The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 18, 1921, Page 6

wapaper n- terprise Assn. And United Service rhe) ae lect? Fate levied on big fortunes trol shall be used. our paved residence streets te 2% feet? Should majority pe- titions be overruled? Or ide of the By carrier, city, The governor's economy and taxation conference at Olympi very well cast an eye over the Multimillionaire Hewitt fortune, and demand how soon the state of Washington is going to collect the vast sum due. The state’s inheritance tax, it is estimated, may amount to as much as one mil- lion dollars when a full accounting is made. That would mean a reduction _ in general taxes for everybody in Washington of 1 mill. : _ The tax commission just appointed by the governor might very appropri- " ately scrutinize this same matter. Then it ought to go much further and enter into a study of our entire inheritance tax system. | men, as they face death, try to dodge their just payment, as Henry Hewitt, jr., _ of Tacoma, did, thru the fiction of deeding away their millions to a holding | company owned by their heirs? How efficiently is the inheritance tax bureau mow working? How much money does it collect? How much ought it to H that are left to individuals. state of Washington simply must reform its taxation: system. find a way to relieve the overload now borne by realty. One fair, effective way will be to strengthen and increase the inheritance tax. Waterloo’s Anniversary The 106th anniversary of the battle of Waterloo today, recalis that the French under Napoleon were whipped by allied British and Prussian armies, later, there was a British joined with fight the Prus to nations be lined up now? Let's hope world peace comes by then in the year 2027 relieved ef this worry about how nations are going to E White boy mentally trresponsible. They so informed Licut. Gov. Coyle while Gov. Hart was in the East. Coyle did the logical thing and reprieved White for 30 days, thus giving Hart a chance to ex- amine the convicted man's condi tion. A commission appointed by Hart reported jhat the boy is in- sane. What else was there for Gov, Hart to do? No civilized state wants to hang a crazy man. And this state is fast getting back to the place where it doesn't wish to execute any man, An Eastern stenographer 4s willed $300,000 by her late em- ployer. She must be an expert at the touch system. Congress soon will decide wheth- er beer is a medicine. Well, it has made many an old man feel young., nthe, $1.60; @ ment without working injustice upon hi: The Seattle Star Ry mall, out of city, be per month: # im the state of Washington. $4.50 for | montha, or $9.00 per year, oe e ——— S276, year, Phone Maia Oo per month, 0600. es month. Monday might ow many other rich old And then, The Star believes, this tax commission ought to bring in a recom- ndation, and push it thru the legislature, for very greatly increasing the _ Let any man pile up and enjoy wealth if he has a creative genius that func- tions along that line, and if he can do fellows. But it is time for the state to restrict very sharply his power to pas: along his accumulation to his sons and daughters for their selfish enjoyment. The sons of Henry Hewitt are, as far as The Star knows, upright, worthy cit- izens. But admittedly they did not earn the ten to thirty millions that the can- old Tacoman heaped about himself. There is no valid reason why they d possess that gigantic hoard. There is no valid reason why they, when time to die shall come, should extend their sway into the misty future by how the mines and mills, the business blocks and forests they now It must Nine Men With a Big Job to Do Here are nine Washington men who have thelr work cut out for them D. W. Twohy, banker, Spokane. Alex. Polson, lumberman, Aber. deen. George M. Elliott, real estate, Tacoma, Nathan Eckstein, wholesaler, Se attle. Frank D. Oakley, attorney, Te coma, Robert H. Harlin, president of the State Federation ef Miners, Seattle. Col. W. W. Robertson, publih- Yakima, Peter McGregor, steckman and farmer, Hooper, Dr. S. B. L, Penrose, president of Whitman College, Walla Walla. They are the members of the newly appointed state taxation commission, created under a law of the last legislature. They are to study our existing taxation Uls and report on a pro gram for relieving the present grievgus burden on real estate. And that oughi to keep them out of mixchief all summer, Addressing girl graduates at Lake Forest, Il., the orator stated * that men want as wives girls with understanding and sympathy. Us: usually, the more understanding, the less sympathy. A sure way to produce rain arti- ficially is to wear @ new straw hat or a freshly-pressed suit and leave your umbrella at home. As an implement o7 killing, the automobile makes the revolver look like a dove. The more successful your back- yard garden, the lower the price of vegetables. pais ne One The holy peace of Zion City, M., is now wholly war. _ TODAY'S QUESTION Have you had your fill of straw- berry shortcake? ANSWERS EC. BEAMAN, Hotel Navarre: “I've made a fine showing, so far. _ Give me time.” | G. S$. FENWICK, 4634 Chicago ave: “No, I don't expect to.” WILLIAM GREER, 1202 E. Pine st: “At each sitting I achieve that. “A don't stop until I do L. D. BIERMAN, 1420 Sixth ave. “There's always room for more, you know. NAT C. BIDFORD, try me out.” REMARKABLE REMARKS China's resources are so abundant that they could keep the whole world from starvation.—Rodriguez Alves, Brazilian minister to China. eee 1109 Third Carpentier’s wine drinking will cut down his endurance, He will last only @ short time as a result— Deets Pickett, Methodist temperance board research worker. oe The rational work of every civil ization is to cure without destroy- ing and guard ogainst the enemies of liberty which come to us cloaked in pretended helpfulness.—President Warren G. Harding. “If you've got any to atid | Congressional Record AFTERMATH Who would have thought that we | would have had the terrible situation |of about 10,000 men mentally in- capacitated as the result of the war, and of 25,000 tuberctlosis patients within two years?—Senator Walsh (D), Massachusetts. HITTING THE BULL'S EYE We will need a much less army |for police purposes in this country jduring the next 10 years if we re- \lieve the peopie from taxation than we will if we do not.—Senator Borah (R), Idaho, | A TRIBUTE TO THE WOMEN I went home the other day and found my wife making a pair of pajamas, I asked her why. She said that word had come to, the wives and families of senators that they did not have a proper change of un. dergarments at Walter Reed hos. | pital, and that the women had again aken up the work in which they |had been engaged during the war jand that what she was doing others were doing. I do not state that to bring either my wife or these other ladies into prominence, but if it be SETH TANNER Ef you want somepin’ done, go to a busy man. A moanin’ ghost in th’ country usually turns out to be a white calf. the case that in the capltal of the nation men are so destitute of prov er bed clothing that the ladies have to take it up it is significant of what must exist in other branches of the hospitals in Washington and the capital. sourl, Senator Reed (D.) Mi: || Try This on Your Wise Friend What is the smallest number which can be sep- arated into four parts making the first part 500 times, the second part 400 times, and the third part 40 times as much as the fourth and smallest part? Answer to Thursday's: $5 for you; $7 for your friend. fue PARABLES, ae. SEATTLE STAR Sa e@ — THE PARABLE OF A MAN SEEKING A SIGN He. And the men o' will put this And they rained 6 is a certain that he who ran WATE Greatest For inforn homesites : Smithville ° And they gre And they hired a d: body knew as Maggie writer, National Bank And they had lette mithville Board of Trade. And they expected Maggie to have of inquiry And Maggie had nothing to do bu nose and make dates over the teleph cared an Hoot whether Smithville gr Now about this time I visited Smit an Address, And I said unto them. It doth pay to advertise provided watch Sinithville grow. preaching and saying: If indeed ye desire that Smithvill people want to come hither Paint up your houses and clean up that grow everywhere, and plant flo’ Wherefore do ye spend money fo labor for an electrick sign that is N worship an Electrick Sign, behold it Ye have proclaimed with great boasting the gle set up a Great Sign where the Railr write Improve your schools. n city, and its name is Smithville f that town got busy, and they #aid, town on the map. 1 Vifteen hundred shekel» Tracks cre And the sign said: And they my might read. SMITHVILLE Railway Ce mation about to the joard of Trade. tory sites and ; retary of the ° And they sat down to Watch Smithville Grow. admired their and they tly Sign, bowed down befere it and worshiped it And the Blectrick Light Company fitted it up with Hights,-and furnished the juice free, for they thought that Sleeping Car Passengers would wake up in the night in order that they might Watch Smithville Grow sel whose name was Marguerite, but whom every Perkins, who was the daughter of the that she should answer Letters of Inquiry, for she could punish a type Drugeist, And they fitted up an office on the Second Floor of the Smithville First rs of gold upon the}window, saying, writer's cramp answering the letters ut to chew her gum one for the movies. nd powder her For none of the thousands of passengers who rode thru Smithville on the two railroads ew or not. hville, and they desired me to deliver thou hast the Goods. But I do not This is the evil and adulterous generation that doth seek for a Sign. and the only sign that shall be given it is the sign of the prophet, Jonah, i@ grow, then do something to make Pave your streets. your vacant lots, Destroy the weeds wers or green grass, r that which is not ‘othing to Write Home About. is left unto you desolate. jes of your town, and bread and your Ye do have never done a Blooming Thing to make any one want to live in your town, And a few weeks thereafter they sent me a marked copy of thelr Local Paper And they were baving a Clean-Up and Paint-Up week And they were discussing the Paving of the Streets. And they were redecorating the House of God, and adding an h undred shekels to the stipend of the Minister, and their School Commituee was considering how to improve the School And I thought of Maggie, for tf have to get busy. this thing keepeth on, Maggie may For Smithville ts really beginning to grow. WILLIAM ©. BARTON. In the Ed itor’s Mail DRAGGING A LAKE FOR TRUNK Editor The Star: I read with a great deal of admiration and wonder the reports in the dally press relative to the decision of Capt. of Detectives Tennant to drag the bottom of all of Lake Union in search of the body of a certain Mrs. Mahoney, supposed to have been placed there by her hus band. What a wonderful tenacity this Capt. Tennant displays. Is it, perhaps, to do full justice to his name? It reminds me of the general who, miles behind the firing line, is send- ing his troops to almost certain de- struction, getting the full credit him- self for an eventual victory. Of| ff. course, Capt, Tennant is not using men, but dollars, to accomplish a cer- tain end in view. The perseverance he displays in this task fs truly re- markable, and highly commendable, were it not for the fact that—but here we come down to money mat- ters again! And what are such sor- did things as money compared to the satisfaction the public would get from seeing the Seattle detective force vindicated? For I strongly suspect—and will somebody who is better informed al lay my suspicions if possible?—that Capt. Tennant is not using his @wn, but the public's money, and that, if he had to finance the enterprise him- self, his zeal and fervor would drop down close to the zero mark. Then I wonder at this implicit faith in the good nature and forbear. ance of a long-suffering public: which, of course, never needs to be consulted asx to the advisability of financing such an enterprise as drag: ing a whole lake bottom for a trunk which may or may not be there at all Let's all hope his endeavors will be crowned with success, but if not— well, there are Lake Washington and Green lake, Let's never give up. By any and all means, let's produce Mrs. Mahoney, dead or alive, In the meantime, let's import some experts to tell] us how to reduce our taxes, I wonder, if we consult that old gentleman acquaintance of mine who bought a lot for a tax title 17 years ago, thinking what a streak of luck he ran into at that time, and who now, after paying taxes all these years, is anxious to sel] his lot for one-half of the money it cost him, if he will be #0 enthusiastic over the methods our tax-spenders adopt? But, then, don’t we have something to show for it? Don't we have the highest paid policemen, firemen, street car men, teachers, garbare collectors, including that whole array of dispensable and indispensable pub- servants of any city of its size? True, if anybody doesn't like Seat tle and its ways, we don't put any obstacles in his path to leave us, And that seems to be just the thing so many are doing, What matters ft if wages are slashed right and left by private tn- dividuals and corporations? What matters it if so many of them have discontinued operations rather than pay wages they couldn't meet? We will continue trying to devise ways and means how to make the task of being governed less burdensome to us. Make your public servants co-op. erate with you in this, and if they don't, fire them as any other employ. er would. So far, there is a great lack of evidence to show that our men and women, paid with the tax- Payers’ money, have much sense of duty and obligation to. the commu nity to be concerned about its growth and welfare. It seems, when we analyze these things, we realize that in spite of our much-boasted efficiency and progres- siveness, we still have to learn some important lessons and have to make | many adjustments in our affairs lo: cally, nationally and internationally before we can attain that, state of happiness, prosperity and harmony which we rightly set as our goal. A. BIENDARA. SCOTT MAKES RETORT Editor The Star; 1 am enclosing a copy of a letter T am sending to County Auditor Ferguson, not that I have any hopes you will publish it, as I judge that tt would not be in line with your policy. Yet I would much like to see it published, for this man Ferguson is certainly a joke, if not something worse, and I think that the people will come to realize it before his administration is over with I see that he denies, in your issue of the 12th, all of the accusations brought against him by myself in my letter of June 6th concerning the voting machine incident, as of course he would, and at the same time bringing into play, as an excuse, the to the taxpayers, His assertion that Mr. not the neces clerical werk is amusing, to say the least. It never would do for a man in his position to tell the truth; it would be altogether too risky. Yours very truly, W. H. SCOTT, 16th Ave. .N. Irving has seatle, wash, Jun 13, 1921 mister fu sun, dear sir: 1 notis yur havin a lot ov trubil tryin tu be auditor; iz king county tu big fur yu, er air yu tu big fur king county? i geass its th later, cuz 1 kno when |i seen yu last, an yu shuk hang with ime an giv me @ nise paternizin smile i thot ov th days when | ust tu se yu sittin at yur desk entertanen every: story what wuldnt du tu print, t ust old dodge of economy as an appeal | ary qualifications for | jtu think yu waz just a common |scrub, but when { seen yu elected | tu be auditor an aul sweld up lik yu |waz a toad, ful of bugs, which he had a potater patch aul tu himself, 4 thot, wel i wuz mistaken after aul; an then | remember that yu waz a |decendent ov th anshunt sheep. hurder porage eaterz ov the grampin | hills, an ov corse i sed tu miself blud wil tel evry time when yu lift a man out ov obscurity, but its tu bad |that a grate man lik yu with a redy smil an « de-natured alkahol dis- posishun shud be subjected tu crit- isizum an sensure bi them what dont japreciate gratnes an distinkshun, y il bet if yu waz tu go tu wun ov them claravoyant spirit medems thay wuld tel you that tha cud se a brilunt halo around yur hed any time, an ma be thad be so tuk up with yu that thad tel yur fortshun fur noth- jing an be glad ov th chanst; | kno enuf about astrolegy miself tu. se that tharz goin tu be a lot ov sun spots on yur “giver ov lif,” as the bookz sa, in 1923, i kin also se saturn progressin tu a juxtaposition of th dragunz tale, which dont reed sorro an disapointment tu them ov jgrate pretenshunz in hi plases, it jdont look lik yu waz goin tu be jauditer no moar after this here |alwuz haz there reward, an so when |yu pass on tu the uther relm we wil erect a monument ovre yur re- maing with th inseripshun, here lize th body ov a mity wunder, when th in other hospitals more remote froin ,bUdY that cum along with th latest |lord let im di he commited a blunder, yurz truly, BILZ KOT. THE WOES OF A BERRY RAISER Hditor The Star: 1 have before me a Star which contains W. K. Me: Leod’s letter from Bremerton, accus: ing the strawberry growers of sell ing boxes Under size. If he would take the trouble to look on the end of every crate of berries he will see that printed there he will find “This box contains 24 dry pints"—and he admits that is what be gets. You jcan't expect to get a quart of ber ries In a pint box. And now we are |getting $1.50 a crate, less than 10 jeents a box, and by the time we pay jour pickers about 1% or 2 cents a [pound for picking, what have we left? If you think it is @ snap, just try it, Yours truly, A STRAWBERRY GROWER, like no rowmane fur yu, cuz it meenz} jdragunz tale insedent,-but th grate | (Copyright, Hodder & Stoughton) ved Krom Vest rked hin wide fumbled in y) slouch hat hig pocket to one side. vin he eald, “With a a handful of loone an you tell me," quaint Canadian emphasix last word. “Can you tell many of these are bad?” The shortsighted clerk eared, He thrust a plump white hand beneath the brass rail of the grille and drew the notes and coin toward him, He rutinized them carefully for a mo- ment, then he gathered them up and walked away thru a door behind him. me how He wag quite unconscious of the cu rious eyes turned in bis direction, After some moments the bald head clerk returned, He looked at Ferrier more interested than before. Ho laid the coins and notes down on the counter, “Both the notes are spurious, sir and that is the only genuine coin.” He pushed something toward Fer rier—it was a solitary half-sovereign. . oe . . Ferrier walked back blindly thru the hot sunshine, his eyes gleaming like fire in his white face. Had Hastings or either of his confreres turned the corner of the street at that moment they would have read murder in Ferrier's eyes. But it was someone very differ. ent whom he met. He swung round the cliff path to encounter Joan! She was walking slowly, with weary dragging steps, the bright sunlight poured down on her uncovered head, her slender fingers nervously pulling to pieces a white, rose tucked into her belt, . Ferrier stopped short with a sense of baffled rage. Why was it that this girl always crossed his path at the very moment when he had sworn to hesitate no longer? It was as if a child laughingly laid hindering fingers upon a murderer's hand. She looked up at him silently, the faintest flush on her pale face, The rose petals fell in a shower to the narrow path at her feet. “I thought you were ill," said Fer. rier abruptly. “The maid told mé you were ill,” he added. “I had @ headache.” There was a touch of hauteur tn her yoice, She raised ber head an inch or two defiantly. “You—you don’t look very yourself.” she added slowly. Ferrier bit his lip. “I am quite well,” he sald shortly. He stood barring her way, his hands thrust deep in his pockets. He towered above her. “Mr. Ferrier’ he spoke his name nervously—"“why did you ignore what I asked you last night?” “What @id you ask me?" His voice waa willfully blunt and tncom- prehensive, his eyes hard and un- yielding. “1 asked you not to play baccarat.” She spoke clearly. “I thought you would do as I asked you.” He half smiled. “Why should I? I am no child that I am unable to look after my- seit.” “I know, but-——” She broke off She cast a quick, frightened glance round her as if dreading that the very trees and the sea had ears, “But what?” said Ferrier. But Joan only stood dumbly be fore him, her restless fingers twist- ing the lace of her blouse, her red lips close-folded like the petals ofa flower. And the old haunting doubt came surging back to the man who watched her—the bitter resentment —the conviction that she was false as she was fair, The words of her song might have been written about her— “Trust her not, she ts fooling thee!” Joan looked up suddenly, It was as if she read the thought in Fer- rier’s mind “You will not play tonight? Prom- ise mo—promise me you will not play tonight.” well Her eyes were pleading. He met their sweetness stonily, “No,” he said slowly. “No, I shall not play tonight.” The color rushed to her face, a sudden suffuse her. of utter relief. “Lot us go back home,” she said Ferrier walked beside her down the cliff path to the cottage. The: man Major lay in a hammock in the little front garden, smoking a cigar, a yellow backed novel fallen to the grass be- side him. He greeted Joan and Fer- rier with a lazy “Hullo.” She gave a deep sigh jed down laughingly at his handsome face. “I thought you were ill,” said Major. He sat up and looked at her suspiciously, and then at Richard Ferrier, who stood indifferently in the background, “Who's been curing you, eh?” “Headaches don't last forever,” said Joan lightly, ‘“They———" She broke off as Hastings came from the house. She glanced nervously at Ferrier, Hastings was twirling his eyeglass, He looked smiling and | benign, and he put an arm about his sister's shoulder, “Better, little girl?” “Yes, thank you.” Ferrier noticed that she moved lrestlessly beneath the touch of her ‘brother's arm—how her whole slen- der body seemed to stiffen, Hastings yawned. “What a long day! I'm quite look jing forward to the evening and an- other little game of baccarat, eh?” he pointedly addressed Ferrier, Ferrier looked at Joan, Her face | Was as white as her frock, her eyes met his piteously. | “Unfortunately,” he said deliber- ately, “as I was just telling Miss Hastings, I shan't be able to play \tonight. I've got to run up to Lon- don on business.” CHAPTER X. Many times afterwards Richard Ferrier laughed to himself, recalling the consternation his calm announce- ment brought to the faces of the two! men. If he had thrown a bombshell into the midst of the sunny garden, their change of expression could not have been greater, Hastings han, shoulder. fell from Joan's P the} look of gladness seemed to, on his back | Joan stopped beside him and look-| “THE UPHILL ROAD” By RUBY M. AYRES cont; an ugly Igok erept around his thin mouth. Major threw his long legs over the and pulled out some bank notes and|*!de of the hammock; his handsome eyes were very alert; he looked al most like some lithe tiger ready to spring. It was he who found his voice first “Oh, 1 may, how rotten! Hang business on a day like this, Wire, and put the Johnnie off, whoever he ie—it can't be #o very pressing.” “I'm afraid it is." Wor the first time Richard Ferrier felt master of the situation. The laugh was on his side now. He smiled tolerantly down on his companion’s dismay Ferrier waited patiently. One or| “Even lazy men like myself have two customers coming in and out| business calls occasionally,” he went eyed him interestedly; he made every|on leisurely. “But this won't take other man who passed him look] long—a few hours. I can get back small and insignificant. As he wait-| tornorrow—if I may leave my bag ed, he whistled a snatch of song.| here.” Ay dear fellow"—Hustings screw. ed the monocle into place again, and clapped Ferrier on the back cordially “if you may! What a question. Your home is here for as long as you please--for dear old Micky's sake, if it were not for your own— eh, Joan?” The girl started, She seemed to have fallen into a reverie and she stood white and silent between the two men “Oh, yes,” she echoed with a little high-pitched laugh. “For dear old Micky's sake, if not your own.” Major got down from the ham- mock and picked up the fallen book. He relit hig cigar and smiled amiably round at everybody “Tell you what,” he said, as if with sudden inspiration. “I'll run up to town with you, Ferrier, if you like. You can go and do the business and meet me later, and we'll come back tomorrow together, eh?” Jo," the word came sharply from Joan's lips. All there men turned and looked at her. She stood with one hand pressed to her lips with an almost school girlish act of repression. The hot color had rushed to her face, she laughed almost hysterically “Don't stare at me like that,” she said shrilly, “Can't I say anything without being stared at as if I were mad? Let Mr. Ferrier go alone. Why should we lose both our guests. Don’t you go, Teddy. Stay down here with me. I can't stay in this dull place without someone.” She moved over to Major. She slipped a hand under his arm, rais- ing her face to his coaxingly. Ferrier, watching, saw the sudden look of passion which Major flashed down at her, saw the eager way his hand covered hers as it lay on his sleeve, and for an instant everything went red to his eyes. He hardly heard Hastings’ eager voice talking of trains, and an early lunch. He an- swered at random, he had eyes and ears only for the man and girl before him. “I really ought to go, you know,” Major was saying doubtfully. He seemer torn between the desire to stay and the wish to go. He pulled his mustache with his free hand still looking down at the girl. Pres- ently they moved away together, Major's dark head bent over Joan's fair one Ferrier listened passively a Hastings ordered lunch at once, telephoned for a trap to take them to the station. “T can walk,” Ferrier objected im- patiently. But Hastings would not hear of it; he overdid the hospitality in his eagerness. ‘With the luncheon gong, Joan and Major came in from the garden, Joan was talking and laughing. She avoided looking at Ferrier. “lm coming up with you after all,” said Major, helping himself to claret. “I really ought to go, and I can't always have the pleasure of your company.” “You're most ungallant,” Joan de- clared pouting. “After I asked you to stay, too?” She devoted herself to Major during the whole meal. She teaséd him amd flirted with him out- rageously.’ Ferrier longed to spring up and send the table, with its dainty glass and silver, crashing over. As soon as he could, he escaped upstairs. He sat down dazedly on the side of the bed. What foolery had made him say he had business in town? He had none—he knew no one there but the other Ralph Hastings, and how could he walk into his diggings, unasked, after the way he had received him at the hotel, and with Major for com pany? Ferrier cursed himself as he thought of it, and of the way Joan had deliberately flirted with the man. He went downstairs again slowly, and across the carpeted hall to the dining room. Major and Joan stood in the window—the man’s arm light- ly encircled the slim white-robed fig- ure. Ferrier stopped dead. Major was speaking quickly, in an impas- sioned voice “Kiss me, Joan! stay—just once!” Joan's head was averted, shyly, it seemed to the man in the doorway. He could not see the white loathing which convulsed her features, Then Major raised her head forcibly. Fer- rier turned blindly away; he felt physically sick. Hastings called to Major at that moment, and Joan was left alone in the dining room. Ferrier went into her again, “I will say goodby, Miss Has- tings.” She looked around at him. There were tears in her eyes, her breath came quickly as if she had been frightened, She shivered, meeting the hard condemnation of his eyes. “Goodby,” she said tonelessly. Nei- their held a hand to the other, Ferrier walked to the door; as he opened it she rushed across the Kiss me, and I'll room after him, and caught his arm } in her eager hands, “Oh, come back soon—come back soon,” she said in a sobbing whisper, CHAPTER XI. Richard Ferrier and Major travel ed to London together from East- sea. To the very last moment Major seemed uncertain whether he should go or not. He stayed on the plat- form till the train had begun to move. rier had the impression that, had it not been for the pres- ence of Ralph Hastings, he would even then have turned back. ‘They had a first-class carriage to themselves; they sat in opposite cor- ners, and talked but little, Ferrier looked out of the window Hig monocle dropped with | at the flying landscape, and thought Bedro-Woolley, a tinkle, to dangle against his waist-|of Joan—the way she had rushed | ange > ¥ bees him across the room, the be ceching clasp of her hands on his, the words whe had spoken. He moved restlessly, he hated the nar- row confines of the carriage. He would like to have got out and gone | for a long tramp. By no other way could he have rid himself of the overwhelming sense of depression \ that had him in its clutches Major met his eyes length of the carriage. “Poor little Joan didn’t ike our running away,” he said, emiling, and showing his white teeth. “She will i dull down there, Between you and me and the doorpost, she doesn’t get on so very well with our friend > 4 Ralph!” ndeed! I thought they seemed | right enough.” Ferrier spoke blunt- jl¥; he resented this man's confi |dence. He could find it in his hei |10 admire a rogue who was loyal to his brother rogues, but one who | Was inclined to give hie friends away but cutting across the be j left him with no feeling contempt. | “Ah, yes; that's Joan’ She's a wonderful actre cleverness, . that wom: You'd be surprised if you knew 8 well as I do.” p Should I | “She's had @ rotten life of it, poor kid. I'd give something to be able to marry her, and take her out of it.” | “Well, why not?" Fertier asked his question coolly; no muscle quiv- ered as he turned his head and look- ed at his companion. Major shrugged his shoulders. “A wife is an expensive luxury, Joan's been used to the best, and T'm not blessed with wealth. When, | they lived in High Chimneys——" ‘ He broke off, shrugging his shoul- ders expressively, “Yes,” said Ferrier. “When they | lived at High Chimneys?” “You ought to have seen the place,” said Major with a sudden burst of enthusiasm. “Fishing, boat- ing, bunting—it was a bad job for them when the money gave out, They're quite comfortably off now, course, but nothing like what they were when I first knew them.” “Is that so?” Ferrier was politely interested » His face was a little pale, but it wotfld have been impossible to have judged from his expression the re straint he was putting upon him- self. “You spoke of Miss Hastings hav- ing a hard life of it,” he said pres ently. “May I ask in what way?” Major pursed his lips; he pulled at bis mustache. “Oh, the usual thing—there was a love affair. I thought you might have heard—it was your friend Micky. Hastings wouldn't hear of it, Little Joan was very upset, but I think it was wise. Micky was a good chap, but he had no money, and when he had, he couldn't keep it.” He smiled slightly, as if at. some pleasant recollection. Ferrier nearly choked with anger. He guessed that Major was thinking of @ time when they had Micky in the toils. Ferrier relapsed into silence, and Major took up @ paper. The train! last | sped on tcward London, the high, unlovely embankment stretch- | | Y IR 4 glimpse of the sea had vanished. little white cottage on the cliff over- looking the sea. Gradually a monot- onous ring seemed to weave itself into the racing clitclatter; it seemed to shape into words that rang in his head mechanically. He found himself echoing them with his lips— “Come back soon! Come back ‘soon!*™ They were the words Joan had’ said to him. He leaned back, closing his eyes. Presently he slept, The hot after. noon sun streamed thru the biind- less window on his tanned face and strong figure, Across the carriage 7 the man Major watched him with a » half smile. Presently he moved cautiously along the seat toward him, an inch at a time, making no noise, _ pausing every now and then to lis ten to Ferrier’s deep breathing. ‘ Once Ferrier flung himself for- ward restlessly, as if in his sleep he were grappling with an imaginary foe. Now and again mutter angrily—presently a single word fell audibly into the silence, “Joan!” Major sat very still—his smile grew ugly. “The weak link in the chain™ He half spoke the words to himself. He | shrugged his hroulders and moved on | another cautious inch. Ferrier slept as a tired man sleeps, head sunk forward on his great (Continued on Page 9) | X 4 ) 4 y OUR SPECIALTY oe SEE OUR SPECIAL $5 Glasses Free Examination GLOBE OPTICAL Co. 1514 WESTLAKE AVE. Between Pike and Pine Sts. REV. M. A. 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