The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 27, 1921, Page 11

SATURDAY, =_—-- AUGUST 27, an {Continued From Yesterday) Jit hardly heard what Tallentyre was saying, the stérm of sobs were @oking her: she had to fight for gatcommand. Tallontyre let her she did not speak to her again gome minutes; he stood staring down at the dying fire, thinking bard. ‘This was & phase of lite which had rto escaped his notice: poverty and the struggte life meant to some people had only been a thing of qbich he had heard, or read; he had before rubbed shoulders with te shadbdiness. He had always tm agined that such an experience qould disgust him; but now his only gonaciour desire was to help. was practically penniless him. he owed more money than he ever hope to repay, unless- he took Sturgess’ advice and Lady Birlea Hewing-—or gomedody equally rich m None to her fect beside him; we was not in the least pretty at ; her face waa flushed her hair ed untidity; she twisted « eal hanikerchief between her fingers, but Tallentyre had never felt more tenderly towards her than ia then; with sudden impulse he her hand fn his and held tt , and eo they stood for a few te without speaking, Jit ‘an odd sort of comfort tn the his fingers: she glanced them once—her own hand brown and work-roughened smooth whiteness of his stone from a ring he wore gieam of firelight, wickedly. with a little she eal, “TI elt, out ie Ht t 4 i Re a ? i at? az hy meant to her 5 i iil & a #3 Has i i if Ht j z . | EE i ar i t 5 TEE it le 3 fi i £ . hi ifr it $f $ Hs 8 & z i sn3 i : t i Lt i ; i RE I j i z | 2 i 3 . i i g 2! f : i th £ g wal he wt eat a iit ijt i : ; then,” she said tn stared—“Jill"—her voice you would have been sorry.” Kathy cast an appealing glance at ber husband, but he did not turn. “Don has been iI] before,” she aatd @ulckly, “and always got better, You unkind to speak to me like 3 ‘get how unkind you've . gaid Jill; she had to to steady It. elit 33g? r 3 every moment her eyes ; Jill could not be sure she wanted him to go away leave them together or whether Wanted him to turn around and WBterfore, but he just stood there— tly taking no Interest in they were saying. "Do you want to see Don?” Jil Mked; she felt as if Kathy were just . in her new beautiful and with that oddly nervous pression in her blue eyes. “Of course I want to see him,” j anid falteringly: she followeA {nto the inner room, and stood down at Don. ill noticed that she kept her hand the door as if anxious for It not fe be shut. ia was asleep; for a little while WMA forgotten his pain, his hand- fome face looked almost childish as Me lay there with his curly hair back, and his lips a little it i FE “He—he doesn’t look #0 very iI,” Kathy falteringly: she did not Afy nearer to him. The doctor sayn that he has never M4 such a bad attack,” Jill answered Gittly; she stood beside the bed In @ HM Of defensive attitude; there wan but bitterness and anger in irt towards Kathy. was a moment's silence; in lend Coffee—the very s—~1 th, 40; 2 tbe, 75¢; Be $1.10. ‘ with me-Best for Less. Quick Service. HANSEN—40 Economy Mbt. “WINDS OF THE WORLD” By RUBY M. AYRE Rights Reserved 1921, the next room Hillyard moved reat: | lesaly, Kathy turned at once-— “E think I ought to be going Ralph wants to go on to the clty.” She spoke almost tn a whisper; ahe looked with anxious apology at -Jill “Very well,” Jin walked past her into the altting room, “Is Don better?" Hillyard asked her awkwardly; it waa the first time jhe had spoken to her, | “He asleep,” she anewered him | Tt was all such an unreal scene. | Kathy tn her beautiful clothes, # ing there with the stiff awkwardness | of @ atranger; and —only a few! short weeks ago, this ugly room had) been her home; the home to which | j she had been glad to return every night-—the home where at least she had always had the warmth of her| unselfish love. heart swelled with passionate Fesentiment; she wondered if sudden | wealth would so quickly have) changed her, had she been married to Ralph Hillyard tnetead of Kathy, and her heart cried out In passionate protest. “Well, good by,” she said after a moment; she leaned a little towards Kathy, offering her cheek—it was hot and burning. Kathy kissed her hurriediy, “1 shall come again econ—and if there te anything you want—* Hillyard laid a couple of sovereigns on the table; he avoided Jill's eyes | as he did so, | “Give them to Don--from me,” he | sald awkwardly, Ji did not answer. She left the sovereigns lying where he laid them | down; she knew how furious Don | would have teen, had he heard the) unconscious condescension tn hin| brothertn-law's voice; she knew that Den would have thrown the gift in the face of the giver. Kathy and her husband went out | Jit raised her dark eyes; they were hard and accusing. “Well?” “Don't be cross with me—-I do love you-—-you know I do; but--but Ralph .. “ she could not go on; her voice n Kathy put her arma round Jit: she her unresponsive face twice 5 8 3 3 i 4 i i 5 i i i i i 53 $F 8 ue i z Fart ey iL if i g laughed mirthiessly. “She loves him much better + «+ OhyT hate hi never thought I could hate anyone so much..." with an abrupt movement she swept the sovereigns Hillyard bad ieft for her to the floor—her cheeks Were burning. | “I'd rather starve than touch his money—he treats us as if we were beneath him altogether; oh, you don't know how I hate him: I could hardly stand here today and not tell him eo.” Talientyre picked up the coins and put them back on the table. “He probably gave them to you because your sister wished it.” he! said. “Don’t be unjust, Jill-—I know you're upset and worried, but don’t believe that thingy are worse than they really are. Have a little po tlence—everything will come right.” gave a passionate gesture. “It's 0 efisy to say that—when there ien't anything you want to come right,” she told him. “Oh, you don’t know how I feel—it’s just as jit—te if someone had been trying to tear my heart out, ¢ added in a stified volce. “Kathy | other; and now-—oh, it |ing @ stranger in the room just now.” She broke off with a weary little | laugh of pain. “But you don't want to hear about ft all; it's kind of you to come. Don is better—he wae fast asleep just now when we went in.” | “{ should lke to see him,” said Tallentyre. “I've never seen him yet, | you know, tho I’ve heard #0 much about hin, If I promise to be very | quiet, may I just put my head round the door?” He was talking lightly on purpose, to try and cheer her, Jill #miled faintly. “You may go in if you ike; you won't awaken him, he's so fast | asleep.” She led the way into the little room; she went softly over to the window to lower a blind that let in too much light. Tallentyre walked across to the bed and stood looking down at the boy. He was very much like Kathy as he lay there-—-the same beautifully chiseled features, aud wealth of hair; THE SEATT DOINGS OF THE DUFFS I'M AWFULLY GLAD You STOPPED IN MABEL! HAVE ANOTHER CUP OF ‘TEA BEFORE ! MUST BE THANKS BUT v FRIEN FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS MOM, ScuooL'S GONNA START BEFORE LONG AN' TO LINE T WANE AU ‘™' ADS CAN COME @ t & thew OU, T GUESS So, We VYovar A Good Boy, Y ; was BY CONDO AX Seondialeld | Mem Fa) antakd Oo You See THAT T wece THAT'S A he looked more like a girl than a lad verging on manheod, Tallentyre thought with sudden pity. He bent nearer to him—there was a moment's silence, then Tallentyre caught his breath hard, and drew himself up sharply. ‘Ji had been right when ahe said that Don was ao fast asleep he would not awaken. CHAPTER XII “are you very tired, Miss Ather-. ton?’ asked Henry Sturgess abruptly. Jill had been writing from his dic tation all the afternoon, and he had suddenly broken off in the middie of a dry bugness letter to put his question. ‘Jil raised faintly surprised eyes from her work. “Tired—no thank you.” She walt 4 & moment, expecting him to con- tinue his dictation, but he laid down his notes. “That will do for the present. Put your pen down; I want to speak to you.” / Don had been dead more than « fortnight, but Jill had not even be. gun to get used to his empty couch | by the window, and the horrible at- lence of the little room to which she still went home every day; It neemed to her that with the passing of time ghe only realized more acutely how much he had been to her, and what fa terrible blank his death had left in her life. ‘There were times when it seemed Mke @ hundred years since hin death; and times when #he could not be- Heve that it had been longer ago than last night; times when she was sure that she had only to look in the little bedroom to see his white, still fave on the pillow, and the thin folded hands on the narrow chest, Lite had losy its interest; there was nobody to think for, or work for: she went to and fro to the office me chanically, wondering why she troubled at all, why she ate and drank, and tried to sleep, when everything seemed so utterly point: lesa. In the first shock of grief and re- morse Kathy had begged her to go and live with them; she had clung round Jill's neck and told her that now their home must always be to: gether. Hillyard wae in the room at the time, and Jill had looked past Kathy's golden head to where he stood, stiff and unresponsive, point edly not seconding Is wif impul sive invitation, Jit had almost Inughed as she met him unfriendly gaze. “It's kind of you-very kind, but I couldn't! I'd rather live alone— shall be much happier alon Kathy had never again made thé suggestion; Jill could only suppose that when they got home, Hillya had told her plainly that {t would never do, and that he did not intend to have a sisterinJaw in the house. Jit writhed whenever she thought of his silence, and of the formal con. dolence he had offered her. In what way was she different to Kathy? she asked herself resentfully He had thought Kathy good enough to love and marry, but for Kathy's sister he had only undisguised di like, “Not that I would have dreamed of going to live with them, & if they had both begged me to!” Jil! told Tallentyre aftefwards. “Not even if I had liked Kathy's husband, and I don't—#ometimes | hate him.” “You don't mean that,” Tallentyre answered in his quiet voice. “Hill Yord’s all right-he only wants un derstanding.” (Continued Monday) |movea, but he might LE STAR She Saved Him a Trip a OH, WILBUR, COME OVER HERE, | WANT J TO MEET A D oF Mine! BUT | MUST BE GOING Now! Are Forced to It! | S'S Ste Now= |WRBIS CLE AN’ ANC AN? VAITIG AN! pw sus ?? JZ | “TAKING HIS PICTURE —* ATTWUR, AN CHESTER At NORM Ao SUM. “Darkness!” croaked Chris. No sooner had Cob rung off than Mr. Sprinkie-Blow’s telephone rang again. Nick answered {t this time. “Hello! said he. “Who ia it?” “Mr. Crow,” came the voice. Chria Crow, Esquire.” “Ask him what he wants,” whis- pered the weatherman, so Nick did *, “Darkness!” croaked Chris. “Just as the corn gets ripe, doesn’t “Mr. | Mr. Moon swell up like a balloop and whine Ike a headlight! I call it cheeky. Daytimes I'm afraid to go neur the cornfield because there's a man there with a gun. He never My friends tell me he's only @ dummy called Scare-Crow, but I can't be sure. Anyway, 14 feel safer without « moon.” “I'll tell Mr. Sprinkle-Blow,” said Nick politely. “I'm sure that he'll do what he can.” *Thanks! croaked Chris, ringing off. “Bo Cobb and Chris want no moon,” said Sprinkle-Blow, “It looks as though the corn crop might be short this year, doesn’t it, kiddies? ‘What shall I do?" Just then the phone tinkled again. This time Sprinkle-Blow answered :t himeelf, It was Farmer Smith. “Say, Sprinkle-Blow,” said he, “the toasting ears are ripe and ready to use. We'te going to have our first meal of them tomorrow, Golden Ban- tam, Country Géntleman, and Black | Mexican, all as sweet as honey. You couldn't leave the moon hung out tonight, could you?’ Avny?” asked Sprinkle-Blow in surprise. “You don't pick your orei by moonlight, do you, Mr. Smith?" “No, but Don, my big dog, can pick out thieves if there ts enough Mght.” Sprinkle-Blow clicked his tongue) in perplexity. “I'll do the best 1} can, Mr. Smith,” ne answered. “Some | other folks have got in their ordera | first.” (To Be Continued) Spain is to import minnows from | Augusta, Ga., to eradicate mosqul- toes there. | HOPE I'M NOT CHASING YOU /AGE 11 WHY Dion T You OFFER “TO TAKE HER HOME? AWAY! WAN AQ You ASKING SUM WHEN US AND VOU ALWINS @oanReL Y, BY ALLMAN 1 ASKED HER JF I COULD SEE HER HOME AND SHE SAID SHED MAIL ME A PICTURE Chapter 2 “Before the plaid dress was made or even cut; yes, before the cloth yas finished, Clara began to feel as if she owned it. “And strangely enough, while she loved her big sister dearly and felt gratefy to her, she hardly thought at all to be proud that sister could do all that wonderful work, “She didn't realize that sister was « sort of busy little magician who, with the touch of her hands, could turn the soiled greyish- white curly wool of the sheep into @ fascinating dress for and feel proud of sister. felt proud of herself. “Now isn{t that funny? “The t its which skipped about In her mind went some- thing like this: “It mine and it'll be the prettiest dress in the settlement, and I'l! look so nice in it, I s'pect all the other little girls will be wishin’ they had one too.’ “And when she heard the whir- ring of wheels and the click of the shuttle they seemed to her to be saying, ‘It’s mine, it's mine, it’s mine.’ “Well, when the little dress was all finished, with its tight waist and long sleeves and its wide, full ekift, and Clara put it on, she ‘was just about the proudest little girl you ever heard of, : “ghe put it on beckuse sister told her that auntie and all the ttle cousins were coming for @ visit. “And when they came, Clara looked them over and felt prouder still, because, of course, nobody had on such a pretty dress as’ hers. * “Bhe toned her head @ Mttle, 1 think, and I rather suspect that she switched ber skirts as Bhe started off calling, ‘Come on, let's 0 down to the creek.’ “So down they went pellmeil, Clara leading the way, down the quarter of @ mile of rough trail... “Now, the Bible says, ‘Pride goeth before destruction and a haughty spirit before a fall.’ And it proved true in Clara's case, for when she went grandly across the footiog, kersplash! she fell plump into the cold waters of the creek. “Her cousins fished her out, and such a draggled, weeping little girl as she was!” “Was her dress spoiled?” Peggy asked. “No, sister dried it and troned it good as new, I know, for I was Clara,” said the grandmother lady who told the tale. crane WHEN A WOMAN TELLS * By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1931 by Beattie Star) CHAPTER XX—I LEARN HOW GRACE MET TOM “When I stepped outside,” Grace continued wearily, “I found I was in the hands of a deputy sheriff and was charged with the theft of @ diamond ring?" “Don't go on,” I said, “unless you really want to,” “I'd lke to, unless I'm boring you,” she smiled, “I'd like to have you know that I'm not such a bad sort after all. “Of course, it was one of Helen's friends of that night party who had had officers look me up and arrest me. I was eventually cleared of the charge, but it was as if I had been branded. “The trustees of the little school found a reason for getting me out— they found a subject I couldn't teach and insisted that they must have that as part of their course. The man friend who had been taking up every other evening of my week sud- denly found that his business occu pled most of his evenings. My girl friends became upologetic and queer, } thi “I felt that I couldn't go back home and have the story follow me and have a lot of explanations to make to my father, So I went to the nearest town, intending to take a week to plan some way for the future, “One evening during that week I went to a picture show—alone, A rather young and exceptionally well- dressed man, also alone, sat down be- side me. “It Is easy to talk to strangers, you know, when you're in the mood IT was in—you grasp at straws.” Grace seemed to be finding It diffi- cult to go on, IT waited in silence. “We started to talk and found that we were each In the samc mood, He had been married only a month previously and his wife had been killed the week before while out driv- ing one night with a man friend when she was supposed to have been visiting her parents. “We seemed to have something in common, so when he suggested that I go to Chicago with him—I went. es “We stuck together about six months—I was knowg as Grace De Lane, his name—and then we be- gan to. drift apart. He found an- other girl—and married her after- ward. And I became a part of the fotsam in the soled tide of the) elty's life. \ “Drifting around, after that, every now and then I saw that man —across the theatre, or at another table in a restaurant—and no one knows quite how I felt. No matter how fara woman may stray, no matter how many the men tn her life, there ts always one man—the first man, the one whom she first} eared for in a big way-—whom she | never forgets. | “IT just kept drifting and drift.) ing, until T reached the bottom. "And it was there, Miss Sorensen, t Tom Bradford found me. | “He was a university student and 1 was a pawn.” (To Be Continued) You can easily Inarn to dance a Bright's, 1604 4th, cor, Pine.—Ady. Announcement To all my friends and old cus tomers: I bave opened a new store in my own building, at 1014 Pine Street, and will sell Gov- ernment Peints and General Merchandise at lowest prices. MIKE COHEN 1014 PINE STREET Between Terry and Boren Aves. 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