The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 7, 1921, Page 9

BY ALLMAN THERE IT 15, ow! | HOPE NOTHING HAS HAPPENED ‘ro Him! BOSS, MY NEPHEW, WILBUR SEEMS To HAVE DISAPPEARED ~HE HASN'T BEEN TO THE OFFICE FOR TWO DAYS NOR SHOWN UP AT HOME FOR TWO NIGHTS THE POLICE KNOW NOTHING OF HIM AND MY WIFE 13 WORRIED | I'D PL Sick! WHAT poe 14d SAY, JOHN, HAS WILBUR BEEN DOWN To WORK ‘THIS HELLO, HELEN? Have Mou HEARD ANYTHING ABOUT WILBUR YET? WELL, | PUT AN AD IN THE PAPER OFFERING FIVE HUNDRED DOLLARS REWARD! IT WILL RUN IN TONIGHTS By RUBY M. AYRES St} All Rights Reserved 3 NO SIR, HE HASN'T SHOWN UP YET AND HE WASN'T HERE ALL DAY Ace AN (Continued From Yesterday) ‘Pallentyre’s firet thought was that he had never seen a more handsome Man than Rigden; the second, that he bad never seen a face he trusted Tess, He was acutely consctous of the ‘Way Jil looked at the newcomer; of the eager way Rigden turned to Breet her, of the unnecessary length Of time which he held her hand, and A sudden bitter jJenlousy surKed ‘thru bis heart. ‘Was this the man who was to fill the place that might have been his? Rather a thousand times that « cleanliving, honorable boy like young Morredew stepped in and cap tured the prize which he himself had Valued so little. He bowed stiffly when he was tn ‘troduced to Rigden; his sleepy prejudiced stock of the other "es handsome face. Wellcut features, and very blue eyes, a drooping brown mustache, and excélient teeth; he realised that there was something in this man's Personality which did not alto- - end depend on features for its Rigden sat down beside Jil with Ban air of proprietorship, and Tallen tyre moved. away. They went in to dinner almost at “Once, and here again Rigden sat be- F Bide Jill, and talked to her most of Ey the time. “Well, what do you think of my | sister-tn-ta: choice?” Hillyard > faked him afterward. There was touch of cynicism tp his voice; he looked keenly at Tallentyre as he apoke. __ “He's a handsome chap,” Tallen- tyre maid. “He talks well, too.” for would he have ad. mitted that “he already hated the aight of Rigden. trusted him, as young Merredew had done. “He can sing, too.” Hillyard ad- ted reluctantly. “I believe he has S. agricultural experts have ped a process of preserving fruits by freesing. ™ ® } small Woman Overcomes ‘Trouble and Is Restored to Health and Happiness ‘A remarkable instance of power of Tancac to overcome stom- | ach trouble is reported by Mrs. Nel Me Terrell, 209% Eighth ave, Seattle, tht I can hardly find words @xpress my gratitude to Tanlac. since I was a girl I had been bad health, unable to eat what I ed and suffering the greatest nervous and subject fearful headaches and so weak Was on the verge of a total col- My friends hardly know me for I have actually gained fwer ty-nine pounds and I just can't elt how happy I am, as I'm able ir the first time in many years to what I want. grand medi¢ine and I feel that to say about EAR OIL vert in Nostrils. 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YESTERDAY! ‘The two at the plano were laugh tng and talking together in an un| dertone i Presently Rigden sat down to the siano, and Jill took a chair & ttle} way from him, There might have | been nobody else in the Yoom jude | ing from the attention stre (gave) him. When he began to play she) kept her eyes fixed on hig fac | Hillyard had spoken nob than) the truth when he sald that Rigden sang well, He had a fine baritone voice with great depths of feeling. and he had none of the aire and mannerisms which so many singers affect. knew well—a song which Kathy had asked him to sing. ‘The words were very sad and sen- timental; the music slow and full of feelin, nd the voice of the singer lost no opportunity to express every shade and shadow of emotion. “L heard it et the first concert I ever went to with Ralph,” Kathy told Jill in a whisper. Last night I wae dreaming of thee, was dreaming: didst promise we hould part. lov'd yolce addressed me, ft hands caressed me, es, and press'd thee once more to my heart im’ thou wert living, my tn once more| my breaat, While thy perfumed tresses, and tender caresses, ‘Thrilied me, and atilied me, and lull'd me te reat. he! ‘Talientyre moved resttessly; Hie chose a song which Tallentyre | FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS afraid of him.” * ‘Talientyre did not answer; he moved @ little nearer to where Jiil| sat. She was very flushed, and her) hands moved nervously as she dealt | the cards. She gianced up once, | and met his q@es. She called to him | challenging! | “Not playing, Mr. Tallentyre? rar did not particularlyycare for music, | very <ul!” but was something in the| mou: words that seemed like a voice out of the past—the voice of the girl who Dad once pleaded with him not to her heart and ruin her lite. He leaned an elbow on the arm of his chair, shading his eyes with his hand. He could not bear to look at Ji, and remember that the change | in her was of hie doing: that the) gift, Jil, who had once Jooked at/ him with eyes of such innocent lo | was thie: woman with the light, arti- | fictal voice and laugh, who was rush | ing recklessly hither and thither in a) vain search for the happiness of | whith his selfish, brutal desire bad robbed her. CHAPTER VII “T Yike that song,” Kathy sald Rigden had finished, “But it's) Jil laughed. don’t you mean?” she said Mippantiy: “I think the words are most awfully silly; don’t you, Mr. Tallentyre?” Tallentyre roused himself with an effort. He said: “Yes,” and then I think Tantac | ~No;" and then was forced to admit. | anyone with an embarrassed laugh, that he had not heard what she said. “Cig’s asleep half bis life,” Hul- yard sald jokingly. “Wake up, you oli bounder!” Tallentyre sat up obediently. Jil! had turned to Rigden — they were to tind ma Presentiy, Tallentyre got up. and strolled across to where they wére sitting. “Mayn't we have anther song?” he asked. He was not in the least anx- fous for another, but anything was preferable to having to watch these two, and not be able to hear what they were saying. | Ji rose at once; she moved a little) from him. | must be getting along. 1 prom- | ised Mrs, Despard to look in there lon my way home. I'm not stay late, though—late ‘nights just kill me.” She went over to her sister. re yoy going to the Despards’, too?” Tallentyre asked Rigden, The other man smiled, showing his easively fine teeth. phall escort Mrs. Sturgess—-if she will allow me. ‘Tallentyre bit bis Up. “I'm going that way myself,” he) jeaid lightly. “If I am not de trop.” He did not waft for an answer. When Jill said goodnight. he fol- lowed her. He kept close to Rigden all the time; he had no intention of allowing him another tete-a-tete conversation with Jill that night. Jill's car was waiting, and the! three drove away together. Rigden sat next to her.. Once, ag the yellow Nght from a street lamp flashed into the window, Tallentyre could have sworn that he saw the other man take Jill's hand. Hoe sat there with his armas closely folded to keep him- self from some outburst; he hated the fellow—it was insufferable that Jil should permit him to be on such terme of familiarity with her, At the Despards’ he scott Jost sight of her, The house was crowded, and taro was being played in two differ. I Tallentyre refused to play; he jfound Merredew, and wandered about the rooms with him. ire. Sturgess—is «he here?” Merredew asked, anxiously, Be ‘es; I came with her and Rig- n. “You've seen him then? What do you think of him?" “He's an outsider!* “I'm glad you think #6, too, 1 can't stand the chap, Thera they are—look at him now.” Tallentyre looked towards the head of the long table round which some twenty people were gathered. Jill sat there in a high-backed chair, and Rigden was standing beside her, ‘leaning a Mttle towards her, speak- ing confidentially. Tallentyre looked away. “That's what he does every night,” ‘young Merredew said, jealously, “He. ven as if they were engaged. Dk— im!’ His young tac# was flushed and angry. ‘Tallen laughed mirthlessiy, “There's no accounting for tastes,” jhe said. “I® she likes the fello: “But she doesn't—I swear she from the way yat carda, He did not answer: but when some one moved from a chair beside her, he slipped quietly into it, forestalling Rigden, ‘The whole scene was eo familiar to him—the rows of excited facea—the piles of money~the green cloth, and| the incessant shuffling of the cards. |» Once, years ago, the gambling fever had run riot In his velns, but it had long since burnt itself out, and now the sight of {t all merely bored him and made him feel sick He hated to see Jill sitting there, with that wide, eager look in her eyes. Who would have believed that a year ago she had been a shabby | little city typist, trudging to and fro from the dreary house in Acacia Ter: | raceT / » So much r had gone thru the mill since then—so many emotions had torn their hearts apart. His eyes met here. “You are losing?’ he asked. She taughed. “I always do; I have rotten luck I ought to be lucky In love, oughtn't if the old saying le to be believed? He did not answer. There was & hint of mockery in her words. It was long past midnight before thought of galing home. Somewhere in the room a clock was striking one when Ji) threw down the last cards, ” 1'm broke!” she said iaughidgty. eo elve take the — he rose from ber ae, { Tallentyre. Rigden have followed, but Tallentyre barred { hie way. It was done gecidentally to all appearances, but Rigden's face darkened. “If you will allow me.” he said stiffly. But by the time he was free to pars Jill had left the room. , Talléntyre got, his hat and coat. and went out of the house. A row, of cars were waiting in the street; he sought out one which he knew te be Jill's, and spoke to the chauffeur. | ‘The man listened, then shook bis head agitatedly, protesting. “{ shouldn't dare, sir.” | “Nonsense! 1 promise you shan’t be biamed. You'll lose nothing if you do this." ‘Their hands touched, and presently | the big limousine waa slipping away | thru the night. Tallentyre went back to the house. He met Merredew in the hall. “I'm going to give Rigden the Mip," he said quickly, in an under-| tone. ‘Don't ask any question. if you see me borrow your car.” He moved away. ~Merredew nodded, but he looked a little perplexed. Jill was standing a few paces from him, She looked tired to death, and her enger flush had faded; #hé seemed hardly to be listening to what Rigden was saying to her. “Ien't my car here?” she asked, | impatiently. “Do please inquire, 1 want to go home.” Tallentyre Half amiled as Rigden slipped away into/the crowd. Pres ently he came back. of “It's not here yet. Perhaps they've had @ breakdown. Woyld you like the to send for a taxi, ‘or shall we wait?” He«spoke in a proprietary tone that sent the angry blood to Tallen- tyre’s face, but he moved forward calmly enough. | “My car is at your disposal,” he “I ghall be only too delighted you home.” dered if it were his imagt nation that she*turned to him with an air of relief. It made his heart ache to wee the weariness of her face. If this was what the life she had longed for had done for her, how much better off she had been in the| old days, “You are very kind—thank you. T am tired.” She laid the tips of her fingers on his arm, Rigden was following close behind. | Out on the pathway Tallentyre! | yard. alone —~ e TT TRUE SERVICE STATION PAPER - MLL LET You KNOW IF y I HEAR ANY THING. 7 + CLNMTATS A SPARK OF GENIUS USING "HE BRIM OF MY BY BLOSSER N6& That HOSE!" 2 WANT TEN WANT THEM IN THE TANK, NOT ME OUTSIDE OF THE CAR * Page 462 | + OLF * By bel Cle. ml | | | ANNA'S STORY . ‘ Peery and Anna sat at their tea party with all Peggy's pretty little dishes on the wee table be. tween them. “Before Anna said, ‘I'm going to tell you @ story grandpa other day.” “An Bremerton?” Peggy asked. “Yes, it was near there,” Anna replied, “but it was before there was any Bremerton or Mannette. | “It was when all that land was coveted with forest and the set ters lived miles aparty and there were lots of Indians coming and going on the Sound and thru the forest. ? “Well, there lived in this forest a young wood cutter and his wife and baby. The wood cutter clear. ef a little space cabin, every! tree around it but one. “This ‘one he left standing Ike @ giant’soldier in front of hte lit- tle house, “The wife loved It as it stood there, grand and. straight, amid all the broken I go home, Peecy,” told me the enrfy.4ay story about and built his then working out he cut stumps im her She would sit on her dodr- p and look at it as if it were ay friend, “But sure it was a wise thing to-leave | ft, because one fir tree standing | they gave a lot of money to the |) the wood cutter wasn’t fen't safe, Its shallow roots, exposed to the rain with no tude.” ake 7 sheltering brother firs around it, | pull loone from the earth and the |) tree falls. : “One night a terrible storm |) came—wind blew and rain fl in |! sheets agugpst the wood cutter’s |) cabin. “I'm going to get up,’ he said, [| ‘and see about the tree. If it || ‘falls it will fall this way and |) jcrush the house Wee an ess | | abel’ “He opened the door and took- |ed out and he heard thru ‘the {| | noting of the storm the cry of an Indian, ; | “"L wonder,’ he said, ‘I Wonder | whag that can be, Sounds ike an Indian in distress, Must a |) | woman, too? “He went out into the storm, | calling and following the sound of the volce. “And when) he reached it, ho f) found a ttle lost Indian girl | who had been left by her tribe | when they passed thru the forest | days before. “The man took het tn and he and his wife warmed and fed her and then they, all went to sleep, “when the storm was over, the |! wood cutter took the little girl to ff) her people. “They asked a lot of questions then said, ‘We make gift.” And wood cutter to show their grati- | lola ceeeeEEnEE eee turned to him. “I am sorry,” he sald coolly. “But there's no room for @ third, Fugden. I dare say you'll have no difficulty in gefting a tr He followed Jill into the little Brougham, flung al word to the chauffeur, and they’ had plexed. streets, with his permission.”, “on!” dhe seemed a trifle per She looked away from him thru the open window into the silent “T can't think what has started before there was time for| happened to mine,” she said ner: Rigden to protest. | vously. Jill laughed nervously. “1 didn't ko you had a car,” she said. “Wave your fortunes im proved, or what is it?” “No; quite the reverse—and th waiting ihe looks at him--from the expres- sion of her eyes—I believe she’ is’ car is not mine, anyway. It belongs ityre said quietly. away. “He heard th “1 bave never known Plerce! | late before.” “He wasn't late tonight,” Tallen- | all. “He was there for you, and I sent him ttle gasp of amaze to Merredew. 1 commandeered it—|ment she gave; could feel her eyes on him, 3 “Well?” he atked, “You must be mad! mean?” “I'm not mad. But I meant to get | you away from that fellow,” he said, j with a touch of passion in his lazy | voice, “And I've succeeded, thaigs What do you | “It's unpardonable — how dare you?” She half rose in ‘her seat, |but Tallentyre caught her, forcing her back again, (Continued Tomorrow) WHENA WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright, 1921, CHAPTER XXIX.—HOW TOM RESCUED 2 . by Beattio Star.) : GRACE CAMERON ; “My father had sent me a box of place -ké had arranged for me. He thing. ; white asters for my _ birthda: Grace continued; “white flow from his old-fashioned garden. He thought I was doing office work-—- and I wore them that night. “When finally I finished talking, Tom put out his hand. I thought he was going to take me in his arms he had never os much as kissed me—but instead he broke one of the white asters from its fastening at my belt and looked at it intently, “I knew then that all of my effort had been lost. I knew that Tom was@ beyond the lure of women, as simp- ly women. At first I was angry, and then thinking more sanely of it, I waited quietly for him to make the next move, “What he said when he spoke seemed 80 ~ fooligh——l simply re marked on the loveliness of that lit- tle country flower. Then he went away. Jays passed before I saw him again—the same college crowd came a number of times, but Tom wasn't ih them. “In these days that followed 1 came to know what an old-fashioned garden could mean in the life of a woman. It stands for something sweet and clean and worth while It is something to look back to and from which to start again. “Finally, one afternoon, Tom came —alone. “We talked things over—he and 1," Grace wad speaking slowly, “and he said, just as so many men had said before, that that wasn't any kind of @ place for a girl to live and he told me he could make different arrangements. “Foolish girl that I was! I thought he meant, by that expression, just what a dozen or more others had meant when they said {t-—and suddenly feeling that I wanted to get away, exclaimed, ‘I'lle do any: thing for your “Tom caught what I meant and then told me that I had misunder- stood. He explained that he just wanted to help—but didn’t #&now why, “It will be hard for you to under- stand, Miss Sorensen, that I felt hurt over the fact that he turned me down—didn't Wwant me. T had gone so far in the opposite direction that I could not grasp Tom's measure of things—it wa beyond me. “He seemed to take possession of me, ‘however,” continued Grace, wasn't there I expected he would, be. There was a little note on the | table from him saying that he -hoped |T'd like the place and soon find my- | self In some new way and that he would drop in occasionally. | “It was on those last words T lin- The Twins took down the key of the house of the, Nuisance Fairies, where Sprinkle-Blow Wid hung it on a nail, then they gathered up their brooms, and brushes, and rags, and polishes, and crossed the road. “Look, Nick,” cried Nancy, “they see us coming. I was hoping they would all be asleep.” Nick looked up—and behold! Jumpy Lightning wes looking out of one window, Old Man Flood out of another, Old Sizaly Dry-Weather out of a third, and indeed at every win- dow in the house appeared the face of a Nuisance Fairy staring at them curiously, “Well,” said Nancy, “they'll soon know what we are after, and won't | they be pleased to know that we jare going to clean house for thetn!" | “I don’t know,” answered Nick |doubtfully. “They say that Old Man Flood is an elegant serubber.” “Don't you believe it!” declared Nancy. “He's the dirtiest thing! “Tom did drop in—but in the noon. It was just a formal call. |@ few days came a note from with some money. He told me to to a little town and stay there until | 1 was thoroly rested and neta | fresh and ready to go to work, |that then he would get me some “I went to that lttle & jtown, Miss Sorensen. I dug in the earth and planted and tended flow. ~ ers all of one summer, I visited brit occasionally and then. in the ral.” Hy They yathered up their brooms and brushes to clean up after a flood.” The Twins slipped the key Into the door softly and steppe@ inside, slam- ming it behind them before even wily Jack Frost knew what they were about. “Goodness! he said to him self with a sheepish grin, “If I'd Known that, I'd have slipped out and had some fun. What is it, kiddies? What are all the brushes and brooms and bottles for? You look as though you had just come from Scrub-Up Land.” - ‘When the Nuisance Fuiries jheand the news there was a great hullas balloo, Everybody was pleased and everybody came and shook and said couldn't he help and if there was anything he could do just to please mention tt. “No! Nancy shook her head, “We'll clean upstairs first, and all you need to do is to be very quiet and keep out of our way. We are going to be ~— busy.” » Continued) “and the next day 1 went to the Farmer Smith always says he has (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stay.