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Sf “WINDS OF THE WORLD” By RUBY M. AYRES (antinved From Yesterday) Womeone tapped at the door. ‘Will you eee Mr. Hillyard, please, looked at him, not understand. @o you meant a a a PPETBy don't mean that. Jill, Cig ts we Ing) England next a ee ia J am going with him—tI have I would. I promised him yl you till the last minute, Droken that promise be She spoke in tones, wondering a little trizis i § j E i 5 ft 4 i s r E oft Hh Hs i 1 3 i Bo and oF ri I i 3 [ 6 ‘i 2 a 5 iM All Rights Reserved awful time with his creditora But, “Shali—ehall long?” Jill asked presently, “Some months, Cig says he shall the room restlessly; he seamed to have changed Into a middle-aged man aM at once, Jill thought as she | watched him; before Kathy died he | drooped lstleasty—his smooth brown | hair was growing gray—there was a j hard line to his usually complacent mouth. What would Kathy say if she could see him now? Jill asked her- self with a sudden stab. He looked what he was—a broken bearted man. Her cyes foflowed him about the room im his restless pactng—pres- ently he came to a standstill by the piano, and she saw him leok at the words of the gong lying there: “I dreamed thou wert lvii my darling, my darting.” Ji0 turned away, and for a long | time there was unbroken silence. Jill thought of Tallentyre with an impatience— In spite of all that had happened, she had never ceased to love him, j cheat herself into the belief that he was no longer anything to her. “What are you going to do with the rest of your life, Jill?” he asked, ‘The suddenness of the question Drought the tears to her eyes, and she tried to laugh to cover her un- wonted emotion. H Fj cd ~ t i r tf i Ef iJ H : i ij t il! i! Ey 3 fy E i ty if [ i! i Fi if i! i a} GEORGE D. SHAW, Springfield, Mass. | “To say that I feel twenty-five . younger, twenty-five years tht and twenty-five years yer expresses what Tanlac has for me better than any other 1 can put it,” said George D. ww, veteran of the Civil War, ow lives at 821 Walnut street, [*I am now seventy-eight years 4 and I don’t hesitate to say I never known a medicine (6 Tanilac. For fifteen years 1 subject to attacks of indigestion were #0 bad at times I would ve to lay up for a week or two nem long time I lived on crackers iad milk alone as nothing else with me. “When 1 etarted on Tanlac I _ J 6 80 wonderfully butle up, I now weigh one hundred and forty-three pounds and my stomach is as sound as a dollar. In fact, I believe I could eat the old army rations again without it hurting me in the least, “I never miss a chance of saying & g004 word for Taniac and I would like to urge the boys of the ‘Sixties’ who are not feeling right to give it @ trial, for I am sure it would put them in line again just aa it has me. For @ man of my age to have no physical ailment, to be well and/ strong and enjoy life as he did twenty-five years ago, fs certainly | something to be thankful for and there is nothing too good I can say for Taniac.” . Taniac ie eok1 in Seattle by Bar- +] tel’s Drug Stores and by leading od4 mixture of longing and angry | tho at one time she had tried to, +mance, no doubt,” he said cynically, HELEN, | THINK WILBUR MADE AN AWFUL MISTAKE IN HOW "TO COOK OR DOA THING AROUND THe House! |} IMI wish he'd tet me help him! out, but he won't-—he's as obstinate | as a mule, tho why it hurts bis prid«| more to take help from me than it ‘would have done from Birica... ” he broke off, shrugging his should | om “I sippese—there’s no mesmge| for him?” he asked, after a moment. “Ralph, if you persist much longer, I shall begin to think that he sent you here—that he asked you to come.” | “You don't know htm, if you could ever think that,” he half smiled at her downcast face. “Well—goodby.” | She followed him across tre room. | “Ralph...” he turned. “T should Uke to see bim-—just to eee him—/| before he goes. Not alone—but .. ./ bet if you should bring him—ar-) } range to bring him... “ she was | ertmeon oow. } | Hillyard looked at her sadly, In the light of his own-bitter loss it e@eomed an astonishing thing to him | that Jil should hesitate, for eo paltry i i i i | H, hi 53 i: Hy H ag “It must be a dull life for any woman,” Hillyard went on, “I wish tor her own sake she would marry Stil no answer. “Gad, how 1 used to hate that sirit’ Hillyard said. “The whole world seems to have turned upside down since then: sometimes I won- der when I shall wake wp and find “e all been a damnable nightmare . these two last months of— 'd give a great flea) for power to wake you up to that,” Tallentyre sald, “I know—but . . . well, lets talk of something else.” He looked at his friend with a faint smile. “You, for instance," he said delib- erately. “My dear fellow! ‘Talentyre frowned; he hated personalities. ig-—tmay Task you a question?” hundred if you like." ‘Very well, then, why don't. you and Jill get married?” There waa a dead silence. Tallen- tyre stared up at the ceiling, the inevitable cigaret between his lips Presently he laughed, almost as if he were bitterly amused. “Well—l've never asked her, for one thing.” “Never asked her? Why not? It's not my business, I know, but T al- ways guessed that there was some- thing between you—last year I mean, before...” “Oh, tor God's sake, don’t ask any more,” Tallentyré broke out. “I've nothing to tell you—there's nothing to tell.” Hillyard insisted quietly. “She's free-and if you were to rig...” & beggarf My dear chap, she's a rich woman, and I'm a bank- rupt, clearing out of England be cause I can’t stay and face the music. Good lord, man, you don't know what you're talking about.” He dropped back into his chatr, leaned back and closed his eyes. “You've wov™ a very nice little ro- “out you've picked out the wrong man. I'm no hero, I'm a down-and Gruggists everywhere — Advertise- men out waster, and Mrs, Sturgess—" he stopped. “Oh, go and answer the roamaer anaes aime aapenetn agit anni ete THE SEATTL VES, SHE SEEMS} TTY STAR All Are Not So Well Pleased VD LiKe To SEE MY DAUGHTER! | UNDERSTAND; SHE ELOPED WITH A NEPHEW OF YouRS= WILBUR DUFF! EVERETT TRUE HAVS “Mov FovngD THAT MISSING MEnNoRANQWUM Ove IN THe NWOHNGonm ACCOUNT € —— aS PettcR Cicne THAT Loox mG. tte Ant MORSG Misteares Ml * * By Mabel Cleland Page 466 FROM LOUISVILLE, KY, TO “UGET SOUND It was the winter of 1853. Down tm Dixieland the happy slaves on @ certain plantation were called before their master. The master didn’t believe in slavery, and he did believe in the rightness of pioneering, tn cutting a home out. of the big wilderness and earning a living by hard work. Bo he told his slaves that they might have their freedom, but many of them begged to follow thetr master and his famity on the long trip across the plains, Finally tt was all arranged and the delicately reared mothe rstart- 4 off on the long, long trail with her husband and her children. Never in all her sheltered life had she cooked a meal, or washed a garment; never had she done any sort of hard work. Yet she started with all the courage neces- sary to undertake such a journey. Susan, who tells the story, was 7 years old when they started, and she remembers it all vividly, even the door knobs on the steamer which took them up the river from St Louis. These door knobs had flowers painted on them and she remem. bers the high bowls of fruit which were always on the dinner table on the steamer. They were three weeks in St. Louls baying supplies and making their plans. Then it was time to start. The great, heavy wagons, with their canvas covers were loaded; sicks of flour covered the bot- tom, sugar, bacon, salt and tea and coffee, dried frult and beans, bedding and pilows, packed tn, and room at the top for the mother and babies, ‘The load was so heavy that six and eight oxen were needed to draw it. To Susan ft looked like a won- Gerful moving picture—the wide sweep of open country, the great train of wagons, the leading party, far ahead, composed of geven men on horseback, and be- side her father always in the lead of the rest, rode Susan's beaut ful young lady sister, her long skirt blowing in the wind, her checks pink with ‘excitement and her eyes shining as she looked back to wave at the children. It was Susan's duty to watch the little ones when mother got out of the wagon to walk a fow miles to stretch her tired muacles and it was the little 3-year-old brother who gave them such a (To Be Continued) I etree confotnded ‘phone for me,” he added [ne had been so thankful that in an- irritably, as the bell whirred from | other few days he would be beyond the next room. wants mo, say I’m dead and buried, anything you like, but don't say I'm here.” Hillyard went reluctantly, and Tallentyre closed his eyes again, There were lines of pain in his face now, and the hands that rested on the chair arms were clenched, What cursed chance had mate “and if anybody | her reach and the chance of meeting her. He had counted so much on absence to dim the longing for her that gave him no rest day or night. “Cig.” said Hillyard at the door. “Well?” ‘Tallentyre opened his eyes. Hillyard looked a little flushed and embarrassed, “It's Jil—Mrs. Sturgess. She OH, SO HERE YOU ARE, MARRIED TO THIS GOOD FOR-NOTHING WILBUR OUFF RAN AWAY FROM A GOOD HOME TO STARVE WITH THIS BRAINLESS YOUNG SNIP! YOU HAVE DISGRAC ED YOUR FAMILY , YOUNG LADY! Good Bye! WELL, OF Aut, “THE NERVE SEE- Last NiGWT THER WUZ SOME ICE IN ‘TH’ ICE BOX AN’ FIRE CHIEF WAS DETAINED AND. DID. NOT ATTEND FIRE IN ED WURGLERS Wood SHED TODAY. WHENA WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright, 1921, by Seattic Star.) CHAPTER XXXIII—I BREAK IN ON TWO LOVERS ‘There, listening at the Sere Ag Rene tts Os enids, “Thece are SOEs farms in heard Philip Ames urging Lila, And chen Lila's weak agreement. I decided that, hard as it would be to face Philip Ames, I must intervene, if possible, Taking a knot of Philip’s violets and fastening them in the laces at the waist of my frock, I knocked at Mra. Ames’ door, “Who is it—please?™ Lila’s voice was lilting, as if with some new- found joy. | “Helga--Mrs, Ames.” |keep my tone natural. A moment's silence, then: “Come int “I wondered if you didn't want me to help you with something—it seems the plans for your party are not quite complete—I must have—" It’sounded rather lame, even to myself. | “Oh—that can walt? with her | wonderful smile. “I'm not so dread. fully concerned. If there should be a mishap—we're all friends anyhow, you know, and they'd Just have to ex- couse it.” I stood there feeling terribty in the way. Philip eyed me with an amused toleration. He knew that I wasn't comfort- able, and T think he also knew that T waa trying to block his game, but was making a failure of it. “Why don’t you rest this evening? I don't want to keep you working all of the time.” Lila Ames wasn't to be cheated out of her game, “Thats right-good-looking girls, noed rest to preserve their beauty,” Philip put In. “Pardon, Miss Soren- sen, if I seem too frank.” ‘The irony of the last hurt, but I didn't intend to be easily beaten. I took the Violeta in my hand. “These are beautiful—tt was so nice of you to send them.” I was desperate, willing to chance anything to spoil their plans. “Yes, Tom asked me to bring them up for him as I came—said you liked violets, and I'm always glad to do a favor for a friend.” 1 was too amazed to speak. There was nothing to do but acknowledge defeat. I couldn't hope to cope with such resource as Philip Ames’, And where had he learned of Tom? 1 was sute I had not mentioned him. Lila Ames’ voice recalled me: “Trot along now, dear—and rest I tried to Hillyard speak about Jill tonight?| wants you to go around and sce her,” | lots tonight." (Continued Tomorrow) 3 He bad striven so hard to forget her;: And then, as if to drive the thing fortunate we ‘women aref* So IT went beck to my reom— ten. Former preference in drawing for 221 =< hentia It's good, that’s sure, 40c Supreme Blend Coffees, Hansen, 40 Economy “Welcome, children,” she said warmly ‘The Fairy Queen looked up from a letter she was reading, as Twinkle Pen, her secretary, came close to her throne and bumped his head three times on the golden steps at her feet. “How now, Penny?” she asked. “What is it? Luncheon ready, a new set of wings that my chief wing-maker wishes me to try on, or visitors?” “Visitora,” answered Twinkle Pen. “Twins! Nancy and Nick.” Twinkle Pon never wasted words. The Fairy Queen smiled delighted. ly. “How very fortunate!’ she cried. “I've just been wondering whether they received my letter. Show them in at once for I have matters of great importance to talk over.” Twinkle Pen bowed himself out and in an instant bowed himself in again, this time followed by our little friends in their magical Green Shoes. The Fairy Queen got up and held out her hand. “Welcome, children,” she said warmly. “You always come at precisely the right time. Sprinkle: Blow telephoned to me that he didn't know what he would ever have done without your help. And now I have just received a letter from Captain Pennywinkle, my traffic policeman in the Land of the Wiggle fins, saying that even with the help of his good sea-horse, Curly, he can't keep order, and that he needs help. Atf my fairies are cither heads over their ears with work, or sound asleep resting up for next year. Flippety-Flop snores as tho he would never waken. Would you like to go to Captain Pennywinkle's aid? He has an awful time keeping the fish on their own sides of the gea, and T think you could help him.” “Yes, indeed! cried the Twins eagerly. “We'll go at once, if we may." The Fairy Queen called her faith- ful old servant. the Magical Mush. room, to show the children the way. (To Be Continued (Copyright, 1931, by Seattle Staxp