The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 16, 1920, Page 7

MONDAY, NOVEMHPR 15 1920. AS MINE; SAYS ALLEN Army Captain Alleges It) Had Been Placed by Mis- take in Kubeys’ Yard | veoverns | The Count when he sawed down That he was o Own property cond Magpole on the premises of Miss d jorence Kubey, Seattle violiniste th ‘Was the defense raised Tuesday by an e Capt. KR. D. Allen, of the U. 8 ° quartermaster corps, iW dd Tawa carr, asontine w| W ediding Miss Kubdey’s complaint to the prose cuting attorney, hauled down the fag on Armistice eve and later hired | two men to cut down the pole. Captain Allen declared that he took Guest . Copyright, 1920, by Doubleday, Page @ Co.; pudlished by special arran lady, Mixes Conway | was small and unobtrus plain, snuffy-brown dress, and be stowed her interest, which seemed languid, upon her plat She lifted her diffident eyelids perspicuous, judicial glance at | Donovan, politely murmured name, and returned to her mutton Mr. Donovan bowed with the grace | and beaming smile that were rapidly winning for him social, business and nage advancement, and erased | the snuffy drown one from the tab Accused Captain and | iets of his conriteration Wi f. Di Two weeks later Andy was «itting ire isappear| the front steps enjoying his cigar, WASHINGTON, Nov. 16.- Captain | There was @ soft rustle behind and @nd Mra Beverly Grayson Chew se | above him, and Andy turned his eluded themselves today after post | head had his head turned, Ponement of their arraignment in po-| Just coming out of the door was lice court upon a charge of stealing | Miss Conway. She wore @ night costly furs and other garments from | black dreas crepe de—crepe de— @ fashionable apartment house, and | oh, this tht n black goc Her hat from the Army and Navy club. They | was bi and from oped and eft their hotel and gave no new ad-| fluttered an ebon veil, filmy as & Mistake on the Kubey property. @hould haye been on my lot.” The quartermaster officer declared | t he did not consider it necessary sive notice of the removal of the Mag staff from the property of the | Violiniste, He stated that he consid aay it an insult when the flag was Hot lowered at sundown. “The flagpole is now réposing in| My basement,” Captain Allen con-| eluded. it ve, Sho wore j spider's web. She stood on the top p and drew on black silk gloves. Not a speck of white or a spot of color about her drese anywhere. Her Dies After Auto Runs Over Him)" ideo hair was drawn, with BRAVE! cs scarcely ® ripple, into a shining wip aol ~ Nov. 16—| smooth knot low on her neck. Her Beott Alien was run over and killed here yesterday by an automobile driven by George Myers. Allen is gid to have been confused by a Passing auto truck, walking directly into the machine of Myers, who was @riving slowly, according to reporta, _ Fisheries Co. Wants crepe de—oh, crepe de chine—that's to Disincorporate | : All black, and that sad, faraway A petition for voluntary @isincor. | ati and the hair shining under the oration was filed in superior court | black veil (you have to be a bionde, Monday by the Anacortes Fisheries | of course), and try to bok as If, Co. capitalized at $1,000,000. The re| altho your young life had been } quest, the petition states, is the awe Just as it was abo ‘o give galt of a decision of stockholders|a hopskipandajump ovef the face was plain rather than pretty, but it was now illuminated and made almost bedutiful by her Jarge «ray eyes that gazed above the houses acrosa the street into the sky with an expression of the most appealing sadness and melancholy. Gather the idea, girle—all black, you know, with the preference for ‘the fag because it had not been} ment with the Wheeler Jowered at the sunset hour in ac Syndicate, Inc. @erdance with army custom. | One evening when Andy Donovan “I took the flagpole because it! Went to dinner at his Second avenue! Delonged to me,” the captain assert | boarding house, Mrs. Scott intr @A Tuesday. “It was erected by | @uced him to a new boarder, a young Misa Conway | HUMOR ROMANCE | eight minutes yet, and quickly shift-| ed his center of gravity to his low cut patent leathers f It'* @ fine, clear evening, Mined Conway,” he maid; and if the weather bureau could have heard the confi dent emphasis of his tones t¢ would have hoisted the square white signal nailed it to the boast > them that has the heart to | ¢ THE PATHOS EATT ‘Ile gave me this the night he left for Italy," maid Miss Conway, “I| had the one for the locket made| from this.” | A finelooking man,” aid Mr. Donovan, heartily How would it] sult you, Miss Conway, to give me the pleasure of your company to] Coney next Sunday afternoon? | announced enjoy it, it is, Mr, Donovan,” said| 4 month e they * their engag nt to Mra, Scott and Mins Conway, with a sich the oth t : a r | Mr, Donovan, in bis heart, cursed) an ‘ qua: mI Miss Conway fair weather Heartless weather it nunued to wear black should hall and blow and snow to be| A Week after the announcement | consonant with the mood of Mins bench in | Conway ie the fut-| I hope none of your retatives—1) tering loaves of t ee made a dim Jhope you haven't sustained @ loss?” | kinetoscopic picture of them in the | ventured Mr, Popovan nonlight. But Donovan had worn | | “Death has ciimed,” aald Mins|® look of abstracted gloom all day Conway, heattating not a relative,| @ was so ailent t ht that love a) but one who—Dut 1 will not intrude | !P# could not keep back any longer my grief upon you, Mr. Donovan. the questions that love's heart pro- “Intrude?" protested Mr, Donovan, | Pounded Why, say, Mise Conway, I'd be de What's the matter, Andy, you are ligted, that is, I'd be sorry—I mean | °° 80! and grouchy tonight? I'm sure nobody could «ympathize| “Nothing, Maggie "I know better, Can't I ten? You with you truer than I would.” Miss Conway emiled a litUe amie. And ob, it was agéder than her ex Pression in repo: “‘Laugh, and the world laughs }with you; weep, and they give you the laugh,’” ashe quoted. x learned that, Mr, Donovan, I bh no friends or acquaintances in this | city, But you have been kind to me. 1 appreciate it highly.” He had passed ber twiee at the table. “It's tough to be alone tn New York—that's a cinch,” said Mr. Don ovan. “But, say—whenever this lit | tle old town does loosen up and get friendly it goes the limit, Say you} took a little stroll in the park, Mins Conway—don't you it might chase away some of your muley rubs? And if you'd allow me—" “Thanks, Mr. Do ra be! pleased to accept of your escort if uu think the company of one whose heart is filled with gloom could be anyways agreeable to you.” Thru the open gutes of the fron mailed, olf, downtown park, where the elect once took the air, they strolled, and found a quiet bench There is this difference between the grief of youth and that of old age; youth's burden ts lightened by as much of it as another shares; old age may give and give, but the sor) row remaing the same. “He was my fiance,” confided Mins Conway, at the end of an hour, “We! were going to be married next/ spring. I don't want you to think| that I am stringing you, Mr. Dono van, but was a real Count. He ad an est, and « castle tn Italy. the pepper = 10. The firm bas no debta it| threshold of life, a walk tn the park Ws alleged. might do you good, and be sure to ASE FOR and GET happen out the door at the right mo ment, and—oh, It'll fetch ‘em every _Maited ed Milk — time. But it's tierce, now, how cyni- cal I am, ain't it?—to talk about mourning costumes this way. Mr. Donovan suddenly reinserfhed Miss Conway upon the tablets of his tor Infante and invalids | femaining Inchande-quarter of bis dvoid Imitations aad Substitutes! cigar, that would have been kood for SERRSSSe eee This Handsome Cabinet EXCEPTIONAL OFFER MAKES IT POSSIBLE FOR YOU TO HAVE THE BEST MUSIC IN YOUR HOME AT ONCE Hear the great artists in your own home. Grand opera solos and instrumental pieces played and sung by the world’s best musicians—jazz that will make you want to dance—you can have them all now— On Terms of This beautiful phonograph comes in Oak, Walnut or Ma- hogany; has cabinet space for 120 selec- tions. | The offer includes the phonograph as described, a record brush, eight selec- tions of your own choice (four double- faced $1.00 records) and a large assort- ment of needles. Price complete | $124.50, on terms of $2.00 a week. YOUR FAVORITE MUSIC We will gladly play the music you favor most. - Come in today and hear as mgny selections as you like, Chickering, Meblin and |worst of it from all siden |don't say you have no friends in |this city, | well be a leader among his fellows. jot Aernando, Count Fernando Marsini was his name. I never saw the beat of him for elegance Papa objected, of course, and once we eloped, but papa overtook us, and fook ua back. I thought ure Fernando and papa would fight a duel. Papa has a livery busines—in P*kipses, you know. “Pinay, papa came ‘round af | ff right, and said we might be married next spring. Fernando showed him proofs of his title and wealth@and then went over to Italy to get the castle fixed for us, Papa's very proud, and en Fernando wanted to give me several thousand dollars for my trousseau he called him down something awful. He wouldn't even let me take a ring or any presents from him. And when Fernando mailed I came to the city and got « position as cashier in a candy store. “Three days ago I ght @ letter) from Italy, forwarded from P’kipace, saying that Ferdf&indo had been killed | in & gondola accident. “That is why I am in mourning. My heart, Mr. Donovan, will remain forever in his grave. I guess I am poor company, Mr. Donovan, but I cannot take any Interest in no one. I should not care to keep you from gayety and your friends who can «mile and entertain you. Perhaps you would prefer to walk back to the house?” Now, girls, if you want to observe ® young man bustle out after a pick and shovel, just tell him that your heart is in some other fellow's grave Young men are graverobbers by na ture. Ask any widow. Something| must be done to restore that missing | organ to weeping angels in crepe de | chine, Dead men certainly get the! “I'm awfully sorry,” said Mr. Don. , tly. . we won't walk back to the house just yet. And Ming Conway. I'm awful and I want you to believe I'm | and that I'm awful sorry, your friend, sorry.” “I've got his picture here in my locket,” said Mise Conway, after wiping her eyes with her handker. chief. “I never showed it to any body; but I will to you, Mr, Dono van, because I believe you to be a true friend. Mr. Donovan gared tong and with | much interest at the photograph ‘n| locket that Misa Conway opened him. “The tace of Count Mazaini | was one to command ‘interest. It! was @ smooth, intelligent, bright almost a handsome face—the face of | a strong, cheerful man who might “| have a larger one, framed, in my room,” said Misa Conway, “When | return I will show you thar are all I have to remind moe But he ever will be resent in my heart, that’s a sure thing.” A subtle task confronted Mr, Dono: | van—that of supplanting the unfor- tunate count in the heart of Miss Conway. This his admiration for her determined him to do. But the magnitude of the undertaking did not seem to weigh upon his spirits: The sympathetic but cheerful friend | was the roje ho essayed; and he| played it #0 successfully that the next half-hour found them convers: ing pensively across two plates of ies cream, tho yet there was no diminution of the sadness in Miss Conway's large gray eyes. Before they parted in the hall that evening she ran upstairs and brought, down the framed photograph wrap- ped lovingly in a white silk scart. Mr. Donovan surveyed dt with in- serutable aver They | River. |district as far as influence goes, but| never acted this way before. iw nr It's nothing much, Maggie.” “Yeu, it ix and I want to know TT bet it's some other girl you are thinking @bout. All right Why don't you go get her if you want her? Take your arm away, if you please.” “IN tell you, then," said Andy wisely, “but I guess you won't un-| derstand it exactly oft i've heard Mike Sullivan, haven't you? ‘Big Mike’ Sullivan, everybody calls him.” No, I haven't.” sald Maggte. “And T don't want to, if he makes you act like this, Who ip he?” He'n the biggert man in New York,” mid Andy, almost reverently ty other old | Hew a4 He can about do anything he wants} to with Tammany or thing in the politieal » n high and as broud as Bast You may anything against Big Mike, and you'll have a miliion men on your collarbone in about two | seconds, Why, he made a vinit over to the olf country awhile back, and] » kings took to their holes like} ta Fell, Fig Mike's a friend of mine. 1 ein’? more chan & high In the rab Mike's as good a friend to a little man OF @ poor man as he ts to a big one, I met him today on the Bowery, and what do you think he does? ‘Andy,’ mys be, ‘I've been keeping cases on you. You've been What | § : leverything out, Maggie. lhopes you would before the wedding LE STAR putting In some good licks over on f the street, and I'm proud of you. What'l} you take to rink ? He takes a @igar, and 1! nke a highball. I told him I was olng to get married in two weeks Andy,’ says he, ‘send me an invita tion, 90 I keep in n I'll come to the what Big Mike says to ‘lways does what he says. | “You don't understand it, Magste but I'd have one of my hands cut off to have Big Mike Sullivan at our wedding. It would be the proudest day of my life, When he goes to « man's wedding, there's a guy being married that's made for life w, that's why I maybe looking sore to- | night | Why don't you Invite him, then. if he's so much to the mustard?” Magete, lightly wald There's a reason why T tan’t,” anid Andy, sadly, “There's a reason why he mustn't be there. Don't ask me wha rt can't tell you “Oh, I don't care,” said Maggie, It's something about polities, of course. But it's no reason why you can't smile at me.” | “Maggie.” said Andy, presentty fo you think as much of me as you { your—as you did of the Count | Mazszini’”’ j He waited a long time, but Magute | lid not reply, And then, suddenly * leaned against his shoulder and n to ery—to ery and shake with | holdifg bis arm tightly, and ting the crepe de chine with re. | There, there, there soothed Andy, putting aside his own trouble. And what is it, now? “Andy,” sobbed Mageta, “I've Hed to you, and you'll never marry me, any more, But I feet that I've got to tell. Andy, dhere never was 80 touch am the little fin- of a count. 1 never bad « beau in my life, Bot all the other gtris had; and they talked about ‘em; and that seemed to make the fellows like | or love me em more Andy, 1 look swell in black—you"know I do. 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