The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 1, 1921, Page 10

SATURDAY, OCTOBER 1, 1921, -“PAPER ee et at Continued From Preceding CHAPTER XVII Like @ great many more of her! x, Brenda Myers was inordinately | curious, | There had not been much excite! ment in her life since that moment | when the rivalry between Edmund Fergerson and .Bustace Myers was! settled Onee and for all by her mar riage: and she was & woman who b toved excitement, f, It wae odd how completely she had turned from her first attitude with regard to Rosalie with the discovery of the wedding ring. The mystery Pand romance had awakened her curt osity far more than her sympathies, and, ag she told the doctor, she did pot mean to rest until she had un earthed the true story Tt rather upset her calculation when she heard that Four Winds had awakenet to life again and Roderick Briton was expected. Rights poorad “I don’t believe it," ahe said, fiat. ly, when Myers told her. “Why,! wurely he wouldn't dare come here) it" She broke off, remembering she had not told him of her suspi ctona, “Wouldn't dare? echoed the doc “What on earth’ do) I met him tn London the other day, and tt struck me that he'd Improved con-/ os | Brenda laughed rather disdainfully. | S She deliberately walked past Four. Winds when she went down to the village that morning on her way to Bedmund. : ‘The last time she had passed the) ‘old house all the blinds had been drawn, and the carriage gates closed | low there was an air of cheerfulness | na | tumn breese. One of the stood at the door of . . Rorte’s village so soon dispose very finally of her She told herself that it [closely as she spoke. | far a drive past Four Winds. ROSES” By RUBY M. AYRES Reserved +@ an epidemic up at the big house which engaged her husband's time Mrs, Fowler looked Interested “Indeed! Dear, dear, what a long time {t seems since the old gentle man died" “It's only three weeks,” Myers, quickly, “But I mit that I never thought Briton would come back here to live” She was watching Rosalie The girl was lying with her eyes closed, dark lashes sweeping the soft cheeks; but if Mrs. Myers had expected qome show of emotion she was disappoint ed. Perhaps the lips folded a little mora closely, but that was all When you're well enough, Rosa lie,” Brenda went on, “I'll take you You really ought to see it; It's a lovely old place, Roderick Briton's wife will be a most fortunate woman.” Rosalie’s eyes opened slowly. The faint color in her cheeks seemed euddenty drained, but Mre. Myers was not looking at her now “His wife?" asked Mra, Fowler, interestedly ia he going to be married, then?’ “Well—" Brenda hesitated “T know there was someone tn London he was very much infatuated with, but she threw him over, and got engaged to an American. But I saw in one of the papers that he was killed two days ago in a motor ao cident, so I dare say she'll make it up with Roderick again now.” “Surely Mr, Briton wouldn't allow himself to be whistled back like that! said Mra, Fowler contemp- tuously; but Brefda shrugged her shoulders. “Men are eo foolish where a wom an ts concerned™ she replied, portantly She rose, fastening her coat. She glanced at Rosalie, but ft almost seemed as if the girl had not been lstening. Her blue eyes wore fixed with @ sort of strained weartness on the remaining yellow leaves which shivered on the tall trees outside the window. When Mrs. Myers spoke to her she started. as ff she had been roused from sleep. “Dr. Iddler will be down on Fri- day. you know,” Brenda said, with her rather oldmaidish air of im- portance. “I hope you realize what a fortunate girl you are to be able to have such excellent advice.” The words sounded patronizing. tho probably they were only meant In kindliness. A flush crept into Rosalie’s cheek, but she answered, patiently “Everyone ie very kind” Mra Fowler went to the door with her visitor, but when she came ald Mre. must ad Roderick DOINGS OF THE DUFFS WILBUR DO You STL Love ME? ae No ‘BUTS’ ABOUT IT FRECKL TAKE VouR tm-| [he drove along the narrow lanes be-| tween the high hedges. He felt a») if he were revisiting a mpot be had known years and years ago. It seemed impossible that it was only three weeks since he parted from Rosaile that windy morning at thé cross roads. His young face was grave and serious, He realized all in a mo ment that there were so many | things he would like to know about ‘the death of the girl who had been his wife for so short a time. | He would have given a great deal now to hear what it-was she had said to Sherney before ahe died. He longed selfishly to know that it was some message of forgiveness for himeetf; but it waa ao unlikely that he would ever hear He wondered where the draggied | circus had plodded to now—the pa | | tent elephants, and the stilted clown | —gone out of his life forever, | tramping on from village to vib Uttle pucker of! back to the little room the tears lage, with no hope of anything bet aia : i r : © ; gir Hf i 4 33 = 4 i i j i F 3E i Hl : He i ip ii Eek a ie | 3 i § a Pa | lyers iter Tub Terrapin. | One day Nancy and Nick brought | ‘Tub Terrapin to Cap'n Pennywinkle. | *$le’s ready to show us,” they ex- ‘plained. Cap’n Pennywinkle scratched his |. “Bless my soul! Show us?” he ‘cried. “Show us what?” “I thought you would forget what | I told you,” replied Tub stiffly, “but ‘that doesn’t alter matters. If you why Mr. Fisherman doesn't like pit Starfish.” Cap'n Pennywinkle slapped his and grinned. “That's right, bby, you're honest, aren't you? walt until I get Mack Mackerel mind the cross roads for me and go at once.” Pretty soon the fairyman and the were swimming after Tub Ter: to see why it was that Mr. didn’t like Spike Star. On they swam, on and on, un- came to the bay, not far where the big net y led them to a seaweed “they could see but were running down Rosalie’s face; her slender body shook with sobs. “Oh! my dearia, what ts the mat tert Mrs. Fowler knelt down by the sofa, her kind face full of tender 7 Rosalie lifted her weak arms and clasped them around the good wom i Mre. Fowler, tf they would me alone—only let me die ia be #0 much kinder to everybody—eo much kinder. They know what they are doing,” Mrs. Myers was nearly home when she met Roderick Briton tn hi the big sheepdog, Scott. was sit- ting up beside him with a great air of importance, Roderick glanced at Mra. Myers if she considered herself infinitely his superior: but her dissatisfied heart contracted with envy as she look at the dainty little car. How may times had she not tried to persuade Eu- stace to change the slow cob, and the stuffy brougham, as ashe was Pleased to call ft. for a motor! _ Rorie acknowledged the bow hur- riedly. He had not recognized the doctor's wife at first» He thought she was looking much older than he had remembered her. He swung out of the village and down the Bedmund road. Tt gave him a curious feeling as Ht. bearried a huge bunch of beautiful | | ter, only ever-increasing shabbineas and weariness, Well, Rosalie was out of it, anyway. She had told him more than once how ehe hated the Iife; and he—what fine promises he had made her, what a golden fu ture he had held out to her In his now, and the thin spire of Bedmund | | Parish church was tm sight above | the trees. | | A mudden desire to go there again leeteed upon him. With hasty tm pulse he stopped the car at the old Neh-gate and jumped out | Scott followed with alacrity, and stood wagging his tail, waiting for| orders. | “Good dog: stay there.” | Rorte went on up the little sloping |churchyard and tn at the open door. The damp depression of the church | letruck him afresh: a xtngle red light burned before the altar; the aame wheezy old verger was sorting pray er books In éne of the pews Rorte looked round with rather wistful eyes, This was where he had been married; that was the rose | window thru which wenk ray of | sunshine had stolen inquisttively to! look at them’ a moment before the) sudden, sharp shower of rain had deluged the earth. Less than three weeks ago—it seemed a year! | The verger had turned his head |stiffly, hearing young Briton's step; | the eyes of the two men met across jthe church. Roderick swung round [hastily and went ont, | Scott greeted him with a joyous bark; he had not moved from the spot where Rorie had left him, but now he sprang back into the seat by | the wheel. Hl Roderick drove away, feeling! rather {s If he had been to a funeral; and yet It seemed imposstble that it was Rosalie whom he had buried-—| impossible that-——~ The car swung! {round bend tn the lane-—Rorte half roxe from the seat, jamming on | the brakes; he shouted a warning: | “Look out there!” A man dodged sudaenty to the side | of the road, narrowly escaping being | struck by the bonnet of the car,| Roderick turned in his seat as he) passed, swearing angrily; but the} words died on his lips, for the man| whom he had so nearly knocked down was a hunchback, long of limb, and ugly, with a thick, atubby growth of hair, and sullen, resentful eyes beneath beetling brows. He wore a shiny corduroy coat, much solted and patched, and he roses in his big, claw-like hands, Rorte recognized him with some thing of a shock; {t was Bunch, the} Pretty s00n the fairyman and the twins were swimming jwertel winmeatey beneath could not be seen, right beside @ lot of smooth sand where a number of oysters were peacefully sleeping. hunchback from the circus. instant the emall car) young Briton’s agitated hand: it almost seemed an if they were bound to land in the ditch which bordered the nar- row road, but, with a superhuman jeffort, he wrenched at the wheel, WHY OF COURSE More MAN ever’ THE SEATTI .E STAR Mush and Milk Do , DORIS - 5S- LEASE iy if CARD EVERETT TRUE LOVE ME , HONEY —+-- WILL You ALWwAays | J ALWAYS, bean! I$ TUAT YouR REDORT Vou WANE UERE, FOECKLES 2 —_— HOW DO You KNOW THAT You WILL WAYS LOVE MEP ALWAYS LL ped WE WILL ALWAYS |, PAGE 11 a BY ALLMAN 1 GUESS WE'D BETTER cuT OnE, NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS - OUT THE MUSH STUFF! TTOAD TW TEACHER You WOULDN'T BE, BUT ™' OLD Goose wuz OUR BOARDING HOUSE yee CAP ctl VR ANE is 9 Page 483 THE “You must remember,” grand. mother went on with the story of the Indian horse race, “that there were no fair grounds with care: fully made and tended tracks for races, before the white man came, no they had to find « place which was already level enough for «| course, “Word had gone out from tribe to trife and it is said that it was | the greatest gathering of Indians this country has ever seen. “Thousands of men and horses | were there and hundreds and hun dreds of Canoe Indians were there | and the Plains Indians made them | drag or carry their canoes to the | place of meeting, for if the Klick- | Stats won, everything would be theirs. Yes, even the blankets the Canoe Indians had worn and the} noes which had brought them “On one side there were piled canoes, paddies, fishing outfits, trinkets, blankets, guns, bows and | arrows, spears, baskets and beads everything the Canoe Indians owned. “On the other stood the fine horses of the Plains Indians, “The Canoe Indians risked RACE earth on the side of the course on which the Canoe Indians’ horse was to run, so that Instead of hav- ing hard-packed ground for his flying hoofs, the fast horse would | soon grow weary because his feet | would sink Into the loose earth as he ran. “All night long he worked and when the sun rose he had fin ished. “The Canoe Indians were des perate, and when they realized that if their horse lost they would be left without any possessions, and might have to go as slaves to the other men, they had to think of a scheme of their own, “So they selected the best shots among thelr warriors, placed them in trees along the course and told the sharpshooters to shoot the rider of the rival horse if he got a length ahead, “There were a great many more Canoe Indians than Klickitata, but they were less clever, “And when their horse began to drop behind and they fired on the rider of the Klickitat horse, the Plainsmen rose up in a body and hh to come along I'll show you) “My! said Cap'n Pennywinkle, | stopping the engine; then he flung “don't they take life easy? Nothing aside the rug, leaped out, and ran to do but eat and sleep, the lazy back to the bench round which the creaturent’ j hunchback had vanished. “Oh, but just walt and see! Tub) But there was no sign of him any- told him. “Just you walt and keep where; he had vanished as complete very quiet. jly as if the earth had opened and So they waited and kept quiet. —_ swallowed him up. Pretty soon, who should peer out! Rorle ran up the bank, and peered |of the weeds on the other side of across the bleak fields, but nowhere j the oyster bed but Spike Starfish. could he see the ugly, deformed Spike had five eyes, one at the end figure carrying its incongruous lof each point, but he couldn't see bunch of flaming roses, |very well. But smell! Oh, how he It almost seemed /as if it must could smell! Uncle Tom's blood. have been a dream, thought young |hounds weren't a circumstance to Briton, as he went slowly back to Spike. And “taste! Spike's mouth the car, and once more started for | was right in the middle of him and home jhe could taste all over. The following morning he drove) Right after Spike came another the eame way again, keeping a sharp) starfish, lookout on either side of the road, “It's his twinf’ explained Tub. but he saw nothing of the hunch- “When I broke him, two of him back, altho he met Brenda Myers al most in the same spot where they (To Be Continued) had passed one another the previous (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) everything, the only their horses. “But the winner “The night tribe had come, a the Plains tribe had gone out with a great dagger and loosened the before t. Plains began to shoo! Indians would have! the other wine old man of "8% “Off the Canoe Indians seur- ried, leaving everything, even the race horse, and the rider of the winning horse never stopped till he reached Upper Muck creek by a trail he knew and then he hid, fror the rest of his life he was done with horse racing.” where she had been, and then forgot all about her. CHAPTER That night the Bas and col his solitary dinner. Blunt, seeing the depression on his young master's face, suggested re- spectfully that there was some good rabbit shooting to be had, and that day. Yor & moment he wondered idly gentlemen trom London were usually the weather changed suddenly; @ rainstorm blew up from the wind was searching } Rorle shivered XVIUL knew in town, |apite of the fact he ate|did not greatly come down to Four Winds. accepted by ee post, and in| of the table, in the empty chair, he a improve, spirits went up like rockets. ‘The three men arrived together on the Wednesday. A heavy shower had just cleared off, and the roads were wet and slippery, as Roderick drove the car to the station to meet them. rather partial to the sport. Rorle took the hint gladly, wrote off to a half dgzen fellows he and asked them to He Three the weather Rorte's WHEN “Are things quite all right around the house?” Mrs. Ames asked me. “Quite-—-so far as I know,” I re plied. “You look as if you are got any too ‘all right’ yourself, my dear! You aren't troubled?" she ques tioned “No.” But my volee was not con vincing. Lila ran on a little about home new personal surprising plans © for her supervision of her household. “You can all squash in somehow,” he said, with delightful “And it's not far.” They arrived back at four Winds laughing like schoolboys home for the holidays. Blunt was delighted he loved company, and there ne had been any in old Briton's tim Halsham was one of the three men invited, Rorie had asked him on the spur of the moment—why, he hardly knew, except that he was amusing, and could tell a story without boring everyone to death He had never been down to Four Winds befor he looked round the fine old house with envious eyes. “Jove, Briton!" he said. “No won- der half the mamas with daughters are after you?” Rot!’ said Rorle, and hé thought of Lillian Fane almost guilltily. It was surprising how little he had thought of her at all since he came back #0 essentially to town; her natural setting seemed to be vest ‘End shops and expensive restaurants. One of the other men chipped in. “I heard a good yarn about you the other night, Rorie—chap at the club, He said you were married— ha! ha!" He leaned back in his chair, and chuckled. But Rorte did not laugh. He went a little pale about the lips; his eyes were distressed; to his troubled gaze it almost seemed as if, at the head could see Rosnlie’s little ghost, looking across at him with eyes that wistfully waited for his reply. “Who said 807” he asked, with an effort; but Banshell was not to be drawn, “I promised not to tell,” he declared. (Continued Monday) things she needed, and some rather | ‘Then she broke off in a very seri-/| optimism. | to the country; she belonged! La “ FIGURE WW AN AQUARIUM — RINT FISH != How 'BOUT TH itp Fy ailing <<“ | MW ll 1AM. AND STRAIGHTEN ACCOUNTS INTHE HALLWAY = (Copyright 1991 by Seattle Star) ous tone. “You saw Phil yesterday—" Her voice was low, talked things over—and I've made such a mistake. I haven't a mother or a sister here, | jand I must talk this over with a |woman; somehow, this morning | want the companionship of a) woman.” “When a woman seeks the com: | panionship of other women, they say | it Is a sign she is getting old,” 1 re-| j minded her. “Perhaps I am-—surely I need to) change my ways and that may be/ |the natural change coming along | with the rest. | “Philip tulked to me yesterday, as | he never talked before—he made me see things seriously. I have been trying to find happiness in the| wrong way and the wrong place; I have been looking into a shallow vessel and hoping to see the mirror of God's deep. I have mistaken the | hallow reflection’ for something big | and worth while—and I've been all | wrong.” i 1 couldn't say anything, when she | ‘stopped speaking. My brain was busy on my own problems, finding them reflected in Lila's, and I was daubing my eyes with a bit of white linen which I had wadded tightly in my hands. “Helga!” very soft. “You haven't been—what matter?” she demanded, “I'm just tired and nervous. I've been up too much lately nigh 1 can't seem to rest as I should.” My voice was unsteady. “I haven't been working you too hard—have 1?” in gentle surprise. “No, “Then what is it? It must be some. thing.” And when I did not answer she went rambling on about women and the way they ery, sometimes be- cause they are happy, sometimes be cause they are unhappy and some- times for no reason at all—just a |sort of emotional outlet which has A very soothing effect. “But you'll find the Lila Ames you'll know from now on a very different woman, Helga, And as for John—" she “started. } “Do icnow," she said -at length, “that yesterday Phit made | me feel actually sorry for John? He) made me understand, too, that I not Mrs. Ames’ voice was is the A WOMAN TELLS. By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER L—MRS. AMES SEES NEED FOR REFORM only have robbed John, but robbed myself. I have been the who has been stealing my own “And truly—I wasn't happy tering my time away. Many a I lay awake and wondered was all going to end. John didn’t seem to get the right start, T think It must have been because married him without knowing {t could mean. I regarded my ringe as the solving of my ‘problem. TIT didn’t plan to be a art, a very important part, of the of his living, “I think I had been myself as bigger than the plan, it stead of believing the plan of if bigger than myself, and ki that I could find my greatest He ness only as I found my sphere of true duty. £ “Philip started tt—and since, he alone in my room, I have been th ing {t all out and found that I been playing a very small game." — “I'm glad you found out s0 soon,” T said. " “I'm not sure yet of just how much I really love John—that isn’ a nice confession for a wife to make,” she added, “but T need to be honest. And I have promised my+ ~ self this—that I shall make the best of my opportunity.” (To Be Continued) Men's and Boys’ Clothing | HATS, SHOES, FURNISHINGS One Price—Cash or Credit see ywith these, Conaine A ‘y wit! is ihe Weal witha make YOU lappy, too, G tell i 16 packenes oni Gockel. ch itp aaee: Rd Rent Postpaid. a order Hoa eo" not weatern 8 1669 New pel