home. “Hivery minute,” said Peter. —HELEN CARPENTER MOORE. After a man has lived In one neigh- borhood 40 years. von can't tell him anything, GERMAN CHIEFS TO MAKE TALKS Bauer and Mueller Will Out- line Plans By CARL D. GROAT United Press Correspondent BERLIN, July 18.—(Delayed.)— Chancellor Bauer and Foreign Min- ister Mueller are to make “a program of speeches” next week, in which they will tell the world what Ger- many expects to do within and with- out her boundaries, now that peace is here. It is believed these speeches will carry some appeal to America, altho there.is a disposition in some quar- ters to warn the government against the danger of a “one-sided” foreign policy, Instead it is urged that Ger- many should adépt a policy seeking to restore friendly relations with all nations, Both speakers are expected to reit- erate their solemn assurances of the past that the new Germany intends! to adhere fully to the peace treaty. The trend of recent thought within Germany, however, makes it appear likely there will be some hints ask- ing Germany's early admittance to the league Of nations. Renewed sug- gestions also are expected with an aim of obtaining further alterations in the peace terms. “CHOPS HIS HAND While chopping wood at his home at Three Tree Point, Friday, Scott I, Wallace nearly severed the index finger of his left hand, He was brought to the City hospital in an au- tomobile and the finger patched up, ay NOW HERE A —in a drama of high society. Luxury of setting and power of millions are in this story of today. A rich man covets another’s So he hires Dor- othy to bring about an wife. LTON estrangement, in original ‘ “OTHER MEN'S _ WIVES” But Dorothy hap- pens to fall in love with the husband she is vamping. Can .. you imagine a.more set of complications? Neither can we. Bill Tel BY BILL HART (Famous movie hero in boyland.) Courage — justifiable courage — is God-given, boys. When you buck the game of life you've got to have real courage and never-say-die grit. Don't quit, Be like the English bulldog, In my opinion, the English bull- dog is the most courageous being either among animals or mankind He possesses those great elements that go with courage. He is docile and kind and loves children, I once owned a dog of this sort of whom I was very fond. He is now buried on a bluff overlooking the Pa- cific ocean. At the head of his little grave is a plain board slab with the Is Boys About ‘Him in His Talk on Courage and Grit inscriptio me much,” And those are my sentiments. He did teach me a whole lot. He was kind, gentle and loyal. But, when it came to courage he was unbeatable, He knew no fear. When he was 10 years old, blind and rheumatic, it would take all the strength of my right arm and a stout chain to keep him from giving battle to his enemy by inheritance—the bull. He seemed to sense the direction of the herd. Altho he could not see he would fairly dig up the ground try- ing to get at them, Yet I have seen this same dog snapped at and bitten by smaller dogs until the blood flowed from cuts in his body, And “One who in life taught League Market to Open Here Monday Two hundred crates of apricots, 60 crates of peach plums, 500 boxes of yellow peaches and 140 boxes of new apples will be for sale at the opening of the Homekeepers’ League market, at Second ave. and Virginia st., Mon- day. Monday will witness the league ac- | tually putting its market plan into operation, and it will be watched |closely, especially on Western ave. |A carload of fruit has been obtained land will be sold at prices below ; those being asked on lotal markets now. RIVET HITS EYE Sam Rae, 27, a rivet passer at Skinner & Eddy's yards, was struck jin the left eye by a hot rivet and jase result may lose the sight of that eye. He was taken to the Seattle General hospital, Seattle Tar Loses Papers in Buffalo BUFFALO, N. Y., Jyly 19,—But- falo police are today looking for n wallet containing some money, a railroad ticket and navy discharge papers belonging to Lee A. Ballah, discharged sailor of Seattle, who lost them while en route to his home from New York city. Until the wallet {s found Ballah will be taken care of by the local police. Lou Had Too Much . “Pep” in His Cider Louis Lawrence, manager of the Half Moon Bottling works, whole- sale purveyor of cider, will be tried Monday afternoon, Louis was ar- rested Friday efternoon on a charge of having too much pep in his fluids, His cider tested 4.14 per cent alcohol, He was released on $100 bail, yet he would not harm them. He would just set himself and look at them, confident in his mighty strength until they seemed to be- come awed and ashamed, and they would slink away. This to my mind is the example of real courage, A coward tackles the weak, the brave only go after the strong. (Signed) BILL HART, Unsightly pimples and blemishes on the face are sure signs that the skin blood need the and strengthening action o! 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