The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 18, 1921, Page 9

“Ft STR oe Sear rT reer eee ee ee eee sarstt pettsstet: Copyright by | Btarts on Page One) ‘a pretty things which the fem! ied born to desire. bead ached--she heard Mr. Stur bd woice faintly, as if it were @ wae off; her hands seemed to sd mechanically; it seemed an ty till he said ‘That will do; you May Oo... ose to her feet giddily; she pinered up ber papers ‘and turned o he door, she knew now that # Seniat: he bit her lip till It bled ea ‘and control her failing eenses, be reached the door safely—opened ipeebut It, and staggered across to} . It was 1 o'clock, and a ihe other four of Mr, Stur- qierks had gone to lunch; the frerth Was at home with tfluenza. qm had the room to herself; she won vaguely what would happen to her if she really fainted-——she knew iat Mr, Sturgess always went out et tee office by another door, she tried open the window-—it was air she caaee—e breath of fresh air to pg with the clasp, but spwas stiff thru disuse; and suddenly seemed to crash together about her, and collapse into a gray mit which caught her with it, drag gg ber down. Ghe opened her eyes to cold water aa ber face—to someone vigorously her hands; she tried to raise perself, Dut the feeling of sick faint ges returned, and she closed her que again helplessly. SFTERED ALL tad be and Health in Lydia Pinkham’s V ble Cal.—‘“‘I always feel very agg (74 is gwrendertal aid in Keeping the im- portant balily fune- tions—stomach, bowels, ki normal, #0 wale by All Drugginis Always in Stock at the OWL DRUG COMPANY : MOTHER # Oescie1 oe Worwnences ans 1HE Besy vous C0..DE77.9-D ALbAmTA Gy “| memory of the gray Sunday evening “MOM CLD Finally Found “7 woking out. THURSDAY, AUGUST 18, 1921. aaa etaea a “WINDS OF THE WORLD” By RUBY M. AYRES Robbe-Merril! 3333 For a moment she lay still; her hands were freed now—she heard someone move a step away from her Presently she looked up. “Better?” asked a voice casualty JM did not answer; she thought jshe was dreaming: somewhere into the mistiness of her brain floated the | the raucous voice of the fervid | Salvationiat, and the faintly amused jsmile of a man with an, eyeglass. | “Last Sunday night beating his wife—tonight he beats the drum!" |, She laughed weakly, and with that |taugh conselousness returned’ fully jand she sat up, pushing the wet hair from her forehead. She was still in the office, sitting jat the ink spattered table where she | eat every day of her life, in the same |hard wooden chair, with the rumbie of the street traffic outside; nothing was changed, nothing different, save that the tall man with the eyeglags whom she had seen once before for a moment on the edge of the strag sling crowd, stood now leaning | against the desk usually occupied by jthe clerk who was absent thru in fluenza, looking down at her with a Sort of tmpationt embarrassment. “Better?” he asked again. “You; . . “ahe groped for a }handketohief, but could not find | water. j one: her face and hale were wet with “Take mine,” sald the man impar. tially. He handed her a soft sttk handker. chief that smelt faintly of cigar smoke, JIN wiped her face; she laughed shakily. “You needn't have made me ro wet.” she said. “Tm + 2 + % wae all 1 could think of,” he apologized. He went over to the window, and | Ji tried to etraighten her hatr; she was afraid to get out of the chair yet—she was not quite sure of her. | sett: she began an embarrassed apol ony. “I'm sonerry . . . #0 sorry to have given you all this trouble [+ + but—I've been up all night iwith my brether—he's an invalid— od I was tired, and #0... “Please don't apologize.” said the man; he spoke with rather a drawl; polishing his eyeglass on a second silk handkerchief; the one he had given to Jill was still screwed up in her hand In a damp ball. | “It was fortunate that I came tn, he snid after @ moment. “I—er ‘ * paused, looked at her “It was fortunate that ." be said again, “Yes,” said Jill She was feeling better now; she rose to her feet; she kept one hand 02 a chairback to steady herseif. “Please, you won't tell Mr. Stur- gees, will your” ehe appealed ear. nestly, The man was screwing his again into his eye. oh, no . “Employers don't like you to be ill—especially in bust s hours,” she explained. "Er—no! is that so?" 1 door. pose I'd better call again,” he sub mitted laconicalty. “Mr. Sturgess will be im at half. past two; and if there is a message “Oh, no, thanks . . . nothing important, I'll look In again—later.” He had opened the door now. “You're—you're quite all right?” he asked. “Yes, thank you.” Jill took a atep forward. “Will you please tell me your name?” she asked anxiously “Mr. Sturgess will be annoyed with me if I can't say who it was that called.” He looked batk at her from the stone passage. “Tallentyre . . . tyre a “Oh?” said Jil blankly. She thought he was going, but tn stead he came back a atep. “ler . . . haven't I seen you before?” he asked hesitatingly. Jill emiled. “Yes . Last Sunday, when we were both invited to have a dip in Jordan” she told him gravely Talientyre chuckled; for the mo. ment he no longer looked embar rassed or bored; Jill had the little pleasureble feeling that now he was looking at her and talking to her an he would to a woman of his own wet; the thought gave her courage. “Why did you stop and listen to him?” she asked interestedly He came back another step; he re. moved the Homburg once more, and put it down on @ desk. “Why did you?” he asked. She shook her head. “I don’t know San Juan Islands BY STKAMER si0Ux Complete time card and rates mailed you if you call Main 2993 Or inqu: ‘Window, € Cyrus Tallen- I didn’t « Information BEST AGE is as old as his organs; he a ane and heathy at 70 as at 35 if he aids his organs in their functions, Keep your vital organs healthy with The 'e standard remedy for kidney, liver, bladder and uric acid troubles since 1696; corrects disorders; stimulates vital organs. All druggists, three sizes. lovts tog the pores Seve stces OWL DRUG CO. he was} he turned round; he waa vigorously | He picked up the Homburg hat | lying on the desk, and looked at the | | s Mr. Sturgess ts not in—I sup <= THE DOINGS OF THE DUFFS TUNDERSTAND You'REY YES, LEAVING US TODAY To ste Ss io . TLL TELL You wuar TS OU TALK YOUR DANCES are, _ut | —_—— EVERETT TRUE ! want to go home for one thing.” “Neither did 1," he said. “On! they looked at one another sympathetically. There was nothing particularly good looking about Tallentyre; his} |face was a little too worn, hin eyen ltoo lack-luster, as if they had seen leverything worth secing in the! world, and could find nothing furth er of interest. His hair was nonde lecript in color, and would have| waved had it been allowed to, but a vigorous application of brillantine |had flattened it beyond hope of im. mediate fecovery: his eyes were |sleepy, and the constant wearing of the monocle had made curious lines labout the left one; but he was tall and well made, and had the repute tion of being one of the best dressed men tn London. Jill admired everything about him she liked the lazy draw! In his voice; she liked the Immaculate crease in his trousers; she wondered with a | very real pang if he were: thinking |now dowdy and imponsible she was; ghe wondered if he had noticed the |cheapness of her clothes and the} ugliness of her boots, The color surged into her face; her ‘eyes fell; she fidgeted uncomfortably | allentyre turned again to the| door. “['ll look In—tater,” he mid; the door shut behind him. Jill stood where he had left her,; twisting her fingers nervously; she had never felt so unhappy in all her life; the few words she had ex changed with this man had roused | again all the ambitious longing of | her soul; it turned her sick to think of Acacia Terrace, and the paraffin | lamp on the bent nail! it gave her a| feeling of positive nausea to recall | the stuffy smell of babies and cheap Mnoleum that seemed to rush at her whenever she entered the house, But ” FF~ "MSORRY| THE FAMILY Wilt aS a TAY A FEW DAYS ) ' You Go! S] LONGER ~ | Y Goop Bye! | FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS You MIGUT Do WHILE ALEK TAKES WIS BATU TAG GO OUT ANO WONT THE CRAZY QUILT . 1M GOING HOME THE REST OF BAT S* FOR ME* TM A BARBER er In what cruelly different worlds she and a man like Tallentyre moved. and yet he had not wanted to go home, either! She wondered at that; wondered why he had preferred to stand and listen on the edge of a straggling crowd in a mean street, to going back to luxury and the many de Mghts that must be crowded into his life, She recalled bits of the letter she had taken down at Mr. Sturgess’ dic tation; he had no money—the estate was squeezed as dry as a lemon! It seemed an absurd truth when one looked at the man himself. Jill went back to her desk, and sat down limply; she. still held Tallentyre's slik handkerchief in her hand; she looked at It interestedly, She could not give it back to bim like that . . . she spread it out on the desk. . . . It was made of finest sflk—there was a monogram worked in one cor ner. At the opening of the outer door she thrust it hurriedly away in her deek; she wondered if Tallentyre would come back, and if #0, at what time! She only stayed out 10 min- utes to lunch, hastily devouring a bun and a glass of milk; but tho the outer door of the office opened and abut a good many time long afternoon, it was not to admit Tallentyre: and at 6 o'clock Jill went home vaguely disappointed, the «ilk handkerchief tucked away in her | rene But he came the next afternoan she heard bie volce in Mr. Sturmens room when she returned from lunch she paused for a moment before go- Ing ncrogs to her desk, @ little addt tional color In-her face; there was no mistaking that volee-—-with Its lasy draw! and aliehtly affected tone, (Continued Tomorrow) during the} 11% NATURAL way WAVE. SEATTLE STAR BOY AND MIND MAMMA AND DADDY wilt SEE You Soon! HE'S ALWAYS A PRETTY GOOD BOY, Sprinkle-Blow sighed, “Say lieve I'm needed for a spell.” Sprinkle-Bow and Nancy and Nick sat down to rest on the big stone i in the meadow under the shade of the chestnut tree. Mr. Sun was shin ing and everything was in tip-top shape, from Farmer Smith's sass patch garden to the fields of waving corn, Farmer Smith had begun his harvesting; one feld was full of lit tle hayeocks ready to be gathered Into the big barn, and in, another lay bundles of wheat in even rows; from there they would soon be haul- ed to the thresher to get the litte, round grains shaken out. Lovely Oeecy white clouds sailed like great ships acroes the blue sky, | Mice little cooling breezes game play. oe sent, ne Seek woe wom te o them lovingly. It was a lazy, lovely day, with bees adroning a drowsy sing-song tune and bints gossiping about summer plans; thru the woods came the clinky- tinkle of the brook, Sprinkle-Blow sighed. “Say, kid- Tom’s Vacation Is , kiddies,” he said, “I don’t be- Over rer OH, TOM, HERE. | MADE A LIST OVT ALK dies,” said he. “T don't believe "'m needed for a spell. So I'll go up to my house on the etar and take a rest, Tocan smoke my pipe and read | the “Log-Hollow Bugle’ and the! “Gossamer Gazette" in peace, It's the first chance I've had for a vacation since New Year's.” “Vacation! exclaimed«a voice “Vacation! Nice time for the weatherman to be talking about tak- ing @ vacation, I call it. Just when everybody else is going to start on his. Why, we're all packed and ready to start this very day.” { “Oh, how do you do, Wally Wood- |chuck!" exclaimed Nancy to the lit: | tle fat, furry gentleman standing | meor. “I think v jons are so in-| teresting. Are you going to. Niagara Falls, or the seashore, or to your grandfather's farm?" “None of them,” answered Mr, near, (} Mt Mh is YoU MEAN o TELL ME YOU COULDN'T PIND ANY EG6S, DEAR? (To Be Continued) esis with dignity. (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING r FIND A S) * ‘ * “I'm just as sorry as T can be, kiddies,” daddy said, “but I don’t think of one single little boy story, or ah Indian story, or a cougar story—I think I'm about storied out.” Pessy snugsied up closer against him in the porch swing and said, “Well, just never mind, daddy, if you don't "member any good ofes, just tell us one "bout a man or anything, so its early- day.” Daddy looked like David when he grinned. He spid, “Even a story about a man. You can't be as anxious as that to hear a story, not really! But Peggy assured him she was even as anxious as that, and so he told them the story of the bashful man: “It's an old one,” o began, “older than Seattle, older than the State of Washington. It was in the old days when this country was still the great Oregon coun try, when men were arguing and quarreling and even ready to fight over whether the land was British or Americar territory. “At this time, when only In dians lived in old Chief Seattle's country and bears and deer were easily found, there were every year coming into the West the wagon trains or little shiploads of CHAPTER XII—I LEARN LILA.AMES ISN’T HAPPY “Lure"—I was caught by the word which came from Lila Ames’ lips. “Do you know sometimes I think that what we women think {s love i} only lure?’ I said. “I believe that lure, rather than love, is at the bot tom of the greater number of these tragic triangles, 1 think it isn't so often love for another woman which |takes a man away from his wife, as it is simply the lure of her.” “And then,” said Mrs, Ames, “the other woman flatters herself that she is attracting an affection which should belong to another, when real- ly she is only # bit of cheap tinsel, dazzling for the time being.” A rather strained silence followed. TAla Ames Was digging the heels of her slippern into the softness of a pillow, while I looked out over . White with blos- soms, ered why I had de. liberately said something which must indirectly offend my employer. “You mean, I suppose, that your theory would apply—to—to Pbilip Amos? ber voice was scarcely audible, T turned sharply and starch- ed ber pretty face for evidence of the feeling her tone would have indi- [oated. 1 wondered if she really could jeare. Then suddenly tt carne to me that I was only her secretary and had |no right to theorize on her conduct. “I'm sure I have no right to say. such a thing! I was genuinely |sorry, for with all of her apparent okleness, Mrs. Ames was likable. didn’t mean to be rude or to— spoil your fun!” “You aren't rude and I'm not at all sure that it is—fun,” slowly, “No one has ever credited me with think ing much, and perhaps that is why I have fallen into a habit of not | thinking beyond what I am doing for the second. I'm glad to have some one around who will talk to me about things and will try to un- derstand, if not agree. fe is difficult,” she continued, “I've been trying so hard to be |happy—I've done things which—oh, | I'm not making you my father con- \fessor?’ she tmughed, “but just jthings which I'm sure one would find on the ‘don't’ side of a book of rules for virtuous jwivest And yet I'm not happy. I thought that if one could not find happiness within the conventions—then find it with. out. But mine seems to be always gone before I quite get there!" There was nothing for me to say. Mrs. Ames had been big enough to accept my criticism for what it was worth; thus more and more that queer mixture of admiration for her personally and contempt for her type was taking hold of me, “Something of a mess, isn’t it?’ Her laugh tinkled again and she seemed all at once to have gone back into her glittering crystal ve- neer. ‘ My luncheon was served at 2 o'clock on the pretty little window lable in m yroom and while I ate 1 could hear on the other side of the door the rumble of Philip Ames’ voice, Doubtless he was having luncheon with Mrs, Ames in her room, She was chattering lightly and every now and then one heard that crystalline laugh, 1 knew tn spite of the langh that . OPEN UP THE WINDOWS ~ HAVE THE LAUNDRESS COME ~ START THE IcE AWD THE MILK~ THE COFFEE |S IN THE CUPBOARD ON “THE SECOND SHELF ~ SET TWE ALARM CLOCK~ DON'T LEAVE ANY LIGHTED CIGAR STUBBS LAY AROUND ~ WATER “THE NO-TIf CHICKENS WUT SCRATCHING ALL AROUND AS HARD AS THEY COULD BUT "THEY DIDN'T EGE! “ & * By. bel Cleland _% Page 445 . ‘THE BASHFUL MAN FERESH PAGE 9 BY ALLMAN Ay LAWN AND FLOWERS - BY BLOSSER nd BY AHERN. settlers of missionaries to the west coast, “Among these was a handsome young man, He was a good lad, upright and honest, and not lazy, but he had one misfortune—be was most awfully bashful. “Now, in these days, when white men were few and red men were many, white men were mighty important, but white women! young ladies to be ad- “mired and courted, won and mar. ried, were as rare as strawberries at Christmas time, i “But this bashful man—whose name was Will—had a neighbor only 15 or 20 miles away who had @ pretty daughter—Helen, “Will was quite sure.she was the prettiest and daintiest and cutest girl he had ever seen, and he thought quite a lot about her while he was clearing his land and getting his cabin built. “And before he knew it, he was thinking of Helen as the one who would be living with him pretty soon in his new home. He thought and he thought about it and finally he made up his mind he would just get on his horse and go over and see Helen and tell her he loved her and ask her to marry him. * “So he polished his shoes as well as he could without any real polish and brushed his clothes and rolled up his blankets (one always carried his own blankets if one went for a visit in pioneer days), and started off. (To Be Continued) Lila Ames was not happy, and 3 wondered why people will play with fire instead of keeping far enough away to see the horrible destruction of it. I pitied Lila Ames, and the silent, weary man to whom she was mar ried. (To Be Continued) AT THE CORNISH Roy St. and Harvard Ave. THE REPERTORY COMPANY OF MAURICE BROWNE AND BLLEN VAN VOLKENBURG IN “A DOLL’S HOUSE” Box Office at the Cornish Open 2 to 9 P. M. PURE MALTED MILK