The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 30, 1921, Page 11

thy atts the she Inst lea 8 Ab | TUESDAY, AUGUST 80, 1921. r “WINDS OF THE WORLD” By RUBY M. AYRES All Rights Reserved atts ued From Yesterday) CHAPTER XII jis $ wonderful dream castle away into nothingness as sbe jpoked into Tallentyre’s eyes, the sort of Bappiness the of tt had gtven her a mo before wae but a rusblight in comparison with the wild that suddenly thrilled her being. he felt as tf she had been walk: a gray, euniess street, and come out with sudden unex: tried to answer, but no words ‘come. She wanted cry, to cry desperately . Bhe bite her lip bard to contro! ¢ could not look at him. tly they were on ; she did not know whether it, or if they bad just had never felt so happy in ‘or so miserable; she had afl about the future and ‘She ie, gret—there was,nothing of account any more but thie man and the clasp of Kis arma, and the touch of his pe on hers, “And you love me—feally love me?" he anked presently, Hin voice was hoarse with emotion: {t seemed impossible that he could be the bored, self.posseased man of whom she had always been a little afraid. She flushed all over her face. “If you love me—then I love you,” she said ip a whisper, “If I love you! I am afraid there ts not much doubt of that,” he said ith a touch of irony. He raised her hand to bie tips, and held it there for a long moment; then suddenly his mood changed — he walked away from her, and stood looking out into the street. The sunset glow had quite gone, everything was gray and depressing. Jit watched him with @ little trem: bling fear tn her heart. The Tallon tyre whom eh no longer the man who had heid her to his heart, and kissed ber with such passion. She was conscious of a little chill 4 she wished be would look {at her, apeak to her... she moved the park behind; they ret thru the gray HiT La eet i i [ % : : restleasly. Tallentyre turned at once: he came across to whére she stood. “I wonder how well you love me? odd nervousness in in voice was not quite he did not touch her. quite still, looking down at her with Father sad eyes. “Well enough toto gtve up a He put out his hand and took hers; he drew her down to sit beside him hand in his as he began to speak: “Lam & poor man—you know that, I told you when I first met “Yea,” said Jin, her Bps curved Into a little grave smile. A ef g rf # i5y ng phisis peel a : [Of the little house was broken by a woman's shrill laughter. Jif started, and passed a hand ,} across her eyes—she wondered for how long she had been sitting there staring at Tallentyre’s averted face. She tried to find her voice, but it seemed to have shrunk away to a whisper. If only he would speak! If only he would just turn and look at her! . | heavily between his broken sentences re as it each one cost him an effort. we said ins me.” She tried to say no. She thought she did say it, she thought that, struggled to free herself—but | the raised her eyes to his, her). seemed turned to wat along sigh and closed her eyes.| with the right people—it's . . his lips on hers, Tallentyre, feel her almost fainting in his | r | | He kisned her till she wee stifled Ssbreathiens—then he raised her and at her, laughing unsteadily. lou won't dare to tell me now’ you haven't wanted me,” he WN tried to deny tt, then suddenly | swayed back to him, laughing | sobbing together: } "0b, | have wanted you-T have!” | Bhe rained her lips to him uni the kitwed him in a whole-! 4 surrender; she had always him, but she had only known that moment in the path | he rained her eyes and saw | M standing there in the sunset; ix else bad faded into non- dreams, ambitions! She all go wilbout & single te ‘ve tried to make you under. stand,” he said hoarsely, “but I sup- pone I've failed. Ever since the first day we met, I've done my beat to try and make you see me as Iam... You don’t seem to understand, Jil! » I'm @ poor man—in my way I m probably a poorer man than— than the husband of the wornan who runs this house... . He at least has ho appearance to keep up, whilxt I . " he shrugged his shoulders. ve got to dress well, and get about it's impossible that I can throw up the sponge as men do in—in novels and plays, and clear off abroad and make a do of it somehow; I'm not built | that way—I hate roughing {t—I should loathe to mleep on the floor, or out in the fields—those sort of heroics don’t appeal to me... 1 like comfort—I like a valet to shave me and press my trosuers ... " He laughed mirthlessly. He realized all at once how useless this argument | was--how unimpresned st wouid leave Jill, no matter what he said. She would never understand why it should be Impossible for him to be happy in a couple of rooms, on a had first known seemed to have come back-—this email income. even with her! Why, He would loathe the life, and find it imponssible——absurd! When he stopped «peaking she made no comment, and he stumbled on agains | ENJOYED THE EVENING = "LL CALL You UP TOMORROW ! “I've got to marry for money, or go under ,.. that’s the case in a nutshell... I'm presenting myself to you deliberately in the worst pos- sible Light. I'm no hero—I don't pretend to be; I couldn't be if I tried .. + I've never done a day's work in my life, and I don’t want to... I'm @ born drone, if you know what that means .”, . I'm the sort of man who ought to have been given $20,- 000 a year and no responsibililies ..» I never had any brains—I sup- pose—I suppose I haven't any moral fiber, or I shouldn't be telling you all this now. But you've got to un- derstand that I can't marry you, and why! . I've ever cared for anyone in all my life. Perhaps that isn't saying a great deal, but if I were a rich man _... he stopped, with a little in- drawn breath, only to rush on once more, “But it’s no use talking like that... You don’t understand. I can see; you can't look at the situa tion from my point of view: you are despising, me for every word T am saying—I know you are, tho I am not Joking at you... You think I ought to be happy just to have you, and let the rest of the world go hang ... well-—tn my heart I know you're right from your point of view but it’s a point of view I can't see or share—I wish to God IT could—” She shuddered as she looked at him. It almost seemed that she was seeing him for the first time, shorn of the wonder of love and romance with which she had endowed him. Something seemed to snap in her heart and brain—something that was not only wounded love and out raged pride, but the crushing of ali DOINGS OF THE DU . . Iveare for you more than) her tenderest hopes and ideals, She struck at him with impotent hands, her eyes were blazing. / “How dare you! How dare yout Oh, how I hate you—how I hate you--" “Jil fox God's aake=—he caught FFS her hands and held them fast. He tried to draw her to bim, but now she resisted like a mad woman—she strained her head as far away from him as she could when he tried to kiss her—great sobs shook her, but her eyes were dry. It was like some terrible dream, some cruel! illusion from which she could not waken. “Let me go—let me go—let me go!" over and over again the same words. She tore herself from Tallentyre’s arms—ehe rushed into the little room where Don had died and shut and locked the door, She dropped down beside the empty bed and hid her face in the white quilt. She was trembling from head to foot—she was as cold as ice. She heard Tallentyre come to the door—heard hi but she never mo’ a jong, long time away, and down the stairs, and out of the house. She crouched there on the floor in the darkness, moaning softly to her- self. Life was ended—there was nothing any m to live for, She would have given him of her best, and he had offered her shame and insult in return. And he would come back tomor- row, she knew-—tomorrow and the next day, and all the days after. wards. He would try and wear her down, because he knew how well she loved him—and perhaps one day he would find her in a weak and den. perate moment, and she would give in— and then .,.and then... “I hate him—T hate himj” she moaned In anguish, but she knew that she loved him the more passion- ately now that she knew all his weaknesses and.feelings—loved him all the better, as a woman will love broken her heart, ldenly theught of Henry Sturgess , . » she raised her THE SEATTLE STAR Sounds Impossible 1S 17 THAT NO USE NG HE DONT L00K GOOD To mE! I THINK HE'S “Yum! That’s good!” he Chrig_Crow flew over to the corn-jand waited. Yes, sure as he lived, coming down the field a» boon as the moon got dark. He didnt waste time “Ohing” and Coon. He was! Chris stiffened. A thought came Cob at it and knew that true that dne should while the sun shines, it to go after com moon's dark. So off he He knew where the best corn about two shakes of a bear's tail, he was hanging onto a large, thick corn stalk, tearing away the leaves off a nice ‘fat ear with his long, sharp bill, to get at the sweet ker- nels beneath. At fast he reachea the deliciou: stuff and took a bite. ‘Yum! That's good!” said he with his mouth full and dug his bill in again. But what was that? A faint rust- ling that came nearer and nearer, Chris couldn't see, but he could hear like @ telephone. He sat very still I was stunned by Grace Cameron's outburst. I tried to understand all of the influences working to cause it and I wondered just what would be the better thing to say: One thing I knew, and that was that I could not let her go out with her present determination to “have her fling.” I thought of all of the things I might say about her theory being all wrong and that the straight way HE MAY BE FAST BUT 1 DON’T THINK HELL GET AWAY FROM Me! said ‘with Ris mouth full. something was field straight toward him, steadily, surely, swiftly, into bis head—a fear, He had told it to Naney and Nick, you know, when he sent his order for a dark night up to the weathe: ‘a star. It was the Scare-Crow that he afraid of, the person with a gun who stood so tirelessly all day long watching for him. What if—Chris' heart nearly frew, also the biggest ears, and tn’ stopped beating—what if Scare-Crow had seen him sneak into the corn- field and come after him? The quiet sound came nearer still PAGE 11 BY ALLMAN OH, IS THAT SOP WELL, HE PUT HIS ARM AROUND ME FIVE TIMES, here we are nearty tn. You will have to walt for the rest of that story.” “Can't you even tell us "bout Mr, Overton's home and how he did get the town started?” Pegsy begged. “He didn’t start it, really, Pessy love,” Mother-dear answered. “He didn’t even build a cabin, just lived @ short while in a sort of little shack, and later he sold out to Mr. Lovejoy and Mr. Petty- grove, and they were the real owners of the claim on which the Uttle new town was built.” The train was in the station and it was not until the afternoon and to Mr, Crow's dismay, stopped | of the next day that Peggy and right under the very stalk he was sitting on. straight up toward him. (To Be Continued) (Copyrig 1921, by Seattle Star) Stone mountain, near Atlanta, Ga, is to be marked as a memorial to @he confederacy, (Copyright 1931 by Seattle Star) was the best way and that it alg after all. But I could not say I knew it would be weightless, for as a matter of fact when it comes right down to payment, it doesn’t Pay in any material way. Virtue is 80 purely its own reward. But there is something exhilirat- ing, something capable of giving a thrill of pride and happiness, in put- ting up a square, clean fight. So when at length I began to talk head and stared into tle darkness with dilated eyes. She would marry Henry Sturgess; she would haise herself to the level of Kathy and all those people who had looked down upon her and slighted her; she would show them that the boat of her life was not al- ways to stay stagnant in harbor... She rose stiffly to her feet, un locked the door, and went back into the other room. The feeble gas jet still burned—the fire had died quite out. Jill sat down at the table; she began to write. It took her some moments to, compowe what she wished to suy, When she finished, she folded the paper without readi, it thru. She addregsed an envelope: then she went downstairs and out into the still night. She went to the corner of the street, past the green railing. A red letter box stood there in the yellow Hight of a lamp. Jill stopped... she raised the letter she carried, and read the name on its envelope by the light of the lamp. ‘A queer little laugh came to her Ups, she dropped the letter hurriedly into the red slit, and turned away, The next thing he knew something or someone was climbing David got the story of the little girl who came across the plains in 1846. “Yeu,” she told them, “I was an early-day child. I was only 4 years old when we crossed the plains, but I remember it very clearly. My mother drove a two-horse the first settlers to cross Bar- low road. “I can shut my eyes and see that hill now, “It wasn't a real road, at all; you wouldn't call it a road now, ‘but it was what we had to come down to get to our new home. “The cattle which had been @riven these weary hundreds of miles were thin and tired; the horses were pretty well worn out, and mother was almost to the Mmit of her strength when we came to Laurel Hill. . “What shall we do? she ask- e4, ‘we can't drive down that. We should all be killed, and the wagons would be broken to leces,” “But father and the boys fasten- ed strong ropes to the big wagons, wrapped the ropes about the trunk of a tree and I can see them now, bracing themselves and holding that rope to the wagon ull the wagon slipped and slid down the rough, steep slope.” “Do you children go to school? the pioneer suddenly asked. “David does,” Peggy answered. “Well,” the story-teller smiled, “I'm going to tell you about a school which was started in a country so new that there weren't any books.” (To Be Continued) eekee WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER XXIJ—-PHILIP AMES MAKES—A THREAT? to Grace I told her of the joy and enthusiasm generated in just the standing on one’s own feet and be- ing able to face the world un- afraid. 1 a fe&ling that just because of Tom's Interest in the girl. must hold her there; that I could not let her slip out again in dangerous ways. “If you leave, I shall feel that I, too, must go,” I said at thinking of a plan by which I might at least postponed her going. “Why?” she quegied. “Because the whole thing origi- nated in my pote, and I feel that it is all my fault, “So won't you stay,” I plung on, “for awhile at least, because have no means of making my living now I wouldn't know where to go.” “But I can't stay, Lila Ames will fite me just as soon as she can get some one elso—and I want to get there first." | “It 1 could bring yoy an apology ~ —— length, | ing. nee from her, would you stay until we are at least a little more settled Meir you and I are better acquaint- Grace Cameron deliberated and then, “Yes,” she said, ie ove out down the hall won- ering how I could acbom: impossible. rare It was nearly 11 when I sought Mrs. Ames’ room. Philip was there, He nodded casually as I came tn and os when Lila for the second turned her attention to else, he winked, che 43 “I think you have been loafing this morning, Miss Sorensen"—Lila Ames’ voice was thistledown and sunlight—“and to fill in the time until you canfe I begged Phil to stay—he's such @ handy sort to have around.” “Aren't you afraid to recommend me so highly?” Philip was smil- “That isn't a hint, ts it, Phi Lila was showing her claws in spite of the laughter in her voice, “Of what, Lively Lady?" Philip Ames yawned. * “Has it really come to that? The smile of Mrs, Ames face was robbed suddenly of the lovely yeneer and was disclosed ‘naked—an ugly side from this? If I left here| grimace, “You're too sensitive, Li—.” Philip « Ames was standing, With elaborate care he brushed some invisible thing from his coat and then left us. _, (%0 Bo Continued) }