The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 2, 1921, Page 13

ae _ [Winns OF THE WORLD” By RUBY M. AYRES (Continued From Preceding Issue) Jill's eyes rested on Tallentyre’s thin face conaideringly. “It ts rather difficult to tell you what Is in my mind,” Jill sald slow. ly. “There are so many, but perhaps « +» yeu, I think of them all, I Would best like to have my dreams again—my ‘illusions’ I suppose you would call them; I never realized how wonderful they were until I had “You mean that you lost them thru me,” Tallentyre said quietly, For the first time Jill Mushed a little, but she made no attempt to evade the question, or deny It. “I think TI did . “ her name seemed to escape him unconsciously; there ‘was a little thrill of anguish in his ‘waunlly lazy voice, but It was gone immediately, and he was the leth- argic, se!f-possessed man of the world ‘once more. “Please don't think IT am blaming a,” Jill sald with a gentle coldness. suppose, if I were wise, I should Tealtze that you really did me quite ‘to see life as it really ts, and not as I believed it to be.” She smiled a “A: least, I shall not make the JM tightly. “When are you going to bring Lady Elrica to see me? Don't you remember how interested 2 always wes in her? tyre flushed and bit his be delighted to bring her {beneath her long, slightly darkened All Rights Reserved | at your wedding, Cig?’ Tallentyre made some laughing re. ply; he escaped aa soon as he could; he sent for a taxt and told the man to drive to his rooms; he leaned back In the darkness with closed eyes. | Tt had been no less than the truth when he said that his head ached; ho felt as if there were a knife stab Ding his temples; now there was no longer need to keep up the pretense | of Indifference he let himself go; al | lowed himself to sink deep down Into | the depths of misery and remorse that had been gnawing at his heart all these past months, Fool to think he could ever forget her—ever live without her; this one glimpse of her tonight had undone all the past: he loved her more now | she was irrevocably lost to him than | In the past, when he had held her so Nghtly, ‘The sight of her wedding ring had) cut him to the quick; once he had been fond of Henry Sturgess in a) sort of way, but he felt now that he| hated him because he had won Jill, ) even If only by virtue of his wealth. | And she might have been his wife! —the thought was agony; he would have given anything for the merciful gift of forgetfulness, He let down the window, and he called to the driver; he gave the ad- dress of the house where the “crush” was being held at which he had promised to meet Lady Elrica, He would put an end to the shilly- shallying once and for all: he would ask her to marry him; he would force forgetfulness somehow — anyhow;! perhaps the kisses of one woman would lay the haunting Image of an- other... After all, he would have to marry some day, and Jill was al ready lost to him. He had no difficulty tn finding Fl- rica Hewing; he sat down beside her with sort of resignation; he had long known that she was to be his fate, and had given up fighting against the realization. She looked at him furtively from lashes. “Well--truant?” she sald Ightty. Tallentyre amiled. “IT came as soon as T could—I had to dime at the Hillyard’s, you “Poor dear! Was it so very bor, tog" A Her votce was slightly sarcastic. “No,” sald Tallentyre shortly: he did not want to talk about the HiIll- yards. He took up a big feathery fan lying on her lap, and opened and shut it mechanically. you know why I hare come here tonight?” he said. She raised her brows. “To see me?” she asked archly. Tullentyre laid the fan down again In her lap. “To ask you to marry me,” he said. There was a little silence; he did Rot look at her, In a distant room someone was singing; Tallentyre found himeeit Matening apatheticaily; he wondered how long !t would be before Elrica angwered him; he moved restlessly. Halfan-hour later, Tallentyre left the house an engaged man. CHAPTER nr Ralph Hillyard heard. of Tallen- Hillyard looked up from his paper. “What about Cig?” he asked. He tooked at Gerald Tranter, who had made the half-sympathetic, half. exclamation. it, that’s all I know, and my sister says she saw Elrica this morning, and congratulated her...” “Hump,” said Hillyard shortly. “Well, here’s good luck to them,” he added sententiously. He turned again to his paper as if to Intimate that the discussion was at an end; but he went home to lunch, although he had not tn- tended to do so, and told Kathy what he had heard. Hillyard had peculiar ifeas on some things, and he very often stayed out to lunch when he would far rather have been at home, be- we jcause he considered it was an excel- EXiet” Medioal Aa SP '¢ 431, Atlanta, GO. }. B. at your druggist. Poy Special Booklet ov for, indi- ee without charge, wei Ivieor, i lent way of training Kathy to be lke other men's wives, Kathy was delighted to see him; she had quite prepared herself for a dull afternoon; she turned rather a wistful face when the door of her Uttle ‘boudoir opened, and her hus- band walked in. He kissed her fondly enough. “I had to come home,” he ex- plained, “to tell you the news.” Her face fell childiahly. “Oh—it wasn't to see me, then?” He laughed. “Perhaps I was glad of an excuse to come,” he said. “Oh, yes, I prom: ised to lunch at the club, but I changed my mind, Well—Cig’s en- “To Lady Flricat” He nodded, “Everyone's talking about it—ap parently pulled it off last night after he left here.” "Yes" \Kathy looked thoughtful; ahe was wondering vaguely if it had been thru anything Jill had sai they had talked together for quite a long time, “Well, frankly. Hillyard frowned, “I hope you won't go about telling people that, even if you are,” he naid rather stiffly; his arm fell from about her waist. “Tallentyre is most anx- fous for you to be friendly with his wife.” “I never shall be; she doesn't like me, and I don’t like her.” “Rubbish,” Kathy‘s eyes filled with tears; she turned y to hide them, she said THE SEATTLE STAR CHARLEY, WHY FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS writing table; this was one of days when © unconsciously irri tated him; he wished he had not come home after all: he half made up his mind that he would not remain to lunch as he had intended; he turned sharply, and eaw the tears In her eyes, He was all remorse instantly; he took her in his arma, “I'm sorry, darling . . . “~-there was no doubt that he loved her, in spite of their many little differences; he kissed her agnin and again. “Was I cross?=—I'm #0 sorry.” She put her arma round his neck. | “I can’t bear it when you frown—I) know I'm always disappeinting you, but...” He stopped her lips with a kins. “You've never disappointed me-— I won't allow you to say such things. When you're stronger things will be different—you'll soon get into the way of doing things lke other Kathy made no answer: somehow the future filled her with dread; all) the joy and delight she had felt when she first knew about the baby | seemed to have been killed by the elaborate arrangements that had Deen made for ite reception. Tho smart nurse who had been. engaged to look after him (ier hus band absolutely refused to consider | the possibility of the baby being a gird terrified her already; she knew that she would hardly be allowed to do a thing for the baby herself; the wonderful nursery with ite many uptodate appointments made her shiver; apparently the baby's life was to be worked by a eeries of patents fm which there wae little or No need for a mother at all, ave as & figurehead. | } self; they would only anger Ralph, | she knew; she was beginning to| realize that her middle-class ideas of life were as difficult for him to un- derstand as his were for her; she had @iscovered that the best way to keep | day Ralph would be bored with her: since her marriage she had seen #0 many married couples who were ashamedly and openly bored with © another's society. Ralph only tnughed when she sald anything about it to him. “Everyone doesn’t marry for love, you know,” he said. She was thinking of that remark of his when he had gone away again, and she was alone. Everyone did not marry for lovet —swell, he and she had; there wag no smallest doubt in her mind that hi loved her; her one haunting fear was that some day he would grow tired; that some day he would realize that no matter how hard he tried he could | never make her like other women of | his set, and then he would cease to, love her—and then . . . well, then she| would die! When she cnme to examine her emotions, she knew that she was not | happy; she knew that she felt like a beggar girl in a palace, that sho still | longed for the little house of which she had dreaged. Ralph ought to have married Jin: again and again the thought would rise in her mind; Jil would have made him a splendid wife. But JU had married Henry Stur- gees, and Henry Sturgess had been old enough to be her father; that at least had been no love match, A maid knocked at the door— “Mra, Sturgess, if you please, Madame,” and Jill walked into the room. Kathy started up, her pale face flushing. She had hardly had a moment with her sister last night;! now they were alone, she forgot all the little stiffness and the breach which her marringe had caused; she rushed to Jill and flung herself into her arma, “Oh, I am so glad to see you—I am so glad!” She laughed and eried together in her old emotional way; she kissed Jill again and again as if he could! not make enough of her; she tried to| explain. and apologize and ask for- giveness all in a breath, till Jill gently stopped her. “Let's forget it all... I don't want to remember it.” She looked at Kathy's beautiful face with tender eyes. “I had to come; I never had a word with you last night, and there fare such heaps of things I want to ask you she looked round the room. “Where's Ralph?” “He's Just gone aut; he came tn to lunch with me; I didn’t expect him, and it was #o nice.” Jill taised her brows, “Doesn't he always have lunch with you?” Kathy shook her head. “He thinks it's good for me to be | There was a little silence; Hillyard left alone sometimes,” she explained SAY, THAT PesKy ff 5 HAw-Haw- Haw ¢ Two Lemon Sodas (Jest FEELS BLUE! [Se ASHAMED. OF MYSELF! BY CONDO Yes, I TOLD J -Thse WIFE WHEN HG BROVGHT Iv HOME ‘THAT IT CooKeD Like MY PRIZE CHICKENS ~ NicaT ? : - “Hardly a day passed,” the Pioneer continued, “that Indians didn't come to our house, They stopped and talked to father and Uncle Joel as they worked at the clearing. “They came to beg and visit with mother, and as I said, we constantly met them on the trail. “Then, all at once, without any * reason at all that we could nee, there wasn't an Indian to be seen, no friendly brown folks to jabber to us on the trail, just the little animals and—asilence. “Day after day we minsed them. ‘Then, one day after a week of this, as we were crossing the prairie on our way home from school, we saw a man coming to- ward us on a horse. He rode at full gallop and as neared us he ered out, ‘Hurry, children! Hurry for your lives! The In- dians are on the war path! “‘O, George! George! Little Helen sobbed, against my should- ér, ‘will they kill us?” “I held her tight in my arms for half a minute, Then I sald, ‘Not if we run, honey, We'll just run so fast through the woods, they'll think we're a couple of rabbits,’ and I took her little hand and ran. one oF YOUR PRIZE HORNS! Ge some cay HAW-HAW HAI “It wasn’t quite so bad on the open prairie where It was light, but you know how dark it gets about half-past four on a rainy winter afternoon. “Ahead of us were the two miles of lonely trail through that black forest. The rain began’ to fall steadily, as we entered the woods, and there was jugs light enough to turn every stump into @ crouching Indian, and every twig Into a bent bow. “Indeed, there may have been Indians behind the stumps, the danger was terribly real, not im- agined. “I knew little of Indians or their wars, and I was only a little boy with a little boy's confidence in the power and strength of his father. “‘Never mind, Helen,” I said to hush her sobbing, for she was half crying with fear and panted pityfully as we ran. ‘You just be @ brave girl and we'll soon be home, and father can keep them off with his pig gun.’ “But whgp we rushed In and I cried out, ‘O, Mother, war has broken out with the Indians, Mother's face turned deathly white. (To Be Continued) with a quick sigh. “Oh, Jill, eome times I think I'd give anything in the world if we were poor—and could live in a little house.” Jil smiled, “You haven't changed your mind about that, then?” she said “Kathy, what ages and ages it seems since we lived in Acacia Terrace.” She paused reminiscently. “Do you know that I went back there the other day and stood on the opposite side of the road and looked up at the windows and tried to believe that once it had been my home... it seemed so impossible.” Kathy looked at her sister wonder. ingly; there had been many changes since those days, but the greatest change of all had been with Jill—she hardly recognized her now, in this graceful, beautifully dressed woman. And yet—yet , . . Jill did not look as if she were happy—she wondered if perhaps they had both just missed the little footpath that leads away through eternal sunshine, (Continued Tomorrow) WHY 1S THAT B CHARLEY P LOOK AT DIS “TRAY ~ BUT ICANT HELR PAGE 13 MILO CRY! WHY, MILO CRIES MUCH LESS TWAN ALEK DID WHEN HE WAS A BABY. BROTHER NOW CHILDREN: FIRST L WILLGNE YOO A LIST OF SUPPLIES YoU WILL NEED FoR “THE COMING YEAR = A STRATTON SPELLER, A DAVIN ARITHMETIC, A DAWSON GRAMMAR, AN OLIVER GEOGRAPHY, PEN, PENCIL, BY ALLMAN ER CAN , CHARLEY + I DIDN'T HAVE A BIG T TAKE CARE OF ME! RULER, PAD OF INK PAPER, AND I WISH 0}, My door closed with the slightest creak. I knew that whoever had |been there was gone. I hurried out, lifted the Jewel case and there—was Tom's note. I, was happy to have it back and cared not at all that it had served as balm of the bruised heart of Lila Ames. How little Tom knew of what a tremendous part his note was play- ing In the lives of three women! A little later I tapped at Mra. Ames’ door. “Comet!” she trilled, I was glad to hear the happy Iilt- ing of her voice, for I had not for gotten Grice Cameron—or Grace DelLane, as she called herself. Mrs. Ames was nibbling at some salad and cakes. At the side of the tea cart was a bowl, glowing with velvety yellow pansies. “Aren't they beautiful?’ Mrs. Ames’ fingers were fluttering over the golden circle. “Phil sent them just now—he knew he'd have to do something to make up!’ ‘The announcement rather stunned me. I looked at the luminous yellow thing, fascinated by the thought that such gentle beauty could mask such treachery as it seemed to me Philip Ames was exhibiting. For just a short while before he had told me he was tired of the woman whom he had sent flowers. “You may have one—a nosegay of them if you wish!" enthusiastically. “I have such perfect loads of them heref’ She put her hand into the thick yellow velvet and drew it out full of the lovely blossoms. Courtesy compelled me to reach for them. “Put one tn your hair, here this one.” She selected the largest and yellowest of the flowers and as I bent toward her she fastened it in the coil of my black hair, “There! Stand off now! Oh, how beautiful!—and I, with my golden hair, must always go unorna- mented!" “Your hair is ornament enough In itself,” I said, quite honestly, “I'm having @ party tomorrow night—and I want you to be there,” Mrs. Ames went on, “Do you have a pretty gown? Could I lend you anything, or do you want an ad- vance on your salary to get some new frills?” Before I could ask to be left out of the festivities and remind her that after all I was only her employe, Mrs, Ames was rambling on, YOU WOULD GET A LITTLE CHAMOIS PEN-WIPER UKE I wou. (2 Noisy ? t, WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH, AGNES ABELING (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) CHAPTER XXV.—LILA SHARES PHILIP’S BOUQUET * WITH ME “There won't be many of us—not more than eightden; but there'll be some gowns and some good-looking men—you'll want to be at your most fetching, Miss Sorensen!’ “I'l try to be,” & murmured. a BRS ME “TENNIS CouRT ATTENNIS. | FOR BENG “Too RACKET! ~ cy ADVENTURES | OF Clee Pebeks Sate “The truth 1s,’ e whispered to the twins, “that he so loud the Nuisance Fairies up on my star will hear him.” Mrs. Redbreast and Mrs. Redwing and all the orchard ladies were startled to hear the loud scraping sound that had begun suddenly while they re talking to Sprinkle-Blow and the twins, Mrs. Lark and Mrs. Bluebird looked at each other In dis- may, for they khew what the sound was, and shivered. Indeed, they all knew, but no one could move for amazement. Mr, Sprinkle-Blow looked at Nancy and Nick for quite a long minute before he could find his, voice to say a worl. When he did find it, he had to scream at the top of his lungs to make himself heard, for the scrap- ing, dinning racket was enough to deafen you. “II forgot all about him,” scfeamed Sprinkle-Blow. “I meant to lock him up and now here he is.” “Whot" asked Nancy, “Who fs it who has such a loud voice?” "Voice!" exclaimed the fairyman, “It's not his voice, It's his wings, That 1s Loony Locust announcing to folks that fall is coming.” ‘Fall!’ gasped Mrs. Redbreast, “and me just getting fixed for @ rest!" “Fallt’ faltered Mrs. Bluebird, “And me not properly settled yet.” “Fall!” cried erybody, pulling Jong faces. Sprinkle-Blow was completely — flabbergasted. Fall! And he's just got done promising folks that sum mer should last a long, long time yet. “The truth is,” he whispered to the twins, “that he yells so loud, the Nuisance Fairies up on my star will hear him. Jack Frost probably has his head out of the window lis! And if he hears Loony he'll that fall tsn’t far away. The firet thing we know hi be around before he’s wanted,” “Can't we do something?” asked Nancy. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1931, by Mesttic Stam)