The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 20, 1922, Page 9

BY WILLIAM Copretent 1992 by William Macleod i permission ef and (Continued From Yesterday) He w not because he wanted *< to go, but because he could not os cape without being an ungracious boor ‘ Joyee flew to meet her father ayes eager, hands swift to caress his rough face and wrinkled coat She bubbled with joy at his return, and when he tok! her that his news Was of the best the long lashes of the brown eyes misted with tears. “I've brought company for sup: Per, honey,” Emerson told her. She gave Dave her hand, flushed And smiling, “I've been so worried,” She explained. “It's fine to know the news is good. I'll want to hear it all” SWe've got the stolen money back, . exploded her father. “W Know who took it-—Dus Doble and that cowboy Shorty Miller,” “But I thought Miller—" “He escaped. We caught him and brought him back to town with us. Crawford seized the girl by the shoulders. He was as keen as a boy to share his pleasure. “And Joy—better news yet. Miller con foxsed he killed George Dobie. Dave didn’t do it at all” Joyce came to the young man im- Dulsivety, band outstretched. She was glowing with delight, eyes kind and warm and glad. “That's the Dest yet. Oh, Mr. Sanders, tent it His impassive face gave no betray al of any happiness he might feel in his vindication. Indeed, something almost sardonic in its expression chilled her enthusiasm. More than! the passing of years separated them from the days when he had ehyly but gayty wiped dishes for her in the kitchen, when he had worshiped her with a boy's uncritical adora- Sanders knew it better fhan she, @nd cursed the habit of repression had become a part of him in prison days. He wanted to give happy smile for amile. But he d not do it. All that was young ‘and ardent and eager in him was dead. He could not let himself go. Even when emotions flooded his i” ebill eyes and set face. Keith was his viave, a faithfn! ad mirer whose eyes fed upon his hero this young man's deeds discussed Bntii Dave had come to take on @imost mythical proportions. He asked a question in an awed ‘voice. “How did you get this Mil) cad ‘We fust asked him tf plegate.’ “Iam glad It ts," said Joyce em- tieally. “Any news today from Jackpot * Number Three?” asked the president of that company, “Bob Hart sent tn to get some supplies and had a note left for me at the postoffice,” Miss Joyce men- tioned, a trifle annoyed at herself Because a blush insisted on into her cheeks. “He says biggest thing he ever saw, but it's going to be awfly hard to control ‘Where ts that note? I must have Put it somewhere.” Emerson's eyes flickered mischief. *Oh, well, ne mind shout the note. That’ ivate property, I reckon.” “I'm sure if I can find it—* “Ill bet my boots you cayn't, tho,” he teased. “Dad! What will Mr. Sanders think? You know that's nonsense. Bob wrote because I asked him to Jet me know.” ‘Sure Why wouldn't the secre. tary and field superintendent of the Jackpot company keep the daugh- ter of the president informed? I'll have it read into the minutes of our Next board meetin’ that it’s in his Guties to keep you posted.” 1, if you want to talk she pouted. “There's somethin’ to have put into the minutes of the next meeting, Dave,” Crawford went on. “And that's yore election beart, no evidence of it reached his | steadily. He had heard the story of | flowing | it's the} ¢ I'm goin’ | MONDAY, FEBRUARY 20, 1922. GUNSIGHT PASS lacLEOD RAINE Raine All rights reserved. Pri ot With Moughtem Miffitn Ce as treasurer of the company. | | want cfficers around me that I can | trust, son. | “I don't know anything about finance or about bookkeeping,” Dave j satel | “You! learn.» We'll have a | bookkeeper, of course, I want some jone for treasurer that’s level-haided jand knows how to make a quick turn when he has to, some one that uses the gray stuff in his cocoa nut, We'll rix a salary when we get goin’. You and Bob are goin’ to have the active management of this concern. Cattle y line, an’ | aim to stick to it, Him and you can talk it over and fix yore du ties so's they won't conflict. Burns, of course, will run the actual drillin’ He's an Al man. Don't jet him go." Dave was profoundly touche No | man could be kinder to his own son, could show more confidence in him, than Emerson Crawford was to one who had no claims upon him He murmured a dry “Thank | You"; then, feeling this to be tnad equate, added, “I'll try to mee you don't regret this. | ‘The cattloman was a shrewd judge of men. His action now was based solely upon humanitarian motives. | Here was a keen man, quick-witted. | steady, and wholly te be trusted. one certain to push himself to the | | front. It was good business to make it worth his while to stick to Craw tord’s enterprises. He said as much to Dave bluntly, “I doubt whether you've chosen the right man,” the excowpuncher | }said, smiling faintly. “The moat 1] ever borrowed in my life was twen- | | ty-five dollars.” | “You borrow twenty-five thousand | the same way, only it's wier if the | }luck’s breakin’ right,” the cattle man assured him cheerfully, “The easiest thing in the world to get} hold of ts money—when you've al | ready et lots of it.” “The trouble is we haven't.” “Well, you'll have to learn to look like you knew where it grew on dushes," Emerson told him, grin ning. The foreman of the D Rar Lazy R came in after supper for a con- ferertce with his boss. He and Crawford got their heads together in the sitting-room and the young people gravitated out to the poreh. Joyce pressed Dave Into service to help her water the roses, and Keith hung ground in order to be near Dave. Occasionally he asked ques ons irrelevant to the conversation ‘These were embarrassing or not as/ it happened. “Bedtime for 'T boys, Keith.” his sister reminded bim. “Oh, lemme stay up a while long er,” he begged. Joyce was firm. She had schooled her impultes to reeist the little fel | low's Diandishments, but Dave no Uced that she was affectionate even in ber refusal. “You're Keith's hero, you know,” the girt told Dave, her face bub bling to unexpected mirth “He tries to walk and talk like you. He asks the queerest questions. To day I caught him diving at a pillow on the bed He was making-tetieve to be you when you were shot.” Her nearness tn the soft, shad owy night shook his self-control, The music of her voice with its drawling imtonations played on his| heartstrings. | “Think Ill go now,” he said abruptly. “You must come again.” she told him. “Keith wants you to teach him bew to rope. You won't mind, will you? | “T'll be right busy,” he said awk wardly, bluntly. She drew back within herself | }"I'd forgotten how busy you are, | Mr. Sanders. Of course we mustn't impose on you,” she said, cold and stiff as only offended youth can be. Striding into the night, Dave cursed the fate that had made him what he was. He had hurt her |boorishiy by his curt refusal of her |triendship. Yet the heart inside him was a wild river of love. CHAPTER XXVIII At the Jackpot At the Stag Horn corral Dave | hired a horse and saddie for « night | ride. A fine mist of off began to spray | him when he was still a mile away jfrom the well. It grew dense as he came nearer. He found Bob Hart, in ollskins and rubber boots, bossing a gang of scrapers, giving | directions to a second one building a dam across a draw, and supervis ing a third group engaged in siphon ing crude of] from one sump to another. | “‘La, Dave! One sureenongh Iit- tle spouter!" Bob shouted cheerfully mber Three's eure She's no cougher. a-hittin’ her stays right up SMOKE “Yeu,” said the little smoke ring who was telling a story up in Smoke Land, “I was ever so worried when I saw that my master was frowning, and decided that it was the letter ‘as holding that displeased him /*l hung onto the corner of the mantelpiece as long as I could, and then I decided to look at the letter for myself; so I floated over to his shoulder where I could easily see the written words. “And thiv was what I read: ‘Dear brother, 5 been a long time si Shoes jast long: erty, 1522 First . repaired at Lib Advertisement. ry ~adv REDIT- GLADLY * TYLISH 5 CLOTHES MEN- & WOMEN -EASY PAYMENTS Money-back guarantee with eve: suit. Laff. the Tailor, 1106 Outfitting 1342 SECOND AVE. 209UNI( OO}! ADVENTUR Clive Roberts Barton RING'S ES TWINS STORY I have written to yon, so no doubt you'll be surprised to get a letter. | I wouldn't be bothering you now, but I'm in trouble. I've been sick since I came home from the war, and out of work Mary has been! sick, too. I'm’ getting better and can work soon, but our savings are gone | and if you could lend me a hundred | dollars, V'll pay it back the first minute I am able. Your brother, ohn.’ ‘Oh, botheration’ rich man. ‘I ca I need every cent rrumbled the 't help the fellow I can get my hands on to buy more of that stock that pays #0 well. I can’t help it if h wick.’ “By this time more of my broth-! ers were coming out of the pipe and when I told them the trouble they ere as indignant as I was. So we t our hea gether and decided © do something. We all got ‘round his h and murmured into his . ‘Poor John! Dear John! Don't remember when you were boya| ther?’ you “And the rich man began to think his youth and his little brother, Suddenly he got up, strode over | to his desk and wrote a check for a thousand dollara and put it into an of lope. feel that I've done some good earth,” said the smoke-ring »roudly (To Be Continued) | (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) “What's the good word?” You’RE THE FALL Guy! we ‘o hacte:* edeaitie HIM! JUST FORGOT ABOUT IT- LIKE To LOOK ; ; | pandora then rlaped cut namie’ 1] HE ACTED ALL RIGHT AFTER | EXP AT Yr J You'RE WELCOME To IT, MY, “Looks like,” agreed Bob. “ANY | dextination also, it appeared, was the § “one by the savages are but little | od back to see not sister, but a Zu wy St, Rut wel) met. sentpt | "wi, nave resched Denver be dio |: Gila te Aeunbabiat his tail twitching, twitching, THE OWNGSGR !! any call lean. They may Stoviman | .verea that Crawford had, téllowed “Now tell the cougar story,” | twitching, : ’ i owns the bank. Bie ble apt “| the governor to the western part ot |] grandmother prompted, hat’) “I remembered that men «aid have ny ‘eam n't prob. | the state, where that official had/} such @ nice, scarey one for! animals could be held at bay by a oe case to ty Laasaee fone to open a sectional fair, San-|f pavie” | steady stare, but the cougar could : he great trunk was h f e n expert back with me we aii bal married. jt n «8 my ‘ foe OM" cah wer’ nla heart totam Gait kann Gate an “T had been 1 and mother! head, behind me the cc with veri \ Wy alk | taken as ae ee ee cha: ight benefit | teeth bared e Ne making @ loan. We'll have to talk | president of the American Live Stock|} ‘ousht the change mig! Yee eee ee ee THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN OUR BOARDING HOUSE SO THAT HAT 1S MADE OF |{ AW, WHAT DO YOU On! THEY “TAPPED You WODeR. BEAVER SKIN, EH BUS ? = “TRAMPS KNOW BOUT 1/512 For 'KT CHUCKLE Nawr- sues | LNEVER KNEW BEAVERS [/ CLASS 2 «THIS HELMET] I GOT A BETTER ONE dh tt s |CAVORTED ON BACK FENCES |] 16TH’ ADVANCE AGENT/| THAN “THAT AND 4 AY NIGHT I'LL BETH FUR ff For EARLY SPRING Ai BESIDES FoR SOt~ ON “THAT CANOPY WILL STAND |] STYLES IN SKULL THAT OP 1S GONNA ON END EVERY TIME YWALK Hoops! BE A TREAT FoR“! PAST A DOG! AGOOD JOB HERE AND! LIKE TH” WORK’! NO-NO-1 SAY DID You HEAR ABouTr JOE HULK PZ, JOE HULK WiLL NOT TRY TO GET ON A BIG LEAGUE BALL TEAM THIS YEAR HE WILL PLAY ON THE HOME TEAM EXCLUSIVELY AND RETAIN HIS PRESENT JOB— Ye scents mnamrasst Ape a maT ALLMAN steady on the job. Bet ive wai] DOINGS OF THE DUFFS The Valuation Fluctuat BY lowed in a million barrels of the TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS A thru a viscid pool’ to Dave aed ||| WELL. TOOK A CHECK PORTHE RENT MONTH FOR THIS OLD Dump! OVER TO THE LANDLORD TODAY AND asked a question KIDDED HIM ALONG ALITYLE~ TOLD in a low voloe. FOR RENT- I'D CAN ‘YOU BEAT THAT! - WELL | GUESS THERE AREA LOT OF BIRDS THAT WOULD LIKE TO GRAB OFF A NICE LITTLE PLACE LIKE THIS IF THEY COULD GET IT- ——Y There is SOMEONE AT THE DOOR BOY- Youre weicome ! get of news, "Got the express money back, captured one of the robbers; forced a confession out of him, and left him with the sheriff. Bob did Indian war dance in hip boots u're the darndest go- getter ever I did neo. Teli it to mo, you ornery ol’ scalawag.” His friend told the story of the! day so far as it related to the rob bery. | “I could ‘a’ told you Miller would Weaken when you had the rope round his soft neck, Shorty would ‘®’ gone thru and told youall where to get off at.” & ~* i r4 , * Miller's yellow. He did ‘ quit with the robbery, Bob. Must LOSSE. have been non: bad, I reckon. = ee He admitted that he killed George Doble—by accident, he claimed. NES, BUT THINK, Says Doble ran in front of bim while be was shooting at me.” } “Have you got that down on paper?” demanded Hart. “Yea.” Bob caught bis friend's hand. “1 reckon the long lane has turned for | you, old focks “1 can’t tel? you bow damn glad I am. Dobie needed killin’, but I'd rather you hadn't done it.” The other man made no comment on this phase of the situation. “This brings Dug Doble out Into the open at last. He'll come pretty near go-, ing to the pen for this.” “I can't see Applegate arrestin him. Hell fight, Dug will, My notion is he'll take to the hills and throw off all pretense. If he does he'll be the worme killer ever was known in this part of the country You an’ Crawford want to look out for him, Dave.” “Crawford says he wants me to be treasurer of the company, Bob.| you two my.” You and I are to manage it, he| An hour later Dave rode back to| says, with Burns doing the drill | tows. | ing.” ber ov naga “Tha's great. He told me he was fonna ask you. Betcha we make the ol’ Jackpot hum.” THINK OF THE BAD OF Tu’ GooD INFLUENCE INFLUENCE HE HAS T HAVE ON Z — ar Grattle + ARS You THE JANITOR OF THS Pviw0roins F CHAPTER XXVITI Dave Meets a Financier On more careful cor sideration | * “D’ you ever hear of @ man land) Crawford and Sanders decided peor, Bob Jagainst trying to float the Jackpot | ‘“ “Bure have.” | with local money except by the sale || @ “Well, right now we're off poor. | of enough stock to keep going until | According to what the old man anys! OF, abel _C the company’s affairs could be put|| elandJ there's no cash in the treasury andjon a substantial basis. To apply - ¢ got bills that have to be paid.|to the Malapl bank for a loan| Page 604 WHEN I WAS A LITTLE GIRL “Tut why @id the Indian sneak row path which had been cut thru off lke that?’ David wanted to! the berry bushes, You know that ten thousand he paid| would be to expose their financial | in to the bank to satisfy the note.|gondition to Steelman, and it was He borrowed it from a friend who|certain that he would permit no took it out of @ trust fund to loan! accommodation except upon terms it to him. He didn’t tell me who that would make it possible to , ea > A the man is, but he said his friend! wreck the company |] know. “What made him do it] “That was in Southern Oregon, "Janitor? Yes, s'n would get into trouble aplenty if| «rm takin’ the train for Denver|| when you were kind to him?* and the gooseberry and raspberry it's found out before he replaces | * tomorrow, Dav older | bushes grew so thick that ft Tacs CARETAKER. the man “I had been kind,” Mrs. Kahler the money. Then we've got to keep f pn said. “You stay here for two-three |} told him, “but he had no assur-| made a solid, prickly wall on WHAT DO ‘Cou of the ether accountatcan wait’ |cav# and sel shough stock to Keep |1 ance that when the ‘white man’ either side, no that one could not + cece! us off the rocks, then you hot-foo “Can't we borrow money on this | it ror pe ton: tir tha aes Yee got home and I told him how the! possibly turn aside from the path. gusher?” let there I'll have it all fixed up Indian had begged to come in. the) One must go on or turn back. “We'll have to do that. Trouble | with the governor about a pardon.”|1 white man would not kill him for} “I was strolling along listiceaty is that oll isn't a marketable asset until {t reaches a refinery. We can| Dave found no difficulty tn dis |{ pushing his way into the house.| when I heard something behind ell stock, of course, but we don't |POs!NK Of @ limited amount of stock “You nee, the Indians feared the | me, and supposing it was my sis- want to do much of that unless |!" Malapl at a good yong hagred er settlers, with good cause, Not | ter I sald without turning my we're forced to it. Our play is to|h® took the stage for the junction head: and foliowed Crawford to Denver, An junobtrusive little man with large white teeth showing stood in line be hind him at the ticket window, His every man who came West in the | fifties brought his conscience with | him, and the stories of wrongs | keep control and not let any other interest in to oust us. It’s going to take some scratching.” I didn’t know you were com. ing, dear; did you bring a cup? “She didn’t answer, and I look- respi |ders had no credentials except a let- | at'll tal “That's not much of @ story,”| outstare me, and I began to feel |ter of introduction to the manager | . Kahler protested, “I was) in a panic very shortly. “Yes. And tme's one thing we Mrs. Kah | r an re acy cites atk oe. ee s rere. ; us " | just a young girl and had gone to "Tight in front of me, and at can I do for you?” asked hier ole wh 4 = ; : . Whoever underwrites this for U®| that gentleman live with an older sister who was) across my path was a fallen tree, He was quite will it over with Crawford and find out how much treasury stock we'll have to sell locally to keep the business going till I make a raise.” “You and the old man decide that, Dave. I can't get away from here ull we get Number Three roped and muzzled. I'll vote for whatever me. “One afternoon I got up and told sister I believed I would walk down to the creek, the day was 60 fine, So I started down the nar a ey Ne eeneme ooo | grin, yellow eyes steady as are lamps and on either side of mo the impenetrable tangle of waist. high briars.” (To Be Continued) Association i “I want to meet Horace Graham.” | “I can give you a note of intro-| duction to him. You'll probably have to get an appointment with him thru his secretary. He's a tremendously busy man, (Continued Tomorrow) Polly and Paul—and Paris By Zoe Beckley (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle mer) something that looks like Paris.” “How much, smiled Polly, “is 1,900 francs—1 always have to trans- late into doliars? Let's see, about $160, isn't it?” “Yes, but you've got to add the tax; that brings it close to $200." Why don’t you get some little dress maker to copy one for you? I did once, and it only cost me $60. There are lots of places in side streets where you can save heaps of money and get things just as good,” Polly seized the idea, and felt her spirits rise with a leap. As she watched the rest of the promenade her mind was busily planning, she would show Paul how cleverly she could manage. —' wore, Polly knew that the art of dress was not the superficial thing some people said it was. She pictured herself in the evening gown of rose silk tulle that a black. haired girl was wearing. There were big “plaques” of mauve and cream chenille flowers set cunningly into jthe frothy material and a hip sash lof the same colors, Never in all her life before had appealed. She had not realized that| In such a gown any woman could Polly felt such @ longing for beauti-| a whole personality could be changed |be beauliful and fascinating—could ful clothes, She had been quite con-|by clothes, make men love her; hold any man tent to have her things of nice ma As she sat In that exquisite show. | who was already hers . “It would exactly suit me,” Polly told herself, glancing to see if Paul was watching it. “Peach of a dress,” said be, as if she had spoken aloud. “How much would’ such a thing cost, d'you| Polly winced. She had never paid 8'pose?” | $109, for a dress in her life. She “I wonder,” murmured Polly, fee}. | Wondered if Paul would think a hun- ing afraid to ask, |dred an impossible price? Could he An American woman sitting next|afford it? But two hundred—that her was interested in it, too, She, Was out of the question, Her heart! One day, when Paul had gone te was stout and gowned expensive! \sank, the office, Polly prowled. Priming in awful taste, “Are all the things as expensive | herself with her few French phrases, “Not very showy, as that?” she asked her neigh |her map, her pocket dictionary and CHAPTER XVI—THE “DRESS MICROBE” she remarked terial, her tailored suits well made|room of Paverel's watching the hu-) And that semi-dress frock of deep |food naturedly, “for 1,900 franca! I} “Oh, you could get something for!her most self-reliant manner, she . but unobtrustv her other frocks be-|man display figur mincing and) blue lace and the silver tissue, the|prefer the ecru taffeta with the tan-/a hundred and a quarter, maybe—a | sallied forth to conquer the sartoriql coming and fairly modish, But |sulling before her, full of confidence slender skirt tapering off in points |gerine velvet tunic; that's only 250|tailored suit, or something very | world. * n° a ‘ clothes as @ special study had not\and grace becaum of the thingy they that revealed lovely ankles! francs more and then you've got simple, They do charge terrible! (To Be Continued)