The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 23, 1920, Page 13

Tom, Look AY ‘Te LTE PUPPY “THAT FOLLOWED ME Wome! fen'T We cure? Page 241 THAT “LEFT OUT" FEELING AY were sitting about the; who aren't chosen for the special bright fire tn the living room, | parts in Sunday school Christmas busy about some sort of Christ. | entertainments; men who aren’t Mas work—Grandmother, a guest, | PUt On committees; boys who and Motherdear, when David | aren't asked to be the heroes in ne in from school, He didn’t| class plays, Al of us, little and in as usual and pounce on | di. sometimes get ‘left out’ and hordear wth a bear hug and| feel badly about it. hard kiss. He closed the door) «when 1 was 5 years old I re WIM ~ PUT Hing 1 & } iy and came in slowly and god half a minute beside her be- fore he kissed her at all. Tt wasn't quite natural, Grand. mother looked up with a question tm her eyes and Mother-dear said, “What is it, son? Something gone Wrong with your world?” “Oh, not s0 very much,” he an Swered dolefully, “I just feel Kinder teft out. A lot o° the boys re invited to the Smith's for a Party, and I'm not—" his voice trailed off into a sigh. “But you have never been to gee the little Smith boy, He's so Nttle, and I don't know his mother at all,” Motherdear as sured him. “Tt woulin't matter if they wouldn't be forever talkin’ about ft all the time!” David grumbled. “"N" I can't help it—I just feel left out!” Grandmother and the guest @miled at each other, and the eaid, “David! That's a fun- C diny thing. Do you know people 1 Ba get over that ‘left out’ fee! Mo in The big girls who hadn't MEY any ‘bids"; the ones who weren't . invited to the ‘winter ball’; ladies who aren't asked to the bridge parties and tea parties; little girls member very distinctly one Christmas I felt that way. “No, I wasn't a Seattle ‘little girl’; I ived in Walla Watla, but we had the same sort of good times there; made our own Christ mas tree trimmings; had litte ‘pieces’ to say, and all that sort of thing, only we had white cold Christmas times with lots of snow, “This time that I remember so clearly I was at the church Christ mas tree with all the others, and every time they took a gift off the tree I expected to hear my name. Dolla and books and sleds and akates and little work boxes, and packages which weren't un- wrapped but never a thing for nye. r “First I felt surprised, then div appointed, then hurt, then oh! so ashamed. 1 thought everybody was looking at me and whispering ‘She isn't getting any present! Ohooo! But way toward the end of the eVening they did call my name, and handed me a bean- tiful tea wet. TF have the little tea pot yet. So you see I felt bad for nothing. You'll find that that kind of feeling bad usually is just for nothing.” NOW Bo BE CARERUL WITH MOOS DISHES? | TAGALONG ~'Go REAL SLOW Gows Dow) STAIRS, ADV BNTUASS D chee Pacts Sete THE SEATTLE STAR ‘Tom, THAT'S THE mosr PLAYFUL LITT PUP LEVER SAW! | WAS FOoLNG WITH WM Down A The GASEMmenT AND ne’s JUST CHOCKPULL oF PEP’ THe pasemen! MY OL BUS LAST THE WRECKERS Aw, 'D Like To keep THe. Livme Peiow ~ He's A NICE urne pup! ta By BLOSSER Good Gracious |! Wid? WANE Nou Dont ? YS AwRicuy PoP-T DIDNT? BY PARKS |\*0"'4 be rather presumptuous forterful, like the boss. ‘Then she gave me to try where Mr. Norcross and | me what I was reaching for. Mr. Chadwick fuiled, wouldn't it?| “you saw the two men who went | But maybe 1 can give you just &/over to the auto and smoked while Uttle hint. If you are not well | they were waiting for the other pugh acquainted with Mr. Chad-| te come back?” nit | wick to ask him yourself, you might _ By FRANCIS LYNDE (Copyright, 1980, by Charles Scribner's Sens) — jtell Mr. Norcross to ask him tf there |isn't some strong reason why some | body, Or perhaps a number of some Cc} 5 4 oD © Besson ick had his pockets full of notes and letters and his arms as full as his pockets. came back to Meadow Grove gr hy tee ny anit nyaetO one morning looking like a o ra from Mr. ‘and letters and cards, and his|she wrote. “Scamper won't be at were as full as his pockets, schoot all winter.” on earth is wrong?” asked) Mrs. Chipmunk sald Scratch, the fairy school: | thing , when the little boy came in.| Every note that Scribble Scratch should have known from the | opened had some reason for keeping of his school. There!a Meadow Grove pupil at home, but six pupils in the whole place, | not all of them were considering & Of the seats were so buried | trip to Dreamland for the winter. gnow that they looked like| Mra. Muskrat, Mra. Otter and Mre pillows. | Beaver, were afraid of man-traps and laid the stack of notes on the | said that they really could not allow the deak, and blew on his fin-| their children to lose their fing new | “My, it's getting cold,” he said, | overcoats, to say nothing of their | akins. Scratch opened the first; Mrs. Bunny and Mrs. Cottontail It was from Mrs. Woodchuck.| were mightily afraid of Fleet Fox, Mr. Schooimaster,” {t mid,| who got fleeter and foxier and hun- can't cdine to school any| grier as the weather got colder. So this term. We're all going to| Ben, Jr. and Cutie were kept prett 4 for the winter. Good-bye. | close to home, their tracks being an hSmaih U. Chuck.” pinin in the deep snow as the none . (mext was from Mrs. Bat.|on your face 8 fre all going to Dreamlagd,” said (Copyright, 1920, N. BE. Lb e = u T tie roxy What Happened to Glider the Blacksnake (Copyright, 1920, by The Associated Newspapern) ILE RABBIT remembered one thing when he stopped to watch And Nibble sat straight up with his muddy little paws dangling right against his clean shirt front and hhis friend, Bobby Robin, and his ene- | my, Glider the Blacksnake, on top of the Brush Pile. He remembered that wicked snake had nearly caught by sneaking up from behind. So took proper rabbit care that no should do that again. He found SB nice log where he could see what Swthe going on, but he didn't hop Mewgbt up on it, He took three short 2 ps past it, and one great big JA back to his perch. Since he [ had on his little mud boots, | i@hich had hidden his trail from Gila Sr out in the Broad Field, he: felt Wretty safe. And when he crouched n like a small knot on the log, no geemed tg notice him. Somebody might have notiged eas ly enough, for Bobby and Gilder making such a terrible racket hat every one was coming to listen them. The grasses were full of and the bushes were full of sparrows, who all hated the snake Even Chatterer Squirrel, who doesn't get on with Bobby any too well him seit, came leaping across his path way g the branches. } snail eater, snail eater! yelled obby. Which was the awfulest hing he could have thought of. To couse a blacksnake of eating those disgusting, soft woodslugs—ug' | What heeats le niee, warm food, like “nice anf bunnies and birds—it he mn catch them, But he couldn't itch Bobby Robin as he danced on ings just out of reach. He Ma particularly ugly snap and ped his nose very hard when it Me down on a nubby branch. That de him open hig mouth and hiss e a email steam engine, h right,” said Bobby, pre- ding to be very sympathetic the mud out of your mouth, maybe you'll learn to sing.” tterer Squirrel laughed so hard that he had to hold on tight Of bark to steady himself. | from the very middle of it stared with all his eyes. He had his ear cocked so he wouldn't miss a word of Giider’s answer, For now Glider was maddest of all. No snake can stand being reminded that he has to go around with his chin in the dust. He stopped whipping his head about and tied himself into a tight coil, with his cold eyes glittering And he hissed in his cold voice: “I'll teach you woodsfolk whether, you dare make fun of me!" ‘Oh,”. whispered a thrush perche right over Nibble’s head, I'm afr: for Bobby, If Glider ever makes any one look him straight in the eye they never get away from him.” He said it in a scared voice, and Nibble could see that was exactly what Glider was trying to do. Suddenly he felt himself crouch back against the log again, ears tucked between his shoulders, whis- kers twitching with the sm@li of fox in his nostrils, His muscles did these things of themselves before he really knew that Silvertip was standing at his very elbow. He had followed Nib. ble’s footsteps to the end of the trail right past the perch to where Nibble ad jumped back, Nibble didn’t move. Stlvertail raised his head and cocked his ears at the noise over on the Brush Pile Then he hung out his tongue in what wasn't entirely a sly stile. It was partly thinking how good Glider the Blacksnake would taste, He made 4 little rush, with a bounce at the end, like Nibble's bounce right into the middle of the Brush Pile “Help!” shrieked Bobby Robin But Glider never spoke a single word. Neither did Silvertip, His mouth was too full, Glider was in it watt story; A Hescue by Dr. Musk- START MERE TODAY “Jimmy” Dedda src’ Cwhe telte o story), and his boss, Graham Nor rows, having completed ennstruction ork on the Oregon Midiand, are en route from Portiand hee umpe cousin with Shella Macras. ip them get fo’ cling, Mrs. Jimihie Jamp off to whelter under the water tank and witness the holdup of @ special train of jone car by f an auto, The car and @ Jonto an old ja guleh, but |nized as th h tn rub 4 the watoher aik op the mine road, coming to the locomotive, which hae been dis- abled The the private car is In At, amin gu thie ke «. | Macrae as an old friend. NOW GO ON WITH THE stony “Then IN brief it for you,” sald the big man in the etuffed wicker \chair. “It has always been a good learning property, being largely. lyet, without much local competition. But from the day it was completed ite mdurities have fleured in the market only for their speculative values. The property itwelf has never } been considered, save ax a means to jan end; the end being to enable one lbunch of the Wall «treet gamesters you speak of to make a ‘killing’ and unload on another bunch.” “The old story,” sald Mr. Norcross “We are bumping over the net re right now,” Mr. Chadwick ox “The property is bled white; there is no money for better | ments; we are ted hand and foot by fall sorts of legal restrictions and ‘regulations; and, worse than all, the people we are supposed to serve hate us until you can smell it and taste it in every town and hamlet on the right-of-way.” | “So I have heard,” put in the bons, calmly. “That brings us down to the nib of the matter, Pioneer Short Line is practically in the laat ditch, The stock has slumped to forty and worse; Shaffer, the general manager and the only able man we have had for years, has resigned in disgust; and if something isn't done tomor- row morning In Portal City, I know of at least one minority stockholder jwho is going to throw the whole |mess into the courts and try for a receivership.” Mr. Norcro#s looked up quickly. “Are you the minority , stock holder, Uncle John?” he asked, let ting himself use the name by which Mr. Chadwick was best known in the wheat pit “I am—more's the pity. I had a little lapee of sanity one fine morn ing a few years ago and bought in for an investment. I've done every: thing I could think of, Graham, to persuade Breck Dunton and his Wall street accomplices to spend just one dollar in ten of their reorganization and recapitalization stealings on the road itself, but it's no good, All they want is to get one more rise out of the securities, so they can unload.” , “In there meeting in morning?” “No; @ directors’ meeting. Dun ton ha# been making an inspection trip over the system with a dozen or "0 of his New York cronies. It's a junketing excursion, pure and simple, but while they're here they'll get together and go thru the form of picking out a new general man. ager. I'm on the board and they had to send me notice, tho it's an even bet they hoped I'd stay away. In fact, I think they scheduled the out here on the chance that mult j went a stockholders’ City tomorrow to be Portal ven | | keep me from attending it.” All thie talk had taken op a good bit of time, and just as Mr. Chad-| wick mud that about the “even bet,” our engineer was ‘whistling for Portal City. From where I waa sit | ting I could ere the electric Nents ) dotting the wide valley between the two gateway buttes from whieh the city gets ite name. Mr. Norcross was looking at the lights, too, when ho mid. “Are you really going to spring the | receivership on the Dunton people tomorrow?" | “I'm going to give Dunton his} chance. He can appoint the man I want appointed as general manager, with full power to act, and ratify a |little plan I've got up my sleeve for | providing a bit of working capital for the road, or—he can turn me down.” | “And if he does turn you down?” | “Then, by George, I'll see if 1) cant persuade the courts to put the | |property into bankruptey and tn-| #tall my man as receiver!” | I don't envy your man his job, | either way around; not the little morsel in the world,”; bows, quietly, And then he, Uncle John?” The wheat king gave a great angh “Don't tell me yourMaven't guesned it,” he chuckled. “You're the man Graham,” ‘ But now Mr. Norcross had some thing to say for himself, sitting up |atraight and shaking hiw bead sort of sorrowfully at the big man in the padded chair r “No, you don't, my good old friend not in a thousand years! You'd jose | out in the end, and I'd lose out; and! besides, I'm not quite ready to com: | that.” mit suicide.” And then to me: “Jim: I like your loyalty,” she flashed mie, suppose you go and tap on the out. “It is a fine thing in a day “Who is! all my life, With that, not to worry; that if I stayed with Mr. Norcross I'd probably get to go anywhere I wanted to. Something » the way she said St made it sound like a little slam on the boss, and of course I wasn't go ing to stand for that “There is one thing about it; the boas will make good wherever he wor,” T hit back. “You can bet on she told me | tine; she was slamming the boss, and ! meant to get at the bottom of it, |right @here and then. to blacklist Mr. “Hasn't he been |brotherly to both ning?” “Oh, 1 didn’t mean that,” she said real earnestly. “But in the state room in Mr. Chadwick's car; the ventilator was open, you know, until | Maisie Ann got up and shut it, and we couldn't very well help hearing Norcross,” I said. right good and of you this eve | \ { | “I don’t think you have any cause | bodies, wanted to keep him out of Portal City over Sunday night and possibly a part of the Monday.” ‘We were coming to the big eleo tric sign that was winking out the letters to spell “Hotel Bullard,” and I was bound to Imve it out with her before my chance was gone. “See here,” I put im; “you saw something more than I did, and more than Mr. Norcross did, What was {t?” This time she took the motherly tone with me again and told me I | must learn not to be rude and mas- | I told her that I hadn't seen them | very well; couldn't, with nothing but the starlight to ‘help out. “Neither did 1," she admitted, “Bat. it I am not mistaken, I haye seem them many times before, and are very well known here in City. Ome of them, the smaller one with the derby hat and the short overcoat, was either Mr, ¥ Hatch or his double; and the other, — the heavy-set one, might have been _ Mr. Gustave Henckel, Mr. Hatch's partner in the Red Tower company.” (Continued Tomorrow) emergency officers. * v HK iil Look over our stock of rebuilt Buicks and make your selection before Ch: ristmas Eve. Our Prices on door and tell the ladies we'ro pull-|that is much too careless of such| what was said about the kidnaping. ing into Portal City." qualities. And I agree with you that | Neither Mr. Chadwick nor Mr, Nor-| your Mr. Norcross is Ukely to suc-|croas seemed to be able to account ceed; more than likely, if he will only | for it.” \g learn to combine a little gentle clev-| “Can you account for it?” I asked, | After all, ft wasn't mo very late in|¢tness with the heavy hand.” bluntly enough, I guess le} the night when our special pulled up| ‘There war no doubt about it this’ At this she @miled and said to the Portal City station platform : = — and I turned myself into a measen ger boy escort for the lady and the ONE DAY ONLY Bring This Ad With You and Save $10 little girl whose muff had been re 5 . sponsible for so many different flip flaps in the short space of a few hours. ‘ I hadn't hung around while the| boss was telling Mra. 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But I guess they didp’t quarrel any—the boss and Mra, Sheila. gShe was laughing a little to herself as I helped her down from the car, and when I asked her where she wanted to go, she said I might ask one of the porters to carry the traps, and we'd walk to the hotel, which was only a few blocks up the main street She took Maisie Ann on the other side of her and let two of the bi go by without saying anything more. and then she gave that quiet little laugh again and said, “Your Mr. Norcross amuses me, Jimmie. 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