The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 22, 1922, Page 9

Coprrtene rent permission of and by epectal arrange WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 22, 1922. GUNSIGHT PASS BY WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE Wiltiam Macleod Raine All rights reserved Printed bY ment With Houghton Afitrite Company (Continued From Yesterday) tell you gentiemen he'll look Into Rut West stuck to his guna “T/Your proposition. I am wiring an ain't aimin’ to try to change yore oll expert in Denver to return with mind of @ matter of business, Hor. YOu to Malapi. If this report is fa ace. If you'll tell mo that you Curned | Yorable, Mr, Graham will co-operate | down the proposition because it didn’t With you in developing the field. jook to you like there was money wm it, I'D curl right up and not say another word.” it doesn't matter why I down. I bad my reasons.” *[t matters if you're doin’ an in f@itice to one of the finest young fellows 1 know,” insisted the New Mexican stanchly. “Meaning the convict?” Call him that if you've a mind to. The Governor pardoned him yester. because another man confessed pee the killin’ for which Dave was sgricted. ‘The boy was railroaded on false evidence.” railroad builder was a fair. man, He did not want to De unjust to any one, At the same time he was not one to jump easily from one view to another. « “T noticed something in the papers bout @ pardon, but I didn’t know tt ) was our young ofl promoter, There | gre other romore about him too. A “stage robbery, for instance, and a murder with it” “He and Em Crawford ran down the robbers and got the money back, One of the robbers confessed, Dave hadn't a thing to do with the bold. wp There's a bad gang down in that country. Crawford and San. ders have deen fightin’ ‘em, so nat- rally they tell lies about ‘em.* “Did you say this Sanders ran down one of the robbers?" “Yes.~ turned dam thoughtfully. “I liked the young fellow when I first saw him. He Jeoks quiet and strong: a erif.reliant fellow would be my guess.” “You bet he tx.” West laughed Feminiscently. “Lemme tell you how 1 first met him.” He told the story hipment for him years before. Horace Graham nodded shrewdly. Beactly the way I had him sized tu I began investigating him. fell, let's hear the rest. What do you know about him? ‘The Albuquerque man @ther of Dave's conviction, of how bad educated himself in the pen- tary, of bis return home and went adventures there. “There's a man back there tn the Pullman knows him like he was bis @n son, a straight man, none bet. fer in this Western country,” West gonciuded. "Who is het “Emerson Crawford of the D Bar R ranch.” | “I've heard of him. He's tn this Jackpot company too, ten't het “He's president of it. If he says the company’s right, then it's right. “Bring him in to me.” West reported to his friends, a large smile on his wrinkled face. “I ) get him goin’ south, boys. Come along, Em, it's up to you now.” ‘The big financier took one com Prehensive look at Emerson Craw. |) ford and did not need any letter of Tecommendation. A vigorous hon- @mty spoke in the strong hand-¢rip. the genial smile, the level, steady i “Tell me about this young des- off on me.” Graham directed. Crawford told him. He began with | the story of the time Sanders and you gentlemen are trying to ) of his enemy into which he had been betrayed. had pursued the men who stole ni | Pinte and the reasoning which had led him to take it without process! the killing, of the young fellow’s| conviction, of his attempt to hold} @ job in Denver without concealing | his past, and of his busy week since | Teturning to Malapi. | “Now about your Jackpot Com | pany. @aily output of the gusher?” asked | Graham. “Don't know. It's a whale of a Well. Seems to have tapped a great lake of off half a mile underground My driller Burns figures it at from twenty to thirty thousand barrels a day. I cayn't even guess, because I know *0 blamed little about of].” Graham looked out of the window @t the rushing landscape and tapped on the table with his finger-tips ab | @ent-mindedly. Presently he an-/ mounced a decision crisply. | “If you'll leave your papers here; Number Three capped till then and} noticed that th TM look them over and let you know | what I'll do. When I'm ready I'll McMurray forward to you.” An hour later the secretary an- Mounced to the three men in the! Pullman the decision of his chief. | “Mr. Graham has instructed me to “He didn't tel! me that,” sald Gra. | of how Dave had handled the stock | told the) | Hart had saved him from the house| “He hasn't given out any official He related how the boy | pot. | | It was the morning after bis re | turn, Emerson Crawford helped himself to another fried egg from the platter and shook his knife at jthe bright-eyed girl opposite. | | “I tell you, honey, the a | wonder,” he insisted. “Knows what be wants and goes right after it Don't waste any words, Don't beat around the bush, Don't let any one boy's bluff him out. Graham says if I don't want him he'll give him a re. | sponsible jot pronto,” | | ‘The giri's trim head tilted at her | | father in a emile of sweet derision. | |She was pleased, but she did not | [intend to say se. | / “I believe you're in love with Dave | Sanders, Dad. It's about time for) me to be jealoun.” | | Crawford defended himself, “He's | |had a hard row to hoe, and he's) comin’ out fine. T aim to give him ory chance in the world to make It's up to us to stand by “It hell let us." Joyee jumped | | up and ran around the table to him, | | She sat on the arm of hie chair and | pressed her face against his head. | “It won't be your fault, old duck, if) | things don't go well with him. You're | good—the best ever—a fimdandy | | friend. Fut he's so—so—Oh, I don’t know—stiff ax a poker, Act# as i} he doesn't want to be friends, as if | we're all ready to turn against him. | | He makes me and tired, Dad. | Why can't he be—human?* “Now, Joy, you got te remem.) hat he was in prison and had jan awful time of it Oh, yes, I re member all that. He won't let us forget it. It's just like he held us off all the time and insisted on us | not forgetting it. I'd just like to shake the foolishness out of him.” “He cayn't be gay as Bob Hart all Jat onct. Give him time.” “You're #0 partial to him you don't | nee when he's doing wrong. But) T ane it. Yesterday he hardly spoke wheo I met him. Ridiculous, It's | }all right for him to hold back and be kinda reserved with outsiders. But ; | with his friends—you and Bob and lola Yuck Byington and me—he| fought not to shut himself up tn an j lee cave. And I'm going to tell him) | #0." | ‘The enttleman’s arms alld round her warm young body and drew her | close. | “You wanta remember you're a li?" | lady.” he reproved. “You wouldn't want to do anything you'd be sorry for, honeybug.” “I'm not so sure about that.” ahe finshed, amusement rippling her! face, “Some one’s got to blow up that young man like @ Duteh uncle, and I think I'm elected. IT try not lto think about being a lady; then I jean do my full duty, Dad. Itt! be fun to see how he takes [t.~ | Joyce found her chance next day. She met David Sanders in front of a drug-store, He would have passed | with a bow if she had let him. | “What does the off expert Mr. Gra-| | ham sent think about our property? | she asked presently, greetings hav ing been exchanged. jopinion yet, but he's impressed. The port will be favorable, I think.” “Ien’t that good?” “Couldn't be better,” he admitted. | It was a warm day. Joyee glanced re of law. He told the true story of|in at the soda fountain and sald! knew that Joyce just now waa in) demurely, “My, but it's hot! Won't you come In and have an ice-cream soda on me?™ Dave flushed. “If youl go as my guest.” he said atiffty. | “How good of you to invite mem) What do you figure as the |ahe accepted, laughing, but with a took to keep her voice from quaver-|arated him from her he did not spare tint of warmer color in her cheeks. | Rhythmically she moved beside him | rested on the onyx top of the table. | cut strokes he showed her the sor- to a little table in the corner of the | drugstore. “I own stock in the Jack- | You've got to give an account Have you found a mar-| ing to me, ket yet?” “The whole Southweet will be our) market as soon as we can reach it.” “And when will that ber asked. “I'm having some hauled to relieve the glut. ‘The railroad will be oper. | ating inside of six weeks, We'll keep) go om drilling in other locations. | Burns is spudding in a new weil to- day.” ‘The clerk took thetr order and de- parted. They were quite alone, not within hearing of anybody. Joyce! took her fear by the threat and Nancy, Nick and Buskins returned from Smoke Land in the litth ple- tree elevator just In time to see the the question. It's lost y cause he sounded such a great| Which was unfortunate for us Magical Mushroom poke his little “Oh, goodness,” cried Nancy, hold- . this is what the dean told | boys.” found bowler bat up thru the ground tng her ears. ‘I can’t understand a| d P. i d P. 00 (Te Be @ his way from Fairy Land. word you say, Mr. Mushroom!’ | © Vv an au. — an aris them: Continned) “This is luck,” he cried, when all “Well, don't get nervous about it,” | By Zoo Beckley ahhh quite gone, her nerves in the grip of |!ns tomorrow to the best gown- @f him had come thru. “Just the said the Mushtoom, laughing. “It cOupyeisint, 1004 ty The Gente’ 6 | NNER ' hysteria, maker in Paris ‘and get yours Yery people I’m looking for. I hope does sound a bit mixed up. But ft's! xa | ‘ ve of Hasl thek 0 ieeian ng in|ffocked out like an empress preg You won't need them any more, as simple as the income tax. Your : rn failure, Polly told her woeful story. asteniahinent.” ‘Than tt prs him | Presses dress well, dear?) and you're: Buskins.” daddy can tell you how very simple | CHAPTER XVIII—FIASCO But before she had ft oft, Paul] “And look at the thing!” she end-|that she really was miserable, that |MOt ins to give a d—a ste what uskines thought he could get that is. And this is just as easy.” | | ed with a despairing gesture, g|the disappointm : costs because you're my wife, an) Sp yor pa tg he said, as the You sec it's this way! Whenever| Polly could have torn the frock to, where {t shonld have receded and a i Pn eA * Aes ed sts sich dite ii ee Boek magat hae eine. O68 leg peombareeran td iclivee ei. * tap aan bine orp va vhere 00 ng! 0, vi oing— | round om" ction, | " » bs e #0 he'd be perfectly will-|in Fairy Land, the Vairy Queen | overwhelmed her. It wan not only| iy. « Dutch market woman. Ired eyes, dear! What's happened to | Seems pretty good to me. Gee, thing, was not a trifle, after all. He sg up right, 7 his little friends if they sends Nimble Toes or Silver Wing to the tix | irl? lovely ankles you've got, Poll knew how that was in business, He And now you and your husband somewhere els. f 4 nait | », . ‘y “But Paul—how can you say {t’s|ad been guilty of something rather going to walk on the Champs “Yen, the Fairy Queen needs 'em,” |question. He's a sort. of prime min. | which brought the waiey 9 Ales ee perl ped beypeigyity et Popes ‘gent Fd ne tie Nae gh all right! Don't you see what a" {similar at the office that very day. ees, and then take a cab to ee ee eer he needs ster to her highness, only he lives jcan money te nett van the devastat.|and have this hideous rag to show |oame and not have to tell you what| “Aw, come on! Stick some pow-| “Polly,” he crept softly to the|Marguery’s and have green turtle ‘ very much, ‘There is war be |at the third end of the earth and | lars that or Phat ote Soaps sai ra a fool I've made of myself.” Polly's |der on ir nose and let's go for ajbed and put his hand on her hot |S0UP and filet de sole and pressed jen the rs of the blue won't allow anyone to sce him. | He|ing dear e had been deceived and| She got up and began to drag|tears burst out afresh, Paul took|walk. I've had a tussle at the of:|forehead. “Forgive me, my own girl. {duck and champagne and strawberry re ie Semen oe oe ON | Se win acdc athe Mnlverpetaoned bragelbaerg the frock off. She would use her|her in his arms fice today. Let's forget | | understand, And let me tell you | lee. beard on phonograph records. All you have | chea' ‘oned you couldn't get own little money for it. ® * © She| “Tell me, darling. You know! “My head aches, I just can't go | something: “If you don't look up and kiss me “The Diddyevvers live beyond the to do is to put the record on a ma-| She had supposed you cll Th we would bundle it up and send it to her|there’s nothing you could do that|walking, I-—I'm too m-mismiser-| “You're going to give that dress| this instant I shall—go with the jane eee woounteins and the Hinadet | chine eed ply i, [bad clothes in ewe food, Yet there |poor cousina back home, Paul need| would make you seem a fool to me. |able Ard down upon the bed to the Janitor's wife (there must be |itor's wifer” Of the Ke notte is beyond the sev (To Be Continued) \2 ou could get poor for Pets bag Jagain fina Wale, (ber miseoctsol le dunitar pelamberes auaaou ee ies (fo Be Continued ¢ \ en valleys. Apy ENTURES OF oe wt THE LOST RECORD “This is luck,” he eried | “The thing they are quarreling| about in the record which Is to decide | cad the Wizard, to decide the (Copyright, 1922, Seattle Star) | da, Mr. Sanders,” ashe went on, “This she } t have suffered. We didn't] She turned on him with a little ina genea hold ua off like this.” [burst of feminine ferocity. “How So they went to grandmother| what you did to "member Wash- | “I¢ could tell youl’ He enid it in| dare you talk that way, Dave San. about ft 4 mother said, | by telling of the furtive whispering |tnet had fouled the prison life, made @nd getting out of it? A man is as would never guess, never in the! #24 celebrations much in the of it an experience degrading and | 00d as ho makes himaeif, It doesn't |] world, whom amother had| earty-day schools,” he wld. jeremre.. = otha aoe 4 a ng Pence ge Figg = ny er asked for a story—the dean of the| “The only holidays we ever had ternals of that existence, of | Pe 0 you dare tell me ° C ova yep had. riven, dressed, eaten, |that my dad wouldn't be worth lov: law school of the University of | were Christmas and the Fourth of | conten, PAGE 9 BY STANLEY THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN I SUPPOSE HE'S y THE OLD HOME TOWN OUR BOARDING HOUSE ALVIN, MY BOY, ONE OF “THE REASONS FoR GEORGE WASHINGTONS GREATNESS A PULLMAN CAR = OLD WASIHAT HE NEVER"IOUD A |] MAN HOOPLE ISANEGG [Ll VacHT Too! =THAT LIE! = You SHOULD Patten} YCANT peor spy } Dom's TONGUE Is Fi LING, * YOURSELF AFTER HIM ON ooo A NEI HAT mut Scun- sone IDEAL LIKE T DID WW MY {| \VaLLEV-FORGE' IS A ariel BROAD \ YOUTH! = BY “THE WAY, T HAD |\ a acKsMITH SHOP = ones | “WE ORIGINAL AXE THAT HE S\useD IN CHOPPING Downl THE YEH, I SAW TH! AXE IN A GLASS CASE ON — ASOR" HOOPLE ENDORSES THE cae 7 RON Moons. Bepinees Fe... DOINGS OF THE DUFFS TOM, SOME FELLOW HAS BEEN COMING HERE ASKING FoR WORK~ HE'S BEEN HERE FOUR DIFFERENT TIMES NOW AND I'VE TOLO HIM | Dlunged tn. “You mad at me, Mr, Sanders?” she asked jauntily. “You know I'm not.” “How do I know it she asked innocently, “You say aa little to me a» you can, and get away from me) LET ME TALK ‘To HIM~ FLLASK HIM WHAT HE WANTS AROUND HERE- IF You ToLD HIM ONCE THERE WAS NOTHING FOR HIM TO WERE GOING TO TELL HIM SOMETHING Yo’ ANY WORK ‘You'D LIKE DONE ? st ? a quick as you can. Yesterday, for | We Y yr. tanc “Good- || | HAD NOTHING FOR HIM To DO -HE DO, THAT SHOULD BE ENOUG I'S BEST To tne xaos, you'd hardly say / ps 4 RY AND I" GETTING THIS THING OF ANNOYING PEOPLE LEAVE WELL HAS GOT To BE STOPPED You TALK “I didn't mean to be rude. I was! busy.” Dave felt acutely uncomfort- | abla, “I'm sorry if I didn’t seem | sociable,” | “So was Mr, Hart busy, but he/ had time to stop and say a pleasant | ” The brown eyes challenged their vis-a-vis steadily. | ‘The young man found nothing to} say. He could not explain that he bad not lingered because he was giv- ing Bob a chance to see her alone, nor could he tell her that he felt it better for his peace of mind to keep away from her as much as possible. “I'm not in the habit of inviting young men to invite me to take so \\ AFRAID OF HIM= | THINK THAT'S HIM COMING IN HERE NOW! ee 23 CF FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS ENOUGH ALONE fe my first offense. I never Wid tt before, and I never expect to again. I do hope the new well will come in a good one.” The last sen- tence was for the benefit of the clerk returning with the ice-cream. “Looks good,” said Dave, playing Up. “Smut's showing, and you know | that's « first-class sign.” | “Tob maid it was expected tn today or tomorrow. . . . I asked you because I've something to «ay to! you, something I think one of your friends ought to say, and—and I'm going to do it," she concluded tn a voles modulated just to reach him. ‘The clerk had left the glasses and the check. He waa back at the foun- tain polishing the counter. Sanders waited in silence. THe bad learned to let the burden of conver. sation rest on his opponent, and he/ "3 Opened, Too ALL RIGHT TLL GET A NICE Bat He'll Stay Around Till It WOULD You LIKET Nl T DONT UKE : he } that class. She hesitated, uncertain of her opening. Then, “You're disappoint- ing your friends, Mr, Sanders,” she | said Nightly, | He did not know what an effort ft | | ing, her hand from trembling aa {t| himself at all. Dryly and in clean- ar Qrattle _ + | * + Cd CVERETT, “I'm sorry, “Perhaps it's our fault. he aad a second time. | didness of which he had been the| Perhaps | victim and left her to judge for her-| we haven't been . friendly | seif of its evil effect on his charac enough.” The Lifted eyes went | ter, straight into bis, | When he had finished he knew that | He found an answer unexpectedly | 6 nad failed. She wept for pity and | difficult. “No man ever had more murmured, “You poor boy. | SOMETHING, generous friends," he eid at last) you poor boy?" brusquely, his face set hart. | ‘The girl quemed at the tense feel , H® tried again, and this time he ing tack of his words. |drew the moral, “Don't you ses, “Let's walk,” she replied, and he |® marked man-—marked for life.” Ho eyes and mouth had | hesitated, then pushed on, “You're Toftened to a thnder smile. “L cant |fine and clean and generous—what talk here, Dave.” g |a good father and mother, and all) |this have made you.” He swept bia Bay Te ngage oP Boiege ry er hand round in a wide gesture to in-| town ito the golden autumn gun. |clde the sun and the hills and all light of the foothills, Neither of |the brave life of the open. “If I them spoke. come too near you, don’t you fen The silence grew at last too sig.|1 taint you? I'm a man who was nificant. She was driven to break it, | Sut up because— | “1 suppose I'm foolish.” she began “Tiddlesticks! You're a man who} haltingly. “But I had been expect-| has been done a wrong. You mustn’t | ing—all of us that when you | stow morbid over it. After all, you've | came home from—from Denver—the |! been found innocent.” | firnt time, I mean—you would be the! “That isn't what counts, I've been old Dave Sanders we all knew and/|in the penitentiary. Nothing can | liked. We wanted our friendship to| Wipe that out, The stain of it's on 19 help make up to you for what, me and can’t be washed away.” | OE nid Cleland _* Page 606 DAVID GOES A-HUNTING “Ter,” David mid solemnly, “Yea, your grandmother ts “do you know I think !t's awfully| right. I went to school here funny we can’t find a pioneer who| when I was a little boy, first at remembers a thing about how the) Port Gamble to O. S. Jones, then earlyday schools coletrated| after we moved to Seattle I went Washington's birthday? to the old South school—that was “Here this state was named for | about 45 years ago. That school him and everything, seems as if,| stood on Third, between Spring ‘specially when and Madison.” new, they must have done some-| Perry's eyes shone thing on his birthday.” “And will you tefl wus ‘bout * te it was kind of ington’s birthday?” she asked. ‘The dean looked kindly-fashion at Pegry and slowly shoot his head, “We didn’t have holidays ders! I want to be proud of you.) We all do. But how can we be if you give up like a quitter? Don't | we all have to keep beginning our lives over and over again? Aren't | we all forever getting into trouble | a whisper, to himself, but she just canght the words. “Won't you try?” she sald, ever so gently. He could not milly her innocence “I'm sorry, dear, but I don't seem to remember. I wonder—" Then she smiled and pretty soon she had a visit planned, and you July.” Then he smiled, “We used to play ball on the school grounds. The First Pres. byterian church stood across the street from the ball grounds— Washington, Only she didn’t call | him that, because sho had known him when he was a little boy; she called him “Johnnie Condon.” When they went into his office, | two little rabbits be- worked, exercised, and slept under [ing of he'd been orders. He described to her the cells, | times? oe four by seven by seven, barred,, built | The color cogent into his face, “I'm | in tiers, faced by narrow tron bal-|ot quittirte. « I'm going thru. The | each containing a stool, a/ point is whether I'm to ask my | In hia effort |friends to carry my load for me.” | | ep | (Continued Tomorrow) in prison forty | | | | chair, a shelf, a bunk to show her the chasm that # peared as the lost 809 francs, plus Why hadn't she been firm and |my was this awful frock, which bulged | know nothing about har humiliating