The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 5, 1921, Page 9

ay WEDNESDAY. JANUARY i nthia yrey foung Couple Penniless on Eve of Baby's Birth; fuck in Despair They Would _Relinquish Claim to the Child. Dear Cynthia Grey: No ffoubt you will think my re- ty ‘a ta strange one. Can you ; Lby, which we expect within t month? My wife and I have talked everything over, and consid- — all things well, and this the only way out. I have wild) been in business twice in Se- £ fattle and have the best of Sy yeferences ; but I have lost a rything during these past «wt pheri five months of hard times. ral | ~ ve tramped the streets day day, looking for some- hing to do, anything, which t enable me to keep my and prepare for our } should be; but I have re unsuccessful, and our wings have dwindled away. have just enough left to pay my wife's confinement, d I have already been com- d to send her to friends % Phe country until that time. ~ te do not wish to keep the | d become attached to rom 28 it a ~ ae ik | ! ste to have to give it up » I do not wish to im- @ upon my former business ociates for credit, because t to get back into busi- when times permit. I ‘sh to earn what. I get, and not go in debt for what cannot pay for, so I believe will agree with me, Miss y, that to sacrifice our whild at its birth is the only way left in order that our may not suffer. We will appreciate your sip in finding good people 10 would take the baby, care it afid do for it as they their own, and they life. Please do not print ar name, as we do not wish nany friends to know of : dicament. Thank you advance, Miss Grey, for we feel sure you will do. , MR. a M. & have gotten in touch wit. he writer of the above letter, ind find that he is an erperi- truck driver. It is my 2 to find work for him he may be able to keep child when it is born. If is not possible, of course, only other thing left to do to find responsible foster ts for it, who will adopt at birth. . Interested parties may get h with this man by call- me at Main 600, or leave message with the tele- operator. ee eda Bara’s dress ; Miss Grey: Would you kina ea ‘Bive me Theda Bara's present ad Bara ts now trave wamanagement of A. H. Wood. She Been appearing on the speaking for over a year. A letter ad- to Mise Bara, care A. Ht , 236 W. s2nd st, New York will reach her. oe Remove Stain Miss Grey: WIN you please WP me how a person can remove ap- inen? 8. P femove fruit stains from white or linen, use fumes of burn- gulphur and warm Colored cottons or woolen, with tepid soapsuds of am- { silks, the same, with very rubbing ; Y j chlorine nd Larceny Suit Dropped; Man Freed Justice of the Peace Otis W. FE Tuesday released John Cr ged with grand larce f¥om the City Fruit Co., when the ecuting attorney stated t ilainy may contain matter for Mit but did not justify criminal ution. wiord. idle Hens Start Laying 04 Eggs, Instead of 5, ty Van Gain Bach Week for Mrs. Plerce in Winter Weather before we tried ‘ tr Don r hen a Dp [not to ewer Co,| d.—Advertisemeot | a good home for our 1 | 8& child’s coming and care for it) of $280" | 5, Tyr. The Wreckers w Francis Lynde (Copyright, 1920, by Chartes forth ner's Hons) (Continued From Yesterday) | Tracing the tine on the blueprint we hunted for a point, which, according to the we had things doped out, have been not more than 13 or |miles west of Banta, There blind siding 10 miles west Jyond that, nothing k, which was 21 miles farther i at least, there was no showed up on the map. 10-mile siding might have for the passing point, but in crew of the Fast Mat jwould surely have seen the 1016 | waiting on the siding as they ame jby. And they hadn't seen it; Kirgar said they had been questioned promptly the following morning. Tho I had been over the road with Mr, Norcross in bis private car any number of times «ince we bad taken hold, I didn't recall the Ae topographies very clearly, and I couldn't seem to remember any thing about this siding 10 miles west of Banta. So I asked Kirgan “That siding tent fp any such |shape that the Fast Mail could get |by without seeing a ‘meet’ train on the sidetrack, te i The big mastersmechanio his head. ‘Hardly, we're up a stump, siding is part of an old ‘Y' at the mouth of a gulch that runs back into the mountains for maybe @ dozen miles or so. They tell me the Y" was put in for the Timber Moun tain lumber outfit when they used the gulch mouth for their shipping point. They bad one of their saw mills up in the gulch somewhere but the business died out when they got the timber all cut off.” ‘This time I was the one who did the cat.and-grasshopper act. ell me this, Mart.” I put tn quickly, “The Timber Mountain ompany is one of the Red Tower monopolies: did it have a railroad track up that gulch connecting with our ‘YR “Why, yes; I reckon sa I'm not right sure that there ain't one there yet. But if there is it's been dis onnected from the ‘Y.’ I'm sure of that, because I went in on that Y" one day with the wrecker.” You'd think this would have set tled it. But I hung on like a dog to a root. “Say, Mart." T inaisted, “this “Y siding we're talking about is just around where the Ten-Sixteen ought to have met the Mail; so far as w can tell by this map it's the only place where it could have met it And the old gulch track would have been a mighty gcod hiding-place for the stolen engine? “There ain't any track there,” aald Kirgan, shaking his head; “or, least- wise, if there is, it hasn't any rail connection with our siding, just a¢ I'm tellin’ you We'll have to look farther alon: Somehow, I couldn't get it out of my head but that I was right. Our guesses all went as straight as & string to that “Y™ aiding 10 miles west of Banta, and I was sure that if I had been talking to Mr. Van Britt I could have convinced him. But Kirgan was awfully hard headed. “It's supper time,” he said, after we had mylled a while longer over the map. “Tomorrow, if you like, we'll take an engine and run down there. But we ain't goin’ to find anything. I can tell you that, right now.” “Yea, and tomorrow we may have the new general manager, and then you and I and all the others wil! be hunting for some other railroad! to work on.” I retorted. I pretty nearly had him over the edge, but I couldn't push him the rest of the way to save my life, “If there was the least little scrap-@ reason even to imagine that Mr. Norcross had gone off on that! stolen eight-wh it would be lifferent, Jimmie.” he protested. But there ain't; and you know dog- | goned well there ain't. Let's go up town and hunt up something to eat. | You'll a heap clearer in your mind you get a good square} mea your clothes.” We left the shop offices together and got shut out, crossing the yard, | by a freight that was pulling in| from the West. There was « yard} crew shifting on the other side of| incoming train, and rather than | {wait for the double obstruction to |clear itself, we walked down the shop track, meaning to go arpund he lower end of things. This detour us past the round-house, and when we reached the turntable lead, the engine of the justarrived freight came back ing down the skip-track. ing |Kirgan, the engineer swung dowr |from the step at the lead switch, leaving the hostler to “spot” the engine on the table. I knew the| gineer by sight. His name jorcher, and he waa a reformed ow-punch’—with a record fof get ting out of more tight places with | 4 heavy train than any other man n the diivsion “Here's lookin’ at you, Mr. Kir with a sort of Happy Hooligan grin on his smutty face \“You passin’ the word, quiet, | among the boys to keep an eye out! fr that Atlanti that got lost the shuffle you? Well, I found her.” “What's that—where?™ snapped | Kirgan, in a tone that made o noise like the pop of a whiplash, | “You that old gr pit} rill a mile west Timber Moun #'s there; plumb | that gra | possible passing way uld Mu was 3 but be ¢ Sand east 0: lCr ri The | served | that shook I reckon Jimmie. That you'd think when took jean,” he said, type ¢ ain't now “When did you see her?” “Justenow—comin’ in, Jouble, comin h up I doubled in on that oid ack. There she was, a pul and the to the ‘Y’ in’ more time gravel Kirgan rapped out id ad see; just d ed a plec but she ain't 1 bank, | n nodded. “That counts one ily. Who else saw her?” Nobody but boy ur I reckon ght 1 of the others Want » the on ol train “ ‘All And ‘em Don't spread it and tell spread tt. to make # little overtime?” “I alo't kickin’ none” |simply b el track, |t We had to « (Ayame NEXT DOOR Nels! 13 OUT MBPECT THE SEA |} Ste oun New HOR MG Nts Back VarD! Guess Vib GO Ov . sr ANO GET ACQUAINTED: PEGGY GOES TO MANETTE SOUTHEN Mother and Aantie were little girts,” began the little storyteller, “they lived tn Eastern Washington. “Now that docan’t sound so very dreadful now, but BR was @readful then, tor they had no nice houses, only little shacks and no good and people miles, and mflea, and miles apart schooin, “And there were Indians, and| Mother and Auntie were afraid of them. Itved | any, #0 all they had was one great big ol pig I think that’s « fun my thing for a pet, but they jest loved her, and her name was Dainy. : “Well—one @ay when they went out to wee Daisy they found five cunning Nttle baby pew with her. “You can just tmagine how giad they were and how cute they thought these pigs wera, “Then one day right whfle they were watching the piggies a big ratticanake came wriggting into “And sometimes when Mother | ‘he pen. went into the garden there would be Mr. Black Bear strdiling by, calm as you please, And when they would look play sometimes there would be a| standing and Mother would | 8" she felt perfectly dreadful to great big Indian just watching them. Ar tell him to go away, times if he was thirsty or hungry they would have to go get him but some water or food before he would go) away. “The Indians @idn’t hurt them, | but the girls couldn't help being afraid of them, and after an In dian had been there, for a long time they would not dare venture ey didnt have any peta, You see, there weren't on “That's business, After you've had your supper, call up your fire and report to me here at the round We along and get tha house. ll take a light engine and go down sis seemed to settle Kirgan’s half We hadn't taken th into it wasn't marked on tudying; runa way gravel puzzle track our calc cause the map had beer that merely meant that the pit had time after the we been opened some may had been made. When Gorcher had gone into the round-house to wash up and tell hix fireman to report hack, Kirgan and and headed fo master-mechante hop that up to thi nothing the I crossed the ya town, I left t at the door of a Greek he patronized and wen E had more been connecting with that of engine, and the de 4 too ridiculous to hold on to, Mr. Norcross had said, in r to Mr. Van Britt t so far know, r nd take quit; and didn't and b knew had done and go we a he hi midnight it n ne to Against this, of course, there was the Ma tion that hi But conductors ble th ut they bered the have made somebody slammed Sheila story at him for a b itive asner 1 the bo: are no more and once thru a t I remem that other people in tn in goir pa one the mise a thing bo Jenperate, If the Mrs there was rea on enough 1 was just ¢ piece of canned pumpkin plc weuD, yund to my which up from their ulations | but | that he| | “Daisy enorted and fought lke 4 lion to save her bables, and she did mave them, but the horrid snake had bitten hee several | times before help came, and | Mother was sure she would dle, think of losing her pot. “While they were watching an old Indian came up, and when he {maw how badly Mother felt, he waid, “Pig no die; get me bacon rind—dig bacon rind; no die? And he tied it around that mother pig’s neck and, sure enough, she didn't die “And I te you what, Mother |and Antic weren't afraid of that Indian any more! They were his | friends for Iie” ee wasn't half as good as the kind Maisio Ann fed me out at the ma jor’s—when the kid from the dis | patcher’s office came into the grill | room, stretching bis neck as if he were looking for somebody. When he got his eye on me he came crows to my corner and handed me legram. It was from Mr, Chad , under @ Chicago date lne, and was addressed “To the Genera) | Manager's Office,” just Mke that | There were only nine words in it, |but they were all strictly to the point: “What's gone wrong? Where in Mr. Norcross? Answer quick.” I saw in half a second at least a part of what had Happened. Mr. Chadwick was back from his Cana dian trip, and .somebody—the New York people, perhaps —had wired him that a new general manager had been appointed for Pioneer Short Line. The old wheat king’ quick shot @¢ our office showed that |he wasn't in the plot, and that, whatever elxe had become of him, Mr, Norerons hadn't as yet turned 1p in Chicago! Geel but that brought on more taik—a whaling lot of it. I meant to find out, right away, if Mr, Van | Britt had come back from the Cross | Creek wreck. He was the man to anewer Mr, Chadwick's wire. But in interruption butted in suddenly just 1 was the dinne oh The fead waiter, who knew en me so often over ray quick the as signing k. from having the I was hone (Continued Tomorrow) | me with that to at bows, wanted Holland is again shipping consid: erable quantities of potato: four to ithe United Slates, TTLE STAR mouth, While Santa Claus was telling hin | story about the Blue Santa to the twins, an {dea popped into Nick's head, and after the good fairy was thru the little boy said, ney and I |have our Magical Green Shoes, 80 couldn't we go to the South Pole for you?" Santa looked so astoninhed that his pipe fell out of his mouth. “That's the best thing I've heard in @ hundred years,” he ered, slap- ping his knee, “I see now why the Fairy Queen sent you to help me. I've got hundreds of elves and fair to help with the toys, glue on doll wigs, paste tails on kitty cats and put music into the mouth org none of them have magica But the South Pole’s a powerful dis tance away, kiddies,” he reminded them, “and you're very small, And there are so many things to cross the Arctic circle, and the Trople of Santa looked so astonished that his pipe fell out of his ADVENTURES = OF Oe Le Bene Cancer, and the Fquator, to my nothing of Capricorn and the Zonen.” “We'll have no trouble, I'm sure,” Nick assured him, “If they are not too high.” “That doem’t make any differ ence,” said Nancy. “We went to the Morning Star's house once, up in the sky, and very nearly got to Mr. Sun's palace. Are the Zones and the other things higher than that?” i Santa Claus laughed. “No, indeed. You see, the Zones and the Circles | that the geography books tell about Are flat on the ground, and allow you | to walk right over them, But, dear | knows! A wicked fairy might change them into walls a mile high, the gates of which would have to be opened with the Golden Key, But Ill give you a map and the Golden Key, too, and you'll have little trou ble getting to Blue Santa's ice-cave, VERN FOND, OF Nou: BIrren Me Twice m! WELL, T HEARD ABOUT PUTTING CATS uP W. ace tad By AHERN hrs, T, (TS TAKING YOU AN AWweUuL tone. TIMS TO ON MX COATS ws Ww ONS GB oN mM Ate READY TO HALFSPAST ~~~. |TNeRe's Your OD BCANKET? SO AFTSGR THIS Yo'u In YouR HAND YNTLU MAIL THe I} I'm sure,” ‘That night I told my husband what |1 had dixcovered and that I had {heen to see the girl.” Here Martha | paused and the tears came to her eyes. “You know how silly I've alwaya been about Ewart? So madly in love with him? You don't know you couldn't know-—that before we were married and for a lon, afterward, my husband always called me ‘Martha Mia” I loved |it. He headed his love letters so. ‘Martha Mia’ was i“ Pp for Wel that girl si her Mona Marion? had varied my dear pet and handed it to her’ npossibler I exctaimed. “The cad! To twist his wife's pretty diminutive to fit his cheap littie—" Martha put her hand to my lips |1 quieted down and asked, “How lcould her | time name | me. letters name “after my first visit to Marion} Sprague I put in some bad hours. |to invent another name for another jive Worst 1 bad imagined wasn't “Perhaps he wasn't clever enough }love,” sald Martha, “Perhaps he |thought that what had charmed me so completely couldn't fall to |charm another,” “He's a brutet And Pa rejotce to tell him so,” T mged. “I—1 imp something of kind,” Martha continued, Her quiet jwas a strange contrast to my |wrath, “And what do you think ed?” He swore? He choked met Choked me be I had found him out, not he was sorry! He raged Long ago 1 discovered that he never loses his temper when falsely But when he is found raves. Well, when he my face and my throat hands, I realized that he good deal to conceal, that the cause bees | accused. out, he | bruised in his had a t A BRIDE. half as bad as the truth about him and his red-headed ¥ “Martha Palmer, how calm you are “I never winced when he choked me. So why should I get excited now? Little cared I if he choked me to death, My feelings were not hurt in the least, For it was not 1 who should feel humiliated. It was he! I wasn't even angryt “In the moment when he clutched | my neck, my husband lost some: thing that be had pretended to want, something 1 had managed to preserve in spite of his disloyalty ind injustice. He lost my friend hip, my wish to help him to be his best self—something more im portant, perhaps, than love. “I wonder if a man's brutality always affects @ woman so?” 61 think so Like me, no woman “res much about a beating, for she is set free forever from a 119 ON, ANC I SEWED THE InsiDe Pocker SHUT CARRY MY LETTERS ou = THE BOOK OF MARTHA tyrant, and by the hand that hurts her. “Of course, Ewart reduced me to silence—which was all he wanted, I don't talk any more, but he can't keep my brain from estimating him. By force, he did acquire one right, the right te spend his time with any silly fe male. He may go with whom he chooses, when he chooses, where he chooses, and stay as long as he chooses, I will not talk about it. That ts all he wants." “Do you mean to say, Martha, that you never Weep about him any more?” No. He fs the one to weep. He is the loser.” (To Be Continued.) 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