The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 8, 1921, Page 11

, PAGE 11 BY ALLMAN BLACKMAIL NOTHING! MEET MRS. WILBUR DUFF! WE ELOPED! THE $500 ISA WEDDING PRESENT FROM You! THURSDAY, SEPTEMBER 8, 1921. THE SEATTLE STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFFS MRS. DUFF, ) CAME FOR THE. FIVE HUNDRED DOLLAR REWARD! 1 CAN PRODUCE WILBUR DUFF! Meet Mrs. Wilbur Duff Teumes we [| HELLO every Boy! ia ALLBICHT 7 HAS | 2 DID You MISS MET NOW) CALM YOURSELF! 1CAN HAVE HIM HERE IN A MOMENTS OW WNERE IS HE? come L [WINDS OF THE WORLD” By RUBY Wttle white at all events. You won't give me a moment in which to talk © you. And perhaps.I haven't want @4 you to—until tonight! But the ight of you sitting there with that M. AYRES She tried to contro! herself. “Leave me alone. Please, please! He turned away, and there was 4 little atlence; then she spoke with a sort of weary mirth tn her volce—- broken ag it was with sobs, “it's all right—I'm over-tired. I'm sorry I cried, Aren't we nearty) home? He did not anewer. This was the RiGHT Int OUT WITH fT, MISS! HERE’S THE money! —that damned chariatan—" He Broke off, breathing hard. “Well, I've you to myself now, and that's all You can what gare chout. Cy ad eel van no hope of ever winning her forgivencas, They had nearty reached | her house now, He made a last ap | peal as the car slowed down. He turned} hand, but she avoid. > z fi BE i tf iy I i 44 8 f if g i < 1 7 ul i i i] 357 i E 17 a a3¢ i a itz i é F if z ; ‘ i el | | ae i i ‘ - Zz > 3 7 z H g Fi 5. af x { 4 i z if 3 z i x8 | az li Hitt if i ii if F i ! Ber EE { i i j | | i | iy He ~ He av tek I i ? OWL DRUG CO. Bites, it M OSsgult 1% aero thnenone ig jhe would take her at her word, and be glad to accept his freedom. She uel] : sity sé zi i 4E Zz Se uF E i if Hd je tf 1 | 5 : ; & 1 5 F i “ i Hy a ite ssf A i yf H i if , f c i fi pig ES He ft! sf | z ak 5 } & ii iE, i #23 a8 i: | qe i g i 5 8 f Lis pie F Het fy fiat ili cht ile j ! i Bz it} H And in another fortnight she would have married this man; she would bave tied herself to him for life with no hope that he would ever care any more for her—with nothing | better than his calm politeness to look forward to. She crushed the letter in her hand and tossed it away; after all, she was not obliged to marry him. She leaned back tn her chair, a little painful flash in her checks. ‘Would he care if she broke off her engagement’? she Some how it did not seem vefy likely, enve that it would materially alter his own prospects. That he was up to his eyes in debt, she knew; that his creditors were merely keeping quiet ‘because of his coming marriage, she | also knew: and for a moment 4 little vixenish light filled her eyes as she thought of the dismay it would cause if now—at the last moment—there was to be no marriage. ‘That would hurt him; that would make him feel; would rouse him from his cold apathy, if only to a sense of anger. She rose from her chair; she went over to a writing table that stood in the window, and took up a pen. There was a faint finsh tn her! cheeks, her heart was beating fast; she knew that with some natures a thing has to be lost before its vatue is realized, She wondered if perhaps | with Tallentyre, the loss of herself | might waken him to the knowledge that he had cared after all. She began to write hurriedly; she sealed and dispatched the letter be fore ashe allowed herself time to think. Fa Then the inevitable revulsion of | feeling set tn, She had not realy wished to break her engagement; she loved him |—f& panic of fear closed down on her heart as she thought that perhaps had been a fool to write such a letter —she would have given five years of her life at that moment to have been [N Ha at last Tallentyre had to marry him, she kne @ had realized her wanted tha man—she wanted 3 2 5 E g F my Hi =hE if last; he was #0 sure he knew what | were its contents that it came as a) distinct shock to read the figst few) linea. He sat for a moment staring at} her flowery handwriting with rather @azed eyes before he could fully un- @erstand ite meaning. ‘Then it came over him with a rush. He was jilted! That was the top and bottom of it all-—Jjilted! He got up and walked about the) room; for the moment at least the knowledge conveyed nothing to him. | HA took the letter up again and read | it thru once more—then suddenly he stretched hie arms wide to the room | —the weary lines of his tace-gone aa | if by magic. | Free--he wha free! So many times lately he had been tortured by the longing to be free, so many times he | had dreamed of the joy it would be, and now it had come unexpectedly and suddenly, without any seeking on his part. For the moment that was his onty thought: he forgot the insurmount- able difficulties he would have to face—the debts—the liabilities; it was only much later that the re membrance of them all came back to him with crushing force. | He sat down and answered Elrica’s note unhesitatingly. While regretting her decision, he said, he could only realize that she | was right—he had never been good | enough for her; he hoped she would find happiness with another and more worthy man; he would always be her very affectionate friend. | He had never felt more affection: | ately towards her than now, but there was not the faintest regret in| the feeling—not the least wish that! things had been different. i} He sent his answer by mesnenger. When he knew it had aafely gone, it was as if a weight had fallen from his shoulders; the future was his own. Hoe had not seen Jin since that night when he drove her home from the Despards’, tho he had heard of her frequently from young Merre- dew. She was still to be seen every- where with Rigden—and people were | talking. “It makes me sick,” young Merre- dew said with boyish despair, “What; the devil can she see in him beats me-—-the man’s just a charlatan, an outsider, Tallentyre let him rave; he was not in the least Jealous of Merredew, and perhaps the boy's outspokenness able to take it back. She sat down and hid her face in ber hands, ; was of some comfort to his own heart. INTereet TaD rea 'D Like To Ger ALL RIGHT, HERE ORDER. "TAKE THAT JUNK OF JUNK AWAY Pac In FRONT CF MY Res. + a Page \ ar Seattle _ « 463 DECORATION DAY IN 1896 “Why, yes,” said the lady next to Peggy, “I count myself a plo neer, though I'm not in the sume class as yout grandmother and your Aunt Ellen.” “You couldn't have come as carly as that,” Peggy laughed, “‘enuse your hair doesn't be gry at all, but I ‘spect you can ‘mem: ber quite earlyday stories.” “Well, it looked like pioneering to us," the Indy replied. “We lived at Rocky Point near Tracy. ton. There was no wharf at all, landed at a float and a man came in his towboat and took us ashore. “That man was our only neigh: bor, except for the Siwashos. When we went to school, mother rowed us across to Tracyton in little boat and we walked a mile and a haif thru the woods besides, “I remember how queer holi- days were to us—#o different from the ones we had been used to in our home tn Minneapolis. ‘We had no church and the school house was a little one-room affair, “When May came and we asked about Decoration day we found that there was no celebration be 8k cause there were no graves to decorate. “The more we children thought about it the worse we felt. don't think it's patriotic,” I said, ‘I think we just ought to decorate some graves. I don't think it's nice a bit not to do it.’ “We sat disconaolately out on a log as we talked. All around us wore stumps—bdig and little and middle-sized and fallen logs, and growing over and angund and be tween, hundreds of wild flowers that nature had sprinkled around to try to hide the ugliness man had wrought in what had been the beautiful forest. “Suddenly an idea came to one of us. ‘I'll tell you what let's do,’ he cried. ‘Let's pretend these logs are streets and the stumps are houses and things.’ “So we mapped out our make believe town, Then we chose two great stumps, higher than all the rest and named them Washington and Lincoln. “And we gathered great arm- fuls of the wild flowers and made them into garlands and bung them about the stumps and had our services. “I doubt If more realy patriotic homage was ever given the two great heroes.” hehehe! Of the Hillyards he had seen little or nothing; he purposely kept away from them, knowing full well that Jill was a constant visitor at the house. After what. had occurred that night in Merredew's car he had not felt equal to meeting her again. He wondered what she would say when she heard of his broken en- gagement—if it would give her even the emajlest throb of pleasure. It was this thought that woke him to the fresh realization of the fact was still as far as ever from the woman he loved. He was @ ruined man—when it became known that he was not to marry Biriga there would be a pack of creditors down on him, like dis appointed wolves; they had counted orf his marriage—they had been von- fident of it—the thought stuck un- pleasantly, On all sides he was hemmed in by the consequences of his own folly: tho Eirica had thrown him over, he was etill tied irrevocably. that tho he was free of Lirica, he (Continued Tomorrow) (Copyright, 1921, “And then--in the fall,” Grace continued her story, “Tom ‘came again and once more took me away. He brought me here—and that, Miss Sorensen, is the end of the story so far as Tom and I are concerned.” How queer, I thought—Tom has made this the haven of two girls for whom he feared. § ~ 1 didn’t much like the idea of hav- ing been directed to the same place to which he had directed a girl who had come up as Grace had; yet I had to confess that the thought was unworthy. ‘Why shouldn't Tom have been as considerate of Grace as of me— weren't we each @ woman trying to find ourselves in a world which had, for us, gone awry? Grace was speaking again. “There is just one more thing I want to say—in regard to Tom—that will count more to you—perhaps— than anything else.” I waited, half fearfully. “There are men,” Grace was speak- ing, “who, though they go danger ously near to the flame, come out unseared. Tom is one of them, “We often think that men, every. man, likes to wade in the mire and that there is never any regret for a past——but we're wrong there, Miss) Sorensen. Goodness is sexless. “In all of the time that I was de- pending on Tom Bradford, not once aid he kiss me—and I soon learned to not expect any such thing from him.” So this was Tom—the Tom who had offered himself to me. I felt as I listened to Grace Cameron that perhaps I had thrown away life's gold for--what? Vaguely I wondered just what IT waa traveling toward. I couldn't ex actly tell. The thought disturbed me. “You have been very frank,” I said, “and very brave. It isn't often that we have courage enough to face ourselves as you seem to do.” I couldn't help admiring the girl. “And Now it's af arranged that you are going to stay and go on aa| if there had never been a note from Tom?” I questioned. "Yes," she smiled. “We are partying here tomorrow night—did you know that?” I asked. “Hope nothing dreadfyl happens to spoil it!” she laughed, as she closed the door of her room behind me. How like a woman, I thought, as I walked toward my room—hoplitg, ‘ by Beattlo Star.) CHAPTER XXX.—I APPROACH THE PARTY WITH MISGIVINGS before the catastrophe came, that it wouldn't happen! Women are born trouble-borrowers, But I suppose that ts nature's way of evening things up. Men wouldn't trouble @ bit beforehand and would spend very little time in regret after ward—eo probably that is why femin- ine folk have a talent for borrowing U € Fourth of July. The Nuisance Fairies promised to be very good and very quiet and to stay downstairs, while Nancy and Nick cleaned their second floor. And they kept their word. Even when Howly Thunder noticed something and winked at his best friends, Jumpy Lightning and Old Man Flood, nodding his head at the same time toward the front door, he did it ever so quietly. And when Jumpy Lightning and Old Man Flood saw what he meant, they nodded back quietly, too. This was what they saw. The Twins had slammed the door but they had not locked it. The way was clear for all the Nutsance Fairies to escape. Upstairs the Twins were as busy as Roman candies on the Fourth of July. They swept and dusted and sorubbed and cleaned and made beds and moved furniture and soon had everything shining. “Somebody's going to have a big surprise,” said Nancy, surveying their work with pride “I think they deserve something nice for being so WHEN A WOMAN TELLS}/«." By RUTH AGNES ABELING a ; di i | i t H i i i | | i<. 3 i if i i | i : good, don't you, Nick? Let's call them all up.” Nick was about to agree when @ distant roaring reached thelr cars A queer, mixed, rumbling ® The Twins rushed to the window looked down to the earth, below, What a sight met their The Nuisance Fairies had every mother’s aon of them, were quarreling. Old Man Sizzly Dry Weather by the neck try+ ing to choke him, while Jack hopped around on one foot laughed. » | Howly Thunder and Jumpy ning were fighting Mr. Mr, Storm was out both of you. T now that summer is over.’ Get he cried, The next thing the Twins saw them. “Quick? said Nick, “we must Cd down and help him.” Ci, (To Be Continued) : (Copyright, 1931, by Seattle Staxp