The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 23, 1921, Page 9

© “WINDS OF pesessstsstss Copyright by BEGIN READING HERE TODAY WHOS WHO LN STORY , ATHERTON, whe ded by poverty ives Im Acacta Near her pe home to get supper for vaitd brother, Don lice > on & couch all day, im: ng the arrival of Jt t Meitur another sister, Kathy ts be hed to WRALPH HILLYARD. bie by sickness, @ af Hillyard tow fe giriishly tre employed a2 & ste of Don, made tr ations the motives But Kathy } bum ped dumeett “ Cyavs TALLENTYRE faed by Dor te of & larse hole in her glove adds to $2 Glecomfert. Dut Tailentyre tactfully pats ae THE By RUBY M. AYRES | statra her heart began to race with | that already he had repented of his | | very questioned her. Robde-Merrill & excitement, but {t was never he-—xhe | supposed he would come no more; momentary friendliness towards her Kathy was out a great deal with Hillyard; when she came tn she was uncommunicative; she never | ed about the future or her wed : Dut one evening Jill*found her crying over the drawer of little (reasures which she had been saving up for her now home, “They won't ever be wanted) now,” she said, sobbing, when Jill| “They're not grand nough—they'd hate being in a big! @ as much as I shall.” You'll have much prettier things mueh nicer,” Jill comforted her; but apparently Kathy waa inconsol able: she knelt by the aide of the rickety painted chest of drawers, and dropped bitter tears on the little neat bundiee of tea cloths and linen | which she had made with such care} and so many deprivationa, Jill knew that many dreams had been woven into the simple work, and she felt| a very real pang of sympathy for Kathy | “Kathy'll never make a rich man's| ; wife,” Don said to her once, sneer Tattentyre himself ie hard Then Tallentyre ex promise that Jit shall not teit Kathy that Hiltyard is rich Talleatyre takes Jill to @ corner near her home, but abe refuses to permit Bim | Decause she does not Be without telis Jit that ly D- tn a little tt comfort. ble for Ralph. | Shi that gore with riches. NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY see (Continued From Yesterday) CHAPTER VII ‘The next few days passed unevent, fully enough. If Jil had expected an immediate transformation she was disappointed. Kathy went on in the same routine, a little quieter per haps, a little graver. Ralph Hillyard had not deen again to Acacia Terrace. “And won't come either.” Don grumbled when Jill spoke about him *You mark my word--he won't gome here any more. Did you see the account of his father’s funeral in the paper this morning? My word, there were some nobs there.” “T saw it,” said Jil. She had seen Tallentyre’s name amongst those who had been present; she wondered | she would ever see him again, or | he had forgotten all about her. _ He had not been to the office since . fiad been no more letters) to him as far as she knew: |me, that’s all | “OR, you! sald Don. Jnever go right in this world: | being carried up and down stairs; he ingly, “It'll be Mke digging up a daisy, and planting it in a hothouse | and expecting ft to feel at home.” “Don't be absurd. Jill declared, all the more vehemently because she felt that there was some truth in what he said. “Don't I wish it were ++ I should revel in/ the hothouse. “But you're so different.” She turned eagerly. “Do you really think I am—do you really think so?* | “Of course L do; nobody would be Yeve that you and Kathy were sis ters; and that's why you'll marry a poor man, and live on about tup pence-halfpenny a week. Things the wrong people the money.” Jill's face fell. It was a Saturday morning she had just raced home tunch from the office to take Don out for a little while. 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He never considered | Jit in the least; it wag nothing to him that she wanted to be out in the alr; nothing to him that her head ached, and that she looked for- ward all the week to the one after. noon when she might be free and enjoy herself; he did not want to so, and as he was most certainly not going to be left alone, Jill must stay with him. Jill bit her lips to check the angry words that rose; she knew he was utterly selfish; she thought It very! hard that he should never consider her in the very least, but—well, he was Don. id #0 she took off her bat and and sat down beside him obedie: '. She had opened the window a little way when «! | | | | | } tl came tn, but now, in| ff) MUP scaLons WAS “Thoucur ‘Yo WAVE SWALLOWED A PIN So WE was MMEDIATELY SENT Yo Tus DOCTOR To X-RAY TAKEN — HE SETS HIS WATCH BY A PENNY SCALE= EVERETT TRUE 1 Reesivend 4[ On CALK TO THE ay ¥ HOVSS, 1 GcuevE. my HUSG THERE'S NOTHING WRONG Wn You, So NOU MAY Go- TELL my ANO OVR ts Out om THe Crry, F DOCTOR, CONG RIGHT PUSBANO IS QUITS Lt EGULAR PHYSICIAN AND IS IN “THAT (ROOM. response to a fretful request from | him, she closed it again: the room was hot and stuffy; it made her head | ache #thousand times worse than! the noise of the office and the in | felt somehow, as she sat there with | her hands clasped in her lap, as if she were a prisoner, chained to the| note the beauty and white. |Couch of this boy—kept in from life ||¥ by the four walls of the little room. | Other people were enjoying them selves; other girls whom she knew were out in the sunshine, breathing the fresh air—but she... .. Don broke the silence. “I suppose you are going to sulk now, because I don’t want to go) ORE «so? Jilt looked at him gravely, “I'm not sulking—I was only think. ing...” “About Kathy, I euppose—you're | always thinking about her; you care much more for her than you do for me.” “Of epurse I don’t,” she bent and kissed him remorsefully; she knew that he had spoken the truth; she loved Kathy a thousand times better than whe loved him; she was always| thinking about her and the future: | always wondering. . . wonder. ing... She had quite made up her mind! that ahe would be Kathy‘s brides. maid; she wondered] with a little thrill if perhaps Tallentyre would be! best man—he was Ralph's greatest, friend . . . She supposed Kathy would’ buy her a frock—she had already Accided that she would wear palest amber—she knew the color suited her dark eyes and hair better than any other; she had promised herself that for that one occasion | at least she would have her hair dreased at a shop and her nails manicured; she would let Tallentyre | see that she could look nice if she tried; even if she had to go without Jal if we did—besides—-of course she {her lunch for a month, she would |be @ success on Kathy's wedding day. She wondered curiously what | sort of a girl Ralph Hillyard’e sister was; she could not understand Kathy shrinking from meeting her: it was Just the sort of encounter she herself would have enjoyed; it would have given ber pleasure to show all Hill yard’s relations and friends that she knew how to behave, even if she was poor and came from Acacia Terrace, She lost herself in happy dreaming of that one eventful day. She could so well imagine how |Tallontyre would look: she wondered if perhaps he and she would have to walk down the church together after the ceremony; her eyes spar- kled at the thought. “When Kathy is married—" she sald suddenly. “Where shall we go and live, Don?” The boy looked at her. “Where shall we go? here, of course,” | “Stay here! she echoed his words blankly. “Of course we shan't Kathy couldn't allow her relations to live in a place like this; she would The Resinol - treatment makes skins clearer fresher, lovelier Try it and see RESINOL Soothing and Healing © Soap Better For Your Skin—— han Cuticura Sewers Tale )) free of Owes Why stay GSTt Ov HERE !!! L WANT 4 Doctor, °o ONSERTA Tr THe tc tu ER never want to come and see us at will help us a little—don't you think?” she submitted half midly. Don laughed. “Help ust—It won't be her money, and from what I know of Hill yara—" Jil interrupted quickly. “You never liked him, I know; but he’s very nice really. I am sure he is; he just wants understanding. Kathy will manage him—you see if she doesn't; he’s #0 fond of her, he'd do anything to please her.” “The boot will be on the other foot my dear,” said Don gruffly, “Hil yard will manage Kathy—she's as weak as water—and he'll just do what he likes with her—I'll bet you.” Jill was unconvinced, but she said | no more: she looked wistfully out of the window, The sunshine had even glorified the mean street; a pot of daffodils in a window opposite looked like purest gold in the light. Jil sighed heavily; she wondered what Tallentyre was doing—if he wad’ out somewhere in the park with his friends—if he had ever given her a thought since that memorable after noon #he had spent with him. It was very unlikely, she knew that: no doubt only a sudden impuise had driven him to take her out; no doubt he had laughed at himself since for what he had done. She bit her lip; perhaps he had even told the whole episode to Lady Elrica Hewing, and they had laughed together. The thought drove her to her feet, and sent her restieasly pacing the room. Was she never to have her chance? Was she always to be kept down—held back from freedom? Was ahe never to be allowed to make one vénturesome dash for the open sea, and leave the sluggish safety of the harbor behind? | Don spoke from the window; there was a shade of interest in his voice— “There's a taxicab stopping here I suppose It's come to the wrong Jil—it's Katry i Jil flew to the window, but she was too late to see her sis ter, she had gone on into the house, but Hillyard still stood for a moment on the path talking to the driver. A few children had gath ered around and were staring at him. Jill's heart swelled with pride; she was glad he was to be her brother-in-law; she was glad that he s such a smart man; oh, Kathy was lucky—lucky—to get all the things most women coveted, in ad dition to a man's whole-hearted de votign. “The cab’s going to walt,” sald Don. “I knew he wouldn't stay long if he could help it; wonder why he's*come . . .” But he was not left to wonder for jong; for the next minute Kathy was in the room—Kathy all smiles and blushes—Kathy in a new coat and wonderful hat... Kathy ; Jill took a step forward, then fell back with a stifled excla- mation. Kathy rushed to her. “I'm married . . . We were married this morning. Oh, Jill, don't look at me like that! I wanted Ralph to let me tell “you, but he wouldn't; he wanted {ft to be a sur. prise . ... Oh, I am so happy Jill had turned very white; she stood quite stiff and silent; in a vague way she was conscious of the expression of Don's eyes as they met her own across the room—an I told-youso look that somehow stab bed her to the heart. (Continued Tomorrow) oe ay A b ms rie | THEN GOES OUT INTHE PARK AND APPLAUDS DID You TRY To GET MR. OUFFS Loa di itil GEES IT ALL OVER ALREADY TAG? DID WE “WE STRTUES THINKING Wally Woodchuck and his wife blue mountain, stopping every few minutes for a drink at a spring or a brook. “My, it's a long way offt’ euid Wally at last. “When we started I thought it was just across about a hundred, and we're not half way there yet. Come on, Mra, Wally, we'll get there sometime, I suppose, as it's getting bigger and higher all the time. That's what I heard Seramble Squirrel say once. The ger it gets.” “If it wasn't for getting a nibble out sore.” “Oh, you're all right,” Wally as- }sured her. “Come on. As long as {t doesn't rain we're all right. But I don't suppose it will, as Mr. |Sprinkle Blow promised me dry |weather, There! I'm thirsty again have to have another drink." ri fo they hunted another spring, “The ground seems extra hard,” she complained 1} TRIED THREE TIMES AND THEY DON’T ANSWER! SHEE IF but it had very little water In It. lcontinued on their way toward the | Indeed, they soon drank it all up. Afterfiwhile they were thirsty again, and hunted three springs be- fore they found one with water in it “My! declared Wally. “I won- der what's wrong. But we'll be three fields, but we've passed about! there soon, now, I'm sure. The blue | mountain ts changing to brown and that’s a sign. It must be chocolate cake with white ing. Um Let's hurry, Mrs. Woodcbuc’ | So they burried, but poor Mrs. | Woodchuck's feet were VERY sore. nearer you are to anything, the big-|*The ground seems extra hard!” she | | complained: | “Oh, everything’s all right Just so at that good frosting,” panted Mrs. | long as it doesn't rain,” said Wally. | Wally, “I don’t believe that I could | But the next time they bunted for a! My feet are getting dread-| drink, they couldn't find any water | AT ALL! The springs and the creeks were as dry as the teacher's chalk. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) A man who weighs 200 pounds here on earth would tip the scales at about 75 if he moved to Mars. CALL ME UP AN’ HOME © 711 AND “TKEN “TRIES “TO TELEPHONE . HOME. WITH A FIRE ALARM BOX = ADVENTURES F OTHE TW! NS t™ ar * “And then, Admiral Eberle,” asked David, eagerly, “did you go right straight back to the Atlan- Ue coast and stay there till this year?” The admiral smiled as he re- Dlied. “No, David, no, there is not @ great deal of staying in any nayy man's life. Fin 1890 1 was again assigned to Pacific coast duty. “The government realized that a navy yard was necessary on the West coast, so a .site must be chosen. . “A number of places were anxious to secure this, “Port Townsend, Tacoma, Seat- Ue, Port Orchard and other points, each pressing the advantages of its own harbor for the govern- ment's use.” David interrupted again. “Well, Seattle is a lot better) and bigger than Bremerton. I don't see why you didn’t choose Seattle if you had a chance.” Again the admiral answered 1 with a smile. | “We choose our navy yard| sites in quite a practical way,” he | |] sald, “and while all those Sound |] cities offer good harbors, Bremer- |f ton’s harbors give better anchor- age. It has not so great a depth. | So that gave the yard to Bremer- ton. | “In 1897 I was here again to} test the dock. “I was at that time on board the battleship Oregon and was in drydock. “We were just hauling in when John Ames was smiling slightly, a sincere smile that one must have liked. He led the way to the settee in the living room, just the other side of the portieres, "I know I haven’t-any right to trouble you, but you seem to be the only sane person in a chaotic world, so I thought perhaps you wouldn't mind talking to me a little,” he be gan. “If there is anything I can do-" the words seemed so weak, so futile that I couldn't go on. “I need someone who can ser things in a way that TI can't, and tell me what is best; it is easy to be. that our vision -is all untrue haps I am that way now and about that that I wanted to talk.” 1 waited in silence for him to begin speaking again, “1 thought until last night,” he began slowly, ‘that life without Ila would be unbearable. I wanted to hold her in spite of herself and in spite of the fact that I know she per. it's come so blinded by oar own desires | WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) CHAPTER XVI—I LISTEN TO JOHN AMES’ DILEMMA |didn't care for me—any more, She been the to keep her.” His voice was wist- ful. “But last night-—I thought—per- haps there might be something else after all, and that we might—be happier—apart.” The words were |coming hard, It was a new idea to |John Ames, “She had always seemed like a but- terfly to me, a beautiful thing, so delicate that the slightest touch would mar her loveliness, the love- his eyes searching mine as they had lthe night before in the upstairs | room. “Whatewould she do then?” I ask: ed, sparring for time. “Why—imarry him, I suppose.” one woman in the! world to me and J had tried so hard} |liness which seemed to me to be the only desirable thing in life-- but—" Finally, “Would you do it?” he asked abruptly. | "Give her her freedom, you | mean?" | “Yest-and then—"* Again I felt | “Your brother? Would he get a} divorce, do you think?” I asked. “Don't you think so? Don't you} | think his wife would be glad to have | the tie broken, for he is nothing to her? They don't even make a pre-| tense any longer.” The husband of the woman who jonly a few hours before had acknowl edged to me her affection for an. | other man was offering now to free her and back of it was something | vaguely associated with myself. | Should I let them go on to some: | thing I knew neither of them really wanted? Should I agree with John! Ames that his plan was the wiser? Should I snatch at something which might be my own business-—or should T say the one word which might them back safely from the ede the preeipice? The + @ ows were lengthening in the long™ old room. 1 heard Lila Ames’ step on the stairs and } voice in the hall, giving the mald tn structions, She was just the other | side of the portieres, her was scenting the place, The door * * f OL Cleland 4 Page 449 ad 1890-1897-1898 | is in a class with the old Constitu- ENED perfume | }- } BELIEVE VD BETTER WIRE HELEN TO COME HOME AT BY BLOSSER WELL, JA S’POSE T WANT I DocroR, T SEE HOW NAUGHTY TAM INSIDE 7 {y BY AHE Lj 6 “THEY Ceattle » * a we received the news of the destruction of the Maine im the Havana harbor. “After that we safled thra the straits and were on the high seas when war was declared with Spain, and we knew nothing of it till we reached Rio de Janiero in Brazil.” “Oh,” breathed David, “then did you go right to the war?” “We stayed on at Santiago,” the admiral replied, “until after the battle. But later our ship. took the leading part in the great battle of Mgnila Bay. “I was a lieutenant at that time and Capt. Clark was in com mand. “But all that fs in your histor- | jes," he said, you no doubt know all about the battleship Oregon; it tion, historically.” David wished he might hear a great deal more of that naval bat- tle from a man who had lived thru It, but daddy was getting up to go and saying they had taken too much of the admiral’s time already, when ft seemed to the kiddies they had been listening only a minute and there was so much more to hear. “I remember all the fuss they had over the naming of your big mountain, too,” the admiral said, when he told them goodby. “And with all my memories, I feel that I am a sort of naval pioneer on your West coast.” closed behind her and she rode away. 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