The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 6, 1921, Page 11

7 $ | TUESDAY, SEPTEMBER “WI By RUBY {Continued From Yesterday) s*Why don’t you get married and le down?" Hillyard asked Tallon tyre one night when they met at the j “There's nothing like a home your own,” he added with the «uv ty of one who has but recently Married himself. Tallentyre laughed. “I'm tm no hurry, and after all— k married a long time,” he an ely 7 Seca Hillyard looked at tely; they were very . these two men, but a very friendship existed between them Bone the less. “Come around an. ve some din with us tonight,” he satd pres nt} “Nothing formal—just our and the wife's sister.” . rac 7 | “¥er—Kathy seems to Ike her to be there now; and, of course, I have humor her—though you know [ cared about Jill. “I know . . . dut I can’t come, te all the eame.” “Can't—or wont?’ Hillyard asked emile with a | Tallentyre shrugged his shoulders. “Won't, if you like to put it that Ask me some other time.” surry, because there's a man rather wanted you to meet. 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To avoid dis- t tt. be sure you get real ‘Usement, All Rights Reserved be al 6, 1921, NDS OF THE WORLD” M. AYRES never accompany Birlea on a eh ping expedition again; a man was as much out of place tn a woman's shop & bull amongst the proverbial | china; he wondered i¢ it would have | wearted him as badly to have fol }lowed Jill round—to have stood by |whtle she bought pretty things: to have been called: upon to decide | whether blue or pink sulted her best | Lately he had resolutely avoided | thinking of her, if he could help it; [had deliberately avoided meeting her; and yet, tonight he was going to be « fool again, and go where he jknew he would meet her, -and sit near her, and talk to her. | Who was this fellow Rigderi, he | wondered—and was there any truth {tn Tillyard’s suggestion that he was | paying determined attention to Jill? The thought was a stab. Of course, some day she would marry again: he shut his eyes and | deliberately conjured the memory of the early days of their friendship. ‘The little shabby house in Acacia Terrace—Jill in her worn, clothes—Jill as she used to look up from her work when he came into the office—JiN as she had looked | when he first said he loved her, They all passed before his mind like a |mertes of beautiful pictures which had once been his, but which tn bitnd ignorance of thelr value he had given away, . A man coming into the room | glanced casually at Tyllentyre and then stopped, etruck by the hardness and unhappiness of his face. “Hullo, Cig," he said abruptly. ant up with an effort “Hula! he felt mechanically for his cigaret case, “Have a smoke?” “Thanks.” clgaret ,and lit It silently, watching | Talentyre @ll the time. He had | dropped back again into the depths of his chair, his thin, well-kept hands hanging listleasly over the chair. arma, the old blank look of boredom fallen once mote over hie face. | dew asked carelessly, “If not, come along to the Despards with me.” “Sorry, I'm dining with Hillyard— jonty just accepted.” “Well, you won't want to st there all night; I'm not going to | Despards myself till about 11; the |tun_never bexins till then.” “The fun?” Tallentyre opened his lazy eyes a little wider, “Oh, you mean the gambling... If Mra. Despard doesn't look out, she'll find herself in a rather unpleasant corner ome of these days,” he added list- lesaly. “Humph?" Merredew dragged for- ward a chair, and sat astride it, his arms folded across the back. “You're friendly with the Hill yards—very friendly, aren't you?” he asked suddenly. “T am—why?” “Only because I think someone ought ot get Hillyard there's nobody to look after her, give her the hint.” Sd mean that they're fleecing Merredew \nodded; he looked round the room apprehensively, and drew chair nearer to Tallentyre’s. “Look here, Cig.” he said, lower- his voice. “I'm interested—and 1 "t mind admitting it She's a tipping woman—Mrs. Sturgess—and ++, and..." he colored, and broke Pit | ways there. There's a common botnder named Rigden hanging about hefnobody knows where he came from, or how the iDespards picked him up. That's like them;| they let anyone tack on—anyone with money, that is. I tried to warn Mra. Sturgess—I knew It would be a delicate matter—she’ woman with spirit, you know, and of course I hadn't any actual right to say a word, but... well, I did.” He paused reflectively. “Yes,” said Tallentyre. “She heard me out, and then she turned on me; I never was so sur- prised in all my Hife. She said that she didn’t care what Mrs. Despard was—she said that she got little enough pleasure out of her life, and that she was going to enjéy herself in her own way. ‘If they want my money, they're welcome to it,’ she said almost hysterically. ‘It's no use to me anyway~—It can’t buy happi- yess’ + yes, that’ —every word. I felt rotten, I can tell you—just rotten! I'@ always looked upon her as @ woman who enjoyed every moment of her life—it only, shows how a clever woman can take you in when si up against it.” “Well?” “Well, that’s all,” Merredew said awkwardly. apologized—I said I'd only meant ft as a friendly hint, and then she smiled and said it was all right; but there were tears in her eyes, and—and—oh, I felt rotten, I can tell youl” “And she still goes to Despard’s?” “Nearly every nigtit, I believe; I g0 myself whenever I can for that Teason; we were both there last night, and she—Mrs. Sturgess—lost a couple of hundred pounds in about 10 minutes. I tell you, I don’t lke the look of it... .. Of course, I don't mean that it isn’t run on the straight, and all that, but. +. well— I wouldn't trust that fellow Rigden any further than I could see him.” He glanced at Tallentyre anxiously. “Of course you won't tell anyone’ “In it likely?" Tallentyre rose to his feet; he lit a fresh cigaret. “Is Mrs. Sturg: pard’s tonight?” he | “She said shé was,” Merredew an- |Swered. “She told me she was din- ing out first—and would come along afterward.” |. “She's dining at Hillyard’s, Look here—I'll come along with her if I can.” Merredew looked relieved; he was quite a youngster, but he waa genu- inely in love with Ji. “Thanks — thanks awfully,” | sald. “I'd ike you to nee for you self how the land lea; I'm not n urally @ suspicious chap, but I have felt jolly uncomfortable once or twice lately, There's @ kind of in | he Tallentyre opened his eyes, and) ‘The other man took «/ “Doing anything tonight? Merre. | what she said| WHY HIS BED IS NoT EVEN DISTURBED! EVIDENTLY WILBUR DIDNT COME HOME LAST NIGHT! AND HIS FRI FRECKLES, T WANT YOu Yo TAKE “TMAT SAY, TOM, WILBUR STAYED OUT ALL NIGHT! | WENT TO |] MAYBE HAPPEN TO HIM! You'D CALL HIM FOR HIS BREAKFAST | SOMETHING | BETTER CALL UP THE ' AND | FOUND HIS BED HADN'T { HAPPENED } POLICE DEPARTMENT: OFFICE, AND ASK FoR A “THIS SIDE UP’ LABEL 5 definite freling aout the place . . |_ Tallentyre nodded. “I know! well, TU come along.” | He went back to hig rooms and jchanged, and reached Hillyard’s house just a» Jill's landaulet drew Up at the door, | He waited for her, and they went in together, ‘ “This is an unexpected pleasure,” avoided looking tho her color had deepened a little at sight of him. She was dressed all in black, and he wondered if it was perhaps the somber mourning that made her look pale and tired. | There were shadows beneath her | eyes which he had not noticed before. and a little touch of something arti | ficlal in her votce and laugh, She hardly watted for an answer to her remark; she left him standing in the hall, and followed the maid upstairs, “You never told me Mr, Tallentyre was coming tonight. Kathy.” she #aid aa she kissed her sister. vofoe sounded sharp and excited. “You enid that Mr. Rig@en and I were to be the only two guests,” “IT know—but Ralph mat Mr. Tafl- entyre at the club, and asked him to come along. Jill, you do look tired?” Ji laughed; she th down her cloak, and dropped an easy be stretching her white arms. * am tired—I didn’t get to bed til! the early hours of the morning,” she admitted. “I haven't hadany beauty sleep for weeks; I'm getting quite Aiastpated.” . “Where were you last night,’ then?" Kathy naked | |,, "The Despards. Do you know them?” ‘ | “Yes, I do, and I cant stand them,” anid Kathy quickly. Jill laughed. “There are not many people you can stand, are there?” she asked whimatenly. She rose to her feet “Give me some powder, there's a dear—and if you've got any rouge, Kathy—" “Rouge!” “Why, I never, . want rouge tr “To put on my face, my dear, of course,” Jill said lightly. “I look a) perfect washed-out searecrow.| Haven't you really got ang?” | “I am afraid not, and ff I had) .. " Kathy looked at her sister with distressed eyes. “Oh, Jill, you never uned to une it.” ‘ “I never used to do lots of things! | 1 do now,” sald Jill with trony. “But one must move with the times. Don’t | look 0 shocked, Kathy—I'm only | doing what everyone of your friends | do. Elrica Hewing, and all the rest.” “Elrica!* said Kathy scornfully, “Sha, doesn't count.” “she counts a great deal,” Jill averred. “She's got money, and a title, and beauty—and Cyrus Tallen | tyre!” she added with a little laugh, |"What an achievement for one per. | sont” | Kathy made no answer. Jil! | seemed like a stranger to her tonight; many times she fancied that the old Jin had quite vanished, leaving in| her stead half a dozen personalities, all of whom were more perplexin, and less understandable than the| | ot ‘ | Jas Mr. Rigden come?” she | asked presently. Ji shook her head. “I don’t know; he didn't come with | me. Kathy, what did your worthy husband say when he knew you had | asked Mr. Rigden here?” | “I don’t remember,” said Kathy |quickly. She did, but it seemed tm. | | possible to tell Jill the many un-| complimentary things Ralph had | said of Rigden, ‘and of Jill, too, for that matter, She rose hurriedly. “Are you ready? Shall we ¢ dow “Yes—1 wish you had some rouge, tho,” Jill complained, “I'm glad 1 haven't,” Kathy an- swered. “I hate it.” They went downstairs, Tallentyre and Ralph were talking together in the drawing-room. Ralph greeted! | his sister-in-law rather coldly. When | he turned away, she looked at Tallen- tyre and shrugged her shoulders with @ little «mile, “Ralph doesn’t love ma, you} know,” she said presently, when he and she found themselves together for a moment. ‘#1 do so wonder why | —has he ever told you?” “I've never discussed you with him at all,” Tallentyre answered quietly. Jill laughed. “Why are yon staring at me so? she asked. “I know I looked washed out, but that’s Kathy's fault; I asked | her for some rouge, and she hadn't | any. I wonder she doesn't keep! me for people who are not fortun- | ate enough to have rose-leaf com plexions like her own.” She did not look gt him as she spoke; her hands clAsped and un- Glasped one another restiessly in her] aid Kathy blankly. + Ji, witht do ee = oe oe Gs, NO DousaT HE'S Few DAXS, Ber cur MAYBE SOMETHING DID Freckles Does His Work Well! | PACKAGE TOTUE Poste | 4 tl Mi TACK Te scHoow AGAIN oA Few <a GOwa To scHoo, NW OVT RYIMING ttHaT LtTme Tee He Mas LeFTt OR YoULe Go To THe REPA "O ar Sion By 1 Clelan: x * ———_—_— {@ SHOP IN A 7 Few punvotes TKD 4 ‘Seattle * * & Page 461 AN EARLY-DAY FE: There are all sorts of interest. ing and funny and sad ‘stories | apout enrly-day school expe riences told about this time of | year, because in so many houses, school {# the uppermost thing in the minds of everybody. ‘The other day it happened that Peggy and David met a man who was a very, very early-day school teacher in the Puget Sound coun try. Iny fact, he conduct first normal institute of Washington. He doesn't look a bit old, either. You never in the world would pick him out for a truly early-day pioneer, if you should meet him walking down Second ave. some day. “Well, children,” he said, “I'm not sure I have any stories you would care anything about. “I came out here pretty earty, came to take charge of the school at Port Gamble. “I didn’t know exactly what sort of place I was coming to, but I wanted to come West and I came. “I was a little worrled about my certificate. You know, every ak the very in the state MINATION teacher has to have one, and an Towa or a New York or Wisconsin certificate won't work in Colo- rado or California or Oregon. Each state must have its very own. “Bo I didn't know, “I got off the boat and tried to find out where the county su. perintendent lived. I found him working in the sawmill. “I have come to take charge of your Port Gamble school,’ I said, ‘Will you give me a teach- er’s examination? “He scratched his head ‘and frowned and said, ‘Don't just see how I can, Tomorrow's Sunday, 1 tell you what you do, you come ‘round tonight.’ “So when it was night I came to see him and the first thing he said was, ‘Do you ever gamble?" “Now, I never gambled in my life before or since, but I'd an iden he was trying to catch me, so I laughed and ald, ‘I never bet high unless I hold four aces.’ J ‘That's the answer,’ he eatd gravely. ‘Just git down and I'll give you your certificate.’” Mr, J. laughed and said, “You tell that story to your teacher and see what she thinks of how we managed in the early days.” aK, lap. - Tallentyre tried to think of some- thing to say, but for the moment he felt stupidly tongue-tied, He hated the flippancy of her words, «nd the bright, bard look tn} heé eyes, He noticed the way she) glanced again and again toward the door; the little flush that came and went #0 quickly in her cheeks “I'm going to the Despards later,” he said presently, ‘I suppose you will not be there? Bhe turned her bead sharply “You are going there! I thought you hated cards!” “So I do,” he admitted. “But I lke to look on sometimes while other people lose their money.” She bit her Ip, “You are not going, then?” Tallen- tyre repeated unemotionally “I don’t know—I may go; {t all depends; I—" she broke off, and her eyes turned again to the door as it ned, and a servant announced “Mr. Rigden,” (Continued Tomorrow) I felt, as Grace spoke, as if in the lives of Grace and Tom there must |be a secret room into which I could |never go. And, why shouldn't It be #0, I reued with myself. I had given up any right I ever had to Tom and this girl was at least trying to live |p to romething for him. | “Then you are staying; I'm so | glad,” I started to leave. | “Don't go yet,” Grace was speak- }ing hurriedly; “this isn’t nearly fin- lished. There are a great many | things you ought to know that you have not been told. “You will keep in mind while I tell you this,” she continued, “that 1 jam telling It neither for you nor for jme, but for—T | “In the first pice he wasn’t what |you' thought when he came down | there and found me—and I think you jehoula know that. | “I didn't love Tom—I never have, | because the only love I've ever had |to give any man was all given to Frank DeLane, who came into my |Mfe and passed out like a shadow in |the night, leaving me—nothing—not jeven regret. Jan't It strange that if |a worian really loves sho never re- i ? “So I didn't love Tom—but I tried to lure him. “I tried in every way I knew to lure him.” “I knew he had money, because he came with a bunch of students, the sone of wealthy men-and when- over they neared the quarters it was passed along, All the girls used tu put on an extra frill and most of them pretended the ingenue, who had somehow gotten In and couldn't help herself and wanted to get out of it, "You can’t have the least idea of how many young men fall for that story,” she was reminiscent, “and marry @ girl and put her tn a good home. “Anyhow, when the boys came and T saw them, I picked out Tom as my particular prey. I don't want to work him, as a lot of girls would have, for a wedding ring and a home. “It was just for the fun of the game. We flirted along for awhile. He drank sometimes more than he should have—and often enough he appeared with the boys of the crowd, but somehow I didn't seem to be d neither did any one else, BY ALLMAN CHIEF OF POLICE? DID YOUGET ANY H HAVE BEEN HIT |] REPORT ON A YOUNG MAN BY THE NAME OF WILBUR DUFF? HE'S FIVE FEET TEN INCHES TALL, DARK HAIR = BROWN EVES - KIND oF A NUT! NO NOT CRAZY BUT | WOULDN'T SAY THAT, TOM! HE GETS MY GOAT LOTS OF “Finally, at the end of all of the other little tricks, I resorted to the story of- miy past. I told him the truth. I even told the chapter tn |which Frank Deane figured. I re- member—it was my birthday and my After SprinkleBlow had gone, Nancy hunted up the brass polish and stove polish and silver polish and set to work a’shining up the fairyman’s house. Nick beat rugs and moved furntture and did chores of all vorts, and soon the place shone ‘ke Aladdin's lamp. Wouldn't Sprin- kle-Blow be surprised, though, when he returned from his vacation to find everything so spick and span, without any trouble to himstif at all? Everything was done at last and Nancy, arms akimibo, surveyed thelr work with pride. “Now, what'll we do, Nick?” she asked, smoothing down her apron, “What else can we clean?” Just then her eye fell on the key to the house of the Nuisance Fuiries, hanging on the nail in the wall where Sprinkle-Blow had left It, and an idea popped into her head. She making much headway with himjhad forgotten what the fairyman bad sald about not touching it, “Oh, a THE CROQUET TOURNAMENT BROKE UP TODAY WHEN YOUNG ROBINSON PLAYED OUT OF HIS TURN DRIVING A CRASHING ‘BLOW AGAINST STAR PLAYER PURDYS WHENA WOMANTELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) CHAPTER XXVIIIL—I LEARN GRACE TRIED TO LURE TOM father—* Grgce DeLane stopped Her ‘voice didn’t break. here weren't any tears—but one knew that something in the past was grip ping her, 7 1 ges ENTURES fe) afte Tw! NS FALL CLEANING Everything was done at last Nickie, let’# clean house for the Nuisance Fairies, too, poor things,” she cried. “I don't suppose that anye body does anything at all for them, and I'm sure they'd like to be serubbed up!" Nick thought ft a good idea. “But,” said he, “how can we get in without opening the door, and if we open the door they'll all get out at onca, and if they all get out at once, the earth will have forty kinds of weather, Then what would Mr, Sprinkle-Blow say?” Nancy was thoughtful, “I'l! tell you," she answered slowly. “We'll ask our Magic Shoes to make us lit. tle enough to crawl thru the keyhole. "That's easy enough!” ¢ “But then we can't tale the pok ighes along,” declared Nick. “No, that won't do.” “Then,” said Nancy firmly, “we'll just have to use™the key and be quick about it.” (To Be Continued) y (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stag i