The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 31, 1919, Page 9

THE SEATTLE STAR—THURSDAY, JULY 81, 1919. BIG ‘CIMBER coPprrRiacn BY BERTRAND AVTHOR' OF “NORTH From Yesterday) tore the envelope open. It was in the way of a letter, ‘Of lines scrawled across a sing. Here's hoping with you.—Jack.” Jack Fyte walk opt of her months ago without a back- sturdily, silently, uncom- He hadn't whined; he now,—only flinging a of the blank spaces s| town; it had been hers. transformed into a ta of blue, Stella was S-type singing a special engagement in a local vaudeville house that boasted a “big time” bill. She had stepped up. ‘The silvery richness of her voice had carried her name already beyond lo- cal boundaries, as. singing master under whom she studied prophesied it would. In proof the.eof she re- ceived during April a feminine com- mittee of two from Vancouver bear. ing an offer of $300 for her appear- ance in a series of three concerts un- der the auspices of the Woman's Mu- sical club, to be given in the ball- room of Vancouver's new million-dol- lar hostelry, the Granada. The date was mid-July, She took the offer un- der advisement, promising a decision in 10 days, ‘The money tempted her; that was her greatest need now,—not for her Gaily bread, but for an accumulated fund that would enable her to reach ,| New York and ultimately Europe, If that seemed the most direct route to her goal. She had no doubts about reaching it now. Confidence came to abide with her. She throve on work: and with increasing salary, her fund grew. Coming from any other source, she would have accepted this further augmentation of it without hesitation, since for a comparative beginner, it was a liberal offer. But Vancouver was Fyfe’s home Many peo ple knew her; the local papers would feature her. She did not know how Fyfe would take it; she did not even know {ff there had been any open talk of their separation. Money, she felt, was a small thing beside open- ing old sores. For herself, she was tolerably indifferent to Vancouver's social estimate of her or her acts. F Save baking hours — and go on a picnic ee. ‘ F@® with the children es d” on a stove or a range, a few time. ad it you could, t would cost you ) than you pay for it. ure picnic. ¢ time baking day comes, put out the fire off the gas and take the children to the baking. Phone the grocer and order ‘send a loaf of RTER’S ERICAN-MAID BREAD isrenh he Sm You will find it crisp, firm have that made smoothly and the difference. will cure you and delicious. from the and aw OF FIFTY-THREE Nevertheless, so long as she bore Fyfe's name, she did not feel free to) make herself a public figure there without his sanction. So she wrote to him in some detail concerning the} offer and asked point-blank if it mat tered to him, His answer came with uncanny Promptness, as if every mail connec. tion had been made on the minute. “If it is to your advantage to sing | here,” he wrote, “by all means ac-| cept. Why should it matter to me? I would even be glad to come and hear you sing if I could do so with out stirring up vain longings and useless regrets. As for the other con siderations you mention, they are of no weight at all. I never wanted to keep you in a glass case. Even if all were well between us, I wouldn't have any feeling about your singing | in public other than pride in your | ability to command public favor with your voice. It's a wonderful voice, too big and fine a thing to remain obseure.—Jack.” He added, evidently as an after thought, a somewhat lengthy post- script: “I wish you would do something next month, not as a favor to me particularly, but to ease things along for Charlie and Linda. They are genuinely in love with each other. I can see you turning up your little nose at that. I know you've held a rather biased opinion of your bro- ther and his works since that unfor- tunate winter. But it doesn't do to be too self-righteous. Charlie, then, was very little different from any rather headlong, self-centered, red. blooded youngster. I'm afraid I'm ex- pressing myself badly. What I mean is that while he was “drifting then into a piggy muddle, he had the sense to take a brace before his lapses became vices. Partly because —I've flattered myself—I talked to him ike a Dutch uncle, and partly use '# cast too much in the clean-cut mold that you are, to Jet his natural passions run clean | away with him. He'll always be more or less a profound egotist. But he'll be a good deal more of a man than you, perhaps, think. “I never used to think much of these matters. I suppose my own failure at a thing in which I was cocksure of success has made me a bit dubious about anybody I care for starting so serious an undertaking as marriage under any sort of handicap. I do like Charlie Benton and Linda Abbey. They are marrying in the face of her people's earnest attempt to break it up. The Abbeys are hope- lessly conservative. Anything in the nature of our troubles aired in pub- Me would make it pretty tough sled- ding for Linda. As it stands, they are consenting very ungracefully, but as a matter of family pride, intend to give Linda a big wedding. “Now, no oné outside of you and me and—well you and me—knows that there is a rift tn our lute. I haven't been quizzed—naturally. It got about that you'd taken up voice culture with an eye to opera as a counteracting influence to the grief ply until things shaped themselves posi- tively. Once these two are married, they have started—Abbey pere and mere will then be unable to frown on Linda's contemplated alliance with a family that’s produced a divorce case. “I do not suppose you™will take any legal steps until after those con- | ritated you. of brute generally. certs. Until then, please keep up the fiction that the house of Fyfe stilt stands on & solid foundation—e myth that you've taken no measures to since you left. When it does come, it will be a sort of explosion, and 1’4 rather have {t that way—one amazed yelp from our friends and the newspapers, and it’s over. “Meantime, you will receive an in- vitation to the wedding. I hope you'll accept. You needn't have any com- Punctions about playing the game. You will not encounter me, as I have my hands full here, and I’m notori- | ous In Vancouver for backing out of functions, anyway. It is not impera- tive that you should do this. It's merely a safeguard against a bomb from the Abbey fortress. “Linda is troubled by a belief that ‘upon small pretext they would be very nasty, and she naturally doesn’t W. SINCLAIR want any friction with her folks, They have certain vague but highly material ambitions for her matrimo- nially, which she, a very sensible girl, doesn’t subscribe to. Shé's a very shrewd and practical young person, {for all her whole-hearted passion for your brother, I rather think she pretty clearly guesses the breach in |Our rampart—not the original mis take in our over-hasty plunge—but the wedge that divided us for good. If she does, and I'm quite sure she does, she is certainty good stuff, be cause she is most loyally your cham, pion. I say that because Charlie had a tendency this spring to carp at your desertion of Roaring Lake. Things aren't going any too good with us, one way arfd another, and of course, he, not knowing the real reason of your absence, couldn't un derstand why you stay away. I had to squelch him, and Linda ebetted me successfully, However, that's be side the point. I hope I haven't tr: I'm such a dumb sort I don't know what imp of prolixity got into my pen. I've got it all off my chest now, or pretty near!—J, H. F.” Stella sat thoughtfully gazing at the letter for a long time. “I wonder? she said aloud, and the sound*of her own voice galvan ized her into action, She put on a coat and went out into the mellow spring sunshine, and walked till the aimless straying of her feet carried her to a little park that overlooked the far reach of the sound and gave westward on the snowy Olympics, thrusting hoary and aloof to a per. fect sky, like thelr brother peaks that ringed Roaring Lake, And all the time her mind kept turning on a question whose asking was rooted neither in faet nor necessity, an in- quiry born of a sentiment she had never expected to feel. Should she go back to Jack Fyfe? She shook her head impatiently when she faced that squarely. Why tread the game bitter road again? But she put that self-interested phase of it aside and asked hervelf can didly if she could go back and take up the old threads where they had been broken off and make life run smoothly along the old, quiet chan- nels? She was as sure as she was sure of the breath she drew that Fyfe wanted her, that he longed for and would welcome her. But she was equally sure that the old {llusions would never serve, She couldn't eyen make him happy, much less herself. Monohan—well, Monohan was a dead issue. He had come to the Charteris to see her, all smiles and eagerness. She had been able to look at him and thru him—and cut him dead—and do it without a single flutter of her heart. That brief and illuminating episode in Wain's had merely confirmed an impression that had slowly grown upon her, and her outburst of feeling that night had only been the over. flowing of shamed anger at herself for letting his magnetic personality make so deep an impression on her that she could admit to him that she cared. She felt that she had belittled erself by that. But he waa no! longer a problem. She wondered now how he ever could have been. She recalled that once Jack Fyfe had so- berty told her she would never sense life's real values while she nursed so many illusions. Monohan had been one of them. “But it wouldn't work,” she whis- pered to herself. “I couldn't do it. He'd know I only did it because I was sorry, because I thought I should, because the old ties—and they seem so many and #0 strong in spite of everything—were harder to break than the new road is to fol- low alone. He'd resent anything like pity for his loneliness. And if Mono- han had made any real trouble, it began over me, or at least it focussed on me. And he might resent that. He's ten times a better man than I am a woman. He thinks about the other fellow’s side of things. I’m just what he said about Charlie, self- centered, a profound egotist. If I really and truly loved Jack Fyfe, I'd be a jealous little fury if he so much as looked at another woman. But I don’t, I want to be loved; I want to love. I've always wanted that so much that I'll never dare trust my OLA fect oil for Cooking and Dressings OT only better but Mazola goes twice as far as lard and 3 frying. And remember, too, Mazola the equal of butter in cooking, CRUST. Follow this recipe and be convinced: 2. cups Flour cup Masola Pinch of Salt lee Cold Water Work Mazela well into the flour and salt, add enough ice water to held together, about one-fourth of a cup; roll crust out at once. ersonCo. 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I wonder why people like me exist to go blun- dering about in the world, playing havoc with themselves and every- body else?” Before she reached home, that self- sacrificing mood had vanished in the face of sundry twinges of pride. Jack Fyfe hadn't asked her to come bac! he never would ask her to Came back. Of that she was quite sure. She knew the stony determination of him too well. Neither hope of heayen nor fear of hell would turn him aside when he had made a decision. If he ever had moments of irresolution, he had successfully concealed any such weakness from those who knew him best. No one ever felt called upon to pity Jack Fyfe, and in those rock- ribbed qualities, Stella had an illum- inating flash, perhaps lay the secret of his failure ever to stir in her that yearning tenderness which she knew herself to be capable of lavishing, which her nature impelled her to lav- ish on gome one. “Ah, well,” she sighed, when she came’ back to her rooms and pu’ Fyfe's letter away in a drawer. do the decent thing if they I wonder what Jack would say if he knew what I've been debating with myself this afternoon? I wonder if we were actually divorced and I'd made myself a reputation as a sing- er, and we happened to meet quite casually sometime, somewhere, just how we'd really feel about each other’ She was still musing on that, in a detached, impersonal fashion, when she caught a car down to the theatre for the matinee. (Continued tomorrow.) Copyright, 1916, by Little, Brown & Co, All rights reserved. C. H. HOPPER DIES C. H. 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They were very like the meows of Black Pussy the Cat, They were harsh and unpleasant, and Peter understood perfectly why their maker is called the catbird. He did not hurry in among the bushes at once, but wait- ed expectantly. In a few minutes the harsh cries ceased, and then, from the very same place, came @ ‘song which seemed to be made up of parts of the songs of all the other birds in the Old Orchard. It was not loud, but it was charming. Peter listened until the song end- ed, and then scampered in among the bushes, At once those harsh cries broke out again. You might have thought that Kitty was scold- ing Peter for coming to see him. But that was simply Kitty’s way. He was pretending. He is simply brim- ming over with fun and mischief and loves to pretend. ‘When Peter found him, he was sit- ting with all hia feathers fluffed out until he looked almost like a ball with a head and tail. He looked positively sleepy. When he caught sight of Peter, he drew those feath- ers down tight, cocked his tail up after the manner of Jenny Wren, and was as slim and trim looking as any bird of Peters acquaintance. He didn’t look at all like the same fel- [ey of the moment before. Then he dropped his tail, as if he hadn't strength enough to hold it up. It hung limply straight down, down. He dropped his wings, and all in a second made himself look fairly dis- reputable. But all the time his eyes were twinkling and snapping, and Peter knew that he was making these changes just out of pure fun. “Did you pass a pleasant winter down South?” asked Peter. “Fairly so, Fairly so,” replied Kitty. “By the way, I picked up s0me new songs down there. Would you like to hear them?” “Did you pass a pleasant winter down South?” asked Peter, is “Of course,” replied Peter. “But I don't think you need any new songs. I never heard such a fellow, except- ing Mocker the Mockingbird, for picking up other people’s songs. 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