The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 3, 1921, Page 11

TONDAY, BER 8, 1921. “PAPER ROSES” By RUBY M. AYRES eeaveccece e+ All Rights Reserved (Continued From Saturday) J eonactous! orie shrugged his shoulders. He of bar fin, 4 off bis wine with apparent) “We will go and gee the pictures, ness, Dut Hailsham, who sat be. | I'll suggest (taking you, They're Be him, noticed how his hand / rather boring, but—" Bhe laughed softly mg “We needn't look at them,” He jumped to Dis feet quddenly. | whispered olding — wineglass Yo the FUby: /""le Rorie bad anticipated any dif 4 aero ficulty In getting Lillian to herself p the future Mra. Briton. | was agreeably disappointed. Mrs © was a born diplomat: she enki } ‘od the whole thing with oapable, junfaitering skill, Almost before he could realise it Roderick found him self alone in the dark ploturegallery Lillian. Ho switched on the electric Nghts, and let the baize door fall to noise leasly behind him. “is rather a bad day }them,” he began nervously you stand bere Lillian Interrupted. “Silly Roy! 1 don't want to eee the stupid plotures--not now, at least! Rerle aren't you glad to see met" There was an appeal in the words. Young Briton felt the blood racing to his face. He stammered out that it | was 80 soon—that poor old Querne, jand all that, you know!l—and all the jtime he was marveling because he king into an uproarious story | aig not rush to take advantage of ham was expounding, “did any | nor obvious overture, and snatch you chaps go to Bartlett Querne’s | yo: to his heart, i She was ailent then she said: “I have something to | Rorte.” “Yea.” He looked at her digpassionately, as one might look at an exquisite doll, and it struck him all over again how beautiful she was—how perfect! who really didn't care much / ang yet, somehow, her beauty lett the poor fellow'd gone.” | him quite unmoved. bell was a frivolous sort of| she wae very simply gowned, tn » with & surprisingly tender | some clinging black material, and Passionately from her clasp. hidden—-and well hidden—be-| she wore a wide hat with a aweep-|_ “What is the matter with you? Kis smart clothes; his usual ing feather. Rorie noticed tht she| YU frighten me, Rorie. I thought ling face sobered for A Mo | had removed her gl and that her Yu would be so glad—so glad, It then he burst out, with pre-/iert hand Was bare of the magnifi.|¥8# I who insisted on coming out cent diamond ring the dead million-|Of the way to see you. I couldn't nned cheerful story to intro | aire had given her. dear it any longer when I heard you certainly. Go on with the; If she had calculated that Its dis.)D8d left London. Why don't you . fcard would please him, she wag mig. !0ok at me? Why don’t you kiss op finished im ® riot Of/taken. Young Briton expertenced a|™*? ‘There's nobody between us ter, and the four young men | sort of shiver of distaate. Only dead POW.” trooping out to the woods a few days, and already sh had| Ah, but there was—a little gtri in when « low-toned, warning) wiped him out of her life. a shabby cloak, and a dress trimmed sounded in the long drive,| ‘What is the matter, Rortet™ she| With paper roses, looking at them & magnificent car turned grace-| asked him, suddenly, “You seem,|W!th ayes of wistful love. Some ly in at the wide gates. somehow, like a stranger—you never thing like a sob burst from young ‘ hell, who had been standing| uscd to stand there and stare at me/Briton's throat. Lillian’s hand stole the steps, bolted back imto the! with nothing to say.” upward to his shoulder, She was Young Briton moved a step or two|¥@'y much tngearnest now. It away from her, and came back rest-) the truth that sh a never loved lennly. anyone but Roderick—shallow and “It's all so different trom what it/**ifish as that love might be, used to be,” he sald clumsily. “You! “Ob. Rorie, why don’t you look at) must give me a little time to get) me? Don’t you love me any more? used to things. Somehow, I never|Or—" She broke off, and went on | _|again after a moment with « ripple of laughter tn her voice: “Is it Decause you are still jealous? Be- caupge you still think I want your | Roney?” “Lilliant!" Hie volce was fierce THAT WAS A FINE DINNER You HAD \ FEEL PRETTY GooD- | WOULDN'T mind SEEING A GOOD SHOW RIGHT NOW TOA SRAT eecccceccenccs returned the pressure Rut young Briton made no answer he was thinking of Rosalie as she 4 looked at him the morning of Eheir wedding day, with the teara tn r eyes. | ‘The rain cleared off the next day ins were got out, and by midday was mourning in the leaf-cov burrows, | Rorte brought his friends home to luncheon, for which Blunt had @atered with especial care; but! gehow young Briton felt out of nd depressed. © events of the past fortnight pt passing In weary, monotonous ‘ jon thru his mind. It was an ever-revolving wheel that et not ceags, or let him rest “By the way,” he said suddenly, to see “But it ere was a poignant silence. It! ne Sp mang med & grewsome subject to tn-| duce In the midst of revelry } fl did,” said Banshell, presently luge affair. They must have! mt a fortune on the flowers; but! didn't seem to have a relative the world. All chaps like our. ten you, | . ‘Visitors, Rorte,” dly. “Who ” he sald, ag- the devil are across the hall quick- thru the”open door. know. Why" He , ataring, for thru the win- the car, as it stopped, he @ and her think: quietly. nm to hig Ih She flushed. “That was unkind,” she said quiy.|"0lding him in a grip of atesl—a eringly. srip from which he could never “yy, escape. st a Dh etl rw grtgeed The tears were running down her face now; even the most prejudiced onlooker could not have doubted the} On. 'D LUKE To Go VLU CALL RIGHT UP AND ORDER Some THE SEATTLE STAR DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Show 1 JUST SAID"! To 60° ne) FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS WAIT A MINUTE WERE NOT GOING TO A SHOW! I'VE GOT some OFFICE WORK TO 14 Do Tonnant! J YES, Two FOR TONIGHT, PLEASE SixTH ROW? THOMAS DUFF ~ THANK You! © LiKe They Agreed on 1 T CANT RANE MAT ONE T DONT EVERETT TRUE genuine depths of her emotion, "I'm rich, Rorte—rich! richer than you are, even. Bartlett has give me, Lillian: I didn't mean tt. After all, there was no reason why it for #| you should have atuck to me when! ry a a shilling.” He locked. at iaft me half his fortune sther with a little uncertain amile. “1|, Morte never knew wh don’t think 1 ever really blamed|@ring the next few » had gcat-| you.” he added. seemed to have fallen into a nort of came Sudden tears ruushed to her eyes. |StURed dream from which | he “Rorle, you are such a dear! 1 *¥oke to tind Lillian’s head base g behaved like « selfish, mean wretch,|S#alnst his shoulder, and Banshell embarrassed face grinning at them I know; but now it’s all changed, ten't 17 and we're golng to be ever |faund the door tho picture gal- “I'm awfully sorry, Briton, but so happy.” She waited tly for his answer, but young Briton Pa a felt somehow tongue-tied. Mrs. Fane says she must go: it's be ginning to rain, and she wants to get o1 He could not force hi | Rorie’s arm fell woodenly from what she obviously words would be a mockery, : iv ndnomne head unaws.|about Lillian's walet: he had po recollection of how it got there. He bent his handsome head and re- morsefully kissed the fin, Ming. te te a Sere cling: |" “We're just coming,” he said, me “P.don't deserve tt, Lillian—put|Chanically, He felt furious that some day—” The a | Banshell should have seen them— : bend wae 10r0/cusious with Lillian, furious with himself. The three of them went downstairs silently. Lillian was smiling and rosy. She! had got all she had ever wanted out | of life—wealth and Roderick Briton. | Mrs. Fane's eyes awept her daugh- ter's face anxioualy: the poor woman had had a fine exhibition of Lilitan’s | temper Guring the drive down from London, She dreaded lest something might have happened to make It| even more unpleasant on the return | Journey; but Lillian was smiling and) It was only Roderick wh: ¢ caught her breath as looked at him. There was a grim fold to his mouth; he looked like a man who hag been suddenly brought up and convicted for a crime he has believed long since forgotten. When the big car had driven away through the falling rain Rorte caught young Banshell's arm. 5 “Don't say anything to the other chaps, Nick.” Banshell glanced at hig friend with ® comical smile; then he suddenly sobered. “Fight oh? he sald laconically. ith. The scent of some flowers ‘Wore seemed to fill the air. H THE OYSTER BED CHAPTER XIX . Eustace Myerg/mat tn hin study. All at once Spike Starfish made a leap staring before him, across the pa- perstrewn table into the garden, Spike Starfish peered around this |The oysters were taking life easy,/ upon which evening Sanat were iy and that with each one of hia |as the fairymman once said, lying fast closing. A letter, stamped and pints, for, you know, each point there with their shells open and let-| addressed, lay at his elbow; the ink A an ‘eye on the end of it. Then ting the seawater wash over them, was hardly yet dry on his pad, sniffed, but dear knows where his as nice as anything. But suddenly| The doctor's usually cheery face was! I don't. Then he smack- they snapped their shells shut, one| was sad, as if the grayness of the bis Hips. jafter the other, until the oyster-bed dying autumn day had communicat- You'd never have Greamed that looked like a cobblestone pavement, |ed itgelf to him; he sighed once or pike had been broken into two |just a heap of round smooth bumps twice as he sat there with his head & month before, because he that never moved. jon bis hand, 48 perfect now, and as whole,| All at once Spike Starfish made a| Across the hall came the sounds of a new-laid egg. Only, of course, leap and landed right on top of one music, and a woman's thin, rather wasn’t wo round or ®o @miooth. |ot them, and Slick, or Sifm, or Blip-| high-pitched, voice singing. queer part of it was that right|pery, or whatever hig twin broth-| Hrenda had just. rustled indignant- hind him came another starfish, |er's name was, landed right on top ly out of the study, with a bang of ie twin, Tubby Terrapin ex-|of another oyster, and there they the door. #he had spoken to her ined. The queerest part of it all stayed husband twice, and received no an- that this twin had grown out of| “Didn't 1 tell you?’ demanded swer; finally she had told him he| that had broken off Spike.|Tub triumphantly. “Didn't I tell was the dullest man she had ever time Spike looked. he looked, | you?” |met. very time Spike sniffed, he| ‘“Humph,” said Nick. “I don't sea! “How people can call you amup iffed, and everything that Spike| anything. The oysters are shut and ing,” 1 don't know,” she added, as a he aid. | Spike can’t hurt them." | Parthian shot, and ehe went off in Cap'n Pennywinkle and the Twins| “Ob, can't he? Just watch! said high dudgeon to play the piano as a Ww everything from their hiding | Tubby shortly, so they watched deliberate protest because Myers had ce beside the oyster bed, where | (Yo Be Continued) said he wanted to be quiet. by Terrapin bad taken them.| (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) Mer husband iistened apathetically. Eve Page LEGENDS OF THE ORIGINAL MOUNTAINEERS ‘There lived two brothera ages ago, somewhere to the east of the Present town of En! 2 ‘The older brother Wag named Enumolaw, meaning thunder, and the younger was called Kapoonta, These brothers were great hunt ers and traveled far. Often they were gone for many moons at a time. They killed game and the meat was dried for future use and cached at different points to sup ply their wants when they were traveling about. For they were in search of @ Great Spirit to make them ‘“Toomanawys” men—sreat medicine men. In time Enumclaw got ponsessed of an unusual strength and could throw small stones from peak to peak and thene stones rebounding made a sharp crackling sound. When the older brother wanted to call the younger brother a atone thrown on the rocks was the signal for him to come. As he grew older Kapoonts took Jong trips away alone. At the head of the Cowlits river he took baths every day at dawn and at dusk and finally got possessed of ® great fire apirit. When the peoples crossing over the mountains would come near their home, Enumclaw would throw stones at the different ak peaks as signals of someone's ap proach. The nolse waé terrifying and fiery flames would show. The people would tell others that Enumclaw had caused great birds to fly at such marvelous speed that their wings would make great rumbling sounds, expecially dur. ing the storms; that Kapoonis having péssessed the fire spirit would cause the lightning. In friendly rivairy, the broth- ers, sitting on @ rock ridge to the south of Tahomah and facing the setting sun, agreed to test their great strength to see who waa the greater. Enumclaw, pointing to @ great white rock on a rocky ridge across a deep ravine, offered to throw stones to the left of the great white rock (he being left- handed) with such force as to cause the rock's ridge to tumble down. Kapoonis agreed to do Ikewlse, throwing to the right of the white rock. The conte, raged with such terrifying force that in a short time only a sharp rock atood high up in the air. This rock 1s known to the present generation as “Saw Tooth Rogk” and stands to the south or aouthwest of Longmire Springs. é ‘The Great Spirit, seeing that much dangerous playthings pos sessed by human beings would be too dangerous to tive safety of the people, caused Enumclaw to be thunder and Kapoonis to be the lightning, for always. —From Henry Cleade. 2 nner He hated classical music; he con- trasted it painfully with hig old stu- dont days, and the raoketing Boho mian concerts they had held tn his rooms, and he sighed again involun- tarily as he rose from his chair and took up the letter from the tabi. A clock somewhere in the hall struck five. The docter mechan ically took out his wateh and glanced at it. He had promised to be over at Bedmund by six, Tomorrow the great Iddier was coming down to} 4 operate on Rosalie Dean. He had been down some Gaya pre. viously for an examination, and had held out great hopes of an ultimate recovery. Rosalie bad watched his grave face with anxious eyer. “shall get well?” she aakéd him feverishly, and both men had been shocked at the storm of tears which had grected their hopeful reply. Myers was thinking of the Incident now, as he buttoned his coat pre- paratory to starting on his way, a | married Tom in the beginning when | 1 was engaged to him, but now that | hare | thing physical, whioh fairly gripped | jurea somehow. BY ALLMAN 4 TELLIN’ GWAM GET GOING: You | CAN’T GO, 1 BROUGHT Some WORK HOME FROM “TH OFFICE THEY'LL ONLY HOLD THOSE TICKETS UNTIL EIGHT OcLocK ! the Main Point! WERG! HERE! You Two ARE ALWAYS QUARRELING = WHY CAN'T Vou AGREE ONCE INA BY BLOSSER WE D0, POP s ALEK WANTS TW’ BIGEEST APPLE AN' So ? Wg WIS ACT BY GIVING OLD “TIGHTWAD’ » WILKY & CIGAR ! WATCH OLD WILKY Mow » He ‘NO UNTIL HE'S FINISHED W ROPE ! WE WAVE LEASED 30.000 ACREAGE OF OIL LAND 1% MEXICO AND OUP ENGINEERS REPORT THEY WAVE OLREADY TAPPED ONE WELL OM _ MOLD BULL ARENA AND PREDICT 410,000 BARREL A DAV OUTPUT! NOW HERE'S TW PROPOSITION MR WILKV — et > BS FLSWY STOCK SALESMAN “TRIED 1D UNTIE “THE KNOTS ON OLD STIGHTWAD' WILKY’'S PURSE —= By RUTH AGNES ABELING 1a by Beate star CHAPTER LI—JOHN AMES DISAPPEARS looking out| “And Helga,” her voice low, in love with her was merely ing his time. “It would be comforting to a women -who feel that their hi are faithless as Phil eeemed to were not really and——very little love. I was glad then that I had not ing their attention to, but simply me and held me trembling. ment NS wre. Same, “There is only one way for @ woman, Helga, and that is the/ square way,” Mrs. Ames continued. “Bhe can't cheat the world, or her friends, or her husband—the only person @ woman ever cheata is her eelf. And I've been doing that. “There are so many things that might be different now! I might have had something that would mean permanent happiness, instead of the void.” “It isn’t too late to have those things now,” I murmured, hardly daring to speak, because the thought of what I might miss and the void in my own life was too big. 1 had learned that we can only sympathize, understand and feel for others as we can apply their ex- periences to our own lives—and so I was constantly applying Lila Ames’ situation to myself and I could understand. “There ia this one thing that IT | don’t know what It was that held me am glad for, though,”. Mrs. Ames said suddenly. “I can truthfully say that I never really loved Phil. I to him for so long—but it wasn’t love. He knew that she hated the thought of returning health; that she longed desperately for the death that had #o steadily refused to take her to its chill arma, ‘A bell pinged sharply thru the house, The doctor frowned; he was in no mood for patients, He had taken a step towards the door to tell the servant he was engaged when the maid appeared, “Please, sir, can you spare & mo- ment to see Mr. Briton?" “Britén!" Myers echoed the name vaguely, then his face cleared, “Oh yes, certainly. Show him in." |. (Continued in Next Issue) cotica or harmful drugs, HEN A WOMAN TELLS