The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 10, 1920, Page 8

Rachact Breckenridge, young, beaut! Gremory. a physictan, Breckenrites, Home of hie wife, but the clopeme Hes & divorced man, Joe Picker With Warren Gregory, Two Mealy tread, She suddenly — Magale Clay. {Continued From Yesterday) | of» table was already set for sup | and their small white beds al-| neatly turned down. | 3 ther's going to give us our baths!" shouted Jim. Jooked at her eagerly; Rachael smiled ty. | “Mother's afraid that she will to dress, to meet Daddy down “she began regretfully, when Mary interposed respectfully: | me, Mrs, Gregory, But} Dennison took a message from Doc: | y this afternoon, I happen to) Mt because Louise asked me tf think she had better order | for you. Doctor has been to Albany on a case, and was you know when to expect him.” | ly—-groody-—good-good!"" shout and Derry joined in with a t shriek, and clasped his tightly about his mother's Rachael had turned a little Dut she kissed both boys, and Jeft them long enough to change gown to something loose and table. ae . she came back to the nur » and there were baths, and and suppers, and then stories Prayers before the fire, Mary ind Rachael laughing over the fluffy revelling in the beauty of the “When they were in bed she went to a solitary dinner, and, as she ft, her thoughts went back to| solitary dinners years ago.) @iscoufagement and something & great, all-enveloping fear pos- her. She was afraid of lfe.| had dented her armor, broken) steel, she had been flung back worsted in the fight. ‘Was the secret, then, Rach | asked the fire, if youth and/ bie Yke she. con ‘was Alice contented, and torn by a thousand hopes and fears? Why , that with all her cleverness, | her beauty, the woman who had) Bem Rachael Fairfax, and Rachael enridge, and Rachael Gregory. | never yet felt sure of joy. had} dared lay hands upon it boldly, | know it to be her own, had and apprehended, and dis | where women of infinitely gifts had been able to enter the kingdom with such utter cer ty and serenity | i thru the long evening by! j@ fire, in the drowsy silence of the | drawing-room, Rachael felt her grow heavy. Who was un) she and) ¥. who was happy—what was) about anyway—— and old Mary came in at) and looked at her for a long minutes. Their eyes said « many things, altho neither aloud. The fire had burned the light of a shaded lamp fell on the sleeping woman's face. was a little frown between the ul brows, and once she sighed , ke « child. man stepped softly back into hall, and Mary touched her mis- irs. Gregory, you've dropped off : | roused, looked up, smiling edly. Her look seemed to the shadows beyond the old form. Slowly the new look n and sorrow came back into eyes. iy, 80 I did!’ she said, getting feet. “I think I'll go upstairs. Message from Doctor Gregory?” Message, Mrs. Gregory.” you, Mary, good-night!” went slowly out thru the lighted arch of the hall door and slowly upstairs. She de passed the nursery door. heart was too full to risk a visit ‘to the boys tonight. She lighted her and sank dazedly into a chair. | ,. __-*I dreamed that we were just mar- and in the old studio,” she said, aloud. “I dreamed I had the heavy | ale yy Kathleen Norris\- BY KATMLBEBN NORRIS . SYNOPSIS OF PRECEDING CHAPTERS ful and clever, divorces her husband, Ch drinker ahter, the child born t Nut fate is growing tired of her, and ts te tains of crisp net, Over the fire | place the great oll portrait of War-| that Tonight Rachael wont with her pen Grogory smiled down, a younger | world, about eating and drinking, are | to the nursery, where their) warren, but hardly more handsome) actresses, Magaie,” she added, smi! than he was today. A pastel of the | boys’ lovely heads hung opposite it, | offer you tea, or hot soup, or an between two graphs of Jim and Derry and their windows, and photo Both oy) father were everywhere; on the deak, | and on the little grand plano, under the table lamp. This was Rachael's own domain, and in askihg Magste to come here she consciously chose th environment in which she would feel | most at ease. Upstairs came the lght, tripping feet. “In here?’ said the fresh, con fident voice. Magaie came in. Rachael met her at the door, and the two women shook hands. Maguie hardly glanced at her hostess, her dancing scrutiny @wept the room and settled on Warrens portrait She looked her prettiest, Rachael decided miserably. She was all in white; white shoes, white stockings, the amartest of little white suits, a white hat half hiding her heavy masses of trimly banded golden hair If her hard winter had tired Max The Bad Little Lady” was ap proaching the end of its run did not show it, But there was some new quality in her face, some quality almost wistful, almost anxious, that made its appeal even to Warren Gregory's wife. “This is nice of you, Magni,” Rachael said, watching her c and conscious still of that absurd flutter at her heart. Hoth women had seated themselves, now Rachael reached for the silk-lined basket where sho kept a little pretense of needlework, and began to sew. There were several squares of dark rich silks in the basket, and their touch seemed to give her confidence, + “What are you making? said Magsie with a rather touching pre ely tense at interest. Rachael began to) ty and high hopes and great), ive that Magsie was ill at ease, | acting now; there were real tears in failed ike so many straws? 100 She knew the girl well enough | her pretty eyes, ‘Ito know that nothing but her own/|in her young voice affairs interested her; It was not like | WAS! Magsie to ask seriously about an-| sid, rapktly other woman's sewing Warren likes silk handkerchiefs explained Rachael, all the capable wife, “and those I make are much prettier than thos he can find in the shops. So I pick up pleces of silk, from time to time, and keep him supplied.” “H chiefs,” said Magsie rather faintly. with Mrs. Torrence, thinking that Greg always looked so—so carefully aryomed.” “A doctor has to be,” Rachael an- | swerved sensibly. There were no gir! ish vapors or uncertainties about her manner; she had been the man's wife for nearly seven years; she was in his house; she need not fear Magic Clay. “Il suppose so," Magsie said, vaguely. “What are your plans, Magsie?” Rachael asked kindly, as she thread- ed a needie. “We close on the 18th,” announced. “Yea, so I noticed.” Rachael had looked for this news every week since the run of the play began. “Well, that was a successful engage ment, wasn't it?" she asked. It be- gan to be rather a satisfaction to Rachael to find herself at such close quarters at last. What a harmiess Uttle thing was, after all! “Yes, they were delighted,” Magnie responded, still in such a lackadai sical, toneless, and dreary manner that Rachael glanced at her fn sur. prise. Magsie’s eyes were full of tears. “Why, what's the matter, my dear child?" she asked, feeling more sure of herself every instant. Her guest took a little handker. chief from her pretty white leather purse, and touched her bright brown with it lightly. on I'll tell you, Rachael,” sai@ she, with an evident effort at brightness and naturainess, “I came here to Magsic old—feeling again, of being so ronda you about something teday, but ‘and so beloved! I thought Warren had come home early and had brought me violets!” 3. 6¢ © ¢ 6 A day later Dennison brought up card of Miss Margaret Clay Rachael turned it slowly in her pondering, with a quickened Deartbeat and a fluctuating color. Magsie had been often guest in Rachael's house a year ago, but she had not been to see Rachael for a Jong time now. They were to meet, they were to talk alone together— what about? There was nothing about which Rachael Gregory cared to talk to Margaret Clay. A certain chilliness and trembling smote Rachael, “Bhe wished she had been out. It Would be simple enough to send down & message to that effect, of course, but that was not the same thing. That would be evading the issue, Whereas, had she been out, she could have held herself responsible for Magsie. “Well, the girl was in the neigh of course, and had simply come in to say how do you do? But St would mean evasions, and affecta- tions, and insincerities to talk with Magsie; it would mean lying, unless must be an open breach 3 found herself in a state of "actual dread of the encounter, and to end it, impatient at anything #0 _ absurd, she asked Dennison to bring “the young lady at once to her own sitting-room. This was the transformed apart ‘ment that had been old Mrs. Greg. running straight across the floor, and commanding from four wide windows a glimpre of the old square, now brave in new feathery green. Rachael had re- placed its dull red rep with modern tapestries, had had it papered in pea eock and gray, had covered the old, dark woodwork with cream-colored enamel and replaced the black mar ‘Of white stone. The chairs here 4 ail comfortable now; Rachael's E mantel with a simply carved one | I—I don't quite know how to begin. want you to remember that your opinion is what counts; you're the one person who—who can really ad. vise me, and—and perhaps help me and other people out of a difficulty.” Rachael looked at her with a twinge of inward distaste. This rather dramatic start did not promise well; she was to be treated to some youthful heroies, Instantly the hope came to her that Magsie had some new admirer, some one she would really consider as a hushand, and wanted to make of Rachael an advo- cate with Warren, who, in his pres ent absurd state of infatuation, might and she sat down.| not find such a situation to his taste.|on the sta | “I want to put to you the case of a | friend of mine,” Magsie said, present ly, “a girl who, like myself, is on the stage.” Rachael wondered if the girl really hoped to say anything eonvine ing under so thin a disguise, but said nothing herself, and Magsie went on: “She's pretty, and young—" Her tone wavered. |company all winter,” she remarked, lamely. This was beginning to be rather absurd, Rachael, quite at ease, | raised mildly interrogatory eyes to Magsie |that you've begun so well, won't | you?” she asked, casually, “W—w-—well, I suppose 80,” Mag sie answered, dubiously, flushing a sudden red, “I—don’t know what I shall do!” “But surely you've had an unusu- ally encouraging beginning?” pur- sued Rachael, comfortably “Oh, yes, there's no doubt about that, at least!” Magsie said. About what was there doubt, then? Ra- chael wondered, She deliberately allowed a little st lence to follow this remark, as if at her own thoughts, ax she sewed, The younger woman's gaze roved restless ly about the room, she leaned from jher chair to take a framed photo- |eraph of the boys from a low book lay on a magazine-littered ‘& dozen tiny, leather-cased ani- horses, and sheep, were case, and studied it with evidently forced attention, “They're stunning!” she said, in an undertone, as she laid it aside. “They're good little boys” their] nobody will ever know what it’s don always has beautiful handker-:| “1 remember, years ago, when I wan! this dreaded opponent| Only, whatever you think about it, I} “We've had a nice! | “You'll go on with your work, now | ae has Pe the dust arising from $10,000 worth _|DUST FROM OPIUM IS | of opium and heroin which he was | | FATAL TO DRUG THIEF ae |dumping into a bag from drying NEW YORK, Jan, 10--Inhalin — = pana at the plant of the New York Quinine & Chem }| teed lyn, after he bad broken into th place, John Schunttdki collapsed on the bag and died, His body wi found by the police. Explaining th occurrence, Benedict Oderfer, the} arence Hreckenridge, and marries Warren | Plant chemist, said that the dunt | arixing from dried oulum t# a deadly | | poison if inhajed long enough and | that Schunitdkl probably knew noth ing of the danger he ran in trying to steal the drugs | nother sald, contentedly, “I know) Paes reee the queerent persons in the for me! Greg's managed all my business, and whenever I waa utterly | discouraged and tired he had the kindest way of saying: ‘Never mind ing, » I don't know whether to beaten up in milk, or what! We hai Magni, I'm tired and discouraged, | - ’ oor" Magwie’s face glowed happily | janist here about ear ago, | ° | RENE SES SONS 'S i Jat the memory of it. “I know I'm| |not worthy of Greg's friendship,” | | “Oh, nothing, nothing, thank you, | | Rachael! Magsie sald, eagerly and nervoualy, “I couldn't" | “The boys may be in noon,” Ra she said eagerly, “And all the time I've thought of you, Rachael, as hav ing the first right, as being far, far hac! remarked, choosing to ignore|*bove me in everything! But—I'm| |her guest's rather unexpected emo-|‘elling you everything, you see-—— den, | Magsie interrupted herself to ex plain, | Thin seemed to spur Magsie sud | denly into speech, She glanced at the| “Go on!" Rachael urged, clearing tall old moontaced clock that waa| her throat slowly ticking near the door, as if] ‘Well, it's not much, But a week to entimate the time left her, and sat/or two ago Greg was talking to me |wuddenly erect on the edge of her) about your being eager to get the} chatr boys into the country early this} “TL muatn’t stay,” she said, breath! y He looked awfully tired that | leanly I—I have to be back at the/ afternoon, and he maid that he| theatre at 7, and I ought to go home| thought he would cloae this house, | first for a few minutes, My girl--|and live at the club this summer she's just a Swedish woman that I/and he said "That means you have a picked up by chance—worries about! dinner date every night, Magnle” | me as if she were my mother, unless | And suddenly, Rachasl—t don't know I come in and rest, and take an emp hog, or something.” She rallied her forces with @ quite visible effort. “It was just this, Rachael,” said Magale looking at the fire, and twisting her white gloves in desperate embarrass “I know you've always liked what came over me, but I burst out crying” —-Magnio’s eyes filled now ax she thought of it—"and I aald, ‘Oh, Greg, we need each other! Why can't we belong to each other? You love me and | love you; why can't we give up our work and the city and verything else, and just be happy!” ment jme, you've always been so kind to |me, and I can only hope that you'll] «ang what did—Warren say?’| forgive me if what I say sounds | chael asked in a whisper | strange to you. I thought 1 could| " : wig ycome here and aay ft, but—I've at Oh, Rachael! That's what I've ways been a little afraid of you, Ra-| been remembering ever since!’ Mag. | chaeh—and 1°—Magaie laughed ner-| ™* sald. “That's what made me want lvousty—-"and I'm scared to death| ‘© come to you; I knew you would/ now!" she said aimply |understand! You're so good; you} | " Something natural, unaffected, and| “5 people to be happy,” sald Mag: | ldirect in her usually pelf-conscious|**. fighting tears again and trying }to smile. “You have everything }and artificial manner struck Rachael your sons, your position, your beauty | with a vague sense of uneasiness. Magsie certainty did not seem to be) everything! = I'm-—I'm different from some women, Rachael, I can’t nd a genuine break | Just run away with him. There is an honorable and a right way to do she| it, and I want to ask you if you'll ®t us take that way!" “An honorable way?” echoed in an unnatural voice. “Well Mageie widened inno cent eyes, “Nobody has ever blamed you for taking it, Rachael! she said simply. “And nobody ever blamed Clarence, with Paula!’ Rachael, looking fixedly at her, sat if turned te one. “You are brave, Magsle, to come and tell me this.” she said at last quietly “You ate kind to Heten to me,” Magnie anawered with disarming sin cerity. “I know it is @ strange thing to do.” She laughed nervously. “Ot course, I know that!’ she added. | “But it came to me that I would the) other day, Greg and I were talking about dreams, you know—things we | wanted to do. And we talked about going away to some beach, and) swimming, and moonlight, and just | “Tm straight ahead,” because I've been get going jting up my courage this whole week | Rachael t e and see you, and now, while Greg ia in Albany, I can’t put it off] any longer. He doean't know it, of course, and, altho I know I'm putting| myself entirely at your mercy, Ra chael, I believe you'll never tell him | if I ask you not to! I don’t understand,” Rachael said, | ,. slowly ; “I've been thinking !t all out”! Magsie went on, “and this is the com jQpision—at leant, this in what I've) thought! You have always had | everything, Rachael. You've always [bem #0 beautiful, and so much ad mired. You loved Clarence, and mar | ried him—oh, don't think I'm rude, | Pa el.” the girl pleaded eagerly, as | Rac 1 voleed an inarticulate pro teat, “becaune I'm #0 desperately in earnest, and #00 desperately unhap- py!’ Her voice broke on a rush of tears, but she commanded It, and) rest and quiet—" | hurried on. “You've always been for) 1 gee. Rachael sald. | tunate, not like other women, who] «cGeeg said, ‘This is only a dream, | had to be second best, but always the! yeacaie and we mustn't let ourselves jeleverest, and always the hand-| dream Moonie Seahh-anc “Bet |somest! I remember, when I heard). sametimes dreams come true,| | you were to marry Greg, 1 wan Just) gore they?” | |sick with misery for two or three |days! I had seen him a few weeks! before in Paris, but he said nothing of it, didn’t even mention you. Don't think I was jealous, Rachael—it/ wasn't that! But it seemed te me }that you had everything! First the} | position of marrying a Breckenridge, | | then to step straight into Greg's life. You'll never know how I—how I ain gled you out to watch—" “Just as I have singled you out thin horrible winter,” Kachael said to herself, in strange pain and be-| wilderment of heart. Magsie watched | her hopefully, but Rachael did not| speak, and the gir, went on “When I cai to America I janything”—again there w eva | thought of you, and I listened to) pol pagent ny as a8 ove | what everyone said of you. You had) ny ee ine, tire a splendid boy, namedefor Greg, and) |. yelageed tuto dienes then another boy; you were richer| (oid tind nothing to ma and happier and more admired than) “sir peutly. ta diy.” A 3 | lever! And Rachael—I know you'll) .oo4., pesaeietay y irre fee on 4 forgive me—you were #0 much finer! sent think that elther one of us| She stopped. There wae an un earthly silence In the room. “I've tried to fight it, and I can not.” Magaie presently said in a email, tired voice; “It comes between me and everything I do. I'm not a great actress—I know that. I don't @ven want to be any more, I want to go away where no one will ever see mo or hear of mo again. I've heard of this—feeling’~ahe sent! Rachael a brave if rather uncertain | amile—“but I never believed tn it before! I never believed that when when you care” was Rachael grateful to be spared the great word| “you can't live or breathe or think | sigh, again | Rachael than ever—when I met you I saw “ aw this coming © were pty | that I couldn't dislike you, fase pl nage We were simply leouldn't do anything but admire,| | gd was only this year, only a few months ago, th De with all the others. I remember at a eo, that I began | |fo th hat per —pert | Lella’s wedding, when you wore dark sok ae bee ay rhaps—perhaps it blue and furs, and you looked so|7ou sndersood, you would wet—| lovely! And then I met Greg again.| yrs oe sway to live Just for e Iy, Rachael, I never| th boys, you love the country, an And truly, truly, Racha paver] cues z7a, yon love, tbe: cogahty, ai dreamed of this then would go on, I just as it has, only he would be happy, and [ would be happy. Oh, my God," said Magsie with quivering Mpx and brimming eyes, “how happy I would be! | “Dreamed of what? Rachael said with dry lips. ‘The girl's voice, the darkening room, the dull, fluttering flames of the dying fire, seemed all | like some oppressive dream. Rachael looked at her in impaasive “Dreamed Magsie’s = volee | aitence. | sank. Her , she put one} “At all the visitor aid hand over her heart, and pressed it | events | more composedly, “I have been plar there. “Then came my plan to 5°) ning for a week to come to you, | ge," she sald, taking UP) Rachael, and have this talk. I may| |her story, “and one day, when I was! haye done more harm than good-—1| ae : met ee 4) don't know; but from the instant I | tea together. ‘ve never forgotten) thought of it I have simply bee: one instant of that day! He tried) grawn, as if I w under & apeh? 1 to telephone you, but couldn't get} haven't #aid what 1m by to, 1| you; we just talked like any friends.|! know that I haven't «aid"—her| | But he promised to help me, he was! «nile was wistful and young and| so interested, and I was homesick| «weet, ax, rising from her chair, she! for Paris, and ready to die in this} stood looking down at Rac ant awful city! After that you gave me|«now badly I feel that it- it “he a dinner, and then we had theatricals,| peng #0," said Magslo. “Rut a and then Bowman placed me, and I|\now how deeply I've awh , . had to go on the rond, But I #aw| mired you! It must seem stranue t Greg two or three times, and onel you that 1 would come to you about | day—one day last winter’’—again it. But Ruskin, w v't it nd wan her voice faltered, as if she found] nor—aian't. they d oo apeech—"we drove in the Park,” she| changed between you and Grex, that oe . ‘ vetween you and Greg, that | — eure ‘and then Greg #aw/ you would be big enough and good how was.’ enough to help us all to find the Rachael sat silent, stunned. the solution, if there is oj “Oh, Rachael,” the girl said pas} frachael atood 1 tachael stood up, too, 80 nea sionately. “Don't think I didn’t fight] guest that she could tut ope Hand it! I thought of you, I tried to think] Gn Magute's shoulder. The wirt for us all. I said we would never 4 oa looked up at her with the faith of a distressed child “I'm glad you did come, Magsie,” said Rachael painfully, “altho I never dreamed, until this afternoon, see each other again, and I w away—you know that! For months after that day in the Park we hardly saw each other, And then, last sum mer, we met again, And he talked that—this—could possibly have bee! to me #0 Wonderfully, Rachael, about|in Warren's thoughts. You mock making ‘the best of it, about being] of divorce, quite naturally bY i, good friends anyway—and I've lived| Course anyone may, to me. out f on that! But T can’ Wy 9 pt ache can’t live on that) never had thought of it. It's a sad tangle, whatever comes of it, and “You've been seeing each other?” Rachael asked stupidly. “Oh, every day! At tea, you know, or sometimes, expecially before you came back, at dinner. And, Rachael perhaps you're right in feeling that we had better face it, and try to find the solution, if, as you say, there is one.” (Continued Monday) . & <a THE SEATTLE STAR--SATURDAY, JANUARY 10, 1920. What the Government Asks and What We Do THE Government, through the Department of Justice, has asked retailers over the country to: [ Feature the plainer and more substantial grades of goods in lower price lines STABLISHED 1890 This we do gladly because the Government asks it, and because it involves no change whatever in our practices and ideas of merchandising. This business has for years been building on the foundation of sound values in the necessary staples of life. e This business has for years undertaken to increase its volume by increasing its sales of the sensible, everyday, common things, which all must have and use. ‘ This business—one of the largest cash stores in the United States—has consistently urged the buying of merchandise on the basis of real intrinsic value and not for show or extrava- gance, and has tried honestly not to load its prices up with expensive service charges. The Bon Marche calls your attention to the following offerings of substantial grades of mer- chandise at low prices. Women’s Serge Dresses $19.50 Braided and embroidered in the wanted colors; Dresses that wear and look well, in misses’ and women’s sizes. Second Floor. Women’s Silk Dresses $25.00 Women's and Misses’ Dresses of silk or satin, in desirable colors and the new styles. Second Floor. New Georgette Blouses for Women—$5.75 Fashionable Blouses in white, flesh and light and dark costume shades, attractively elaborated. Second Floor. Women’s Lingerie Blouses at $1.50 Good values in Blouses of voile in firm weave, trimmed with tucks and with lace. Second Floor. Misses’ Well-Tailored Coats at $35.00 Brown and Navy Velour Coats in substantial qual- ity and good styles, well fiyished. Second Floor. Women’s Winter Coats at $35.00 Winter weight velour makes these Coats worth while in value; belted models, in navy blue. Sec- ond Floor. Elastic Top Girdles $2.00 Elastic top girdles, in sizes 20 to 26 in the style that appeals to women and misses who like com- fort. Second Floor. Pink Bandeaux 75c Pink Mesh or Pink Poplin Bandeaux in front or back fastening styles. Sizes 82 to 42. Second Floor. Women’s Mercerized Cotton Hose 65c Medium weight Stockings with reinforced heel and toe, in black, white and colors. Upper Main Floor. Girls’ and Misses’ Shoes $6.50 The Bon Marche has always offered and al- ways expects to offer “substantial grades of goods” at the lowest possible prices, not merely on special occasions, but every day of every year. We hold to these policies because they have proved successful, and because we think that the only way to permanent success for this store is to offer substantial goods at fair prices all the time, to all the people of the kind who daily throng this store. The merchandise listed below is not part of our January Clearance Sale and is not specially priced for today or tomorrow, but is a listing of a few seasonable samples of our stocks, which with thousands of similar articles are to be found at similar prices in this store at all times. Boys’ Army-Style Shoes $4.75 Army style Shoes for boys, suitable for dress or for school. Sizes 1 to 6. Lower Main Floor. — Girls’ Gingham Bloomer Dresses $2.95 Gingham Dress with Bloomers to match, in prac- tical styles. Trimmed with white at neck, belt and cuffs, Second Floor. Girls’ Cotton Middy Blouses at $2.50 Cotton Middies in regulation style, white or white with colored collar and cuffs. Second Floor. Women’s Suits at $45.00 Suits in smart practical styles, belted and well lined, and in several attractive mixtures. Second Floor. Fox Fur Scarfs for Women at $22.50 white Red Fox Scarfs for women, in animal shape, neat, well-lined effects. Second Floor. Men’s Overcoats $25.00 Chesterfield model in Oxford gray overcoating material. A conservative, medium weight gar- ment, just right for this climate. Upper Main Floor. Women’s Coat Sweaters $6.95 Coat Sweaters with trimmed pockets and full belted styles, finished with sailor collars, in nice weave and good colors. Second Floor. Gunmetal Low-Heeled Shoes for women or girls, in practical style. Sizes 2 to 7. Upper Main Floor. e Washable Capeskin Gloves $3.00 Strong, durable, washable Capeskin Gloves, pique sewn, one clasp, in sizes from 5% to 634, Upper Main Floor.