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TURSDAY, OCTOBER 6, 1921. “PAPER ROSES” By RUBY “M, AYRES e . e can 3 Rights Reserved seeeeeesevooscce aued From Preceding Issue) yhich way now?” Rorle asked, Por, Myers and he neared Bed-| Young Briton reeled, catching at 4. Myere tried to anawer, but/a chair-back for support, Even 4 find no Words, Rorle looked) Ranshell’s cheerful face had paled. Ad at him, “Which wa he} Roderick tried to speak, but his 4 again, thinking he had not) white Itps could frame no words. He 4, The answer came with a sort | felt numbed with horror. ffor's tidness | Corner! that was the spot he and don’t know | Myers had been passing when the re she is." | hunchback fired at them; the bullet lorie stopped the car; he looked) that was intended for him must have edulous. | struck Brenda, it say, what's up? What the devil) «He felt sick and weak, Was it Where ts Mra. My-| never going to end, this trail of ven. |geance and horror which he himself Goctor explained as best he| had started in a moment of selfish 4. Fear gripped him now! he was! ness? that something had happened.| Across the room Rorle met the Mi the years of his married life) gaze of Blunt's henest eyes, nar a had never done such a thing | rowed now, and full of meaning: and his. | the secret might not really be a se. je tried to cheer him; he} cret. t it was all a storm tn a tea He broke out Into angry. apesch: He laughed. “What the devil are you staring you she'll be home when/at me for, Blunt? Anyone would back.” think that you suspected me, or awung the car about. He drove/ thought that I knew—" k now at full speed. “I beg pardon, Mr. Rorie*—Biunt laughed and talked all the way | fushed—"l was just only thinking, Getermined cheerfulness, Hoe} sir, that if we was to find the hunch. almost succeeded in convincing | back, sir, we might find the mur that his fears were groundless) derer, if murder {t was, The un- e time they reached the house | dergroom was a-telling me just now that when he was overat Bedmund last night tn the Red Lion, Mr. Rorle, that the hunchback was there, too, | showing off a revolver as he'd got | hold of, Mr. Rorte.”* | “Seems to be a fice sporting sort of chap,” said Banshell, “But even then—damn it @ what grudge “Dead, sir—dead.” Thore was a tragic allence I don't know sprang out before the car ‘The door stood wide open: | hed up the steps. But only silence met hi silence, as earlier In the even when he had gone out with a of the door; silence which now | 4 never be broken any more by da‘s shrill voice was broad daylight when Rod Briton turned the car tnto the behind.Four Winds, and made ¥ dispiritedly up to the house and his friends had been out ‘ight searching unsuccessfully Brenda Myers: apparently she vanished completely ers Blunt looked at young Briton, and away again. “Maybe ‘twas an accident. [the shot was meant else, sir,” he sald, CHAPTER XXII | Im the days immediately following ‘ she's bolted,” sala young | her short visit to Four Winds, Lillian ell, emphatically, stifling a)| Fane lived for the post. Her mother ‘a3 he followed Rorte tnto the| told her impatiently that she was room, where Blunt was wailt.| like a lovesick girl, wandering from 10 serve steaming coffee. room to room, and unable to settle don't know what the deuce to to abything. * gaia Rorte, uncomfortably. titan rounded on her angrily. pardon, air,” Blunt spoke ‘Well, why doesn’t Rorie write to deferential Interest; “but that | me + aray-pee a that's been hang. | one time. again—do you think he/| all. “have had @ hand t& tt, sir? | She began to whimper; In some 414 mistrust him, sir.” ways Lillian waa very childish. paled a little, rememberta! couldn't bear disappointment in any that had so barely missed | form. tm the evening; but he an- Mrs. Fane frowned a lttle. She thought Roderick’s attitude was ex- ‘The | tremely easy to understand; her own Maybe expressionlessly I can’t understand him at Private opinion was that he had been | cured of his infatuation by Lillian herself; she could not forget how he) drawing room at Four Winds; and she shock her head now, recalling tt She and Lillian were staying at Chistiehurst in @ house which be- jonged to Mrs. Fane's sister: but the i But a wave of appre mn swept thru young Briton’s If Brenda had followed her nd to Bedmund, might not she, have encountered the hunch-)| found the country dull and boring. She had consented to go there for the sake of appearances. She knew it was the correct thing to do after Bartlett Querne’s death. Lillian cer- tainly could not be seen tn town for some months to come, “Fate ts against me at every turn,” said Lillian with a sob. “First I lose Rorie, then Bartlett dies, and now, just when I thought we were gol) to be so happy, Rorie behaves t more, then closed {t | like this. Anyone would think I'd Mt iy asa bell rang sharply | got ugly.” ‘the house, She glanced at her beautiful re two men looked at one an-| flection in a long glass, with tear. dimmed eyes. they've heard some} “Don't talk nonsense, Lillian,” said " gaia Banshell. He stopped| Mrs. Fane, with a touch of tm. * and turned expectantly to- patience. “You look better than the door. Rorie rose to his ever in black. Rorle is behavin, & maid-eervant entered. very well indeed, I think. What from the docter’s, sir.” would people say if he started run ning’ after you again so soon? He hae himself to think of as well as you. He's a man of position now, remember—ien't he a kind of squir¢, Or something?” she added vaguely, “A month ago he wouldn't have) troubled what people said, or bis coffee aside restieas less interested, was meal. the hunchback, Rortet™ he ge to @ traveling cir “I never knew anyone so masterful d is bitterly: as he was. I only wish I'd been) sir, they've found her-—the| engaged to bim when he first asked) Y “in the patcage by Gaf.| me” been shot, sir.”| Mrs. Fane pursed her lips; she did who echoed} not believe very strongly in Lillian’ ery. I think I'll put you and your brother into jail and keep there.” Vell, I'll be blowedr’ exclaimed , Nancy, “if he had hauled up a falry- Pennywinkle when Spike Star-| man on his line.” wallowed the worm on the fish. “Oh, that’ all n’s hook and got caught. Of| Pennywinkle. “ e he should have said that he'd back into the water as soon as he pllown” but where he wished to | sew my badge. lown to he didn’t mention.| Fairy Queen gave me protects me 0’ have thought that nice look-|from all harm, you know. If It right,” nodded worm was on a hook?” he went | hadn't been for that, the sharks and| “Lub Terrapin, if it hadn't been | the dog-fish and all the rest of them our young friend Nick, here,| would have had me at a bite long d have been on the end of that| ago.” and making a second course on| How long this conversation would body's dinner table by the day | have lasted I do not know, but Just, tomorrow.” |then there was a splash and down » bowed his thanks as well as|came Spike Starfish thru the urtle can. Then Curly, the sea-| water. spoke up. “Now that I think| “Well, well, well!’ sald Penny- I believe that 1, too, wished|winkle sternly. “So here you ¢ fisherman's bait, and Nick |again. 1 think that I'll put you and me. your bother in jail and keep you fhen 1 also owe you a debt of | there. How does It come that you're tude, Mr. Nick,” put in Cap'n | here?” ywinkle, for if Qurly had been| “The fisherman got mad when he ht, I'd have gone, Where saw me on his line and threw me em, 1 do. wonder what Mr have thought,” too |back,'’ said Spike meekly. (To Be tinued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seatue Star) HMisherman laughed for someone! He used to write every day at) She! sister was away, and Mrs. Fane thought,” Lillian argued plaintively.| “Shot!| capacity for love; ahe was positive! that if a duke, or a titled person of | eo’ have thrown me) This badge that the, are» DOINGS OF THE DUFFS OW, DONAL D isN'T 1 THAT A PRETTY, BOx OF CANDY P t | AIN'T FRECKLES EVER COMIN’ T BED ? could he have had against Mrs. My- | | came within her Rorte would once any description, daughter's reaan, more be discarded Lillian drummed her white fingers on the window pane, “I hate the country,” she sald, fretfully. “I |don't know why we ever came bere. | Nothing but bare trees to see—noth. ling to do—and only about one post a day.” She turned impatiently away, and! began pacing the long room. “He ought to bave answered my letter,” she burst out in, im pulsively. “Three days since I wrote. De you think he te 111?" “No, Iam quite sure he te not,” said Mrs, Fane, placidly, “I nev knew a more healthy young man.” She turned over the newspaper she! | had been vainly trying to read, with | a Uttle Impatient ure, Lillian was getting On her nerves ly j There were decided drawbacks to! being the mother of a beautiful daughter; Mra. Fane seemed to ats. | cover fresh ones each day. Lilian had reached the window again; as she stood looking into the | windswept garden the gate clicked. She swung round with a rush of; color in her cheeks, For a moment she expecting him every | moment of the past three days, She! could not believe that she had lost| the ardent boy-lover whose heart she had done her beet to break. She | was a vain woman, and vain women) find it hard to believe that they can ever be dethroned. A man was coming up the long, Artve; she could catch a glimpse of | his figure between the thick shrubs on either side. almost seemed to stop beating as she! | waited. for him to round the bend; her racing pulsea died down sicken ingly when at last he came into full | view. j He was @ middie-sized, common |looking man, and he wore a shabby | Overcoat with an astrachan collar, | arid a silk hat in the shape of some jyearn back, He looked up at the| house with bold eyes as he walked;! when he saw Lillian a half.smile curved bie thin lips. man coming here, | Lilian, disgustedly” “1 wonder what he wanth. Somebody we owe money to, I think, Such impudence!* Since the death of Bartlett Querne, | Littian had given herself aire with the people to whom before she had almost cringed Mrs. Fane did not look up; gave a little exclamation | “How terribly sad, Lillian! Look at this, There's actually been a« murder down in Rorte’s village. TI Goctor’s wife. Poor thing! found} shot In a field. Rorie’s name is men- toned, too, I see.” | “Rorle's name!" Lillian turned sharply enough now, and snatched the paper from her mother’s hand. She read the paragraph eagerly: & pucker of anxiety between her) eyes, Rorie was only mentioned as! having assisted in the allnight| ch, -She threw it aside, “I suppose that's why he hasn't! written. Who was this Mra, Myers, I wonder? He never mentioned her to me.” Hor selfish heart was torn| with a pang of Jealousy. Someone tapped at the door; a maid entered. “There's someone to seo Miss Lillian; he won't give his! name, but he spys that he's come from Mr. Briton. There was a little ailence; mother! and daughter looked at one another, “From Rorie!* Mrs. Fane rose to her feet. “It must be some mistake; say we are not at home.” “Nonsense, «mother, him. tant.” | Lillian spoke eagerly; she gave a h glance at herself tn the glass. Even @ common man with an astra chan collar to hig coat might have an eye for beauty. When the door reopened to admit him she was sitting in a deep chatr, | |@ blue cushion behind her beautiful head, Mrs, Fane stood by the man.| telshelf. She looked, and felt, rather ill at ease “Mr, Sherney, please, ma'am.” Sherney came into the room, hat! in hand. He looked at the two wom. | en and gave an exaggerated bow.) When he spoke he addressed Lil lan | “Miss—Frane?” “Yes. You are from Mr. Briton? Lillian's eyes traveled contemptu- ously over his person. She thought he had never seen a more common- looking man, A little shiver of aver. sion swept thru her, She sat up almost defensively Bherney smiled, “from Mr, Briton, yes, But- on quite a private matter.” glanced at Mrs. Fane, “Mother, Mr. Sherney speak to me alone.’ | she I wish to mee It may be something impor. | er— He wants to | he said THE SEATTLE STAR Donald, the Spendthrift— JUST LOOK AT THESE WONDERFUL ROSES! AREN'T THEY BEAUTIFULP YES. 'T Does LOOK PRETTY! 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HOOPLE SHOWS A PROSPECTIVE VICTIM OVER THE WORKS = 1° Staltle * Rota oP 487 A rome "R DOG STORY (Chapter 3) “Slowly, moved on across the state of Towa, across the Missourt river at Counct] Biuffs (Omaha was not there then, only the waiting coun. try, with Indians as its inhabit- ants.) “On they went and on. How the wagons jostied and bumped on the rough roads! How tired even one's slowly the wagons, finally began helping themselves to what they wanted. “Frank's heck began to look bristly and his throat to sound growly as he sniffed about the legs of the meddiers, And no sooner had an Indian tucked some stolen treasure under his blanket than Frank was at him. “If the Indian put back what he had taken, all was well, but if he refused, as one big fellow did It was‘'lo the poor Indian? for Frank handled him most roughly. “It was too much for the red men. Leaving their companion to the mercy of the white man’s dogs, they fled away into the shadows of the gathering dusk. “For miles and miles, day and night, after that bit of work, Frank had to be guarded; for an Indian doesn't forgive; he kills, and Frank had roused the hatred of a band. “On and on and still on rumbled the train. Once on the wide prairies a herd of buffalo stampeded. They came thunder. ing across the hummocky ground with their great heads down, their tails flying and their mighty hoofs filling the alr with a cloud of dust. “Straight toward the wagons they came and {ft seemed as if nothing could save the travelers.” (To Be Continued) iolieliel et one’s legs grew and arms ached and backs grew sore and stiff, and how far it seemed to little folkd they had traveled already, and yet—George knew they had barely started. “The first night they camped in Nebraska, they had a visitor, “The tired animals were loosed | from their loads, the little camp stove was set up, the men were busy making things safe and the women were getting supper, when out of the dusk there rode a band of Pawnee Indians. “Now, perhaps you do not know that Indians, savage Indians, are curtous as children and they have no {dea about the rights of other people. “So they not only sat them- selves down among the white peo- ple, but lifted the flaps of wagon covers, opened box covers, poked in them here and there, and ‘ tek You've heard of blackmail, I He grinned. “Well, Briton paid me 200 pounds once to hold my tongue” That was be Mrs. Fane flushed. “Surely, Lillian “Alone, mother.” There was no mistaking the finality of LAillian’s voles. Mrs. Fane rustled indignant:| fore Mr. Querne died. I'm a poor ly from the room, When she had| man, Miss Fane, and he could have gone, Sherney sat down uninvited, | bought me over since, body and soul, and put hig shabby hat on a table|for another couple of hundred; but amongst a litter of silver ornaments. | he refused even to answer my letter: “Business is business, Mise Fane.”’| so I've come to you. You're going His tone altered all at once|to marry him, Oh, you needn't look from ite exaggerated servility to un-| so angry; It's just a business matter, disguised insolence, “I've come toj between you and me.” He grinned me. dare say.” ‘and we were alone in his private of- | | | Helga. |to give you tim “You didn't really think I was go ing to let you get away without a |word with you, did you?” Tom's voice was very kind, half playful. The door was once more closed fice, “I've been trying so hard to get you, Tom!’ Tears almost reach 1 the| surface. “I know you have—but I wanted to really know, | And if it wasn't for that I'd/ kiss you now—you look sweet | enough, but you must be sure/ naw.” Mr.) And without giving me time to say that I sure, Tom was rush: ing into plans for helping Mrs. Amen. “I think he ts safe somewhere—he hasn't done @hything desperate, 1} know, because he isn't the sort who would. He may have just decided that he was tired of the game and that it wouldn't be worth a fight, so he just eliminated himself in his brother's favor.” “But I'm sure that can’t be tt.” T friend, but I don’t adv’ make an enemy of me. forward, almost threateningly, Lillian rose to her feet? she was too angry to be frightened, but at the back of her mind was an overgrow- ing dread, What was this man pro- posing to tell her? What was it that Rorle had thought worth 200 pounds to keep quiet? Was it something that would explain his extraordinary conduct now? “I don't know what you mean,” she said, breathlessly. “How dare | you come here and bully me like this! | 1 shall send for the police; I shall | She nfade a step towards the bell. Sherney rose and caught her slender | wrist in his fat fingers. “No, you don't,” he sald, “You Ils ten to me first. I'm prepared to act square to you if you act square by me, Come, Miss Fane, you're a wom. an of the world; you know as well fas I do that men aren't « He grinned again. worth now, eh? You're a rich wom: an, I know—and if you're fond of young Briton— She tore her hand from his; she was white as death. “What are you trying to tell me?" ¢ cried, pantingly. “Tell me what jto grant | this thing about Roderick Briton, (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Btar) said, “because John Ames thought it was worth fighting for—he ts more fond of Lila‘Ames than anyone would suspect. If he had not been 80 fond of her and 80 foolishly eager her desires—there never would have been the related tri- jangle.” “Phil Ames ts a man I never could |get!’ Tom was rugning his fingers thru his hair, “John has been prac- tically a father to him from the very beginning, put him thru college, got | him out of one scrape after another, supported him, is practically support: ing him yet—still he doesn't hest- tate at going Into his brother's home and wrecking it.” “I often wondered how he made a living,” I sald, the weight of John Amos’ burden just beginning to dawn on me. “He didn’t make one—he just de- pended upon his brother for it—and I'm not sure that John wasn’t a chump ™o stand all that he did, 1 can't see the virtue of a man's giv- ing up his wife to another man and He had won, and had roused her be simple. Sherney smiled he knew tt. He Jealousy; the rest would He went back to his chair. “Two hundred pounds ts my price,” price,” he said, smoothly. She stamped her foot; there were tears of rage in her eyes. “Do you know T can prosecute you for this outrage?” “I know." Hoe shrugged his shoul- ders, “But you won't,” he said, cooly, Lillian wag trembling from head to foot; It was a new experience for her! to be treated in this cavalier manner; sho felt as if she could have struck him across his common, smiling| face, and yet—she knew that what- ever it cost she would have to know She forced herself to speak calmly. “I will give you 50 pounds.” Sherney still smiled. “Two hundred is my price.” “IT will give you 100." Sherney rose to his feet. “T paid 200, Lillian sobbed with rage. “Tell me,” she said. He indicated a desk in the window. “Pay one delivery,” he said, with is, Tell me at once, I will know— you because Mr. Briton won't sve|again abominably, “I'm not a bad{1 will” hateful humor, (Continued in Next Issue) WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAPTER LIV—I HAVE AN ODD TALK WITH TOM then supporting the two In the bar gain.” Tom laughed gently and them added: “I wouldn’t do it—Helga!” I wondered if he would ever get to our own afafirs. “Now I'm going to send you along, Helga,” Tom said, “and you must be ready to do your utmost to comfort that woman who may awaken any minute to what she has lost.” “She has awakened,” I sald softly. + Tom looked at me a minute. “Fino,” was all he said, but in his tone was something I failed to catch the meaning of, “Trot along now-—and later, if you think we may, we'll talk of our selves. Tell Mrs. Ames I'll let you know from time to time what I find out.” Tom's outer office was deserted. Mrs. Ames and Grace I found wait- ing for me jn the car at the curb ing. The trip home was an awkward thing. Grace smiled reminiscently every now and then. Mrs. Ames was silent; her face began to show lines of care, and I was uncertain whether I should be angry at Tom or grateful to him, (To Be Continued) Mother, bring home some off Boldt’s Milk Bread!—Advertisemont. At the first in of skin trouble apply RESINOL Soothing and Healing Delayi best properly treati is dat You make no mistake when you adopt Resinol In UseNearly Thirty Years