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qUESDAY, OCTOBER 11, 1921, |«PAPER By RUBY ROSES” M. AYRES All Rights Reserved + ; From Preceding Issue.) fenton MAPTER XXV. grenda Myers had been three days jm the little churchyard at pefore Roderick Briton saw / pe. Fores yes had been staying ‘ok man since the afternoon | ned had turned broken-hearted. ‘ from his wife's flower-tined BEA. It was odd how these two, ts an, ras in their mutual sorrow, ‘would sit for hours talking ys, whilst, between the loved shadow of woman who held their hearts, Dave had a letter from Roder. Briton,” old Fergerson said oue “He wants to come and me, I don't know if you object him be I” Myers Yooked surprised. “I says Uked Rorie,” he added, but look old Fergerson as and when, later, he knew time for Korie to arrive, he ag excuse to absent himself. he blamed Rorie— im the face of his own foliyt—and yet, there are "hings which even a strong was shocked at the altera- found in the old lawyer; he white and frail in the depths deen thinking hard things Roderick?” he asked. “W: I acted foolishly, but for Dest. You needed a saltho it ‘was, perhaps, pre pon my part to try to had Tushed. back to him on a) Femorseful memory. “I was) young fool,” he added | H | | F? i} i ti gE i 292 ity the height of his fat ove! but had he found one as and with all the in it, the Twins nave it, because they had been thanked him and their search. 01 ther, were Bad deen boys toweth | | Fowler knocked at the door and told | ‘Told fellow. “Badge or no badge, are her only hold op life—remember that.” | “I am not likely to forget,” said |young = Briton, = Brave-sounding words, but long before he was back again at Four Winds every ounce of courage had oozed from his finger tips. Blunt found him white-taced and miserable, wandering about the big house, and at once proceeded to administer brandy and advice. | Rorle was ashamed of his coward: | } boo; he refused the brandy and man. | aged to laugh, Blunt was a san- guine soul, but even he permitted himself a sorrowful shake of the head as he watched his master drive off along the Bedmund read for the last time before the operation. | Blunt loved the Britons, good and/ | bad alike, He knew their history from A to 2, and knew, too, thi they had all bad ill-luck with their | wives. Rorte’s mother he could re | member, and he could not help won- dering if this only son of that dis- astrous marriage would be pursued | by his ers illuck. AU his lite Rorle remembered that last drive over to Bedmund; to his | overstru: imagination it seemed as if Rosalie's fate were already sealed, tho he gallantly tried tO hide his despair when he went in to her, ‘They talked very little; somehow Rorie could find no words in which to say the many things in his heart. Only just at the last, when Mrs. him gently it was time he went! |away, his young face blanched! his | hands tightened on the slim fingers! lying so contentedly in his clasp as he broke out agitatedly: “Rosalie, | you won't forget! You promised to/| fight all you can—for my sake. I shall be only just outside—waiting to hear—longing to hear. I shall be there every minute. You won't for: get what you promised me, will | your” THE OF THE DUFFS HELLO, poRIS! THOUGHT I'D DRGP OVER AND SEE How You WERE GETTING ALONG = 1S WILBUR Yes. COME IN = We'S OUT IN THE KITCHEN FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS TWUATS’ CORRECT BUT F-E-L-L! SIN ONE LETTER © QE- NOU SHOULD ALWANS * WHEN DEATED wa) heart. But all was silent again. Looking back afterwards on it al! it seemed to him as if he grew up) to manhood during that morning of | dread Jutiona, his great hopes—all seemed Gispersed, and gs nothing! } Rosalie would never |1f goastp spoke truly. ‘The beautiful They climbed over rock beds and ask- ed the barnacies, but landee, they didn't seem to know what @ pearl was, even! And the sponges didn’t know anything about it, either, the dummies! And the shrimps just walk. od off and waved their feelers. They had their minds on. their own troubles, as the shrimp-nets had been put out and they had to watch their step. “And mind, you don't get caught tn one of them!’ warned one Magic Shoes, or none, you'll be in a nice pickle if you get caught, and that’s not a joke, for it's the very thing they do to you, the shrimp fishers, pickle you and put you up in ‘With this advice, he departed and the Twins started away, but to their dismay they found they couldn't move. A fine gray gauzy thread was wrapped ‘round and ‘round and ‘round them. (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1921, by Seattle Star) An | Mifted. Four Winds was bathed in April sunshine the morning Rorie and his wife came home. blushing face to the blue; sky; there were rows of blue and) white hyacinths bordering the while drive. Scott lay on the mat at the open door; the undergroom had just bathed him, and his shaggy gray coat glistened with soap and a vig- orous brushing, as he lay there blinking at a cheeky sparrow hop ping about the path, Blunt, fat and important tn a new Uvery, had just completed a solemn tour of the rooms, and paused now) for @ moment in the hall to pat a! stray lock of hair into place on his| forehead. Blunt was a very autocratic per sonage in these days, but beneath his pompous exterior his stolid! heart was pounding excitedly as he! listened for the first spund of the! new car which had gone to the ata- tion to meet the London express. A morning paper lay on the hall! table. He took it up, and glanced idly thru the first column, His eye) was caught by a name he knew: “A marriage has been arranged, and will shortly take place, between | Miss Lillian Fane, only daughter of the late Colonel and Mra. Fane, and Lord Charles Lewis, of Tranter, Hall.” Blunt's equare jaw fell. He knew Lord Charles Lewis, eould remem- ber him as a young ne‘erdo-well in the days when Rorle’s butterfly mother had filled Four Winds with people, and given wild parties which had scandalized the neighborhood. | He must be an old man now—an old wreck, without a penny to his name, Lillian was, indeed, making a sorry match for herself. Blunt carefully hid the paper un- der some books; he was not quite sure of his young master yet, as he remembered Lilliari’s beautiful face. But Blunt need not have feared could he have seen Rorie at that moment, as he and his wife atepped into their car at the station. Al! the village knew that the young master was coming home—Blunt had seen to th =| quite a crowd had collected a ie little station to cheer and wish him luck. Dr. Myers was there, too, and many pecple wondered why, afier shaking hands with young Briton, he suddenly bared his head, ana, stooping, kissed Mrs, Rorie's smil- ing face before the big car sped off thru the April sunshine. Under cover of the rug Rorie held his wife's hand; he looked very wall, and manly, and happy. The boy who had so impulsively married the little cireus girl, unconscious that he was doing the best deed of his life, had grown into a man at last. Love had indeed opened his eyes to the real things of life, as old Fergerson had prophesied. “Are you glad to be home?” he asked the girl beside him, as the car turned slowly in at the wide gates. WW QO WH baie od " A" wievees J + ‘mm EVERETT TRUE TH AM. ‘Ss (3S TAS we SEATTLE WELL, YOURE WELComEe To \T-1 USE IT- THAT'S DON’T ALL RIGHT - MUCH OBLIGED - THANKS READ Your READING TUEN Vou CAN BY CONDO Sc Or “TH SER STAND You SGLF-INSTRUCTION Book AND STAeTSOS Iw ANO AFTGR a GT < SwarteDP iw }} THE INSTRUCTION Gook IS STILL IN Goon CONDITION, BUT INSTGAD OF YouR CAMGRA MAN GGSTTING A PICTURS Ce Ms, ager tree In full blossom | [aes “Now, all this morning,” con. tinued the new friend, “did not make life any easier for us. “Besides the hardships of the moves themselves and the money it cost, one wasted such precious time, “You couldn't write or telegraph ahead and have things all ready for you, You had to dig and chop and saw and hammer and nail and build your own house and barn and you couldn't rent a house either, unless you were little enough to live in a bird’s nest up in @ tree, for nobody else had left A vacant house, “So It took us some time to get settled and started to living once more, “About the hardest things for us to get were milk and butter and eggs. “Well, we got hold of some chickens, I believe you've heard that story about our hens from somebody else, and they gave us our eges. “And I'm quite sure that you know the one about the poor old mother pig who was left to swim ashore and find her way to us across @ seven-mile marsh and woodland, But we had no cow. “We had left our home tn the Fast with 18 oxen and one good H4VG HIM GOT ONG Of THE ert # Star. Si ‘ oy wy Book” Page 491 PEGGY'S NEW FRIEND (Chapter 2) cow, but we lost the cow and nearly all the oxen in the Blue Mountains as we came across, “Ot course there ‘was no dairy, for there were no cows to make a dairy, but about seven miles from us was our good neighbor, whom we called Grandma Crock- ett. “Grandma Crockett ha da cow, just one, and she had to make the milk and the butter from that cow go as far as she possibly could. “My, how my mother used to ‘Jong for a little butter to put on her potatoes! and how we children liked to remember how hot bis- cults had tasted when we had but- ter to melt in them, “One day mother said, ‘You boys take a little bucket and walk over to Grandma Crockett's and see if she will sell us @ lttle but- termilk. “I know ghe cannot spare any sweet milk or any butter, but I should 20 love to have even a little buttermilk.’ “Grandma was nice as she could be to ua when we asked for the milk, and— “When we got home what do you think! She had slipped a lit- tle pat of her precious butter into tho buttermilk for a surprise.” b A dahehehed Passes senses thesasneneeseesseessseesrsessesrssl She looked up at him happily. “Are you?" she asked, Uncon- sciously she was still shy with Rorie —~still waiting for him before she would express her own feelings. The pressure of his hand an-| ¥' swered her, and then the car stopped and Blunt was bowing pompously from the top of the steps, and Scott was jumping up at Rorle and bark- ing joyfully. “Isn't it fine to be home?” said 4 Rorle, later, as he stood with his arm around his wife, looking out across the garden and the belt of trees to the village beyond, and the thin spire of the church where they ere married that windy morning nearly eight months ago now. Bhe nodded silently, but her pret- ty face wes full of quiet happiness. Rorle, glancing at her, thought of the first day they had met, in the sodden field, with the flapping can- } HELLO, TOM -COME OM IN THE OTHER ROOM - 1 JUST GAVE THE JANITOR PAGE 11 BY ALLMAN GET SOME MoRE ICE WATER, Doris! A BOTTLE OF SCOTCH THAT SOMESODY GAVE ME AND | DION’T WANT = | OUR BOARDING HOUSE NOW ALVIN, YOULL HAVE MR. BUTLER ALL DRED OUT= BE CAREFUL DEAR, AND DONT PUT Your Vik- €& HEE- Hee = GIDDAP! WIGGLE YOUR EeRS! = RIGHT MRS. HOOPLE: ALVIN AND TARE GREAT PALS: AIN'T WE. ALVIN ? “Tle FELLOWS GET ONE GOOD SIDE OF THE LANDLADY BY CLOWNING WITH’ALVIN' HER FAVORITE NEPHEW === WHEN A WOMAN TELLS By RUTH AGNES ABELING (Copyright 1921 by Seattle Star) CHAPTER LVII—I HEAR GRACE’S WORDS TO TOM Philip Ames finally gathered his senses and left. His figure slumped as he walked across the lawn to the sidewalk. ‘When I returned to her room, Mrs. ‘the house and finally brought up at Grace's room. I knocked, There was no re- sponse. Finally I tried the door. It was locked. Grace must have been | out. | With no reason at all, a terrible | fear possessed me. Somehow, out of | nenselens nothing, I had suddenly created a conscious something to be jealous of. Then I found myself at vas tent and the yellow caravans, It seemed like a dream now—a dream that he hed ever tted marrying her—ever been ashamed of her—this girl who had brought out all that ‘was best in his careless nature. He moved away from her and across the room —- he unlocked a drawer, took something from it, and brought it back to where she stood. “Look, Rosalie!” She turned her eyes to the little faded object in his hand. “Oh, Rorle! one of my paper rosea!” She tried to take it from him. “Let me throw it away.” Rorle laughed—he lifted it to his Ups, beyond her reach. “I wouldn't change it for aN the roses in the Garden of Eden,” he said, “It may be paper——but it’s lke you--it has a heart of gold.” He stooped and kissed her with sudden, passionate gratitude, “Do you really love me, Rosalie? he asked wistfully. She. seemed so much, much too good for him, he thought ashamedly, with those mem- ories fresh in his heart. She did not answer him in words, but... Blunt, directing the unloading of the baggage out in the sunny drive, broke off adruptly inthe middle of @ pompous order, and atood still, looking up at the window where the April sunshine shone on the happy faces of his young master and mis: tress, and he knew in that moment that need have no more fear for the success of Rorte's mai more dread of ot beauty of Lillian Fane—and his kindly eyés were mis- ty as he turned and cuffed the big ears of the undergroom, who stood beside him. THE END. 10 \ Ames was asleep, I wandered about: the telephone calling Tom's office. His stenographer informed me that Tom was not there, I felt like an insane woman! I wanted to see him, to have him as sure me in his own voice that his acquaintance with Grace Cameron had been only a matter of helping her and that she had no part of his heart, Wildly I rushed out into the after- noon sun and boarded a street car. All of the way downtown that frenzied fear kept gnawing at me. Why should I attach any importance to the fact that a little upstairs girl ‘was out in the afternoon at a time that she had a perfect right to be out; so far as I knew? I couldn’t answer my own question. I knew that I was unreasonable, but is love never reasonable? With the sight of Tom's office building I felt a certain self-posses- sion returning. As I looked up toward the window, T caught a glimpse of a man's figure. Was he looking down? I waved. And then IT wondered if he had seen and answered, and if the fine smile was playing at the corners of his mouth, ‘The elevator seemed to crawl up, the six floors. I hurried out and toward Tom's office. Pushing thru the outer door, I found the anteroom empty. But suddenly I heard the low mur- mur of voices from Tom's private office, I Ustened. And then ft seemed that my world suddenly grew black, “I have always cared-—-but long ago I felt that I could have been nothing but a passing fancy to you.” It was Grace's voice that T heard on the outer side of the door of Tom's private office. ‘ I turned away dizzily. It seemed that a giant cataclysm had wiped out the existing order of things! (To Be Continued) “Pape’s Diapepsin” “really does" put bad stomachs in order—“really does” overcome indigestion, dyspep- sia, gas, heartburn and sourness in five minutes—that—j ust that— makes Pape's Diapepsin the largest selling stomach regulator in the world, If what you eat ferments into stubborn lumps, you belch gas and eructate sour, undigested food and acid; head is dizzy and aches, remember the moment “Pape'’s Dia- pepsin" comes in contact with the stomach all such distress vanishes. It's truly astonishing—almost mar. * velous—and the joy is its harmless- Ness. 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