The Seattle Star Newspaper, June 25, 1921, Page 6

montha, 2.00 per year, eattle Star per month: 0; @ months F275) rear, Washington, Outside of U6 etais, 10 per mouth, My carrier, city, bo .8 month Published ‘Th Datty Star that he hasn’t any right Well, well! Look what Joshua Green wants done! Joshua has appealed to the state public works department, which is the successor to the old public service commission, He says the auts buses that operate between Ta- coma and Seattle, and between Seattle and Bellingham, are in unfair competition with even to try it. And who is Joshua? He's the man who owns the steamships. ‘The aute buses have hurt the steamboat business, The buses also have hurt the d and interurban business. Mr. Green opines that fhe interurban ‘interests and the steam lines will join him in asking the state to stop the buses, Likely they willS Can the state stop the auto buses? Perhaps. The last legislature passed a law that aims in that direction, requires a competing common carrier bus line entering a field to get a “certificate of neces- ,” and gives the public works department power to regulate all bus lines, “Maybe the state board can stop the bus operators, Maybe the courts would uphald e board if it did. Maybe not. Probably not. “Anyhow, somebody ought to tell Mr. Greea that the “world do move ane, 1921; that the automobile and the bus line are here to stay; that the airplane we some day will seriously injure the business of the ground traveler. That this is ly a free country; that he can’t make people ride on his boats unless they want to; ; that this is ‘Somebody ought to inform Joshua Green that people buy service just like ham id eggs. If they get the best ham and eggs at the lunch counter, they'll go there fo eaf “em and pass up the old restaurant. If the folks who travel like the buses stter than the steamboats, they'll ride in the buses, AND THEY HAVE A RIGHT AS THEY PLEASE ABOUT IT. wants to.see the boats go out of business. And they won't if they offer ing that the public wants and offer it at the right price. Mr. Green’s boat business isn’t getting along, there's something wrong with the mess or the way it is managed. The fault is not with the people who ride. the folks about your steamboat line, Mr. Green. Teach them to like it. Make ‘so blamed pleasant they won't bother with the buses, if you can. Service, that's SERVICE! | i H in F I E 4 ; 4 f ag ge i att i 8 g f 3 gz + i fs f ? t i F be f i A iv . i I gt sf ? E i FF i ie a ti E& pat iH | i i i E | if ii} t ie i ry i § 8 ! fF wouldn't be worried so th if a vacation were all they going to spend. ‘The nezt war will be in the alr. 4a the present peace. . From the - Congressional - Record ERE THE TROUBLE LIES trouble with the democrats ts they have not had any new since the democratic party formed by Thomas Jefferson. heir wisdom is in the grave— London, (8.), N. ¥. . G FIVE BUSINESS METHODS @ the case of Rudolph Miller, @ Macon, Mo. Rudolph Miller ma first prize butter exhibited at Buffalo ‘exposition. I am told established a creamery at Macon, fn 1900, oF about that date, a cer established a creamery at icothe, about 159 miles away. in 1908 this packer began buying er: fn Miller's territory, paying cents per pound for butter fat, @ so far above the market price ‘Try This on Your Wise Friend The letters aeegghillmnnnoooorrsssstt, if, properly ar- ed will form a popular proverb, i E F | § a ; Fi i i H RE F i 3 i E ; t : ! H H i 283 | i T l i z J | li ! , Ei if i #s fee fig 2% fF uty But In any case the present con- ition of these logged areas strikes the beholder with # poignancy of sickening pity akin to that caused by contact with » mutilated hu man being. But far be tt from ua to comment thereon. Koll your own pun. that Miller could not compete, The company shipped this cream 150 miles, churned it into butter, shipped the butter back to Macon, and sold it for 27% cents per pound. But paying the farmers only 24 cents per pound for butter fat at other stations in that locality, It bas been said that we have a law already.on the books that would Protect Rudolph Miller, or the farm ers, against this unjust discrimina- tie Yes; we have a law against discrimination of this kind, but let me tell you how it works. Miller discovered that law and tried it out on the packer. In 1914 he engaged an attorney and started prosecution. After going thru court for a period of about three years the United States supreme cyurt confirmed a decision convicting the packer and |fining him $5,000, The fine was paid, but the packer continued the [practice of discrimination against Miller as calmly, peacefully and se- |renely as if nothing had ever hap. pened.—Rep, Reck (R.), Wis, What is it? the company made up this lose by |’ Sell it to them, Joshua. Forget the sandbag business; forget your titors; be so much. the best that you can’t help winning. Wham! Not to Say, Whee! Did you hear that? Listen, there it is again! blocking confirmation by the sen ate, Can't you just hear him put ting the proposition up to his cour. teous colleagues: “Say, boys and girls, let's wham Harding.” ; However, there is another rule of the senate that Willis hasn't learned, apparently. That is, the President also is conceded some say concerning appointments in his own state, Willis may get the worst of the fight he has in- vited. StiN, f wil be fun for the look- erson and the listeners-in. A “prominent author” ts the novel- fst who wrote this year's beast selicr. An obscure writer is the novelist who wrote last year’s best seller—| Louisville Courter-Journal. Thoro's many @ question of the day That gives us somethigg to fret about, Like, “When ts Germany going to phd And “How are the bolshevints com. ing out? “Who will the penhant winners be?* “Will Dempsey cling to the fight- ing crown?” But the only question that bothers me, In “When are you coming back to town?’ The Polish question perplexes soma, ‘The Einstein theory's harder still; The labor question still makes us slum, The Japanese problem has a thrin; But the only question that I debate, & Berton Braloy The only thought that ts In my ken, Is, “Dear, I'm lonely! Why must I walt? When. are you coming back again y) Still, sti the etty ty all aewirt With floods of people; yet to my wight, Without the presence of ene email girl, “Ses ‘The place te empty, dewerted quite; There's nothing I cnn to want to do, I gaze at life with a sullen frown; And all I think of the whole day thru, Ia, “When are you coming back to town? (Copyright, 1921, by Beatthe Star.) TERS : TO EDITOR 18 STAR considers it both a service tt owes the public and a pleasure to print letters trom readers All we ask ls that you make the communication as brief as posafble, observe the ordinary principles of courtesy and fair play and deal with subjects of Inter eat to other citizena EDITOR The Merchant and the Bank Fditer The Star: I am sure that the Seattle merchants were delight ed to find, upon reading Raymond R. Frager’s article in The Star of June 17th, that the Washington Rankers’ association has a commit tee appointed to Investigate the Callfornia banking laws with the view of directing the attention of the legislature of this state to the needs of such banking legislation. When Mr, Frasier said “The trou ble in thi state has been that many bankers have assumed the unpatrl otic and destructive attitude of ‘let well enough alone,’ preferring to sacrifice the real interest of the! masses to what they conceive their own personal Interests,” I can as} sure you that be voiced the sentl ment of nearly every retail mer chant in Seattle The complaint among many well established emall merchants is that they are unable to get sufficient credit from the local banks to carry on thelr business In many in stances retail merchants are unable to berrow on merchandise sale com jtructa, even tho these contracts wre backed by Al three-name paper. Many of these merchants are now financing this paper thru n Fran |otyeo, where they are compelled to pay ap high as 12 per cent interest. Another prevailing opinion among the Seattle merchants i» that local banks are veing too much energy in urging and directing the depos- {tors to invest their surplus deponite in foreign and eastern bonds, there- by reducing our deposits to a point where it works a hardship on our Jocai retall merchants, ‘This credit stringency ts accentuated when we find that some of the banks are not taking advantage of the federal re serve system, and announce that they have no redisoounts. A number of the merchants have intimated that they would welcome and support @ bank that would an- nounce that the surplus déporits will be used for Washington loana, "ee nd securities only, Keep the money at home, for local merchants and industries, and save our city from being depopulated. A MERCHANT. Petitions for Street Improvements . Editor The Star; In your paper of recent date the question ts rained an to what should be the proper per- centage of petitioners to secure street tmprovementa. To my way of thinking the pree- ent way, which requires a majority of both non-redident and resident owners, ts the cause of most of our impaasabie streets, What right bas an owner of & vacant lot who may ae ape speculative purposes who self may be living tn Pocaloops, to may whether or not bona fide rest dents of the district tn which his property Les shall have passable streets? Of course the street committee of the elty council would have to use dineretion and not authorize im: [provements through a district of much magnitode that the property iteelf would not pay for the tm- provement unless the improvement was of such a nature as to warrant jhelp from the genera! fund. | ‘The promoter bas bad his day ti | Seattio and in every resident dis trict one can find scores of vacant lota, being held tenaciously by the one who has hecome “it,” regurdiess lof bigh taxes, hoptng some day to | recover at least part of what he has been bilked out of by @ promoter yenrs before and holding an eternal grudge against the community in which he was stung. ‘These owners entertain me idea of improving their property with homes, thetr sole hope being to sell some day “as in.” So to do justice to a homebuilder and bona fide resi- | dent of a district I would say that he should be allowed to put his name | down on a petition five times to the non-residents objection once and 99 | non-residents out of every bundred |should have to sign objection with |imviaible ink, That would be atout fair, 6& &S. SLAUGHTER, 3007 20th Ave. W. The Woman Who Killed a Child Editor The Star: I could not hetp but comment on your editorial re- ferring to the woman who ran over a child and Killed him. Also the coroner's jury'’y Verdiet, “she was not to be blamed bedhuse she knew noth |was surprised not to sce a strong | w; ing of driving an automobile.” can take a car on the busiest streets, kiN half a dozen people, but would be found not to blame becnuse he or she was not fully experienced. This was a disgraceful verdict and 1 ler comment jn your editorial (Continued From Yesterday) Presently an answer came from within, “Hallo” Hastings raised his brows und pursed his lps, “Ileard you weren't well. Can I do anything?” The key grated tn the lock, the door opened, and Ferrier stood on the threshold. “Oh, no, thanks, Tt was the sun, I think; I'm quite fit.” The two men eyed each other: Hastings turned away, “Well, I'm glad to hear tt. Joan's gone over to Teele with Major.” “So 1 heard.” Ferrier’s volos was unconcerned, he walked back to his dressing table and, taking up & brush, began a Vigorous onslaught on his unruly ‘hair, Hastings waited a moment, then went back down the stairs. “There's nothing the matter,” he sald to Bennett, The Little man coughed “Thaf man’s « darned sight deep- er than you are, my boy,” be anid meaningly. “And that’s my opin- jon.” Hastings stared. “Rubbish Bennett shrugged his shoulders, “Oh, well, yon know best.” Hastings went back to his easy chair—the scratchy pen began to move again; but upstairs, behind a relocked door, Richard Ferrier sat \with his head on his clenched hands, broken down in an anguish of despair, CHAPTER XVII ‘The sun was petting over the era |when Major and Joan came back jfrom Teele. A riot of rosepink and gold painted the sky luridly; it jemiight the white all of a ship far jout at fea and made it look like « fairy bark. The car stopped at the cottage gute with a little gratified snort, and Joan jumped out with a sigh of She had seen Ferrier's tall gure in the little gurden, and he ‘came striding down the path toward her. “Have you had a good run?” Fils voloe was quite friendly, She looked up at him with a gasp of relief; |then® the words died on her lips—it | Was aa if she looked into the face of & stranger! He took the rug and heavy cont from her arm; he walked beside her to the house, tag easity, as if she were a visitor to whom it was his duty to be courteous. “What @ sunset! It reminds me of those used to get over in Canada Didn't you Motice it? It must have been fine from the top of the elift.* He ald the rug and coat down on the hall chair; Joan put out a hand to detain him as be would have left b “Richard? He turned. “You must be cold, theres a keen wind. I'll go and give Major a hand? He strode off down the path tn the sunset. Joan looked after him dully; he bad looked at her with the eyes of @ stranger, looked at her as if he had not recognized her, or as if he saw her now for the first time. Down at the gate Ferrier was talking to Major, “Had agood run? he asked. “You look cold.” “I am-—deuced cold.” was the answer, “Look out, I'm going to turn around.” Ferrier stood back while he steered the car about “I'm Just going to take her back to the garage,” said Major as he drove off. ° As Ferrier turned to go back to the house a telegraph boy sprang from his bicycle at the gate He looked at Werrier. “Telegram?” said Ferrier. “You, sir; name of Ferrier.” Ferrier tore open the envelope ith sudden excitement, his hands shook; he bungled it nervously. The As & comrhon citizen this verdict) A charge of manslaughter should! words danced before his eyes: sounds ridiculous to me. Surely these wise men know that ignorance of the law is no excuse in the first place. (Driving an automobile on a busy public street and not knowing how is a crime in itself. That ts to my, according to their verdict, anybody ‘Eéltor The Star: 1 read the very pecullar article in your paper writ ten by one A. Biendara, who takes exception to uncovering a crime be cause it conts money. Sincerely afid truly I would Uke to have a good look at the gentleman. I would then perhaps understand bis mode of thinking. What a wonderful man Tennant will be if they find the trunk in Lake Union, and if not—. But at least he ia trying, and I for one, who will gamble a dollar to a doughnut that I pay more taxes than Mr. B., will consider any amount of money very well epent if it succeeds in bringing such deliberate, heartless, cold- be placed against this person. Let [the law tike {ts course on rich or poor, which will be the only way to lourb this careless and reckless driv: ing. Uf this had been a truck driver jor, nay, a young fellow driving a car he would still be in Jail. ' Yours truly, ML Has Faith in Detective blooded murderer fo justice, Tennant has made a good pubic servant. His most critical opponents jtust admit that. His past work is }al that is necessary in his defense I do not know him, would not recog- nize him if I met him face to face. But give him the credit due him and jat least give bim public support | when ho is entitled to it, but I at least believe he has the majority of Seattle behind him when I repeat that no expense should be even con- |sidered in bringing uch a crime be- |fore the bar of justice, | I have an old woman's bunch ‘he will find thre trunk. Sincerely yours, CARL E,. MERTE. 1 | SETH TANNER { } Recetverships ts spoilin’ a lot 0’ success stories, Nowadays you | can’t tell a poet from an LW. | W. leader, | whit Why don’t they make good ‘nary accomplishments? Many movie girls out of work. their | press agents’ boasts about their culi- HERE was a long freight-train, and ft stood upon a track, and it es sayed to go for -ward, but it could not go. For the train was heavy, and if it could make its get-away. But the engineer was wise in his jeneration, and he backed up a few inches, and then quickly threw his jlever ahead, and opened the throttle tolerably wide. i And the engine sthrted ahead. and the first car started with it. And the second car felt the jerk, and started also, and the third likewise, Then did all the cars fall in fine, each one of them with a jerk and a change of its mind, and the engineer sat in his seat and whistled a quiet | The Parable of Backing Up the track was wet, and the wheels of the lo- comotive went | round and round, neither did the eand enable them to grip the track. And 1 stood and watched it, and I wondered ftune, for he had everything coming along fina Now what he had done was only this: that he gave unto himself tho benefit of the fraction of an inch of slack that is between each car and its neighbor, so that he did not have to start the first car until the engine |had gone ahead for the half of an |inch, and the second car started not till the first was going, And each car gave unto him a little of slack, and all the time the engine and the moving cars were gathering momentum, And by the time the last cor started, it was with a Jerk that overcame all its hesita- tion and then soni Now there are plenty of good peo- ple who fall because they never learn this little trick, They undertake to gare the Unt verse in the way It shou 1 go, and the Universe is Conservative, And they pull and puff and wear | flat places on the rail, and get red jin the face, but arrive nowhere. But the wise man learneth the value of a litle slack in the coup lings, and even the wisdom of back- “Letter received. Have nothing to do with them. Am writing.” It was a cable from Micky Canada. Ferrier crumpled ft into his pock- et and turned back to the house. Any last hope he had cherished died once and forever; Joan was fallen from the pedestal to which his love had exalted her, It was no longer porafble to disguise the truth—she had led to him and deceived him, and made a fool of him. He crossed the narrow hall of the cottage and went upstairs; he walked listleasly, as a man who has lost all aim and interest in life—the head he generally held so proudly jerect, drooped. ‘The last ray of sunset had faded; the sea wad gray and restjess; a cool breeze had sprung up and flut- tered the curtains at his window. He walked about the room collect: ing his few belongings; he rammed them ito a bag. In the morning he would leave Eastsea; tonight he would have it out with the three scotndrels downstairs—and that would be the end. There was no longer any need to play the game; this chapter of his life was about |to close forever. The garden gate banged euddenty, as if under an impatient hand, {Looking thru the window, Ferrier saw Major coming up the path: be fore he reached the house, Joan ran down towards him. Ferrier stood back, sereened by the fluttes!ng curtains, and watched. Joan was speaking quickly, earn: estly; she laid a hand on the man’s arm, he shook his head; she ‘seemed to plead with hime “You promised—you promised,” {she said. The words floated dis |tinetly up to Ferrier, Major was looking down at her now; he laghed a little, he put a familiar arm about her waist. Ferrier turned jaway from the window. After all, it was nothing to him, He had been @ fool all along for ever believing in her. He remembered what young Hastings had told him that night in his rooms in the Adelphi, Now, for the first time, he believed that Jamn's fear of Major had all been felgned—that It was she Avho ad helped to ruin the life of the poor little dead dancer. The gong rang thru the house. Ferrier smoothed his unruly hair |mechanicalily; for an hour, or so ‘jonger the faree must be Kept up. And then—tomorrow—the curtain would be rung down, the footlights extinguished, the audience gone. ‘Bastsea left behind him, he would |'ng up @ little that Ke may the more|be facing a future that was without isurely go forward, WILLIAM E. BARTON, hope or sunshine, He left his soom and went slowly COrerrigtt, Hetaer & Stoughton) acrons the landing. When he was at the top of the stairs, from a dark doorway two trembling hands clutehed him, He stood quite still the blood in bis veins seemed turned to ico—bis whole big body | wtiffened, | Joan's voloe—« mere fluttering whisper—came to him thru the # lence— “You mustn't play tonight: 1 don't trust them. Major has prom- ioed me, but—I don’t believe him; don't play tonight—oh, promise me | promise me!” In the dusk #he| wrung her hands together as if she vaguely understood that her words were falling on deaf ears. “Promise me; if you eveg loved) me at all, promise me! she said again desperately, Ferrier's mouth twisted into a wry smile; when Ne answered, be 4id not raise bis volee, but it sound: | ed cruel, cutting. | “You have made @ fool of me; twice already,” he sald. That was all. He turned away | before she had time to answer, and | began to descend the stairs, She followed, the soft silk of ber frock made a Uttle soughing sound over the thick carpet; she clutched at his shoulders desperately. She wae two sigirs above hit, and as he| turned \rresolutely, their faces were | almost on a level. He might easily have freed him- jselt; ber grasp had no more phys jical strength over him than the touch of @ butterfly, and yet—for & moment he could not have moved had his life been forfeited. “fchard, Richard! Don’t 190k at me like that, Don't turn away from me—it's not my fault. Some “day you'll be sorry. It's not my fault— not my fault!” Joan's face was so near to Fer- rier’s, 80 near that he could feel her fluttering breath on bis cheek—#ee the dark curl of her lashes fringing arms stole upwards to bis neck; the soft fingers touched his bronzed | throat. vith a sufden passionate gesture be flung hér trom him. He was trembling sil overt “Let me go—let me go He went down the stairs two at a time without a beekward glance. | When he entered /the dining room, where Bennett and Hastings were waiting, he looked ghastly; Bennett stared at him quigcally thru litle screwed up eyen, “Hullo! Seen a ghost? You look as if you'd been chawed by the devil himself,” he grinned: Ferrier made no answer. Dur. ing dinner, he allowed bis glass to [be filled and refilled time after time. Across the table Joam watched him with anguished eyes; she sat next to Major—it was pitiable the way sho tried to talk and laugh with with his arm familiarly along the back of her chair. When they rose from the table, Ferrier was Mushed and excited, his eyes were reckless, t They went into the smoking-room:;| Bennett pulled the card-table for- ward and opened @ fresh pack of cards, The little man wus very merry—he bawled out the chorus of “For he's a jolly good fellow.” He had no voice at all; Major cuffe’ him playfully and told him to go into the next street. “Open the window, someone,” sald Ferrier. “I'm stifling!” He crossed the room and let tn a he laughed rather foolishly. to come in and see me show you be? match for you all!” room, Ferrier’s face; he smiled_reck at ber. She crossed to Majo spoke to him agitatedly, ‘. soothing voice, he's had too much wine.” made a furious backward. it again—tet him say it again.” Across at Major. “He was only rot- ting. Apologize to Ferrier, Major— it’s only a joke—apologize.” “I apologize,” said Major sulkity. Ferrier sat down heavily in the chair behind him—he glowered sus- piciously at the three men—suddent | ly his mood changed, He got to his feet, he took up a handfy of cards and flung them down on the table; they scattered to the floor. “Who's playing?” he sald excited: ly. “Come along--what's it to be?’ Joan clutched Major's arm. “Stop him—stop him! You prom- ised me.” Major patted her hand.’ ‘My dear little girl—it's afl right, I shall not break my promise—une less you break yours," he added meaningly, Joan sat down in a big chair—she looked as if she were going to faint. Hastings crossed the room to har— he bent over her, speaking sharply. A flame of color dyed her white cheeks—she shrank back, as if she feared he would strike her, Ferrier looked across the room. “Como over here next to me, Miss Hastings; come and see me win some money.” He dragged a chait up beside him; there was a fierce sort of mockery in his eyes. There was a whirling wheel in his brain—-he felt as if his veins were filled with running fire. He was conscious only of the degire to hurt her—as she had burt him. Joan forced a laugh. She got up to obey him, Majar spoke to her in an undertone—~ “Give him somé soda water; that will pull him round.” She looked mp at him, with a flush of hope In"her eyes. He smiled at her reassuringly, She poyred some soda from the syphon into a glass; she took it across to Ferrier and gave it into his hands, Ferrier's wild eyos met hers; he} laughed suddenly, “Here's luck to} us all," he said riotously, “and may the best man win! He-tossed off the contents, Major turned abruptly away. Ren- nett stooped to gather up the scat- tered cards—he Jooked rather fright the terror of her eyes, Then her| “Where's Miss Hastings? Tell her | He striggted to moye—to how to play cards, What shall it{some one Was touching his Make it what you Uke. I'm a| kissin; His rained | bey voice reached Joan in the hall; she | those opened the door and came into the} One more effort—i Her eyes went straight to/An eternity scemed to pass—and SATURDAY, JUNE 25, 1921. “THE UPHILL ROAD” By RUBY M. AYRES ened, “What's the gume to be? eid Hastings, He chose a cigar from a wilver box at his elbow; as he lit it, he watched Ferrier from the corner ot bis eyes, Suddenly he flung down the match Ferrier had risen to his feet. Ho | stood, swaying stupidly from wide to side. Hin eyes stared vacantly be fore him; the whole room was swim ming—swimming. He felt as if he were in a nightmare; aw one we faces in @ dream, he met the ugly stare of Major's eyen, the white ter- tor of Joan's tace. He gave a stifled ery of mingled rage and burt. He lifted his clenched fists, then swayed and fell—fell slowly as a giant tree falls in a storm! CHAPTER XVIIT The room was whirling-—whirting, Something was the matter. Ferrier struggled against a bond thag seemed holding him; his head felt ‘las heavy as lead, there was a hor. |} rible choking feeling in bis throat; he could hardly breathe. There was a curious nolee tn the foom, too. Wag it a woman sob bing? Or was it men's voices quax reling? Such angry volces, such pitiful sobbing. The confused nolse made his head ache. Why couldn't they be quiet? It was a dream, of |course-—all a dream, he would wake lup directly In the litde room with the @ea breezes blowing thru the jopen window. He felt as if his ids were weighed down: he tried to raise a hand, but he seemed to have no power over any limb. What a dream! He foreed open his eyes, He was down in the little smoking room, and the light was still burning, altho gray dawn had begun to: creep thru the blind chinks. The room was in disorder, |cards strewed the floor and tabla jand there was an overturned glass with something dripping from it on the carpet—and the chink of money ~—a horrible chink of money! Ferrier was lying on his back on the sofa under the window, and be side him—huddled beside him was woman in a white frock. Surely she held his hand? And that sobbing— {t was this woman who was sobbing, He tried to release his hand from her grasp, but he felt as if it were dead; all his body felt dead. Surely he was dead—the only live part of him was that fiery wheel going round and round in his head He must lie stil, Of course it was a nightmare; soon he would wake and laugh at the horror of it all But now— A voice was apeaking. One of three men who stood with their backs turhed to him was saying something. What was it he was raying? f “There's a train up at % You twe | must go on—take Joan. Ill settle up down here and follow. Ferrier’ good for two or three hours yet. ID join you tonight—the usual place. Rot! He's right enough. Get Joan he could move—comfort hert Silence. One of the men had come across the room now—as. bending over the crouching 5 It must be Bennett—ngly Uttie Best nett. He was trying to raise her— Was speaking to her softly, almost kindly, She struggied—God! tf he could only shake off these bonds that held Tush of sea breeze; it steadied bim;|him fast, and defend her! Ferrier felt the sweat break out on his body, Some One was bending over him; face— i him—Wissing him! It must Joan. If, only he coud raise leaden weights from his eyes, it was absurd. then the room was empty! The yel Jow gas still. flared; the gray dawn - | light struggled thru the window © Major answered her im @* low,/Above him, the cards lay on floor and table, and the overturned glass “He's all right, take m0 notice;|—but the foom was empty. There was a sound outside—the Ferrier caught the last words; he /distant chugging of a motor; it grew lunge .at Major, | fainter, fainter. That must be Ma- Hastings and Bennett seized him}jor—-Major taking Joan over to each by angarm and forced him'|Teele. Curse the fellow—curse him! The sound died away; there was “Who says Ive had too munch /fothing now—nothing but the sea wine?” he shouted. “Let him say|breaking on the sands. With a etified shout Ferrier “My dear chap, don’t be an ass™/| sed himself into a sitting posture ‘Hastings spoke sharply; he frowned He felt sick and dizzy and weak— as weak as he had been when he Was so ill out in Canada, years ago, when Micky nursed him. Good old Micky. Funny that he had not come into the dream, too. What a dream that had been! Only a dream of course—and yet— He was still in the smoking room—and there were cards on the floor. Ferrier felt his blood run cold. Was it a dream? He put out a shaking hand and steadied himself by the sofa head; he rose staggering to his feet. What Wag the matter with him? He tore aside the blind and let in the day- light; he opened the window and gasped with relief, feeling the rush of air, What had happened—he thought backward, painfullly--last night? They had dined—he remembered the dinner, and Joan’s, white face; but afterward they had talked of play- ing cards, and Major—and Joan. Horror seized him. He turned round slowly and looked at the dis- ordered room, the overturned tumb- ler—it was the tumblet which Joan had handed to him-—Joan | herself. Tt was the last thing, he could re- member; she had offered him the drink—and it had been drugged! Drugged! Holding to the furnt ture, he dragged himself over to the mirror above the mantelshelf. He stared at his ghastly reflection—his disordered dress; his shirt was torn open at the throat; bis belt—the belt where he kept his money~-gone! The shock acted for the moment (Continued on Page 11) REV. M. A. MATTHEWS will preach a sermon &u day morning entitled THE BODY BOND In the evening he will dis cuss the subject, THE CHRISTIAN 1 REAL CIPY BUILDEN PUBLIC IS INVITED FIRST PRESBYTERIAN CHURCH i Seventh and Spring