The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 20, 1921, Page 11

THE SEATTLE STAR “PAPER ROSES” By RUBY M. AYRES 4 All Rights Reserved + ING HERE TODAY if we had gone off to Australia. TUB STORY 1.4] have canceled the berths by tele : gram, It would have bean a harder life than the circus for you, and I) should have hated {t.” She gave a little sound, halfsob —instantly checked. “You don't trust me, Rorie’s voice was hoarse; he was playing a rotten game—the oy | best of him revolted aga! it; but LIAN FANE, but hrowe him | the best of a man speaks with a When she learns that he has sot in- | wtf small wolce that takes some his father's fortune. Roderiel | time to make iteelf heard above the eecretty weds Rosaile. They are pre- to sail for Australl arrogance of self. D On apg eae ane ae ae ay ige a Range. to te etr grip; he burt her hand, bu to Ret eee ae Roderick is| she hardly felt tt—he went on metas to due ect) you are my wife—T am your ia of the will and urge RON? ‘aay | hosband. ‘Trust me, and you shall | mever regret’ ft: but I can't face poverty, Rosalie. 1 thought I could; but now-—now this has come —" he broke off, stammertng. “And, how will you Uke me for a wife, now you are rich? BY ALLMAN DOINGS OF THE DUFFS TOM, THERE’S | THE STOP, J} SIGNAL! een Right in the Rush of Traffic om OH fh WELL, THANKS, BUT MY ENGINE’S WeLL!! $| 3) | I BUTTERFLY MOTHER er The mother haa been dead. cireus, Rod- rescuce ROSALIE, 0 trapere performer, just as SHERNEY, the us managor, la pre to beat her. Roderick is engas- au assed Rosalie” he knew "ll Have to Be oa Bis father's estate NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY eee AN, CGE WHIZ MoM= MAKE TAG Go T TH’ STORE - T JUST WALKED (Continued From Yesterday) y “Oh! I am so glad to see you,” said ALL "TW WAY Home as she stood with hands | F. Glasped about Roderick’s arm. “It| She asked the question without "has been such a long day and Sher-| ¢xpreasion, in -« Gull velcen, Rod. ney and Bunch—" she shivered, | erick loosened her hand angrity. “They seem to watch me all the “What are you thinking?—that I or other of them. Has it/&m sorry I married you. I knew you geemed a long day to you? Did you| Would say that—it is go like a Pa St PRESESSEOTENES LENS did you want to see me, too?” woman. I have told you I will do She asked her question shyly, in a wott, faliering voice. Young Briton felt as if someone had struck him between the eyes. It seemed impossible that he had ever ‘elieved her capable of making a woene—attempting to blackmail him. He knew in a second before he an Swered, as he stood there with the oft touch of her cheek against his arm, that whatever he said she | would never question it—that she | would never push her claim on him that, if he wished it, they would Part that night—forever! the knowledge made it all the harder. One may, with more or less " Justification, strike an enemy whe Will defend himself; but how can a n with a single spark of manhood him hurt a woman who will not even cry out at the hurt? + It seemed an eternity before he) gould find his voice—unconsciously his arm stiffened beneath her cheek a little away from the Rosalie! something has happened— gomething—unexpected.” He ran a finger round his collar; he felt as if he were choking; he rushed on any- without looking at her, “There been another will found—I am | why don’t you speak?” _ ‘Twice Rosalie tritd to find her but no sound would come. round on him angrily—anything d bave been better than this thy. “There—doean’t seem—anything— | to say,” she said, a little uncertainly, ‘as if it were difficult to frame her “thoughts; she tried to release her band from his, but he held it fast, and she gave up the attempt. “Are you angry with me?” he asked her. “I know you have cause (to be, It is for you to say. If you wish you can go to Fergerson and him that we are married; you make me a beggar—it is only for you to say. But what I am asking is no harm. My father was always peculiar; he probably did not know “what he was doing when he made that will. The money is mine lqw- fully; we can be married later. I will take you away from this life / and have you educated.” F “Educated” She echoed the word Eeewiy. Fore the darkness she tried | wo’ see face. Young Briton rushed ‘on, too full of his own feelings to understand anything of hers. “We vhall be much happler than It’s g00d, that's sure, 40c Buprime d Coffee. Hansen, 40 Ecomsv Boldt’s Butterhorns are de- Avertisement. Life is a burden when the body is racked with pain. Everything worries and the victim becomes despondent and downhearted. To bring back the sunsiine take GOLD MEDAL | fem . it nemy of all pains seine trom kidney, liver and uric acid bles. All druggists, three sizea, “Seth eaS"cctort no everything for you. means waiting?’ “Waiting unt I am—educated?™ She questioned him with a bitter! laugh in her voice. She shivered as she stood there in her thin clothes She looked round drearily at the sod | den field, the flaring lights, the cur lous crowd gathered about the tent She took a step away from him, al }most as i¢ ste had forgotten his/ | presence | | “Rosalie Young Briton called to her hoarse. ly. Something tn the droop of her little figure touched him. He laid a hand on either of her shoulders. “You are angry with me, Rosalie. Don't be angry; it ts for your good as well as mine, I shall be able to give you, pretty things—frocks and diamond# and—and all the things women like. happy. It's only just waiting a little | while—a few weeks.” She made no answer; it almost seemed as if she had not heard. Presently she asked him an irrele vant question: “What have you done with my— marriage certificate?” | “It is here—tn my pocket; ft ts quite safe with me.” He wondered if she were going to ask him for it; his heart beat chok ingly in his throat. He looked away from her towarts the tents and the crowd, and as looked be saw the deformed figure Thouetted against That tt only| answer; she gathered the long drab) cloak more closely about her little shivering figure. “It wasn't—it wasn't because you even liked me,” she eaid, as if she were stating a fact. She paused a moment, and then—“Was it?” she asked, painfully. Rorle never forget that chfidish Question. He hated and despised himself, because he could not anewer it. He felt as If he could have fallen | at her feet and humbly asked her pardon. This poor little circus gtr, | whose shabby shoes he knew he was | unworthy to kiss, But he did not love her, and therein lay the differ- ence, as it always will, till the end of time! And even while he was fighting the pity and remorse surg. ing thru his heart, she turned and/ ran from him thru the darkness. He watched her slim silhouette |againest the yellow light from the| booths and caravans, till it was lost in the shadows, till a Durst of thun. derous applause from the great tent | announced her val in the ring. | As he turned to “walk away, he saw | one of the paper roses that had fal-| | len from her dress lying at his feet | in the mud; he stooped and picked it up. He knew that ft would be 10 mtn- | utes at least before she was free! again, He wished it might have been | 10 times as long. There was a broken fence border: ing the field on one side. Rorte climbed to the top bar and sat down, lighting a cigaret. But the cigaret went out and he sat listlessly twisting the soiled pa-| | Der rose in his fingers, waiting and| thinking! And his thoughts were not happy | ones, He knew that he had behaved -| lke a brute; he knew how much he |had hurt the little girl whose worst fault had been her trust and belief in him; and with sudden incongruity his| own words, spoken to old Fergerson | the afternoon of the reading of his father’s first will, flashed across his mind: “When I marry I hope T shall treat my wife better than my father treated his:” and old Ferger- son’s grave answer: “I hope you! will, Roderick?” “When I matry—" ‘What egotistical words, and what! |a farce his high sentiments sounded | | now, in the face of the interview he | had just had with the girl who was | his wife. . Intolerable shame engulfed him | am he sat there in the darkness, with the noise and bustle of the circus all about him. He felt hot and wretched. The night seemed full of accusing eyes that erled scorn upon him! He leaned his face in his bands as if to shut them out. Poor little girl, poor little girl! Im- pulsive philanthropy had driven him in the first place to befriend her— caused her to look at him with humble gratitude in her frightened eyes—been the reasén why she had kissed him only that morning of her own free will, with all ber por ‘Little soul on her lips, | Sherney broke off tm the middle of | He's side, | “Whatever happens, I «hall al | ways be glad that you married mo— whatever happens.” | Could she still say so—think so? Surely not! He had shown her the clay feet of her idol, She must hate and shrink from pim. : Roderick felt ax if he had crowded a lifetime of experience into the past You will be ever #©) 10 days, but of all that had happened | the most bitter memory was the last half-hour, when he had stood In the darkness and made his stumbling Proposition to his wife. | He got down from the fence and strolled back towards the circus. He was all eagerness to see her again-— to ask her forgiveness, to humble himeeclf, There was much that was |mood in Roderick Briton, He was | not to blame if some of the weakness of his poor little butterfly mother | bad mingled in him with the strength md maniiness which be had in herited from his father, He qttickened his stepa, threading his way thru the knots of idiers | standing about. S| In the center of a little group of | men and women = man in tawdry/ evening drees was talking loudly tn/ A swaggering voice. Aa Roderick passed he glanced at bim casually. It was the man Sherney, who had struck Rosalie The eyes of the two men met, and what he was mying, and an ugty scowl contracted his brows, as he met the imperturbable eyes of young | Briton. Rorte passed unconcernedly; he eared nothing for Sherney and his scowls. At that moment, had Rosa Me come towards them, he would have snapped his fingers. in the man's ugly face, and openly pro claimed her as his wife! It was Rorle all over, that he should experience such a strong re vulsion of feeling. He was as eager now to tell the true story of his| marriage, and put himeelf and Rosa-| te straight with old Fergerson and) the’ world, a» hitherto he had been anxious to conceal everything. The! sudden rush of remorse wiped out everything else: the voice of his better self had made itself heard at last, and Rorle was ready to take} his wife to his arma and make the | best he could of the muddie he him- self had made. As he neared the big tent he saw) people running, heard the clamor of | Yolces—a man shouting hoarse direo | tions. He hastened his steps; the! thought occurred to him that per-| haps the hungry looking, flerceeyed lion, who paced his narrow cage all day long might have broken its| bars. Instinct urged him to Rosa | She was bis wife—he was her natural protector. | He pushed his way thra the jos} ting crowd. His inches etood him in good stead. One of the attend ants in shabby livery accosted him breathieasly | “Are you a doctor, vir? There's been an accident." The man’s tace was white and scarcd. | Rorie shook his hes | “No; sorry I'm’ nt. Anything serious?” But there was no need for the man to answer; at {hat moment the crowd parted, and Rorie maw the! hunchback, his wy face distorted with passionate grief and a sort of furious rage, carrying something in his long, muscular arms--something —a child was it? No—a gir. “Rosalie! Young Briton shrieked the girl's name aloud. He fought} his way to the hunchback. He would have snatched his burden from him, but he was held back. Rosalie lay inert in the hunch-| back’s arms; her head drooped help-| lessly against his breast, blood| streamed from her face; her eyes were closed, her lips gray. cross her body the eyes of the man who carried her shot a furlous challenge at young Briton. Roderick felt as if every drop of | blood was drained from bts heart. | There was a singing noise in his head. He tried to step forward—to! touch her, but scmeone held him back, « A man In a light overcoat broke thru the pressing crowd. Rorie| heard someone say he was a doctor, Under his direction the hunchback carried Rosalie to the big caravan. The door was closed in the face of the crowd. ‘The hand that held young Britun relaxed. He looked reund with wild eyes and encountered the sneering face of the man Sherngy. He forgot the eninity between them. He asked him @ hoarse ques tion: “How did it happen? burt?” Sherney shrugged his shoulders; he flung back a short answer as he climbed the steps to the caravan, “Sho fell.” . What was it she had said only that morning after their marriage? “If I ever thought you were sorry Is she much —AND THS STRIKGRS ACL WRONG. 1 HAD A TALK WITH THS PRESIDENT OF THE COMPANY YESTERDAY ND < GOT THE REGAL DOPE WIth “THe MO Alt. _-~ VERY SIMPLE. WHY, NO, 1 DIDN'T TALK 1 “AN ig ~ — — = ar. * * By * a Pool" od ‘ bel Cleland _% ARG Fj DID You Longs TALK WITH y My, Py Sratle Page 473 SKY-KYS SEARCH the grand father of Ardhade, came to this “When Sky-Ky, great difficulty,” continued the Indian, “he was for a time tempt- ed to give up the search. “But, ‘No,’ be said to himself, ‘If I go back te my people with no tidings ot the lost baby, I shall be the bearer of bad news, and never has Sky-Ky, the swift and brave, carried bad news to his people. I must find a way. “Now, it was no wonder at all that poor Sky-Ky could see no way to go on, for in front of him was a great wall reaching from heaven to earth, and the wall was made tn two parts and as one watched, It opened and closed. “The upper half moved down and up—down and up, while the lower half moved up and down up and down, with great swift- ness, #o that anyone trying to pass thru would be caught and crushed to nothing. “Thep Sky-Ky, the Indian, took on the form of a blue jay hopped tack and forth, studying the wall And when he decided tt was best, he made a dash for the opening between the moving halves of the wall “But quick as he was, the great wall nearty crushed his head as he jumped thru, feet first. “If you don’t believe that look at the next blue jay you see and note the queer smashed shape of ’ his head and the ruffled tuft of feathers which were nearly pulled out. and “But he found Ard-hade and Ard-hade became the great changer of all things because the land te which he had been carried was the happy hunting grounds ef the dead. And finally he changed himself into the moon that he might help men the more when darkness was on the earth. ———— gy oF HH ef, or ashamed of me, I would kill my: self!” A wild prayer rushed to Rorte’s ps. “Not that, my God}—tot that Ho tried to force his way thru the curious gaping crowd at the door of the caravan. As he did so it opened suddenly, and the hunchback came down the steps. He looked ghastly in the yellow light; his ugly mouth was drawn—his eyes wild. The crowd clamored a question, but he pushed roughly pagt them without answerlop , yy Young Briton rushed after him; he caught his arm in fingers of iron. “How js she? For God's sake, tell me how she is!" There was agony in his voice. Bunch turned his head slowly. He looked up at Roderick’s white face with hatred in his eyes; then he jerked himself free. When at last he spoke there was sulien malignance in his voice; the words came from between his teeth in a sort of snarl; “She's dead! (Continua) Jpmorrow) TS Me | might have to say tha’ WHERE WAS COLUMBUS. BORN 2= IN OHIO! FUIRE A VAUDEMLLE COMED! “To CRACK EDUCATIO (Copyright, 1911, “You'll go with me—won't you? I can't go alone and I've got to gor" LAla Ames repeated even pleadingly. I agreed that I would. I couldn't have let her go to the office of Philip Ames alone, for whatever else he tt was in my power to prevent, I would. So I went along, knowing that, ff lever it was needed, my testimony as to what happened during that visit would be helpful to the overwrought woman in the car beside me. Idla had hopped out almost before I stopped the electric. She rushed into the elevator and |together we were carried up eight Moors. The door of Philip Ames’ private office was closed, But the catch turned under tie pressure of Lila's fingers and she opened it. Ames was not surprised. “I wasn't expecting this—pleasure this morning,” he said, He was composed, perfectly at ease, There was just the tinge of a leer In his eyes and his voice. “To what am I indebted?” “Phil—" and then Lila closed the door in my face. I was left stand- ing in the outer office, It seemed to me that I heard the stenographer giggle, but I didn’t turn to see. At length the knob turned. I stepped back and waited breath- leesly. It was Philip Ames who was open- ing the door. He was laughing lightly. “You are taking things too seri- ousty. Women lose their charm when they become serious.” His voice was tantalizing. There was something triumphant about the way he looked at me. Lila was being dumbly pushed out of the office of this man who 20 hours before had thought her a good enough partner for a questionable party. “You'd better go home—you're all torn up—you'll get over it?” The lightness with which he re- garded the incident which had stirred Lila so completely was insulting. Even I was smarting under the thing. : The knowing look of the stenog- rapher as we turned to go made me feel as if we had been thru the dust. And surely ‘enough we had—thru the dry, burning dust of contempt, which is always a woman's hare of the afterglow of in- discretion, a Tila Ames didn’t cry until we were é AL JOKES © HAVE A COURSE 8! CURING = WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING . Wy Beattie Star.) “Please—come—upstatrs with me,” she begged, as we entered the big house in which so much had hap- pened tn a few short days, “I can’t —I can’t go thru with it tonight” Her voice was unsteady. “He was -to have come—and I don't know whether he will or not. And if he don't—if a place is empty—they’l! know who it was for—and—what'll jthey think?” “Hello, Loppy,” Nancy and Nick went around to Loppy Lobster’s side door where they had seen Loppy staring at them. Nobody had answered their ring at the front door of Loppy’s house In the sea-weed grove at the bottom of the ocean and it made them pretty cross. Nick stuck out his chest as far as he could (he had the badge pinned on, that Cap'n Pennywinkle had given him) and tried to look impor- tant. “Hello, Loppy,” he said loudly, “why didn’t you let us in?” Nancy sternly, shaking her finger to emphasize her words. “And don’t you know that it is very impolite to stare at us #0?" Nancy was being very brave, for the two claws that were resting in the sand in front of | the lobster were big enough and sharp enough to pick up a Twin in each of them and snip them quite in two, like a pair of scissors, Indeed, Loppy's claws were as big as all the rest of him, |CHAPTER XL—TWO oer ARE DRAGGED IN| night—oh—" ‘The full hideousness of the vious night had just seemed to her. The expresston on her face was & terrible thing, She shuddered, came hysterical. I rang for intending to send her flying for & physician. (To Be Cont (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stax) he said loudly, “Why didn’t you let us in But Loppy never moved. He never even winked one of his goggle eyes, He kept on staring coldly and impa dently. § 4 “You'd better answer usf’ 3 Nick, losing his temper, and, 4 shocked to say, stamping a foot, ' ae you don't, Cap'n Pennywinkle will come on his sea-horse, Curly, and you'll be sorry.” 4, But Loppy merely stared. 3 Nancy pulled Nick's sleeve. She'd heard that very quiet people ¢s {sometimes do things very qui Age “Yes, why didn’t you?" repeated) and unexpectedly, and Loppy’s clawa did look sharp. “Come on, Nick, we can't get him. Let's go,” : they steri) hole i big gray rock @ ¢alled out. “I saw you at my door, Did you want me?” ae ‘Who are you?” called Nick, 'm Loppy Lobster,” angwered the voice. (To Be Continued: * (Copyright, 1921, by Beattie Bans).