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ATTL TAR PAGE 9 c (Continged From Page 6) of her than this degenerate son of cities and culture. Yet who was he to dare to take into his own hands the question of Virginia's destiny? He had promised to Dring her lost lover back to her: the fact that he was no longer the man she had known could be only @ subterfuge to quiet his own con. selence. Besides, the last y » had spoken had been portentous, For the in tive speogh, and the fact offered tre Mendous possibilities, Could it be That the old days were not entirely forgotten, that some of the virtues dwelt in pis degenerate hulk, ready to be wakened again? He had heard of Men being redeemed. And all at once he knew his course. So intent was he upon his thoughts that he scarcely heard the sound of steps in the snow outside the cabin door, and then the noise of some one on the threshold in the act of re moving snowshoes. ‘The task that confronted him now was that, no more and no leas, to which he had consecrated his life—to bring happiness to the girl he loved. M Thgre was work to do with this man Hut even yet he might be redeemed Bill's ald his manhood might re Lf turn to him. His own love for the girl tore at his heart, the image of his life stretched lonely and drear Before him, yet he could not turn aside, e “1 didn't come to see you about tapping. I came—about Virginia ‘Tremont.” His eyes were on Harold's face, and he saw the man start. He had net forgotten the name. Just for an instant his face was stark pale and devoid of expression. “Virginia™ he cried. “My God, what do you know about her? But he didn't walt the answer. All at once ‘he looked, with an annoy. ance and anxiety that at first Bilt could not understand. toward the door of the cabin. The door knob slightly turned. Bill wheeled, with a sense of vast amd impending drama. Harold swore, & single brutal oath, then laughed nervously. An Indian squaw—for af her filth and untifiness a fair representative of her breed—pushed thru the door and came stolidly tn. side. She walked to the back of the cabin and began upon some house. hold task. Bill's face was stern as the gray Rasnowshoe trail : 5 : *) €y, me ; | fentence | Stant he had fallen into his own na- | that Virginia had loved in him stitt! 4, wolf, and his rifle swung in hie arm jinstantly Bill's form, tmpansive be fore, seemed simply to waken wit jlife, ‘There waa no rage in his ¢ Jonty determination; but drove out fast as a serpent’s head, | | Seemingly with one motion he wrenehed the gun from the man's Jhand and sent him spinning against [the wall, Before even his body crashed | J against the logs, Bill had whirled to | face the squaw, He knew these say age women. It would be wholly in | character for her to whip a gleaming knife from her dress and spring to the man's aid, But she looked up as if with indifference, and once | more went back to her work | Bill was considerably heartened, At | jleast he didn't have to deal with the |eavage love that sometimes the In |dian woman bore the whites, Sindy | was evidently wholly indifferent to | Harold's fate. The match obviously had not been a great sucocam For an instant Harold lay still, | crumpled on the floor; then his | jDieeding hands fumbled at bis belt. | Once more Bill sprang and snatched jim to his feet. The holster, how jever, was empty | _ “No more of that,” Rill cautioned | The man’s eyes amoldered with re | jsentment, but for the moment he| | Was cowed. “Before you start any: | | thing more, hear what I've got to{ | | his arm Joffer you.” His voice lowered, and the words came rather painfully Tt® your one chance, Lounsbury— to come back. Virginia Tremont has jeome into the North, looking for/ jyou, She's at my camp. She wants to take you back with her.” | Lounsbury's breath caught with a | strange, sobbing sound. “Virginia | up here? he cried. “Does she know | | about—this He indicated the cabin interior, and all it meant, with fone sweep of his arm | “Of course not. How could she?! | Whether you tell her or not is a| }matter for you and she to decide. She's come to find you—and bring | you back.” “My God! To the States? “Of course.” | For the instant the black wrath jhad left his face, and hig thought | swung backward to his own youth—| |to the days he had known Virginia in a far-off city. He was more than | ja little awed at this manifestation | yof her love. He supposed that she had forgotten him long since and had never dreamed that she would search for him here. | | evident OUR BOARDING HOUSE ter to heat-—fill up every pan you have,” be instructed Sindy. He him self began to cram their little stove With wood, Harold watched with ill anxiety that for? last. BIN straightened and faced him. “You didn’t think I was going to take you looking like you do, do you —into Virginia's presence? ‘The first thing On the program is—a bath. Harolg flushed: the red glow was even thru the sooty mulation on his face “It seems to | mie you're Koing a little outside your authority ax Miss Tremont’s repre sentative, “1 don't know that I need to have any hillbilly tell me when I need a bath.” “Yet” the first time during Hitbilly te right their in contrast tes cultured gentleman of cities Fut let me correct you. You may not know it, but I do. And you need one now.” He turned once more to Sindy. “And see what you can do yy OR panes: NOW DONT ALL ADMIT Ir AT ONCE, BUT WHO TOOK THE BRIGHT LIGHT our OF THE BATHROOM AGAIN 2/ | AN’ WANTS "To = WAS ® YOU MACK, OR TTGLYDE, OR BUSTER? Ay "TE MONTHLY MY OF THE MISSING MAZDA == he anked at aceu- | Bull's even twinkled—tor | BRIGHT LIGHT 2 1 THINK BUS HAS | (T MRS. HOOPLE KEEP Ir DARK ! / i = STERY | DOINGS OF THE DU HELLO, PANSY! DID MRS, DUFF GO OvT AN’ AIN® YAS SAH, SHE. WENT DOWNTows| PANSY A LITTLE HIGHBALL AND TELL HER IT’S JUST ZUM RN INNOCENT — Ve BYSTANDER, MRS. HOOPLE! T WAS “TAUGHT "TO KEEP AWAY FROM THE __ BRIGHT- LIGHTS ! TT cast ! FS T BACK RY AHERN WHO, ME 2» GeT our! ¥ \F ANYBODY COPPED IT. MACK Dip! « HE'D LIFT TH’ PINE CIGARS OFFA __ WOODEN INDIAN! THE OLD HOME TOWN BY STANLEY AN CHINA RAS STRCKERY SKLE , S Xo OX AFTER THE RUNAWAY QUICKLY DECIDED IT GINGERALE AND KID HER ALITTLE BIT! TOCONTINVE THE CROCKERY SALE AS ADVERTISED PANSY, WOULD You LIKE AN ICE COLD ,} GLASS OF GINGERALE? TO DAY, NOAH BAXTER WAS UNNECESSARY IS IT ALL RIGHT? cliffs of the Selkirks when he turned| Once more the expression of his | about this gentleman's clothes, toot FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS again to Hareid. “Is that your wom-/| face changed, and Rill couldn't have ant he asked simply. old did not rept: He had not d this man, emissary from his | ot acquaintances of his native city, } explained the wave of revulsion that |surged thru him. He only knew a | blind desire to tear with bis strong | fingers those leering lips before him. if he's got any clean underwear or any other togs, load ‘em out.” “Anything else?” Harold asked sar castically everal things Have you got any NO WONDER T CANT GET Harold was lost in insidious #pecu- t@ know about Sindy. He retained that much pride, at least. Rut the |/ations. He remembered the gir! amewer to Bill's question was too Deauty, the grace and litheness of self-evident for him to attempt de | her form, the holy miracie of her nial, He nodded, shrugging his shoul-| Kisses. Opposite him sat bis squaw dan. —swarthy, uncltan, shapeless, come BM waited an instant; and his|'¥ 84 squaws go but as far from voice when he spoke again was singu- | Virginia as night was from day. Per larly low and flat. “Did you marry | haps it wasn't too late yet— her?” But that instant be heard the Fast |too. When you bathe, bathe all over Harold shrugged again. “One| Wind on the roof, and he reealied | —don't spare your face er your hair doesn't marry—squaws,” he replied.|that the old problem of existence| Water may seem strange at first ‘Once more the silence was polgn-| faced him still. He had solved it up| but you'll get used to it. And I'll go ant in the wretched cabin. “I came | here. His cabin was warm, he was | over and sit with Joe Robinson and to find Harold Lounsbury, a gentle. |fullfed: the squaw grubbed his liv-|his friend until you are ready. The | man.” Bill went on in the same! !ng for him out of the frozen forests. | surroundings are more appetizing. If strange, flat voice, “and I find—a| He did not want to be forced to face | you can polish yourself well in an aan. | the competition of civilized existence | hour, we'll make it thru tonight." BIN reatized at once that this new | Seuin. He waa dirty, carefree; hie! Harold’ he: burned, but he ac development did not in the least af-|fure supplied food and clothes for|quiewced. Then Rill turned and left feet bis own duty. His job had been|him and certain rags for her, and|him to his ablutions. to find Harold and return him to/ filled his cupboard with strong drink. | (Continued Tomorro: Virginia’s arms. It was not for him | He remembered that the gir! had had | ——————— to settle the girl's destiny. For all, 0 money, and that he had come first | C]| APVENTURES he had spent his days in the great | to the North to find gold. If he had solitudes of nature he knew enough | *ucceeded, if his poke were heavy 4) OF THE TWINS Aine B [kind of a razor?” “No. I don't want one either.” “Retter look around and find one. | If you don’t, Ill be obliged to shave you with my jackknife—and it will be inclined to pull. It's aharp enough for ekinning grizzlies but not for that growth of yours. And I'll try to trim your hair up for you a littia, of life to know that women do not| With the yellow metal, he could go give their love to angels. Rather | back to hie city and take up his old they love their men aa much for) life anew, but he couldn't begin at . their weaknesses as for their virtues.| the bottom. With wealth at com. smirch in Harold's life was a|/™and he might even find a more fon for the two to settle be-| desirable woman than Virginia: per them. haps the years had changed her even It did, however, complicate the|@# himself. There was no need of work of regeneration. Bill had known | dreaming further about the matter equaw men before, and few of them | Only one course, considering the cir had ever regenerated, Usually they | Cumstances, lay before him. were men that could not stand the| “You're very kind,” he said at Inst tt of existence by their own toil; | “Rut I won't go, Tell her you didn’t} either from failure or weakness they | find me.” | took thjs sordid line of least resist Bil straightened and nighed ance. From thence on they did not | “Make no mistake about that, Louns HAND SHAKE. ar Grattle _ + ODF Cle a x Page 574 THE SPEECH I DIDN'T MAKE A visit wth Mr. Himes always| we never had regular lessons. SS struggle down the trap line in the | bury,” he answered. “You're going 1] means an event. Sometimes we had spelling bitter winter days. They lay com-| With me—” and then he spoke slow “ — » | matches. These were very special fortably in their cabins and their|!y, @ pause between each word—"it j Next to grandmother, he has) 4. for 1 was a mighty speller, told “David and Peggy - more | stories than any other pioneer, 90 | ‘captain,’ the first name he called |] it ts no wonder he was all ready | Was ‘George Himes,’ and I thrilled | with pride every time. top them when ¢hey ‘pouneed me | “But this particular Friday we him tie minute he got in the} weren't having a ‘spelling match’; house, with, “Have you thought| word had gone out that there of any mora, Mr. Himes?’ | would be ‘speaking’ at the school house, And being Mr. Himes, he was} ““wriat meant that work would nquaws tended to such small matters It was true that the squaws wore out quickly; sometimés they needed be ing, and at about forty they with ered and died, or else*the blizzard caught them unprotected in the for- est-—-and then it became necessary to select another. This was an annoy. anes, but not a tragedy. One was usually as faithful and as industrious [1 bave to drag you there thru the mow. I was told to bring you back, and I'm going to do it.” | “You are, eh?” Harold scowled and tried to find courage to attack this man again, Yet his muscles humg| limp, and he couldn't even raise his | |eyes to meet those that looked #0/ leteadfantly at him now | “Sindy can go home to Buckshot and no matter who was chosen ({ of as another. — Hen tale her back you stole | “T’'m the bubble you blew with your dad’s shaving soap” |} ready tor them. be laid aside and fathers and it was rfectty evident that Sindy | her from him. nd you, Lounsbury din : 4, Seales wale eetileg out traps rotten ax you are, are coming yin! Soap-Bubble Land was a funny | crosslooking bubble, rolling up. “I'm ||, Brag goon oot pr gi me rag kh ey Hy et nar Pill stared at the woman, and for|™e. God knows I hope she'll drive | place. When Buskins stopped the the last one you blew. Look at me, | arora to school in the Puget | their little boys and girls ‘ea: the moment he did not see the littie| you from her door; but I'm going to litte appletres elevator and the|YfOWN as a lump of mud and ajf “armel to school in the Pugs | tele little boy aid Deparks growing to a flame in Har-| bring you, just the same.” strong acent of kerosene, Ughr | Sound country, ? ne ey ae fis ans eves. Harold's eyes glowed, and for the|TWins stepped off, dozens. of soap- not. was nervous as could be, my “That's too bad!’ mid Nick, “but! you see I couldn't help it.” But the bubble had worked him. | self into such a rage that he burst with indignation “Well, he wasn't happy anyway,” "I told you about the school, | hands got in my way, and I seem- how we had to walk a long way| ed to be getting stiffer and thru the woods, anda tong way | “lUmsier every minute as my turn | approached, and my head seemed |] across the open prairie, three! ict to work normally; in fact, I i] miles in all, to reach it, | | moment hia brain was too busy with | bubble | other considerations openly to resent people of every bobbing along to greet them. There} the words. Then his face grew cun-| were soap-bubbles from almost every ning. It was all plain enough: Bill | nation on the earth, altho it is shock. |loved Virginia himself. Thru some|ing to say that there nd | “What did you say™ he asked, sine came §nenacing. He haf caught a word ‘at bas come to be an epithet in| Korth But by taking {t up Harold made vt griomgpet was soared, i gevers strategical error. Bit! had|code of ethics that was elmost in i where there : a 4 tlre as Giber hecttated: by light of credible to Harold, he was willing to Sickune there ie toh ee ee |] “How ft was built of logs and| “About 60 people were there to dent idiom, to call a spade sacrifice his own happiness for hers. | sous, y | ik Duneh of bubbles came along || had the seats built around the| hear us; they brought in the Also he always had good r And the way to pay for the rough|” One big fellow sprang lightly up| mets @ Ons Which went like this:/} wata on two sides and how we| wagon seats and laid planks before he took back hix words. ‘| treatment he had Just had, treatment|tg the top of Nick's head and-bal- |» pm had to stand up for our writing | across for seats for the quests, bi ly, “that I'd} that he couldn't, at present at least.| goed himself there for 4 rif MR pbeaedhe Povral eg jensons becutm the desk was so| and there was mueh excitement aquaw man avenge in kind, was to win the girl | sserto, Micke he cntad inte tha tie | ee cere an 8 high. among the children. Harold's muscles set but immedi-|away from him. The thing was al-|41, noy's unr, ‘don't you know me?| hehe we splashed and we foamed “School meant a great deal to} “Just before my ‘peech,’ a lit. lately relaxed again. He shrugged |ready done, she loved him enough |i, the tae bubble som blew with | te ae us; tle G-year-old boy was to recite a ones. “And is it anybody's business |to search even the frozen realms of |) ‘ir sie We you Uiew will | We slid down the board, to you childreny.who have every-| poe. He was calkd; he went a tow ownt” he asked, the North for him: simply by @ litte oe ene on ariat ap ner, ee ie lanenter we roared, thing money can buy to make] forward; he threw out his chest; “tt hadn't ought to be, but it is,” | tenderness, a little care, he could | Considered very aris iad wire ae ee eee Susannah the |] your achools attractive. he lifted his chin; he raised his the answer. “It’s my business,|command her to love to the full plicgdely . geod yong "aa maid.” “This day that 1 am gotng to! right arm, and in a voice of ins nd somebody else's too.” He turned | in. Tif fact that Bill wanted her | "™ sepa Ft deg " eet tell you about was Friday. fant thunder, he began.” ofit er. Yo oe | him. | aid Nick. "Bs bid 5 | Diinece's'» at, aren't your" *| “You won't tell her—about Sindy? {When daddy found it out he took my | known only to soap-bubbles. serorennern is iihade tea aoe: weg ind me—except in my art—and for|love in my plays for those who felt ‘di se oases | “Not a® long as you're decent, |blow-pIpe away for a week. I have| It was a jolly place. PAA Whes 1 eked te i ot eG werk then | what's for you to settie for yourselt| ‘0 use Iuundry-soap now 'o Be Continued) Masters desired to dispense with my about my acting. His poor Mnelish| She went into hysterics when I those as ua adie .c 4 A rig bs ““Then you left Buckshot Dan—te|—whether she finds out about her “Don't I know it,” grumbled a] (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) services {continually turned to smooth French | (old her that I thought love the most |, teen robbed of everywhere, it, for all cynics which nobody in the company could | abused word in the language! understand, “At 17 how do you know that?’| Anderson asked me what had |she asked between giggles. ‘When I came to think about ft, waked me up. Nandy told me, for! Naturally, I aid not tell her any.|™Y eatalog of the needy included the good of my soul, that all my|thing more about my ambitions, /Pretty nearly everybody. |previous acting had heen the flim-| put I defined them for myself. Meadindthd axed 1 not Uke other girls! ‘That | was the only comment MeMasters made when he caught up with me at Ithe edge of the tented village. “Not ingenue—but ‘genuine,’ tha what's going on your bills hereaft me here aod live with this white| Harold believed him, While he| Yen?” j himself would bave used the smirch | Aarold turned to her with a enarl.|aa a weapon against his rival, he ‘on't answer him, Sindy, It's none| knew that Bill meant what he said “his business. hen his smolder-| “I'll go,” he announced, “If she's! eyes met “Now we'vejat the Gray Lake cabin, we've got| Confessions of a Movie Star 1921, Seattle Htar) (Copyright F enough. You can go.” plenty of time to make it before | ‘And so the gentleman learned “for |siest imitation compared to my work — —————,,) ¥ ’ 1 TE CIV ‘TING § 1S y I had arrived at a very fair eon: Somett the dark. oTER :, pe ° t Ties ia ta re yon ie noe 3 CHAPTER LXIV—MY AC T ING SHOWS | keeps” that there was a limit to the|in “Love Lorn ception of what ideal love ought to CASTO R IA Bias “put it's trie—we have xv IMPROVEMENT entertainment and the favors I| And the outcome of it was that I/ie, of what it might mean to civil felked just about ‘enough. I've got| Harold Lounsbury found to his wur-| But my day was not done, Get-|short cuts, I moat tmpolitely ran|Wwould accept from him dedicated myself to my art. ized human beings. For Infants and Children one question. Lounshury—do you | prise that they were not to start ting to the top of Broadbend with | away from my 50-year-old escort. 1 I, as well as MeMasters, learned| I didn’t tell Mrs, Nandy that at} 1t was very much like my girlish IN U £ FOR OVER 30 YEARS think’ by any chance—you've got once, It soon became evident that|McMasters had been a difficult|didn't care whether I offended him| something that day on Broadbend, |last I knew perfectly well what |dreams of love! | $s ary Wanhood left? Do you think | Bill had certain other matters on his|climb, It had taken two hours to|or not. I went to my work in “Love Lorn” |“Love Lorn" signified, But 1 did] And so I decided that I would! Always bears you're rotten clear thru?” | mind, ° make the ascent. It took me| ‘Two other producers had contracts! with new zest, Never had I acted | tell her that I never expected to find [dedicate my life to interpreting ideal TS Marold leaped then, savage as a! “Build a fire and put on some war! scarcely 30 minutos to g@down by | ready for mo to sign the minute Mc with such joy. Demalson was wild|a way of expressing what love meaut love for others, 1 would visualize Signature