The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 2, 1919, Page 4

AVTHOR OF TIMBER COPYTRIGNT BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAIR “NORTH (Continu Stella Undi her gray ‘You we mal the marriage et all, Ja surface to look seo, EK come a porary have go sa mused. that iNusio of course. long it “Lo 0," she ar before 1 about that @oukin't recon woukin't let me a even explain it to “t he said "You've never ‘warm heart of yours « there, Concentrated esser Every unattac factor, a poten has her end. 1 @tarted wrong, I ef that when oban, a highly @ame along at a were peculiarly ar Feceptive. That's Dave it in a word. It couldn't my @trees, that sort of att 7 knew it would only got one iluminating glimpse of the Teal man of him. But I don't want fo talk about hi He'll keep, Sometime you'll really love a man, Stella, and he'll be a very lucky Mortal. There's an erratic streak fm you, lady, but there's a bigger @treak that's fine and good and true. You'd have gone thru with MH to the bitter end, if J Junior Badn't died. The weaklings @o that. Neither do they cut @s you did, burning all their eco Romie bridges behind them. Do you| Know that it was over a month Before I found out that you'd turned Your private balance back into my ‘Account? I suppose there was a keen personal satisfaction in going @n your own and making good from nor wered There were myself.” can,” ways has bee cout the We saw the mistake & was too late. Mor magnetic animal, time when you a rather bilndly all, = Sex—you hed you sleep caune I ow and ed be tes rm . fatlure failed ve & wo rat ave and yet never } his hat ad A saw him ¢ the ar to her frighter “wn room, wholly Her face lip pressure tbur Her Dis. Ike hot oft arms tingled The blood a danger of heeks ts her thick T could,” she whi» w, “I'd try, But afraid, It's just I've had it be I'm « spineless jelly that whirls to breeze. And I 1 on my own feet me God, I will rm ” weathercock emote R XX ‘The Fire Behind the Smoke no intimate chronicle Fenton and Linda Abbey far naturally fur in what trans the details of their s of no particular concern wedded, ceremonially befitted the occasion, and hypothetical usty abbrevi from an extravagant swing over ¢ North America to 70 miles by and 20 by water,—and a month ot bdilssful seclusion, which suited those two far better than any amount of Pullman touring, besides leaving them money in pocket When they were caught the next boat for Seattle. She had drawn fresh breath in the mear time, and while she felt tenderty, a! moet maternally, sorry for Jack Fyfe she swung back to the old attitude. Even granting, she argued, that she could muster courage to take up the mantle of wifehood where she laid it off, there was no surety that they could do more than compromise There was the stubborn fact that she had openly declared her love for an ether man, that by her act she had plunged her husband into far-reach ing conflict, Such a conflict existed. al meq gone Stella, OF FIFTY-THREE something worth while done toward a purposeful She t singing gain with a distinet up her relief. Time passe fully enougl, b lay and the dat gagement and unevent ween th wedding f hor Granada en It seemed a more breath before the middle of July und, and sho was once more rd a Vancouver boat Tn the In terim, she had recetved a letter fro the attorney who had wound up her ers © intimating that there demand for that asking if should a rise tn price Which seemed reasonably aure? Stella tele fraphed her answer, If that left over of & speculative period would < & few hundred dollars, it would never be of greater service to her than now. All the Upper reach of Puget Sound basked in its normal midsummer hase, the day Stella started for Van couver, That great region of island. dotted sea xpread between the rugged tath ate, was now a mark oll stock, and sell or hold for ‘range lay bathed in summer sun, un troubled, somnolent. But nearing the international boundary, the Charlotte | drove her 20knot way Into a thick ening atmosphere, Northward from Victoria, the rugged shores that line those Inland waterways began to ap pear blurr Just north of Active Pass, where the steamers take to the opfn gulf again, a vast bank of smoke flung up blue and gray, a roll ing mass. The air was pungent, op. preasive, When the Charlotte spanned the J0mile gap between Vancouver Istand and the matniand shore, she | nosed Into the Lion's Gate under slow bell, thru a amoke pall thick | Bering Sea fog. Stella's recotiection | mwung back to Charlie's uneasy grow! of a month earlier, Fire! Thruout the mifisummer season there was al ways the danger of fire breaking out In the woods, Not all the fire-ranger patrols could guard against the care leannews of fishermen and campers. “It's a tough summer over here for remark, “I've been 20 years on the coast and never saw the woods so ary.” Dry't no name,” his neighbor re sponded. “It's like tinder, A cigar ette stub! start a blase 40 men couldn't put out. It's me that knows it. I've got four limits on the North Arm, and there's fire on two aides of me. You bet I'm praying for rain.” | “They say the country between Chehalis and Roaring Lake ts one | big Diaze,” the first man observed. “So? the other replied. “Pity, too. } Fine timber in there. I came near the start. Only I couldn't rest until) She could put her finger on no con-| buying some timber on the lake this ti" voice trailed huskily off into| heard whispers of a battle between | market as a result of that Abbey./ end choking silence. The gloves in his left hand Were doubled and twisted in his un easy fingers. Stella's eyes were Blurred. | “Well, I'm going,” » ' He slipped off the table and stood “erect, a wide, deepchested man, | fanned brown, his fair hair with Mts bronze tinge lying back In a _smocth wave from his forehead, Blue eyes bent on her, hot with a slumbering fire. Without warning, he caught her ‘Glose in his arms so that she could ‘feel the pounding of his heart Bs ber breast, kissed her hair, the round, firm of her, with lips that he held her off at T care,” he said de 's how I want you. . Tm a onewoman) time you may love like) if you do, you'll know! MAY ALLISON The Island of COMING giants—a financial duel to the death ‘with all the odds against Jack Fyfe. Win or lose, there would be scars. her deed, had at least sprung into malevolent activity thru her. Men she told herself, do not forget these things; they rankle. Jack Pyfe was only human. No, Stela felt that they could only come safe to the old port by virtue of a passion that could match Fyfe’s own. And she put that | rather sadly beyond her, beyond the possibilities, She had felt stirrings | of it, but not to endure. She was proud and sensitive and growing wise with bitterly accummtated experience It had to be all or* nothing with them, a cleaving together complete enough to erase and forever obtiter- since she could not see that as @ pow sibility, there was nothing to do but play the game according to the cards she held. Of these the trump was work, the Inner glow that comes of AL 4” AT PIKE: Intrigue: SUNDAY A Smashing Story of the White Arctic Wilderness MIONROL SALISE: MONROE SALISBURY “The Blinding “THE BLINDING TRALle" SPECIAL MR. J. MUR RAY SMITH Popular Irish Soloist |Monohan split, Glad I didn’t now | I'd just as soon have all my, money lout of timber this season.” | They moved away In the prea of he said. “Be| And tho struggle, if not of and by| | Olympics and the foot of the Coast | the timber owners,” she heard © man disembarking, more of their talk, 8k to the Granada, and at paper in the foyer t lowed the bell boy to her had scarcely taken off b settled down to read 4 phone rang, Linda's v her when she answered Btella rad no took a taxi yught « she fol room, She hat and in the tele. grected “I called on the chanes that you took the morning boat,” Linda said ‘Can I run in? I'm just n tor the day, I won't be able to hear you sing, but I'd like to see you, dear.” “Can you come right now? asked, “Come up, and we'll something served up here. I don't feel like running the gauntlet of the dining room just now.” | “I'll be there in a few minute Linda answered Stella went back to her paper. She hadn't noticed any particular stress | laid. on forest fires In the Seattle ailiew, but she could not say that of | this Vancouver sheet. The froft page reeked of amoke and fire. She glanced | thru the various items for news of Roaring Lake, but found only a brief | mention. It was “reported” and “as | serted” and “rumored” that fire was, | raging at one or two points there,| | statements that were overshadowed |by ponitive knowledge greater |areas near at hand burning with a flerceness that could be seen and smelled, The local papers had enough feathre stuff in fires that threatened the very suburbs of Vancouver with out going so far afield as Roaring La | | Linda's entrance put atop to her | reading, without, however, changing the direction of her thought. For) after an exchange of greetings, Lin-| da divulged the source of her wor | fied expression, which Stella had tm- mediately remarked “Who wouldn't be worrted,” Linda |enid, “with the whole country on fire, and no telling when it may break out in rome unexpected place jand wipe one out of house and | homer* “In It #0 bad that at the laket™ Stella asked uneasily. “There's not much in the paper. I was lacking “It's so bad,” Linda returned, with | a touch of bitterness, “that I've been | driven to the Springs for safety; that levery able-bodied man on the lake | who can be spared ts fighting fire. | There has been one man killed, and there's half a doxen logrera in the | hoepital, suffering from burns and other hurts. Nobody knows where it will stop. Chartie’s limits have bare. ly been scorched, but there's fire all/ along one aide of them. A change lot wind—and there you are! Jack Fyfe's Umber is burning in a dozen | crete facts, but it was in the alr. She| spring. Some stuff that was on the | Places. We've been praying for rain in the smoke for a | week.” (Continued Monday) loosens, § 4. by Littia, Prewe @ Co All rahte reserved. | ROMANCES of a SUMMER GIRL BY ZOE BECKLEY (Dorothy, aged 26, is ‘are her letters home to Joan, (Copyright, 1919, by N. BE A) spending the summer at Lively | Ate all that had gone before. And) Beach, having staked her job and $500 savings on the chance of winning a suitable husband during the summer. These her chum.) THE LETTER | | NO. 6 | ‘The Inn—Plack Friday. Dearie Joan: Passing the 4esk last night on my way upstair I saw an envelope in my box. Yes, darling, you're a prime gueteer, It was from Captain Wallis. |in my room I pounced upon it, j heart a-beat and eyes agiisten. And it is #0 puzzling that I copy ft for you to pore over: ° . "Dear Lovely Lady: | “I found abruptly, but a wire from a pub- lisher commanded my presence |town early in the morning. In search of you I went, but shrank from goodbying in the pres | lence of that solemnfaced stranger who was beside you on the porch. There are times when what one | cares to sy, tho poor at best, would be hopelessly bungled before a third person. © * © “L wanted to tel you that a cer. | tain weary soldier whom I know Is) grateful for your goodness and/ warmly appreciative of your sweet: ness and light. Just now, In taking | |something from his pocket, this | soldier's memorandum book flicked out and fell open-paged to the floor. The page bears simply a date—June |27—and two initials—D. V.—which | might stand for the Latin meaning, 30d Willing.’ | “I think, however, that the soldier |made that entry as a man seta| | down the memorandum he wished to |learn more of "D. V.’ Look up #0 and-so—~,.’ I believe and I know that |he sorrows now because Fate| | hindered him. “Until we meet again, | Your faithfully, | ERIC WALLIS.” | . ee Joan, dear, or everything it can mean nothing Clearly he was not hurt by my yesterday’s mood at Sun set Point. And clearly his going was not induced by any treatment of | mine. Equally fw it that his gently-dropped “de might have been used toward his sister or his nurse! I slept badly, woke early and went down to the beach for a swim, soll tarily, before even the Inn servants were astir, The surf was rough and , but I was too taken up by own thoughts to notice articularly I dove in and struck out with all my strength. It was a joy to fight something, feel at least my physical power. | Presently I got the imp I was not moving forward. I strove harder. Still no progress, An awful fear clutched me as I strained and strained, the waves breaking into my face, my breath nearly beaten out of my body. ‘The undertow, that I had on that ] it irksome to leave so in} Tt washed over my head again and again, taking my breath and ex- bausting me utterly. I started toward shore. No one | | | | ROMANCES of a summer girl—Sat, It was the life guard who saved me, in sight. Panlo-stricken, I eried out twice, again, with all my strength—and then felt myself swal lowed into darkness and horrible silence, * © © When I eame alive again I was on the beach with all the people in the universe standing around. By rights there should have been an | Apollomiilionaire bending drippingly | above me gasping, “She breathes— thankgawd!” But nothing like that, dear. It was the lifeguard who saved me, and | he was working my arms most unr once, | mantleally, having come on duty just jin time to cateh my third-time squeal. So he dashed to the res lifeguard should up to write more. But always cue Jas a Feeling too done lovingly, SILLY DOT. QUAKERS MEETING The quarterly session of the Pug Sound Quaker organization, which includes | been warned against! | I tried to keep my head. Turning Jon my back I tried towest by float ing, but the water was too turbulent. | Spruce st. Ho organizati Wenatchee and Columt Friday after }fal Friends church, “6 in the ® valleys, be pn in the Memor 3rd ave, and ¥.| blazing heat noon. crocheting, Corny was lying on kicking the bannister. | minute,” “Can't you think of anything any|other bird appeared In the tree with | better to do than to kick all the! paint could think of anything to do I'd! 0 do it.” out thump. Phoebe, gently what's a feller goin’ to do?” came the chug-chug of a car. Hal pricked It was coming right up the avenue, street, like boomty, ah-0o.” Corny 1 way was pe of the Ellen perked of her head same direction ing asked his mother. | HELEN CARPENTER MOORH, [ forts. AUGUST 2. WATCH. OUT AND DON’T MISS THIS FUN PICTURE! A lot of sense to it, too. “A VERY GOOD YOUNG MAN” He’d been good all his life. So his girl refuses to marry him. Afraid he'll sow his wild oats AFTER marriage. Something in that, too. So Bryant starts to sow wild oats all over. Some crop he gets! It’s side- splitting, his harvest! Doesn’t give you a minute to think. And you don’t want to think. You want to laugh! Council Will Vote a on Sale of Station © The city council wil decide Mon- day whether the bid of John Davis & Co,, of $375,000, will be accepted for the fire station at Third ave and Pike st, or new bids be called for. At present the city has three bids, | with the Davis bid the highest for cash, but the finance committee, at its Friday meeting, was unable to arrive at any definite decision. Councilman Fitzgerald was of the opinion that a call for new bids be made, declaring that the terms of the Davis bid were too vague. Councilman T. H. Bolton declared the city should accept the Davis bid immediately. eae * Recruiting Chief ° * ° Arrives in City Maj. FE. R. Lowndes, in charge of | marine recruiting on the Coast, ar rived here Friday on a tour of in spection of marine recruiting offices in his district. He is being enter | tained by Maj, F. A. Udell, head of | the loc: ine recruiting office. Comes Home BY THE STORY LADY Walnut ave. lay quiet in the of an August after- Jones was placidty the front porch. | the porch rug BY THORNTON W. BURGESS (Copyright, 1919, by T. W. Burgess) Farmer Brown’s Friends $ PETER RABBIT eat admiring Peter, use your head. You know Rosebreast the Grosbeak, an-| well anough that buds and blossoms last only a very short time. The Grosbeaks eat a few just for the sake of variety, but they live mostly Who |0n bugs and insects, You ask Farm- er Brown's Boy, who helps him most in his potato pateh, and he'll tell “Never, or would have | You it’s the Grosbeaks, They cer guessed “it,” replied Peter, “She| tainly do love potato bugs, They} doesn’t look the least bit like him, |¢@t some fruit, but on the whole they | except that she is the same size and|®Fe about as useful folk around the| shape.” garden as any one I know, Now run This was quite true, ‘There was | ees Mra, on “Cornwallis Jones, stop that this A ordered hia = mother, | tosebreast. “Who's that?” cried Peter. “Mrs. Grosbeak, of course! else would it be?” sputttered Jenny, rather crossl, ff the porch?” 0," said Corny, sulkily, “if 1] About this same time Hal rolled of the hammock with a : “Darn {t “Hal, all,” dear,” he sald. reproved Aunt “ (vo ee, know, Mother Phoebe, but no beautiful rose color about Mra. Grosbeak, She wore brown and gray principally, with little touches of buff here and there, and with dark streaks on her breast, Over each eye was a whitish line. It didn't | seem possible that she could be the }mate of handsome Rosebreast. To decided it was time for him to leawe. | Peter she looked more like an over ne grown member of the Sparrow fam Next story: Peter Finds a Friend While Rosebreast Mrs. | in Trouble, | Grosbeak was very busy picking buds | i! ‘ {i jand blossoms from the trees, This struck Peter as queer, + “What is she doing that for?” he | inquired For the same reason that you bite Jott sweet and leaves,” retorted Jenny Wren, tartly | “Do you mean to say that they] | live buds and blossoms?" cried | | Peter. “I never have heard of such a thing, I shouldn't think F | Brown would like that,” | Tut, tut, tut, tut, You can ask | along }more silly questions than anybody of my acquaintan: retorted Jenny | Wren. “Of course, they don't live | Far down Wainut ave, there up his ears. Honk-honk! A little breeze wandered and with it came “HI lippity, lppity, up the something soomty- thru the Old Orchard, Then Peter It was the war cry of aped — the the an porch railing. disappeared, Hal wan half up the street before the ¢ ended. Billy, who was su to be taking a nap, slid out bedroom window and Mary sat up in the porch wing, up the ribbon bow on top and started in the ily sang, wed ver blossoms a It at could bo the mate of handsome Rose- armer | breast, An hour didn’t seem possible that she in after “What's r Corny camo ¢ his new ball glov all the — excitement?" sh~ HEARTS OF THREE, Peter Rabbit, and don't bother me any more." Peter didn't run along right away. He sat around watching Rosebreast on buds and blossoms, If they de-|and Mrs. Grosbeak until he hap- pended on th they would soon| pened to look up to see Farmer starve to death, Use your head,! Brown's Boy just starting down “Why,” don’t me home.” you know? Peter's Poverty is the mother of many ef