The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 31, 1920, Page 9

THE BLAC a i, FIX HIM? gloated the, bachelor, ‘Tl fit him! When | he gets back from his lawamaking | the tine wil! be where I want it, and ‘the black stump’ will be the marker? Hie chuckled to himself as he ‘Walked out of his cabin, and be PL, fan at once to got ready for car LF rying out his plans “First he started burning the Mack stump Day after day he Worked, building fires about it and Goaxing it on, but it burned very Slowly. “Then he dug about f, and @rubbed away at ft, and tried Burning agein. More grubbing @nhd more digging, and after a Great deal of very hard work he Bet rid of it and smoothed over the ground where ft had been. “My, but he felt proud of him- _ Self! Next he began to tear down tiie shack, and little by little he | moved it over to the spot he coy-! built ft up aguin, moved over bis few things and settied down. | f, “Then when he had found an. | iether big stump way out on ifather’s land he fixed it up look Uke the one he had torn , and he was al! ready. ” “Whep grandfather got back to ween cK STUMP his home ang found the Mne changed and the bachelor living calmly of his land, of course he was angry, and in a little while all the friendaip there might have deen between them died out, and in Its place grew up a bitter feel- ing. “John Carson knew he had an enemy, and the lone settler knew tm his selfish heart that he had done a wrong thing and that he had made an enemy out of his only peighbor, “When spring came and the chinooks blew soft and warm on the mountains, the snow meited and sent all the little streams to racing Into rivers, It blew, and blew, and the tumbling streams grew bdieger and bigger and | poured thelr waters {nto the riv- jer till the rivers rose high over their. banks, higher and higher, and flooded the valley. “Great logs swept down on the torrent, whole trees with their | wide-spreading roots sticking up | out of tp water; whirlpools would catch these trees and swing them round and round like giant tops, cutting out great chunks of bank as they whirled “It was a mighty flood. (To Be Continued) ane ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Olive Roberts Barton ob the puffin birds and the kittiwakes and the the sign he had set STELLA CLAYTON -Ge wi it if both arma had to the have had to do been burnt to a crisp clear shoulders, “Resigned?—gave up and ran away? 1 don’t believe that for a single minute, Maisie Anal I burst out | She was shaking her head again, }etill without turning her face se that I could see it o] | “i—I'm afraid it's af true, Jim- penguins up. jmie. There were two telegrams that came to Mr. Norcrass the night he went away; one from Mr, Chadwick and the other from Mr, Dunton. 1 heart Mr. Van Britt *| MET A PRIENO OF Yours ON ‘he STREET YesreRvay! LooxeD Like A MILLION DOLLARS ~ ALL rrtaand ad THE SEATTLE Looe D 2 SHE WATS ALL TINS UT AT GAFF ABOUT J\AND'HANK TRIED TD 2 77 TELL ME ABOUT A SMASH-UP “Har J SAY, Sue Never Dor.ARs I her wrote wre! STAR Be Up to Date, No Matter How You Look OU,\S Thay SoP weit,You SHOULD HAV Seen HER Luke A Miviod JOBS! - WE THINK TCAN CHARGE SOME CUSTOMER $175 wil HOUR FoRYouR BETTY AND HER BEAU— YAY’ ‘3, Gooo Hane He hin the little pause I saw a sort of | 1 Kwow Just ABov'r Wow sue. WAS DRESSED- ABOUT “Te: ae Genmwd The TIMES! 'S C000 LooKiné BUT NO don't hear anything from him.” “What do you think?” I asked. She didn't answer right away, and frightened look come into her eyes. | But ai) the said was, “I want you to/ hurry up and get well, Jimmie, #0 you can help.” | “I'm well enough now, tf they'll let) | me get up.” “Not tonight; tomerrow, maybe.” |‘Then: “Mr. Van Britt is downstairs | with Cousin Basil, He bas been very j anxious to talk with you @# soon as) you were able to talk, May 1 send) SHWE S A hice By ALLMAN Crm. Bur | Fee. sorry For wee! were afraid to make a move, and! how the newspapers all over the state were saying that it was just What they kad expected—that the: railroad was crooked in root and| branch, and that a good man couldn't et@y with it long enough to get his breath, “Then the new general manager | bas been appointed?” I ogg He nodded, “Some fellow by the name of Dismuke. 1 don’t know him, and neither does Hornack. He ls on his way West now, they say.” “And there is no word from Mr, Chadwick?” abusive and had made threate—in @ business way.” “In a business way? What do you mean by that? : I quoted the boss’ own words, as nearly as I could recall them “So Hatch did make a threat, then? He said that Norcross might os well resign one Ume as a> other?” “Something Ike that, yea | “Can yeu add anything more? T could, but I didn’t want to. Mr. Van Britt didn’t know anything — about the Sand Creek Siding hold-— up, or I-supposed he didn't? aha T | a him up? | Of course T mld yea, and pretty on after she went away, our one and only millionaire came tn. He telling Cousin Shefla what the ment sages were. He'd seen the copies | of them that they keep In the tel Motategen ay = — didn’t want to be the first one to ewhere UPitell him, Best the north of Lake Superior, in the Can- bt wus sauete peg Bo Claus was telling the twins, your fairy hetpers after them,” mid story of Bivue Santa and how he | Nick. came to build his big chim- \! what did he do when he to the South Pole and lived in T" asked Nancy. waited to see what would answered Santa “. did. You see, all the puffin and the kittiwakes and the all of which lve in cold discovered the sign he had and told the children. / And soon spread all over the that the reai Santa Claus w . ‘one and that he lived at the | him every single note and letter that contty down among the pill Pola. The worst of it was the ewifts got to know of it.” @wifts!” exclaimed the cbil- “What are they?” chimney swifte’’ nodded Claus, “They are my messen-) live in chimneys. How else « s’pose I would get the notes ren write to met we always thought you sent “Well, what are Birds ff not | fairies, I should Wke to know,” de manded Santa, pretending to be sur. prised. “They are the best kind of | fairies, too, for they are allowed to let folks see ‘em. The rest of us, 1 am sorry to say, are not” Santa knocked the ashes out of his | pipe and put it in his pocket. | “When the ewifts got to know of ¢ Blue Santa Claus,” he went on, “they probably thought that I had gone out of business and they took | the kiddies had written to me and | put up the chimneys.” | “T'll bet that’s why I didn't get my bicycle last Christmas,” mid Nick at once. “And 5 didn't get | wateh,.” Nancy told him. | “Didn't you?" exclaimed Santa surprised. “Well, *l nevert’ (Copyright, 1920, N. EK. A) my wrist -THE WRECKERS By FRANCIS LYNDE ro START KEKE TODAY Dodds, secretary (who tatle }, and bie bow, Graham Nor- having completed construction on the Oregon Midland, are e6 from Portland to Chicego via the Short jo. At & desert wal the train * Mairie An fore, me by c M Jimmie jump off to help them get on the mao and that instant off it leaving the four shelter und th " hAdup of & The by kup the mine road, coming ve ich has been dis- locomotive is soon repaired ‘private cer ls found with , uninjured, unable to account for kidnaping. Chadwick greets Mra as an 014 friend. i hyou are in bed in the spare room ‘Cousin Basil's. They wanted to you to the railroad hospital night, but when they telephoned here to try to find Mr, No in Basil went right down and wght you home with bim in w pulance.” *-rhat night,” you my? 1 par “It was last night that the fell on me, wasn't it? “1 don’t know anything about o it lower hall, os, 1 choked a little o (Copyright, 1980, by Charice Scribner's Sune) have sworn that I saw tears in the | big, wideopen eyes, but maybe I didn’t. | Then she told me how the head. |quarters watchman had found me about midnight; with my right hand scorched black and the rest of me apparently dead and ready to be buried. The ambulance surgeon had insisted, and was still insisting, that I had been handling a live Wire; but there were no wires at all in the and nothing stronger than an incandescent light current in the entire office bullding. “And you say I've been here hang. ing on by my eyelashes for three |days? What haa been going on in |all that time, Maisie Ann? Hasn't anybody been here to see me?’ | She gave a little nod. “Everybody, nearly. Mr. Van Britt has been up jevery day ,and sometimes twice a day. He has been awfully anxious for you to come alive.” “Put Mr. Norcross?” I queried. “Hasn't he been up?" She shook her head and turned her face away, and she was look- | ing straight out of the window at |the setting sun when she asked, }"When was the last time you saw (Mr. Norcross, Jimmie?" ra big scare that seemed to rush up out of the bedelothes to smother me, But I mate out to answer her question, telling her how Mr. Norcross had | lett the office maybe half an hour lor so before I did, that night, going uptown with Mr, Ripley, Then I exraph office.” Tt was on my tongue’s end to my thas Mr. Norcross nover had seen those two telegrama, because I had them in my pocket and was on my |way to deliver them when I got shot; but I didn’t. Instead, I said: “And you think that was why Mr. Norcross threw up his hands and ran away?” “No; I don’t think anything of the sort. I know what it was, and you know what it was,” and at that she turned around and pushed own “What was it? I whispered. more than half afraid that I war going to hear a confirmation of my own breath-taking conviction, And {1 heard it, all right “It was what I was telling you about, that same evening, you re. member—down in the hall when |you brought the flowers for Cousin Sheila? You told him what I told you, didn’t you?’ “No; I didn’t have a chance—not jany real chance.” “Then somebody else told him, Jimmie; and that is the reason he |hae resigned and gone away. Mr. Van Britt thinks it was on account lof the two messages from Mr. Chad |wieck and Mr, Dunton, and that is jwhy he wants to talk to you about it. But you know, and I know Jimmie, dear, and for Cousin |Shella’s sake and Mr. Norcross tsoul, A been appointed, and way out here from \Everything has gone to pieces |the railroad, and all of Mr. Nor jeross’ friends are getting ready to lresign. Iwn't it "perfectly heart breaking?” It was; It was so heart-breaking that I just gasped once or twice and went off the hooks again, with Maisie Ann's frightened little shriek lringing in my eare an #he tried to |hold me back from slipping over the edue. new general manager has he ie on his New York. on CHAPTER XI What Every Man Knows 1 wasn't gone very long on this f#econd excursion into the woozy |woozies, tho it wus night-time, and the shaded electric light was turned on, when I opened my eyes and found Mrs. Sheila sitting by the bedside. ‘The piefaced nurse was gone; or at least I didn't see her lanywhere; and the change in Mra |Sheila sort of made me gasp. she |wasn't any lees pretty as she sat there with her hands clasped in her ‘lap, but she waa different; sober, and with the laugh all gone out of |” the big gray eyes, and a look in {them as if «he had suddenly become Ho wise that nobody could ever fool her. “You are feeling Hetter now?” she jasked, when she found me staring or, but the night that they found | asked her why she wanted to know. jat her, u all burnt and crippled, tying at he foot of your office stairs, was Iiree days ago. You have been out your head nearly ali the time ever “Burnt and crippled? What hap- 4 to me, Mainte Ann? “Nobody Knows; not even the doc- 0 We've been hoping that some ‘May you'd be able to tell us, Can't tell me now, Jimmie?” I told ber all there was to tell, mbling around among the words and taking the midnight train for)part is all right. best I could, When she saw bow it was for me to talk, I could “Because nobody has sedn him since a little later that same night,” lhe said, saying It very softly and without turning ber head And |then: “Mr. Van Britt found a let |ter from Mr. Norcrows on his desk the wext morning, It was just a ttle typewritten note, on a Hotel Hullard letter sheet, saying that he had made up his mind that the Pio jneer Short Line wasn't worth fight ing for, and that he was resigning the East.” 1 sat straight up in bed; I should I told her I guessed I waa, but that my hand hurt me some. “You have bad a great shock of some kind-—besides the burn, mie,” she rejoined, folding up bed covers that the hand would rest easier. “Phe doo tors are all puzzled. Does your head feel quite clear now—no that you can think?" “It feels aw if T had a crazy clock it,” I said. “But the thinking Have you heard anything from Mr, Norcroms yet?” “Not a word, It ls all very mys the #0 in ne} we must never liep it to a human | Jim} bandaged | | | DIFFEQENT-nES DOING HIS BEST TO GET AHEAD! terious and perplexing. We have eon hoping that ydu could tell us omething when you should recover sufficiently to talk. Can't you, Jim mie? Kemembering what Maisie Ann vad told me just before 1 went off hooks, I thought I might tell a lot if T dared to. But that ldn't So I just said: 1 told Maisie Ann all I knew about Mr. Norcrons. He left the {fice some little time before I did with Mr. Ripley. I didn't know where they were going.” “They went the hotel,” she helped out. “Mr. Ripley say# they in the lobby until after ten and then Mr. Norcross went bis rooms.” we, | knew that Mr. Ripley knew all about the Match ruction; but if he hadn't told her, I wasn't going to tell her, She had got ahead of tno, there, tho; perhaps #he had been talking with the major, who always knew everything that was going OD “There was some trouble in con nection with Mr. Hatch that even ing, wasn't there?” she asked. “Hatch had some trouble~yer. But I guess the boas didn’t have any,” Tf replied. “Tell me about 1t,” she com- manded; and I told her just as lt tle as I could; how Hatch had had an interview with the bors earlier in the evening, while I was away, “It wasn't a quarrel?” she sug the ver we to should they quarrel™ 1 | She shook her head, “You sparring with me, Jimmie, in « mistaken idea of being loyal to Mr Noreross. You needn't, you know Mr, Norcrows has told me all about hte plang; he has even been gener. ous enough to say that I helped him make them. ,That Is why I can not understand why he should do as he has done—or at least as everybody belleves he has done.” I saw how it was, She was try ing to find some explanation that | would clear the boss, and porhaps |implicate the ‘ Hatch crowd. 1 leouldm't tell her the real reason | why had run away Matsie Ann lhad been right as right about that; | we must p it to our two selves |But I tried to let her down easy “Mr, Van Britt has told you about those two telegrams that | are came after Mr. Norcrass left the office.” | sald, still covering up the fact that the telegrams hadn't been delivered—that they were probably in the pocket of my coat right now, wherever that was “They were nough to make any man throw up sis hands and quit, I should say.” “No.” she insisted, looking me straight in the eyes. “You are n telling the truth now, Jimmie. You |know Mr. Noreroas better than any jof us, and you know that it len’t the least little bit ke him to walk out and leave everything to go to wreck, Have you ever known doing anything like that before I had to admit that I hadn't that, on the other handait was the very thing you'd least expect him to do, But at the same time I had to hang on to my sham belief that it was the thing he had done: either Uy or tell her the truth. overy man reaches hie limit, some time!” I protested. “What was Mr. Norcross to do, I'd like to know; with Mr. Chadwick getting scared out, and Mr, Dunton threatening to fire him?" “The thing he wouldn't do would be to go off and leave aH of his friends, Mr. Van Britt and Mr Hornack, and all the rest, to fight it out alone. You know that as well as 1 do, Jimmie Dodds” ‘There was actually a Mash of fire in the pretty gray eyes when she said that, and her loyal defense of the boss made me love her good and hard. I wished, clear to the bottom of my heart, that I dared tell her just why it was that Mr. Noreross had thrown up his hands and dropped out, but that was out of the ques tion. “If you won't take my theory, you must have one of your own,” I said; not knowing what else to say, “1 have,” she flashed back, “and I want you to hurry and get well so that you cun help me trace it out.” Me? T querted. “Yeu, you. The others are all #0 stupid! even Mr. Van Britt and Mr. l Ripley. ‘They Insist that Mr. Nor as went Bast to see and talk with Mr. Chadwick. They have found out that Mr, Chadwick left Chicago the day after he sent that telegram, te go up into the Canadian woods to look at some mi , or something ‘They say that Mr, Norcross has fel |towed him, and that is why they looked aa he always did; just as if he had that minute stepped out of a Turkish bath where they shave and scrub and polish a man till he shines. “How are you, Jimmie?” he rapped out. “Glad to see you on earth again. Feeling @ little more fit, tonight?” I told him I didn’t think it would take more than half a dozen fellows |of my «ize to knock me out, but IT was gaining. Then he sat down and put me on the question rack. I gave him all I had—except that thing about the undelivered telegrams and two or three others that I couldn't give bim or anybedy, and at the end of it he said: “I've been hoping you could help out. 1 don't need to tell you that thin new turn things have taken has us ail fought to a standstill, Jimmie. I've known ‘the boss,’ as you call him, ever since we were boys to- gether, and I never knew him to do{ anything lke this before.” “We're in pretty bad shape, aren't we?” | suggested. | “We couldn't be in worse shape,” was the way he put it. Then he told | ventured. 5 }me a little more than Maisie Ann ad; how President Dunton had |wired to stop all the betterment |work on the Short Line until the new general manager could get on the ground; how the local capitalists | lat the head of the new Citizens’ Stor- age & Warehouse organization were |woared plumb out of their shoes and JOHN SWANSON GAINS 17 POUNDS TAKING TANLAC Spokane Man Says the Medi- cine Overcame His Troubles of Six Years’ Standing “I want a bottle of that Tanlac,” said John Swanson, of 301% Trent Ave., Spokane, when he walked into Murgittroyd’s drug store recently. It was only last year that the med- icine relieved me of a bad case of stomach trouble of siz years’ stand: ing, and built me up seventeen pounds in weight, and now I want to get a bottle for a slight touch of rheumatiam, “Before I beran taking Tanlac about a year ago, I was tn mighty bad shape. 1 had scarcely any appetite, nothing Tf ate digested properly, and I would bloat until it caused me no end of trouble I was so nervous I went sleepless night after night, was in a terrible run: down condition, and could find noth: ing that would help me, “Well, in my search for rete 1 finally ran across ‘Tanlac, and as T said, the medicine put an end to all my troubles and built me up sev enteen pounds in weight. In fact, it fixed me up until I never felt better in my life. However, I have felt @ little rheumatiom jately, and sm going back to my old stand-by Taniac, and am eure it'll knock my rheumatism esky high like it did all my other troubles,” Tantac is sold in Seattle by Rartel! Drug Stores under the personal di rection of a special Tanlac represen. lauive.—AdverUsement, adian mining country, and out of reach of the telegraph.” “Mr. Norcross hasn't shown up at Mr, Chadwick's Chicago offices?” I “No, The telegraph people have been wiring everywhere and can't get any trace of him.” “Tell them to try Galesburg. That's where his people live.” “I know,” he said, and he made & note of the address on the back of an envelope. Then he came at me again, on the “direct,” as a law- yer would say, ‘You've been closer to Norcross in an intimate way than any of us, Jimmie; haven't you seen or heard! something that would help to turn/ a litte more light on this damnable blow-up?” I hadn't—outside of the one thing I couldn't talk about—and I told/ him #0, and at this he let me see/ @ little more of what was going on in his own mind. | “You're one of us, In @ wry, Jimmie, and I can talk freely to you. | I'm new to this neck of the woods, | but the major tells me that the; Hatch crowd is a pretty tough prop- osition. Mra. Macrae goes farther! and insists that there has been foul play of some sort. 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