The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 22, 1920, Page 15

\ | Wi 1 ¥ tee , a | CHRISTMAS PTE ‘ Indians kept up such a ket all of the time that the poor prisoners could have no Peace dy day nor asleep by night. “Mra. Sanders was one of the women who was left, and she and of the other women and gtrls got together and talked hings over. “"It's nearty Christmas" they aid, ‘nearty Christmas; and al) these bieased children ought to be happy: surely, there is something we can do to make ft bright and @ifferent for them.’ “Mra. Sanders said, “Not much tm @ place like this, with these howling savages about us, and our lives tn danger every minute; but ‘We'll put our heads together and eee." “Just then she remembered Something. ‘I have it! she cried ‘TI have hidden away some real white flour and some dried Peaches; I will make up a lot of Peach pies! That will be a big treat." “So they soaked the peaches and made the pies, and they smelted—ammmm—thow they emelied, and there were plenty of them! The good smell crept out of the house and found Its way to the flat nose of old Beanty, and traightway Bearnty drew bis et about him and stalked Minto the house te find out about % ‘Hub? he grunted, sniffing. “huh? | “Mrs. Sanders said ‘pte” and rac | Beardy held out his hand, she gave him a piece, and hoe sat down tn @ corner and crammed ft in his mouth, “Piece after piece she fed him, and he crammed them m1 and swallowed them down faster than you cou believe, | “‘Let him have ef he wants? | they urged, ‘even tf we go hungry, | Beardy ts our only friend? | “After a while he seemed satie fied and stalked out, then they \sang songs and had a little | Christmas service and their feast heard awful yells tn the yard and & volce crying, ‘KIM! kill! kill! Tomahawk himf They thought their hour had come and ran to the door to see what had caused the outbreak. “There was olf Beardy writhing land yelling, ‘Be polsoned! Me killed! White squaw kill with | poison! I be she friend! Now I be she enemy! KI! kill! kin? “They sent measengers out to Beardy, and it took them a long | time to make him believe that ple } wasn’t poison, and be had that awful pain because he had been so greedy.” And now, David. my friend, Christmas morning when you dive Into that stocking you just re |member old Beardy, and when you | start on that turkey dinner don’t forget how overeating makes a fellow feel. Reker ADVENTURES | OF te T A NEW SONG be Tf ¢ Cy trotted to hunt them up. Tt was a good thing for Nick the twins got back the charm t Wasp Weasel had stolea, for had it been more necessary him to talk to the little people Meadow Grove than now. ‘This was why Nick had to talk many seats were empty Grove school under the ak that Mr. Scribble Scratch searcely have lessons. The Girt and the Blue Bottie| "The cold winds rage across the}n had not been there for weeks. now Fred Frog and Sammy , Ir, were gone, and Muff je, too. was puzzling to think why should be gone, when earth hunting was a thing of the Eddie Earthworm and all his were five feet underground, that was too far for Muff to after them. But Gone Muff anyway. So Mr. Scribble tch gave nick a not of names off he trotted to hunt them obby Robin Teases (Copyright, 1920, by The OR two full minutes Bobby Robin and Nibble Rabbit hid in the shock out in the middie of the pad Field, trying to catch their ths, Nibble had been running y from Gilder the Blacksnake, Bs bovny had been flying as fast as fhe could to catch up with him. Be sides, Bobby was bursting with news. “You lost Glider away back by the Brush Pile.” he explained at last. “Glider couldn't see you bounce off ' minute, looking for iy Bobby cocked his the other #ide because his head is near the ground.” e's ears flew up in surprise. hidn’t he smel] me?” he asked. he couldn't, then here, indeed, a new thing he bad learned. head sidewise th @ most mischilevous air. ‘eould follow you to the edge of the Clover Patch, But he lost you the minute you went out into the Hroad Field. Look at your feet, Nibble. You didn't leave any scent after you your little mud boots.” Nibble held up one forepaw and Jooked at it. Then he put outa hind One and looked at that, too, Sure enough, the sticky mud of the Proad Fieid had matted into his fur so at he was wearing 4 fine little set booty that came half-way to hin knees. halippy, slidy tracks he “There's where I got them,” he said. “] should think where I'd gone. “Glider!” laughed Bobby, scornful- ly. “Why, Giider’s too blind and stu- pid to see anything. He's. nowing ground on the Brush Pile right this the hole you g’t run into, And the little sticks ¢ his stomach, and he's getting wngrier and hungrier and crosser and crosser until—oh, I say, Nibble, Tive just got to go back and se fun, Come along!” Bobby giggled a throatful of chuckling notes and fit ted off, winking his tal] feathers to beckon Nibbie as he danced off. But it didn’t seem like fun to NTb Mile. Ho was still wo weak and shaky Glider would see “He | He looked down the row of had made. | A So Mr. Scribble Scratch gave Nick a lot of names and off up. Nancy had deelded: that as every | thing was covered with snow, and they had to scrupe off all the seats «ach morning before they could sit|” down, she would tench them a new song about it It was no time. | “violets and buttercups, brimming lwith dew?’ So she taught them | this one, called “King Winter” plain, Tra lala-latata! Tra nia lata! Winter roars with might ang main, Tra nla lata lala lala He nips our toes and be bites our ears, WELL, HERES A RAMER WARD \F Nou Can BE oun TEST AFTER CURIS MUS START HERE TODAY “Timmy” Dodds secretary the story), and bie boss, Grs e wieted — cons Midtand, are te Chicago via the At & desert water own, and © young on reste from Port Pioneer Short Line. tank the train ele 4 back fas take pheiter wi In| that waa certain, for singing about | Wi0 Jos" oh ar by four ® aut nf a « od by John king. The rive and the watchers by band ay the tank watk up ibe mine road, coming |Cited and fumed up, had taken ber | Oregon, to the locomotive, which has beea di cousin under her arm and they had |right, in spite of everything. You're gone to lie down in one of the} abled. NOW GO ON WITH THE sTORT I thought we were done for, but ANSWER. FT, So That’s Where WusT USEFUL ARNCLE Do WE- GET FROM “UE WIRECIXERS By FRANCIS LYNDE (Copyright, 1990, by Charts Serfimer’s fons) | his lowt engine, he didn't tet tt tn terfere with our wel ne when we took our passengers around to the ear and lifted them one at a time! over the railing and climbed up after them. Mr. Chadwick seemed to know Mra Shefla; at any rate, he shook hands with her and called her by name. Then he grabbed for the bors and fairly shouted at him: “Well well, Graham}—of all the lucky thingm this wid’ of Monopotam!a! How how in thunder did you manage to turn up here?*’ And all that, you know. explanationa, such as they came later, after the young confessing herself a bit ex the dew } © | were, lady | both |ataterooma, With the women out of | the way, the boas and Mr, Chadwick And he freezes our fingers tfi|Mr. Norcross chased me up into the wat together in the open compart we cry, my dears And we shiver and shake till we cry big tears, Ob, gloreeus old King Win-ter? But it was a cold song at best and didn’t cheer them up much. (Copyright, 1920, N. BE. A) wei, @ cs np Cc Glider the Blacksnake Associated Newspapers) [ater his run that he trembled every time Bobby spoke Gilider’s name What he wanted was to find his mother—or, at least, to know that | she wasn’t a Uttle matted ball of fur | under Hooter the Owl's tree. “I'd go and look right now,” he said to him self, “if I didn’t have to pasa that Brush Pile.” Suddenly he knew that now was his chance, while he still had his lit | tle mud boots on, Softly he crept thru the Clover Patch for fear Glider might be lurking in the long grass, ready to pounce on him, But long before he reached the Brush Pile itself he knew exactly where the wicked sake waa, He waa right on top of it. He waa right on top of it, and, | what is more, Bobby Robin was | circling about his ugly head to jeer at him, “Yah!" Bobbly was shouting. | “Heap big hunter; beaten by a bun-| a ny! Better go catch frogs in marsh!” Now, Nibble knew that was a most | insulting thing to say. For a frog tw | so stupid that almost anything can catch him-—ewpecially a snake, If a frog can posibly dive, he hides under a lilypad, If he can't, he just squawks and waits to be eaten, like a helpless baby bird Bobby was squawking loudly enough, but he wasn’t waiting to be eaten, He was taking very good care not to be, But he waa coming so clos@ to it that Nibble almost forgot everything else in watching him, Next story: What Happened to Glider the Blacksnake. NEW YORK.—Three men acensed |of concealing German ownership of New York Evening Mall during the the | war released on $10,000 ball each, | coupling |They are: Dr. Kaward A. Rumely, |S. W. Kaufman and N, R. Lindheim. All three have appealed from sen- tence of one year and one day in the penitentiary. cab for a lantern, With the light we began to hunt around in the short rass, all four of us down on our hands and knees doing the needie-in the-haystack stunt. I had been sen sible enough to show the little girl the other ¢ knew exactly what to look for, and it did me a heap of good when it turned out that she was the one who found the lost bit of steel, “I've got it—I've got it!” she cried; and sure enough she had. The hold up prople had merely taken It out and thrown ft aside on the extreme ly probable chance that nobody would be foolish enough to look for it so near at hand, or, looking, would be able to find it in the dark. It didn’t take more than a min ute or two, with a wrench from the engineer's box, to put the key back n place. Then, with one to boost and the other to pull, we got our two passongers up into the high cab, | and Mr. Norcross made them as lcomfortable as he could on the fire man’s box, showing them how to brace and hang on when the ma chine should begin to bounce over the rough track of the old spur While he was doing this, I threw a few shovelfuls of coal into the fire | box and put the blower on; and when | we were all set, the bons opened the |throttle and we went carefully nos ling our way up the gulch and keep as we ground and squealed around the cupves, | It must have been four or five miles back in the hills to the place where we found the private car, and ja little way short of it we picked up |Mr, Chadwick's conductor, walking the ties to try to get in touch with the civilized world onee more. He looked a trifle suspicious when he found the engine in the hands of still another bunch of strangers, and two of ther women; but as soon as he heard Mr. NoMross’ name he quit | ffish and got suddenly Young as he was for @ top-rounder, the bows had a “rep,” and I guess there were not very many railroad men west of ‘the Rockies who didn't know him, or know of him. The conductor told.us where we'd find the car, and we found it just as he said we would; pushed in on an old mine-loading track at the end of the spur, The other members of the crew were off and waiting for us; and standing out on the back platform, in the full glare of the headlight as we nosed up for a there was a big, gray jhaired man, bareheaded and dressed }in rough-looking old clothes like a mining prospector, The big man waa “Uncle John” Chadwick, and if he was properly @stonished at sccing us turn up with being spectful. nnecting- rod key, so she | jing ahead over the old track, feel-) ling a sharp lookout for the Alexa} ment while the train crew wns |trundiing us back to the main line Mr. Norcroes bad put me in right by telling the wheat king who J was, so they didn't pay any atten tion to me. a matter of course. 4 the tatk umped first to the mysterious hold and the reason All elther of them could say |didn% serve to throw any light on the mystery, not a single ray, There had been no violence—the pistol shots had been merely meant to |seare the trainmen—and there had been no attempt at robbery; for that matter, Mr, Chadwick hadnt even seen the kidnapers, and hadn't known what was going on until after it was all over, | Mr. Norerosn told what we had jmeen, and how we had come to be where we were able to see it, but that didn’t help out much, either From any point of view it seemed perfectly foolish, and the bows made mention of that. If we hadn't hap pened to he there to bring the en befallen Mr. Chadwick and the crew of the special would have been a few hours’ bother and delay. In the course of time the conductor would have walked out and got to a wire station somewhere, tho it might have to get another engine, Naturally, Mr. Chadwick was red hot about it, on general principles I guess he wasnt ured to being kid naped. But, after all, the thing that bgthered him most was the fact that he couldn't acoount for it “1 can't help thinking that tt te connected with what is due to hap- | pen tomorrow morning, Graham,” he jsald, at the end of things. “There jare some certain scoundrels in Por: tal City at the present moment who |wouldn't stop at anything to gain | their ends, and I am wondering now |if Dawes waan't mixed up in ft.” | ‘The boss laughed and said “You'll have to begin at the be- sinning with me; I’m too new in | thie region to know even the nasnes. | Who fs Dawes?” | “Dawes ie a mining man tn Portal City, and before [4 been an hour in town yesterday he hunted me up and wanted me to go over to Strath. a to look at some gold prospects |he’s trying to finance, I said ‘No’ jat first, because I was expecting you, and thought you'd reach Portal City this morning. show up, I knew L had |more on my hands, and as Dawes was «till hanging on, I had our |trainmaster give me a special over to Strathcona, on @ promise that I'd be brought back early this eve ning, ahead of the ‘yer’ from the west—the train you were on.” Mr. Norcross nod@ed. promise wasn't kept.” ‘ fine back, the worst that could have | taken him all night, and then some, | When you dind’t| twelve hours | “And the "You've been riding over the Pio- carly | “No promise is ever kept on the | Pioneer Short Line,” growled the big magnate, And then, with @ beau of apeech: “Onoe in a blue moon the chapter of accidents hite the bull's eye whack in the middle, Graham. When Hardshiw wired me from| Portland, I k 4 -ouldn’t reach Portal City before thie morning, at| the very earliost, That waa going | to cut my time pretty short, with the big gun due to fired tomorrow | morning, and you cut it still shorter by losing twelve hours somewhere on | the road—thay told me in the dis-| |Pateher’s office that your train was |dDehind a wreck somewhere op in But tt hos turned out all wy here, and we've got the night be fore un.” Axain Mr. Norcross mid something about beginning at the beginning. | Just remember that I am entity | jin the dark,” he Went on, “T difn’t | see Hardehaw at all before leaving | Portland, he merely forwarded your | wire, asking me to stop over in | Portal City, to me on the train—and t was handed to me just before din: | thia evening. Of course, that| | was enough—from anybody who has/ | been as good a friend to me as you} have.” “We'll see presently just how fur Ithat friendship rope is going to reach,” returned the wheat king, and tho my back was turned to them |I could easity imagine the quizzical |twinkle of the shrewd old eyen that went with {t. Then I suppome he nodded toward me, for the bons maid + “Ob, Jimmie’s all right; he knew what I had for dinner this evening and hell know what I'm going to have for breakfast tomorrow morn ing - With the bridle off, the big man went ahead abruptly, cutting out all the frills, “You finished your buflding con. tract on the Oregon Midland, Gra |ham, and after the road was opened for business you refused an offer of the general managership. Would you mind telling me why you did | that?” “Not tn ner the least. I'm rather burnt out on trying to operate jAmerican railroads; at any rate, when it comes to trying to operate one of them for a legitimate profit There is nothing in it. An operat ing head is now nothing more than ja seorekeeper for a national gambling game. The boss gamblers |around the railroad poet in the stock | exchange tell him what he has to do and where he has qo get off. Stock |gumbiing, under whatever name it masquerades—boosting values, buy ing and selling margins, reorganiza tions, with their huge rakeoffs for the underwriters—ia the Incubus which is crushing the life out of the nation’s industries, especially in the railroad field. It makes me wish I'd never seen a railroad track.” “Yet it is your trade, isn't it?” asked the wheat king. “It ia, Dut luckily I can bulld raf roads as well af operate them; and |there are other countries besides the United States of America, I'm on my way home to Iilinols for @ little visit with my mother and alsters; and after that T think I shall close with an offer I've had from one of the Canadian companies.” “Good boy!’ chuckled the Chicago magnate. “In due time we might |hope to be reading your name in ithe newspapers—'Sir Graham Nor- crows, D. 8. O.,' or something of that sort.” Then, with a sharp return to the sort of gritting seriousness: meer Short Line since this You say We STOLE Your sutr case? WAS THERE ANY Liquor Wm rr? It Comes F'rom? Yount RIGUT4— WusT Do WE oft FROM SUE SEAL? tiful disregard for the mixed figures | § morning, Graham; what think of it? I could figure it pretty well when | he said: “There may be worse man: | aged, worse neglected pieces of rail- | The most active volcano in the WHY WHEN 1 WAS A KID 1 USED TO RING @o you, tho history of the road?” When I got up to get a match, I couldn't see the boss’ amfle, but | Mr. Norcross was shaking his head and saying: “Not categorically; no.” (Continued Tomorrow) | medicine, " GAINS 16 POUNDS AND FEELS FINE Since Taking Tanlac, Says Esteemed Spokane Woman “Tm now enjoying the best of health, and balance the scales at |one hundred and forty-eight pounds, which is sixteen pounds more than 'I weighed before taking Taniac,” |declared Mra E. F. Snow, bighly lesteemed resident of 907 W. 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