The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 24, 1921, Page 9

THE SEATTLE STAR Tom Gets a Helper || You S@e, SHE WanrTs IT OVER IN THAT CoRNeR # Cynthia y Grey Girl Sows Wild Oats; Re-| The Wreckers by Francis Lynde (Cre, SD, by Gentes Ca TOM, 1D LIKE To HAVE YOU MOVE THE PANO OVER ‘To "THiS SIDE OF THE Room! 1 THOUEHY You COULD GET MR. BAILEY ‘TO HELP You- He”. NOW= SAY, BAILEY, MY Wire \’ WANTS OUR’ PANO Moved ‘To THE OTHER SIDE OF ‘THE ROOM~ WONDER )P Nou’D Give ME A LIFT Wem IT - . forms in Another City and Becomes Betrothed; Fiance Learns of Past and Ponders Over Mar- riage. Dear Misw Grey: For the past nine months I have kept steady com- pany with a girl I believed to be Very sweet and good, and she has & sweet disposition. She ts two years Younger than |; my age ts 24. Only a week ago I was tnformed several years ago, in another ty. #he lived a decidedly question. life, that is, she belo toa @et of “fast young people” who were ; | Sure that she was loose, when the advise me whether or not I ald marry her, Please help me as this is very serious to heartbroken. I know tt she is a good girt » and T am inclined to believe it all caused by a wrong influence her early and as soon she got from her old as tes she fo! the right path, kept strictly to it; Dut I cannot up my mind if I would be most . should I marry her, or up. 10 _ This ts @ difficul® question for an who knows neither party to} @aswer righty. However, | would #0 completely that you will a ee * ‘ You must feel sure in your own that she has sincerely decided good life—and you must that what you have Mot lessen your respect her. That is the one de decided in such a Dear Miss Grey: A few days ago ‘aw & request in your columns for “The White Captive and ‘ the Chieftain." It is a very piece of péetry and follows: aN give U. (Continued From Yesterday) | I got the coupling broken on the| jcar to set our engine free before | the distant flutter noise had grown | to anything more than a humming | like that of an overhead swarm of | jangry bees. Kirgan was standing | fon the front end, with his coat | thrown ever the headlight, ready to Jerk it off and jump when he got the word, Out at the switch, our fireman was keeping out of sight #0 that the engineer of the special shoulda’t see him, and maybe get rattied and stop. As asual, the boss had covered every little Getail in his instructions, and hed remem: |Dered that the sight of @ man| | standing at a switch In 4 lonesome | | place like this might give an engt |neer a ft “nervés” and make hin shut off ‘steam, Tt had just tt ed uncoupling the day-coach and the boss was eas- ing our engine ahead a bit to make) car door opened behind me and the major and Mrs. Sheila came out tn the front vestibule, It waa Mra Sheila who spoke to me, and her voice had borrowed some of the big) terror that I had seen in her eyes while she was sitting in the office at Portal City “Where — whereabouts are we, Jimmie? she asked. I didn’t get a chance to tell her, Before I could open my mouth the black shadows of the crooked valley beyond the switch were shot thru with the white, shimmering glow of a headlight beam, and a second jlater the special filcked into view on the curve of approach. |__ When we first saw it, the engine ‘was work: steam, and she was & etreak of lightning. looked there was & short, sharp whistle yelp, the brakes | stipped the wheels, the one-car | train, with fire grinding from every brake-shoe, came to a jerking stop | & short cariength on our side of | the switch, and a man dropped from | the engine step to go sprinting to the rear. And it was plain that neither the engineer nor the man who was running back saw our out- ow waiting on the leg of the old Kirgan was the first one to un- WELL, TA6-FOECKLES HAS ‘Yo GIT BAcu ‘To School So WE AQE Cows Wont” “To-MORR ow — GEE, WE Ware Page 295 A BRAVE BOY derstand. With a shout of warning he jumped and ran toward the/ stopped train, yelling at the at | neer for God's sake to pull out and | fo on. Hack in the hills beyond! the curve of approach another hoarse murmur was jarring upon | the foot of the hemlock the wild|the air, and the special's fireman, | game was flung, who was the man we had seen | from the brancties, the rude|jump off and go running back, and| armor hung; battle and plunder the war. riors reposed— the toil of the day which the Nghted and the ever. of the wild features a / Biushes of morning again im torture to of her village Merrimak’s waters erected, the red torches bound and her white bared; stood waiting that the war dance the chief of the war. & sigh for his suffering, a tear o'er , his grave. ® moment he gazed on the charmg of the fair, Her bright, flashing eyes now up Ufted In prayer; Her dark-raven locks fell in ringlets % below, _) Now hid trom the gazers her bosom : of snow. ““Forbear,” cried the chieftain,” “your tortures forbear; ‘The victim shall live, by my wam pum I swear; ‘This night, if a victim must burn at the tree, Young Alfian, your leader, that vio shall be.” _ Te rescue Amanda henceforward he A rushed, _ The revel was ceased and the tumult was hushed, And mute dood that circle of war riors aroun: Alfian the cords of Amanda unbound, aot ee Birch ‘cance was seen gliding away; ee ie a tock that swam by ita side, _ An siletice the barque down the river t id glide, _ At the dusk of the evening a white 1% cot was seen With tts smoke curling bine round j the wild willows green; A moment of parting was held on the shore, Young Alfian, the chieftain, was heard of no more. “ADIOS.” 1 whsh to acknowtedge the kind- ness of three readers, who, seeing OYNTHIA, For Goof, Juicy Bteak, go to Boldt's—Advertinement. PIANO STUDY Revolutionized. The use of the faculties of the super-conscious mind render drudgery on finger ixercises and etudes useless. All technic developed from pieces only. Mental training unexcelled. Pupils, young or adults, become confident performers; progress surprisingly. A. W. WHISTLER 44 Montelius Muste Mlég. Elliott 2794 4 who, of course, didn't know that/ we had our man there, was appar ently trying to reach the switch be hind his train to throw it against | the following engine to shoot it off on the “¥." By this time {ne boss was off of) our engine and racing across the/ angle of the “Y™ only a little way behind Kirgan. He realised that his] plan was smashed by the stopping | of the special, and that the very| catastrophe we had come out to try | to prevent was due to happen right there and then. Whatever our man waiting at the switch might do, there was bound to be @ collintes, | If he left the points set for the | main line, the wild engine would) crash into the rear end of the) stopped special; and if he did the! other thing, our engine and coach | standing on the “Y" would get it.) “Get the people out of that car!” I beard the boss bellow, but even as he said it the pop-valve of the stopped engine went off with a roar, filling the shutin valley with | clamorings that nothing could drown. Two minutes, two fttle minutes | more, and the sleep-sodden bunch of | men in the special’s car might have been roused and turned out and) saved. But the minutes were not) given us. While the racing fireman was still afew feet short of the switch the throwing of which woult/ have saved the onecar train only to let the madman’s engine In on our engine and coach, and our man —already at the switch—was too scared to know which horn of the dilemma to choose, the end came. There was the flash of another headlight on the curve, another whistle shriek, and I turned to help the major take Mrs. Sheila off our car and run with her, against the horrible chance that we might get it instead of the special. But we didn't get it. Ten seconds later the chasing engine had crashed headiong into the standing train, burying itself clear up to the tender in the heart of the old wooden sleeper, rolling the whole business over on its side in the ditch, and setting the wreckage afire as sud dently as if the old Pullman bad been a fagot of pitch-pine kindlings an@ only waiting for the match. If I could write down any real description of the way things stacked up there in that lonesome “No,” Mra. H. replied to David's usual question, “I waa not a little Seattle girl; my pioneering wes @one acrom the Sound. “All my early memofies center in the country about Shelton ag@ Bremerton and ‘those places. 1 Used to know three boys who walked two and a half miles every day to school, “Little fellows they were, too, and the youngest had some trou. ble keeping up with his older brothers, The road wound thru « dense forest at that time; it ts now part of the beautiful Otympic| highway. “We stayed later at schiol tn thone days than you children stay now and it was often quite dusk before the boys had walked their two and « half miles thru the woods, 5 “One evening it was growing realy quite dark and Claude and Johnnie were walking along at a pretty good pace, but little Jeane was tired an dhe lagged be hind. ‘Come on Jense! they call ed. ‘If you don't hurry we'll be late for supper.” “But Jense’s little legs were short and they were tired and he let them get quite @ distance abead, They were used to leaving him ike that, and except for an eocasional call to him, paid him «mall attention “But afl at once they were startied by @ terrific shriek, looking back they saw a young cougar drop from a tree right onto the shoulders of the little boy, and attack him about the head and shoulders, Claude mw it and ran fast as he could go toward home. | But Jonnie had no notion of leav- ing Jease at the mercy of the Deart. He had a heavy bottle in his hand in whict he had carried milk for their noontime tunch, and with that for a weapon he rushed | back along the trail “Jeane was screaming with pain and fright, and the cougar with all his dreadful claws at work was tearing and snarling. “Johnnie rushed in and seizing the bottle by ite neck he beat the cougar over the head until tt had to let go, and except for ugty sears Which he always bore, the litue brother was not seriously hurt” ght ano lp ° an ft, TY valley for the little bunch of us who stood aghast at the awful hor- ror, I guess I wouldn't need to be hammering the keys of a typewriter in a railroad office, But never mind; no goldier sees any more of a battle thap the part he ts in There were seven of us men, in- cluding the engineer and fireman of the special, who were able to jump in and try to do something, and, looking back at it now, it seems as if we all did what we could. That wasn’t much. About half of the people in the sleeping-car—six by actual count, as we learned afterward—were killed outright in |the crash or so badly hurt that they died pretty soon afterward; and the fire was so quick and #0 hot that after we had got the wounded ones out we couldn’t get all of the bodies of the others. As you'd imagine, the boss was the head and front of that fierce rescue fight. He had stripped off his coat, and he kept on diving into the burning wreck after an other and yet another of the ‘vic jtims until it seemed as if he could |not possibly do it one more time and come out alive. He didn't seem to remember that these very men were the ones who had been trying |to ruin him—that at once they | haa set a trap for him and tried to kill him. He was too big for that. (Continued Tomorrow) Hallbsssewlexe 1) A.voice was speaking to Nancy and Nick had arrtved at the Cave of Gems under the Sleeping Pool. At last they-were in the secret passage the Star had told them about, and if things went well they would soon be at the South Pole. A voice was speaking to them. An invisible voice! “Yea, you are good- looking youngsters! And I’m glad of that. I never read my poetry to any- one that is not good-looking. Would you Ike to hear some? “Oh, yest exclaimed the twins quickly. Bo the voice began: “I am Pierre de Pierrot de Bong Tong, I shall tell you my tale in a song, I am soft, I am silky, In color I'm milky, And I'm known from Bombay to Hongkong. “1 fan do most unusual things, And my praises most everyone sings, I'm extremely adroit, And my tricks I exploit, In the glory of great circus rings. “I can jump thru a great paper hoop, I'm a wonder at looping the loop, I can beg, I can pray, I can wish you good-day, Ican walk on, my hands with a whoop. them. An invisible voice! [I’m most likAly to be sure to know ‘The road you must take, | And you'll make no mistake, |If you follow the way I shall show.” “There's another verse. Would you like to hear it?” | “Yea,” nodded Nancy. “Very much |indeed, but won't you appear first?” | “Bless me, can't me?” answered the voice. jforgot. I get invisible day. But wait! It's nearl¥ 1 it's striking nowf* And at the sixth stroke there slowly appeared a white Frenoh poodle, only “Pierre de Pierrot,” as he said his name was, was quite as large as an ox. ery other ! There, PURE MALTED “If you tell me just where you would o MILK f | ‘tai TTY A EVIY YY Confessions of a Bride Copyrighted, 1921, by the Enterprise Aasoctal Newspaper tom THE BOOK OF MARTHA THE DERELICT @vises “Bear sons and daughters!" Thus bluntly Madeline Marche answered me. “Rear your children according to your husband's means and what nense Ged has put in you! Make child-rearing your profession! It's the greatest in the world! And then mpect your” The withered woman of the slums raised her trembling bedy on one elbow and direct & warning fore finger at Ann and me. “Then when you're old, you'll find music in the laughter of your chil dren's children. Babies will cling to |your skirts and you'll smile Because they love you, and are loyal! Be eve me, it's about the only loyalty some women ever ad Sudden tears drenched my eyes and I turned from the woman who had loved #0 much and lost every- thing. A most confusing existence wherein this bad woman like the best of women, Mother Lorimer, had the same message for young wives lke Ann and mel But neither Ann nor I would heed the advice of either, tho surely old women ought to have a story of wis dom for such as we—if we'd h@arken. One way or another, most of them managed to tell it, if they had a chance. There were some wonderful “Kim.” “I have seen something of this world,” she said, “and there are two sorts of women in | the strength out of a man and those who put it back.” ‘The dying woman was one who had destroyed men with her beauty. Mother Lorimer was one who re- stored them. These two women were as far apart a» the stars from the fea and yet they had come to the game conclusion about what makes Ufe worth while for a woman, The normal life was the best life, and whoever departed from it had to pay. Mother Lorimer had strug gled with disillusionment, had per- sisted in profession of being a good mother, and in her old age was re- dose of cold right up. The first dose opens clogged-up | live #0 that your children will re words spoken by the old woman in i) — That Way He Would Get Two Crackers! s THE CRAZY QUILT “THE HEAD ® CURE A “TOOTHACHE © those who take | | warded by peace and comfort and her sons’ devotion. Madeline Marche had sought for life's pleasures and avoided its pains, Agn took the snaking old body in her «rms and placed it softly down upon the pillows. Ann ts a better girl than I. Mysterious physical re- pulsion which I could neither define nor control made it impossible for me to touch the poor oid thing with EVERETT Se —_ the tip of a finger. Truly, Ann was @ better girl than I. (To Be Continued) “Pape’s Cold Compound” Breaks any Cold in a Few Hours Instant Retief! Don’t stay stuffed-| stops nose running; relieves head- up! Quit blowing and esnufflingt A ache, dullness, feverishness, sneez- “Pape’s Cold Compound” taken every two hours until three! quickest, surest relief Mnown and doves are taken usually breaks any| costs only a few cents at drug stores, ing. “Pape’s Cold Cgmpound” ts the It acts without assistance, Tastes nice, Contains no quinine. Insist nostrils and air passages of head;| upon Pape’s.-Advertisement, Back hurt you? 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