The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 22, 1921, Page 6

OE HES BE BS Set habe iain alti ohn ooh Eee Me Sat 3 The 95.00, tm the state of Washington. Outside of the " $4.50 for € montha or $9.00 per year. By carrier, city, 6c @ month Steen iy Nua Hipp} Seattle Star r, B00 per month; ¥ montha, $1.60; @ months $1.75; year, $00 per month, a KLE NG BOARD 3 ‘It is costing the taxpayers of America ONE THOUSAND, EIGHTY SEVEN DOL- : tS, FOUR CENTS A MINUTE to maintain an “American Merchant Marine”—on mudflats! ' It cost these same taxpayers FOUR BILLIONS of dollars to build a fleet of ships, ily for war purposes, secondarily for an American merchant marine. Today great fleets of these ships are opening their seams and rusting out their on mudflats at Benecia, California; in Lake Union at Seattle, in the marshes at Ns Point, Long Island Sound, and on the murky bosom of Chesapeake Bay at "In two years it has cost the taxpayers of the United States ONE BILLION, TWO UNDRED FORTY-EIGHT MILLION DOLLARS to support this fleet of ships—most & in idleness—and, as yet, no one knows how much more in operating losses, bills, ete., for those operated. And the loss goes on at the rate of $624,000,000 than half a billion dollars. i ships are laid up; export business fs shrinking to 2 shadow of {ts previous pro- will get better.” And while are waiting and hoping, and rust and rot go on, it is fing the American people $1,- 64 a minute—$71,222.60 an hours a day, and has for more than two years—and merchant martne lies rusting rotting on the mudflats, ch figures daze the human They m nothing but a of ciphers. But translated into we can understand here is they mean—these figures of so staggering. || Whe corporation which paid $75, income tax last year paid for ig this fleet on the mudflats slightly longer than ONE its money was gone, ‘The business man who paid $1, 4 income tax last year paid for i this fleet on the mudflats for LESS THAN ONE MINUTE— end his money was spent. | The laborer, trudging to work the mists of the carly morn, whe paid $40 income tax last year, paid for keeping this fect en the mudflats for TWO SCEONDS— and his money was gona A continuous expense, Gay and might for a merchant marine mar Feeding Oar Children We know how to fred our stock, but when It comes to feed fing our children many of us are miserable failures. Fred S. Stimson has dene a fine thing im furnishing quarters on his estate for treatment of under- weight youngsters this summer, He will, in addition, furnish from his Hollywood farm all dairy products necessary to bring these children up to standard and te full health, “ Handreds of thousands of chil @ren in the United States are suf- fering from malnutrition and they do not all come from families of the poor, by any means. Malnutrition does not necessary mean lack of nutrition so much as if means improper nutrition. ‘Thus, many who are encouraged by indulgent but mistaken parents to stuff themselves with rich foods are underweight and backward The reason is that they are filling their systems with food which does not nourish, ‘The “reclaiming” of undernour- fished children has developed into @ science taught to university students. They will watch the de velopment of the 40 kiddies who are to be selected this summer to partake of Mr. Stimson’s hospital ity. Butter, fresh from the churn, and quantities of fresh milk and eggs will be the foundation of the diet, There will be no candy, prob- ably, and little cake, Sounds simple, doedh’t it? Have you a liitle fairy in your home? ‘Try it on hhm—or hert Tacoma isn’t the only city, tt would seem, whose leaders are sometimes claimed by neighbor cities, or s0 assigned by outsiders. The Star to~ day has a letter from @ Hoquiam man protesting because Governor Hart enumerated Alex Polson, just eppointed to the taxation commis- sion, as from Aberdeon. “His mills are here, his home is here and the new Polson block is here and Ho~ quiam is the headquarters for all the Polson Logging & Lumbering Co.'s operations,” writes our ine Jormant. The governor stands cor~ rected. Movies are to be shown tn the Bhakespeare Memorial theatre at Btratford-on-Avon. Shades of Julius Caesar—or Charlie Chaplin? Members of the National Woman’s party will feed congressmen. Hop- ing, no doubt, to jam their measures thre. Germans are getting tired of movies. No wonder. All during the kaiser’s reign they had a diim before their eyo, eoned on the mudflats, of $13.73 A SEOCOND— every tick of the The salary of Warren S. Stone, President of the Brotherhood of Locomotive Engineers, hag been raised to $25,000 per year. This means that labor ts be sinning to see the value of man agement to the extent of re warding it Under Stone’s Iradership his or- ganization has built one of the finest office structures in Cleve land, on land purchased from one ef the largest employers of its membership, the New York Cen- tral railroad, and in which the same railroad is its largest in- reat ea, The rhood has recently acquired another site for the pur Pose of erecting at once a 20- story office structure. It has also recently opened = cooperative national bank in Cleveland, which has grown in resources from $620,000 to $7,824, 000 in just seven months, These and many other enter. Prises for the prosperity of the body and the economy of the in- dividual members have been con ceived and put thru by President Stone, And all of them are the re sults of management, Ability seeks its reward just as water secks its level And the reward that it seeks is material, * There is just one way for labor to develop ability within its own ranks, and that is by materially rewarding it, ‘ The best money a labor organt- ration can spend, the best invest- ment each individual member can make, is in honest, capable, con- servative management. ee Admiral Bims appears to be re- markably like the famous British edmiral, the late Lord Charles Beresford, whe was famous for his indiscretions. Following one of Lord Beresford's outbursts, Win- ston Churchil& then first lord of the admiralty, said in the house of commons: “The gallant admiral is @ person who when he gets up to speak, does not know what he is voing to say. While he is speaking he does not know what he is say- ing. When he sits down he docs not know what he has said.” Apparently the only group that has no lobby at congress ts the pub- ve, The brightest boy in school may not turn out best, but he has a fly- ing start, Judging from repeated price @rops, Ford is the new price level. How long since you've seen @ $5 gold piccef THE SEATT a Wimeineri ti ne na aE CN A AM ER A ERG AE ORRIN RB LE STAR USIC & Darton You sang a Mttle song, Just a silly little song, Just a pretty little ditty With a lot of pit and “go But it made my pulses dance To the rhythm of romance; | And it gave to life « shimmer And a glimmer And a glow; And I walk my way asinging Since that time you came along With your silly little, Merry Uttle, Thrilly Uttle songt Editor The Star: Is ft not Just as jeusy to examine @ boy at atx years old, when he is ready to enter the |public school and tell of his mental deficiency as tt is to examine bim when 19 years old, when he is about to enter the pen for murder? | Why not line them all up at etx years old and classify them #0 the public will at least be warned—some of them might be sent to an asylum instead of the public schoola, | Why not establish by law that all mentally defective shall be sterilized as well 4s all persons found guilty of a felony? This would end the breed and as a curative measure; would go a long way toward caus ing some men and women to hesl- You mang a fttle song, Just a tender little song, Just a tingly little, jingly Uttle Joyous little lay; But it put my gloom to Might, And it filled my eyes with light, And my troubles Were but bubbles That are wafted af away; Oh, my blood’s a quicker ichor And my epirit's glad and strong With the magic of that thrilly little, Silly little song! (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) LETTERS TO EDITOR Would Sterilize the Unfit away, a thoughtless simpleton and murderer goes freo— marries, and brings more simpletons and murderers into the world. We should not forget the Juke case, where with a simpleton for a father and a fool for a mother, aix girls have produced 1,200 of the same kind, who in the Inst 200 years have served 2,200 years in the state penal institutions of New York and cost the state over $100,000. And the end is not in eight’ They increase like the Canada thistle and grow worse as the years go by. Sterilization ts the only remedy. It has served the stock grower and will help put the human race back where it should pe, At the present tate about committing crimes, ‘The trouble about a life term ts ft does not mean life. After a few! years along comes someone with a pardon and when all the circum:| stances of the murder have fadedmortals be! rate of increase in erime, and weak minded, the people outside the penal institutions and asylums will not be able to pay sufficient taxes to sup port those inside. Oh, what fools we oO, L. MILLER, Urges Deportation of Aliens Editor The Star: I was always un der the Impression that when an alien commits a crime against this nation, he was liable to deportation to the Innd whence he came, for if he cannot learn to obey the laws, he is not needed here, and especially did I hold to the opinion that the unassim- Hable alten, such am the Jap and Chi- BY DR. WILLIAM E. BARTON Golf is a fascinating game It affords exercise, and beside that is a cheerful subject of convermtion. People who are addicted to it and who really care for it, are not easily dissuaded from the regular employ. ment of their powers of intellect and language in its pursuit. When we read of a golf course that has shut off some portion of the links from the players, we as sume that repairs are under way, or that flood or storm have temporarily put that part of the course out of commission. The English sparrow is not a fn vorite among the birds. I do not remember to have heard any one speak well of the sparrow. And yet, about a month age, I read in the daily press that a certain golf club had deliberately abandoned one of its 18 holes to permit an Engtish sparrow to finish the busl-| ness of hatching some ecg» which she had laid in @ newt built in the 17th hole, Of course, the old-fashioned and maybe sensible thing to do would be} ———— HEROIC CAPTAIN I want to tell you about C, Ts Mo Nabb. He was one of five men who volunteered to take a treatment of serum to see if the effect of influ- enza might not be alleviated there by. They injected it into five men, into their «Pinal cords. In leas than / 20 days two of the five were dead and the other three are permanently paralyzed, and McNabb from his | waist down is paralyzed, yet today he is as cheerful and as true and as genuine an American as ever lived. —Rep. McSwain (D.) 8. Car, eee THEN FAMILIARITY DOESN'T Upon this floor frien@ship looms large. Members learn to know the worth of their fellows and to hold them in highest esteem. Repre sentative French (R.), Idaho. eee THE REAL TEST OF SINCERITY I hear members on the floor of the house saying that certain al-| and that disability is too much; that | the money given them by way of | compensation and insurance is more | than they should have. But | would ask any of them who make these | criticisms if they would be deprived | of even one of their fingers for one hundred times the compensation al lowed any of the boys?—Representa tive Bixler (R.), Pa, eee A HUGHES HANDICAP Tt is hard to make me believe that Mr. Secretary Hughes is lacking in ability to deal with the big things of the world, even tho he be handi capped by a Harvey and perhaps humiliated by a Sints.—Representa- uve Garrett (D.), Tennessee, unlawful activities, Since they are committing a crime against the na- tion's laws, are they not subject to deportation? Who is satisfied to see these culprits turned 1008e to renew the crime of polsoning our children. and undermining our morals and teaching us to break our laws? Tt makes one’s blood boll with an ger to read of the doings of the big rings and the risks one takes to show them up, yet they are continually on the job. When I read of the Japs captured 1 the house on 224 ave, with one of the largest stills ever I made up my mind to wait 107 First Ave. lesa, But the members of that golf club id nothing of the kind. They simply abandoned the 17th hole till the mother bird got thru. By this time she probably bas done her work, and the birds are out of the way, and the golf club has returned to nor- malcy. But the members of that club are gentlemen, and I like them. I wish the English sparrow had never come to our shores; but if it Were put up to me as a member of a golf club to choose whether to omit one hole from the game for a few weeks, or break up a sparrows nest, I should do just what those other gentlemen have dona Two were gold for a farthing 1900 years ago, but they were too valuable to be treated ruth- leasly, I should Tike to meet the members of that club at the 19th hole, and drink their health in lemonade or iced tea. REMARKABLE REMARKS ‘The great business of the college is to inspire ideals and to inspire confidence tn ideals—Dr. A. B. Storms, president, Baldwin-Wallace college. eee ‘The Mexican people are looking to the United States with good will and friendliness for the aid their country needa.—Prigndier General Alfred Cecil Critchley, Canadian army. lowances given the boys for this |f, Repeatin’ a thing don’t make it true, but it does make a lot o’ people believe It, Terbaccer is th’ poor man's disinfectant, pardon him and the weak-minded, WEDNESDAY, JUNE 22, 1921. “THE UPHILL ROAD” upright, Heéder & Mourhten) (Continned From Yesterday) “That's Just the sort of thing my boy would have done,” she said trem- ulously. “Alway# so kind-hearted.” She stroked the head of the thin! cat; it was looking about it with seared, frightened eyes. “What am 1 to do with It? asked Ferrier awkwardly, “We do want another cat tn the| kitchen,” said jingly. “It here, ir.” Ferrier put ft into her arma. “Tell them to be kind to it,” he said “Can I have some breakfast, or in it too early?” “You shall have some at once, air.” Ferrier walked tnto the dining room. Hits head ached furiously, He shivered as he mat there tn the de serted room, When his breakfast was brought he had no petite for it, bat he drank three cups of strong tea. Presently he tmnqutred which was Major’s room. He sent a card up to him. The reply came back that Mr. Major would be down in ten min utes. Fefrter wandereé up and down the room. He was conscious of @ desire to get Major out of London. He the woman hesitat you'd like to leave it dreaded that Hastings should meet | him again, and yet he could not make up his.mind whether or not to |go back to Kastsen. He was in a |state of miserable indecision. He hated Major, and yet he Hlonged to see Joan. It seemed a life- |time #ince he had left her. He could not bear to think of her, unprotected ‘ax she was, He wondered miserably how much jtruth there waa in the story young |Hastingn had told him He gritted his teeth and swore that there was none, but then, when Major came |into the room, smiling and immacu late, Ferrier’s heart slowed to a sickening pulse of suspicion. Major was undeniably a handsome fellow; a woman might find him attractive; there was torture in the | thought | “Karly bird as,ever,” said Major. |“Couldn't you sleep? Where's your |friend—nice chap—ch?” “Yes.” “Had your breakfast, toot™ Major glanced at the table rather suspl- ciously, “What's the program?” he asked. Ferrier did not answer for a mo- ment. | There ts ne stronger passion tn life than a man's love for a woman, jand Ferrier answered the voice in his heart that was Joan's voice. “I've had enough of London,” he said. His eyes met those of Edward Major unflinchingly, “I'm going back to Eastsea.” CHAPTER XITL ‘There was unfeigned defight fi Majors dark face; he echoed Fer- rier’s halting words eagerly. “Back to Eastsea morning?” He laid an almost affec- tionate hand on Ferrier’s arm. “My dear boy, only too delighted Lon- don’s impossible this weather, I'll look up a train at once.” He called to a waiter for a Brad shaw; he handed his cigaret-case to Ferrier. He looked as pleased as if |some one had unexpectedly presented jhim with a fortune. “They'll be delighted down at the cotiage,” he went on. “I'll just send them a wire. Bennett must stay on —we'll make a night of it, eh? I told Hastings you—" He broke off, and forced a rather wneasy laugh. “I bet old Ralph that you'd soon be fed- up with town,” he added quickly. He took the Bradshaw from the waiter, and flicked over the pages quickly; there was a suppressed ex- citement about him. Ferrier stood, hands in pockets, smoking his cig- aret, watching him with steely eyes. “There's a train at 10:45; we can just cateb it.” Major glanced at bis watch. “Get me some breakfast, waiter—no, toast and coffce will do. You'N join me, Ferrier?” bt I've had mine, thanks.” Ferrier sauntered over to the mantelshelf, and stared at a ship- ping calendar standing there; once or twice he glanced at Major thru the mirror above the shelf. Major sat down to his toast and coffee whistling. , “By the way,” he said, as he but- tered a slice, “how about that friend of yours we met last night? Won't you have to go and tell him we've decided to go back?" “He knows.” “ohnr The eyes of the two men met in the mirror; Major laughed. “He was very gone on that little dancer at the Frivolity, eh?” eyes.” . “Great pity! Thoge sort of wom jen are no good to a young fellow like that Pretty and taking, I grant— but as wives!” he shrugged his shoulders. “Yes,” said Ferrier slowly. “As wives one would feel rather sorry for them, I should think.” i “Sorry? For them? For the hus- bands, you mean!” “why?” “Oh, well, they never settle down; they can’t live without excitgment —the call of the footlights, you know.” “Humph® Ferrier turned, leaning his square shoulders against the marble mantelshelf. “I don't pro- fess to understand women,” he said casually, “Lucky man.” Major sugared his coffee with the air of a man who makes a study of what he eats and drinks, “I've met all sorts myself but I must say that/of the whole lot there is not one to hold a candle to our little Joan—bdless her!” He raised his cup as if giving a toast. Ferrier’s eyes never left his face. A scheme had been slowly growing and maturing in his brain as he stood watching his companion's face in the glass. “By the way,” he said suddenly, “I don’t know if it’s a presumption on my part, but do you think Hast- ings would have any objection to my friend dropping down to Eastsea for a couple of days later on? He's quite a sport—plays cards and all that, 1 thought I'd mention it to you first. Say so if you think it won't do to ask.” “My dear chap, Ralph keeps open house, and I am sure that any friend of yours—. Why not ask him to come along with us today?” “No, he couldn't do that. He's busy, but later on I'm sure he'd be delighted.” “Good; weNl fix ft up IT Iked him, By the way, what was his name? I've an awful memory for ee forget @ face, but names—" he laughed. Ferrier flushed dully. He could have bitten his tongue out with vexation, For the moment he, too, had forgotten what name he had given to young Hastings when he |introduced him to Major. He dropped his cigaret and stooped after it, while he racked bis brains for the name. Suddenly he remem. bered it. “Hibbert,” he mid “Yea, quite a good chap.” Major left the table, He lit an he’s one for more than a few minutes at a time, “Well, we'll have the bill, and be off, eh? I'll send a wire to Joan.” He sauntered from the room, hum- ming gaily under his breath. Ferrier had not moved from where he stood. see Major at the desk in the ball, writing; presently he moved away out of sight. Ferrier threw his half-smoked cigaret into the empty grate and stretched his big limba, Some one entered the room. Fer. rier rouned himself hastily, thinking it might be Major, but it was the waiter. “Please, etr, there is a lady—" he broke off. “I beg pardon, atr, I thought you was the other gentle man, There's a lady to see the other gentleman, sir.” “Oh, well, he'll be back fn a mo. ment; you'd better ask her in to wait.” He stopped as a girlish fig- ure pushed open the door and en. tered. She wore a large hat and a black veil, which she flung back nervously; she made an eager step forward, then— “Oh!” she said with a Iftle fright- [ened’ catch in her votes. “I thought you were—thought you were—” Ferrier stood up straight, There Was a curious gleam in bis eyes. The girl was Kitty Inglis, the dancer from the Frivolity, She was very white, in spite of the rouge and powder which disfig* ured her pert face; there were dark lines of tears or sleeplessness be- neath her eyes, The waiter looked at her curiously as he creaked from the room in shabby shoes, Ferrier drew forward a chair, “Won't you sit down?. Major will be back directly. He's only gone to send a wire, Ah, there he is!” Major came into the room briskty. He wore a smart, light overcoat, with a flower in the buttonhole, “I've setued up,” he said. “There's ®@ taxicab at the door: we've just time—” He broke off, staring at the girl who had risen from the chair and was looking at him with wide, piteous eyes, He turned white even to the lips: his eyes took an ugly expression. The irl spoke first—timidly—tal- teringly. “Edward, }—I—* she broke down, bursting into tears, Major turned to Ferrter. “Will you leave us together? I— this—I'm very sorry. It’s a most unfortunate busineas—" He spoke between his teeth, Ferrier left the room without @ word, without a glance at the sobbing girt He went out into the hall The stout managereas eyed him uneasily from the small office. The door stood open, and he Walked towards it laconically, “How's the cat™ he-asked He spoke for the sake of something to say. His words sounded vague. The woman looked pleased. She smiled nervously. “Quite at home, sir; she was sit- Ung by the fire just now, poor I'm always sorry for stray Ferrier looked around the room. Unconsciousty, his ears were strain- ing to hear what was going on across the hall, but the door was closed now; he could only bitterly cormjecture what treatment the poor little dancer was receiving at the hands of the man who had broken his marriage vows almost as soon as be had made them. :) “Are you leaving us today, sir?” asked the woman hesitatingly. “Yes. It's too hot in London. I like some air—-we're going down to the sea. 1 only came up 6n busi- ness," “Yes, sir.” Her eyes asked a question she did not like to voice, but Ferrier would not see it. His glance had fallen on the grinning demon who held the calendar on a pitchfork: it took him back to that morning when his dream-castie had been brought crashing about his ears. What a ifetime ago it seemed! He wondered what Major had said in his wire to the cottage, He won- dered how Joan would receive the news of his return—it she would be glad. His pulses raced at the thought of seeing her again, even while he despised himseif because his anger and resentment against her never lasted for long. She might be all that circumstances declared her to be, she might be even worse, and yet he loved her—his blood turned to fire at the thought of her—sweet, dainty, lovable—playing thr decoy to coax money from the pockets of in- fatuated fools, laughing her merry laugh, singing her airy songs He brought his clenched fist down on the high desk against which he stood with sudden despair; the stout man- ageress started with a scream from her ledgers, “Oh, sir! Ferrier smiled grimly. “Sorry, I was thinking.” He turned sharply as the door of the room across the hall opened and Kitty Inglis came out. She walked slowly. Her little feet in their absurd high-heeled shoes seemed to drag as if they were very weary, her face, shaded by its big hat, was downbent; but Ferrier saw it—the hopeless despair in the merry eyes—the white misery of the child mouth. He longed to go forward and ask it he Id not help her—she looked so youfg and lonely; but across the hall, thru the open doorway, he could see Major watching, and the little lonely figure passed on and out thru the heavy swing-doors and was lost to view, CHAPTER XIV. Major attempted no exptanation until they were in the speeding taxi- cab. There was a look of concentrated rage and mortification abot him. He sat beside Ferrier, his hands clasped together so that the knuckles stood out hard and white, his dark brows sullen, Ferrier asked no questions, and it, other cigaret; be was hardly without | Thru the glass he could) By RUBY M. AYRES was not until they peared the sta jtion that Major spoke. | “I owe you an apology. It's dif- ficult to explain. 1 ought to have | told you before; but I never dreamed she would turn up and worry me. That girl—you recognized her, of [ course—she danced at the Frivolity t night. I knew her years ago.” fhe words came with a sort of snart. “But she evidently remembers me well enough. It upset her last night when we went into her dressing: room. I should never bave gone if I had suspected—you know what these little affairs are. I was not serious; she, apparently, was. That is all! I am sorry for your young friend Hibbert; but you see I was right In what I said. A woman of | that clans ts no 00d.” | His voice was brutal. Ferries made no comment; he could not trust, himself. Major laughedgjightly. “I soon let her see Iwas not |be blackmatied,” he said with @ testable inflection. “She was ve subdued when she went away. fancy I've seen the last of her.” He! looked around at Ferrier, his white jteeth gleamed. “Don’t mention ® | to litte Joan," he said. “No.” Major weaned back. 2 “I thought you'd understan?; wi@ oats have an unfortunate habit of cropping up in a man's life. How. ever, as I say, I fancy I've seen the last of her.” “She didn't mention Hibbert?” “Good heavens, no! Poor chagt Think he's serious?” “I should imagine so. “Humph! Weill, hi welcome ts. her.” He laughed again brutally. “Here we are,” he leaned torwi and opened the door. Ferrier out; there was a singing noise in his head. He felt as if all the blood im his body had rushed to his brain, He went to the railway bar and ordered @ neat brandy. He was conscious that Major was eyeing him suspiciously. He, asked him with exaggerated solicitude if he felt iL Ferrier laughed, “I've never had a Gay*s-fliness my life.” ¢ He tossed off the brandy—#? quieted his nerves—and followed Mujor to the train, They had a first-class compart ment to themsely but this time Ferrier sat opposite Major; he kept alert and awake the whole time; it was Major who dozed. Soon Ferrier began to recognize familiar bits of the flying land scape; he felt like a schoolboy going home for long-desired holidays, He wondered if Joan would come to the station, how she would look, if she would be glad to see him. He, remembered the way they had p ed, the stunned wild look to prei Major from going with bim. The racing train seemed to a it seemed an eternity till the ff glimpse of the sea flashed in the light. Ferrier, looking at it, drew deep breath; he let the window and | “Gi 4 leaned out. 6 lad to be back?” asked. There was & sort of jealousy in dark eyes, ain “Yes. Doesnt & ie sR) good after Ferrier’s eyes sparkled; he Grew deep breath, filling his lungs wit! the pure salt air, 4 The train slowed and ateamed into the little station. “Wonder who'll meet: us,” said Major. He stepped out. first and looked up and down the platform, “Nobody,” be said with a wy smile. \ “They may net have get your wire,” said Ferrier. He spoke with an indifference he*was far from | feeling; every second he expected to see Joan's little figure appear. They walked out into the sunny road to gether, “Nobody,” said Major again rum fully. “Shall we have a cab7™ = * “No, let's walk; my legs ere. cramped.” They walked together Gown the winding road. On the cliff-path they; passed the bare-footed boy Peter. H grinned at Ferrier, his white teeth | gleaming against his brown skin. A bend in the road brought them before the cottage; the ba ga | wide were drawn, the windows I expect,” said open. \ ‘They‘re afl baw | Major. He open the gate and walked up the path rather quickly, At sound of their steps on th eh eae Hastings came to the oor, “Hullo, huflloP he said cheerily. “So you've soon come back, like pair of Romesick boys, eh?” He held out a hand to each. “Glad to see you both; we've had a slow time since you went. How did the busi- hess to go on, eh?” he asked Ferfier. Major answered for him. “Oh, that’s all done. We spent the evening with a friend of Fer- rier's last night. Ferrier wants bim to come down one day, I said I was sure you would be pleased, eh?” “Of course, any friend of. yours.” They entered the house together, Did you get my wire asked \ ‘es, two or three hours ago; we had a good laugh over it, Bennett and I. Where is he? I really don't know—wandering round som where.” question eagerly. Hastings answered slowly. “She's been out of sorts since you two left—won't eat." His eyes twinkled. “I don’t know which Lothario it is. She doesn’t know you're coming back! she was out on the sands all the morning, and I didn’t tell her about your wire at lunch. I thought it would be a sur- ~ prise for her, eh?” He laughed, looking at Ferrier. He took them both into the sunny dining room and pressed sherry and biscuits on them. Ferrier felt in a frency of impatience. It was Joan he wanted to see, Joan he wanted to speak to; not these men with their exaggerated hospitality. He had a strange feeling that some crisis lay ~ before him; it filled him with a sort. of nervous apprehension, even while it stimulated, and put him on his guard, Major went off to have a bath: he declared that railway traveling ab ways made him filthy. He grumbled about the carriage in which they had traveled; he said that if he were a rich man he would have his o1 sajoon car, Ferrier listened father diexusted- ly. When the door had closed upon him, Hastings laughed— “Don't notice him—Major always talks rubbish like that.” He refilled on Page f “And Joan™ Major asked the |)