The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 1, 1921, Page 11

By RUBY M. AYRES SSSRteEEAEIIIT AN Rights (Continued From Yesterday) ! Kathy went tn to dinner with Tal-| | lentyre; Ralph offered a stiff arm to! He had never liked this sister flaw of his, and he liked her still eas now, with her now self ston and calm serenity. ‘As Don had once sald, JW wae Dorn to the part: she was perfectly At home in the long, rather depress dining room; she was quite at her tho Kathy was both shy and awkward; she talked to Ralph nal » tho with a trace OF condescension; she was thoroly | q | 4 = simplicity of ber black totter | Pulted her to perfection; knew that her hatr was a triumph tn its way;! er hands were no longer rough | And unkempt; and yet-—yet-—once | when she met Tallentyre's tired eyes | the silverladen table, for a t her heart gave a little throb Q@nguish and seemed to stand still Im spite of outward change, she the same girl to whom he had “Deen kind when ehe worked in Henry ‘Sturgess’ office; the same gir! who loved who him so dearly: the same had cried herself nearly with anguish in the days fol- 1 her bitter disillusionment. ex inary that he d not know how unchanged she extraordinary that she could her part so well that he should guess for an instant that ex a frocks and months of luxury not turned her heart one little from him. wondered what he would say knew how she had stood in her for one paniostricken moment ing, Greading the possibility over; she had him, touched en truly the ‘was not In im; that she was at her ease now that they abroad? There was polite interest shot a glance Reserved spoken sinoe the beginning of din ner; his volee now, when he am swered, aves quiet and unemo tonal. “L have been abroad a little more) than six monthe—yes." | “How delightful!’ Jil emiled at) him with friendly unconcern, “It hat ays been my ambition to travel; an ambition which I hope to gratify now, by the way.” | “Travel is the most delightful thing In the world,” he answered, | He felt as if all this were a dream, | an unreality; this woman looking at) him with Jill's eyes, and speaking in Jie voice, was not Jilk-but a. stranger who had taken the place of the woman he loved. s He was thankful when the dinner | was ended; as she followed Kathy) from the room, Jill passed quite close to him. The faint perfume she wore was) wafted to him; the soft folds of her frock brushed him When the door had closed, Tranter turned to him. “What's up with you, Cig? You're looking rottenly seedy.” ‘Tallentyre roused himaeif, and flushed. . “fi nothing! Ivm fit as @ fiddle.” He was annoyed that th of the other men should Hillyard chimed tn— “Yea, Kathy and I both thought the same, Cig. What's the matter?” “Nothing . . . It's pure tmagina- tion...” He hastily changed the conversa tion: he would have been furfous had he koown that-In the drawing room Kathy also was speaking of him. “Doten’t Mr. Tallentyre look {I!t" she asked Dorothy Sherwood con- cernedly. Little Mrs. Sherwood was one of the few of her new acquaintances with whom she felt at her ease; she was always giad to see her; as she her now, the strained att! t relaxed, ea, I thought he looked rotten,” Mra. Sherwood answered. She was a newly-marrted, slangy young person, with a heart of gold. and a purse notorious for its empti- nesn She was emokMg a gold-tipped cig- aret now, and leaning back in a cor asked with lasy cuftosity. “FH fair Elrica been unkind? Kathy shook ber head. “ft don't think be can have seen ;| very much of her eince he came back I i i 1 se ie fi ff i ae > fitted i iy Fee oman Ve i sabe bee ee if ti anything about your con-| Gti pt oS gered E. Medicine Co.,| health. Lynn, Mass., about world’s etandard remedy for kidney, dder and uric acid troubles and! } Bomets Holland since 1696, izes, all draggiats. Guaranteed. x oe Deoniet on MOTHERHOOD AND THE Rasy. rnEE LD RESULATORCO..DEPI.9-U.A-LANTA. Gay but Boldt'’s Bread ts good! |and went back to Mrs. Sherwood. to England,” she said. “And any- way, [ don't suppose it’s that.~ poor old Cig who ts jibbing at the last hurdle—what do you say, thy?” ‘ had taken to calling Kathy by name almost from their and Kathy had no ob- don’t know anything about it,” anawered rather hurriedly. “But Ralph fe sure that Mr. Tallentyre will marry her--I don’t know what ts i is flung the dead end of cigaret firewards and jt another. «++ Oh, yeu It Pf 8 EF fi with a little laugh. Ji had taken up a paper; she was turning the pages, and appar: ently paying no attention to the con- versation, Kathy watched her rather wist- fully; tho she had always been the acknowledged beauty of the family, she felt herself insignificant tonight beside Jil. “There's something #o—splendi4— about her, isn’t there?” she said terwards to her husband. “I al- ‘ways thought ff she had her chance she would do great things, but I never guessed she would look as handsome as she aid tonight.” She had felt chilled and disap- pointed at Jill's reception of herself; she thought Jill ought to have un- derstood that the coldness between them had not been of her making, but her husband's; she was rather a shallow Ifttle person, and she did not guess how deeply the egtrange- ment between them had cut fnto Jie heart; she was half afraid of her sister tonight: she felt apologetic whenever she spoke to her. She was glad when the them in the drawing room at once to her husband. “Which is what you should never do,” he had told her on more than one occasion, half fondly, half in vexation. “It looks so—well—can't you understand, dear?” “Why shouldn't I sit beside you, ff T like” she flared back at him dis treasedly. “I'd rather be with you than with anyone else in the world, and I don’t care who knows it. TI hate having to be nice to people I don't care for..." “Even when {t pleases me? he asked with a touch of impatience. They had had the same argument thru so many times; it was already wearing itself threadbare, without! having made the least impression on Kathy. He smiled at her now as she came to him, and said something in an un- dertone; words that drove the amile from her face, and clouded her beav- tiful eyes; but she turned obediently Tallentyre had taken a chair be. side Jill; she glanced »= et him with faint amile, i ¢|too; things which made his soul DOINGS OF THE DUFFS WELL YOM, You DID SAY (T_AND You KNOW You Said rT! I NEVER What Else Could He Do? SAID \T AND | WANT You TO APOLOGIZE MADE TWAT STATEMENT Tired.” He roused himeelf tn- stantly, “No—I am fot in the least tired, thank you ...\" He glanced down at the book on her knee; her jeft hand was resting on the open page, @ eplendid half-hoop of dia monds guarded the wedding ring on her slim third finger. Tallentyre hastily averted his eyes. He wondered where Henry Stur gress was and why he had not ac- companied hia wife tonight; he sup posed that'it was quite a marriage of convenience. He had never asked a question of anyone about it; he always avoided | the mention of Jill when he was with | either of the Hillyards; he had care. You look tired," she sald. | love an Inault, it had been the hard- est blow of his selfish life. That had been at their final meet. | tng; she had lashed him with her scorn, epurned him ruthlessly. | “You don't Kfow what ive in,” she | said hoarsely. “It's only the poorest, that tho once I thought I cared for you—I despise you now more than anyone in the world .. . It makea me ashamed to remember that I ever let you kiss mé, that I ever wanted to . I only hope we shat! never meet again...“ She had said many other things, writhe when he thought of them: true things, deserved things, as he realized with shamed bit He looked at her now. “You have changed a great deal) since last we met,” he said. He had not meant to spenk of the past, but somehow the words slipped out. 4 Jill laughed. “You mean that I have grown older?” she said lightly. } “No—no, I did not mean that,” he | answered. Her eyes mocked him. “Wiser, perhaps, then? she sub- mitted with a touch of trony. He made no reply. "Kathy has a fine house,”-she anid | irrelevantly. “Finer even than ‘mine | ‘ . You must come and see my house, Mr. Tallentyre—it'’s really | rather beautiful in its way... after Acacia Terrace,” she added whim- steally. “You are very kind.” “I am thinking of giving it up and taking a flat instead, on presently. “It's rathe fently large in some way ways had a longing to live tn a fla “Yeu,” he said, “I remember you | telling me that.” “Did 1?-—did I, really? How funny!” . + » Bhe leaned back in her chair. “Lam afraid T must have bored’ you rather dreadfully with my herotes tn thone days.” “No, you 418 not bore me at af “It's kind of you to aay that. , ‘Tallentyre moved rengigesly; a pas- sionate longing seized him to rouse | | make her fe 3 | to see for himself if his old power | over her was indeed dead’ and gone “Do you remember that Sunday— and the ranting Salvationiat?” he asked suddenly. “Of course I do... and hie apectal invitation to you—or was it to me?— to come and have a dip in Jordan?” she laughed with frank amusement at the memory. “Oh, dear, what a long time ago that seems...” "It is not so + long—only year...” vA yeng 9 a long time—some- times,” she said, with a little shadow in her voice, He turned and looked at her. “It has seemed long to you?" he anked quickly, fhe seemed to be considering the « EVERETT TRUE HOW Do wou Do WS ARG Conic DYUCTING A PRve FOR THE ReLlicr WELL, KNOW 1 DIDN'T!’ NOW FORGET \T- You've|| HARPED ON THAT Walt ) —— 4 a Ae Lh 11 (tr Where Does Alek Get All This Knowledge? Page 457 ON THE WAY TO SCHOOL “1 wish,” David began, “I had asked that maneabout his school. It's only five more days ‘til schoo! begins and I don't see why I forgot.” And as luck would have it, “the man” came back just then from the telephone and said he found that his train was « half-hour late and he would just about have time for one more story if he could find anybody to listen to It. And, of course, David at once asked him about going to schoo! in the early-days. ‘We lived foutside the settle- ment,” the pioneer sald. “My father wanted to farm, and Helen (my little sister) and I walked three miles to school along an Indian trail “Part of the way we crossed an open prairie. Our claim was over toward Olympia, but most of the way was thru the big for. ent. “We had to leave home very early in the morning because Helen‘s' little five-year-old legs couldn't cover ground as fast as my 11-yearol#ones, and we had to be at school by 8 o'clock.” “whoop-ee! exclaimed David. “Then aid you get out at noon for the rest or the day?” “We got out at noon, all right,” the ploneer answered, an hour for lunch we went back Into the school room and studied again until hay-past four! “That school would look strange to you children. It was built of long, of course; at one end was the huge fireplace with its chimney of sticks and mud Around the two sides ran a rude bench made of split logs, with the rough walls of the schoolhouse for ® back, gpd on the third side was the door, with a sort of shelf fastened to the which was the only desk we , and we stood up to it when we wrote. “Suet outside the door was a bench with a bucket of water and a tin dipper, and not having been introduced to ‘germs,’ we all Gragk thirstily and happily out of , thejsamo dipper. ‘ten we would see doer leap- ing thru the forest, rabbits, chip- munks and all sorts and kinds of birds flitted across our path; wild flowers grew at either side of the wooded trail and carpeted the prairie, But almost the only hu- man beings we ever met were the Indians. “These strange, dark men, wl their black hair, and curtously- peering dark eyed, wo often met, and for the most part they were amiling and friendly, and we were Just about over our first terror of them when rumors began to fly about t thé Indians were act- ing very strangely and white got- tleras would better beware. “It was the year 1855, and Se- attle and the White river valley settlers were anxious,” (To Be Continued) question. “In gome ways—yos,” she said at last. “When I think of all that has happened, and how my life has changed ad “You have want—at last.” She shook her head / “Not quite everything; that would got everything you | be too much to expect.” He dropped his monocle and picked it up again. “You once told me that your idea of happiness was to be rich, and ‘aomebody,'” he reminded her, Jil) smiled remtniscently, “I was very silly In those days; I am wiser now.” He looked at her, “You mean thdt you have learned by experience that there are other thihgs—better worth having?” he asked. Jill nodded, “So many things,” she agreed, He leaned toward her a little, “Tell me some of them?” WHEN A WOMAN GETS ACRAZY TIT BY BLOSSER ‘CAUSE EVRY TIME T ASKED TUEM IF THEY WUT HUN6RY, THEY SAID ‘WEE -WEE’ ht ALEK ‘TOLD ME THAT MEANS ‘VES" IN THE TISSUE PAPER CEILING DECORATIONS IN THE ROOM CAUGHT FIRE TODAY— LOSS TWO DOLLARS We had reached Philip Ames’ law office and there I dropped him. As the car stood for a moment at | the curbing I looked up toward the windows of Tom's office. Curtously, I turned away relieved jthat I hadn't caught sight of him |anywhere, Even yet, when I thought |of Grace's story and Tom's connec: |tion with it, I was not comfortahl The few errands for Mrs. Ames |took only a short while, Soon the car was traveling toward home and I was trying to think of some way in which to approach Lila with my her apologize to Grace Tt was ticklish business, this in- terfering between mistress and that women are more jealous of than their authority over their serv- ants and the first place in their re gard, So I resolved to gamble the thing Just accept the way that opened to me when I reached Mrs. Ames. She was sleeping when I pushed open the door of her room, having had no answer to my knock. I watched her ailently—she was a thing of beauty again. Her lovell- ness had returned and she was all soft curves and smiles, Finally, I stood there fascinated by her beauty, I noticed that in her haif-closed hand was a lece of white paper. I bent over to look at it. There were words written on it. I was startled. Not daring to touch her hand to examine the thing I hesitated a moment and then care tully made my way out of her room. 1 didn't want to be there when she awakened with that bit of paper in her hand. In my room again, I looked under ‘the little case in which I kept some jJewels—part my own and part those that my mother had left. I never wore them. And as I expected, the little ptece of paper f had hidden there was gone. Lila Ames had taken Tom's note! ‘Then all of a sudden {t came to me Why she smiled so happily in her sleep—she must have suspected Philip of being the writer of the note! Finding that it was written in an unfamiliar hand had been the relief her ragged nerves needed, it had allowed her to sleep. 1 was sorry to have lost my “mile post” but I waan’'t sorry that Mrs. Ames had been put at ease in regard to Philip and o WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) CHAPTER XXIV—LILA AMES STEALS TOM’S NOTE I lunched alone downstairs and then decided to nap awhile until Mrs. Ames should call me. * I had just awakened and was straightening my hair at the mirror in the bath when T heard the knob of my room door turning. I waited. The hands of the watch on my world appeared was dated 1600. France has 52 sporting clabs for women, ge! dei ° afte, T f A QUEER DIN maid. There are very few things | | “Land, yes!” said Mrs. Redbreast, coming down to a lower limb. One day Mr. SprinkleBlow and Nancy and Nick were walking thru the orchard to find out from Mrs, Redbreast and Mrs. Bluebird and Mrs. Red Winged Blackbird a! a few other folks, if the weather sulted them, “Land, yest” sald Mrs, Redbreast, coming down ,to a lower limb, the better to talk, “It's the first time this summer I've had an instant to myself. What with helping Robin with the nest building and hatching out my family, and feeding them 'n’ all, to say nothing of the way they all hung onto my apron strings aft- erwards, expecting me to dig their worms and never minding cats and dogs any more than they would a fly, not as much, ind and giving me heart failure every time one would come near, the way the silly things would just sit like ninntes and never budge out, of their way at all——.” Mra, Redbreast Grew a long breath and began again. “And they're only just beginning ‘to look out properly for themselves, and the last time Robbie, Jr., came home to see me, he was wearing ~ & reddish vest instead of his brown: spotted one, which showed that he Was very grown-up, Yes, I've just begun to catch up with my reading and my letter-writing,*and my visit ing. My, I'm just that far behind with my callg that I won't have a friend left! Oh, I do hope you'll leave the weather nice for a spell, Mr. Weatherman!" “Me, too!” put in Mra, Red Wing, and several other ladies who'd been Ustening called out, “We all feel the same, sir! We're anxious to make summer last.” Just then there was a sudden din that fairly deafened them all. It sounded like the scraping of a hun- dred iron pote, . (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 4931, by Beattle Stary