The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 5, 1921, Page 9

WEDNESDAY, OCTORER 5, 1921. Se eeecccccccsecceecese “PAPER By RUBY Seccceee (Continued From Preeeding Issue) Rorle went into the big house gione: he opened the door with his key, There seemed nobody about fe looked at himself surreptitiously fn the glass above the hall mantel ‘There was a rough graze on Nis Jeft cheek; It smarted a little as he wiped ft with his handkerchief. Bomeone spoke at his elbow “A letter for you, Mr, Rorte. It came an hour or more ago. ‘Wait far an answer,’ the boy said; but I tod him you was out, and he said a he'd call again. Have you burt yourself, Mr. Rorte?* Young Briton forced a laugh “No; grazed my face, that's all Ran into a tree in the dark." It @4 not sound a very plausible story Dut Blunt lowered his eyes discreet as he handed his young master he note on a tray. Rorte glanced at the writing; he had never seen it before. He broke open the envelope without much tn terest. Blunt, watching, saw a sudden stiffening of his tall figure, a tight ening of the casual grasp on the paper. e Rorie read each scribbled word carefully. “Dear Sir, “Now Miss Fane ts free, possibly you will find it worth while to se cure mf permanent silence. I am fn Bedmund for a couple of day and will call to see you by appoint. ment, If I receive no answer tn 48 hours, shall go direct\to the lady “L. B, SHERNTY." Young Briton flushed crimson; he crushed the insolent letter in his hand and tossed it into the fire. Blunt's smooth voice at his elbow broke the silence. “What shall I say, sir, if the mee genger calls again?” oung Briton swung round. “Tell him to go to the devil,” he swered, curtly. CHAPTER XXI For the first time, when Dr. Myers and young Briton had started on their way to Bedmund, it struck Bret what an unusual amount of ttention her husband was paying to called to her, and remained atlent, know. him. She found tt! over her dislike for was one of those jeate face of the girl lying ROSES” M. AYRES eet All Rights Reserved + two men had separated—the one to go to Mra, Fowler's, and Roderick to the tna. | Brenda could not have explained why she did not go boldly up to the cottage and knock: It would have been a natural proceeding Many times before she had been there with her husband; but this evening she stood at the gate irreso lutely, @ sort of unhappy indecision in her heart, As she stood outside the little garden, her hands resting on the low railing, she could see quite plainly into the small front room where Rosalie lay. It looked very cheery and inviting in comparison with the gray, damp evening outside. There was a rubscolored shade to the lamp, & big bow! of flowers on the table beside the bed, and the warm of the fire flickered about Mi, etraight figure and door masses of hatr. Dr. Myers sat beside her: his wife jcould see the shaggy silhouette of his head, and the profile of his kind face. Something in his attitude re- | minded hef of the night their baby | died—he had been so good—so com: forting to her. For @ moment tears bitnded her eyes, but she | brushed them away angrily | He was holding this girl's hand | now, as he had held hers then; he was bending toward her attentively. The heart of the woman outaide In the gray shadows contracted with | a Jealous pain, She was often angry and impatient with this man whom jahe had married; many times she had jecalled him dull, and compared him unfavorably with old Fergerson,! half-regretting the choice she had made between the two men; and yet, now—at the sight of him holding this girl's hand—all her old romantic | love for him seemed to rush back to her heart. Time is a great dis sembler; we may imagine that we| have got quite accustomed to the man or. woman we have married; we may tell ourselves that the radiant gilt is all off, leaving nothing but! commonplace gingerbread, and yet, | let another seemingly dare to step! lever so htly inte our place, and jina the years are gone, and we are back again in the days of romance, with our lover’s first kiss) | on our lips. Tt was a very real pang of euffer.| ing that convulsed Brenda as she) stood there in the chill autumn even- ing; but there was yet worse to bear, for as she watched, with all her lone | ly, Jealous heart tn her eyes, ehe saw | her husband bend and kiss the delt- in the | | firelight. A whole lifetime of pain seemed to | whirl past her as she stood there, | clinging to the low palings; ft was | ing of any moment. She was roused | | by the opening of the door and the) sound of her husband's voice. “We shall be here quite by half. past ten, Mrs, Fowler. You will re gathered her self-control: she shrank Dack Into the shadows es the doctor came down the path, and she heard the click of the gate which ict him } into the road. He did not glance tn her direction; .|he went straight across to the tnn, | but 1o ad. il over! She conaidered Rosalie most ; #t annoyed her that she In the house walked the fite iP. Bray evening. the looked lonely turned over was Intention fn the moment, but it! her seemed nothing to her. She 4 the village shortly after the he seemed to walk slowly, heavily, if he carried a burden on his broad shoulders, Brenda crept after him, keeping tn the shadows; she was shaking in every limb; ahe felt as if she could ave killed him, and yet—some fn- stinct forbade her to reveal herself. It seemed an eterpity until he came out again with young Briton. She could hear them laughing and | talking as they fastened their coats about their throats and walked off tn | the direction of home. She followed at a distance with faltering steps. A great weakness had come upon her all at once; sobs surged in her throat; she broke into & run now and then; the tears streamed down her fuce; she felt like) a lost child who knows tn which di- rection &s mother has gone, and yet cannot overtake her. She wanted to call to her husband —to scream his name thru the dark- ness—but no sound would come from her throat. The two pace at every step, increasing the distance between ther. It was raining fast now, and she had no umbrella, but she hardly felt the rain. The wet mud from the ADVENTURES = SINE, TWIN Spike had a big mou The fat worm kept wiggling right ver Spike Starfish's head. Spike as so busy eating hip oyster that he didn’t see the worm at first. But uddenly one of his eyes on the end pf one of his points happened to look p and instantly he let go of his din. er. He was getting pretty tired of oysters, anyway, and the worm was special kind that he liked. “Qh, hot" he chuckled loud enough for the Twins and Cap'n Penny- je and Tub Terrapin to hear. were all hiding in the sea-weed 4 “Oh, ho, Mr. Worm! This ts ny lucky day!’ Spike waited for a minute and when Mr. Worm was about two away, he lifted himself on his ind legs, no to speak, and made a ‘ab with his mouth. His mouth, jou know, was right underneath here he kept his tummy. Spike had _big mouth and took in Mr. Worm ong large bite, PIES They th and took Mr. Worm in at one bite. “Ouch!” Spike was soon kicking for dear! life. “Quit biting me, Mr, Worm, and I'll spit you out,” he cried. “I—I've & most convenient stomach, and 1 ean turn it wrong-side out if 1 with, I'll let you go if you'll only quit biting,” But Spike didn’t know that Mr. Worm had no sayso in the matter whatever; that Mr. Worm was on a hook, and that it was the hook which was so uncomfortable, Suddenly the line to which Mr. ‘Worm and the hook were attached, | and to which Mr, Starfish was now attached, was pulled up slowly to- ward the top of the water, Down thru the waves came Mr. Fisherman's voice. “Ah, haf’ said he, “I've got a bite, and it feels ex-| actly like a 10-pound haddock.” (To Continued) Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) |feeling of helplessness, should ge go to Bedmund at this |* DOINGS OF THE DUFFS DORIS, DO You NEED THIS TABLE ANY MY-MY~ How SWEET AND CLEAN You Look road splashed her ankles and short | skirt, but she kept on, straining to| overtake the two rhead of her, | Once she fancied she saw someone in the hedge; she started back with a half-stified scream, but everything was still again, and she hurried on with renewed determination. At the bend in the road known as Gaffer’s corner there was # short cut across the fields, which she knew would bring her abreast of the two men, She knew that tt would be more wet and rauddy than the road, | but in her state of mind 414 not stop to consider such a detail: she) dragged herself up the sloping bank | and thra a broken gap.in the hedge. Her wet skirts flapped tncomfortably | about her ankles; the impeding! branches scratched her face, but she! did not care—she stumbled on, cry: | ing pitifully. | She was abreast of the two men) when the revolver flash aplit the darkness from the opposite side of | Her husband's name trem bled on her lips when the sharp re | port broke the silence, The field! Jevel waa far above the road, and/ the bullet which just missed Rod-/ erick Briton struck Brenda Myers| full tn the breast. A clock in the hall struck nine as Dr. Myers let himself into hia house. Both the drawing room and dining in darkness; he went up- stairs to his wife's bedroom. There,| too, the light was lowered; a patr of | her high-heeled slippers ley careless. | ly on rug by the dressing table where’he had kicked them hurriedly off. He frowned a Iittle, and went | out again, softly closing the door. A! maid met him on the stairs. “Where's your mistress?” “Bhe went out, sir, some time ago; Just after you aia.” “ohm Myers went down to his study) and turned on the gas. He felt rest less and unhappy; he wanted his wife. He knew he would never be| happy now until he had told her of | the gray-eyed ghost that had stolen out of the past after so many years sea forced her humble claim upon Many a man, when he marries, builds a fence so high and strong around his crop of wild oats that he fondly imagines nobody can ever see over. He forgets that weeds grow underground, until he sees them peeping up at him from a spot he has imagined untainted. And Myers loved his wife. To him there was but one way out of the tangle he had woven for his own feet years ago, and that was by tell- ing her the truth. He wandered about his study rest. leasly, listening for her step in the hall, her shrill volce—but the time passed and she did not come, With something of a shock he realized that it was 10:20. As he was hesitating what to do, @ maid tapped his door. “Please, sir, the mistress hasn’t come tn.” “I know; I'll go and meet her.” He tried to speak carelessly, but his hands shook as he hurried into his cont, When he got outside he did not know which way to go. Most of the houses were in darkness; the red lamp at bis own gate stared like a watchful eve thru the gloom; It was raining fast; there wag not a star in the sky. He walked slowly down the road. Which way should he go? He re. merobered that Brenda had been an- ery with him when they last parted. Surely she could not have done any- thing foolish? He laughed at the idea. They had had tiffs before, many times, but she had soon for. gotten them, and been only too will- ing to kiss and make friends, He would meet her in a moment; she would come running along with a laughing explanation. But he reached the end of the village, and there was etill no sign of her. Myers ran the distance back home, He was really afraid now; afraid— he did not know of what! Two of the maids stood at the open door; they looked confused when they saw Myers. He questioned them sharply. “Where has your mistress gone?” ‘The younger girl answered hesitat- ingly. She said she had been over to Bedmund with her young Wan, who was under groom up at Mr. Brit on’s, and that they had passed Mrs, Myers on the road. “What! Going to Bedmund? Non. nense!”” “It was Mrs. Myers, sir. She was walking very fast, and tt wa» rain. ing.” The doctor stared at her with a “But why time of night?” The girl looked scared. “1 don't know, sir, She waiwn't very far behind you ond Mr. Briton, sir,” abe added, nervously, “We THE SEATTLE STAR DORIS,GET THAT CHAIR OUT OF THE Ler Twe BED DOW WELL, BUT YoU MUST’ PROMISE MOTHER THAT You WILL NOT BE EVERETT TRUE BY CONDO THAT'S Gbop} ro wice AL30 DOWEFIT AY Nerves You WON'T ®@ AXE To TALK MUCH FOR A COveLE OF TAYS AFYSCR WHO Staverree | WGU, l've MADE ARRANGEMENTS with THe DOCTOR To Have MY MTONSILS REMOVED = = ENOVGH TO LAST You 3} Never Sew Meu Tee To of THeee Davrsii r ‘ar. A PIONEER DOG STORY (Chapter 2) Page “Pwo Gays before the g00d- bye party, a thing happened which showed how much Frank was going to help out on the trip. “One whole big wagon had been filled with sacks of flour and Mr. Himes said: “ ‘Guard ft, Frank.’ “And went away, leaving ft in charge of the dog. “Pretty soon, whfle nobody wns looking, up sneaked the town thief and quietly lifted out a sack of the four, “‘Grenors,y growled Frank, and, like @ furry brown whirl wind, he pounced on the thief, “Whack! came a blow on poor Frank's head, but he syed the flour, for the thief took to his heels. “Then, of course, everybody petted Frank and George loved him all the more; he knew all the time, you see, about how good Frank was, byt was glad as glad to have the others find out. “The signal for starting was given and, slowly the train moved off, off from home and friends and everything they had ever known, to the strange land of sav- age and forests in the far, far West. “In front on horseback, rode the leaders, then followed two wagons “ak 486 ' Grawn by four horses each and two wagons drawn by 10 oxen each; inside the wagons were the reat of the people in the party, 16 in alL and, trotting along, now here, now there, ready for any- thing, the splendid dog. “At the first stop, when they had traveled only six miles, some @runken men came meddling about one of the wagons, “‘Grrrerrt,’ growled Frank again, and was at them tooth and fang. “Get down, you beast? they yelled at him, but Frank's head wi lear; he wasn't drunk. Snap! went his strong teeth, and, with heavy blows and loud, angry words, and threats to ‘shoot that dog when it got dart,’ the men were off. “*You won't let ‘em shoot Frank, will you, father?’ George begged. ‘You won't let ‘em.’ “'We will all see to that, George,’ promised one of the men. ‘ORjy six miles on our way and twice already it is Frank who has saved the day. I should say he is about the most important mem- ber of this party. “George sat on the ground with his arms across the shaggy neck of the collie, looking into the campfire and wondering what the coming months would be like.” (To Be Continued) bali he eeeeenrenesrsnssanensmnaeee= passed you first, sir, just by the church.” “Oh.” ‘The doctor tried to keep the concern from his voice, “Well, pos- aibly she's waiting for the rain to stop,” he added, he turned and went down the road again, this time in the direction of Four Winds. Hiunt stared when, in answer to an imperative boll-pull, he opened the door to the doctor. “Mr, Rorte in?” Myers stepped in without an invi- tation. In the light of the warm, luxurious hall, his face looked drawn and tired. Blunt departed hastily, to return in a moment with Roderick himself. Rorte was smoking a big cigar. His face was @ little flushed; he held some cards In his hand, “Hullo, olf man! Changed your mind? Good biz; come in.” “No. I can't, The fact te—wil “You, wir.” ‘ i “L yant to sce him = “FTP you drive me over to Bedround tn your car? I'm awfully sorry to trou- i cathe als It All Happened in One Room DORIS, PUSH THAT Tov BUT TOM AND GET THE CHIFFONIER OUT~ | WANT To GET A CLEAN COLLAR - Now YouR CONSCIENCE” ae eee WILL ‘TELL You, | THE OLD HOME TOWN PRIZES OFFERED — There was little said during the ride to Tom's office. Mrs. Ames, Grace and myself were all tense with excitement. Besides the problem of Mr, Ames’ disappearance, each of us had our own trouble to mull over, I was bitter and it seemed that my feeling was becoming more intense with every turn of the car wheels. I was sure that Tom had not been playing a square game. Where just a few hours before I had been so anxious to see him, now I felt that I could not face him. I didn’t want to see him, though I could not deny the feeling by which I knew that I was his, irrevocably, so far as my affections were con- cerned, The car was stopping. Lila scram- bled out. I sat still. “Let me wait here, while you go ble you, Briton, but my wife's over there,” He tried to speak naturally, to dis- arm the stolo Blunt, who showed strong signs of lingering to listen; but Blunt was too old a bird to be put off the scent by a few crumbs. Before Rorie had time to answer he had departed to cuff the ears of the undergtoom, and order the car round, He knew well enough that only something imperative would bring Dr. Myers up to Four Winds at 11 o'clock at night. Myers tried to explain more fully when he and Rorte were alone, “Fact ts, I'm a bit anxious, She's never out alone so lat this; and it's a.brute of a night. Your car's faster than the cob; hope you don't mind,” Rorte flung bis cigar irewards, “Of course not. We can do it in less than 15 minutes, The road'll be clear.” “Call at my house first—she may have come home,” said Myers, as they started away thru the darkness: but somehow he knew she would not be there, “Drive slowly—we may meet her,” he said again, But the village was deserted; even the solitary, sleepy policeman had taken cover somewhere; they turned into the country road, where the hedges and trees seemed to rush towards them in the glare of the great acetylene lamps, (Contutued in Next Issuq_ 2 fo habia THE COUNTY FAIR 1S IN FULL SWING A RECORD CROWD IS EXPECTED — 2500.00 In GRAND WHEN A WOMAN TELLS — By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Beattie Star) CHAPTER LIII—THREE WOMEN VISIT TOM BRADFORD “Miss Sorensen!’ ‘voice. 1 looked back and he tn the door of his private office, ing. (To Be Continued) home eome of Advertisement, up,” I said. Lila accepted ft and hurried to ward the building. “Will you never be anything but @ very foolish girl who continually throws away everything she»should hold dear?" Grace said firmly. For the first time I caught of impatience in her voice. “This is no time for playing— there isn't anything quite as cheap as pretense and pettiness in dealing with the big things of life. This, Miss Sorensen, is as big a moment as you will ever have. The earnestness of Grace Cam- eron’s voice held me. It compelled me. T followed her out of the car and into the elevator, o Mrs. Ames had gone on ahead. She was waiting in the ante room of Tom Bradford's office when Grace and I reached it? “He's busy,” she sald as we en- tered. After what seemed Ifke an hour, the door of Tom's private office opened and a remarkably good-look- — ing woman came out. His secretary then told Mra, Ames that he would see her, Another five minutes and Mra. Ames reappeared. Tom was stand- tng behind her, I looked up. But Tom was not looking at me, His gaze was directed towami Grace Cameron, “May I see you just a moment?” he asked. Grace disappeared behind the door marked private. I was stunned, I hadn't expected | health is undermined with pains Tom to ignore me, “Oh, Helga, just suppose some- thing has happened to him!’ Mrs. Ames was half sobbing, ‘Couldn't Mr. Bradford yte you anything that would help?” T asked. “No-he doesn’t know any miore about ft that yow or I do,” petu- lantly. “We simply will find Atm—and I'm quite sure nothing has happened to him.” I took her hand and tried to feel the aksurmnce I put in| my words, “That it should happen just now pr, she was talking half to her. selt, The door of ‘Tom's office opened again. Grace appeared.. She It was T fi Mother, bring Boldt’s Milk Bread! Private dancing lessons all day at Bright's, 1604 4th, cor. Pine—(Ad.) GOOD LOOK IN WOMEN Nature undoubtedly made shade of putting something on the face, of putting the blood and the i radiant. For a second I hated her happy smile, Mrs, Ames and 1 rose and the three ‘of ua started from the room, Nw