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2 | | ined “4 = UP a few records, and so T took eee, THURSDAY, JANUARY 12, 1922. Jasiowsh (Continged From Page 6) }He had known the great ¢ those took that answered his own | of the forest mood and expressed his own being he wae n himself in infatuation or sen time Not al! of them were sad music, injity, He only knew that he loved the strictest sense, But they were|her, and no event of life could make all intense, poignant and tremulous | him change. | with the deepest longings of the bu-| He had had dreams, this man; but man soul | they were never so concrete, so fond “I haven't any ragtime,” the man | as thewe dream~ that swept him now humbly. “I could only/In the soft candlelight the girl's beauty moved him and glorified him. Just the ones I liked best. They're | the very tact of her presence thrilled ple things—I'm sorry I haven't) him to the depths, the wistfulness any more.” }and appeal in hey face seemed to She looked at this man with grow: | burn him like fire. This northern fag wonder. Of course he would like | land wax never the home of Weak or the simple things. No man of her | halftfelt emotions The fine shades a@pqnaintance had ever possessed |and subtle gradations of feelings were fuer standards: no sophistication or | unknown to the northern people, but q@uttural growth such as she herself) they bad full knowledge of the pri Bad known could have given him «| mortiial passions, They could hate truer gentility, What was this thing |as the shewolf hates the foe that that men could learn in the woods |menaces her cubs, and they could and in the North that gave them jove to the moment of death. He @uch poise, such standards, and| knew that whatever fate life had tn Drought out such qualities of man-| store for him it could not change hiv heod? Yet she knew that the for-| attitude toward her. She would leave este @id not treat all men alike.|the North and go back to her own of intrinsic virtue were made | people, and still he would be true. » thelr strength was supple) Even tn the first instant he knew mented by the strength of the wil-/enough not to hope. They would Gernene itself, but the weaklingy per-|/have their northern adventure to tahed quickly. This was not a land! gether, and then she would leave for soft men, for the weak and the | him to his snows and his trackless qowardty and the vicious, The wild | forests, She would go to her own | found them out, harried: them | land, @ place of mirth and joy and storms and broke their hearts and | warmth, to leave him brooding and their epirits, and kept from them {ts /aflent in his waste places. He knew | @recious secrets. Perhaps tn this /that all his days this same dream latter thing lay the explanation. It/ would be before bis eyes, this wist to her that Bill was always | th eyed, tender girl, this lovely . listening for the faintest.| flower of the South. Nothing could whispered voices of the forest about | change him. The years would come him. He was always watching, al-/ and go—s#pring and summer ower Ways studying—his soul and his ing in the forest, dancing once and heart open—and Nature poured forth | tripping on to a softer, gentler land pon him her incalculable rewards. | faii would touch the shrubs with col He put on a record, clowed the/ or, whisk off the golden leaves of Geors of the instrument tight to/tne quivering aspen, and speed muffle the sound, and set the needle. | away; and winter, drear and cheer he recognized the melody at once. | jens, would shroud the land in snow | Tt was Drdla’s “Souvenir’—and the) and find his love unswerving. The first notes seemed to sweep her into forest folk would mate in fall, the tafinity. caribou calves would open their won. | Tt was a beautiful, haunting thing, | dering eyes in spring, the moose @weet as love, warm as a maiden's | would bathe and wallow in the lakes | Beart, tender as motherhood; and all }in summer, and in winter the vener at once Virginid was aware of @/abie grizzly would seck his lair, and Reart-stirring and incredible contrast.) sti1| his dreams, in his lonely cabin, | melody did not drown ‘out the would be unchanged . His love would storm. It rose above it. never lessen or increase. He had| Sweet and entreating, od held none of it back; no more could | id strains of the | be given or taken away. He had giv ry en his all. | Met the two! pur if he cowldnt keep hie knowl. | hafmony 8! edge from himeeif, at least he could to music. | hold it from the girl. It would only inmost! bring her unhappiness, It would In Hotes. i destroy the feeling of comradeship in her | for him that he had begun to observe | heart /in her, It would put an insurmount able wall between them. Benides, he | ‘didn't believe that she could under. stand. Perhaps it would only offend het—that this son of the forests melody, should give her his love. She had never dealt with men of his breed be | fore, and she had no inkling of the %. devouring fires within He would not Invite her ? i & g | g i 5 4 i! 3 i ; & ef i e i ity? fF I [ ment was only @ fitting part of the tragedy of his life: first his father’s | murder, his dreama that had never | come true, his lomt boyhood, his exile she im the waste places, and now the what It lionely years that stretched before | }him with nothing to atone or re deem. He knew that there could be | no other woman in his life, It was | well enough for the men of cities to give and take back their love; for them It was only wisdom and good senve, but such a course was impos sible to such sons of the forest as he. Life gives but one dream to the forest folk, and they follow it till | they die, He knew that the yearning in his heart and the void in his life could never be filled. Yet he didn’t rail at fate. He had learned what fate could do to him, and he had learned to take its blows with a strange fataliam and opm | posure. Besides, would he not have the joy of her presence for many | days to come? Their adventure had | just begun: weeks would pass be-| fore she could go home. In those| days he could serve her, toll for her, devote himself wholly to her happi-| noms, He could see her face and fibet BeaER why the waterfowl had Gay so resticasiy: they too known the ageold fear of the) Borthern winter. They had rensed. in ways, the swift approach of storm. ‘Winter was at hand It would Jock the streams and sweep the land with snow, the sun would grow feeble fm the sky, and the spirit of Cold would descend with its age-old ter Tors. And the ereepy fear, the haunt- ing terror known to all northern creatures, man or beast, crept IN!0 Know her beauty, and it was all) her like a subtie poison. worth the price he paid. For life in| It was a moment of enchantment. | ine North ts life in its simplest | The music rose high, fell in soaring trembled in infinite appeal. and alowly died away. Outside the storm increased in fury. The wind sobbed over the cabin roof, the trees phases; and the northern men have had @ chance to learn that strangeat | truth of all—that he who counts the cost of his hour of pleasure shall be crushed in the jaws of Destiny, and complained, the snow beat sgainst | thar a day of joy may be worth, in| the window pane. And still the spell! tne immutable balance of being, a| lingered. Her lustrous eyes gazed | whole lite of sorrow Out thru the darkened pane, but her | thoughts carried far beyond it. And it was well for her peace of mind that she did not glance at Bill The music had moved him too: be aides the fear of the North be had been torn by even a deeper emotion and for the instant it was written all too clearly upon his rugged features. He was watching the girl's face, his eyes yearning and wistful as no hu Virginia had no suspicion of his| |thoughts. She was still enthralled | t | by the after-image of the music, and her own thoughts were soaring far away. But soon the noine of the storm began to force iteelf into her consciousness, It caused her to con. wider her own prospects for the night. Vaguely she knew that this night wan different from the others. The man being had ever seen them two previous nights she had been {il ‘The soaring notes, with the dread | ang half-unconscious: her very hel ful accompaniment of thé storm, had ught home a truth to him that for days on the trail he had tried eyy. “I love you, Virginia,” eried the inandible voice of his soul . “Ob Virginia—I love yon, I love you.” # appealed to Bill's ehival Tonight she stood on her own fect Matters were down to a normal basi« again, and for the first time the be gan to experience a certain embar. rasament in her position. She w |mnddenty face to face with the fact | that the night stretched before her -and she in a snowswept cabin in xI It was one of Bill Bronson's baric creeds to look his situations squarely |the full power of a strange man in the face. It was part of the train-| She felt more than a little unens ing of the wilderness, and up till| Already she was tired and longed now he had always abided by it to go to sleep, but she waa afraid for the past few days he had found to epeak her wish. As the silence himself trying to look aside. He had |of the cabin deepened. and the noise tried to avoid and deny a truth that|of the storm grew louder—bluster at the roof, shaking the door ing on the window pane iness gave way to stark | ing and ever grew clearer and more manifest —his love for Virginia He had told himself he wouldn't give his love to her. He would hold un that back, at least. He had remind But all at once she looked up to ¢d himself-of the bridgecleas gap that |find Bill's eyes upon her, full of separated them, that they were of | sympathy and understanding. “You'll Giterent spheres and that it only t to turn in now,” he told her, meant tragedy, stark and deep, for mu take the bunk again, of course | him to let himself go. He had fought |—I'll sleep on the floor, I'm corp With himself, hod tried to shut hie|fortable there—1I could sleep on| yen to her beauty and his heart to| rocks if need be.” | appeal, But there was no une| “Can't you get some fir bough W trying further, In the stress and | tomorr The girl spoke ner passion of the melody he had found | vously ‘They'd be in the way, but mayhe I can arrange it. And now I've got out the truth And this wax no moment's passion the love that he had for her. Rill |to fix your boirdoir was not given to fluency of emotion.| He took one of the hoxes that fixe but slow to emotional response. |the floor, just in front of her bunk.) | shoot it well—you could OUR BOARDING HOUSE (SW! 1 TELLS ‘YOU I DID DROP / MV NICKEL !! IT Then, holding one of the blankets in his arm and a few nails in his band, he climbed upon the box. She un derstood In an instant. He was our: taining off the entire end of the cabin where Virginia slept The girl's relief showed in her face, Her eyes lighted, her appre hension was largely dispelled. she wasn't blind to his thoughtfulness, hia quick sympathy; and she felt deeply and specchiensly grateful And she wa with wonder touched alwo vaguely “You «0 in there now,” he told her, “But there's one thing—I want to show you—before you turn m."* “Yes? I want to show you this tru pistol.” He took a light arm of biue steel from his belt—the small-call. dered and automatic which be had killed the grouse. only a twenty-two,” Bill went on but it te a long cartridie, and shoots ten of ‘em, fast as you pull the trigger. You could kill a cart bow with it, if you bit him right Yeu And she wondered at this curious intertude in their moment of parting. You nee this tittle eateh behind the trigger guard?” The girl nodded. “When you want to fire It, all you have to do is to push up the little catch with your thumb and pull the trigger. Tomorrow I'm tach you how to shoot with it—<t mepn shoot straight enough to take the bead off « grouse at twenty feet with “ite weapon And so it will bring you luck, | want | you to sirep with it-—under your pi low." Understanding fiashed thru her, and a slow, grateful mile played at her tips. “I don’t want it, Bul,” she told him. “You'd feel safer with it,” the man urged. He slipped it under her pil low. “And even before you learn to if you had to—shoot and kill a man.” He smiled again and drew her | curtain. (Continued Tomorrow) There we were, up in the sky, spelling “Use No Soap” Nancy and Nick and Buskins sat quite #ti!l while the Fairy Queen was hearing the troubles of all the kite people from the Landof-Up-in-the Air “Who is next?” she asked. Ua." answered two box-kites, step: g timidly forward We," corrected the Queen. “Yen, we,” nodded one of the kites, “Bat we're so nervous we forgot our gram- mar.” | “Why, what ts the trouble?” asked the Queen kindly, “What are you nid of? “We-—we don’t want to be sent back, if you please,” explained the kites. “You see, we spoiled the trade.” “] haven't the least idea what you are talking about,” declare the Fairy Queen. “Suppor you begin at the first and tell me all about on “Well,” said one of the kites, “It As we are box-kites and wan this way we go very high up into the alr CHAPTER LXI—McMASTERS AND I RUN A RACE Could I feel safe when Dick was around, guarding me from—say snakes, at midnight—could 1 feel grateful to him as a knight who would always come in the hour of my 11d I also hate him at time? need, and ¢ the same A reporter who once had tnter ; WAS A (910 NICKEL | AND IT AIN'T NEVER BEEN| SPENT BEFORE! NOW You \GET ME MY NUMBER! csv CENTRAL 1S THE ONLY ONE WHO © \ GoT ADIT’ AWAY FROMTIGHTWAD wi going to) ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Barton Confessions of a Movie Star (Copyright, 1921, Beattio Star) PAGE 11 BY STA - NLEY THE OLD HOME TOWN OU WILKY 1S SONGHT HE'D HE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN ZAM CAN You Te THAT? | / WE KNOWS TH’ DATE OF / ALL HIS CURRENCY® T'LL WANTTO BE BURIED c] BET TH REASON HE HAD “1d UNDER A MILE STONE] GET A SET OF SRRE TEETH A | Go ye WOULDN'T | WAS BECAUSE HE WORE “s) A WAVE “To BUY A G sf CLARION “()F FICE ene “THATS RIGHTS | HIS ORIGINAL ONES GNAWIN Tous OWE! PS, }\oN COW To SEE IF IT WAS) LAUGH~ ¢| io ES PHONEY = Ss . 4 DARN You 5! aly i LA. Ns YOU SAY — r 4 LAUGH SS 16 THATS A TWEDITOR The \ Wyn ss} U/\\y\“Z\ JOKE HE } en FN 4) NYO WONT es 7 Pa 4& JUST AT THE LAST MINUTE THE EDITOR OF THE WEEKLY CLARION DISCOVERED BARREL OF BARGAIN INK HE BOUGHT Wis REALLY A BARREL OF RED BARN PAINT. JER LKY me It Was to Do or Die With Olivic | THIS IS THE BEST DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Doc WHAT DO You WELL, YOU HEARD OLIVIA, ?'VE THINK OF THAT GIRLS WHAT THE DOCTOR | | ARGUMENT | HAVE | GOT SUME NICE CONDITION ? Re sain! | | To OFFERS HOT CHICKEN ' TIOLD HER POINT- fy 7 cocrons | BROTH FOR You! ( DOCTORS | DONT KNOW | | EVERY THING’ : BLANK [HAT IF SHE CONTINUES TO GO with OUT FOOD ANOTHER DAY, " ! (SHE 'S GONE a! uP oy ; erriil 72g FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS Cireumstantial Evidence BY BLOSSER TWO LOTLE Faines | que Navery |e Z MST BENEATH THE padcPne } ‘ oly son a —S DID TH NAUEUTY g WILLOW TREE -ONB WAS / a ath FAIRIES DANCE ON —_— tient \ WAT \ | AMNUTE, FRECKLES! A.GOOD FAIRY AND ONE A NAUGHTY FAIRV® AND WHERE} SME NAUGHTY FAIRIES DANCE TOP OF PoP's HEAD? ar Grattle |» & , a v ly Mabel f DK: * —— = Page 571 HOW AUNT MARY GOT THE GOLD Gold iffed grandmother’s| go out and find more where I \ friend at Why, California) found thi WHEN A MAN HAS NO HaIR “And that set the fairly ran rivers of gold in 1849 rey pslln hices , : wild, and they rush WHY NOT ADMIT and yet—there were hundreds and| 4.0... ang everywhere trying to “HE BALD FACT I! hundreds of people who left their! get their share of that loose bs homes and friends and everything | gold. they had and went to California; “Aunt Mary was a very sen- sible wome She had followed to get part of that gold and ‘ her hushand wherever he went in fated his ‘wearch for gold, and all the Peggy's paper doll lady bung) time she was keeping her eyes half cut from the page, as! and her ears open being strong, we can carry a great | nia deal a wa t, > Mr Pettignnt Perry's mind pictured tumbling ‘So one night, when he thought of a plan to use us. in of rivera with shining gold pleces| ® Usual, tired and discouraged S| vertising. Mr. Pettigrew is manager hs : and sad, she said TAKE A GOOD SQUINT AT ME ONCE of the Snow Soap Co. So he/f floating, like, on the current | ‘Any luck today, George?’ AND S&C HOW I LOOK AND I'LL RETURN got 11 us and put an electric light Grandmother nodded an under he half moaned. YOUR PERMANENT WAVE, HOW MANY in each one. As we all had different |} standing head and said, “Yes, 1| I'm not the kind to h y PEOPLE DO YOU THINK YOU'RE FOOLING letters, at night when we were sent baow, 90. cinay Gite luck. Other fellows find gold. 1 - BesipS YourRsSeEce # up into the sky with our lights g ' . = — | wulaademee find only disappointment and fall Key = = = ~ burning, we spelled out the words Well,” the friend said sharply, | and 1 don't know what's to I had an ‘Ss’ on me || “they'd no need to fail—no need in | ‘Us Snow Soap.’ | become of us. paconghain ico une pays ba yeh ho the world, but every man got it] “Aunt Mary bustled about the can see. But one n our lights t. There we were rc into his head that he must find! little kitchen as he talked and went ou There we Ware yp in tae when she opened the oven door \sky, spelling ‘Use No Soap,’ and the the gold in the ground, and dig} 1°) fonted out a most delicious childrens were tickled to pieces when it out for titmself or he couldn't! «meli—spicy and sweet and hot! they looked out of eg i orb at sot rfoh. “Umumumm! Uncle John yedtime and saw us. Mr. Pettigrew | “what! “and 7 ner found sniffed, ‘what's that smells so was furious, 80 my friend and I broke And then when they found it, good?’ away and came here. Please don’t, what did they do? Spent it like) Tine, not sure,’ Aunt Mary send us back. It waan't our fault, foolish children with gift money, | an but I think it's a gold I'll write a note to Mr. Petti for any little thing they wanted, | mine.’ grew,” said the Fairy Queen. “You (To Be Continued) because they thought, ‘I can easily 1 not be alarmed about returning ne to your friends.’ (To Be Continued) | was fresh and fit when we sat down scenery! | | , | 1 did not intend to coquette with|on the ledge at the top of Broad: ‘opyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) Maid Gps to 4 ict mares _ | Hon wie ary Died o aiken |the gentleman, But I did plan to bend, | “Iiooks? How I love them! I'll be| wouldn't need you. He can shoot | persecute him a little, T remembered | ty Sag ready in half an hour, Mr. Mc nd the company ail day in| bra art Fe aa Tle wut McMasters. was red | Sas a nen, cline views, bien the affair of the rose-red dress. wretched. His discomfort made me Master's i ‘ eg Manes | Mediuin | gecided to revenge Mrs. MeMasters |iystorically gay ‘A short white wool sports skirt | views and long shots. For the Little |in my own way, y way. barred with rust color; a soft white |Star, there isn't even a dummy Abele ha » I couldn't help thinking how Dick blouse under a rust-colored eweater; | scene.” |b was the apirit of south, the lor Cissy would have out-distanced a “s * 4 * natural essence of which Rosalie x 6 sho vat; so T| 1 ®was ne R me, ‘had I tried my little joke om white shoes and a white hat; so T| 1 Sas not a very desirable com-|Hiice was an artificial variety, a (me nad 7 tri ldressed for my stroll with Mathew|panion that morning. 1 was too | weird imitation. ; | McMasters. young ‘and toc ndependent to need | , couldn't 1 decided to show the man how un. help thinkiitg that It | 0 wpe st always be so, that youth turns viewed me had a new word for the| We nodded gayly, right and left, as| help, and too speedy in the difficult : mu : emotion of holding opposite forlingw|we passed various members of the|places up the mountain valley, It|fit he was, with his years and his)to youth, and that when a man of for the same person, He had sug-|company. Cissy scowled. It was the| pleased me to rush headlong until | Wwikht, to keep the pace 1 set. So 1/50 thinks that a young girl prefers ested the word the germ of a/first symptom of proprietorship he|the handsome whiteheaded gentie- | flitted up the mountain before him, | him to a boy of her own age—the 4 lines |nometimes perversely refusing to| poor fellow had been sadly deceived jwcenario, 1 had forgotten it bat I] had betrayed in public. Dick refused | man breathed hard. - ee ee y |was experiencing the emotion |to look my way He was much too proud to ask me |listen when be talked abou © and flattered—or perhaps blinded by glorious view I lost my headache on the way. 1| his own egotism, (To Be Continued) So only can I explain why so sud “snelion has to work this morn.|to go slower, ®t how frequentdy | ldenly | accepted McMasters’ invita-|ing, and se has Barnes,” remarked bo stopped for charming bits of