The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 20, 1921, Page 11

v7Faete wee i AUGUST 20, 1921 “WINDS OF THE WORLD” By RUBY 3 Copyright by @iarts on Page Six} or otherwiser™ ne asked a2 a compliment, of course,” Jul, Dastity “T only meant that 4 yoked somehow—expenstve— ‘af, course they are” she added Tam not in a position to * he told her, “Seeing that Sie not yet been paid for .* he looked at her with a eynical smile gaid Jill, rather at @ leas. star ea: Ralph Hillyard was Kathy was going to marry a ‘who could give her everything —tmoney, diamonds, and var of her own; a man who gurely be generous to them apd bay Don a chair in which get about by himself—and them all out of No, 6 Acacia for ever and ever and ‘oa wonder why he hasnt told ” ghe broke out suddenty. why he pretended to be Ob! won't she be} | say that she most prob- Tallentyre took a clg- will “May case from his pocket. cer” Of couree,” said Jif. watched while he lit the ag- ‘she liked the deliberate way white hands struck the match; jater on, when Hillyard i taken the entire family under wing, it would be possible to he—ls he very rich?" she abruptly. fy.” sald Tallentyre indiffer- He leaned his head against and blew a whiff of | ! if brat hy HE Lj i i . g zg : j be g E gf if az 1 i i yk bist ? ae i ! £ tis pp E l af fee it itened | sol had n i. My sister had taken icine Pinkham’s Vege- feel recom- enough for what iene Sone Soman + igaeanemlicl en will tax their of en- the limit before ih bead en- tome as it kache, bearing-down mmation, nervousness and "it is well for her tc irs. Carbaugh’s ex dia E. Pinkham’s Vege- WUdvertisement) ot ing before her with M. AYRES Rodbde- Merri “But for the rest . . . you can't live happily ever after with a man you don’t care about, you know— and @ man who cares nothing about! you. You oan't be happy if it’ Just @ business arrangement—if you pay his debts in consideration for the @oubtful honor of his name, and| a dDankrupt estate which dates back to Queen Elizabeth, and a streak of blue blood, and a handful of heir- looms + And that's the kind of marriage a womaa like Lady Kl-| have thought any man would have/ loved her," she said. “If I were! & man, she would be just my ideal) of what @ woman should be . . . she's so stately—so beautiful.” “If you were @ man,” said Tallen- tyre in his unemotional votoce,| “you'd be like other men, and want & woman of flesh and blood—a woman whose eyes would brighten, when she looked at you—a woman, who wouldn't mind having her hair | ruffed if you... if you + “ be broke off with a little embarrassed laugh. “What non- sense you have made me talk,” he said in annoyance. His second cigaret Had gone out, and he flung it away with @ little vicious gee. ture, “lant tt rather—wasteful™ Jil asked depreca: 5 “Wasteful? be echoed blankly. She colored @ little; she indicated the cigarets. “That's the second | you've thrown away,” she said, “and you hadn't smoked either of them property.” He laughed, i} ; others cal me ‘Cig’—-because I'm al- ¥ : E fF yf rp Is a be will telt yy bes ‘tag’ her “Oh, | j : He rE] ( HY i | i i g i | ef z Hy i at ie, i efa a! iE sé 1 a if aif iH st | r E 3 F At i: i not have mat: friend of mine Tallentyre called to the Jill began to put on her gloves; she stifled a little sigh as « thought of Acacia Terrace and the ugly room. “I suppose you know nearly everybody in London,” she submit- ted diffidently, after a moment. Tallentyre’s lesy eyes twinkled behind the monocie. “Very nearly,” he answered grave- ‘ff s a i i ly. Jill clasped her hands tn her lap; she had forgotten the obtrusive hole. “Oh, I wish I did” she said wist- fully. looked at her indulgentty. “London's @ big place, you know—" he said, “but perhaps you will—~ some day—when Prince Charming comes along.” She shook her head. “He'll be poor—if he ever does come along.” “And you would like him to be rich?” | “Oh, I whould . . .° She raived | her eyes to his face. “I'm not like | Kathy. Kathy says that she would rather live in one room with a man she loved, than live in Buckingham Palace with a millionaire she didn't care about.” He laughed outright “And you don't agree with her, evidently?” She half shrugged her shoulders. | “I don't know . at least you see I've never been in love.” | “Neither ha: | i “Really?” She found that hard to believe. “Really and truly—" he assured \her, “which i# @ most fortunate thing seeing that my eventual choice | will largely be influenced by the size | of the lady's banking account.” | It was impossible to tell whether | he were speaking seriously; after a perplexed moment, Jill decided that he waa not; she laughed. “You Gon't mean that, of course.” “I do .. .” He rose to his feet; he picked up his coat and the soft Homburg hat. “I think-—if you are quite ready, had better be | SUPPOSE THE BOSS WILL BE PEEVED AT ME BECAUSE | STAYED AWAY SO LONG! TEACHED ME How T WeIk ~<3EE, T CAN WRITE ALL KINOS OF L. EAT HELLO, MISS WELL, I'M TLE EATON: cK NO, HE ISNT DOWN YET tL ly ON “THE JOB AGAIN! y 1S THE BOSS INP SONIA WA he | an e THD CHA Yu vacate Die ro ser 1T_FOR YOU BUT I'm NOT STRONG gotng. supposed she ought to have made the first move; she walked beside him silently. It was raining when they reached the street; Tallentyre hailed a taxi. “You must let mie drive you home.” - Jill opened her Itps to refuse, but shut them again. Until that day she had only been in a taxi once in her life—and that had been when Mr, Sturgess had sent her on an urgent message from the office—but she could still recall the delightful importance of the occasion; still re- member how she had leaned back in @ corner, and tried to feel as if she were accustomed to riding about in taxis every day of the week, ‘Tallentyre stood with one foot on the step of the cab, looking at her ingly. Ma ynere chal I tell him to drive?” ‘The hot color rushed to Jill's face; she did not know that she clasped her hands agitatedly as she an- swered: “If you would just say the corner of Grey’s Inn Road; the trams stop there—I can get a tram home.” She wondered what he would think of the locality in which she lived; her eyes searched his face in an agony of doubt. “stop at the corner of Grey’s Inn Road,” he said briefly; he got in be- side her, “1 don't think you realize what a very pleasant afternoon you have given me,” Tallentyre said present- ly. His volce was quite grave; hia eyes looked serious enough when she raised her own to them tn sud den disbelief. She was so sure that he could not be speaking seriously, “I-—I've enjoyed it too,” ghe said stammer- ing. “I... I thank you ever #0 much for taking me” She dived suddenly into @ pocket; she produced the silk handkerchief which he had lent her that day in the office; she had washed and ironed it carefully, and wrapped it up in @ plece of tissue paper, “It's your handkerchief,” she ex- plained, reading the mystification in his face, He took it at once, “I had forgotten it; thank you. You should not have troubled .about it . . .” He put it away in his breast pocket. The cab stopped punctiliously at the corner of Grey’s Inn Road; Jill stifled a sigh as she got out; the neighborhood seemed more depress ing than ever, she thought wistfully. Tallentyre, watching her, saw the little involuntary shudder that shook her, “I shall gee you again—soon,” he said; he held out his hand. Jill was forced to give him the one in the holey glove; she could only trust to luck that he would not notice it. *“Thank you so much for taking me,” she stammered again; she real- ly was grateful; words seemed bald things in which to express how grateful, “Oh, not at all,” sald Tallentyre. “I think that is your tram.” He waited till he had seen her safely across the muddy road—till her slim shabbiness had been swal- lowed up in the waiting qu@ue of shabby people, then he got back into the taxi and told the man to drive him to the Adelphi. He glanced from the window as the taxi started; Jill was climbing on to the top of the tram in the rain; he supposed it was full inside. “Poor little devi,” he said laconl- cally, and felt for his cigaret case once more, (Continued Tomorrow, The Twins waved farewell to “All right.” promised Sprinkle- Blow. “Set your mind at rest, Wally, and go home and tell “Mrs. Wood. huck to pack whenever she likes, | "lh gee to it that West Wind and East Wind blow no black clouds to bother you on your vacation, also that Howly Thunder and Jumpy Lightning don’t moddie with my rain barrels, Sometimes, when I'm not there to watch, they turn the spigot and it rains perfect frog's legs.” “Thank you,” sald Wally grate- fully, waddling off to his house to tell his wife the good news. “We'll | stare for the blue mountain at once, | for I'm anxious to get a taste of that white frosting.” “Good-bye and good luck! called | the fairy weatherman, and the twins | furry friend, “How would you Itke to follow him on his vacation?” Sprinkle-Blow asked them, “It isn't very polite to follow foika, I know, but Wally may |be glad to have us before he gets home again.” “Oh, yes, let's,” cried Nancy, clap- ‘When at length, in the darkness, 1 crept to my room after my strange Mecting with John Ames, my eyes were wet with tears and something was clutching at my heart. It had been a big adventure for me, this dipping into the love affair of another man and another woman. It had shaken, me. I had never spoken to John Ames before. He-had seemed so detached, #0 little a part of the household. I had come to feel that perhaps he was tired of matrimony, a little bit discontented, but willing to let things shift along, with bis wife leaning on another man for affection. Thus finding him broken and with that flimsy intimate garment of his wife's crushed in his hands, startled me. And his words, as I remembered them, just before I slipped away to my room, thrilled me strangely and disturbingly. “I knew it was you—and I'm not sorry you were there,” he said, and then added slowly, “I wish—" but be didn't finish it, = ping her hands “But tell me, Mr. umea WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING The Boss Never Missed Him THE BOSS 1S HERE Now! HE’LL PROBABLY START THE MORNING RIGHT BY ,| PANNING ME FOR STAYING) ‘| SO LONG ~ I'L BE STEPPING SOME WHEN HE COMES IN! their little fat, furry friend fprinkleBlow, 18 the mountain made of cake and 18 the white stuff fresting? Daddy always told us it wes o”" “Shhh? whispered Sprinkle-Biow. “That was my little joke. Your daddy was right. But that's frost, ian't It, even if it isn't frosting, and if I'm not mistaken, by the time a certain woodchuck gentleman gets to it he'll be more than satisfied to find out the truth. We shall see what we shall see. Are you Teady to start?) Are your Green Shoes in pretty good shape?” They were’ and so was Mr. Sprinkle Blow’s umbrella, which he; mounted at once, just as you ride waved farewell to their little fat,ja broom handie on YOUR travels. | | For, altho Wally is fat, he is fast, | also. {To Be Continued (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stary ‘The largest second-hand book store in the world is in Charing Crossroad, London, (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) CHAPTER XIV—I RECEIVE AN ODD’ MESSAGE I wonder what he would have said, In the darkness I couldn't see his face, but it seemed that as he added the last two words his eyes were searching mine. What could he have wished? Perhaps it is only sympathy. It is so hard to find the line of demarkation, to find where sympathy ends and love begins—but what did he wish? Life is 80 complex. Why couldn't Tom, fighting for my affection, have appealed to me as did this strange man, crushed over the failure of his wife's love for him? It seems so much easier to do the wrong thing than the right thing. But there is always duty, and folk who are strong can make themselves do things when they know it is their duty, I wonder how John Ames will be tomorrow morning? It will be hard to meet him with. out some little betrayal of what has gone before, I can't believe that he will ignore me as his brother Philip did, Yet 1 would wish he would—it It contains 1,500,000 i ary Ny 4 Ni f(heeneny RW) E aes g ¥ | D i i ELE T if gE fi “Will it roar?” “Yes,” eald mother-dear again. “And did its name be Admiral?” Then Peggy was caught up in a@ hug and mother-dear told her: “You do not understand, do you, sweet child? Wi! a man has done any great thing, whether it is exploring a continent, writ- ing @ great book, or anything big, people call him a lion. git weren't that it would make me understand that. like his brother, he too is a weakling. And I don’t want to think that John Ames is un- worthy. It was nearly midnight when I heard Lila Ames’ light laughter at the steps below my window, and glancing out, saw her and Philip; standing there together, I couldn't} help thinking, as I watched them, of the strangeness of the ways of men and women, Closed in his room, just up the hall, was John Ames, lone and un- happy because a woman preferred to flirt. Somewhere in the city was Mrs. Philip Ames, probably alone and unhappy, because a man pre: ferred to flirt. And below in the! garden were the two flirting—and, | as I already knew from fact, dis: | contented because they were flirt- SAY, TOM, WHEN ARE YOU PLANNING ON “TAKING ‘YouR VACATION © BY AHERN i i E ! E : i F if } 5 Hy Here Peggy interrupted with, “Should you think p'r’aps you could say some littier words for that?” “I think p'raps I could,” he smiled down at her. “I think you will understand it when I tell you about it. “On this ship we had a great vat of tank into which we were to put the fish and everything which grew far, far down in the bottom of the sea.” (To Be Continued) FREER Posely let him go? Was philandering? neue act For a while, after I heard the rustle of Lila Ames’ movement as she came upstairs and made ready for bed, I sat huddled at my window, my lights dim and a warm dressiag gown pulled closely about me. Sud denly something flew in the window. A movement of my hand to brush away what I thought was a huge vr moth, struck the thing to the loor. } Should I touch it? I was"fearful. I moved it carefully with the toe of my slipper and then saw it was just a folded bit of white paper. I picked it up and felt a pebble weight in it. (To Be Continued) Thoroughness characterizes our methods in every tranaactio! ind our cus- tomers are acco: every cour- tesy consistent with sound busi- ness judgment. Paid en Savings Accounts ts Subject to Cheek Are Accounte paialiy: ovited ing. , 1 had never seen Philip Ames’ wife | and I wondered as I looked down on him what kind of a woman she was and the why of it all. Had she pur.’ Peoples Savings Bank SECOND AVE, AND PIKE ST.