The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 2, 1921, Page 11

ae waam—e fefuse. They — Major and my | ly t wit) w—used to knock me about.*| “You're a lucky chap.” SMPGMS shuddered in his arms. Ferrier] Ferrier shoved the big bay into @ at SypoeMed; ho turned his head and corner, He looked at the boyish | way TURDAY, JULY 2, 1921, ‘THE UPHILL ROAD” | bt, Modder & Stoughton) By R {Continued From Yesterday) | an instant she was kneeling be him. She ial a band on either is shoulders. h, what can I do for you rrier looked into her eyes: grew suddenly misty; his arms | out, encircling her her ou must—kiss me—to .” he said shakily ihe drew back from him as far She could, holding him off with nd on his chest fou would not say that tf you everything, All my life I've doing what you have seen ~ men—leading them on, I ove I must have always been or wicked, But I was afratd begin | the slender wrist ‘Joan, I don't want to hear. my heart.” “You must the That wasn’t you must, theater—I brother — the heard hotel -. He — my Mething you said in a fortune, and you were so honest and D at Easteea I told them I uldn’t go on with it. I threatened | B give them away to you. I thought/ win the journey take the whole would have killed me. I cried} was the night you heardume. | they took your revolver away. | Was terrified after that—it was I tried to prevent Major from to London with you. He Bn't deceived about Mr. Hastings ir. He knew all along—he was | elever—the cleverest.of them all. | pretended to like him. ! didn't! then that the poor little girl | killed herself was his wife. I it aN for your sake. Even when were ill, you said- @ not fair to have that me. I was half mad.” tried to draw her closer to him, she resisted fiercely. don't know the worst of me.| love you at first; it was all! But afterwards—" on‘t want to hear any more. I've had enough kicks. It's you now, Joan.” can't, I can't. You'd never be-! in me. You‘ don't really love} couldn't, it's only pity.” ‘S arms fell to his side. d God,” he said hoarsely deserved that.” raised her frightened eyes to hageard face. It was infinitely ie to see the cowed shrinking slender body. Ferrier dropped in his hands. broke into plteous sobbing. . I do love you—tI do love you, maid. “But it isn’t right of me. mot good enough.” Yose to his feet, drawing her th him. “y | one can do mighty quick with ww dollars, eh? Micky’s outside @ cab—put on your hat” | Joan was obdurate; she de that they must wait at least ‘he must-have seven days to which to change bis don't love me,” he declared that’s why I'm giving you | hance to change your mind.” him. She slipped a small} his big one. “But you! ‘ oh, you won't, will you?” she tremblingly. turned her face upwards chin, y that again, and I'll carry you by main force.” fm the end she got her iy, apd Ferrier went back! the cab with Micky. There | ‘@ light in his eyes which made wince, but he forced himself to t-heartedly. old chap.” he sald. “Fancy & woman tacked on to you! I suppose you've surren- to the enemy—unconditional. lyr }it seemed an eternity of Ume for his the next week, her seen her for five days. bedroom, strapping his bulging hold all. scoffed good-naturedly ing, but he laughed unconcernedly, | watehed him with envious eyes the next room Micky strummed idly on the plano. | tace young kindly sympathy in his eyes, you,” he said at all; it was acting—all pre-| you I'm sorry." dow, we followed | eyes Oh, we had done it so often.| pinched dead face of the woman he you — somehow you made me had loved. began to sing » ‘| Does the road wind uphill all the from the bed. ly |music broke off abruptly with a crash of discordant notes, Micky's| face appeared round the door | grinned at Ferrier, cious, you both look as sentimental as a pair of schoolgirls! |bave a drink! UP ithe last he'll get.” was shedding ‘tears of blood in his} own brave heart, jrey | Micky, j hat, tall coat, and spats | Ferrier, with a scornful glance at| |his lounge suit and slouch hat, that it was just as well for some one to be decently dressed. |bet him that he would be mistakgn | |for the bridegroom. |they reached the little house where Lilian and her mother lived met them at the door, and because \she was a woman, and because she) ‘loved Micky, she was not one whit! }deceived by the jaunty angle of his =|hat, and the rose in his buttonhole, | there was a little church in a coun- try lane whose doors stood open all day long, with scarlet poppies and) ever been married before,=|Widoeyed daisies growing in the shakily. “But it’s a kind of | 00S srase outside, | striking “which of ue three looks like the bridegroom?” “which one feels like it! Where is Joan? house was too small happiness. She has gone thru the fields and up the hill.” strode down the road thru the morn: | ing sunshine. ing after him. | Hastings generously, with resolutely | amiling lips There were tears in them. emt old chap in the world,” he said fiercely. | lately even. hill. BY M.AVRES| “Yea, thank . . To one of the three men, at least, heaven,” said Ferrier, . . . . Lilian had taken Joan home with | into Surrey, Ferrier bad not! He knelt én the floor in. Hastings’ and Hastings bad both) at his pack Micky and! in} Hastings sat on the bed Hastings spoke suddenly, hoarse- be wa would never really more, and there which any “I wish I could say the same to “It's no use telling Hastings walked over to the win- and stood looking out - with that saw nothing but the In the next room Micky idenly— way? Yes, to the very end! long day? From morn till night, my friend, Ferrier had picked up bis coat} He paused irresolute- with one arm in a sleeve. The He! tho when he! @ his voice was strained. intshed the trousseau’ Gra- Come and Poor old Ferrier—it’s It was like Micky to joke when he They all three went down to Sur together the next morning;| resplendent in a new aille| He told} He offered to It was still early morning when} Lilian | ‘The wedding was to be very quiet: ! “I ask you, madam,” aald Micky, a theatrical attitude, “I know,” ig Ferrier grimly, Lilian answered him— “She went out. She said the to hold her Ferrier turned on bia heel and The three stood look “Good luck to him,” said young Micky met Lilian’s grave eyes. “Good luck to the best and dear- but he tilted the immacu- | brushed silk hat over his Ferrier met Joan at the top of the Saving for Profit Make your money earn a profit. Funds idle in a deposit box or bureau drawer do not increase—they are not working. But money deposited in a Savings Account in this long-established, safe is constantly bank drawing interest and piling up profits for you. It is easy to open an account. ter do it now. Combined Resources, Bet- Dexter Horton THE SEATTLE STAR SAY, TOM, You KNOW THAT GOOD LOOKING GIRL THAT'S VISITING ACROSS THE STREET FROM US? WELL JUST SAW HER AND SHE WINKED TAG HAS BEEN NAUGUTY SO HE WAS SENT ‘To BED PARDON MG, FRIGND, BUT I'M JUST CURIOUS TO KNOW HOW MANY DIFFERENT KINDS OF HAIR-CUTS “OU MIGHT HAVG, TOO ! The Wayfarer Some Seattle business firms are using rub- ber stamps on envelopes to attract visitors here during “Wayfarer Week.” Will you use one? Here is the copy: THE WAYFARER The Great Passion Pageant of America. Plan your vacation for July 23-80. 8,000 voices, 2,000 actors, $265,000 worth of scenery, costumes and lighting effects. Not a moving picture. U. of W. Stadium, Seattle. LUAPANNE Ay me! | A a tu eer NT weppewen’ WITOMILL FLL IT Mes You Ral) \UP WITH AIR 2 ay the maple tree: } | | 1 ADVENTURES — OF Cite Hebets Botan This was the song that Chick Chickaree sang This was the song that Chick, “The trailing arbutus’ shell_pink Chickaree sang while he was wait- bens ing for the maple syrup to flow into | Will soon in the grove be seen, the hole he had made with his little|And the bowery, flowery, hidden sharp teeth in the wall of his house cells Are spreading their sprays of green, May the violets blue their stay pro- long, And the dogwood, too, mayhap, @ut I'l die of thirst if I wait here long, For my sweet, good maple tree sap). yh, the brooks are full and the clover’s green, And the bluebird builds hee nest, And the willow trees with their silver sheen, Are trying to look their best, ‘The robin wakes with his springtime song, The woods from their winter nap, (Oh, I hope to goodness that I won't wait long, For my sweet, good maple tree sap) “Mr. Frog comes out and the turtles, too, And the wasps from the barn eaves creep, The ow! from the woods calls “Who, who, whot Mr. Woodehuck wakes sleep, (But me, oh my, it does seem long, To wait for my maple tree sap).” “Oh, the snow has gone from the from his distant hills, the ice from the top of the creek, And song-sparrow calls happy trills the field when the wheat sprouts thick, I can hear the blackbird's song, And the woodpecker’s restless tap, @But 1 tell you what, I can't wait long, For my sweet, good maple tree sap). And with his peeped into the hole, but there was nothing there, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) From rusty The Salter person entered my office with his quick, nervous steps. He bowed very formally in his for- eign way, sald something about hav- ing had the pleasure of meeting peo socially, and then abruptly, hardly giving me a chance to put fn a word, launched into the subject of his visit. Herpicide Owl Drug Co., Special Agent Fovery time he sang a verse, Chick | THEN CAME HER PARASOL On THE PAGE 11 BY ALLMAN ToP OF MY sunnier FRECKLES MIND HIS OWN BUSINESS! David and Peggy sat eagerly forward on the edges of their chairs looking at the big leather Portfolio of Port Madison pictures and clippings, while Mrs. B, talk- ed about the things in the book. ‘There were old telegrams sent from San Francisco to Port Madi. son, in the days when it was a big mill town and a most im- portant post. Telegrams which came as far as they could over the wires and the rest of the way by the hand of some officer on a ship; tele grams which were sometimes as much as six days getting from California to Puget Sound. There were clippings from old newspapers in the book, too. One of these was a paper written by Fort Madison's first school teacher, Mrs. Handford, and one was a mention of an address given at Port Madison the 4th of July, 1861. Grandmother said, “You know, children, the whole country was stirred at that time over the ques. tion of slaves in the South, and | be. the Southern states thought they had a right to draw away from the Union and be a country to themselves, and the people in the North and West said they simply must not, and if they tried it, the Northern and Western men would fight “You know how awful war Is; you have lived thru one war, but not @ war in your own country where Americans were! fighting other Americans and when hate grew, and grew, and burned the strong love which had been grow- ing all the years since the signing of the Declaration of Independ- ence in 1776, “Well, it was Independence day again, and even tho the Puget Sound country was new, the peo- ple felt that it should be cele brated.” The acdount in Mrs. B.’s book said: “A large crowd of en- thusiastic patriots was guthered to hear the oration, begides the people of Port Madison and vicin- ity, and practically al! the citizens. of Seattle were present, there be- ing some 30 people from the place.” Mr. Damon, the Congregational minister, who was also an editor and spent many years at Port Townsend, was the speaker. Mr. Damon married such a lt }of pioneers in these early days |that people nicknamed him “the marrying parson.” t “We are ready,” he said, “to defend this union and our com- | mon liberty with our lives against ny foe, no matter who he may Then he told the people that |only a few days before he had been present at the raising of a |Mag on the campus of the new University of Washington, “Scarcely three years ago,” he said, “the men who are clearing the land for this college were flee- ing from savages into the Block House.” (To Be Continued) SEREE (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) So Edith had told me the truth after all! I was glad to know that. It restored my respect for her and, in some measure, my respect for myself. It made our friendship—or Whatever you might call it—rest on @ more secure ground than intrigue and deceit. I now listened attentively to what Salter had to say. For all his minc- Confessions of a Husband 50. THE SALTER PERSON CALLS ON ME suppressed excitement, burst out with: On Inn last night!" to be surprised. “Why, that's the gentleman I saw dancing with Mrs, Slocum at Come “Isn't that a coincidence! I did not know whether or not to pretend “But his name isn't Slocum,” the \Stenographer insisted. “I thought you said he was her husband?” “On the contrary, I wasn't thera, and so I couldn’t have said anything of the sort.” “But I told you just what he look. ed like and you never said a word!* “Really, Miss Berkins,” I replied | very virtuously (I didn't know what else to say), “I don't think we have any right to use the firm's time to discuss our private affars.” (To Be Contnued) Shave With Trust & Savings Bank and Dexter Horton National Bank $23,818,290.20 I had felt that his call was asso- ciated in some way with Edith. Of course, I would have refused to dis: | }cuss her in any manner with him, | jand I was prepared to throw him|ofered for doing business with véul gow Mevetinn bodily out of the office in case he| France, despite the high exchange entire time to _ became the least bit offensive. rate, by exchanging raw materials dental practice. } | 1 was anything but friendly to |for finished products, looked promis: faving ets rved him, not so much because of any-|ing. But I knew my firm was too twenty. years, thing he himself had done, but be-|conservative to engage upon #0 made, Sood by, cola cause Edith had deceived me about | highly speculative a venture, and T Gente srantes and his return to Burope. Somehow or |told him so very frankly. guarantee good. other I blamed him for that. However, I felt fairly well disposed “This matter seemed so important | toward him now, and I gave him the |to my principals in Paris,” he was|names of a couple of men who | ing, affected maners he impressed me as being a pretty good business man. On paper, at least, the plan he BOTH WIN Children’s Rehearsal Five hundred children tak ing part In pageant will re- hearse, Plymouth Church, Sixth Ave, and University St, 10 a m. Tuesday. Chorus Rehearsal’ Tenth weekly rehearsal of 2,000-voice chorus will be held Tuesday evening, 7:45, First Methodist Church, Fifth Ave. and Marion st. Prices Mail orders filled July 11 in order received. Downtown box office, Arena, open July 18, 10 a.m. In making reservations by mail send certified checks, drafts or money orders with stamped envelope. exter Horton ;) Trust and ‘Savings Bank Second Avenue at Cherry Street Unreserved Sections. .$1 Complete perform. eee ey Reserved Sections. $2 ance, 8-11 p.m. each Reserved Box Seats..$3 evening, July 23-30 Plus 10% War Tax. (omitting Sunday), oO ull 1 do not compete with Cheap Dentists, nor do I operate on y pocketbook or sell you conver pa 1 sive twe dollars worth saying, “that after 1 had engaged | thought might be interested. Denial work for e dollar I re- | passage on La Lorraine they cabled| He thanked me with apparent sin. | “ 0} Jol hee 120ysaat? dod Say interents’ are ake | me to stay here and attempt to|cerity, and then, with the grace of a min ‘reach an understanding about it—in |dancing master, bowed himself out venings till 7 and Sundays | fac ready to step into a tax!|of my office. 2:20 fo z y 12:30 for people meh work to go down to the pier when their! He had hardly closed the door be message was handed to me, You can|hind him when Miss Berkins, who appreciate—" bad been almost bubbling over with