The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 24, 1921, Page 9

“WINDS OF By RUBY iit Copyright by (Continued From Yesterday) Wiltyard had followed his wife now, Je stood in the doorway smiling, and fg Uttle shy. He cartied a silk hat fp his hand; there was a white flower his coat; he came forward and gook hands with Jill rather awk warily. “Kathy wanted me to tell you Put I thought we would keep it a eemplete surprise..." he looked at pis wife admiringly. The new clothes ade auch a difference—such a won gertul difference. Jill recognyed the ghange already, and it seemed like the first little hollow of a gulf which would presently arise and sep arate them finally, She tried to smile and my how she was) she tried to con gratulate Hillyard, but somehow the words seemed to #tick in her throat ghe could only stare at them—at Kathy, blushing and beautiful in her expensive clothes, and Hillyard—her dusband. He was a slight, gentlemanly man good looking in a rather ordinary (way, with fair hair and a small mus tache at which he pulled nervously aa he spoke. Re looked at his wife all the time after a slight nod to Don, he had ignored him: Jill noticed it, and her heart swelled with anger. He might have made allowances for the poor boy thought fierce bw. Presently Kathy followed her into bedroom, ¢ closed the door, their and gave Jill a big hug. “You're not angry with me; I wanted to tell you, but Ralph qwouldn't let me. .°, He wanted it ‘all to be so quiet—on account of his ‘father’s death, I suppose. There was pebody there but just his sistér and ‘Mr, Tallentyre .. ." , “Mr. Tallentyre™ echoed Jill fuinuy “Yeo—he's Ralph's great friend; I gent like him very much, but Ralph the world of him, Jill—do you like my hat?’ “It's lovely . . (married in church | “No... 1 wanted to be, but Ralph ‘Bid no; so he got a special license— ‘& must have cost heaps of money— pod we were married in a registrar's Mice. It was very horrid—1I should dave liked a church much better— yet Ralph says so many people do It sew—so I gave in—I didn't really Kathy—were you She could for the tears in her smiled bravely. “And T” she asked present ++.” Jill echoed the fly; it had always been thi of her life to go to Paris. Kathy, you lucky, lucky lucky because he loves me,” fe mid slowly. “But--somehow 1 ink I'd have been luckier if—if Té just been married in all my old ae —vith +... + With you and im the church to wish me tuck.” was a little silence; Jill was MMraid to speak; there was a lump in Ber throat, choking her. "I wish you luck—anyway, you oe” she managed to say “Hil—darting ...” they were in @th other's arms now, clinging to- Sether as if they could not bear to bart, “Nothing will ever be the same ‘min.” Kathy sobbed piteously very happy—but . .. oh, I ain't bear to think that the old life le ended and done with.” “The new life will be ever so much better,” Ji comforted her bravely “At I shall see you often...” "You wili—you promise... you Won't let tt make any difference?” “Of course not! And—oh, don’t @y, Kathy—Ralph will think that 70 ate sorry—or that you don’t love “He couldn't ever think that; he I love him better than any thing in ali the world,” but she dried tyes obediently and smoothed her Miffled hair beneath the new and tapensive hat. Presently they went back/to the room; Hillyard was standing by the window: he turned with an air relief when the two girls entered “We must be going, darling..." fm quite ready...‘ Kathy bent to kiss Don Se flowing again #4 them furtively away; she Jill, and the tears broke out the tears i; whe ran away downstairs and) ™ into the cab hurriedly to hide” Mer face, To can cadliy jearn to dance at Feighe 1604 4th, cor, Pine~Adv. ben-Opto for the Eyes | nd eye specialists pre Bon-Opto a safe home fn, the treatment of eye and (to strengthen eye- fold under money refund by al! druggiste Advertisement, Fe ly; for’the first time she felt resent: | ment towards this new brother-in | now — she | THE WORLD” M. AYRES Robbs-Moerrill s3eesstt The woman who kept the house had heard of the wedding: she came to the door with some rice in a biue grocer’s bag and threw it after Kathy. “Good luck to you, miss | ahe called good naturediy, A crowd of children on the pathway raised a | whrtt! cheer; Hillyard came out, look ing red and a little annoyed. Jill | had not followed him; she wae up at the window, which she had opened but she could see nothing for the blinding tears in her eyes, Kathy peered out of the taxi window, there was a flutter of a white glove—a| gleam of golden hair, and they were gone, : “Well, that's the last we shall see of them,” said Don grimly, when the whirr of the taxt had died away in the distance, “You mark my words, that's the last we shall see of them, JM = win bing | CHAPTER VIIT | ‘Tallentyre called at Mr, Sturgens’ office om the Monday after Kathy's wedding. . Jil heard his volee outside the door broke down into bitter sob. before he opened it, but she did not) glance up from her work, tho her heart beats quickened a little, and) she was conscious of the warm color that flew to her face, | Tallentyre was not alone; tho Jil never raised her eyes, she knew as plaingy as Vf she had looked that there was a woman—a young woman —with him, They passed on into Mr. Sturgess | private room, and the door was shut. | IM stepped writing; she hag made at least a dozen mistakes during the few seconds it had taken Tallentyre | to crows the office: ahe screwed the } sheet of paper impatiently in her hand. There was @ faintly lngering smell of expensive scent in the of. floe—two of the clerks on the other side of the room were talking to- gether in an undertone, and chuck | ling. Jill looked across at them—she was longing to ask who the woman with Tallentyre was, but she waa afraid to, It seemed an eternity to Jil be fore that inner door reopened and Tallentyre came out again; she beard him speaking; heard him ask in his lazy volce— “I'm sorry—shall I pick you dp prano that answered him— } “Ob, don’t bother; I may be ever #0 long.” They went out together, and pres [ently Tallentyre came back alone Jil knew that be looked at her as he | Passed, but she would not meet his eyes; she wondered why it was that she felt so angry. One of the clerks came across to her; he laid some letters on her desk to be typed: she plucked up her cour age and asked him who the lady was who had just gone out; she saw his smile widen @ little ag he answered, “That's Mrs. Machen...” “Mrs. Machen!" Jill echoed the name with a little catch in her breath —Hillyard sister-in-law! She wished now that she had looked at her; wished that she had seen what sort of a woman it was with whom she would present- ly have to make friends, for, of course, when Kathy came back from Paris, she would wish her brother and sister to be introduced to her new relatives. “Really™ she said interestedly, “Was it really Mra. Machen?” The young man looked amused. “What do you know about her?” he asked. “Why are you so inter. estea™” _ Jit) laughed, “My sister married her brother last Saturday,” she said with a touch of pride. He stared— “Your—sister?” he did not believe her, she could see. I'm blessed,” he said. He went back to his desk, and told the other clerks, and they all looked across a¢ Jill in terestedly. , She smiled to herself as she went on with her work: soon Mr. Sturgess’ office would know her no more; soon there would no longer be any need for her to hammer @ typewriter till her head ached; no need to pinch arid screw and scrape. “Good morning,” said Tallentyre's voice at her elbow. , Ji had been #6 engrossed with her thoughts that she had not heard his steb; she raised startled eyes. “Good morning,” she said. She knew that the clerks were lis tening with all their ears; she hoped Tallentyre would not say anything she would mind them hearing. What he sald was— “I expected to meet yon at your sister's wedding on Saturday.” Jil fushed crimson; she felt horrt bly mortified; she raised her head a little touch of dignity, couldn't go—my-—-my brother was too ill to be left.” She hoped that he would not guess she was teling him a lie; she wondered why be thought she had kept away. “We can Pever leave him when he is i!i,” she added desperately. “I nee,” his grave eyes searched Ler face; he stood hesitating for a moment beside her, then he turned and walked away. Jit heard him go achingly: It seemed impossible now that she could lever hope to live in the same sphere lof life as this man; at that moment | it came home to her with dreary con- viction that no matter how hard she ptried or how eagerly she longed to | get out of this monotonous rut, she | would never be able to do x0. | the desire’ of the moth for the star; it would be far more sensible fo give up her ambition—to force her- seit to contentment But when she went out to lunch, | she found Tallentyre waiting outside for her. “[ thought you were never com ing,” he said. “Where shall we go?” He had-fallen into step beside as a matter of course. “| generally have a bun and a glass of milk,” gaid Jill. She tried not to look glad to see him, but her spirita had gone up like rockets; she feit if she were treading on air in stead of on the hard London pave ment. ‘Tallentyre laughed. “Well, you won't have a bun and milk today,” he said, “I'm hungry, and 1 can't possibly | cat a meal anywhere later?’ and the sharp so-/ sistewt = Kathy's new | It was) @Et, A wroLe Buch Tie! BELIEVE ME THAT'S SOME Guy! | | EVERETT TRU. \THE ADPRESSES You If I CAN HARDLY READ PUT A N@Ww RIBBON ON THE TVCE WRITER AND ‘There was a little pause. “Wer,|/DO THEM RVtSuT — |THATSS WHAT ;TOV'RE Pap For !! i | } FRECKLES’ AND HIS FRIENDS ON THESE GNVELOPS ARG [Too DIM AND INDUSTINe Ts E= EVEN IN THIS NORTH LUGHT |HoW ABOUT THE HARD = WORKING Postar CLERKS F THE wRoTs HEM EF you.” “NO, but you will,” he sald calmly. Jill would have given anything to | contradict him; anything to have put |her head in the air and told him that he was taking too much for granted, but she kept silent. She wanted to be with him; she wanted to hear what he had thought of Kathy, and the wedding—what he had been doing since they last met He took her to @ small restaurant and found a corner table; when he | had given his order, he looked across jat her. “Why weren't you at your sister's wedding?’ he asked again. | Beneath his cool eyes she knew it | would be useless to try and make further excuses; all her pride and determination seemed to melt away in the most humiliating fashion; she | told him the trembling truth. “Because 1 wasn't asked.” His gray eyes widened behind their monocle “Not—asked!” he echoed blankly. io—" a big tear welled over and hed down onto Jill's coat; her quivered. “they didn’t ask me—they never even told me: I didn't know anything about it tilltill—after they were | matrried.” ‘Tallentyre’s monocle fell with an agitated tinkle against a coat button. “What @ damned shaine,” be suid hotly. . Jill tried to laugh: she wiped her tears away, and laughed again, “Yee—I thought so too,” she said, with a choke in her voice, “But— but after all—if they didn’t want me to be there . "her voloe failed her, He was looking at her with a strange expression in his eyes; for a moment he sat silent, as if not know alone.” “1 did not say I would come with ing what to say. g “Don't think I’m blaming Kathy,” fam broke out agitatedly. “She has ja perfect right to do what she likes jat her own wedding; but— it did seem hard—we—we've always been such pals " she choked down a sob. “Perhaps it's a good thing she didn’t want me to be there anyway,” she said again with a little rush. “I hadn’t got a decent frock to wear for one thing, and I dare say I should only have cried, and made an idiot | of myself.” | She put her handkerchief away, }and looked at him with a wintry | smile, He had taken up the menu card and was staring at it-with a sort of | flerceness, “I'm sure tt wasn't Kathy's fault nyway,” Jill rushed on again with pathetic eagerness, “You see—well . « there! we won't talk about it any more.” The waiter was bearing down upon them with lunch; when lhe had gone— “What did you think of her? Don’t you think she Is per fectly lovely?” Jil asked him, She leaned a little forward, her eyes shining mistily after their recent tears. he answered absently. there was a world of scorn voice. “Is that the only in Jil word you can find?” she demanded, He half emiled. haired women “T am!” said Jill devoutly. “I love them! I wish my hair was like Kathy's... you ought to have seen her in her new clothes—" she broke off with @ little conscious laugh. “Am 1 boring you?” she asked him wist- fully. “Not jn the least; I am Immonsely interest#d,”" _Continueg Tomorrow) SEATTLE WHY, MR DUFF! WHAT 1S THE bah 6-7 wiTH Por AIN'T I BEEN A Good Boy SINCE T STARTED TO SUNDAY riknock at her door, STAR TELEGRAM! FAMILY COMING HOME TODAY 1! By the time Wally Woodchuck and his wife reached the blue mountain (it was @ brown mountain now) they hadn't had a drink of water for I don’t know how long. Mr. Sprinkle Biow on his magic umbrella and Nancy and Nick in their magic Green Bhoes, felt #0 sorry for them that the fairy weatherman sald, “I think I'll just ride up to the sky and turn the spigot on my barrel of ‘Nice Warm Rain.” That wouldn't make it very muddy for Wally and hia wife, and it would certainly give them atdrink, I didn’t think when I vacation that they would need so many drinks. But I might have known, Wally is the greatest drinker in all Meadow-Grove Land or Whis- pering Forest.” But just as he was about to start away, Wally looked at the sky again and said, “My, I hope it doesn’t rain until our vacation is over, 1 enough to be thirsty without to traipse thru mud!* So Sprinkle-Blow didn" Well, Wally and Mrs, Woodchuck climbed and climbed up the brown A Big Day for Tom HOW LONG BEFORE} NOT FOR. Tw *AN' MOM "TRUSTS }{ YES, VES ME NOW, Don'r SUB SUE, PoP? Wally and Mrs. Woodchuck climbed and climbed and climbed’ mountain. They had discovered of course, by this time that it was not chocolate cake, or any other kind of cake that the mountain was made of, but they had Sprinkle-Blow's word for it that the white stuff was frost- ing. They weren't so hungry for the | frosting by this time, however, hav- ling their minds on being so thirsty. |But you know how it is, when one sets his mind on having a vacation and getting somewhere in particular, he's going to have it and get it. ‘That's the way it ts. People plan and ,plan and think they have to promised them dry weather on their|have their own way. Then they're) not happy when they get it after all, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) Distracted mother: “Oh, dear, what shall I do with baby?" Bright little sister: “Didn't we get & book of instructions with it?” ‘William Jennings Bryan has been Pinched for speeding. happened to him when he was run- ning for offide. In my room that night I took out Tom's note again. 1 wondered how it was that he'always knew what 1 was doing. And I wondered what he would think in the future. In connection with John ‘Ames I had a queer, breathless feeling. I had gone to my room early and I listened for his step as it passed vovely! he echoed the words|my door and loved the decision vaguely. “Who—oh, your sister!) of it. Oh, yes! I thought she looked very| 1 was only about 10 o'clock when 1 heard Lila Ames open and cloae the door of her room. She had re- turned, Then, as I lay there between the cool white sheets, There was long interval, and then, "Come." 1 couldn't their conversation, “You have selected rather a bad hour for making calls, John—I was about to go to bed.” * “Yes—Lila—" Ho was utterly lost. ‘m sleepy! “Lila--I just wanted to—" his voice faltered like that of @ fright- ened boy, 1 heard a ight4 (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) “1 think anything you have to say will keep until morning! Good. night!” The door of Lila Amest room closed with a smart bang, | 1 closea my eyes. I was stunned for him. I wanted to rush out after him jand beg him to finish those two un- finished sentences, that I might say the thousand and one things a woman can suy—and I wanted to mean them. But I could omy stay there mo- tionless ana silent and wait until | morning. For a while a vague sense of some- thing pending kept me alert. 1 |listened—for what I did not know. fot have come, for it was daylight when I awakened again. Slipping hastily into my clothes, I was just about to open my door when I heard voices in the hall- way. . I recognized Grace, one of the upstairs girls, “Yes, ma'am! I did? Grace was This never O HOURS NET! 1” +OF CORSE DOES in Portland that they met the pioneer whose memories of the Oregon country went back as far as the year 1849. That was two years before the Dennys and the Bells and the Borens came to build the first homes in Seattle. ‘When Chief Sealth was still Tuling the people in our part of the country, because “the people” were all Indians, The story is of @ young girl who walked across the plains in 1847, all the way, and drove a Nock of sheep those thousands of miles to the new country which ‘was going to be her home, hers and her family’s, of course. The Uttle girl's name was Shan. One day Shan's mother sald to her, “You will have to go.over to the school house today, dear, but it’s a beautiful day and you will not mind the walk alone.” { “Oh, no! I'll like it,” Shan answered. “I'm glad to go, mother.” ‘So she went off gaily on her er- rand. ‘When she went into the school room it was all quiet and still, and as the nejghborhood books were there well as the school books, she looked them over to see if there was anything she wanted to read. She found a book called FER \ WHEN A WOMAN TELLS . By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER XVII—LILA AMES TRIES A TRICK AND FAILS saying with an insolent sort of em. phasis. “Why?” It was the voice of Lila | Ames with all of its feathersome gna iaeee gone. “Because 1 knew it was meant for her!—You didn't think I'd throw her |note to you, did you?” with a fine disregard for consequences, “Grace—I'm not used to hearing |my maids speak to me in that tone! Please be a little more respectful!” Lila was losing egntrol. “And I'm not used to being asked why I do things—as long as they don’t concern anyone else!” sullenly. “I'm going to tell you something,” Lila Ames’ voice had suddenly grown confidential and velvety, help hearing part of|/ But what I was waiting for must | ‘Miss Sorensen didn’t get.that note | at all—I have it and T know more) than you think about it.” 1 waited breathlessly, wondering if the trick would work. But Grace un- derstood human nature, for a few seconds later I heard her say: “That {s too old a gamé, Mrs. Ames.” Suddenty the girl's tone had | er assumed a superior quality and Mant about it—Advert PAGE 9 BY ALLMAN JUST TWO MORE HOURS THEYLL Ait BE HOME looked as if she understood why Shan got so interested in it. ground of the clearing right around the school house, but Shan didn't see the sun nor the black shadows; she turned page after page of the closely printed book and her heart beat with excite ment as she lived the adventures of the romantic characters in-the story. Hour after hour she read, for- getting even to be hungry, and that is quite a bit of forgetting for a normal girl. Py ‘was well past the middle of e afternoon when mething caused her to look up. * It was not a sound, it was more a feeling, and when she raised her eyes, there before her stood @ band of wild Indians, (To Be Continued) | yee, sort of finish. “When I tossed that note into Miss Sorensen's window, you were blowing a kiss downstairs to Philip Ames, your brother-in-law —I saw you thru the window as I tossed the note up. Now it is your privilege to fire me.” Then I heard footsteps flying In the direction of the maid's quarters and the banging of a door, Shortly Lila walked back past my door iato her own room. 1 waited until quiet had returned to the atmosphere and then slipped out down the hall, (To Be Continued) The silmerine method of curling the hair is the proper thing before going motoring, boating or golfing, or indulging in gfy outdoor sport or exercise, This will not only give the hair the most beautiful, wavy and rance imaginable, will not take the rliness is quickly acquired’ and lasts much Jonger than where waving tongs are used. Resides, the hair wilP be bright and lustrous, instead of dull and dead looking. When combed out it will be as nice and fluffy as if it had Just been shampooed. Just get a bottle of liquid silmer- ine at any drug or department ators, follow the accompanying directions, and you will be simply delighted with the result. 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