The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 30, 1921, Page 15

APER By RUBY “up ROSES” M. AYRES Poeecccceoccercs: Al Rights Reserved soocccccecccovces C From Preceding Issue) Fergersen and Myers left the er, It was a fine night with the decaying breath of and it by etarstudded ty, above the glare of shop lights sald My @ult Fergerson'’s slower ones Tddier’s coming down on Frt . “Gad! won't tt be Uttle girl on her i He sounded like a de Schoolboy: but old Ferger heart was heavy with appre ft be too sure, Eustace,” he goberly, “By the way"—he ‘Off to resume tn a casual tone you tell Roderick Rriton what you up to town? He had Jonging to ask the question ever he heard of their chance meet- He was conscious of an enor ‘Tellet when Myers replied in "No; what interest could it have | *I thought you might have men Mt’ he’s not interested tn our vil- saffairs; he told me he should Dack to Four Winds—called te te barn, or something Will become of the boy, Fer = Becomes of others in a sim a * generally get snapped op etventuress, or fool their Bway on one—which, after ‘and the same thing. Why find him a wife?" Fergereon smiled grimty to would say if he tragic truthful already has one.” was spared the difficulty of | ‘Dy a sudden discordant crash Pr horribly thru the night, yed by @ shrill screaming and a of voices. gccifient somewhere,” said . ly. He broke into a 3 followed less fe nearing a corner where (reased; as they reached ‘Saw @ confused dark mass at the side of the road. running up from all di- above the din a woman's @creaming roee shrilly. forward. hurt? What fs tt? urchin answered him jent badly hurt—killed, I fink.” Mi away, back! custodian of the law the eager crowd; a ‘were lifting a etill, in from confuston |@ays, and put te down to Littan Fane's engagement to Querne. Rorie dropped tnto another chatr, took & paper and ordered a whis ky-andsoda, He didn’t want the whisky, and when tt was brought he jlet {t stand untasted on the table. He read the paper thru from begin | | finished, he could not recall a word |of what he had read. | Tt was a pleasant surprise, how ever, to find that the afternoon had passed; It was 6 o'clock. | A man who had been sleeping by | the fire woke, rose to his feet yawn: | ing, and strolled across to Rorte. | “Hullo, old chap? | “Etullot ‘The two men looked at one another with lackluster eyes. | Young Briton did not partioularly care for Halsham; he knew by bitter experience that he lived on borrowed | money, which he never made any at- tempt to repay. | | Halsham was an unhealthyloob- Ing man, with thin, sallow cheeks, }and dull eyes; he looked as if he | drank too much, and slept too little. Even as he stared down at Rorte one | could almost have guessed from his | expression that he was wondering if it would be any use sounding him for a “tenner”! An hour ago he had successfully borrowed three fivers from a new member of the club who, jas yet, knew nothing of his reputa tion, and had, consequently, forked out the money willingly: but the fact of the bank-notes tn his pocket by no means deterred him from at-/ tempting to get others, Young Briton took the wind out of | Dis satle by asking what he was do | ing that evening. Halsham shrugged his shoulters | “Nothing. I've got a card for the Fane's 10 o'clock show, but I'm not keen, You going?* “No.” Rorte scowte@: he thought it was rotten bad taste to have asked the question. “Have some grub with 0," he suggested. As a rule, he shunned Hailsham. It spoke eloquent- ly of his loneliness tonight that he was driven to ask for his company. “If you Uke.” Halsham dropped into a chair, and shut his eyes again, He had been assisting a pal to bury the latchkey the previous night, and im consequence felt ke a wot rag, as he expressed it. A walter entered. Rorte ordered dinner and a bottle of champagne. He didn’t care for champagne partic | ularly, but he felt as tf he must spend some money; the weight of the wealth he had been so anxious to obtain was already beginning to op- press him. It was 8 o'clock before they fin- ished dinner. If Rorte ate nothing, his companion made up When THE DOINGS OF THE DUFFS HELLO, WILBUR, WHAT HAVE You IN THE PACKAGE? SOMETHING WET P ll (an| me VESSIR= MY MAN WILL 85 HERE IN "WE MORNING aT 8. of shock which rushed to tt. “Good God! said young Briton, tn | & mick voice, “Poor chap—how aw- fulm | He only knew Querne slightly, but | —apart from their rivairy for the hand of Lillian Fane—he had liked the millionaire’s blunt, almost un couth manner and outspokenness, _ “How awfull™ he said again, in a shocked voice. Hailsham took the paper from | “I'd quite forgotten,” he said, blankly, “Of course! I say, it is bard luck. | Halsham half-smfled. He won.) dered if Rorie were merely acting, or if he had never been eo infatuated as rumor had declared. In the morning the papers were full of the accident. They devoted) whole columns to the lifehistory of it was over, he suggested ata new musical comedy—Roderick to bay, of course, “I don’t care,” said young Briton. ‘He really didn’t: be felt indifferent to everything—a bad ‘state for any man to get into, He had phoned up for the box before he remembered he was wearing morn ing clothes. “What does ft matter? objected. “So am f." They left the club together’ As they went down the steps « ragged newsboy ran past them carrying a late “special.” Halsham fished tn his pocket, and found a penny. “Here, paper.” He waited for his halfpenny change. Rorte felt disgusted; meanness had never been a fault with him, even in his poorest days. He would like to have given the boy something to make up for his disappointment, but with Halsham looking on ft waa not possible. The two men walked on. Under the first lamp Hailsham paused, and opened his paper; he had backed a horse heavily for a 3% ie race, and was feeling anx- Hoe turned the pages with nervous fingers, scanning the stoppress the paper urider Rorte’s eyes. Young Briton glanced disinterest edly at the couple of lines: “Mr. Bartlett B. Querne, the well- known American financier, was acct- dentally killed this evening in a motor-car collision.” Halsham, watching Rorte's face curiously, had quite expected to see something more than the blank look gt ap alte, Twi N ve they serve you up at hotels with a rich sauce” i this time Nancy and Nick tugging at the net in which i caught Tub Terrapin, and y started to swim away with Briny Ocean, to hang the back on the hooks on the 0 from which they had m it. But Cap'n Pennywinkle them. “Hold on, hold on, kid ae commanded, waving his “Vl have to hear more of Tub 8 story before I hurry him ‘ Mr. Fisherman can get You know, Tub, don’t you, that has been trying to ‘a hold of you for a month of 7? He can well you for $25, sare very special. I believe serve you up at hotels with a |} sauce and you are considered delicious.” “Yes,” he admitted, And I was trying to nan’s mind off me, a favor.” . “How could you do him a favor by lying here like a ton of coal, right on top of Spike Starfish?” “Because Mr. } like Spike,” nodded Tubby. “And if] you'll take my word for It and let I'll come baék in @ month! and show you why.” Cap'n Pennywinkle was thought 1. Curly, the seahorse, spoke up. “Tell him it’s all right if he reports to us every day, and {f he doesn't |block the traffic any more.” “Very well!’ replied the fairy po- iceman. “#0 be it! Kiddies, let Tub | out and take home the net. Then! come back and help me get this stupid old swordfish out of trouble, | as fast as you can. You know he stuck his long, sharp nose right thru the trunk of & sea-weed tree.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Stary me go, Fisherman doesn't | - the dead man; they made a pathetic incident of his recent engagement to Lillian Fane; they produced one of | her most picturesque portraits taken | in evening dress, with a cloud of | tulle artistically arranged over her! beautiful head, | Rorle looked at ft apathetically; he j wondered if she had heard yet about | the finding of the second will down | of Four Winds; how she would feel when she realized that she had lost| both himself and the millionaire Altho as yet he did not know It, | he wae slowly ikentng to her| worldiiness and shallowness; but he/ was not in the least prepared for a letter which was brought to him late in the afternoon, addressed in Liliian's flourishing hand, and heav- fly ecented with a perfume which brought back all the early days of his boyish infatuation with a rush, apa for an instant, sent his head! spinning giddily, His man Ferne knew that writing well®enough; knew, too, all about Rorte’s love affair, and Querne’s) tragic death; he had expected Mr. Rorte to looked pleased, or at leas excited. He was amazed that for moment Rorie should ait staring the scented envelope. without at tempting to take it from the aalver. “Ie there an answer, please, sir?” Young Briton picked up the letter then, and cut !t open with slow de- eagerness and impatience about him; and again Ferne mar. veled. “Dearest Rorie™ (wrote Litiian}— “Of course you have heard about poor old Bartlett's terrible death. Rorte, you can’t expect me to pre- tend to be sorry—you, who know) that I only accepted him for moth- er’s anke. I feel that I must write! to you at once and ask you to for! give me. I know you have thought horrid things of me, but it's all over, now, and In my heart I never loved anyone but you. I suppose you mustn't come and see me just yot, | for fear of shocking Mrs. Grundy, | but write to me, Rorie dear—I shall | only Ive for your letter.” Rorte dropped the scented paper with a litte shiver of—distaste, was | Ferne departed, but young Briton sat on in the big chair, staring be- fore him into a future of which he had grown suddenly afraid. An hour later he rang the bell for Ferne, “Pack a bag. I'm going down to Four Winds. You can come with me—I'm sick of London.” “Yes, sir; certainly sir.” Ferne was delighted; he had an eye on} one of the housemaids down at Four | Winds, and fondly cherished the hope that his regard would be even: | tually reciprocated. A» he turned to leave the room| Rorie called him back. “Have this sent to Miss Fane.” He handed the man a note. It was short, and Rorle had re- written it half a dozen times be fore it satisfied him, “I received your letter. Of course, | {t wouldn't do to see you yet. I am| going down to Four Winds today. | RORIE.” “And—Ferne.” “Yes, sir.” “Order a bunch of roses—no— lilles, and send them too.” 8, air.” A sort of compunction made Rorte | ~ | He found himself whistling softly wend the flowers. At one time he had kept her supplied with her beau tiful namesakes, but alweys he had chosen them himself with care; never before had he left them to Ferne’s uninspired selection. When the man bad gone he rose to his feet, stretching his long arms, Four Winds! There was some thing pleasant, after all, in the thought of returning to the old place. He began to remember Scott, the shaggy sheepdog, and Blunt, with his stole face and kind eyes, NO, IT'S A WEDDING PRESENT AND | WANT TO TAKE IT IN THIS JEWELRY STORE - ONLY BE A MINUTE SEATTLE WONDER IP THAT BOY IS TRYING TO HOCK SOME OF HIS WEDDING PRESENTS ALREADY = AND See IP HE HASIT STAR A Nice Present, But— “a Y Whe WAIT WHEN HE COMES OUT= —ANO VCC Tar THS WORLD, MR TRYUG, WE'VE GoT TO PIQUT JAPAN IT, WE'VE Sor To poHT JAPAN DON'T RS PEAT i Rerear: (YT ANY MORE JoST AT It Dossn'T SovNo EXACTLY RIGUT, COMING FROM MAL® CITIZen RAPE PAST ‘ar. * * AE a ' PR Le A Sea cy + w, eland + Page 482 THE HORSE RACR “Now, you eee,” continued grandmother, “that Klickitat In- dian bad given the Canoe Indian a dare, when he said: “At time of pow-wow we shall nee: He went right on talking and daring—he said: “If my horse is not as fast as I say I will give him to you. If he cannot outrun the fastest horse in your tribe I will give him to you’ “Is tt your horse you will give?’ The Canoe Indian took it up, “Then If my horse does not outrun yours I will give you all that I possess, all? “So a day was set and the Klickitat went home, “Day after day the young In- dian trained his fast horse; other Indians raced thetr horses against him to give him practice, and around the campfires at night they talked about the race and planned ways by which the fast horse could be made to run even faster. “And at last the great day came, and mounted on their horses, the Canoe Indians turned their faces toward the uplands and the flat piece qf ground which Mes midway between Du Pont and Sherlock.” “Where ts that, grandmother?” David interrupted. “That is between Tacoma and Olympia,” grandmother answered. “And ft was a long trip by trail. “It may have been because he was a Canoe Indian and had not spent his life on horseback, it may have been that his horse was very tired from carrying #o heavy a load (for when am Indian had to pay a forfeit, the forfeit must be piled ready for his enemy tg take at the time of losing.) “Whatever the reason was, the Kilckitat won the race. “after a time, the chief of the Canoe Indians grew tired of hav. ing his young men come home from the horse races weary and discouraged, having lost their horses and everything else be- sides, and he called bis councillors and planned a revenge. “He sent out scouts hither and thither to find for him the fast- est horse in the whole country and went about planning for a great race.” >. (to Be Continued) ‘Neceheemsereeecramssnmmsanesnniemmne © #1 90 0 9isnmnsnibantnnsiasinstiatsininemnen as he sat down to refuse a couple of invitations from mothers with mar | riageable daughters to “dine quite in- | formally; Just ourselves, you know.” He wondered if there would be time to run round and tell old For gerson that he was leaving London, The old chap would be pleased, and he really wasn't a bad sort, even tho he was a lawyer and @ bach- | elor. Ho rang for Ferne again. “What train shali we bave to, catch?” “There's only the 6:35 fast now, sir.” “Oh!” Rorie glanced at his watch. It wag past five already, He would have to send @ note to old Fergerson after all. “Well, wire to Four Winds,” he said, “Tell them we shall be down to dinner at eight.” “Yes, sir.” Rorte dashed off a note to Mr, Fer- gerson, “1 am tired of London,” he wrote, HOW DO You DO? SAY, | RECEIVED THIS AND 1D LIKE To-- OW, EVERYTHING-LIES A PAINTER-CARDENTER - DLUMBER = MECHANIC-AZ AS A WEDDING PRESENT] towne ate To HIS IN FACT THERE ISN'T ANY-| START HERE TODAY Fieiga Sorensen breske her engage- ment to Tom Bra@ford, whom she has pursued for his monay alone, and becomes the social secretary of Mra John Ames. Philip Ames, the John Ames only by the quick action of Grace Cameron, a maid whom Tom Brad- from a life of shame, In salad dressing on @ ga party. Tom Bradford | oe and Ames urges H marry Tom, GO ON WITH STORY All of the remainder of the day |I carried with me the vision of Philip Ames’ battered face. A number of times I tried to get Tom on the telephone, but each time was told that he was not there and left no word as to where he would be. Mrs. Ames kept to her room end aid not send for me all day. I had hours on my hands in which to do nothing. I couldn't settle myself to reading —there were too many disturbing (Copyright 1931 by Seattle Star) possibilities and I was beginning to feel very much concerned as to my own future. As I examined myself I found that IT had no real purpose tn life, no aim, no rea] idea of what I hoped to do. Grace, I knew, was the same, I considered the numberless girls who were similar to myself. The thought rather staggered me. And I began to understand why there ts so much unhappiness in the world—so few people find the niche in which they really belong. I knew that I had not found mine. I began to see or believe that mine must be beside Tom's. It was dusk when I finally gath- ered up courage enough to call Tom's home, 1 waited, scarcely daring to breathe, while I heard the buzzing on the line, At length @ voice answered. I recognized it as that of Tom's mother. “He ts out of the city,” she said. I knew that she must have recog “and am going back to Four Winds.” He forgot that, not eo many hours since, he had vowed he would never go near the place again; it was Rorle all over to make up and un- make his mind so quickly. He wrote jon “Come down and see me if you can spare the time. I may ask a few fellows down later on to liven things up.” Tho letter did not reach Mr, Jer gerson till the next morning. " He read the scribbled words, and left | his breakfast to get cold while he hastily rang up Rorfe’s rooms. He felt very agitated at this sud- den change of plans. All night he had been restless and perturbed, thinking of Myers’ words and prac tical interest in Rosalie, Almost he had decided that, after all, he would have to tell Roderick that his wife was still living; and now Roderick had taken the law into his own im- pulsive hands, and raced off to the scene of the disaster, After some time the caretaker an: swered the phone. “Is Mr. Briton there? “No, sir; Mr. Briton left London Jast night. I was to send on any letters or message! Ar.” “It's of no consequence,” said Mr. Fergerson; I'll write.” He went slowly back to his cooling bacon; he no longer had any ghoice 1 in the matter. and told quickly, before he heard less kindly and considerately from someone at Four Winds. He must have heard, already, of course, of Querne’s death, and, knowing that— what castles in Spain might he not have allowed himself to build? Old Fergerson was shaken and agi- tated; he was convinced at last that he had done the wrong thing in keeping Roderick in ignorance of the truth, He told himself that it would be a difficult task to make the boy understand how excellent had been his motives. He could not finish his breakfast; he was obsessed by the idea that he must go to Roderick without delay. He pushed back his chair and rose; he would send a wire, and fol low by the first train. In his haste and agitation he tripped over an up- turned corner of the thick rug. He reeled, tried to recover him self, but failed, and fell heavily, striking his forehead against a sharp corner of the table. And so the maid found him when, an hour later, surprised that he had not rung for the breakfast things to be removed, she came into the room. And #0, at the twelfth hour, Fate intervened, and took the matter out of old Fergerson’s hands. (Continued in Noxt Issue) NO, Rorte must be told, | MERE ASK WHAT ris! CAN WE WIGELE EARS, THE OLD COPPER KETTLE THAT STOOD IN FRONT OF BURKHARDTS STORE FOR TWENTY YEARS WAS ‘STOLEN LAST NIGHT. WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING : CHAPTER XLIX—I TRY IN VAIN TO REACH TOM nized my voice, yet she gave no ev dence of it. I turned away from the telephone, half-trembling. It seemed that Tom was purposely avoiding me. > I was almost desperate. The idea. of losing him was taking hold of me. No one except myself appeared tn. the dining room for dinner, Mrs. Ames must have ordered her dinner in her room and Mr. Ames I had not seen, So after the meal alone I sought my room. The house was unusually quiet. Not a sound came from Mrs, Ames’ room. I wondered if she was there and wanted to find out, but I felt that I had no right to intrude during a period in which she was Probably settling accounts with her self. I had a feeling that Philip Ames had been quite as frank with |her as he had been with me, and that she knew the game was at an end, I sought the window where Tom's note had been thrown fn that eve- ning which seemed so long ago, and sat there looking out into the dark- ness. Finally I turned out the light and slept long and soundly. ‘When I awakened the. next morn- ing there were sounds of movement in the next room, so I knew that Lila must be recovering from the effects of her brotherin-law's visit. She was even humming a little. | Ere IT had been walking around j}my room long she called to me. “Miss Sorensen,” there was a new note in her voige, “please come inf (To Be Continued) Only one couple in 11,000 Ive te celebrate their diamond welding, EASY TO KILL TS and MICE By Using the Cannine , STEARNS' ELECTRIC PASTE Ready tor Uso Better Than