The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 28, 1921, Page 11

4 rielidy # & 3 i g i f “PAPER By RUBY face that young Briton he had done « very he felt more able to independently. Before, been a subtle influence at m4 called to him tn- the past, urging Ro tearing them afresh. that old Fergerson would behaved like a weak old Fergerson had not remorse and grief on that he, Rorie, had. how cleverly in working Hi looked at his open the name on the counterfoil, and told deen the act of a mad- with the extortionate F zi? 8 i = Sherney more or less of a It was, tacitly, an ili £98 i Tree i HY j ! i ft i} j i { f 5 3 ih | | ! ri : if i i At i i ti LF i‘ ii Fay ij! ef et (i i del i & . | i him out of the way, didn't have time to direct other big fishes that came swim- by. The first tuipe he knew, 't the old saw-fish bumped into z he was going at all, at all, first thing everybody knew, : ee z 4 and there It lay in everybody's As tho that helped matters the next thing, didn’t Mr. ig sharp saw had cut the tree} ROS M. AYRES “I should like you t promise to tel me if you ever contemplate re- | marrying—even contemplate It, Rod. | erick" ' There was something very ear nest and compelling in the quiet voice. Rorie turned hia head sharply) there was « flush on his face. ' “I @hall never marry,” he said, | abruptly. Mr. Fergereon smiled. | “Ab, welll “I can promise readily enough,” ) said Rorte with a strained laugh. He) stretched a hand thru the window | with a sudden impulse. | “Cr and see me times, sir.” | ‘The hand was taken and held. | “You come and see me, Roderick.” Mr. Fergerson stepped back. The cab moved away: Rorie flung him-| eelf back in the corner, and stuck up his feet on the opposite eeat. “Damned awful place, the world!" | he told himself, with @ sort of sav: | agery. “Rotten, selfish, eer | ta." He had not yet realized how truly | i [ a i 2 ELLs] is* pill it i f i i | g? f ri | : f f | | if i if ey! | : | i & 1 ! 5 i i El i he ; j i : i PA AE R eff ee | i sft iy : iS ? i | Swerdfish come blundering along with his long sharp nose, not looking where he was going and didn’t he ram right into the big thick trunk of the sea-weed tree and there he stuck, taking up all the spare room there was, nearly, ‘When tho Twins returned, Cap'n Pennywinkle and Curly were prano- ing around, trying every-which-way to get Mr, Swordfish free. Mr. Shark had come to help and Mr. Hammer fish and Mr. Sturgeon and Mack | Mackerel, and I can't tell you how many more, The only thing was that all the helpers had different ideas about getting Mr. Swordfish loose, Mr. Shark was for eating him |at once, and ff it hadn't been for |Cap'n Pennywinkle’s magic badge, I'm afraid he would have done so. And all on account of lagy Tub Terrapin. There Tub lay, an uncon- cerned ans you please. (To Bo Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) SAY, HELEN, BILL STORY ) we. 1S 1M THERE | BROUGHT HIM OUT TO HAVE L;THIS IS A FINE | HARDLY HAVE ENOUGH FOR “TWO AS IT 1S FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS MEM @ GWE ONE COOKIE "To RAY ing, and I’ve come up to town spe clally to see Iddler, the spinal man, about her. He can help me. It'll) cost money, of course» but that man O14 Fergereon flung out his hang | protestingly. | ant face contracted “She's weak, of cou! is $ tal i df Ht 34, Hu i 35 for ma, he’d have been here all the time.” An argument, en?” O14 Fergerson made no reply; he was carefully selecting a cigar from O14 Fergerson smiled rather sadly; he remembered the wistful eyes and firm mouth of Rorle’s poor little wife, and, somehow, he did not think that Brenda—or any other woman— could make her tell the secret which she had given him her promise to Myers sna Mr, Fergerson lunched together. Myers was talkative and elated; on‘s wife. He could not rid himself the feeling that there was some deeper reason for his apparent anx- fety that she should recetve the best advice and attention and make a complete recovery, ‘When the’ meal was over, and the two men were smoking on either aide of the fire, old Fergerson ques- tioned his friend, “I can’t help thinking,” he sald, slowly, “that you're not telling me quite everything there ts to know about thie case, I know how keen you are on your work, but ts’t there something else prompting you to take all this interest in this un- known girl?” Myers flushed and frowned. “Trust a lawyer to ferret things out,” he said, with pretended wrath; then he laughed, “I suppose I may as well own up,” he said, resignedly. “The truth is, Teddy, that, like you, T can’t bear the idea of the child going back to the cirous. It's a dok'a life for a woman, and I’ve been won- Fergerson Goring it these tan't some wag of} the spot but 3 suppose it's out of] would not pe long before the truth whom they bath loved? Bor a mo. -.., Wontinued in Nexs Issue) _ I Market, . iy AND ONE a * HELEN, MEET MY Story Got the Signal Mie STORY - CAN'T PROMISE. You MUCH OFA DINNER THIS EVENING - 9 How Will BY CONDO Page 480 “Pegey, I wish you woul ever let my things alone” It was David's voice and it sounded all grouchy and snariy and quarrelsome, and Peggy’s lit- tle answering drawl was—well, it wasn't « pretty sound at all “Well, Davie, I didn’t hurt it a bit. We couldn't find mine and your tennis ball is so much bouncter anyway” “Tea,” David growled back, “that’s just it, but how long do you think it will stay that way if you girls bang it around and pee “Children, children!’ chided mother-dear’s voice, “what do I hear? Not a quarrel on a morn- ing like this! Surely not a quar rel! Do you know that the little Indian children aid not quarrel? “No, not a single bit. Mrs, Bartlett was telling me only a week or two ago how often she listens to the unpleasant sounds which she hears from the school grounds and from little quarreling voices on the street and wonders why it is that with all their good training. and their books and op- portunities, white children quar fel and the Indians did not. “She said she has watched by the hour as the little Indian chil- Gren made up their games and Played them with squeals and siggies and shrieks and running and darting, but never, cross word, nor a@ discussion about who would be it, or the fair. nese of a play. “They just did play tain “One game especially -they loved to play. A scrap of paper ‘was found and hidden in some ohild’s hand until a girl was caught off guard. Then, quick as a flash, the girl with the paper turned up the hem of the other girl's skirt, tucked the paper into ft and the game was on, the paper-tagged girl was ‘poison.’ “Then such shrieks and laugh- never a .ing as they ran sig-sage across their playground, Never by any chance must one run a straight course, always zig-zags, and the ‘poison’ player was ‘it’ until she was quick enough to flip a hem and tuck in the paper and so make another girl the chaser.” “School-time,” David cried, “Thank you, mother, I'll remem- ber.” Lb beleded Paeeeeseeeeteseeeneneeessseseeensesesnas tad tesserae buying off that man Sherney, He's no real claim to the girl, I know that—she admits as much hersejf. Bhe tells me that her mother was a clrous rider—died quite young, I be- Meve—and Sherney adopted child, The father was a bag of mys- tery. Anyhow, the father isn't Sher- ney, and the girl hates and fears) I should like to see her happy nico little thing. If she'd fow years younger, bless me it I wouldn’t have adopted her on the| the question as it is, Brenda would never hear of it anyway.” Old Fergerson set his lips closely. He had not bargained for this state of affairs; things seemed to have become very complicated all of a sudden. A week ago Rorle’s wife had been utterly friendless; now there were too many people tak- tng a practical intérest in her, Un- less some’ summary check were placed on Myers’ enthusiasm, old ‘guessed that it ‘ | | PLEASED To MEET YOU | Bia woN’T You HAVE ANOTHER CHOP? AW, COME ON, HELEN WiLL FIX You ANOTHER IN A SECOND- You DON'T EAT EHOUGH To KEEP A BIRD ALIVE - 2 ES i They Answer That? NO, NO, NO, THANKS "VE HAD A PLENTY DON'T PAY ANY ATTENTION "TO HIM, MRS, DUFF - BY ALLMAN WHY DID YOD INSIST ON WIS HAVING ANOTHER CHOP WHEN THERE. WEREN'T ANY MORE? DIDN’'T You FEEL ME KICK YOU UNDER THE TABLE? in A 10, YOU WERENT kickiInc ME ! BY BLOSSER yl SAY! ARE You Vou OUR BOARDING HOUSE CMINOU BEAT“THAT2 = Mis MUST QE HER PRIVATE. STOCK = AND =—— PARS. HOOPLE, THE LANDLADY, EASES a ON “THE. (CE-BOX BANDITS, AND PICKS, WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Beattie Star) CHAPTER XLVII—TOM BEATS UP PHILIP AMES Philip Ames’ face told why Lila had acreamed. His usually handsome features were blue and greenist-yellow and puffed out of shape. Lila smiled apologetically. 1 dared not ask what the trouble had been and I felt the only thing to do was to leave them alone. “Don't rush away,” Philip said as I continued across the room toward the door, “There are things @ secretary should be doing in the morning,” I replied, trying to speak lightly. “As you will” His attempt at smil- ing was tragio. I sat down on the stairs. I needed to think. My world had become a place of such utter confusion that I felt as if I must find something with which to steady myself. I first thought of Tom—what a comfort ft would have been to have had him there just then! I needed reached the ears of Roderick him- elf. Ho shrugged his shoulders, as if he considered the very idea of adop- tion absurd. “Such things always end disas trously,” he said philosophically. “Take the Clintons. They adopted @ foundling; brought her up, and lavished their wealth upon hen When she was 17 she ran off with the footman, and broke the old peo ple up entirely. Murder will out, you know; she probably only went back to her own class in her choice of a husband. This girk—Rosalie— is no doubt very similar, Don’t en- tertain the idea for a moment, my dear fellow.” But anyone could have seen that Myers was not convinced. His kind ly face took an obstinate expres sion, hie equare jaw elightly pro- truding, “It's all. very well for you to preach,” he said. “But I'm not get ting any younger, and—hang it! a daughter, even an adopted daughter, would give one some interest in the futuré. What am I working for? What am I saving for? Who is there to leave my money to, if I've got any to leave? Nobody! I don’t think Brenda feels things in quite that way, but——."* Old Fergerson made an impatient gesture, Was this man blind, that he could not see what was the great est trouble in the life of the woman someone on whom to lean. I had come to the realization that I could not be really happy, plugging on alone. I had learned that after all companionship is the ong worth-while and necessary thing, if humans ere to be completely happy. Shortly Grace appeared in the hall below, She had the morning paper. When she saw me, she started run- ning lightly up the stairs, “What did I tell you?” she called softly, as she held up the sheet. I read the headline and then the names in the smaller type and sud- denly e thing seemed tobe a myriad of black and white imps dano- ing in front of me. For a second I seemed to be losing my grip, and then I took the paper and forced my- self to read. “Club Men Figure in Brawl,” I read across the top of the page, and then went on with the story in which were the names of Philip Ames and ment he could not trust his voice to speak. Then he said evenly: “There is something in what you say, I admit. But if you seriously contemplate adopting a child, for Heaven's sake take one young enough to be molded’ and brought up to your own ideas. This girl is not a child; she admits she js married.” “She is a child for all that,” ob stinately. “And ‘a child who would appreciate love and kindness more than the majority, However, it’s no use arguing with you, I can see, so I'm off to Iddler’s, Are you going to ask me back to dinner?” “My dear fellow, of course!” Right.” Dr. Myers was himeelf again. His kindly face beamed; his breezy manner had completely re turned when presently he drove gway from the house. He called @ cheery good-bye to his friend in the doorway. But old Fergerson went back to the, house with slow step and despondent bearing. When he had decided to take the risk of keeping Roderick ignorant of the fact that his wife was living, he had not quite realized that there would be more than the one risk, He knew now that, in his keen anx-; fety to do his best for the spoilt son of his dead client, he had lost sight of the dangers and difficulties which were bound to lie in wait for him on ail sides.” Tom Bradford, concerned with unnamed girl. i It seemed that they met at the club very early in the and the name of some woman ed off the explosion. The newspaper story left the unnamed. an I sat there staring at the page, but not reading. Who was the girl? % could think of nothing else. Could © Tom be mixed up in some girl affair with Philip Ames? The thought hurt me. to get to go out with him, I'll bet yor —or something of that sort,” she was trying to put something over and Tom was trying to make him play square. That's the only way a man of Tom's type would ever miz with a mah of Philip Ames’ type over a girl, Miss Sorensen.” Her voice was convincing an@ 3B wanteg to believe her. “T wish I could feel so I ought not to care at all,” I “I'm glad you do," Grace eai® softly. The door of Mre. Ames’ room ed. Philip Ames stepped out started past me down the stairs, A prominent physician says by far the largest number of ous displacements, or growths. Bymp- toms similar in character ere oftes brought about by much simpler ‘ ‘urge dency,, or weakness, to give Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetab:e Compound ial. It acts as a natural 1 tive and often prevents more troubles,—-Advertisement. It’s good, that’s sure, 40¢ Blend Coffea, i