The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 10, 1921, Page 11

“PAPER By RUBY a ° @eececescceseoes: All Ni (Continued From Saturday.) The wsually cheerful face of Dr. Myers’ house looked dead and life loay no glimmer of light pene trated the drawn blinds, a crape streamer floated dejectedly from the knocker ‘ “r'm afratd you must walt out side,” said Rorle, nervously He dreaded going tm; he could not rid himself of the feeling that Bren @a’s death was nis fault. The sor row in Myers’ kind face was almost more than he could bear. Banshell assented readily. He lit @ clgaret and walked off slowly , down the road. The maid who admitted young Briton was weeping; she sniffed heartily, if tnelegantly, as she led the way to the doctor's study, Myers was sitting by his desk; the jed Nght of a reading lamp fell f full on his haggard face. He rose when Rorie entered ‘Sorry to bother you, Briton,” he aid, dulty, “I want to tell you eomething; but first, will you answer me a question?” “Of course I will—it I can.” “It's only this, This morning when I mentioned Rosalie Dean— the git! over at Redmund—I saw by 4 ae about her. Some weeks ago, after your father’s death, there were re Ports going round the village. My— My wife told me about them; It was sald that you had gone over to Bed mund when the circus was there, to see her—this girl. I didn’t credit it at the time. You must forgive my asking now, but what is or was this girl to you? “She fs my wife,” said Rorte, His eyes met the doctor's unflinch- ingly; his voice was quite steady, ‘with just a touch of new pride tn tt. Myers echoed the he passed a hand “I'm afraid I'm rather dense; if you wouldn't mind Just explaining; I seem to be living tm a sort of nightmare. Rorte told the story of his meet- ing with Rosalie and their marriage fn a few simple words. He shoul- ered the entire blame; he spared himself nothing. When he had fin- fshed he drew a long breath. “And I don’t regret it," he added, delib erately. “She's a thousand times too for m He thought of the change in Rosalie’s face when he left her two hours ago--the shining the faint flush of happiness in her cheelys—and his heart beat a little More quickly, It was good to be able to bring happiness to some good to feel that it was in his power to smooth the pathway for i it to But perhaps you already—you say you went to see her this afternoon?” "T saw her, yea—but she told me pthing that concerns you.” “She did not mention vr “Only to say how kind you had to her, how grieved she was your great sorrow. She had fd about it, of course.” The doctor's haggard face itched; he looked away for a into the dark room beyond circle of light from the shaded and thought of the bygone thought of them with tears in his aching heart, and a on of remorse that he had not kinder, more tender with the “Who has the pink pearl that be Jongs to her Royal Highness, the Queen?” repeated Cap'n “Whot' exclaimed Nancy, tn sur- prise. “Do you think that somebody bas it?” Cap'n Pennywinkle said that, of eourse, he didn’t know, but as the Wigglefins were always bunting something to eat, it wasn't likely tha: anything so bright would their notice. “But would they eat It?” asked Nick. "Oh, you just can’t tell,” answered Cap'n Pennywinkie, “If you'd lived in the sea as long I have!’ Curly, the sea-horse tn- ted. “You'd never trust any- body. If they can’t eat up things, they hide ‘em. Such flaps, ‘n’ pock ‘n’ cups ‘n’ things aa some Wiggle fins have! You'd be completely sur. prised. Just look at that urchin therer’ “Oh, oh” cried the Twins together as they beheld the queer looking thing. , “Why, it’s Harry Hedgehog—bhe's nts Reserved seeeocccocccoves Your face that you knew something | eyes, | eecape | MONDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1921. eenecesevecccccccccceccscecceces | ROSES” M. AYRES words which they had both, perhaps! }takem too lightly “Ill death us ” } And it had come already-—the dev astating presence of the Man with the Scythe, before either of them | had time to hear the rustle of hie wing®—even to speak their fare. well | They had parted—t¢ not in anger, }at least with momentary discord be- | tween them; but it would not bear | thinking of—that w madness lay | He looked up at young Briton with | bitter envy tn his heart. This boy was starting Ife and love afresh, with wedding bells as yet unrung Whilst hesoon he would be turn. ing away alone from the grave that held all his hopes. He spoke abruptness. uid. Unbroken flence followed Dr. ick Briton, ivy bough tapped tremblingly on’ the ass; the autumn wind sighed round the hou The two small nots sounded enormous thru the alles room where the two men faced each other—the one disbelleving, the other with numbed tadifference. In the face of the tragedy that had be fallen him, nothing else seemed of much account to Eustace Myers “It's an old story—perhaps common @ne,” he said presently a listless voice. “I met Rosalic's mother in my student days in Lon don, She Was a waitress in a Bo hemian cafe I used to frequent. She was a good girl, and—and . well it was one of those Infatuations of youth which so often bring dis. aster in their train. I married her, | but I tired of her almost at once. I suppose I let her see what I felt: at any rate we quarreled and she left months afterwards—she was dead. That was all I ever knew—perhaps since I have heartily regretted that I did not trouble to make deeper inquiries.” Young Briton flushed sensitively There tween this old story and his own; in his heart he thanked Providence to undo thé past. slowly. “There was a certain like | Reas—the eyes, the smile—it woke She could not remember her, whe had an old photograph and latters—sufficient proof at all eventa. which the man Sherney was Rosalie up. The child has her birth certificate, and @ ring I gave her mother.” “Then—she knows? asked Rorie “That she is my daughter—yes.” night was it that he had hurried story of that youthful folly? seemed an eternity ago! Young Briton stood looking down most absurd feeling of jealousy. Ro- salle was no longer the friendless | hoped that she was! She w | longer entirely dependent for her happiness—this man was her father. Was it not likely that, In the face of his terrible bereavement, he would turn instinctively to her for comfort? no to guess what he was thinking. “It my wife—Brenda—had lived,” he said, speaking with difficulty, “I don't know what might have happened. I had some foolish idea of adopting Rosalie before I knew the truth, Now—weill, it seema out of the question. her to be here with me. If Brenda ferent. I can’t explain myseif—per- haps you understand.” “I wonder you can bear to apenk to me,” said Rorie, in a muffied volce, “Indirectly, all this 1» my fault. It @l goes back to my infer. APY ENTURES OF ENE TWINS THE URCHIN fallen into the water,” said Nick. 'No, it's a burr off our beloved chestnuttree in the meadow,” de- clared Nancy, getting down on her | knees on the bottom of the sea to look. ‘Hee, hee, he shickered the Iit- tle, round, prickly looking object that everybody was #o curious about. And | with that he waddled away about as gracefully as a potato might if it ld walk. whispered Curly to the “why don’t you search him?” | ay, | Twins, | “That's a very good idea!’ nodded Cap'n Pennywinkle. cushion affair all over him, Mr. Ur- | chin could easily hide a dozen pearls, |He might have the Fairy Queen's pink pearl and be walking off with it this very minute. Here, you, Urchy, come back and fold up your sharp pinchers. We're going to search you!" Urchy Urchin hesitated, but came back slowly, He ktlew better than to disobey the fairy policeman, when he had his magic badge on, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) with sudden harsh 9 | ‘osalie Dean ts my daughter,”| | Myers’ abrupt confession to Rett | Outside the window a shivering! me, When I next heard of her—| all I wanted to know. Many times| curious resemblance be. that It was not yet too late for him| “It was a chance that I discovered | about Rosalie,” the doctor went on} memories in my heart; and then one}, " at @ay she told me about her mother. | ne mit Maly but | anyway, It appears that she had} joined a circus after she left ma, ot} the) Manager, When she died he brought | Dr. Myere sighed, and leaned his) head wearily on his hands. Only last | back home to tell his wife the whole Into the fire; he was conscious of «| girl he had believed and almost) on him| Myers looked at him, and seemed | I could not bear) had known, it would have been dif.| ‘With that pin-| TOM, HOW 00 You LIKE THE NEw PARTY DRESS | MADEP & |} FRECKLES VF wedi AND HIS FRIENDS . THE SEATTLE STAR 1 MADE MYS) AROUND 1T ALL ELF! 7 STEP OVER THERE Olivia Didn’t Get Very Far! 'T Took mMé ABOUT TWO WEEKS TO MAKE IT =~ FARTHER NOW STAY IN THERE UNTIL You Finis rr! I ya@eers! %— THERE'S FRECKLES” PoP! >— nal selfishness, as. Mr. Fergerson| #0 often said. 1 wish to God that] bullet bad found the target it was! intended for.” | The words sounded sintere, but, for the first time, Dr. Myers amiled faintly | “You don’t mean that,” he eaid,) quietly, “You're young, and the! | young soon forget—mercifully! Be | good to her, Rorle, that's all. Lite | is short at the very He bad never addressed Rorle be- fore by his Christian name. Young Briton turned impulsively, and held out his hand. “I swear I will,” he sald, eagerly “I swear it, and when she's well——" The doctor shook his hand “Don't be too sanguine, my boy,” | “Hope, but don’t be} Tt will be a tough battle, | nd you'll want all your patience.” * “I'm gia eaid Rorte, stmply./ “It will be a chance to show that I really mean end wish to make up| fer what's gone.” He broke off,| then asked abruptly, “Did Mr. gerson know—that Flosalie alive, I mean? “Certainly; he ber.” Rorle paled a Mttie; he felt no re sentment against the olf man— onty @ sort of shame Fad Mr. Fergerson, then, thought so badly of him that he would not tell him? He knew that he had not deserved) to be told. Mo recalled the soene in old Fergerson's house, when the announcement of Lillian Fane's en- gagement had been mentioned, and) somehow he no longer wondered that the old man had kept his own counsel; and yet-—how nearly might | jit not have ended in a double dis-| aster.” | “Brenda's death will be a blow to/ Fergerson, " anid Myers, weartly.| “We were rivals for her years age he added, with a faint smile, “It seems only yesterday; now it's all over—all done with. She w very pretty girl in those da I never thought she would me. Fergerson was always wt with me to soe choose | the ‘There tor’s voice. Korie felt an uncom} fortable lump in bis throat. It was impossible to say anything to com-| fort this man; useless to talk of @ future that stretched away so empty and #o hopelessly. | ‘As soon as he could he took his de | |parture: he was glad to get out of | the house, with its dreadful silence and overpowering scent of death| flowers. Banshell was waiting patiently | under the red lamp. He had smoked | a dozen cigareta, and thoroly dix cussed the tragedy with the village policeman, who seemed to think his, presence outside the doctor's house an absolute necessity It was surprising how little of the truth had as yet leaked aut the revelations at the inquest the fol |lowing day took the village by | storm. | The two young men walked silent: | ly away. Banshell asked no ques: tions; he felt subdued and sobere }He had nevef taken life seriously | until now, but he was beginning to think that after all there might be) something else worth doing besides playing poker and shooting par-| tridges. | “You'd better come back to town with me tomorrow after the {n-| quest, old chap,” he sald, presently. | “You won't want to stick about here | | to be pointed at.” ; Rorte half smiled | “You're very kind, but I enn’t| leave Rosalie very well: the opera tion will have to be before long, and I must be here, of course.” | Banshell looked rather shame-/ faced. | “I forgot,” he sald awkwardly. | ‘The inquest was held the following | |afternoon in the village schoolroom |The buflding had never been put to auch use fore; it was tertthie, Rorle thought, as he sat there with | stream of golden runshine falling | on his face through one of the win dows, | He listened with strained atten: tion to the coroner's questions and the answers made by the witnesses | He was very pale, but when his own) |turn came his volce was clear and steady. He told the coroner what ho knew of the hunchback, and how he| had first met him. “You say he had a grudge against you, Mr. Briton, Will you tell us why?" Then, for the first time, Rorte hesitated; the color flooded his pale face; across the sunny room his| eyen met those of Hustace Myers. He thought of the poor little story he had heard only last night from the doctor's ps—the story that had so nearly found an echo in hig own life, COME IN THE Hous E THiS Feecues ll , f 1 DOING To ya t NOWSIR, YOUNS MAN! WHAT WERE You BS \_, CRY S027? SPEAK MAKE TAG — AN THAT'S 90 You ADMIT ALL WE DONE JUST AS SOON AS THS WoP Goes OFF DUTY You START To BYLL THS TRARTIC — ws So Ly powed ny fee YOU'RE THROUGH To HIM, PoP = “1 bio You es TH WAS CARRIED TO TUS PUMP AND DRENCHED WITH WATER = NOW, WHAT PART TAKE INTIS TAGALONG ui i i E LAWN FETE WAS CALLED OFF AT THE LAST MINUTE AS JED BARRYMORE. THE UNDERTAKER; FAILED To GET THE CHAIRS BACK FROM THE FUNERAL IN TIME Page 490 8GGY FINDS A NEW FRIEND You just neyer can tell when | something nice 1s going to hap-| pen But Pegsy feels pretty sure something nice will happen when | Polly, and | the last time she was there the} | | she goen to seo Mrs. “something nice’ was a new friend; no, not a little girl, a plo-| neer whom Peggy and David] tho he lives} didn’t know at all, al right in Seattle all the time came across the plains in 18 Probably the reason Peggy and David haven't met him before ts| that when his family reached the Oregon country they tried two or| three other places before they finally came to Seattle to live. “When wo reached Fort Van- couver,” the new friend sai surely were in a pretty bad fix. | My father was a doctor, and as| doctors were scarce, he found plenty to do. “But money was scarce too, most awful scarce. “So my mother kept boarders for awhile.” The new friend sighed, and sald an the pioneers #o often say: "I do not seo how she did tt, with nothing to make her work easy and prices so Kigh that they make our high-cost-of-living today seem like a bargain sale.” By the next spring they were rendy to go on. You nes, they had Puget Souhd and they weren't satisfied to settle even in the great Columbia River valley. en € HH started for “So we packed up once more,” he went on, “and traveled as far as Olympia. “My mother was a very wise woman, but she usually let father have his way. “After we took up our claims, I remember one day mother walked with us into the woods, where father had begun to clear the land. “She looked up at a giant tree | with her hand on its trunk. “1 wonder,’ she said, as if she wore thinking out loud, ‘I won: der.” “Then she called out to father, "Dear, these look mighty tall to"ma, and they are so BIG! I5m not at all sure this ts a good claim to take for a farm.’ “But, man-like, father best, and he worked away. “put her Judgment won out tn the end, for that claim was sold trees knew for timber and we moved to Whidby taland, “Now Whidby island, as you probably know, waa pretty nearly ready for farma without clear ing. “For the Indians burnt ft over every little while so that the deer would find it & good place to graze, pnd this burning kept the forest from growing.” (Lo Be Continued) “St was Jealousy,” he sald, “Jealousy? Of—of whom?” Again just the faintest hesitation, then, “Of my wife.” sald Rorte, All bis life he jombered that moment—the stifled exclamation from the ingorested village folk who packed the back of the room, the surprised faces of the fury, the grateful look flung at him by what followed, until he found him. self again in the sunshine, with Bansbell’s hand thru his arm. A crowd of curious children stared at them as they walked away from the school, © woman with a baby in her arms pointed an interested fin- ger at Rorle, “That's Mr. Briton,” she said audibly, to a girl beside her. “Don't Bustace Myers, He could never clearly remember ‘ *‘e look bad?" Rorle smiled tn spite of himself; » Lila looked at the white thing as tho it were a ghost. “I can't--I can't see him,” she whispéred. I dismissed the maid, telling her to tell Mr. Ames to wait. Surely |Phillp Ames had changed. Never be- fore had he gone thru the formal-| ity of even letting Lila Ames know | before he approached her private | rooms, ‘ | “Don't you want to see him?” I asked ’ “No—I couldn't" there was ter | ror In her voice. | | 1 waited tn indectston. | “Wil yon go and tell him—any- | ting, anything-—just so I don’t have to talk to him?” piteoualy. | In the altting room I found Philip | Ames waiting. He came | proached. “T Just stopped to Inquire how she jis this morning?” "His volce was jvery kind. “Sho is—upset; In bad condition,” |I said. “I feel guilty—as hell,” earnestly. Philip was sitting on the divan and I was beside him. “[ didn’t realize what destruction to his fect as I ap WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Geattle Star) CHAPTER LVII—PHILIP AMES HEARS BAD NEWS IT was bringing down about us—I didn’t stop to consider ft. And now I feel cheap trying to atone—it ts a belated penitence for sins which have lost their allurement. Thefe is no virtue in my stopping this now— because I haven't the desire to go on with It. “And L41,"s he lingered affectionate- ly on the syllable, “poor little girl. She has been a shallow little self- conscious, sex-consclous, type-con- scious Alice in a conscious Wonder. land—and I have helped her be that, when I could have helped her find the best within herself and have found the best within myself at the same time.” ‘There was nothing I could say. “And what about yourself, Helga? Are you doing the sensible thing— the square thing by yourself and Tom?” he asked at length. “I'm afraid it is too late,” I mur mured, “It can't be. I know that he cares and {it ts worth anything you have to do to square it with him. Don’t lét happiness slip out of your fin- gers.” Philip Ames was vwilking earnestly. “Tom Bradford is one man in a thousand.” he felt bad, and yet there was an enormous sense of relief in his heart. Thq secret was out at Inst— the worst’ was known to everyone; he was free to start again and make |eomething out of his life that was worth while, The car was waiting for them, but when Banshell would have turned toward Four Winds, Rorte shook his head. “The other way,” he said; going to Bedmund.” And Banshell was left again . to possess his soul in patience outside Mra. Fowler's cottage. When Rorte went into the little front room Rosalie was lying facing the door, as if she had been expecting him, He went over to her quickly, and, stooping, kissed her gently. “Was it very dreadful? she asked him, She knew where he had been; for the past two hours her care had been strained to catch the chug of his motor along the road. He had not eald he would come, but she knew instinctively that he “Tm get rid of me, now,” he added, with pretended lightness, to hide the depth of his real feelings, “I've told them all that you're my wife.” “I never wanted to get rid of you,” she answered him, simply. “But, oh! sometimes I'm @o afraid— so afraid, Supposing I never get well; supposing I'm just a helpless cripple all my life.” “We won't suppose anything #0 absurd,” said Rorle determinedly, but his heart contracted with fear, not for his own responsibility, but for her! How could he bear to see her weak and helpless all her life? Ho resolutely refused to face the possibility. “You're going to get well and strong,” he insisted, gently. “It you don't He paused, and added, audaciously, “if you don’t I shan't believe you love me.” Bhe flushed painfully; the white lida dropped above her eyes for an inmate only to be lifted again plead: ingly. “Do you—4o you want me to love you, then?” she asked shyly. would, “T am glad it ts over,” sald Rorte, and he kissed her yD eee “You can’t “More than anything in the world,” said Rorie fervently, (Continued in Next Issue) “I know, but I'm afraid that 1 have thrown away my chance.” =~ “Is there anything I can do?” he questioned. “I'm afraid not—all Tom seems be interested in now is helping Ames.” * “Helping Lilat’ in astonishment. “Yes.” * “But what does she need his for?” “He's trying to find Mr, “Find John—my brother?” was fear in the tone. “Yes, didn’t you know? Didn't know he Was gone?” my words tumbling out. “Ho's been a fuys, without leaving any where, and we've been trying out where le is.” * “My brother—John—goner” Ames dropped back against divan. His eyes stared s into space. There was something terrible about him. ‘ I all but screamed. (To Be Continued) Upset Stomach, Gas, Indigestion “Pape’s Diapepsin” gives Relief in Five Minutes Stomach acidity causes tnausaaieat Food souring, gas, distress! % der what upset your stomach? ‘Well, don't bother! Thé moment you eat tablet or two of Pape's Diapepsin. sourness, heartburn and gases, due to acidity, wonderfull Millions of and give relief at \ Buy a sixty-cent cace of Pi pepsin now! Don't stay Regulate your stomach 80 eat favorite foods without regret,