The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 23, 1922, Page 11

DAY, FEBRUARY THE SEATTLE STAR PAGE 11 UNSIGHT PASS BY WILLIAM MacLEOD RAINE Coprrtent rere by writ A Raina All rights reserved. Printed by Permission of and by «p gement with Houghton Mittin Company (Continued From Yesterday) “What are your friends for™ demanded, and her ey » like Stars in a field of snow, “Don’t you See its an insult to assume they @on’t want to stand with you in your trouble? You've been warped, You're @aten up with vain pride.” Joyce! Bit her lip to choke back a swelling im her throat. “The Dave we used to know waen't Uke that. He was friendly and sweet, When folks were King ty him he was kind to them. He wasn't like—tike an old poker iBhe fell back helplessly on the simile Bhe had used with her father. | i don't blame you for feeling that he said gently. “When I first ‘Out I did think I'd play a lone . I was hard and bitter and @efiant. But when I met youll mand found you were just like home folk#—ali of you so kind and good, far beyond any claims [ had On you--why, Miss Joyce, my heart Sanders was on the next train. He still much needed at Malapi to look after getting supplies and ma ehinery and te ar ae for & wagon train of ofl teams, but he dropp: or delegated this work for the mor important call that had just come. His contact with Graham uncov ered a new side of the state builder, one that was to impress him fn all the big busihess men he met. They might be pleasant socially and bear | him @ friendly good-will, but when | they met to arrange details of a| financial plan they always wanted | their pound of flesh. Graham drove & hard bargain with him, He ued} the company fast by legal contro! of | its affairs until his debt was satie fied. He exacted a bonus in the form of stock that fairly took the breath of the young man with whom | he was negotiating. Dave fought him round by round and found the great man smooth and impervious she! ¥ wo : q Went out to my old friends with «| %* polished agate. Fush. It sure did. Maybe I had| There were times when he left the to Be surt to keep from being conferences with Graham or his lie thal tenant wick at heart because of the| uphill battle he muat fight to protect his associates. From Denver he went East to ne fotiate for some of] tanks and ma terial with which to construct reser voirs. Mis trip was a flying one, He entrained for Malapi once more to look after the looe ends that had been accumulating locally in bis ab- sence, He worked day and night. Often he slept only a few hours. He grew lean in body and curt of speech Lines came into his face that had not been there before, Rut at | work apparently he was tireless as steel springs. "Oh, if that's It” Fer eager tace, \ flushed and tender, nodded approval “But you've got to look at this my way too,” he urged. “I can’t re pay your father’s kindness—yes, and | yours too—by letting folks couple | with She turned on him, glowing with color, “Now that’s absurd, Dave San- Gers. I'm not a—a mice little china | doll, I'm a flesh-and-blood girl. And | I'm pot a statue on a pedestal. I've Kot to live just like other people. ‘The trouble with you ‘x that you Want to be generous, but you since Want to give other folks a chance tobe, Let's stop this foolishness and ; be sure-enough friends—Dave.” He took her outstretched hand tn “hte ‘brown palm, smiling down at ‘All right, I know whea I'm deamed. “That's the first hon- smile I've seen on yo if face since you came back.” if “I've got millions of ‘em in my System," he promised. “I've been hoarding them up for years” “Don’t hoard them any more them,” she urged. “I'll take that prescriptt Doo tor Joyce.” | undermine the company. Dave's men | |finished building a bridge across a! gulch late one day, It wae blown | up into kindling wood by dynamite | that night. Wagons broke down un- expectediy. Shipments of supplies | failed to arrive. Engines were mys | teriously smashed. The responsibility that had been | thrust on Dave brought out im him unsuspected business capacity. He worked without nerves, day tm. day out, concentrating In a way that | brought results. He never let him self get impatient with details. Thor oughness had long since become the habit of his life. To this he added a 4 The soft and shining oral of her face rippled with gladness aa a moun. | 2¢ common sense, unshine in| Jackpot Number Four came in a T've found | od well, tho not a phenomenal one ‘again that Dave boy I lost,” she toid| like its predecessor. Number Five! dim. | was already halfway down to the/| “You wont lose him again. he ands Meanwhile the railroad crept Malapi was already talking celebration when the first Ite 4 | council had voted to change the name | “We thought he'd gone away for | of the place to Bonanza. goed. I'm so giad he haan‘t.” The tide was turning against “No. He's been here all the time, | Steelman. He was still a very rich | but he’s been obeying the orders of | ™&n, but he seemed no longer to be | & man who told him he had no bus} |“ lucky one He brought in @ dry/ nees to be alive: well. On another location the cabie| / “And now I dont know whether bad pulled out of the socket and @ right,” she mld ruefully. forty-foot auger stem and bit lay at warned me I'd better be care. the bottom of a bole fifteen hundred His best producer was some good | Pumping. oe any Seok ohek Siar ete, troubles, a quiet Lttle man had don't reeret it” dropped into town to investigate one She added, m «| Of his companies, .He was a gov. Desttant murmur, “You won't—mis | *rmment agent, and the rumor was understand?” that he was gathering evidence. His look turned aside the long- , oe Mashed eyes and brought a faint flush On the Dodge Up In the hills back of Bear Canon two men were camping. They break- fasted on slow elk, coffee, and flour. iod-water biscuits. When they had From Graham came a wire a week | finished, they washed their tin dishes after the return of the ofl expert | with sand in the running brook. } to Denver. It read: “Might’s well be hittin’ the trail,” “Report satisfactory, Can you one growled. } come at once and arrange with me| ‘The other nodded without speak. | Plan « ot organization? Hing, rose lazily, and began to pack | | The minute he touched the mountain he gave such a bounce! that he landed on a distant iskund, Buskins said that he had an er. rand in his own country and that he'd leave the Twins with the Mush room, if they didn’t care. “You've been a big help,” he told in parting, “and thank you| ‘very much, I hope you'll have no| “Come,” trouble iff finding the lost record of | room, savage and there will be all sorts of trouble until it is found.” | He disappeared then, and the last |the Twins saw of him was a pair of boots stalking away over the tree-tops. large said the Magical Mush-| ‘you have your Magic Green | Longhead the W: because 1/Shoes. You'll have to go at once to| know the Diddy ers mre very|the first mountain. It was there | fierce, 1 the Korsknotta are very|that Nimble Toes lost the record! ———~|that told whether the Diddyevvers |with the blue hair were more hand. jsome than the Korsknotts with the | green beards.” “The first mountain 1s made of | rubber and no one can cross it is, no mortal at all, | forgeta the charm,” |Mushroom. “And Nimble Toes for. got the charm. The minute he touched the mountain he gave such a bounce that he landed on a dis- tant tsland, and the record went |spinning out of his hand. No one can tell where it went. Whether to| “Cascarets” 10c If Sick, Bilious, Constipated That! or no fairy who | waid the Magical | You're bilious! Your liver and bowels need a thorough cleansing |t%@ bottom of the sea or up to the j ‘ sky. And ay long as it I lost the} with Cascarets, then the headache, | 1 \ayevvers and the Korsknotts will | dizziness, bad breath, and stomach | ))0% reknotts wil te at war, and there Is no hope for peace because the question must be nicest ups and | ee aed.” Taste like decid. | | “Couldn*t we go back to Long | head the Wizard and get him to say | misery will end. ping on earth for grown 0c a box. Advertisement. | sic weiay. %4 It over again?” maid Nick that wouldn’t do,” said the ISO Mushroom. “Because Longhend| won't say things twice. I’ve a sus picion that he forgets, but, of course, he won't let on. We'll have to find| the record.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Beattie Star) Meanwhile Brad Steelman moled to |- }the horizon in a sky of blue. | squat man said aloud. ir |in evidence when they left the camp: | | the biscuits. | film certainly looked like smoke. | chapparal now might do untold dam- }Iong, bright OUR BOARDING HOUSE M7 WELL, You CAN MOVE. AH BUT f WTO THE THIRD | MADAM = WE f FLOOR ROOM ANY IME You'RE READY= ONCE BEFORE ~ WE WAS A MAGICIAN , AND HE VANISHED WITH ATWO Mi RY\ BOARD BILL! a) pene ty | the camp outfit. Presently, when he had arranged the load to his satin faction, he threw the diamond hitch and stood back to take a chew of tobacco while he surveyed his work. He was a squat, heavy-set man with a Chihuahua bat Also he was a twogun man. After a moment he circled an arrowweed thicket and moved into the chaparral where bis horse was hobbled The man who had spoken rose with one lithe twist of his big body, His eyes, hard and narrow, watched the shorter man disappear in the brush. Then he turned ewiftly and strode toward the shoulder of the ridge. In the heavy undergrowth of dry weeds and grass he stopped and tert ed the wind with a bandanna hand. kerchief. The breeze was steady and feirly strong. it blew down the canon toward the foothills beyond. The man stripped from a scrub oak a handful of leaves. They were very brittle and crumbled in his hand. A match flared out. His palm cupped it for a moment to steady the blaze before he touched it to the crisp foliage. Into a nest of twigs he thrust the small flame. The twigs, dry as powder from @ four months’ drought, crackled like miniature fire- works, The gras caught, and « smal! line of fire ran quickly out The man rose. On hie brown face was an evil umile, in bin hard eyes something malevolent and sinister. ‘The wind would do the rest. | He walked back toward the camp. At the shoulder crest he turned to look back. From out of the chap- paral a thin column of pale gray amoke wag rising. His companion stamped out the re mains of the breakfast fire and threw dirt on the ashes to make sure no live ember could escape in the wind. Then he swung to the saddic. “Ready, Dug?” be asked. The big man growled an aasent and followed him over the summit into the valley beyond “Country needs a rain bad,” the man in the Chihuahua hat com. mented. “Don't know ag I recoltect & dryer season.” The big hawk-nosed man by his mide eackled in bis throat with short, aplenetic mirth. “It'll be some dryer before the rains,” he prophesied. They climbed out of the valley to the rim. The short man was bring ing up the rear along the narrow TOM, WHAT HAVE You IN THE PACKAGE? It wan the bed of the new road al- ready spiked with shining rails “I'm goin’ to town,” Doble. Shorty looked at him in surpris “Wanta see yore picture, I recko Ita on oh swung his head to scan with a Mackerel clouds were floating near Was ot amoke just over reward poster that or was It row of the be our an’ ride in after dark.” campfire.” the “L smothered Shorty fell in with the idea. hungry for the fleshpots of Malapi. If they dropped im late at night stayed a few hours, cover, they could probably slip out of town undetected. nexw in the danger. “Damftidon't traf along, Dug.” ‘ore way-no about that.” “Like to see my own picture on the poles. sawed-off I'l’ Doncha monkey with him you're hell-a-mile with @ six-shooter One thousand dollars reward for arrest and conviction. | big guy that proper.” “Them's clouds,” pronounced Doble quickly "Clouds an’ some mist * from the gulch.” “I reckon,” agreed the other, with | no sure conviction. Doble must be right, of course. No fire had been ingground, and he wag sure he had stamped out the one that had cooked Yet that stringy gray He half of a mind to Fire in the hung In the wind go back and make sure. " Shorty looked at Doble. “If tha’s fire, Dug—" |wards will earn it,” said Doble “It ain't. No chance,” snapped the | grimly. ex-foreman. “We'll travel if you| “Goes double,” agreed Shorty don’t feel called on to go back an’ stop out the mist, Shorty,” he add-|to «pend it. Which he’s liable not ed with sarcasm \to.” The cowpuncher took the trall| ‘They headed their horses to the announced | Same for the| ellow that gets one o’ them vet |“Tle'll earn it even if he don’t live} U/ WE WON'T MIND f p of telegraph poles, 1| | trail-ribbon, He turned in the #ad-/ been told,” he said, grinning. die to look back, a hand on his) Today,” went on the ex-foreman | jhorse’s rump. Perhaps he did this | stubbornly because of the power of suggestion.| “pig” raw-boned guy, hook nose, Several times Doble had already |jeather face, never took no prize as @ lady's man, a wildcat tn @ rough | searching gaze the other side of the | house, sudden death on the | valley | draw,” extemporized the rustler, pre sumably from his conception of the “1 He in the chapparal tif! night | With the impulsiveness of his kind, He was and kept under | | The reckiess- | of his nature found an appeal | rant. | onless | | } again, Like many men, he was not| west. As they drew down from the| a «meer. Dug was| mountains they left thé trail and , Shorty decided, and took to the brush. They wound jn | he did not want to make a fool of | himself. Doble would ride him with | heavy Jeers all day An hour later horses on the a and out among the cactus, north and into the foothills above the town. When they reached Frio Canon y swung off into a tim- bered pocket debouching from it Here they unsaddied and lay down to walt for night, {to Be Continued.) Polly and Paul—and Paris By Zoo Beckley (Copyright, 1922, by The Seattle mar) the mesquite and they rested thetr acronn| | line wiguagged the desert and reflected the eun rays CHAPTER XIX—THE DREAM DRESS FEevery morning after Paul had set this woman.or that One of them | You out for the “stove studio” Polly proved uncommonly pleasant would walk to where Americans fre reliant girl named Norma quently gathered who had come to France as a war It was 90 good to hear the familiar worker and had remained to study. Yankee voices, to see the clean It was with Mies Bradly that Polly shaven, wellaetup men, the whole-went to Paverel's to get her some girls with their neat silkendress” after the heartbreaking fall. | ankles and pointed shoes and smarture of the one from the mide street clothes: “1 don't want another such ex She often made acquaintances andperiencd’ said Polly with a shud went shopping or sightweing withder all too real bearing gradually to the | | jn did the same thing, trying to econo. mize, and I've learned to go either |to the big department stores for | readymaden, or to the good modistes. a weit. | don't Bradly, | sometimes have to scrap like every- | “real | kindly and found her an immense relief from Vv le and took @ catlike pleasum in | There was a blue ene—Paul loved | too eostiy. T've about decided on a RY AHERN WEY LOOK LIKE’ H PAY-IN- ADVANCE TD ME* TLL BET r) THEIR ACTIS A HSOB=THEY COUL! GET {T 'BOOKED’ SSS SAN HELEN, | BOUGHT THIS COAT FROM A FELLOW FOR ALMOST NOTHING - GREAT BARGAIN - HE NEEDED THE MONEY AND LET ME HAVE IT! THE CAP GOES WITH IT = * aden AND IF THEY GIVE You TOO MUCH ICE CREAM AND CAKG YOU MUST SAY,"NO STANK You, T DONT CARS FOR ANY MORE ! Be tabel 607 THE DEAN ON Perey swallowed a little disap- pointed sigh when she knew they had failed once more to get that story of the first celebration of Washington's birthday in Seattle. But David's eyes were all lit up with expectation; he scented an- other kind of story in the dean's remark about the “I’reshyterian church across the street.” David simply loves to hear about the things men did when they were little! It sort of encourages a fellow when his mother and teacher seem to think he's being unreasonably obstreperous. The dean went on with his re membering: “I was only a little fellow then; we had our lessons in the room downstairs, and we had a lady teacher, Upstairs where we all hoped to go when we should be promoted was Prof. In- graham.” “We know him,” Peggy inter rupted, “he did tell us about the little boy who threw the sunshine in the school room with the lttle | mirror.” “That's the man,” the dean said. “He was a pretty stern teacher, tho, if anybody got into | mischief. | “Ll remember one day we were having 4 great game and I was tak “Bless your heart, I should say not! I know just how you feel. I get stung every time if you Toven at the best places you hing to get exactly what you want. tome on, Ill help you.” Norma was a comfortable girl, good humored, Polly Violet Rand who, try as she would, he could not ike, Violet, she felt, ushered 4’ Exposition" —a showroom exquisitely decorated mauve and pale yellow. There was | Pered Norma, “but it would make a a stage draped thick-| woman of 70 look 1 nesses of chiffon in shades of purple, mauve and cream, and bright with |in itr footlights, The audience sat tn smal gilt | too evening-ish. chairs under amber-shaded lamps and the mo upon the stage, walking, sitting and sometimes taking little |ling. tance steps to show off the ball ndured her only to be with Paul, TRIAL batting particularly well. “My muscles felt taut and my head clear, and I felt as if I could do almost anything.” (David rubbed his hands over his knees underetandingly, as he sat on the tippest edge of his chair, listening.) “I saw the ball coming; T was ready; I hit it a resounding whack ~~and like an echo from across the street, whither my ball naa gone, came the sound of splintering glass! “A church window! “The boys gathered around me, ® sympathizing group. Most of them had had experiences of the same sort. They knew how I felt, “Whee-ee,’ said one, ‘'spose Mr. Ingraham will know who threw it? “‘Let’s run,’ said another, won't tell on you, Johnnie? “But I knew what was coming. Nothing of any consequence ever escaped the principal. “Who threw that ball? we heard him call from the upstairs window “I did’ T said. “"Did you break that win. dow? “*Yea, sir,’ lead “It will cost you 75 cents, You can pay {t tomorrow.’ “That was all, but any man whe ia old enough to remember, knows how serious a fine that was to a 10- or 11-year-old boy tn 1877.” my heart felt Tike scratching whenever possible, At Paverel’s this time they were made Polly gasp a bit, but the skirt Salon | Was round and full, falling from a theater-like jvery long waistline, into the “Special litthe in| with many undulated slowly out standing, ‘rocks. THE OLD HOME TOWN THE OLD HOSE REEL WENT TO PIECES ON THE RUN TO THE WAGONWORKS Fine YESTERDAY: PS | blu | | | | BY STANLEY _ NOT SO BAD- NO 1 DONT BELIEVE IT WiLL 0O NO,! GUESS NOT- TTS A NICE COAT FOR You- EVERETT TRUE «> BY CONDO HERE'S YouR Coat CYING AffiounD AGAIN JUST WHERe eit ee a WCE what man doesn't?—of taffeta, | marvelously simple but with what Mnest The lowness of the bodice | |eatin crepe de chine. I could wear jit afternoons or evenings either, | Look at that one with the adorable | puffs of sleeves! And the wide, shal- jow neck-lime, and that wonderful }rosette-thing on thé hip. Oh, I be- |leve— Would 1 look well in that shade of brown with the orange?” “You'd be a perfect duck in it, It's 80 simple and distinguished. I'd have it, no matter what ft cost. Rather timorously, Polly signaled the saleswoman that she would try on the brown with the orange, It “Then that tete-de-negre lace with | was exquisite on her. the silver underneath—what a dar-| But as sho finally gave the order, How do they manage the /her heart pceipes beating at the lasing on that skirt?” “No-no,” considered Polly, “looks “I should call it a hip-line,” whis- Why don’ you get it? You'd be a perfect dream But Polly said firmly. “No. It’ I must have some. thing more practical.”