The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 29, 1920, Page 5

WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 2%, T970. NEW PHONE, ELLIOTT 4910, RE-ADJUSTMENT SALE 50% Saving 33% THIS SALE OFFERS YOU A RARE OPPORTUNITY A Giant Saving Sale; Prices Smashed! Don’t miss this opportunity of a lifetime. Floors crowded with merchandise. All prices cut to ruinous re- ductions. No partiality. The first to come get the bargains, Be one of the first. WE SURE HAD A LOT OF SATISFIED CUSTOMERS TUESDAY OVERSTUFFED 3-PIECE LIVING ROOM SET McDOUGALL KITCHEN CABINET HALL RAC HALL AND STAIR CARPETS CRETONNES DINING ROOM SETS DINID f BRASS BED: BEDROOM SETS CEDAR CHESTS FLOOR LAMPS LINOLEUM REED AND FIBER LEATHER ROCK OAK WOOD-SEAT ROCKERS GATE-LEG TABLES TABLE LAMPS, ETC. FURNITURE it | OTHER ARTICLES AT 10, 15 AND 20% DISCOUNT Don’t Delay— The Early Buyer Will Have the Benefit of an Unbroken Stock To Select From WHERE PIKE MEETS FIFTH BUSEEBR000000008 fc Four Taken in Raid |Ad Club to Hear Held on Dope Charge Following a raid by Lieut. G. V. Hasselblad and Patrolman P, FE. Knapp on a room in the Panama hotel, 605% Main st, Tuesday night, John McWilliams, 43; Harry Christy, 29; Dennis Curran, 2%, and Mike Casey, 41, are being held by police | on open charges Three ounces of cocaine, alleged to have been January 13, at € p.m “Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch” WILKES | dence, [Out an Advertisement.” OE SALE RECEDENTED selling of Fine Foot- wear at genuine reductions brings the greatest crowds that ever attended a shoe sale in Seattle. Values, plus Quality and Exclusiveness, tell the story! Laird Schober and other leading shoes for women; Johnson & Murphy, Nettleton, Bos- tonian and other noted makes for men, at substantial savings. , The Children’s Department at both stores shows deeided reductions on the major por- tion of the girls’, children’s and boys’ shoes. Our downstairs salesroom at Second and Madison offers extraordinary inducements in medium price standard lines of shoes for.men and women. an en SALE AT BOTH STORES: Third Avenue at Pine Street TURRELL’S Second Avenue at Madison Street & & o 0] of Ad Successes “Advertining Successes” will be the subject of @ meeting of the Seattle|in per volos she had fairly hugsed| ideas a little more, that's all.” Advertising club, at Northold Inn/him for joy at bis praine. *Advertis.|too, the benign, tonic medicament of | Watch with an affected show of leis ing Successes I Have Known,” will be discusned by A. J. Rhodes, presi dent of the Rhodes Co, F. Mel. in| Radford, sales manager of the Bon|tering between the rows of Casey's possession, is held as evi-| Marche, will speak on “How to Lay| benches (already filling with mjand held. THE SEATTLE STAR |Copyright, 1920, by Doubleday, Page | @ published by special ar-| | rangement with the Wheeler Syn- Gioate, Tne. | Spring winked a vitreous optic at |Bditer Westbrook of the Minerva| |Magagine, and deflected him from | hia course, Me had lunched tn his) favorite corner of a Broadway hotel, | and was returning to his office when | hie feet b htangled in the lure | jof the vernal coquette, Which ts by | of mying that he turned east: | ward on Twenty sixth Street, mafely | forded the spring freshet of vehicles on Fifth Avenue, and meandered along the walks of budding Madison | Square, The lentent atr and the setting of the little park almost formed a pas |toral; the color motif was green— the presiding shade at the cre i jof man and vegetation | The callow gras between the! | walks was the color of verdigris, @ poisonous green, reminiscent of the horde of derelict humans that had |breathed upon the during the surmmer nd agtumn. The bursting | tree buds looked strangely familiar to those who had botanized among the | turnishings of the fish course of a forty-cent dinner, The sky above! was that pale aquamarine that ballroom poets rhyme true” and “Sue” and one natural and frank color was the ostensible green of the new ly painted between | the color of a pickled cucumber and jthat of a last year's fast black crav jenette raincoat. But, to the city jbred eye of Editor Westbrook, the landscape appeared a masterpiece. And now, whether you are of thone | who rush in, or of the gentle con-| course that fears to tread, you must} foliow in 4 brief invasion of the ed for’s mind. Editor Westbrook's spirit was con: | tented and serene. The April num ber of the Min@rva had sold its en tire edition before the tenth day of | the month-—a newsdealer in Keokuk had written that he could have sold fifty copies more if he had had ‘em. | The owners of the magazine had rained bis (the editor's) salary; he had | just installed in hin home a jewel of a recently imported cook who was) afraid of policemen: and the morning papers had published in full a speech he had made at a publishers’ ban- | quet. Also there were echoing In his mind the jubilant notes of a splendid | song that his charming young wife| had sung to him before he left his| uptown apartment that morning. | She was taking enthusiastic interest | in her music of tate, practicing early | and diligently. When he had com plimented her on the improvement | ume sol! vinible | nches—a shad Ho felt the trained nurse, Spring, tripping | softly adown the wards of the con valescent city. While Editor Westbrook was saun-| park} va grants and the guardians of lawless childhood) he felt his sleeve grasped | Suspecting that he was} about to be panhandied, he turned | a cold and unprofitable face, and saw that his captor was—Dawe—Shackle ford Dawe, dingy, almost ragged, the genteel scarcely visible in him thru the deeper lines of the shabby. While the editor is pulling himeelt out of his surprise, a flashlight biog raphy of Dawe is offered, He was a fiction writer, and one of Westbrook's old acquaintances. At one time they might have called each other old friends. Dawe had some money in those days, and lived in a| decent apartment house near West brook’s, The two families often went | to theatres and dinners together Mra, Dawe and Mrs, Westbrook be came “dearest” friends, Then one day a little tentacle of the octopus just to amuse itself, ingurgitated | Dawe's capital, and he moved to the Gramercy Park neighborhood, where one, for a few groats per week, may wit upon one’s trunk under eight | branched chandeliers and opposite Carrara marble mantels and watch the mice play upon the floor, Daw thought to live by writing fiction Now and then he sold a story, He submitted many to Westbrook, The Minerva printed one or two of them |the rest were returned, Westbrook |sent a careful and conscientious per- |nonal letter with each rejected manu script, pointing out in detail his rea sons for considering it, unavailable Editor Westbrook had his own clear conception of what constituted good fiction. So had Dawe, Mra, Dawe waa mainby concerned about the con stituents of the seanty dishes of food | that she managed to scrape together. One day Dawe had been spouting to her about the excellencies of certain French writers, At dinner they sat down to @ dish that a hungry school boy would have encompassed at a gulp. Dawe commented, “It's Maupassant hash,” #ald Mrs. Dawe. “It may not be art, but I do wish you would do a five-course | Marion Crawford eerial with an Ella | Wheeler Wilcox sonnet for dessert. I'm hunry As far on this from success was Shackleford Dawe when he plucked | Editor Westbrook's sleeve in Madi- son square, That was the first time | the editor had seen Dawe in several | | months. “Why, Shack, fs this you?” anid |Westbrook, somewhat awkwardly, for the form of his phrase seemed to touch upon the other's changed ap- | pearance | “sit down for a minute,” said Dawe, tugging at hia sleeve, “This ix my office. I can't come to yours, looking as I do, Oh, sit down—you won't be disgraced, Those half-pluck ed birds on the other benches will take you for @ swell porch-climber. They won't know you are only an ed. itor.” | “Smoke, Shack?” sald Editor West brook, sinking cautiously upon the virulent green bench. He always yielded gracefully when he did yield. Dawe snapped at the cigar as a king-fisher darts at a sun-perch, or a girl pecks at a chocolate cream, I have just sean the editor. | “Never mind regrets,” said Dawe grimly. s neither salve nor sting in ‘em any more, What T want to know is why, Come, now, jold sawmill drama k | mustache kidnaps golden-haired Bes | mame vocabulary that they use every HUMOR PATHOS ROMANCE out with the good points first.” “The stor said Westbrook, de-| Uberately, after a suppressed sigh, | “is written around an almost original plot. Characterization—-the best ye have done Construction wt an) 1, except for a few weak which might few change nd touches, g000 story, except “I can write English, can’t I? in terrupted Dawe. ale joinus be strengthened by a It Was @ “I have always told you,” od “that you had a sty’ Then the trouble in the | said Tattor | ou work up to your! an artist. And then you] wit into a photographer, I don't know what form of obstinate | Shack, but | that in what you do with everything | that you write. No, I will retract) the comparison with the photog: | Now and then photography in spite of its impossible perspective, manages to record a fleeting glimpse | of truth. But you spoil every de-| ont by those flat, mid the | thing,” Westbrook climax Ji) turn yor madness possesses you, rapher drab, obiit. | erating strokes of your brush that I/ have #0 often complained of, If you would rise to the literary pinnacle of your dramats es, and paint them n the high colors that art requires, | the tman would leave fewer | bulicy, selfaddresved envelopes at} your door.” "Oh, fiddles and fi Dawe, derisively. nouer ighta™ cried | ‘ve got that | nk ip your brain When the man with the black sie you are bound to have the mother | kneel and raise her hands in the| spotlight and say: ‘May “igh heaven | witness that I will rest neither night! nor day tll the heartless villain that | has stolen me child feels the weight | of a mother's v c FPditor Westbr of impervious complacency “1 think,”, said he, “that fm real life the woman would express herself in those words or in very similar | nmean k conceded « smile Not In a six hundred nights’ run anywhere but on the stage,” maid Dawe hotly. “I'll tell you what she'd 1 life, She'd say; ‘What!| tensio led away by a strange man? Good Lord! (It's one trouble after an- | other! my other hat, I must] hurry around to the police station. | Why wasn’t somebody looking after} I'd like to know? For God's} sake, get out of my way or I'll never get ready, Not that hat—the brown | one with the velvet bows, Benale| must have been crazy; she's usually shy of strangers, In that too mach powder? dy! How I'm wu “That's the way she'd talk," con- tinued Dawe, “People in real life don’t fly into hervics and blank verse at emotional crises. They simply can't do it. If they talk at all on such ocensions they draw from the day, and muddie up thelr words and Editor Westbrook looked at hiv ure. “Tell me." asked Dawe, with truculent anxiety, “what especial faults in “The Alarum of the Soul aused you to throw it down?” "When Gabriel Murray maid Westbrook, “goes to his telephone and is told that his fiancee has been shot by a burglar, he says—I do not recall the exact words, but—" “I do,” said Dawe. “He says Dawn Central: she always cuts me off.” (And then to his friend) ‘Say Tommy, does a thirty-two bullet make a big hole? It’s kind of hard luck, ain't it? Could you get me a drink from the sideboard, ‘Tommy? ‘o; straight; nothing on the side,’ ” And again,” continued the editor, | without pausing for argument, “when | Berenice opens the letter from her husband informing her that he has fled with the manicure girl, her words are—let me seo" “She says,” interposed the author ‘Well, what do you think of that!” urdly inappropriate words, anid Westhreck, “presenting on tnt climax—plunging the story into hopeless bathos, Worse yet; they mirror life falsely. No human being ever uttered banal colloquialiams when confronted by sudden tragedy.” “Wrong,” said Dawe, closing his unshaven jaws doggedly. “I say no man or woman ever spouts ‘high falutin’ talk when they go up mainst a real climax. They talk naturally and a little worse.” The editor rowe from the bench with his alr of indulgence and inside information “Say, Westbrook,” said Dawe, pin ning him by the lapel, “would you have accepted “The Alarum of the Soul’ if you had believed that the actions and words of the characters were true to life in the parts of the story that we discussed?” “It is very likely that T would, if I believed that way,” said the edi tor, “But I have explained to you that T do not.” “If T could prove to you that I am right?” I'm sorry, Shack, but I'm afraid I haven't time to argue any further just now.” “I don't want to argue,” said Dawe, “I want to demonstrate to you from life itself that my view is the correct one,” “How could you do that? asked stbrook, In a surprised tone, Listen,” said the writer, seriousty. “T have thought of a way, It is im portant to me that my theory of true-to-life fiction be recognized as correct by the magazines. I've fought for it for three years, and I'm down to my last dollar, with two months’ rent du “I have applied the opposite of your theory,” said the editor, “in selecting the fiction for the Minerva magazine, The circulation has gone up fram ninety thousand to——~"* ‘our hundred thousand,” said Dawe, “Whereas it should have been boosted to a million." “You said something to me just now about demonstrating your pet theory.” “T will, Tf youTl give me about half an hour of your time Tl prove to you that Tam right. I'll prove it by Louise.” « “Your wife! exclaimed Westbrook “How?” “Well, not exactly by her, but with her,” said Dawe, “Now, you know how devoted and loving Louise has always been. She thinks I'm the only genuine preparation on the market that bears the old doctor's signature. She's been fonder and more faithful than ever since l'vo been cast for w The Rhodes Co.. STORE HOURS 9 TO 5:3 le” THE HOLIDAY SALES OF WOMEN’S GARMENTS Are Noteworthy Seven Groups of Silk, Cloth and Dresses tn Group No, 1 are for the holiday in Group No, 2 for the holiday in Group No. 3 for the holid: in Group No. 4 for the holiday in Group N for the holiday in Group No, 6 for the holiday in Group No, 7 are for the holiday Dresser reduced “Dromnen reduced Dresses reduced Dresses reduced Drees reduced Dresses reduced Drennen red are are are are tales to.. salen to. sales to.. are males to., sales to.. sales to... sales to.. for Splendid Values and Unusual Savings Second Floor 4 Six Groups of Cloth and Velvet Suits Bafta tn Group No. 1 are reduced for the holiday sale to. . * Bults in Group No. 2 are reduced for the holiday gale to Suftz in Group No. 3 are reduced for the boliday sale to....-----+.- Suits in Group No. 4 are reduced tor the holiday sale to. . Suita in Group No. 5 are redneed ‘or the holiday sale to.....--....- Suits in Group No, 6 are reduced tor the holiday sale to. Velvet .. $9.95 $13.75 $19.75 $25.00 $29.75 $39.75 $49.75 $19.75 $29.75 $39.75 $49.75 $59.75 Si £8 36 to 46 in Assorted Color Combinations and Patterns Second Floor Nine Groups of Plush and Cloth Coats Conta In Group No. 1 are reduced for the holiday sales to.....-.+.- Coats in Group No, 2 for the holiday sales Coats in Group No, 3 tor the holiday mies Coats in Group No 4 for the holiday sales Coats in Group No. 5 tor the holiday sales Coats in Group No. 6 tor the holiday miles to. WO. 2. -erwee ar ar 10. seomcoe Coats in Group No. 7 are reduced $39 75 tor the holiday sales to ‘ . are reduced Coats In Group No, & tor the holiday! mics Coats mn Group No. 9 tor the holiday sales 10. -ee--ee are reduced are reduced io... $29.00 reduced are reduced are reduced The Corset Sale ‘The exceptional values offered the women of Seattle in this «ule of broken lines are proven by the record-breaking sales taking place dally. If you have not as yet attended this sale you will find it to your advantage to do so tomorrow. Corvets at the sale price .. $9.95 $15.95 $19.95 of Corsets at the sale price Corsets at the sale price of ee Corsets at the sale price Corsets at the sale price $29.75 $35.00 at the sale price of $10.00 Corsets at the sale price of ..-..-.--- ° $11.00, $12.00, $12.50, $14.00, $15.00 $5.95 And $17.00 Corsets at sale price of $49.75 $59.75 the neglected genius part.” | “Indeed, she is a charming and admirable life companion,” agreed | the editor, “I remember what in-| separable friends she and Mrs Westbrook once wera, We are both lucky chaps, Shack, to have such | wives. You must bring Mrs, Dawe up some evening soon, and we'll have one of those informal chafing: | dish suppers that we used to enjoy | so much.” “Later,” sald Dawe. “When T get} another shirt. And now I'll tell you my scheme, When I was about to leave home after breakfast—if you | can call tea and oatmeal breakfast— Louise told me she was going to visit her aunt in Eighty-ninth street, She said she would return) home at 3 o'clock. She is always | on time to a minute, It is now-— Dawe glanced toward the editor's watch pocket. “Twenty-seven minutes to three,” said Westbrook, scanning his time piece “We have just enough time,” said | Dawe, “We will go to my flat at| once. TI will write a note, address it to her and leave it on the table where | she will see it as she enters the door, | You and I will be in the dining room| concealed by the portieres. In that} note I'll say that I have fled from) her forever with an affinity who un- derstands the needs of my artistic soul as she never did. When she} reads it we will observe her actions | and hear her words. ‘Then we will | know which theory is the correct one yours or mine. “Oh, never!” exclilmed the editor, shaking his head. “That would be inexcusably cruel, I could not con sent to have Mrs. Dawe's feelings played upon in such a manner,” “Brace up," said the writer, “| guess I think as much of her as you do, It's for her benefit as well as mine, I've got to get a market for| my stories in some way. It won't! hurt Louise, She's healthy and sound, Her heart goes as strong as 4 98-cent watch, It'll last for only a} minute, and then I'll step out and explain to her, You really owe it to mo to give the chance, Westbrook.” Editor Westbrook at length yield ed, tho but half willingly. And in the} half of him that consented lurked the | vivisectionist that is in all of us. Let | him who has not used the scalpel rise and stand in his place. Pity ‘tis that there are not enough rabbits and guinea pigs to go around, The two experimenters in art left the Square and hurried eastward and | then to the south until they arrived | in the Gramercy neighborhood. Within its high fron railings the} little park had put on its smart coat | of vernal green, and was admiring it-| self in its fountain mirror, Outside | the railings the hollow square of crumbling houses, shells of a bygone gentry, leaned as if in ghostly gossip over the forgotten doings of the var- nished quality, Sic transit gloria urbis A block or two north of the park Dawe steered the editor again east ward, then, after covering a short| distance, into a lofty but narrow flat | house burdened with a floridly over-| decorated facade, ‘To the fifth story they tolled, and Dawe, panting, pushed his latch key into the door of | one of the front flats. When the door opened Editor Westbrook saw, with feelings of pity, | how meanly and meagerly the rooms were furnished. “Get a chair, if you can find one,” said Dawe, “while T hunt up a pen and ink, Hello, what's this? Here's a note from Louise, She must have left it there when she went out this morning.” 4 He picked up an envelope that lay on the center-table and tore it open. He began to read the letter that he drew out of it; and once having be- gun it aloud he so read it thru to the end. These are the words that] note? itor Westbrook heard: Dear Shackleford: “By the time you get this I will be about a hundred miles away and still agoing. I've got @ place in the chorus of the Occidental Opera Co., and we start on the road today at 12 o'clock. I didn’t want to starve to death, and so I decided to make my own living. I'm not coming back. Mrs. Westbrook is going with me. She said she was tired of living with a cémbination phonograph, iceberg and dictionary, and she's not coming back, either. We've been practicing the songs and dances for two months on the quiet. I hope you will be successful, and get along all right! Good-bye. Louise.” Dawe dropped the letter, covered his face with his trembling hands, and cried out in a deep, vibrating voice: “My God, why hast thou given me this cup to drink? Since she is false, then let Thy Heaven's fairest gifts, faith and love, become the jesting by- words of traitors and fiends!" Editor Wgstbrook’s glasses fe to the floor. he fingers of one hand fumbled with a button on his coat as he biurted between his pale lips: y, Shack, ain't that a hell of a Wouldn't that knock you your perch, Shack? Ain’t it now, Shack—ain't it?” a raid on 200 Washington at. day night by Patrolmen N. |derson and RF. Baerman. A have been in progress in the Clerk Arrested as Short-Change Accused of being a sh cl artist, Louie Le Bow, 24, clerk, held in city jail on an open ¢ Wednesday. G. C Blair, m of 1513 Third ave., makes the against Le Bow. He says Le tried to short-change him evening. Blair called Patrolman L. Mead and Le Bow was MRS. NINA F. JONES, 65, DB TUESDAY at her home, 903 ave. Funeral services were uled for 2 p. m. Wednesday at Bonney-Watson parlors. A Beautiful Selection of Fancy Decorated English Earthen . . Teapots, Special at $1.39 We have just received a new shipment of beautifully decorat- ed English Earthen T its ; they are in the smooth glazed finish and come in assorted sizes. There are also some at- tractive brown and white mot- tled Earthern Teapots included in this assortment, Special at $1.39. $2.10 Alarm Clock, Special at $1.49 These Alarm Clocks are nickel plated, highly pok ished. They have a good alarm and are reliable time- keepers. Including government tax, special $1.49. $1.25 O-Cedar Mop, pecial at 75c By using an O’Cedar Mop you can keep your varnished and painted floors looking bright and attractive. These mops are treated with O’Cedar Polish and are made in the triangle shape, making it easy to get into cor- ners. Special, 75¢. 25c bottle O’Cedar Polish Spe- cial at 19¢. Special at $1.39 This Buck Saw has a good, strong frame; blade is made of special tempered steel, sharpened and ready for use. Special at $1.39, = a —= eae THE STORE FOR USEFUL ARTICLES tery is alleged by the policemen 6 $69.75 | Women’s Bath Robes at the Holiday Sales Price of $3.95 |