The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 22, 1921, Page 11

DAY, SEPTEMBER 22, 1921. “PAPER By RUBY , 4 All Rights Reserved see (Continued From Yesterday) Rorie stood very still; there was a curiously crushed look about him _ Mm@mory he was back again tn DATFew lane. turning out of the perton road, where he had said good by to Rosalie after their marriage— listening to her voice, shyly proud: “Whatever happens, I shall always be glad you married me—whatever seemed impoasible that ehe was + my boy: well out of it. Try and look tly young Rriton rose to his stood by the fire shame ith his back turned to old you think I'm an awful sald jerkily. “But you understand how it's knocked never get over it. I feel | ; I I i i Hi iB if iy i a | 7 E : Eb i i % 3 : E i § rd i 8 ii ' fil i i i “Keep moving, please! You “Keep moving! Pennywinkfs, waving @t the big fishes and sea if s my dears, to wee to it | the sea never stops. you ever wondered why it Is e fishes never stop, but swim thither, this way and itiy ' i : ‘ell, now you know that it thecause somewhere, down under. h the waves, Cap'n Pennywinkle phouting at the top of his Jungs, on everybody! Keep moving” everybody minds him. When Nancy and Nick returned Loppy Lobster’s house to de Loppy'’s message to the fairy 4 c that 1s what he was do- ing, trying his best to keep the cross- | poads clear. But @ big brown object lying flat in the bottom of the sea, refused to move at all. f Cap'n Pennywinkle pranced around the brown object on his nea-horse, ds rly, and called out as loudly as be EB P} reee and forth, never stopping | ROSES” M. AYRES o3 Jies," he told himself, as he went back to the fire and rang the bell for fresh coffee, “Just a few ju clous maquiries.” CHAPTER [Xx There were not many trains from London to Alperton in the course of a day; anyone, therefore, who ar | rived at or departed from the little | wayside station would have found it diftioult to do so unobserved had he | desired. Quite half the tmbabitants of the village witnessed the ar rival of olf Fergerson a couple of days later, when, having given up his first-class ticket to a dulleyed’ official who did alternate duty as porter, station master and general factotum, he passed out into the wind-blown street to a small broug: ham waiting for him. | The bdrougham belonged to Dr. | Bustace Myers—the entire village | cnew that—and Dr, Eustace him self sat in the snug interior awaiting | bis friend. ‘The two men shook hands heartily. .| Forty years ago Eustace Myers had fagged untiringly for old Fergerson when they were at school, and had takem more than ong licking at his the friendship that had lasted ever since——when they both fell in love with the same woman. Eustace Myers had married her, and old Fer~ gerson had gettled down to eternal bachelorhood. “Let the best man win, old feb low,” he had said, when the secret | which each carried bad been re | vealed. But the best man had not won—tho, perhaps, neither of them | realized it. Somewhere fn the past a fine crop of oats still grew and flourished ex: ceedingly, which had bten sown by/ Eustace Myers in his reckless youth; | the heart he had given to his wife) had been a damaged article at best—_ very unlike the one-woman devotion old Fergerson had offered her, But that was years ago. Now, there waa much gray in Myers’ brown hair, and old Fergerson was fast going down the other side of the bill we call fe! But the two men looked at co. another with all the old kindliness and affection as neat little brougham bowled on its way down the village. “And what on earth has brought you down here?” asked Myers cheer.) you were up at Briton’s ago when the old man way, is it true that an- wurned up, leaving| boy? I heard it} what a place at ao ‘TOM, WHY DON’T YOu GO OVER AND CONGRATULATE MR WISE - You KNOW HE HAS JUST BEEN MARRIED = HELLO THERE, MR. wise - LeT vt CONGRATULATE You OH THAT'S THE BIRD THAT MARRIED THAT WEALTHY DAME =~ VEAH, MILO WANTS T'GO OUT AN SEE EVERYTHING, DONT ue? easily laid, Kustace Myers called to his wife “Tirenda!* She came down the stairs slowly ~—« slim younglooking. woman, many years the junior of the two men. She was pretty in a thin, fret fuul kind of way, and beautifully dreased. She turned « paasive check to meet her husband's kiss. She colored a lUttle ag she shook hands with old Fergerson. A woman never really forgets a man who has loved her: he always holds a special little place in her heart, even when he ie old and gray! She never somehow rel eater him to the focus of ordinary friendship. At luncheon she chattered tnces- santly. She gave one a curious im preasion of resticumess. There were people whe mid she was not happily married; others who said she was the sort of woman who “Oh, yes—once @ year, I believe, People flock to it from miles round. This girl Brenda ts talking abo .| id @ sort of trapeze act, and she a m4 A Uf (ole = aren’t allowed to stop here!” are not moving?’ But the object Gidn’t please. It wettled itself down as firmly tn the/ sandy bottom as the pyramids of allowed to stop here! gaan! rt. “What is it? asked Nancy. “Why doesn't it move?” “It's Tubby Terrapin’ said Pennywinkle with a grim nod. “Ho| does what he pleases, where he pleases, and when he pleases, and he's got @ disposition like a stalled engine. A mule isn't in it. Also he's just as hard to start as a stalled en- gine, for when he settles, he settles for good and dynamite itself couldn't move him,” kaa The Twins surveyed Mr. Terrapin) thoughtfully, “We might pull him out of the way if we all help,” suggested Nick, Cap'n Pennywinkle lifted his brows. “We can't, for there's noth. ing to take hold of!" -he declared. (To Be Continued) Mopyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) —— fell. Horribly dangerous thing: ought not to have been allowed, from what I can hear. I happened to be in the village at the time, and they sent for me. Marvelous thing she wasn't her back is badly injured. Some man who calls himself her guardian told me she was a gold mine to him| —offered to pay anything if I could | cure her, so they left her behind. The circus had to go on, of course. I got one of the villagers to take her in—-woman who had been @ purse— very decent sort.” “And she is—recovering?” Myers shrugged his shoulders. “I can’t say—yet. She doesn’t seer to want to Iive—shows no energy—seemed positively disap pointed when I told her I hoped to pull her thru. I daresay she has a hard life of it.” “And you say you are going to see her this afternoon?” “Good gracious! yes,” Brenda broke in again, exasperatingly. “Bustace goes every day; he hasn’t Missed once. I shall be quite jealous Myers laugifed; he looked at his wife affectionately. “Nonsense! She's only a child; be- sides I believe she's married al- Keep moving™ |could, “Keep moving, please! You ready.” “Married? shrilled Brenda. “Why, 1 thought she was only about six teen.” ighteen, she tells me. At any rate, there was a ring on a ribbon about her neck. I first thing she asked for when she recovered consciousness.” Mrs, Myers looked interested; she leaned nearer to her husband. “How excititig! You never told me, Kustace.” “Didn't 1? IT suppose I forgot.” The doctor felt in his pocket. “She asked me to keep it for her: she seemed desperately afraid the man Sherney might get bold of it, Here it is.” He drew a bive ribbon from his breast pocket: there was a small gold ring Attached to it. He dropped them both into Fergerson’s out. stretched band. It said much for Fergerson's self- control that no sign of the emotion he was feeling waa visible in face er voice as he looked with amiling killed; ag it ts,) saw it when I) first examined her, and it was the| GEE, AES JUST GETTIN OVER “TH | EVERETT TRUE The minister man was very gentle and kindly Peggy thought, but back of the gentle look tn his eyes David mw the twinkle which shows that deep down in a man’s heart, if he is the right kind of man, there still lives the litte bey he used to ba So David took a chance. “Daddy eaid you are s pioneer,” he sald suggestively. “Yes,” answered the minister man, “yea, I am. Not a very old one, ft ts trae, but old enough to recall the hard times of the be ginnings of things on this coast. “We spent the first few years on the Clatskamie river in Ore gon. Then we crossed over the river (the Columbia, I mean) and made our home in your beautiful Puyallup valley. But when I was your size, yes I must have been just your size that winter, we were on the Clatakamie. “Our nearest neighbor was goven miles away and my brother, who was 11 years old, and I who was 9, rarely had any other boys to play with. “But there was always much to @o, and when we could be spared from our share of the work, we were happy enough just to be free to amuse ourselves in the woods or on the river.” CONGRATULATIONS NOTHING & OUT OF ORDER! AW-DID YA HAVE TH’ CHICKEN POX, MILO? WES ALL RIGHT NOW, AIN'T HE } ALEK? BY CONDO AND CHESTER Was THERE TCO. HE Mew in AGOUT TEN O'cLocK DID GooRGe Tey You WHaT GRACE SAID? No 7— David emfied a bit of a crooked emile at that and said: “I should think two boys would be happy to just play around in a and 1862 when we had the big snow. 7 “Father had brought a good stzed herd of cattle across the plains and they had done pretty well. Enough of them had lived so that by that time he had 50 in good condition and there was #0 much green grass everywhere that they needed almost no ex- tra food. The weather over there ts of course much like your weather here in Seattle, as a rule, but that fall we had some snappy, cold days, and it began to look as tf we might be going to have a real winter. “One day father said, ‘Mother, I must go to Oak Point today to the mill or you'll be out of flour for your baking. Suppose you leave the boys in charge and go over with me.” (To Be Continued) Neen © HT Me fe Pe nm interest at the little gold ring tn his hand. Mrs. Myers left her chair and came round to stand beside him. She was by far the most excited of the three, She bombarded her husband with breathless questions. ‘The doctor went on with his lunch imperturbably: he had come across many strange things in his some what eventful life; he told his wife indulgently that he knew no more than he had already related. “The child valuntecred no conth @onces,” he declared, laughing. “I ‘am « doctor, not a father confessor.” Mra, Myers took the little ring and slipped it over her own finger. It was so amall it would not go be- yond the first joint, “Perhaps it isnt a ring after, all, she sald. “Or it might have been her mother’s—don't you think #0, Edmund?" “It is quite possible,” aaid old Fer gerson, indifferently. ‘The doctor finished bis claret and 1 DON'T SEE. WHY YOU SHOULD KICK= YOU GOT A LOT OF MONEY WITH Your WIFE DIDN'T You P —— ALLRIC AW, HES A WHOLE LOT BETTER, ANT THE MLLER apology,” Philip Ames mying, but his words were com- me as if trom a distance, My re whirling. ‘And then I was shocked at what I — = gtanced at his watch. “I don't want to hurry you,” he said, apologetically,” but Iam a busy man, and time flies. We ought to be going.” “I am ready when you are.” Old Fergerson stretched his ‘hand to Brenda for the little ring; he turned it over curlously—it was very new; it looked as if it had been taken direct from a jeweler’s box. His kind heart contracted with sudden pity as he thought of the poor little wife who had worn it so short a time. He returned it to the doctor reluctantly and rose to his feet. Brenda followed the two men into the hall. “I call & very mean of you both to desert me,” tended chagrin. back to tea, won't “If | may.” Old Fergerson smiled and sighed together as he followed his host to the waiting brougham. As they drove away he looked from the window back to the open door- way, where the only woman to whom he had ever given a thought wtood in the pale sunshine “Brenda looks well,’ eh?” asked Myers, as he drew the rug over his knees, He made the inquiry in the casual, satisfied voice of a man who considers himself a model hus- band. He did not seem surprised at receiving no answer—perhaps he had not expected one; he would probably have been amazed could he have known that Old Fergerson had been thinking exactly the op- posite-—that Brenda looked ill and far from happy. $ (Continued im Next Issue) THE MONEY 13 PAGE 11 BY ALLMAN OH 1S THAT SO + 3HT BUT TOO You Come HERE! MUCH WIFE! IGUESS YOULL EARN IT ALLRIGHT! BY BLOSSER WELL, HE COULDNT BE SuCH A AWFUL LoT BETTER. ‘CAUSE THERE AIN'T VERY FROM HOOTSTOWN! BROTHERS PASSED DOWN MAIN STREET TODAY on THEIR WAY TO THE COUNTY FAIR. WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright, 1951, by Seattic Star.) R XLII—WE HAVE A SURPRISING PARTY I hadn't meant to say, right within the hearing of Tom Bradford, that I considered @ man's pushing into my room and offending with his atten- tions a trivial thing. “You're not offended, then, and I can hope—" I didn’t hear the remainder of his sentence. Tom had suddenly come “ig view on our side of the draper- jes. “Helga™ he exclaimed, and then, frigidly, “I beg your pardon!” All of the things that I might have | Said and wanted to say, I couldn't T could onty stand there and let Tom think what he would. ‘We stood there, the three of us, Tom and Philip Ames glaring at each + | other, and then I rushed blindly out of the room and to my own room up- stairs. I had onty a minute alone Lila pushed open my door and said she ‘was ready, We went down together, It was a trying thing. My heart | was beating wildly and my breath was uneven. I went blindly, beside Mra. Ames, to the table and there when I dared }look around, I found myself seated with Tom Bradford at my right and John Ames at my left. | Mrs. Ames, scintillant and lovely, | was introducing some one, “Miss Sorensen, let me present Mr. Bradford—Tom, you'll enjoy know-) ing Miss Sorensen,” she was say- ing. “I have met Miss Sorensen be- wr) fore,” Tom was smiling at me with dorn on his frank friendliness, fiver bro thenae 02 Setter I looked around the table and | Pound they recommendit.’’—Mra. there, beside Mrs. Ames, was Philip. T wondered if the languld-looking BATTEN, 2 Lincoln Ave., Salisbury, blonde at his left could be his wife, or which of the party she might be. ae oreres erin And then I heard Philip addressing her as Mrs, Reynold: Tom talked to me gotten the incident of the parlor, and he seemed to be on the best of terms with John Ames. Lila was brilliant. She was con- vetsing animatedly and taking Philip for granted, Philip, however, was out of tune. 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