The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 12, 1920, Page 9

i val if i | IN HISTORY Ne Camouflage— Actual 25 to 50 Per Cent Discounts On Staple Goods (Continued From Our Last Issue) CHAPTER XI When a Lorrigan Loves, HAT night Lance sang songs with Bello until after 10 o'clock, He sale in his name, I wish you'd keep the money, And some day, maybe, I take it.” never told me a word about whispered pitifully, drop T| R it,” He ping forehead on Lance's broad U | would have sung pear ep tt cart cheat. “Honey, it never used to be pened that in the middie of @ partlo| iiis way, He used to tell me things. ularly pleasing yodel, Tom put his head out of the bedre plored Lance to forthe Lord-sake up on the Ridge to howl | But now, he doean't—much, Last spring, when he built the schoolhouse and all, | was so glad! It was more | Uke old times, and 1 thought—but | the fight turned him and the boys again, and now they're just as far N K| S| “But you know ‘Tom's been out riding hard and not getting much sleep, so T guess maybe we better) off as ever. Lance, I don't whine eu out the concert, honey,” Belle| you never heard Helle whine in your 4 TRUNKS SUIT CASES BOSTON BAGS MUSIC CASES told Lance, getting up and laying her! tite, did you, honey? But tt'®— houlders. Lance, you kind across his Lance, do you mind if Belle 0 . tella you things, Just thi nee? make me think the clock's #et back | You've changed, eome, but not like 90 years, when I look at you. You're|the rest. Please, Lance, [ want to Tom, all over—and I did think you! jean against you and—and feel how were going to be like me,” | strong you are—"* | Lance scowled just a little, “No, A great tenderness, a great over | tm not Tom all over--I'm Lance all) whelming desire to comfort hin over.” mother, who had never let him call “You're Lorrigan all over,” her mother, seized Lance, His arma BRIEF CASES LADIES’ PURSES PLUSH AND BEADED BAGS And Miscellancous Leather Goede BEGEROW TRUNK CO. 1409 FOURTH AVE Between Pike and Unien Relle TRUNKS persisted. “And you're Just like Tom! closed around her and he backed to when he was your age. Good Lord,/an armchair and sat down on it | how times doca slip away! Tom holding her close. | was stopped at 36th ave, and BE, Mer.| used to be so full of fun and say! “Don't care, Belle-—it's all right dup > Man Finds Business Is Poor} auch funny things—and now it's Just ride and ride and work, and eat |1t's going to be all right. I'm Just loer st. His pockets yielded —— Lance, but I'm A. anend wren | The same bandit stopped G. W. Une. sleep. That trouble with were made to take care of thetr lone highwayman pe stygne mar bat | worth, $23 334 ip st need *AME! ougias kind of—changed Te women. Talk to me—tell me what's from two victims in the Madrona | neighborhood, and obtained § the boys. You went away.” You've|been eating your heart out, lately Wednesday night. | “It's tough going,” the holdup com- BB. Fricie, 3411 E. Mercer st../ plained, as he pocketed the money. Safe ITLALAC tes ME ANTS o04 INVALIDS T Worlick’s Origiad changed too, but in a different way It soured them, just a little. I was glad when you stirred things up a Uttle, last spring, and gave that dance. Or I war giad, till it ended up the way it did. Lance, honey, I'm awfully darn sorry about that plano. Tom-—-well, all of us were #0 darn mad to think she never even anked uw" It's in your eyes, I saw it when I came home last spring, and I nee tt now every time they come and go.” “You've seen it, honey?” Belle’s whisper was agninst his ear. She did not look at his face, “There's nothing to see, but--one feels it Tom's good to me—but he tan't close to me, any more, The boys are good to me-—but they're like strangers. Malted M Milk an —_ Swen | » a “Don't care any more about that.| They don’t talk about things, the 5 J t Belle. Please don't. And by the| way they used to do. They come aad Substitutes | 8: I took the money Mary Hope|and go.” wanted to give dad for the school Lance's big, well-kept hand went house. Perhaps he didn't tell you,lup to smooth her hair with a com. but I took it and wave ber @ bill of forting caressing movement infi- tavalideand Growing ChDdren | Rich milt, malted grein extract in Powder Origine! 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SIMMONS COMPANY ATLANTA KENOSHA SAN FRANCISCO SIMMONS BEDS Built for Sleep ELIZABETH MONTREAL hitely sweet to Belle, “I know,” he maid quietly, and kissed her com. fortingly “That helps,” whispered Belle “You've changed, too—but not like the rest, thank God, And I thought maybe you had noticed thing» “TL have noticed that the Devil's Tooth in mighty busy chasing dollars on the hoof,” soothed Lance, “It haa left our Kelle alone too much and it has gotten on her nerves, Go to bed, woman-—and dream of pleas. ant things.” Tho next morning Lance was 4rinking his first cup of coftes when Holle appeared in a thin blue kimono and lacey breakfast cap roused himself from scowling medi-| tation and gave her a smile “Sleep any?” “Not much,” sighed —_—BRelle. “Tom-~" she pped and looked at Lance heat ely. “Tom had to push the cattle back from Lava Bed way—he says this weather's drying up Lava Creek and the stock’'ll suffer if they're left drifting up and down the mudholes where they've watered all summer. He took the boys and started about 2 in the morning—to get out of the heat. I—I didn’t think you'd want to go, honey—”* “You thought right. 1 didn't want to go; it's too hot,” Lance assured her, and refrained from looking at ber face and the pathetic cheerful- ness she was trying #o hard to make real. “It's pultry, It's going to storm- “You. It's going to Lance set down his empty cup. may go fishing, Belle, Don't look for me back--I may ride over and seo how tho AJ is making out. The) little Boyle girl i# not married yet, 1 hoper* “Oh—no, No, she isn't, Lanoce,| honey—"* Lance walted beside her chair, but! Helle seemed to forget that she had anything to say, “Don't get caught out,” she said apathetically. “I won't" Lance kissed her light ly. “Ge back to bed. |for you to be up.” At the stable Lance saddied Coaley tied on an emergency ration of grub. “Fishin'’s good day Storm's coming Ubhuh—you bet,” Sam Pretty Cow observed as Lance | mounted. . May Lance assented noncom mittally and rode away For more than an hour he rode and tried to fix his mind upon the | thing he had set out to do. Me knew well where he was going Hoy not to mee Mary | Certain facts wtared at him | gibbered thelr sinister meaning. and |dared him to ride en and discover other facts, blood-brothers of these that haunted him o nights. Conley, feeling hin rider's mood, sensing also the potent of the heavy, heat-saturated atmosphere and the rolling thunder heads, slowed his j springy trot to a walk and tossed his head uneasily from side to side. Then, quite without warning, Lance wheeled the horse around and touched the reeking flanks with hi» heels. tool—but I can't stand any more of this!" be muttered savagely, and rode at a sharp trot with his back to the slow-gathering storm. He found Mary Hope half a mile | from the Douglas house, at the edge |of the meadow round which Hugh was driving a mower. Mary Hope was leaning against one lone little poplar tree, her hat in her hand, and her eyes staring dully into the world of sorrowful thoughts. Relief and a great, hungry tenderness flooded the soul of Lance when he saw her. He pulled up and ewung off beside her. “Girlk-thank the good God you're all right,” he said, and took her in his arms, the veins on his temples beating full with his hot blood. “I had to come. I had to see you. Oh, girl, you're mine! The Lorrigan name—what does it matter? You're mine—I love you. You'll love me. I'll make you love me. You'll love me Ull you won't care who I am or who you are. We'll get married— we'll make a world of our own, just youand lI, Are you game? Are you game to love Lance the way Lance loves you? Oh, girl, tell me!" A chill t swept them like the men her father's hate, A der mble drowned what le stammered, He ah ) his arma, kissed her Up r cyos, her bair, went back to her lips again. Spitting the thunder crashed close behind them, a vivid white line cleaving sharply the snarling clouds. Like @ sleeper Lance opened the eyes he had closed against her hair and lifted his head, must take you home,” he said. “It's going to storm—hard. But let me tell you sweetheart—it can't storm as bard as I can love you. I'll take you home, and they you'll marry me.” Mary Hope's face was pale and radiant. She did not say that she would marry him—nor did she say |that she would not. Her eyes were |misty with tears until she winked hard, when they shone softly, Lance had never seen them so blue. She stood still, her hands clasped together Ughtly, while he gathered up the reins and mounted. He pulled his foot from the left stirrup, reached down to her and smiled. Never had she seen him smile like that. Never had she seen that look in his eyes. She breathed deep, reached up and caught the saddie horn, put her foot in the stirrup and let him lft her beside him. “Do you love me, sweetheart?” His yes, close to her own, flamed softly, iaking Mary Hope think dizzily of r fires, “I do—I do!” she gasped. annot think how I love ares me to think!” Her arm was round his neck, her face was turned o his, He saw her lips form the words, uessed what it was she was saying. “he crash on crash of thunder beat he sound of her voice to nothing- ness. The white glare of the lght- ning flashes blinded them. “It struck close, ‘That shed—look!” Lance's volce was no longer the voice of the young male whose love would verride Fate itself. It waa the voice of the man who will meet emer- cencies quietly, wnflinchingly, and soothe the woman's fear, “Don't be afraid—it's all right, sweetheart.” He smiled at Marp Hope's pallor, “Oh, I storm.” It's too early | | “I'm seventeen kinds of a damnif| you—tt | lingerie rib¥ons. White and flesh. Eight { | home. A shed, sufficiently detached to keep its fire to itself, was blaxing. Coaley galloped thru the gate, passed on the ground, stopped abruptly when Lance pulled sharply on the bit "Girl-a weetheart—be game!” Lance said, sternly, when Mary Hope sereamed He let her to the ground, swung off and passed her, running to the pitifully still litte Mgure of Mother Dougias lying in the pathway, her checked apron Mapping, its starchy stiffness showing limp dark spots where the rain drops splashed. “She's only shocked. She's all right—stop that screaming! Good SHARP CAN NOW AT BACON FOR HIS BREAKFAST Prominent Blue Grass Farmer Craves Food He Hadn't Relished for Years ‘W. 8. Sharp, a prominent farmer living near Lexington, in the fa- mous “Blue Grass” region of Ken- tucky, said: “I have suffered for many years from stomach trouble and indiges- tion, For the last five years at least I haven't had an appetite in the mornings. I couldn't enjoy my break- fast like other men because I had littlé desire to eat, and if I did eat anything it turned into a hard lump in my stomach and I was sick for the rest of the day. “I had a fulness in my stomach and the pains would almost set me wild. I had very little life in me and ‘seemed to drag myself through the day. I let my condition rock along ‘hoping that it would leave me, or that I would find some kind of med- icine that would do the work. “I made up my mind then and there to try Tanlac and it was a lucky thing that I did. I began taking the medicine that night whon I got home and it helped me right from the start, It just seemed to touch the spot and I soon began to eat of mornings. I wanted things for breakfast that T never cared for before. For instance, I had some fat bacon cooked up for me and I | relished it and digested every particle of it. “I can now eat pretty nearly everything something I haven't been able to do in five years. Noth- ing seems to hurt me now. My stomach trouble has gone entirely and I am like other men. I can now stand fatigue and exposure bet- ter than ever before in my life.” Tanlac is sold in Seattle by Bartell Drug Stores under the personal di- rection of a special Tanlac represen: tative-—Advertisement. ‘ When you think of advertis. , ing, think of The Star, : Silk Underwear Offering Setrenrdinnry | Valum in Sill Chemises, Camisoles —A most attractive variety of styles, embracing the styles, simpler trimmings of lace and tucks, medallions, inset shirrings of georgette and bows of two-tone French SILK CHEMISES —Three dozen dainty, effectively designed Envelope Chemises of crepe he renseuied her as they neared her! God, girl, whers's your nerve?” the house, shied at something lying} ‘A Special Sale of and Gowns pistes tailored , and quite elaborate effects in Specially ly Priced at $3.95 de chine, different styles—each one an unusual value for $3.95. 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It's a tremendous burden sleeves, and wrinkles across his back, | fall on her shoulders, Mr. Lorrigan.’ Lance turned his own steaming ap-| “The Rateeh will not fall parel before the kitchen fire and I don’ waited to hear what the doctor had to say. rt think she'll live thru this,” the doctor began, abruptly. “Tt was not the lightning, altogether, tho she undoubtedly did recei a@ severe shock. There has been a predispo Town folks think it’s High Cost of Living. Farmers know it’s High Cost of Loafing—not on the farm, where the day is sixteen hours long, but in fac- tories and shops, where the workers want to quit after six or seven hours. This H. C. L. plus the H. C. S.—the High Cost of Spending—are the sky- rockets that keep prices up, says * ‘The COUNTRY GENTLEMAN I wish you’d read about The High Cost of Loafing in the Great National Farm Weekly. It would be worth the sub- scription price of $1.00 a year to you! what H. C. L. really ‘means, and WHO'LL BE FIRST TO ORDER TODAY? H. B. 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