The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 4, 1921, Page 13

TUESDAY, OCTOBER 4, 1921. “PAPER By RUBY M. AYRES . eeeeeeseeeceocooos: All Rights (Continued From Preceding Issue) Rorte came into the room rather nervously, He had never called on De. Myers before, He really had no reason for doing #0 now, except that | he had got sick of playing poker with his friends, and had made some | abstract appointment his excuse for leaving them for an hour or so. He bad passed Myers’ house, and en tered on the spur of the moment, “Well, eo you're home again,” said the doctor breeally. He had ban tshed the clouds from his face, and) stood back to the fire, his genial, | beaming self once more, Across the Mt the shrill stnging and thrum ming plano had stopped. Rorle fide- e@ted; he looked boyishly apologetic “Yes. You said I might look you up.” he explained awkwardly, “so hore I am.” The doctor nodded; he eeemed to 4. “Pleased to vee you. Unfortunate. an appointment over at Hed mund at 6 o'clock, I'm watking— T've had enough of the broughsm for today. Don't suppose you'd care to come slong with me part of the way?" “I should,” answered Rorte, eager. it, 5 “It's not raining, is ic? he asked. “No.” * “Well, we'll make a start then. | Brenda! He called his wife's name thru the silent ho answer, and, with a shrug of @ followed Rorie Sut walked quickly down the gray shadows. It . Warm evening, rather taking my advice, yet, I suppose?’ “Your advice?” nd a wife with {t. _ “Oh,” said Rorie, rather grimly: after a moment, “No.” &@ sort of constraint tn Suddenly he burst out rotten world, ten’t it RuF it : i ; i : yg? He 7 5 He Rg bad fall—and plsl I'm rather 4 “| much at home tn the parlor of the into the street. |, but she) ! Peeeecccccccccvccesecees ROSES” ; Reserved seeeeeceeccccves rather wistfully, Rosalie had only been 18, The lights of Bedmund were twinkling thru the shadows now. The clock tn the church spire chimed the half-hour. {We've come quickly,” ealad hryers “I'm afraid you'll have to wait about tor me I can’t take you in very Well; it's only @ small house.” “The people must have money, tho, to pay @ specialist,” said Korie, | abwently. “No; Iddigr’s foregoing part of his fee. They've no money at ali, I be Neve, tho the girl's guardian gave me to understand that he would will: ingly pay anything to have her cured; but I distrust the man. He's got Do mgney.” A sudden idea Mashed thru Rorte's " he sald eagerly, “let me got tons of beastly money, quite true what old Ferger | son says, that I've never done any good with tt.” | Myers hesitated; he felt rather as if he had been eaking for charity. “Well.” he said, reluctantly, “it would certainly be a kindness, The poor child seems a friendless little creature; she’s only being nursed here, you know, ‘This ts the house.” Rorle glanced at the smal! cottage The bitnd of the room where Rosalie lay was undrawn; he could eee tha slow of the fire, and the outline of & figure on the bed tn front of tt. **In that the girl?” he asked. | “Yea. Poor child, she dreads the operation “Rotten,” ania Rorte, with a sym-! pathetic shiver. He had once been operated on for a very mild attack of appendicitis, in a swell nursing home, with every luxury and com. fort around him, but he could still! remember his own apprehension, | and be felt quite sympathetic with| this friendless giri. Myers unlatched the gate “Wil you wait for me! “Yes. I'l go over to the inn.” He spoke over bis shoulder, turn- ing away, and as he did so the door of the little house opened, and Mrs. / Fowler stood there, with the yellow lamplight at her back. “Is that you, docter?™ “Yea. Dr. Myers called after “I sbhan'’t be more than 15 minu Rorie was half-way acrose the cheerfly; | then stopped. Rosalie was etruggiing | to ralse herself in bed: she hi never made the attempt before. A Scarlet flush burned in was it? Who was it? The spoke? The man with yout Her voice shook, her breath small inn opposite Mrs. P¥wler’a, when, some half an hour later, Dr. Myers went tn searcy of him. Myers came tn slowly, and let the 4oor drop back to its place behind him. “Ready?” he asked. He looked rather pale, and there was a sort of strained expression in his eyes Young Briton was quick to notice it; he rose to hig feet immediately. ‘Litdle girl not worse, 1 hope?” he asked. “Oh, no.” / Rorte paid for thie two drinks he had consumed, bade the landtady good evening, and followed Myers “Awtul garrulous o/4 girl.” he naid, with a chuckle. “Told me all her .* He wuddenly real feed that Myers was not listening. “Anything up?” he asked. “No.” The doctor roused himself é Sse Be bags Hong mug. odd thing, Briton, Bd) ut, you “Look out! Don’t touch it! It’s dangerous.” By'n'by Spike Starfish got his ster open just a little, and pretty oon the other starfish had his oyster pen, too, Everybody could see what happening and everybody was ‘wurprised, for the oysters had been shut up as tight as sardine cans. “Gilliesf’ declared Cap’n Penny- winkle. “They don't know when they are safe. What did they open up for?” “They're tuckered out,” explained Tub Terrapin. “When Spike Starfian gets his arms around an oyster and keeps pulling, that's ell there is to it. He gets it open every time.” “Oh, look!’ cried Nancy, pointing. But everybody could see without ing told. Spike Starfish was pro- to eat his oyster with great relish and care. Slowly but surely the poor thing was disappearing from view, “The ideaf enid Cap'n Penny- ery ideaf’ said Curly, the seahorse. “It's ovtrageoun!”" _ Everybody there said almost the me thing and held @ consultation Jabout what to do, The worst of it was, that as goon as Spike and his brother had finished their oysters, they proceeded to pull open some others, which disappeared in the |same manner. But something wis going to hap- pen. Right over their heads a big fat worm came dangling, a worm on something on the end of a line. Curly was just about to take a nip at it when Nick called, “Look jout! Don't touch it! It'@ danger- ous!” Tub Terrapin said “Pooh! It look- ed all right. He's @ notion to try Mt himself.” “Well,” said Nick, “you may know something about the sea, Mr. Ter- rapin, but I've lived several years on land. Let's wait and see what) happens.” Pretty soon the worm wiggled \Away from the sea-weod grove and er to the oyster bed where Spike Starfish was fensting. There it hung, right over Spike's head, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star THE SEATT ¥ DOINGS OF THE DUFFS SOME PooR GOOF SENT THIS OG BOX OF FLOWERS _T) Qivial CAN You BEAT TP FRECKLES On, Orval YOUR FLOWERS JUST ARR WED! Maat AND HIS FRIENDS SURE YA CAN © JES” CHASE [T AROUND AWHILE AN' T BETCHA IT ao know, she thought she recognized your voice outside. She was quite excited when I went tn, and demand. ed to know who was with me.” “Who? Oh, you mean the lttle stiri?” “Yes. I don’t know who she thought you were, I told Mer your name, and she seemed quite over. | ith disappointment.” “How stran Rorte now who was only halfiistening. He was thinking of & letter he ha: ved the previous | day from Lillian Fane, and remem. | bered Itily that he,had not an-| swered it. It was the sort of letter) to which he would have once an- whole volumes, but now it some unseen gbstacle had e flow of his eloquence. iad written in the old atrain; ay rently she had found no) difficulty at all in taking up the thread of ir attachment where she herself had broken it off. Rorte He would have given @ great deal to have been able to answer her let- which he wag returning. “Yes—almost wish I'd brought the brougham after all. Hello! what! was that?’ Myers swung sharply round on hig hbel. Rorte stopped, surprised “What?” b ked, “I thought | saw something move) in the hedge; daresay it was only | imagination, tho. A horse ig the field, perhaps.” They walked on more quickly, “It's an odd thing, you know,” said Myers, suddenly, “how a man's wild oats crop up again in his life— eh?" Rorte laughed rather mirthlessly. “I suppose so. I haven't had much experience yet.” “Things almost forgotten—things that happened years ago, I mean,” the doctor went on, ruminatingly. “They say t ‘the evil a man does lives after him’; it ery true.” Rorie did not like to ask the ob- vious question: he turned up the) dollar’ of his greatcoat, shivering a little, Myers relapsed into eflence; he) was thinking of the gray-eyed ghost | of his youth that had Maunted him’ so persistently during the last féw| weeks; he knew now What had sum. | moned her spirit out of the almost) forgotten past. Rorle broke the silence trrelevant- ly. “Do you care for rabbit shooting? We've had some fine sport lately; come and join us some day.” “I should like to, but my time's not my own, unfortunately, I'm very buy now, too, You see— Good God!" He broke off with a shout, as a sudden flash of light shattered the darkness, followed by | a pistol shot, and something that whizzed past, just grazing Rorie’s cheek. For a moment the two men were too zed to move, then Dr. Myers made a dash towards the dark hedge, as something brushed by close to them, and started running down the road, A man, or a woman—which? His straining eyes could not see, but Rorte knew. He knew, before he caught Myers’ arm to prevent him following and giving chase, that the doubled form racing away {nto the darkness was Bunch, the hunchback “Let him go; you can’t catch him. Don't be a fool; I tell you I won't let you follow him.” Rorte’s voice was angrily agitated; he gripped the foctor's arin with fingers of steel, “Let him go; he won't Interfere with us again.” Myers struggled furiously for a| moment; he amazed and tndig: | nant. “Good God! the man chot at us! Let me go. Are you out of your ming, Briton?" But Rorte held on grimly; held on till those flying éteps had died away into silence—tiil pursuit would have been out of the question—then he relaxéd his hold and stood back, Myére wap thunderstruck and fu- us. He tried to #ee Rorle’s fac thru the darkness; he asked a string of stammering questions, “What the devil are you thinking bout? The brute shot at us! Do u know who he is? The police must be told, I'm going back to the village at once,” “No, you're not.” Rorle'’s yolce' must seem to Myers, he tried to] for my own protection, at least, He] Winds, WHAT DO You THIN Yo'RS GONG A PIONEER From a beadtifully written anecdot® done by Mr. Himes, mother dear got this true story of @ faithful pet on the Pioneer trail, “Long ago, in the year 1853, a little 10-year-old boy found a beautiful dog, “The boy's home was In Illinois, and, being a normal boy, when the cold, snowy winter days came, he wanted a dog. “So when he found Frank, big splendid Bcotch collie that he ‘was, George Jook hint home, “Look at him, father,’ he pleaded, ‘can't I have him to keep? Look at his head, Bee witht good eyes he has, He'd make a good watch dog, too, father; I'm gure he would. May I have him? May I? “And looking Into the soft eyes of the dog, George's father thought he could read the tog's faithful heart, so he let George have him for his very own, “We shall want just such a dog.’ he said to himself, ‘for the long journey across the plains.’ “Now that trip across the plains was a terrible undertaking, for there was no good road to followgand there were althost no towns along the way; and there were savage Indians who rode wild horses and@ shot polsoned ar. rows. There were snakes and wild beasts, tumbling rivers to cross neces # tH LE STAR Olivia Onalifies OLIVIA IS GETTING DRESSEO [—=— | THOUGHT ‘THAT GHOWER OF Posies AT me - K df Mrinosth DOG STORY and almost at the end, the rugged mow-capped mountains to climb. “But no matter how much his friends told him all these things, no matter at all that he knew they were all true as could be, he had made up his mind to go to Oregon and nothing could stop him, “By the time everything was ready for the start, Frank was a Tgeular member of the family and everybody loved him, from George to the oldest man in his father's employ. “So one day when the big wagons were all packed with flour and bacon and tea and things; the little bit of furniture they wore going to take, and feather beds and pillows and blankets and all the clothes for the family, about'a hundred friends came to tell them goodbye. : “There was a great deal of ory- ing, and the women clung to each other and said, ‘God keep you, dear, Be etrong,’ and the men cleared their throats hard and shook hands as if they would never stop, because, you see, al- most no one believed George's family could live to go to a coun- try so wild and,so far away as Oregon.” (To Be Continued) Se mmermene4 was calm and determined, but he was as white ag death, and the sweat stood on bis forehead. He had remembered Sherney's words—that Bunch was to be more dreaded than he himself; that but for Sherney’s interference he would have taken Rorie’s life the night Rosalie died; and, in spite of himself, he felt the touch of something ap- proaching fear. He knew how amazing his action | explain, s “I know who the fellow was! h imagines he's got a grudge against me.” Let ‘him go; he's but a bit soft y-he won't attempt it again.” “Apparently he is not the only one who is a bit soft,” said Myers, with some show of temper, He really thought Roderick” was out of his mind, “The man tried to murder one of us} you say {t was youl Well, that may be, but IT shall take steps Yes, | THINK [T'S SHORT ENOUGH NOW, OLIVIA: AUNT SARAH PEABODY LEADER 6 THE ANT-PIPE SMOKING Socis CAUGHT TWO YOUNG MEN SMOKING CORN SILK TODAY. Forgetting Mrs. Ames, forgetting “Grace, I rushed toward John Ames’ Surely enough, the bed had not been ococupled. It was evident that |he had not slept at home the night before and he had sent no word. Lila came in. She leaned against the bed and began to cry softly. I was’ reminded of that other night, when John Ames sorrowed while I —foeling like a thief—watched him, and then gazed out into the night with him. “Perhaps,” I suggested, “you had better try to get his office.” “Won't you, please?” Lila's voice ‘was unsteady, She followed me downstairs and listened while I talked to her hus- band's secretary and learned that Mr. Ames had not been there that day and had left no word. “He isn't there,” she moaned, as I turned from the phone. I was beginning to feel the big- ness of the world and the helpless- ness of two women alone in it. I didn't know what to do. Phil was the only man whom I knew we could get in touch with—and {t would not do to renew things with him, Tom, 1 had no hope of locating; enantio didn’t hit you, did he?” Grazed my face, that's all, It's nothing, and you will be doing me a tremendous favor if you don’t report it, doctor. I know my own business best.” Myers grunted. He folt keenly suspicious, tho he would have found it difficult to say why. He resisted stoutly when Rorle tried to draw him on. “We should be a pair of lunatics to let the fellow go. Who ts he, any- way? What's his grudge against you? Damn it all, man, can't you see that the danger is real?” “I know, but" “Well, I'm going to report it to the police, It's not a dit of good you arguing with me. I stippose we're nearer home now than we are to Bedmund, so may as well go on. If you lke being shot at, I'm damned sif I do,’ He strode on angrily, a few paces ahead of Ro- rie. Rorfe was in an egony of inde- cision, He knew that he had walked ‘into a trap by coming back to Four and now he could no longer GIRLS HOME PAGE 13 BY ALLMAN USED TO STAY BECAUSE THEY HAD NOTHING TO WEAR- NOW LOOK AT "Em? T WANTA SEE IF fT WILL LAY (Copyright 1921 by Beattie Star) he had so effectually barricaded him- self. “Have you found out anything?” It was Grace who had followed us. “No,” I answered. “There is one person you can de- pend upon to help,” she sald, look- ing at me in such a way that I could not fafl to get her meaning. “Grace—" I felt as if I was chok- ing and grasped her hands as came to me; “I can'’t—I can't find himr* “Have you tried?” os.” Grace smiled and then said easfly, “T'll get him for you.” She stepped to the telephone and called Tom's office. In a moment she was talking with him. “We want to see you—tt’s tm- portant,” I heard her say, and then, “We could come right now.” “He said to come right to his of- fice,” Grace sald, hanging up. Lila started up nervously, “Who—who were you talking to? Tom Bradford?" she demanded. “Yes,” said Grace. “Let's hurry—call the carf Lila was already rushing out of the room. I stood still. I couldn't move I even rely on old Fergerson for ad- vice, If he told all he knew about Bunch the whole wretched story must inevitably come out, and then He shrank from the scandal of exposure. “Look here, doctor,” he eald sud- denly, “be @ pal; you were saying} § t @ man’s wild oats habit of cropping up least expected. Well, few myself; let it reat at that, there's a good old chap.” Myers laughed in spite of his chagrin, “You, with wild oats! A boy like you? Well, well, I suppose none of after all, or too @ fool's game, you knidw; and don't say I didn’t warn you {f one night that devil shoots straight.” They parted outside Four Winds, Myers refusing to go in and ha’ drink, He sald he wanted to get back to his .wife, which was the truth; his kind heart already re- gretted the little tiff of the early evening. (Continued in Next Issue) | “ By RUTH AGNES ABELING with the man I had found love with, while he tfect evaded me in spite Of all of forts. . “aren't you going?” Grace speaking. 1 didn't answer. 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