The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 15, 1921, Page 11

THE SEATTLE STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Might as Well Make it Worth While a “PAPER ROSES” By RUBY M. AYRES All Rights Reserved +e BEGIN READING HERE TODAY WHO'S WHO IN THE STORY RODERICK BRITON, familiarly called Rorie, who has come from London to his boyhood home to wait for his | rich father to die. has disliked him since Tt seems to him that his father always | _RODERICK’S BUTTERFLY MOTHER sought escape | Roderick attends a circus. from the chill of the stately old mansion ee her Marriage vow for another man. been As he is leaving he sees She long dead. | SHERNEY, a circus manager, about to strike » & trapeze perf ed from childhood. Roderick attacks Shern ues the girl. He secretly 5 / Watched by ' BUNCH, THE HUNCHBACK, a queer man, who watches Over Rosalie. When Roderick OLD FERGERSON, who tells him: “Your father is NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY From Yesterday) CHAPTER UL ‘There was a tragic silence when P old Fergerson finished reading, and ‘Wooked up over his gold-rimmed | glasses with agitated eyes at young) (Briton, who sat at the end of the Tong oak table, his young face white ind grim, his hands clutching the of his char. “I am sorry, Roderick—more sorry u I can say.” he said, jerkily; there was genuine feeling in his ) voice. In epite of the red tape and ) starchiness that girded him ugh skin, there had always been corner in his heart for young : jaatiaaagee sheep tho he might | “Only a week ago I begged your father to reconsider his decision—un- | fortunately, tn vain!” | The tragic silence fell again. | The stout, pompous butler sitting at the end of the long line of ser Yante coughed discreetly—the little seemed tremendous in the ; the red-faced cook wiped a from her shining face and mut- to the house-parlormaid that was “A shame, that it was!” Young Roderick moistened his dry felt dazed and unreal, as if! /ward, his arms on the table, staring at Mr. Fergerson. “But—but what in the world is the hundred pounds to me? Like a flock of that evening. circus had moved on at day- . When he next went down then the village the big meadow was : only the deep wheel-marks prints in the mud testified that had ever been there. | Poor little MademoiseNe Rosalie! 7 It was odd that he should think of | her now, as he sat at the head of the ' Yong table, in the magnificence of the great house that would never be his, and stared ruin in the face. Mr. Fergerson was speaking again. Roderick tried to bring his mind to | aten to what he was saying, but it F or French pastry look up Boldt’a Advertisement. or Hay Feve 4 rom Bote. none asy, REGULATOR CO.DEFI.D-D AtbantA Gy ,t0 you? How can I ask anything of ‘ormer, like) | heart? whom Sherney has and tells her that he has lots of ney, and will send her away from thecircus. As Rod- rick leaves the circus grounds his every movement is reaches home he is met by was difficult, There was a peculiar jarring noise in his head—a horrible sense of disaster gripping him. “Of course, Roderick, you can stay on here for some time to come yet. It will take months to settle every thing—and one can never tel what may happen.” Young Briton_stared at him; the) words con very little to his mind—he thought they were merely silly! One can never tel what may hap pen! He knew quite well what would | happen: Lilian Fane would marry somebody e¢lae — very likely old Querne, who was bald and a million. | aire, He rose to his feet with a feel-| ing of suffocation. | The silent row of servants eyed) him interestediy. He was a fine young fellow—iong of limb and broad of shoulder, The cook, who could remember his dead mother, burst Into nol#y sobbing. “It's a shame—that's what it is—a wicked shame! she said, indignantty. “When we all thought as Mr. Rod- erick ‘ud be master.” She was led weeping from the room by the pompous butler, who had been gratified to find himself remembered the tune of one hun- dred guinean: the other servants fol-| lowed in a melanchoty file; Roderick | and old Fergerson were left alone. Young Briton walked over to the window, and looked out over the/ dreary garden, where yellow leaves) scampered about the lawn like elves: . «+ T ought to have been half | prepared, but I waan't I nbver iedbobatd t alllty ail Aaa i § E Fy § do when IT marry! It’s so likely, Isn't it? What woman would wish to marry a beggar? “Money is not everything, Roder. ick,” @aid the elder man, gravely. “And there are plenty of women who still believe in love. Don’t take it too hard, my boy; there are other things fr! the world besides money.” “For a man with brains, perhaps but not for me. What can I do? What have I ever been taught to do besides use my fists? I dare any It's partly my own fault, but {t's con- foundedly hard, all the same.” He set his teeth—his eyes were fi ; In that moment he reminded the lawyer forcibly of hia -father. Ol4 Fergerson was giad to see the likeness. Ralph Briton had been hard, but he had been a fighter: there had been good blood in him, and an iron will, and if this boy took after him in that respect he told himself that it would be a good thing; he did not want to see Rod- erick go to the wall, as his father had predicted he would do. Roderick went back to the silent house feeling as if he had aged years in a single hour—{t seemed impos sible that only three days ago he had sat in a shilling seat in a travel ing circus and laughed at a red- nosed harlequin! In his ignorance he had thought himeelf badly used then—in reality he had not had a care in the world. Now his broad shoulders were weighted with them—despair stalked beside him, He went back into the tong din- Ing-room, and sat down at his father’s desk; he took pen and paper, but he could find no words to write. What could he say? How could he tell her, this woman he loved, all the agony and dread that was in his He gripped the pen suddenly with shaking fingers, and began to write; he could not trust himself to write her name— “My father in dead. By bis will T am left two hundred pounds—all the rest goes to charity. You know he| always hated me. What can I say ¢|and called him a fool. OF Course 'D Like TO HAVE A FEW THINGS, AND LIVE IN A LITTLE PLACE OF OUR OwN Some “rime! SPRING you? Write to me, Lilian.” | Hp did not read the few lines thru } He signed his name shakily, sealed and stamped the envelope, and sat staring before him into the gray warden, . Old Fergerson’s words came back to him with a sort of forlorn hope: “Money is not everything—and there are plenty of women who still believe in love.” He tried to convince himself that Lilian was one of them—of course she was—she must be! She must! But, alas! sometimes it ts not pos sible to cheat one’s own heart, and Roderick’shead fell forward on hin folded arms—he was afraid to face the truth that stood shivering beside bins CHAPTER U1 Titian Fane's answer came by re turn of post, when Roderick was at dinner, The pompous butler handed It to him on a silver salver, and wondered why his young mas ter’s band shook so as he picked up | It was long; Titan took four pages to my what she prettily might have said tn four lmes—what thelr engagement had not been an- nounced; she asked if she might keep | Roderick pushed !t away He rose to his feet and strode out of the room, leaving his dinner untouched. He let himself out of the front teeth. He had not thought It would hurt like thiw, it was as if a guessed what she would say—that tt | deen madness to imagine that) would ever face poverty for his sake. There was nothing about him to make up for the money—he) wasn't clever, he wasn’t particularly good-looking, he had never been any- thing to her but a rich bey who made love nicety. | He strode on thrn the leaf-blown garden, hatless as he waa, and out | into the road which led to the vil-| lage. ! ‘Women were all the same, he told | himself, fiercely — fine - weather| friends. None of them wanted a man who had been suddenly torn up by the roots, as It were, and set down tn a wildernens, How could he work for his ltving? Who wanted a man who could not be comfortable without a valet? One or two villagers, passing, stared curiousty at him—he sup posed the news of his disinheritance had filtered thru from the servarite’ hall already! Well, what did tt matter? Soon he would not have a friend tn the world. He would be as utterly wretched and alone as—as poor lit tle Mile. Rosalie, Poor little girl! It would affect her, too, in a way. He would not be able to help her now, as he had in tended. She would still have to go on with the old, wretched life, fore ing herself to smile tho her heart was full of tears. Hey wondered what she was doing now—how far she and the stilted clown, and the shivering black man, and the patient elephants had trudged from the village by this time. A mudden idea came to him; he would try and find out. It was only five days ago-—they could not have gone #0 very far! He retraced his steps and pushed open the door of the one little inn the village boasted. A big, cheery fire roared up the chimney. The glow of the flames flickered on the rows of glasses and pewter pots, and was reflected again in the shining, polished surface of an old oak table Presently a smiling woman came from a room behind the bar. “Have you been waiting long, air? I'm shorthanded today. My girl, she’s gone traipseing off after that blewed cireus. Tair erazed on it, she is—can’t talk of nothing else! AND SEE IF SHE'LL po rr! I THINK MY IDEA IS A GOOD One! aS ‘TON HELEN GIVE A SHOWER FOR DORIS AND ME? [T WOULD BE A GOOD WAY FOR US TYOGET STARTED IN @ GIVE A LINEN SHOWER FOR you! HOUSE KEEPING, FOR OURSELVES: ”~———~en PoP THEY WUT A MAN VERE T SER You, TDAY EVERETT TRUE T Sol dus HAVE A BILL? i WAIT A SECOND, SEYMOUR WHERE ARS You Gos , so Fast ¢ HURRY ALONG THEN! {IS Pecows CIKe You TAAT SWAMP THE MAILX SERMCS 4TH HowLeR CAST MIMUTES ANO THEN . WHEN You %, 4 HoveS Cars ff! sTUCK PIG orcur * be UKea UsTTeR SI * & By 1 Cleland _»% LEGEND OF THE THREE SISTERS Page Not very far away from Seat- Ue there ives a man who ts Proud that he t an Indian. This man has a wonderful mind, and ts as clever as possible at remembering the legends of his people, and being an Indian, the old, off Indians have trusted him with their stories When dad@y took David and Perry to see this remarkable man he was busy; be usually is busy because he acts as inter preter for hundreds of people, be sides taking care of his own af fairs, “Well, maybe,” he said, “just a legend or two since you have come so far for a story. “Long, long ago,” he began, “you know the red men came from birds and beasts who were wiser and knew more than their fellow beasts”und birds.” Here Peggy interrupted with, “Was that long before long ago, like the story of ‘La Jaub?” “Indeed, yes,” the Indian as sured her, “long before long ago when the earth was young and trees were very few; when there was never any brighter light than twilight and never any darkness that was wholly dark. “And they were altogether— men and beasts and birds, and 469 they al spoke the same lan- guage.” ‘The Indian paused to choose a legend from the store which he had tn his mind. Then he con- tinued: “There dwelt on the earth at that time three sisters, Tapalt, Yestamish and Calicoblow. “Now, perhaps, you do not | know that at a certain season of every year the fern roots are good for food, and as men had no fields or gardens on the earth at that time they gathered the wild roots and herbs tn their season and Gried them and hung them up in their huts for other times when food should be scarce. “One evening when the thrée sisters returned from gathering the ferns, after they had dried the roots and made their beds as com- fortable as they could, with only branches of fir trees and skins of wild animals to make them with, they lay looking up at the stars. “Yeslamish fixed her dark eyes on « certain star and sald, ‘I wish that red star would be my hus band.’ “And Tapalt ead, ‘I wish that white star would be my hus. band!” (To Be Continned) I ed Alperton, sir—eight miles away. Tim, the carrier, drove her, and he did say~- Well, I never!” for with a muttered excuse young Briton had gone. He almost ran back to the gloomy house amongst the trees. He went round to the stables, where room had been made for the smart motor car he had brought with him from London, and with his own hands dragged it into the yard. Old Briton had hated motoring and anyth Beg pardon, sir2 Oh, it's over at} do with it; he had @ passion fof horses. It had been another sore point with him that Roderick voted them slow and old-fashioned, A stable boy came hurriedly to his assistance, “Can I help you, sir? Roderick had already started the engine. He answered absently: “I'm going over to Alperton. 1 shan’t be late. You might wait up.” He was out of the yard and racing down the road before the lad could answer. (Continued Tomorrow) INVITATIONS “TO ~ BUT ~ WAIT A MINUTE ~ A LINEN HELEN, | WAS THINKING OVER YouR SUGGESTION SHOWER = WHY A LINEN SHOWER IVE GOT A BETTER 1OEA! IT hardly knew how to answer |Grace Cameron's statement. It was levident that she knew that Lila had set out with Phil “Yes,” I said lghtly, | musn't gousip.” A minute after I regretted the flip- pant speech, “I don't want to gossip—heaven knows I haven't any right to say jone word about anybedy—Miss Sor- ensen, but—I'm troubled,” “What is wrong?” fearfully. | “Almost anything might be wrong | when a couple start on that Wisteria road—I used to make it myself—I |know. She hasn't by any chance come in yet, has she?” “No.” “If I thought she was tn love with Philip Ames I'd say let them go,” Grace went on. “Nothing can hurt jthem anyway—but I know she isn’t in love with him. She isn’t In love really with anybody—she has never even cared for her own hushand— I've been here long enough to know j that! She'd be all right if some- thing would just happen to bring her to her senses—before it's too late.” We stood there helplessly staring at each other. “There is nothing either of us can do now,” I said at length, “We might better go to bed and sleep.” “Yea, but I'll sleep with half an eye open back here, so if anything happens that you need help—call me,” Grace smiled. I was desperately tired that night. The day had seemed a year long— so many things had happened since 1 awakened with the sound of Lila’s voice near my door and Grace’s stubborn answers, I lay awake long in the cool dark- ness, trying to solve some of the “wat we | | | during the day. And then after awhile my tired brain gave up and I was conselous of a vague, disturb- ed wondering in which Tom Brad- ford and John Ames were concerned, Had I made a mistake about Tom? I wondered, And did he still care? He told me once that he would always care and wait—I hugged the thought! There was something of happiness in it for me. But how did Philip know about him and me? 1 went over the times I had talked to Philip Ames and as- sured myself again that IT had not mentioned Tom. And Grace—could Tom have cared for Grace? Could a riddles which had formed in my mind | OF GIVING US A LINEN SHOWER -WHY WOULDN'T IT BE BETTER “TO MAKE IT A FURNITURE SHOWER? “To EAT SOUP WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star.) CHAPTER XXXVI—I AM AWAKENED IN THE NIGHT man do all for a girl that Tom had done for her, be as interested in her as Tom was, and yet not care? And why had he sent two girls to Mrs. Ames? Had it been acci- A ° only place he knew of where were needed. But surely he had ‘sent us to a place where the ¢3 ple was good. Could. Tom known about Mrs. Ames? How did he know her?—I wondered. I slept for a while and then dragged back to consciousness sense of movement outside*my I wondered dizzily if the day its annoying chain its never end—and then nly sat in the darkness, every sense (To Be Continued) DVENTURES Pomme Twins CAP’N PENNYWINKLE “Excuse me,” answered Cap'n Pennywinkle ever 80 politely. Cap'n Pennywinkle was a very important person under the sea, For all he was only a couple of ifches high, the whales and the sharks and the sealions and the rest of them minded him like everything. He wore a blue coat with big buttons and a cap with a thing-um-bob down over his eyes,and he carried a stick which was good for a great many things, being ‘magical, The Twins soon found him, with the help of their Green Shoes, which were fine for, swimming under water. “Watch out there! he called sharply, when he saw,them coming. “Keep to the right. That swordfish nearly ran into you." The Twins laughed. “We can't jKeep to the right for we want to stop right there and talk to you, We have o message for you from tlre Queen.” suse me! answered Cap'n inkle ever so politely this time, “I thought you were fish.” Nancy stuck out her feet. fish have no legs,” she laughed, “and we have two apiece, also arms.” § “Legs!” exclaimed Cap'n Penny winkle, “Legs! Maybe you think fish have no legs or arms—but wait until you see an octopus. As for arms, Loppy Lobster and |Crab are wors'n railroad signals. You don’t know the queer things there are in the sea! What's that?” “It’s a letter the FairY Queen sent |to you telling all about us,” explains led Nick, “Twinkle-Pen wrote it.” Cap'n Pennywinkle took the letter, opened it and read its contents, his sea-horse, Curly, keeping very still all the while. D “Very good,” nodded the fairyman+ policeman finally, “You seem to be first class and as you are to help. jme, I'll give you some badges." And taking two badges out of his coat pocket he pinned one on each of the Twins, (To Be Continued) f | (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stagp