The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 23, 1921, Page 13

| . | “PAPER By RUBY (Continued From Preceding Issue) TR seemed a long way over to Bedmund. Ol Fergerson sat look ing Out of the window at the wind Bwept country lanes, and found the @rive endless, He was wondering What he should do when he saw k's wife, ‘of An Odd excitement; he moved rest Tesaly in his seat from time to time| Seon Ryd forgot to answer Myers’ 8. Myers glanced at him curiously. “Wake up, old chap,” he said at ‘Vength, with a sort of impatience. "What are you dreaming about?” Fergerson roused himself with an| ‘effort. His thoughts were away in Wandon with young Briton; he had @oudt at all that Rorte’s im remorse was already forgot He could see trouble ahead if poor little unwanted wife cheated | th, and struggied back to the| that held so little attraction for le forced himself to talk for the ier of the drive; he waa tre dousty relieved when the broug | last, and Myers| stopped at d the door, “This i» my destination,” he said.| @hall probably be half an hour!) can drive you on wherever want to go.” ) “You mean I may not come and) The question! your protegee?” put carelessly, but there was anxious gleam in the elder man's | “My dear fellow, of course. I é 't think you'd care about it.” Ho led the way up the narrow ordered path to the cottage, which the brougham had d. A cluster of small brown nthemums shivered together ® round bed; a couple of red Toses dropped against the rustic Porch of the front door, as if they ¢ year; a tabby cat without a erouched on the path with an) on a perky sparrow. quite a small cottage, and gabled, with lat- 3 nd window: On the brown-painted door a small) Was screwed below the let: With the name “Mrs. Fow- inted in black letters. Myers had laid a hand on the H, but the door opened before | id ring, and a woman stood in the doorway. was small and capable-look- with auburn hair, a little gray the temples; she wore a white Uiree’s apron, and a bunch of keys a chatelaine hung from her it-belt. bade the two men “Good ning” pleasantly: she stood back ‘allow them to enter the narrow She looked at old Ferger rather curiously. . put his hat down on a pushed open a} He had the air much at home; } was a sort of breezy personality 80 it was said, often did his the medi Fergerson stood in the pas hesitatingly. Mrs. Fowler shut front door. ‘ont you please to step tn, str?” led the way into the room. was small, but cosy; a bright burned in the wide grate, short 8 curtains with dainty frills at the windows, a vase of chrysanthemums stood on a table, one or two bright-col- Oleographs were framed in on the walls. But old Fergerson saw nothing of room itself; his whole attention centered on a girl who lay on drawn close to the fire. Dr. Myers was sitting beside her, her nena and talking cheer- She was looking up at him with smile on her white face. Her With their black fringe of turned her head as he entered, ‘across the little room her blue He was conscious | ROSES” M. AYRES {All Rights Reserved + . cheery manner: “This is an old friend of mine | Teddy Fergerson. Many’s the thrash ing he's given me when we were boys at school, You wouldn't think it to look at him now, eh?" The faint smile deepened, the small fingers holding Fergerson's re | turned his pressure faintly. | “You don't mind my coming to see your” he asked her, He sat down in a chair Mrs, Fowler brought for want, “I had to come to the village on business, and Dr, Myers told me about you, I hope you are better,” Her eyes seemed to search his face consideringly . “Are you a doctor? she asked. Myers laughed. “Not he. He's an old rascal of a | lawyer. Don't be surprixed if you're called upon to pay alxand-cight ence for this visit, Miss Dean.” = | Mra, Fowler shook her head re provingly. “You always will have your joke, doctor!” Myers rose from the bed. He signed to the woman to follow him from the room. Old Fergerson could hear them talking together outside the door, Rosalie gave a little sigh. “They're talking about me,” al said, with a sort of weary resigna- tion, “I wish they would let me hear what they say. I am not afraid.” “ | “I hope you will soon be well and about again,” sand Mr. Fergerson. | A sort of spasm convulsed her! face. “I don't want to get well.” 8! said. Ter slim fingers plucked al ty. “Oh, if they'd There was a passion of Intensity pe her voice. Old Fergerson felt a sudden tightening in his throat. “You mustn't say that.” he an- swered, gently. “It's not fair to your riends, It's not kind to want to die| when you know there are people) who will miss you and be sorry.” “There is nobody who would miss | me, or be sorry.” She spoke quietly, not as If seek- ing sympathy, but in the voice of one who merely states an indisputa- | ble fact. No one? echoed Mr. Fergerson. ‘ot a father, or a brother, or even) a lover?” He hated hindself for the question, | jand yet his whole being burned to! know what place In her heart or thoughts she had given to young Roderick. A sudden flush ran over her white face, tears started to her eyes, big drops trickled down her thin cheeks. “There is nobody,” she said, with @ sob. “Poor little girl” His hand sought hers again; he held it, gently stroking her fingers. At that mo- ment he felt as if he almost hated young Briton for his heartlessness; first for having married this child at all and secondly for the way he had taken it for granted that ehe no Hong wished to urge her claim on “If you get well,” he said, gravely, “you have so much of life before you. Why, you've hardly begun to live yet. Please God, there are many happy days in store for you yet.” She laughed—a pitiful little laugh that broke on a sob, “Happy days! With Sherney?” “Who is Sherney?” Old Fergerson dimly remembered hearing the name from Rorie. She explained with a Lttle shtver. “He calle himself my guardian: he's the manager of the ciucus.~ “Ah™ Old Fergerson remembered now. “You do not want to go back to the circus?” he asked. “I would rather die,” she said, Fergerson looked at her silently; | her voice carried the stamp of truth. | In his heart he told himeelf it would be the best way out—for them all— if she could have her wish. Dr. Myers came back just then. He laid @ hand on the lawyer's shoulder, “Are yeu ready?” : “Yes.” Old Fergerson rose to his feet with a sort of guilty haste. He said good-by to Rosalie and walked out to the little front garden. His mind was in a turmoil. He knew that his duty was to go straight back to London and tell Rorte that his wife was still living; and, yet—sup- posing she had died, after all? Driving back in the brougham he asked the question, “ the little girl going to live, Eustace?” Nancy and Nick climbed on top of him ‘Am the badges and sticks and policemen and Twins and ic Green Shoes in the world "t bother Tubby Terrapin a bit he lay flat on nis stomach on the wttom of the sea. ‘There he was and he was going to stay, right fi everybody's road. He looked like ge brown rock as he lay there with his head and his feet and his 1 all tucked inside his shell. Nancy and Nick climbed up on top hi mand sat down, “He isn't do- so very much harm, is he?” ask- Bd Nick, finally. “The fishes can Swim over top of him,’ " Cap’n Pennywinkle grunted, “I'm worrying about what's over if’ he replied. “It's what's under that’s on my mind, The old is lying on quite a few of the wa of the Land of Wigglefins, Starfish, Crawly Crab and sev- Oysters. They'll be smashed ” Curly, the seahorse, spoke up. “I know sometying, Cap'n Penny. winkle,” sald he. “There's a fisher-) man’s net spread out in the bay over! yonder. If we could get \t over here and wrap & corner of it around—" He got no further for Cap'n Pennywinkle Jumped and slapped his knee. “Curly, you're as smart as popcorn! ‘That is certainly a fine idea! Nick, Nancy, do you want to do an errand for me?” The Twins slid down from their seat on Mr. Terrapin's back and de-| clared that they were ready. “Then,” said Cap'n Pennywinkle, “each of you get hold of a corner of Mr. Fisherman's net and bring it here to me, This old fellow, who insists on | sitting here like a bump on a log, | will have to be taught a leeson, and there is no use. wasting any time about it. The sooner the quicker!’ (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) impatient | 1 JUST BLOCK AND YOU AND |, WIFEY ARE GOING TO MOVE INTO IT RIGHT. THIS AFTERNOON! RENTED A FURNISHED APARTMENT DOWN IN “THE NEXT y THE SEATTLE STAR DEAR, iN THE. FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS NOW CHILDREN, OUR LESSON To-DAY MENTIONS "SNOW" es SNOW IS FROZEN PARTICLES OF VAPOR, IN WE ATMOSPHERE IN THE FORM OF FEATHERY “I hope so; it is impossible to say at present. She seems to have no will—no desire—that is the trouble we have to fight. She took quite a fancy to you—asked me to bring you again.” | “She told me she dreaded going. back to the circus.” Dr. Myers looked grave. “She will never be able to do that. | If #he lives she will be a partial in- | Valid all her lite.” Old Fergerson caught his breath. | He thought of all it would mean in such circumstances: Roderick Briton, with his love of freedom and pleasure, tied to an invalid wife whom he did not love, whom he al. ready believed, and surely hoped, to be dead. | “It would be a kindness to let her die, then,” he said gravely, and si. lence fell between them. Bedmund was a couple of miles away when the doctor gave a sudden exclamation: “Good heavens, Teddy! What about your business? The few ‘ju-/| dicious inquiries for a client.'” His eyes twinkled as he quoted his friend's guarded words. j Old Fergerson’s jaw fell. For a moinent his eyes were blank with | dismay, Then he laughed. | “T'd forgotten all about it,” he said audaciously, “No—no, of course, we) won't go back. What nonsense! It's| not so important. I can come down) another day. I should like to see) your litde protege again.” CHAPTER X Mr. Fergerson took tea with Mra. Myers alone; the doctor was called out again almost before he had en- tered the house. “I shouldn't advise any woman to marry a doctor,” said his wife, with a shrug of her shoulders, as she poured the tea. “Eustace belongs ™much more to other people than he does to me.” “It is a very noble profession,” sald Fergerson, warmly. She laughed, passing him a plate of sandwiches, “Rubbish! It's just a living, the same as everything else. What did; you think of the little circus girl?") "She looks very iI}. Eustace says she may be an invalid all her life— if she lives! Mrs. Myers rose suddenly, closed the half-open door. “I know you don't like scandal,” she said, with a little nervous laugh. “But I really must just tell you this, | as you seem interested in a sort of | way. My housemaid is friendly with | one of the grooms up at the Britons’. They ‘walk out together’— that’s the correct expression, isn't 1? Well, she told me this morn- ing that the groom told her that Roderick Briton was mixed up with| that little circus girl. I don't be-/ Heve it myself, of course, tho I know | he has always been a bit wild. They say that he followed the circus over to Bedmund in his car to see her. Tt ton't true, is it?’ Ol4 Fergerson was stirring his tea slowly; for ® moment the silver) spoon tinkled agitatedly against the delicate china cup: his thoughts were working at lightning speed. Roderick had been so sure of the} safety of his secret. Old Fergerson | knew by experience that no secret is) very safe. (Continued in Next Issue) Real Painless and All work guaranteed for 15 years. Have impressions taken in the morn- img and get tecth same day. Exami- nation and advice free. Call and See Samples of Our Fiate + and Bridge Werk. We Stand the Test of Time. ers, who have teste ‘When coming te our o' on rr’ re in o right is ad with you. Cat-Rate our work. ea, be sure piace. Bring comers, ? OHI Dentists 207 UNIVERSITY ST. Onpesite, Vraner-Patersea On NOW, DORLS, YOU GO UP AND GATHER. ALL ‘YOUR THINGS TOGETHER AND VLL GET MINE AND WE'LL MOVE. RIGHT INTO OUR NEW HOME! ‘ a Now Do You ALL UNDERSTAND JUST WHAT SNOW 1S? EVERETT TRUE VM GOING To STEP OVER N@ ANO seG MRS. BRAGG— ¢ THOUGHT OF SOMETHING IMPORTANT \ tcc BS Back INA MINUTE ! st "MINUTE"? THAT Hour MEANS AN . —— BUT IT ALSO means PEACE! ) L, " rT Ny MG THere WAS NOBODY AT Home, isn'Tr THAT IST Too PROVOKING 87% ar. * * AND } i we" ory Fook.” Page 476 SUPPOSE THEY HAD (Chapter 2) “Well,” continued the minister man, “mother healtated @ little, as mothers do about such things, but we all joined in urging her to go. So early the next morning they started off. “Ed and I felt @ little queer when they left us, but on the whole we felt rather like a holi- day with the whole day and place to ourselves “Whoopee! Ed shivered as he stepped out into the outside air. ‘Not much mildneng to this weath- er. Look; you ean see your breath plain as anything.’ And we watched the little white clouds made by our own breaths in the frosty air. “ ‘Cloudy, ‘Wonder if here. If it does we'll make a sled, won't we?” “We were quite excited and happy over the prospect and chattered away tvithout a thought of anything but fun all the time we worked. “But here and there in the clearings the cows gathered to- gether in little close, quiet bunches, the great patient eyes looking solemnly out at us as if 2k too,’ he went on. it ever snows out have to they sensed a coming danger. “All day the clouds grew thicker and grayer with that peculiar solid steely look which snow clouds wear. And all day the chill in the alr increased. “It was easy enough to keep up the fire that day, for the blazing logs gave us both cheer and comfort. “In the afternoon snow began to fall, just a few feathery flakes, drifting silently and looking small and mysterious against the back- ground of tall green trees all about us. “What time are they coming home?’ I questioned as we stood at the little window watching. don't know,’ Ed answered. ‘Father said if the weather was very cold and they were late get- ting thru at the mill they might stay all night.” “TI kind of hope they won't stay,’ I said. ‘It makes it lone- somer when it's cold, doesn't it?’ “'Oh, I don't know,’ Ed answered, being as brave as he could for my sake. ‘I guess. we'll be all right.’ “We'd better go out and get a little of that hay for the milk cows. Maybe by the time we do that they'll be hom (To Be Continued) aK, It's good, that's sure, 40c Supreme Blend Coffee, Hansen, 40 Economy All Moved in One Trip BY CONDO | T. KT ROOK 1 TOM AND) WILL Be OVER To SEE. YouR PLACE THIS EVENING ~ (WATE Toste —— FRECKLES, AS We WALK OUT ON A COLD WINTER ALLRIGHT WELL LOOK FOR You - TELL DORIS To HuRrey uP! OW Cs MORNING AND Look, AROUND, WHAT DO WE SEE ON EVERY START HERE TODAY Helga Borensen becomes consctence- stricken because has pursued Tom Bradford for his money. She breaks her agement to him and finds employ- mt with the rich Mrs, Ames. The 1 is playing with the heart of her married brother-in-law, Philip Ames, whose actions seem to compromise her, at the same time he makes love to Helga. A maid in the Ames home is Grace Cameron, whom Tom Bradford has sayed from a life of shame. GO ON WITH THE STORY My hands were fumbling strange ly with the silver, “Lila.” the smart youth Ieered, | “you must have toddled in with the dawn—damn it!" He jumped to his | feet, oveturned his chair and was brushing wildly at his head. The dinner party was thrown in momentary confusion, Then a |woman's laugh tinkled. There, behind the very much dis- turbed youth, stood Grace, who had been impressed into. service for the dinner, with a salad dressing server of mayonnaise in her hand. And across the forehead of+ the |youth was a yellow streak dripping from the top of his head. Grace had spilied salad dressing just in time to save the beans for Mrs. Ames! Beside me I heard the gurgle of Tom's laugh. I started to giggle. “You little fool! You belong In the kitchen washing iron pots!" The dark-haired woman who sat at the right of the youth became primitive under stress, “I can’t understand what anybody means, having such a blunderer as you serving dinner guests!" she stormed on. “There are worse blunders than spilling salad dressing! Grace re torted, stepping very near the little black-eyed woman. “Talk back to me {if you dare! the woman had drawn up to her full searlet-clad height, her face flushed. She moved, quickly, ¢at-like. There was a smart slap. She had struck Grace! Without a word, Grace grasped the woman's wrist and in a second Jaid her flat on her back on the floor, “Grace—my guest! Mrs. Ames screamed. “You little vixen! I'l! show you” the youth had recovered from his salad dressing bath and grasped Grace by the shoulders. It seemed that Tom must have Jumped over the table, for in an in- stant I saw him there beside Grace, grasping the youth and talking in HE OLD HOME TOWN low, forceful tones. “Hereafter keep your hands off of women who are not your kind.” The last came slowly and with a terrible sarcasm. ‘The youth dropped weakly down on a chair. But his fiery little companion was not to be thus easily conquered. “I'll eat in no house where I have to endure such insults! claimed, looking squarely at Ames. “Come, Freddy! and the little woman rushed out, beside her the man whom I afterward learned was Freddy Payton, perpetually a hanger-on—by reason of the wife— |in some man’s household. “Shall we—try to eat?” Lila was | speaking. “Certain-lyf it came from the languid blonde and there was 4 rip- ple of laughter under it. It made one think that she lived in an atti- tude of laughing at the world. cult for every one except the blonde | and Philip Ames. He didn’t seem to care. I wondered if there was ever anything which could make him | care, | (To Be Continued) } (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) | Dyed Her Faded | Curtains and a j Skirt like New “Diamond Dyes” add years of wear to worn, faded skirts, waists, coats, stockings, sweaters, coverings, hangings, draperies, everything. 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