The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 23, 1922, Page 9

8, 1922. MONDAY, JANUARY 28, 1922. oy —- : - THE SEATTLE STAR Continged From Page © Dis, the wicked blood of the man @ pulsing #0 close that ahe could thrill the had left his ax outside the cabin at (and hear it, might set him on | fire again, He must destroy the evi de own death—he had a vague presenti ment of divaster—and this photo. graph must never be found beside his body, She knew his father’s story: her quick mind would leap to the truth at once. Besites, the ‘uction of the photograph—so that he could never look at It again might leasen his own bitterness and give him a little peace. He crumpled it in his hand, and turning, gave it te the flames at the cabin mouth ITin. And from the savage powers of Nature there came @ strange and an incredible response. The wind not shrieked, then seemed to whip about in the sky, completely changing di rection. And all at once the smoke from the fire began to pour in upon him, choking his lungs and filling Dis eyes with tears. XXII For a full moment Bill gave little | attention to the deepening clouds of pungent, biting wood smoke that the wind whipped in thru the hole he bad cut in the door. Likely it was ns. just @ momentary gust, a shifting in the air currents, and the wind would | soon resurn its normal direotion. Be sides, the discovery that he had just miade seemed to hold and occupy all * The night might bring his! | } floated, and the hours of night crept ———ae the territory of his thought: he was . Mrs, searcely aware of the burning pain resident, that the acrid, resinous green-wood rom the emoke brought to his eyes. This was f the most bitter moment of his life, » and he wax lost and remote in his mn at a dark broodings, The smoke didn't econd. matter. —— || He began really to wonder about it | when the room grew so smoky that it no longer received the firelight. | He had shut his eyes at first; now he twund it imposaible to keep them open. The pungent smoke crept into his lungs and throat, burning lke fire. He knew that it could no long iver i} er be disregarded. ' It had been part if his wilderness training to respond like tning in a crisis, Many times on the forest ‘The hole In the doar was like a flue the smoke—the deadly green-wood Smoke known of old to the woods nmn—streamed thru in great clouds. rill feat trails life itself had depended upon je you an instantaneous decision, then im- you up mediate effort to carry the decision alomel, out. The fawn that does not leap cents like a serpent’s head at the first ta, too, crack of a twig as the wolf steals toward him In the thicket never fives to grow antlers, The power to ac to summon and focus the full might ¢ the muscles in the wink of an eye .then to hurt them into a breach had been Bill's salvation many times. inert. He didn’, know what to do. The capacity for mighty and tn- potent. The: truth was that BN had been near the point of utter exhauation from his day’s toll in the snow and his labor of building the fire. The vital nervous fluids no longer sprang forth to his muscles at the command of his brain: they came tardily. if at a The fountain of his nervous energy had simply run down as the battery runs down in a motor, and it could only be recharged by a reat But there was a deeper reason be. hind this strange apathy. The last blow—the sight of the photograph of his father’s murderer and its new connection with his life—had for the time being at least crushed the ficht ing apirit within the man. The fight for Ife no longer seemed worth while. In his bitterness he had lost the power to care. ‘The smoke deepened in the cabin Tt seemed to be affecting his power to stand erect. He tried to think of some way to save himself: his mind was slow and dull Pie of the cabin. There was only a little hole in the door; to crawl thru it inch by Inch as he had entered. would gubject him to the full fury of the flames. Oh, they would sear and destroy him quickly if he tried to creep thru them! Ail night they had been mocking him with their cheerful crackle; they had only been waiting for this chance to orture him. He had to spring high to enter the little hole at all; there was no way to dodge the flames outside. But he might knock the logs apart and put. the fire out ‘There waa only a distance of two paces between him and the door, but he seemed to have difficulty In mak ing these. He reeled against the 1. But when he tried to thrust his arms thru to reach the burning logs, the cruel tongues stabbe at his hands. Put in epite of the pain, he reachet { again. The skin blistered on his ‘oa_ FD i i steadily melted the snow on which the fire had been built, letting the burning loge sink ever lower. Un- less he cov'd push his head and shoulders |. ru the opening, they were hopelessly out of his r ’ He remembered his gloves then fumbled for them in his pocket smoke could only be endured a seconds more. He caught hold edge of the opening and tried | The truth was that the fame had { to spring up. But the flames beat into hig face and drove him down again. f a moment he stood reeling, trying to think, trying to remember some resource, some avenue of es cape. There was no furniture to stand on. If he could cover hin face he might be able to leap part way thru the opening and knock the burning logs apart, He tried to open smarting eyes, but the lids were j wracked with pain and would not a / once respond. He made it at but the dense smoke was impervious door, It was curious that he could ive b if ” not see one star gleaming thru. B int. He knew th rihern w perhaps clouds had overspread. r only too well A few bw re t . Pal td Tal , Pin measure of heat ugainat his tace| uttering. then a siow warmth that | FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS ‘told him that coals were «till wing Ne thru the ve and waa th — — under the aches, yet he might be able S| herald of departure. He had snuck! 1 + Csars No WAY FoR. to creep thru. It wae worth trial: | Warmed thr t cabin 0 | most unbearable. His muscles were Fut tonight the power seemed gone.!more at his command now; with a| He was ow For long seconds his muscles hung great lurch he sprang up and thrust |r at the th | head and shoulders thru the opening. | Zid not know in what direction tho t hands, and for a long, horrible in siant he groped tmpotently. The flame was raging by now, two or| three pitch-laden spruce chunks blaz- | ing fiercely at once, and !t seemed 4 wholly likely that the cabin Itself would eatch fire. But he couldn't ach the logs. stantaneous effort seemed gone from |and his hand encountered hot coals |Cme turned around when he strode his body. His mind was slow too—jas he thrust them thru. Yet with | ut to light the match. Instantly he blunted. He could make no decisions | 4 mighty effort he pushed on untti|>e#an to search for the cabin door. He only seemed bewilderéa and im-| his wr He knew that he couldn't get out | | unbroken | mind under pe to his vision, ‘The firelight gave it| a ghastly pallor: His ax; With hie ax he could chon! the door awa His hand fumbled at bis belt, But be remembered now; OUR BOARDING HOUSE — BY AHERN Y WHAT! RUGTLE MESE TRUNKS UP “To"TH' SECOND FLOOR 2» HA-HA* SAY LADY, \F YOU HAVE A BUNDLE OF SHINGLES LAVIN’ AROUND T'LL SAY Bus GOT ME = WHAT DO You MUST BE AN MAKE OF ALL THISY! acTRESS! “HERE ARE FiVe SIX TRUNKS AND | /tWeV'RE TH’ MORE “TRUNKS A FOUR SUITCASES!// ONLY ONES MEND “TW! RooF Too!» My M\ 10 CoME iN /A\ T WONDER WHO / (THAT MAKE TRICK 1S" DELIVER “WH! /|||||!t>, wer 2 we Soir uP / | @ HoEBYOF TRUNKS "TO TH’ WELCOME} in we 2 TRUNKS! ! WELL THEN, JUST SET THEM Down WERE ! = You SAY MAT AN! LEAN ON “TH! 4 DOORBELL = ATS / | ike ' j tts Diade thrust into the apruce log i that had supplied his fuel } Suddenly he sdw himself face to face with seemingly certain death. It was urious that he did not feel more | fear, greater revulsion, It was al most as if it didn’t matter, While the steady sinking of burning | logs lesmened, in some degree, the danger of the cabin igniting—altew inches of snow Against the door re. maining unmelted—the smoke clouds | were™swiftly and surely strangling! him, Already bis consciousness was departing, He leaped for the epen: | ing aggin and fell sprawling on the | dirt floor, He started to spring up- But he suddeniy grew inert, breath ing deeply. There was still air close! to the ground, Strange be hadn't thought of it before-—just to He stil), | face close vo the dirt. It pained him | to breathe; his eyes throbbed and | burned, but at least it was life. He} pressed his face to the cool earth, | Yet unconsciousness was sweeping him again. He would feel himsett rifting, then with all the fall « power of his will he would struggle back. But perhaps this sweet livion was only sleep, His nerves! were crying for rest, Ones more he| by. When Bill wakened again, the last | [an gone. He. wan tewildered at | i ARRIVED= first, confusing reality with his! : —san, dreams, but soon the full memory | of the night's events swept back to/O@bin was only slightly less distant im. His faculties had rallied now,| han the one he had left. And his thought was clearer. The few | those endiess crit toverminable TT” WELL, DANNY ISN’T MUCH hours that he had rested had been | forests the blind, ung 4 not his salvation | find their way BETTER- | HAD THE DOCTOR Yet it was still night, He raised| He could conceive of no circum. || COME THIS MORNING AND HE his hands before his eyes but could | *t@nces whereby Virginia and Har UT not see even their outline. And the | ld would come to look for him short LEFT SOME MEDICINE Bi cabia ‘War atifl full of amoke, Sut |0f another day and night. They 2ia([| | CANT GET HIM To TAKEtT- it seemed somewhat leas dense now,| "Ot expect him back until the end DOINGS OF THE DUFFS dD hru AND THEN DADDY less pungent. But the smarting in| f the present day: they could not 1 DON’T THINK IT'S his eyes was more intense, | Dossibly start forth to seek him ur ANYTHING SERIOUS The fire had evidently burned | tl! another 4 And this man BUT I'LL GET HIM To down and out He etrugcied to! *hew what the forest and the cold TAKE THE MEDICINE his eyes, then gaxed ar a ¢ him 1 . ’ la in search of the o But he could member. He fought his! y to hile feet. His fumbling hands encountered | the log walls; then he ere Un he found the p gloved hands «ma sense of touch did not seem blunted He had never known a darker night! Now that he found the hole in the not seé the re. | to d survive unt annot fast is an they ox yple ma: perate and an ease he had lanke fire he would die y. He dian’ 4 HELLO THERE KID SMILE FOR DADDY COME SMILE GOING TO GIVE You YOUR MEDICINE! PAGE 9 THE OLD HOME TOWN RY STANLRPY mi i | Uy 7Z A B00K AGENT CALLED ON DOG < Hosa EAiY GY ONE MORNING AFTER Doc HAD BEEN UP ALL NIGHT WITH A SICK MULE All Right BY ALLMAN THIS ISN"T BAD To TAKE,SON WATCH DADDY HE’S GOING TO TAKE SOME: NOW WATCH! anny Got a Smile Is 1 Don't wa To TAKE 'T, She's Unreliabl BY BLOSSER the smoke in the cabin was still al ondered SCHOO. ANY ARE os OR. TEACHER I ght that already he The hot ashes punished hia face, | fire and the cabin lay. He had be He went down on his hands in the knew that he was nafe. snow, groping, then moved in a alow He stood erect. acarcély Ballewing | Cretul cirete. Just off Mttie sec in his deliverance. And the snow |Ond’s bewilderment. one variation had crusted during the night: it|from the circle, and he might ik Would almost hold him up without |the cabin altogether, That mea snowshoes. As soon as the lght|“@eath! It could mean ne came, he could mush on toward his| But in a me Twenty-three Mile cabin. It would | into his ¢ be a cold and exhausting march, but | the ashe next mo he could make it. The night was|cireling again, he found tm touched the icy snow. He bitter now, assalling him like a|4oor, He leaned against it, breath scourge the moment he left the warm | ng hard cabin; and the temperature would| (Continaed ‘Tomerrow) continue to fail until after dawn, | - The wind still Siew the mow dust— a stinging lash from the north and west—and it had brought the cold from the Bering Sea. It was curious that a cloudy night could be #0 cold. Yet when he opened | his eyes he could not see the gleam | of a star. The red coals of the fire, | “THE FAT OLD PILLOW too, were smothered and obscured in| ashe He stepped toward them, in-| te ding to rake them up for such| heat ax they could yield. Present? he halted, gazing with fascinated hor: * On PS ror at the ground. | aM I a ea, ai He was suddenly struck with a/| ghastly and terrible possibility. \ He] TROUBLES could not give it credence, yet ‘the | thought seemed to seize and chill him like a great cold. But he would] know the truth ina moment. It was always his creed: not to spare him- | self the truth Surely it wauld be simply an interesting story—this of hig great fear—when he returned | with is backload of supplies to Vir- | ginia. Something to talk about, in the painful and embarrassed mo. | ments that remained before Virginia | and her lover went out of his sight | His hand groped for a match. In| hin eagerness it broke off in his fin. | gers as he tried to strike it But soon he found another. Ee ee era nent ie mg | Pillows of all sizes and shapes |return from their last adv@hture, ee eae ody inna | were pinned to a clothesline between | Buskins had mentioned a country o jth maple trees in the yard. It was in the sky which he cal “Th a} he usecleaning time and the whole Land of Runaway Feather hin glove and passed hin hand over |family of them wus getting a sun-| “Lat’s go over to the orchard,” sald the upheld match, There was no|Ming. The granddaddy of all the pil. | Nick lows r 0) was doubled longer sibility for doubt me |1ows, a bie fat bolster, v ager & yf . vr tomach, as tho) Away they ran to the a “Somewhere,” the big man cor tinued, “I got hold of some pink tissue paper. Where, I. cannot imagine, for colored tissue pap was a rare treasure in pic |] days out here. “But this precious possession, 1 got out from its hiding e, and ri fai s tien T slipped out in the dusk to It seemed to add to his misery when the maid came out and started to beat him with a stout cane. ie Se warden. t as raight I went, stra any bee to a flower, to the corner 1 had marked, I knew what I liked and I knew what I was go- per Filled with a sick fear, he removed ing to wrap in my lovely r onions! me on,” said Nancy. “What could be better than Sine Sines amiavted is teak jover the line on his | pina? he ertet Jut here in|he had a tremendous pain trom over-|which had the funny ttle old wood} onions right out of the ground, the snow and the forest—blind?’ stuffing, like kiddiws get on holidgys. en house tucked away in its boughs cic. Aub ot ita: entra It was true. The pungent wood| It seemed to 1 to his misery. ‘The Twins looked around in the emoke had done a cruel work. Unti]| When the maid came out, and started grass with their sharp eyes to see if|f| bread sprinkled with it and time should heal the wounds of the|to beat him with @ stout cane. He the Magical Mushroom had left the eaten after school and before tortured lenses, Bill was blind swelled up still more, with indigna:\Green Shoes for them, But nary a ppertine? tion, probably, until he was in a fair thing did they find but a few brown way to burst. In fact, he was bur white petals blown down by the I was going to give her onions xXIIT ing. A tiny rip appeared in o wind from the blossem-laden I selected 12 nice round, even Standing motionless In the dread: | jig wides which mrew to quite 4 branchés: If sized ones, from what I had gath-| fol gloom of blindness, indensibie to! ana in @ twinkling several “We'll have to climb,” sald Nancy 1 . . ed peeled 0) arefully, the wing cold, Bul made himself crowded out an in hoes today! [feed peeked -shees eee look his sit mtn the face. Ha! tare away over the tree-tops up into acid Nick, “the house || wrapped them and was ready mind was no longer Birar ae Hyoct the sky won't move, I just know, when we've “They gave me courage—those It waa coni, analytic: he balanced one |‘? - They’ nary shoes sut let's ‘Oh, look," erled Nancy. “They're only ordinary shoes on, But let's ' air od th ’ A |} onions, for when Tot to school paige are pag pte the | nailing straight into the sunt’ try, anyway nope BAe GORE OF DS emai prone tas soon as nhe had maid It,she Up they scrambled becmmueamvere cir mun onsmRi ef It did not occur to him to give UD. | pemembered--and Nick remembered, (To Be Continned) | It is never the way ot the sons pes too ~what Puskine had said on their) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | spite of that, : wilderness to yield without a fight. |°—* . ~~ | to see me, Was deptocued, They know life in all its travail and ; y while my —— i refused to se but also they know the Cold nd was tied up. death, No matter bow jong the odd Confessions or a ovie AU | an answer to his proposal, 1 hadn't are, the wiklerness creature fights to : decided what it'would be. his tast breath, Bill had alwayn| (Copyright, 1921, Beatle Star ap Pe gerne ges ea eee fought, his life had been a great war! Pr ecal ho Mii of which birth was the revellle and) CHAPTER LXX—WHAT WILL CISSY THINK OF ME?] 1 aiant’ want to have him bother He was wholly velf-contained, hin] If my sight were gone or my face) porters were not cheerful, Rvery day|ing around while my h fect discipline. He | disfigured, my career ag a movie star | Motherdear had to talk to them. like a laundry bag. would figure it all out and seek the|was ended. Motherdear knew that Tho sensational turn of the acel t certainly would jar him some,’ best way thru. Long, weary milew| as well ae I, but neither of us put the | dent had inte ed my old fans and|{ told Motherdear of trackless foreat stretched between | thought into words, made thousands pf new ones. “THe thinks of wonderful things to him and safety. There was no food| Kven to Motherdear the specialist] M ture as T went down before |de for you, May,” she reminded me: in this cabin. no blankets; and the| had not be reassuring, Kor a long | th a 1% reeled off every|"You ought to be a liltie apprecia fire was out, Lis Twenty-three Mile|l time the builleting given to the re} event in thousands of cities, In Uve, auser Gomi To ) L ‘OU TO TALKS You Page 580 (Chapter 3) | andy, when he came 1 looked | WELL + ER~ A — \WAAT MAKES You AW-ONE DAY SHE TELLS SOMETHING'S {THINK THAT, ( US 24ND2 IS 4, WRONG WIM HER ) —1_ FRECKLES? AN! TH! NEXT DAY THEN, op ro SHE SAYS 3 AND I aie ri iis s4a? Heo, EVErReRr— (HIC)- CISHEN, L Know’ WHEeRe S C'N GET ALL tH! HOoTcH L WANTS r® Stattle * or HIS OWN the next morning I felt quite bold and brave and I walked up to the pretty little girl, and motioning to | her with one eloquent thumb to follow, I went off in a corner. | Sire came. “7 handed ber my gift without a word, and without a word she accepted it She didn't even thank me, but KNwow WHERE & - (HC) = HEY, DON' GO Way | 1 didn't care, for she smiled up | thru her curls, and after that, somehow, though neither of us ke of it, things were bet- lever 5 ter ! “gay it with onions! daday | broke in. Daddy had been listen | ing to the story all the time. “Well,” said the big man, “after a bit she moved to Olympia her father had a store and got rich, and she began to grow | ang went into society, and 1 was | still a Little country boy “And then one day when T was | in town all muddy from my long walk, she siw me, and she ran | acrors the street and seem glad to see me that I went hoi happy as a kir ' (To Be tinued) bedietiad ——— I of contentment, And I thought my. And, after all, that was not the big self a wery fortunate girl, for if bean of my life, . My acting was for but a fe me flowers which I couldn't see, books, disiasais (koe pao : : ah a few years, | which I couldn't read, candy which \3 c as for life. Ir ce oul dn't eat ious to have me fall back upon him| I had supposed that I had only to had mi phone calls which T/ fof the rest of my days. | choose one career—or both, con’ one to talk to Cissy, I spent] I now perceived that the privilege Jof my mouth had beon cut open by | part of one morning deciding to have| of choice had been taken from me. @ ]the swipe of Galree's big paw | Motherdear phone him to come that| I remembered how Cissy had scrap. Cisey was devoted, I grew almost | afternoon, and then a most unfortu-| Ped his injured car, {tender toward him, | nate doubt popped into my mind He would have near him—only—= | | T began to look upon myself as &| What would I mean to Cyrus shel-| Perfect thin | most fortunate little girl, I did not don if my face were deeply marred? | _ {fe Te Continued.) belleve in marriage as a basis of per My eyes no longer hurt me, but ee ee ‘e } manent happiness, but T did believe | could not open them: scratche! Jack was an old English term ap in it as an institutioy which could bejon my brow I had never deen, 4| Ped generally to servants managed quite itis hadnt’ had feoljngs, wh Clasy was most kind. He had sent wore too marred up to remain in the mo’ 3, these was Ci one corner) — 1 wante from my own nuld bave to] Salvation Army was organized tat London in 1865. fuctorily on strictly business pring I belloved in the bh