The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 6, 1919, Page 13

Down Went Cunid to the Bottom of the Sea. OUT THERE onvIAP WELL, < ‘Tasre’s A Guy You augur |WELL, | CAN WEDLOCKED— Sure, It’s TUE SEATTLE STAR—WEDNESDAY, ‘AUGUST 6, 1919. By ALLMAN | Nevee HAD A Rommice IN MY LIPE BUT SomeboDY THREMI COLD WATER, Annie SHE SAID SHED BE UNDER AN UMBRELLA ANNIE SAID SHED | MEET ME ON TH” ] er | He'll Have to Make a WELL? ITS ABOUT TIME —= WORRY INTo THE HOUSE For. SUPPER- WHATS THAT WATETD \. DRIDPING OFF Your HEAD 2 phones NOUNS BEEN IN SWIMMING AGAINST } You CAN STAY= TM Gow HOME T fi ARE MOVING To vo pene eg RiGHT GLARice! TH’ COUNTRY IM Vruat's WHAT OCTOBER! THATS}! ery) po) ELL WHAT WE SHO THIS Guy HLAND L : HE'S ALL WRONG! BY BERTRAND W. SINCLAITI AVTHOR OF “NORTH OF FIF TY-THREE Fontinued Wrom Yesterday) @ pity everything’s gone to ike that, Stell," he said softly. grown a lot wiser in human he last two years. You taught lot, and Jack a lot, and Linda} t. It seems a blamed shame} d Jack came to a fork in the Oh, he never chirped. I've ed it the last few weeks. him a lot that he'll never let i back in anything but good I hate to see hit get the of it from every direction. He and doesn't say anything. But it hurts. There can't be any- much wrong between you Why don’t you forget your peresny troubles and start all wouldn't work. There's too many) weak a crutch to lean upon scars. Too much that’s bard to for ‘Tho nurse came in with a cup of iyo |broth for Benton, and Stella went “Well, you know about that better | away with a dumb ache in her breast, than I do,” Benton said thoughtfully. a leaden sinking of her spirit ad “It all depends on how you feel.”’ went out to sit on the porch steps The poignant truth of that struck |The minutes piled hours, and miserably home to her. It was not|noon came, when Linda wakened. &@ matter of reason or logic, of her | Stelia forced herself to swallc making any rifice for her con-|oup of tea, to eat food; the sclence sake. It depended solely| left Linda sitting with her husband upon the existence of an emotion she| 4nd went back to the porch steps could not definitely invoke. She was | asain torn by so many emotions, not one} As she there of which she could be sure was the|in the shirt Vital, the necessary one, Her heart| trousers and high did not cry out for Jack Vyfe, except| the logger turned in in @ pitying tenderness, as whe used| a burly woodsman t to feel for Jack Junior when he nized as one of Jack Wyte bumped and bruised himself. sheh “Well,” said he, “it ib had felt that before and held it too! Jack, Say—ah— into a man dressed and mackinaw calked boots of f the road. sat blue crew aind Mere, she whispered. “It -_ .| she recog: | BY GouY | DON'T THINK SHE'S HERE Lawyer Out of Freckles! Y WUT JUST STANDIN’ d( THEA WHY ISAT ON TW RANK WATCHING } (Your HAT weT F SWAN HE DDA oS —4_z BEUN-BUSTER AN’ ou t: oe A SSER 1 HAD IT IA ? WY HAND Pod, FANNW' MYSELF? ) SPUASUED ME. as honest PoP? tr \ EVERETT TRUE | ——__— ii MR, TRUE ARGS COOKING FoR A House To RENT. er HAVE A Dovace House — — 4 p CALL, When Chick Evans lost the championship at Braeburn it didn’t rob him of all his prestige. Chick still the amateur king, having hb this title, along with the open, for © lust three years, There was a among the pros was the most among the jamateurs. And he made good this |predjction by finishing in a tle for tenth place, beating out all the ama teurs decisively, besides nosing out several well known pros. Evidently from this performance Chick 1s quite good enough to win any ama |teur championship | At Braebury Chick was playing high claes golf. His shots to the green equaled the play of Brady or Hagan, But bis well known fault of not being able to putt on fast un dulating greens ruined his chances of mdking a better showing. If the |areens at Oakmont are to his liking, | that is, similar to the average weet jern green, and Chick is able to keep |his marvelous tee shots and iron play intact, there is mo amateur golfer we can think of at present | that will be able to beat him. Evans showed in his recent trip gli nny WLLL open eneral opinion at that contender veburn he dangerous | | | _ | thru Canada that he has lost none —By POP YES M2. TOBLOTS) ef WE WANTA MONE TH’ COUNTRY! IM LOOKIN’ FoR A NICE LITTLE HOUSE AT A REASON ABLE BSC A MONTH UNFURNISHED! ae qDEKY FOR wel DONT RUN} © WHA oP! cous nt EVERYTHING T in their spring-bo flourish hands on skidroad and , that such as she might] lake and back at the logger again. They did not understand|a sudden resolution born of intol that, but she did erable uncertainty, of a feeling that “What is it, Barlow?" she repeat | She could only characteri fave you just come down the] sprang full-fledged into h “Wait for me,” she said Jack | ‘28 with you.” (Continued Tomorrow) ed. Yes'm," he answered. “Say don't happen to be here, does he?” “No, he hasn't been here,” she told him The man's face fell | “What's wrong?” Stella demanded. had a swift divination that} nething was wrong | “I'm go | CHAPTER XXIV “Out of the Night That Covers Me” The Waterbug limped. Her en gine misfired continuously, and Barlow lacked the mechanical knowledge to remedy its ailment. He He broke off suddenly, a perplexed | look on his face, an uneasiness, a} * hesitation in hig manner i= | i __.| “Oh, I dunno's anything wrong, Stella asked) particular,” Barlow replied. “Only everything up the} well, Lefty he sent me down to see| Was satisfied to let it pound away, \it Ja was at the Springs. We|#o long as it would revolve at ail ain't seen him for a couple uh|So the boat moved slowly through days | that encompassi smoke at | ment of a logger before her, She| Her pulse quickened, |than half speed. Outwardly | kne w them for men with boyish “And he has not come once spick and span cruiser bore | souls, boyish instincts, rude sim-| lake? [every mark of hard usage. Her top. | | “What is it, Barlow?” kindly How | lake? It was common enough in her ex that temporary embarra less the perience down the of heart. Long ago she had| “1 sald.| sides were foul, her decks splinter | vevised those first superficial esti-| "Oh, IT guess it’s all right. Jack's|ed by the trumping of calked boots, | mates of them gros hulking| pretty skookum in the woods. Only|grimy with soot and cinders, 1 | brutes who worked hard and drank| Lefty got uneasy. It's desperate | seemed to Stella that everything and wened Housed by | hot and smoky up there.” jevery one on and about Roaring upation. had their] “How did you come down? Are| Lake bore some mark of that holo. but their virtues of| you going back soon?” she asked| caust raging in the timber, as if the abiding loyalty, their reckless gener. | abruptly: | fire were some malignant disease waity, their simple directness, were| “1 got the Waterbug,” Barlow told| menacing and marring all that it | creat indeed. They took their ives her, “I'm goin’ right straight pack," affected, and affecting all that traf plicities guess not,” the logger They harder, 0 *| back of his art, He was able to putt on |the Canadian green and broke sev feral records while there. All that would be necessary would be for [him to go along at the same gait to |hold his own in any fast company | So, unless one of the newcomers or ‘TRY BLANK FOR SE PAGE 13 By CONDO ,L HEAR ‘You | | 54 ANTIPODES’ COURT STARS DEFAULTED NEWPORT, R. 1, Aug. 6—The Australian tennis stars will be de faulted in the invitation singles tennis tournament now in progre on the Casino courts here. They wil not be to get here in time to take part in this section of the play, but will be started in the doubles. Today the field in the singles was, whittled down to a considerable ex- but only one really hard match seemed to be in store—Niles, Boston, against the national champion, Rob- ert Lindley Murray, William T. Tilden IT. was to meet Watson M. Washburn. Other matches were Richard N. Williams II. vs. Chas. S. Garland; I. Kumagae vs, Axel Gravem; Thomas C. Bundy vs. Wm. M. Johnston. tent ATJEMPTS COMEBACK OAKLAND, Aug. 6.—Frankie Parren will attempt another comeback when he > against Jimmy Duffy at the Johnny Arrousey part of the bill of Eddie Landon w a veteran who has shown his worth in past tournaments shows an unus ually brilliant streak, Evans will still retain his title. | Evans is undoubtedly the best amateur golfer from the tee to the cup. Should he ever strike a real putting streak and be able to estab- lish it as a part of his game, he would not only win this coming am- ateur championship but for some | years to come would be able to hold |the crown.—(Copyright, 1919, by ‘the Associated Newspapers.) ——— ATTLE STAR'S BICYCLE RAC Saturday, August 30th, 1919 I hereby make application for entry in the Seattle Star's Bicycle Race, held under the auspices of the bicycle dealers of Seattle. . 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That was the only differ- ence. Barlow laid side the float the Waterbug along He had already told her that Lefty Howe, with the greater part of Fyfe's crew, was ex tending and guarding Benton's fire trail, and he half expected that Fyfe might have turned up there. Away in the smoke arose spasmodic | coughing of donkey engines, dull resounding of axe blades. Barlow led the way, They traversed a few | |hundred yards of path through | brush, broken tops, and stumps, | coming at last into a fairway cut | through virgin timber, a 60-foot strip denuded of every growth, great firs felled and drawn far aside, brush piled and burned. A_ breastwork from which to fight advancing fire, it ran away into the heart of a smoky forest. Here and there black Jened, fire-scorehed patches abutted }upon its northern flank, stumps of | great trees smoldering, crackling yet, At the first such place, half dozen men were busy with shovels | plotting out streaks of fire that erept | | along in the dry leaf mold. No, they | had not seen Fyfe. But they had} | been blamed busy. | the “He took main camp said Lefty umber be 20 men around to the day before yesterday,” “There was a piece uh ond that he thought he could save. I—well, I took a shoot around there yesterday, after your brother got hurt. Jack wasn't there, Most of the boys was at camp loadin® gear on the scows. They said Jack's gone around to Tumblin’ Creek with one man. He wasn't back this morn. in’, So I thought maybe he'd gone to Springs. I dunno’s there any occasion to worry, He might ‘a’ gone to the head uh the lake with them constables thac went up fast night. How's Charlie Benton” She told him briefly. “That's good,” said Lefty. “Now, I'd go around to Cougar bay, if T Was you, Mrs, Jack. He's liable to come in there any time. You could stay at the house tonight. Every- thing around there, shacks 'n’ all, was burned days ago, so the fire can't touch the house. The crew there has grub an’ a cook. I kinda expect Jack'll be there, unless he fell in with them constables.” He might be up above Half a mile beyond that, beside | the first donkey shuddering on its anchored skids as it tore an 18-inch cedar out by the roots, they came on Lefty Mowe. He shook his head when Stella asked for Fyfe, a