The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 7, 1921, Page 17

FRIDAY, OCTORER 7, 1921 ° Ceecreccccccccccccccecccccce| =.“PAPER ROSES” By RUBY M. AYRES ee ee: All Rights Reserved + (Continued from Yesterday) Bherney stood beside Lilian while ahe wrote the check; her hand shook eo that she could hardly sign her name. The bland emile never left his face; his luck had been almost tneredible; and—he still had a card jeft to lay on the table at a later date He ried the check carefully with Dlotting-paper, folded It, and put it into his pocket DOINGS OF THE DUFFS HELLO THERE, WILBUR-~ HOW ARE You? WELL, HOW DO You LIKE MARRIED LIFE BY Now P 1 DON'T MEAN RENT + SHE BOUGHT TWO HATS YESTERDAY AND PAID SIXTY DOLLARS “7 FoR “em! 1 COULD HAVE TOLD You “THAT - WHERE Do You BUY ‘YOUR GROCERIES? TMAT'S NOT IT, BUT THAT OLD SAYING, THAT "IWO CAN LIVE CHEAPER THAN ONE 1S THE BUNK- PLAIM BUNK! WHATS "THE MATTER? WON'T SHE LET “YOU BE THE BOSSF OW SO-30 = ALL ISNOT GOLD “THAT GLITTERS You KNOW = THE FOOD THAT BROKE ME IT’S THE OVERHEAD OVERHEAD ? | HOW MUCH | RENT DO You PAY P | Vv “I don't believe tt—1 don't believe it." She reiterated the words over and over again, as if trying to dead en the agony of conviction that was tearing her heart Rorte married! Rorle married to & little cirous girl! What did it matter that she was dead! Lillan’s jealous tmagination conjured the dead girl's image to stand eternally betweeen them, a bar to all chance of happiness—a “Now—tell ma” Lilian's volee| mournful ghost to whom Rorte had was hoarse; there was a sort of en-/once belonged, The hand of fate raged terror in her eyes; she had had indeed struck a@ her. So never belleved {t possible for her to) Sherney looked around for his hat; suffer as she was doing now; jeal| he thought he could read hysteria \ ousy. was teaching her, as nothing else could have done, how dear to ber Rorie really was; at that mo- ment she cared nothing for his money, or her own; she would have given it all gladly to possess a impetuous boylover that he had once been to her, Sherney bowed, J bad @ ward,” he began tn his) “A pretty it~) ouy, cetestabdle tones. tle girl—she was the star turn in the citreus. I am a circus proprietor Six weeks ago, Miss Fane, we ) Played at Bodmund, and Mr. Briton) came to the show. He saw Rosalie —you know what men aré! She ap pealed to him—to his kind heart, and—well—" Again that shrug, and hateful grin. Liltan could not spehk; both hands elutehed the chair-back In front of » her; she felt as tf at each word a knife were turned tn her heart. “He made love to her, and she _ took him sertously—that ts the case in a nutshell, Miss Fane, Not an story, by any means. Well —things didn't go right between them and they quarreled, and one might she let herself fall from the trapeze, deliberate!” Litflan swayed slightly. mean—she is dead? she white lips. Sherney did it his silence was elo- oh LtFat i i i i : p Uglies slid i fr naire ii 3 ef If there is anything in crea No sooner had Cap'n Pennywinkle told Spike Starfish that he was go- ing to put him and his brother into Jaf) for eating up so many of Mr. Fisherman's oysters, when a shadow appeared over their heads in the ‘water. pa Spike stopped rubbing his tummy made for cover, but he was too late. Hal Haddock had spied him and if there is anything in creation that Hal loves, it is starfish, espe cially nice fat starfish with an could say ‘Christopher Columbus” or anything like that, had gulped down Spike, hide, fair, and all—only Spike had no hair, Next didn't Hal spy Spike's brother (also smelling deliciously of oysters) and before you could say “President Harding” down he went, too, Cap'n Pennywinkle turned to Tub ‘Terrapin, “Now, Tub,” said he, “if 1 ever catch you blockading the .| Mre. Fane looked about her help-| | in Litian's wild eyes, and he had no |tancy for a scene. | Me knew he was Inucky to have |done as well as he had; privately, jhe considered Lilian had behaved | lke a fool. He put his hat on his took ft off again nervout! “I can prove what I aa: Jerkily, “T can prove it Ask Mr, Briton,” | He watted a moment, but Liltan | did not move or speak, and he tip: toed to the door; another moment, and he was out of the house, hurry. ing away down the drive, as if anx tous to put as much space as pos- sible between himself and the wo. man to whom he had dealt the hardest blow of her selfish life Mrs. Fane heard him 0; she came back to the drawing room almost timidly. | “Lillan-—what did he want? What aid he say?” i Liltan turned slowly; she was as white as death; there was something piteous in her beautiful face. { “I'm going to Rorte, mother. It's! no use objecting: It's no use asking| questions, I'm going at once. You! can please yourself as to whether you come or not.” “But, Littan; think of the scandal you must be mad.” Lilian made no answer. She passed her mother without a word! lessly. She saw the open check-! book on the desk; she read the coun- terfoll on which the ink was hardly yet dry; then abe gave a loud scream. But she was a business woman before everything. She tore FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS LooKrr, FRECKLES! Loourr ‘TH! FACE ALEK G-maicor fingers, “I am glad you have come,” he «aid. “Anyway, I was going over to see you today.” She followed him into the dining | room and closed the door. | Once again she was consctous of: the horrible f was a stranger to her; that she had) never seen him before; almost oe was afraid of him, Rorte stood looking down into the fire, She doticed how tired and tli the looked—that he had not shaved. Afterwards she wondered at herself) ing that this man? EVERETT TRUE tT UNCBRSTANO THERE'S To BE AN INPRTANT MECTING HERE WNEHT ANO THAT SOME WEIGNTY MGASYURSS ARE TO BE es, MR. TRUG, ANO THAT'S WHY I HAVS ComMmG for notici ueh details when so much was stake. | It was she who spoke first. ““T had to come and see you; if I I should have gone mad. ing & man—a man who out the counterfoil, rang ap Lilian’s bank on the telephone, and told them to stop the check. Then she hurried upstairs and put on her ha! She firmly believed that Lilian was Far mad, but, at any rate, she meant to called If Sherne®—came to see see the eee Geri affair thru to It—tt wae blackmail, Rorte.” a An hour later they retling| Her voice shook, but Rorte did not thru the ny lanes on tha mst: even look up. “He told me that he to Four Winds. + | had had 200 pounds from you—he . ‘ | wanted the same from me—too—to gral i ay Corner. hold his tongue about some scandal Uti —scandal—to do with you. He {m1 nearly drove me mad with jealow talent seve. % to him. Then he face told me." She gave a sob; the tears shadow of her big hat was pale! rushed from her eyes, “He said th a curiously pinched look about you were married, Rorle—that you ™ Eig if that she seemed circus girl—a common circus girl.” t once; she was She flung her hands to him with Gesperate appeal. “Oh, it font true, te it? Tell me til they reached Four Winds,| it ten't true! I thought it would was out; Blunt said he was| have broken my heart. I never knew expected back at any moment. He) till then how oh T you. took the two ladies into the draw-| Rorie, even tho she is dead—and he ing reom and served wine and bie-| ys she is dead—nothing will ever cults. Banshell looked tn after aj be the same again, if it ts true that moment—he had not known they| YOU married her, that you once be were there. He made one or two) longed to her. Why don't you an- inane remarks and sat uncomfort-|*¥er me, Rorle? Why don’t you ably on a chalr edge, wishing to| look at me? Why don't you tell me goodness Rorile would come. Hej|!t isn’t true? H | gE i But Rorte turned away, letting his head fall forward onto his arms as He! ing up thejanswered her in a muffied voice, brokenly. cheer} “But it te true, Lilian—that fs Lilian) what I wag going to tell you—it ts true! I did marry her. Everything the} he told you is true; everything ex- an-| cept that—" For the life of him he g° on. He understood He|now that Lilian really loved him, against him; her eyes ‘dilated with She held her hands to) fear. “Except—except—what, Rortel “Lilian?” He just touched her| And then he answered her with « rush: “Except that she's dead! She tent dead, Lilian. I only knew it myself this morning. She isn't dead.” And then a lifetime seemed to pass while he stood there with his arms on tho mantelshelf, head down-bent, waiting for her to speak. The i- lence of the room was unbroken save for the cheery crackling of the fire and the monotonous tick-tock of the old clock on the shelf. He found himself counting the beats mechan- feally: “Tick-tock—one, two, three, ” Burely she would speak now ht. The silence was unbearable, Rorie Ufted his head with a sort of des- Peration. He could see her face in the long glass above the mantel- shelf—white, horribly, horribly white, with staring ey: Her slim hands hung limply against the soft folds of her black frock—the black she wore for Bart. lett Querne; she looked like a mar- ble figure, lifeless save for the fire mm in her beautiful yes. é: | “Rorte"—she spoke dis name ‘ hoarsely, molstening her Pale lipe— you're making fun of : — it isn't true,” “It ts true,” said desperately. or ae For her sake he would have given ® great deal to have been able to say what she wished; it cut him to| the very heart to see the look of tion Hal loves, it is Starfish Cross Roads again, you won't have) Spike for an excuse. No need to hold | him down any more. Bo you keep, out of the way of traffic or I'll give, you @ lift into the fisherman's shock and horror in the thes that net, suré as you're a turtle.” had one: ¢ to him been t Tub promised that be would be! peautiful on earth, Mt le dlls good, so the visitors turned back to the Cross Roads to seo if the 1d peers eas swordfish had got his nose out of y, youu 1 don't know what to nay ‘ | to you; it seems #0 imponsible to ex- the trunk of the tangle-wee: ‘ee, | He had, and tt would have been Pain. I married her in desperation, | wonder if he hadn't, with Mr. Saw-| YU had thrown me over, and I |Fish and Mr. Hammer-Figh and|%*4n't @ penny tn the world. There |Paddy Piddock (who 1s the best! Weert & soul who cared a hang borer you ever knew) all working wnat became of me, and she did, on him. It was Pasay Piddock who 8b@ was kind—she seemed to put bored out the holes in the big rock f"e#h pluck into me—and I married for the Postoffice boxes. her, Bhe was only a circus girl, as ‘There was a letter there now for YOU *4¥, but she was far too good Cap'n Pennywinkle, from the Fairy °° me. We were going abroad—to Queen. Cap'n Pennywinkle tore it Australia, Then the other will waa! open at once and read its contents, ‘". and—oh, I can't tell you all while the Wigglefins all waited wretched story—she fell from sound in chadadvee wander: the trapeze, and they told me she (To Be Continued) was dead. I was ashamed of her: (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) ‘everything seemed altered when I ANO You'Re GOING. To (GAVE CARLY ANO TAKS A Lone RiIOG Ww MY CAR! AS A MEMBCR OF THE CITY Co~eiL Ov VA FROST 'L HS ONLY THING You Do 18 LAY Gvery NGeTING SY SPRINGING Some SAP- HEAD’ FOOLISHNESS Ill ¢ “Mr. Himes does not say how he did it, he only says that be- cause Frank was watching and knew how to act quickly, the party was saved from the stan peding herd of buffalo. “One day soon after that the party stopped to rest at noon. “The teams were grazing near by and all seemed peaceful and safe, when apparently out of nowhere, there came about 20 Bioux Indians with a lot of equaws and papooses. “They brought buffalo robes moccasins to barter (or exchange) for beads, tobacco, powder and shot. “The white people made some exchanges, but refused to give the savages powder or shot. ; “The Indians meanwhile began shooting at targets with their bows and arrows, giving small coins for prizes. “It was pretty work; their slim, brown bodies held so straight, their muscles working perfectly, and every arrow flying so nearly true to its mark. The white men watched, all else forgotten for the moment, in their Interest, “While the white men were not looking, around the wagon sneak- ed a young Indian and, putting his bare, brown arm into a ‘wagon, drew out @ cup apd was just tucking It away under his blanket, when with one great eee # ft knew the money was mine. I ought to have been kicked.” There was healthy self-contempt tm his voice. “She was @ thousand times too good for me; I treated her like a cur. Thank God, It’s not too late to make it up to her, I only knew today that she was still alive. I thought it could be kept secret—this mar- leap, Frank was on him. “The suddenness of the blow knocked the Indian fiat, and screaming, he ran to hie fellows. “Instantly every arrow was aimed at Frank and every bow was strung. Be “But quick as they had been, the owner of the dog was as quick and had his gun leveled at the leader of the Indians. “It was an awful moment, and it dragged iteelf into two, three, four. You could hear hearts thumping In the stillness. “On one aide the tired group of white settlers with the faithful dog in their midst, on the other 20 furtous gavage warriors all ready to fight. “Still, still they stood, the white man’s eye never shifting its steady gaze, and—then, as if the white man’s courage were too much for them, the Indians un- strung their bows, and with many mumblings and mutterings and angry growls, sullenly mounted thetr ponies and rode away. “‘Foolishf the white man’s friends cried when they were gone. ‘Foolish, to risk all our lives for a dog! It was not right. It was hardly sane? “If, said George's father, ‘you donot like the way I manage, you need not follow me. I should do the same thing again.’” (To Be Continued) Rat, wife—he hated me; somehow he'd found out that we were married; he meant to do for me, but he missed, and killed Mra, Myers instead. And it's all my fault, If it hadn't been for my selfishness she'd have been alive and well now.” Lilian interrupted him with a bit- ter ery, riage of mine.” He drew a long breath, squaring his shoulders, “I'm gidd {t can't-—now, There was a hunchback; he was fond of—of my “And me, Rorte! me?" He flushed erimaon; he had known ever since the letter she wrote him What about BY BLOSSER "COURSE You CAN=~ LOOKIT TH’ START You 6oT!! AND"THIS 15 THAT HARVEY FOSTER'S ROOM © LAND SAKES !~ HE'S LIKE ALLE REST], OF “THE DUDES AROUND HERE© ALL THEIR ROOMS LOOK LIKE A PANIC INTHE MORNING© NEVER “THINK OF HANGING ANYTHING UP» ONLY THING ON “THE HOOKS IS DUST! AND “THE BEDS LOOK AS IF A BUNCH OF CONTORTIONISTS HELD A CONVENTION IN'EM © TM WIE Ivwy Has sive Dope ON THE GANG — WHEN for bie money, and becomes Mra. John Ames’ social secretary. Philip Ames landers with Mra. Ames and also with olga. Affaire reach @ climax when 4 Tom Bradford come to Ames Gieappears. Helga, eager to regain Tom, is tortured by fear he may love Grace Cameron, a maid in the Ames home, whom Tem bas rescued from « life of shame GO ON WITH THE sTORY “rat evening the Ames home was more like a grave than anything else. Lila wandered from place to place. She was beyond comfort. after Bartlett Querne’s death that his old boyish infatuation for Lilian Fane was dead, but he had never realized how completely until now, when he looked at her white, stricken face, with only shame tn his heart—no atom of love—scarce- ceased to love. Rorte could only remember now, more acutely than ever before, tha* she had thrown him aside when she be- leved him poor—had done her best to break his heart. For the first time it roused an odd resentment in him. He atammered his reply: “I don't know what to say to you, Lilian. I don’t know what to say. Try to forgive me—try to forget that we ever knew. each other. It's all been a mistake. I'm not nearly good enough for you.” A dull spot of color showed on her white face. She took a atep for- ward and clutched his arms with both her hands, “Rorte! you did love me once, and love cannot die so soon! You can be freed from this girl—such things are often done—and It was no real marriage. You don't love her—she's beneath you in every way.-and I love you, Rorie. I can’t be nappy without you.” Her voice broke hoarsely, her face was wrung with passion. “You can rid yourself of her, if you want to—I know you can, There must be a way, Rorte.” He had averted his face to hide the sudden anger that had sprung into his eyes Rosalie beneath him in every way! Rosalie, who had res- olutely kept her lips locked on his secret, beca of the promise she had made to him; Rosalie, who had been content to die unacknowledged ‘ (Copyright 1921 by Beattic Star; Finally she came and sat down be side me. She had been pactng the long liv- ing room, while I, sitting in a shad- owy corner, watched her and suf- fered with her, for I too had @ sense of loss. I felt that even if Tom came back there was something I had lost. For there had been a time when he could not have put our affair so fitmly aside for something else. I was hurt and I was ready to sym- pathize with who too hed just @iscovered her “Helga,” she said as she sat down beside me among the cushions on —unwanted—rather than betray him to the world, At that moment he saw her far, far above him, and the selfish rut in which he had so deliberately walked. At that mo- ment he realized into what perfec tion the paper roses he had thought her love to be had bloomed! Ft was © real, real thing she had offered him, and he had not known it until now. ‘The trembling hands on his arms tightened their hold. “Rorle, darling!" His name was spoken with @ sob; the beautiful eyes raised to his were swimming in tears, A month ago the sight of such grief for him would have driven him half mad with joy, but now he asked himself with a sort of dreary shame if he had ever loved her— ever felt anything more than a boy's infatuation for a beautiful wo- man? It waa not love that had died in his heart; it was only the natural burning out of a fire that had never had any lasting or real hold on him. “Why don't you answer me?" There was a sort of terror in Lil- fan's voice. In all her life she had got the thing she wanted. She could not believe that she had, in- deed, lost this man. “You can be free if you want to. You can be free if you want to.” She repeated the words again and again stammeringly. And young Briton looked past her out of the window, across the windy garden to the village beyond, where the thin church spire rose sharply against the sky above the treees, and for a moment a faint smile touched ‘his pale lips. “But— but I don't want—to be free,” he said slowly. A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING the huge divan, “I'm little I know of my didn’t realize how and I were “Do you think I‘should notify Police?” she asked at length, E “That would mean notoriety,” | sid et but I can’t let it go on this much longer.” 3 “If Tom sald not to let tt get om @on’t you think we'd better give him ea day or two anyway?’ I tioned. “But surely you wouldn't just here and not do anything if it your husband?" Her voice was pitched, I knew that Mrs. was beginning to feel the strain. “If it had been my husband hope—I would have had foreth enough to have done ago,” I said not unkindly. “And this ts just my pay,” Ames’ was weary, “I'll have to ft out—I know, the one who has been in the alt alongs.” ‘There was a light tap on the 4 frame. Grace appeared. “Have: heard anything?” she u anxiously. ; “Nothing.” My voice was Grace disappeared silently. Slowly Mrs, Ames and I went just the stairs, each into our