The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 25, 1921, Page 11

Liss Copyright by {Omiinacd From Yesterday) Ot course, when Kathy comes Laem Jill resumed eagerly, as she a across the table at Tallon. everything will be changed; Fae badn’t any time, poor darling, me to things before she went t 1 know she will when she home. We agreed that if of us married a man with weer we would look after the other me D wants to go somewhere we sball be near a park—he very little pleasure really, ted wistfully, “I know and irritable sometimes, a Kathy didn’t get on very pat ali the same, of course M Wook after him pow.” course,” said Tallentyre quiet t* he asked. said Jill, ungrammatically. [don't expect I shall stay on Mr. Sturgess. Kathy Na 7 to say she had a er typist, would she? . . . want ber to do anything for pel don’t expect it, of course; but cht perhaps Ralph could get Detter post—he must know such of people—doesn’t het" * ee 2n8 hae ee! be did not took at Jil as he “What sort of post?” he ed suddenly shook her head. ‘@on't know; I'm not a Dit clever that's the trouble. We none much of an education, and myself typewriting and ; I'm afraid that's all T can “Your lunch will be cold if m don't eat it soon,” he said whim- “Tm afraid I talk too "m with you" she Rever talk so much ‘else. @m honored.” he said them in se ee ggpearci a It is a cold, without MONEY. A RRR RAO ~ BB make money him and his future. Pecting a | | Save it. i@ the ONE man? _. Assume that you _ hundred ninety-nine Start a SAVINGS regularly. K The National Bank of Commerce 'S of Second Avenue and Spring Street . RSDAY, AUGUST 25, 1921, (PWNS OF THE WoRLD”| if By RUBY M. AYRES Bobbs- Merrill % $} “You—sort of make me want to tell you things,” she said in halting explanation, “Thank you,” he said again gently Ji was too excited to be hungry; she only made a pretense of eating “That was Ralph's sister with you this morning, wasn't it? she asked presently Tallentyre colored @ little. “Yeo—how_did you know?" “One of the clerks in the office told me." “1 see" he leaned back in his chair, “She was going shopping in the West End, and I loathe going shopping--with some women,” he added as an afterthought. Ji drew a long breath, “Do you? I think it must be the hicest thing im all the world to have plenty of money, and spend a whole day buying new clothes,” she said. “I have told you before that you are surprisingly worldly,” he an- swered, JD laughed, . “Yes, I think I should be, if I had nothing else to think about, and lots of money,” she sid; she grew aud. dently serious, “Mr. Tallentyre, do Don’t tive Income to invest funds in a securities. fr you have money idle it will be to ad- to Seattle Local Improve- ment Bonds. They not only bring you | an attractive income, but you aid in + building up our home city. We have 00 denominations. MU LL Consider This hard fact that no civilized man can live contentedly or die respectably _ The sooner a man realizes that he is | probably NOT one of the few men who can FAST, the better it will be for _ A thousand men spend as they go, ex- by and by to “make money” and Bas in a thousand does. Why should anyone felieve himself to be you remember that Satvationist?* He made a little grimace, “Deo I noti™ he said, “Well, his words have haunted me "jever eince that Sunday,” she told him simply. “Not the religious part of thom, but what he said about leaving the troublesome sea of life for the harbor of safety; it's going to be the other way about with me! Some day-—-some day poon, 1 believe ——my life will be utterly ditferent— quite, quite changed.” “What do you mean?” “Only that I should be sorry to see you otherwise than as you are now: if your life changed very much, you would change teo—" “No, I shouldn't; I should etill be the same, and like the same people, fo matter what happened—even if I were as rich as Croesus, and they were as poor as...as...” “As I am,” he finished rather jicalty. She looked at him tnterestedly. call you poor,” she scorn, =“ well, T am}—try some of it— “And Uke me, Croesus,” | whirl of boring social engagements, are one of the nine and take no chances. account and add to it =| went back down the stairs with her, THE SEATTLE STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFFS DADDY'S BOY 1S HOME AGAIN AND HE DID SOME FAST GROWING WHILE HE WAS ON HIS VACATION! GETTING TO BE SOME You TO HUSKY GUY! HEY, KID? ™“ his monocle on a silk handkerchief “I don’t think I will answer that question today,” he sald. CHAPTER IX Kathy stayed in Paris for three weeks. She sent numerous posteards to the Hitle house in Acacia Terrace; cards which Don read with a sneer, | “It's too much trouble to write a} letter, I suppose,” he sald. Kathy bad written ons letter, only JI had kept it back; its almost pa-| thetic happiness scemed somehow” too sacred a thing to show to Don JID read it and reread it when ahe| was by herself, trying to put herself | in Kathy's place; trying to realize! what a wonder it must be to be mar. | ted to & man one loves, and a rich man, to boot! At present JIM put money and the things It would buy, a long long way | before love, All her life she had never known what it was to have any money of her own to spend: ever since the milkman had had to be considered | and put axide for, before anything | else; and it was an advent in her life to buy a new pair of entton glover; only her most extravagant dreams ever led her eager fect into shops where one was lost In a eea| of frocks and silk petticoats and| French boots, During the three weeks of Kathy's absence, she had seen Tallentyre twice, Once he came to the office| whenwhen she was there alone, and stayed chatting with her a few min. utes; once she met him outside—by accident, she thought, by design, Tal- lontyre could have told her, Ho was busy, he aaid—explaining that business with him meant « from which there was no escape. Jil laughed and told him that he did not know what was good. | ‘Shen ts home,” Jim She got up earty to clean the tittle went to the office, looxkas nice as possible; sixperien, which she cou! some roses; made zit ga* ti ge g it 8 ; [; gn: i Hi iq 5 5 H : i i | i 8 5 5 what Tallentyre was doing. She had not seen him for nearty a week—a long week it had seemed. She wondered if he knew where she lived; she had never told him, and she had never allowed him to go nearer home with her than the cor. ner of the Grey's Inn road; sore how she was morbidly sure that the a environments of Acacia Ter- race would shear their acquaintance of what little romance he might tind attaching to herself and her shabby clothes. As she turned the bend tn the stone staircase, she almost ran into a man who was coming up; she pulled up short—the grayness of evening made the stairs very dark and shadowy. “| beg your pardon,” she said, then stopped, catching her breath. “Oh, Mr. Tallentyre!” Tallentyre laid his hand over hers as it rested on the fron balusters. “Zo you are here then? ...” his voice sounded oddly disappointed; Jill wondered what he meant. He was in evening dress; the loose overcoat he wore half open, and she caught a gleam of @ diamond stud and an expanse of immaculate shirt front. “T've been working tate,” she said. “What do you mean” He did not answer; he turned and Ji walked as far away from him as possible; she felt horribly poor and dowdy In her office clothes; her throat ached with unghed tears. She had never before felt the difference between her life and his so acutely, There was a taxi waiting at the curb. “T'm going to drive you home,” Tallentyre sid. “No, please don’t re- fuse—it’s euch an unexpected pleas ure to see you.” “T've been working late,” JM sald again; she felt a little apprehensive: she looked up at him, “Where are you going?” she asked. “1 was asked to dinner with some friends, It's too late to turn up now, tho; I shall look in presently for an hour or so.” His voice was evasive, “Have you heard from, your sister] I'm GETTIN’ BIGGER! EVERETT TRUE = ANO VER Wese PLIMSNTARY ARovrT ME ? nv THING SOMETIMES AW THe SLAMS OURS AMS TO and they eald you were = Jill gave a little cry. tnebel On, Mr. Talla firet, in... “I know It's silly; I know I ought Sto be ashamed of myself for mind- ing: but... but I didn’t want you to know—how horrid my life is,” she said stumblingty. “You're so different —and I Just wanted you to—to think the best of me you could.” He sat staring down at the floor of thé taxi, and for a moment there was silence, “Do—do you think I'm horrid? Ji asked, with a little touch of dread in her voice, Tallentyre roused himself; he checked a sigh. dear—" he eald gently, “perhaps it would be wise of me to tell you what YI think,” and the si- lence fell again, and lasted til) they turned the corner by the green rall- ings, and stopped at No. 6. It had seemed such a short, short Grivet Jilt wished passtonately, that ft need never have come to an end; she got out of the cab and stood for & moment with Tallentyre on the pavement. She looked up at Don's window ap- prehensively; she was glad that the blind was drawn, and that he was not looking out. Tallentyre paid and dismissed the driver, “And now may I come tn and see—|~ Don? he asked. She blushed up to her eyes. * “You!—come in and see Don}—oh, no!” “Why not?” She did not know why she had refused #0 quickly; she wanted him to come more than anything in the world, and yet she stood hesitating and undecided, “Please! said Tallentyre. “"Very—well,” she moved slowty to the door; she fumbted with the handle and opened it. The narrow pasemge seemed more etifling and un- savory than ever before, she thought despairingly; her cheeks burned aa she led the way up the narrow stairs, He would never want to see her again now he knew where she lived. “These houses were not built for a man my height,” ‘Tallentyre said jok- ingly; he had to stoop as he went. Jil did not look at him; she wondered what Don would say—what sort of a mood he would be ini.she went on hurriedly into the little room, (Continued Tomorrow) Tee REMAGK THat Re A Be Quwess, ME Sav JOHNSON DON’T YOU come THEN LETS HEsR ONS INSTEAD OF It Certainly Agreed With Olivia “Tom, 'M AFRAID I'LL HAVE TO ASK GO ON AN ERRAND THE FIRST “THING. YOULL HAVE To GoTo THE GROCERY! 4 ALLRIGHT, BUT | WANT To SEE OLIMIA ‘FIRST! 3 HEARD HIM MAKE ceed $s Mrs. Woodchuck, it’s snow.” When Wally Woodchuck and his ‘Wife arrived at the top of the moun- tain, which had changed to @ brown, rocky mountain, it hadn’t rained for days and day, and they bafn't had @ drink for dear knows when. “Hurry, Mrs, Woodchuck,” urged ‘Waly. “We've just a few more feet to climb, then we can taste the white frosting that seems to be so thick everywhere, and Start back home. One thing sure, Mr. Sprinkle-Blow has kept his promise about the rain. Not a drop since we left! Wally took a few more steps and reached the white stuff that he thought was frosting and dug bis face down deep to take « large bite. Suddenly he gave a whistle of de light. “Oh, Jimmy? he cried, licking his parched lips.) “Hurry up, Mrs. ‘Woodchuck, it's snow. I see what Sprinkle-Blow meant when he said it was frosting. What he really meant was frost. Um, yum! It's better than spring water and Wally licked up a mouthful. In fact, he and Mrs. Wally ate snow until they thought they would burst. At the door of Grace's room I knocked softly. “Who is it? the voice which came from within was quite com- posed. “Helga Sorensen,” I replied and then, slowly, the door opened. “Well?” Grace was smiling. Sh? passed a band over her forehead and replaced a hair /pin or two. “Quite 4 little party, wasn't {t—too bad it had to happen right at your door. I hope we didn’t startie you?” She was almost laughing. “I'm afraid I don’t understand,” I sald, “Was it about the note |that was thrown into my window? \How did you know about it—were | you connected with it?” Not until I asked that did J real |ize what it might mean, Tom had written the note; of that I was positive. But if it had gone thru Grace's hands before reaching me, how did it happen? Tom must have known her, but how? He must [have seen ber last night—it couldn't OLIVIA, DID You ENJOY Your VACATION P YES, BUT 1F'S THE LAST “TIME LL EVER GO ON ONE! BY CONDO | THE OLD HOME TOWN ¢ é (dd =f (* + To THE DEPOT. Sprinkle Blow on his magic um- brelia aaid to Nancy and Nick in their Green Shoes (they had followed, you know}, “Didn't I tell you that Wally would like snow better than icing by the time he got to it?” But what was that Mrs. Waly was saying? It was something about being ahead of time, and that she and her husband had better craw! under the snow for six months and go to sleep. Wally wasn't sure about it “No,” said Sprinkle Blow, appear. ing beside them. “Go home and spend the rest of the summer in peace. Wally, do you want more dry weather for your return trip?” “No,” answered Wally. “Will you Please open your barrel marked ‘Regular Pourdowns.’ I didn’t know what I was saying before.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) ‘The Arabs believe that it takes a man 30 days to clean his mouth after whistling. WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Beattie Star) have been fust a chance meeting. I felt worried and wished that I had stayed out of the affair, for even though I had refused to marry Tom, { didn't want to find that he wasn't on the square. “This was just what I was afraid of when we staged that little show at your door, Miss Sorensen—I didn't want you to wonder about things and I didn’t want to have to tell you a lot of things, But now,” she shrugged her shoulders and laughed helplessly, “it must be either one thing or the other; you will always wonder how it happened and perhaps blame someone.” “You needn't tell me—we can for get that there ever was a note.” “Yes, Miss Sorensen, that would be lovely,” dryly, “but it happens that\ folks do not forget those little things, No one ever forgets any- thing! It may be out of their mind temporarily, but it has made its im- pression, it has had its effect on the future, And so it would be with the Pores: “THE WOMEN FOLKS ARE UP IN ARMS .BECAUSE TRAIN COMES IN JUST AT DINNER T/ME. AND ALL.THE MEN RUN DowN Page “The afternoon sun was far down toward the tops of the tall fir trees, ite slanting rays fell on the savages as they stood about the edges of the clearing and showed their gleaming black eyes and dusky faces all too clearty to Mttle Shan as she sat huddled on the doorstep of the unfinished school house. “Shan’s heart beat hard against her, the book which had been in- teresting enough to make her for. get everything else, her errand, the fiying minutes and hurrying hours, @innertime, everything she should-have been remembering all day. “And now when it was nearly sunset, here she was, a mile and @ half from any white man‘s help, @ mile and a half of dense forest between her and her home. “A tall Indian came forward and jabbered in his own language and tried to talk by signs. “But Shan spoke only English and could only guess at what the map said. He came nearer, and by his signs made her understand CHAPTER XVIII—GRACE CAMERON SURPRISES ME note—t would leave a scar. “Uniess I tell you certain things, you will begin to question the pyr- pose of a certain man whom you and I know—and I don't want you to question him.” She looked at me oddly. “You puzzle me.” “No, I do not puzzle you. Those were empty words—Miss Sorensen. I might have puzzled Mrs, Ames be- cause her kind of a woman never understands why any woman wants to be honest with any other woman —or man for that matter—but I'm sure that you can understand that there are some women who want to be honest with their fellows, ‘Those are the women who have lived, or are living, close to the heart | live | good or bad lives according to the | of things, and whether they ard makes little dif. ference—t re honest in their at- titude their fellows. “The women like Mrs, Ames are the ‘ones who cause the trouble, Miss world's st that book as she clasped it to|* BuyeD We « NUMBER 451 that he was asking, “Where are your men? And she told him the men were cutting down trees, pointing a little way down the hill and pretending that she knew they were there. Be “But the savage wasn't fooled at all, he stooped towards her till his face was almost against her own, and told her he didn’t be Heve ft. “Poor little frightened, helpless Shan! Just one little girl and all those strong, brown savages against, her.’ The Indian laughed a horrid, teasing laugh, and all the others laughed with him. “Then the man who had spoken motioned a fellow who was near and they were just about to take Shan and drag her away a captive when the Old Chief came up, “Shan couldn't talk to him and tell him how frightened she was, nor how she wanted to go home to her mother, but he knew. “And he saved her life. “Shan stood like a statue in the doorway until the whole tribe had passed. “Then she made a record run for home. And Shan lives in Portland today.” ‘ Sorensen. Mrs. Ames ts not living; she is just in the fringe.” I had known the little “upstairs girl” was far from unattractive physically, but now I found her above the average mentally. I won- dered why she had’ stayed just an “upstairs girl.” “Tom Bradford gave me that note and asked me to see that it reached your hands, I didn't want you to know that he gaye it to me and that is why I took the means that I did to get it to you.” “Why didn't you want me to know?" I asked, fearing to hear the answer. During the silence which followed it seemed to me that Grace was bat tling with her emotions; then— “I met Tom Bradford four years ¥ ago—I know he never mentioned Grace Cameron to you?” The question was a trifle wistful. (To Be-Continied) San Juan Islands BY STEAMER SIOUX Complete time card and rates mailed you if you call Main 3993, Or inquire Information Window, Colman Dock. Puget Sound Navigation " Company