The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 12, 1922, Page 11

WEDNESDAY, APRIL 12 (Coatinued From Yesterday) CHAPTER I Tt much affected his relations with hose nearest to him—grith Mabel With Fortune, and with Twyning, In Whose months, and in the months fol lowing, the year changing and ad Vanging in equal excitementa and strong opiniena thra winter tpto spring, he found himself {ncreasingty @ut of favor at The Precincts and increasingly estranged in his home. his own fault. Detached ve m the fond getaghment of the daily Dicyole ride, awake at Bight mentally pacing about the as @embied parts of his pussies, he told himself with complete impartiality that the cause of these effects was entirely of his own making. “I can’t Stick shouting and smashing"—“I can't help seeing the bits of right ip the other point of view:" (hove were the causes. He was not difficult to Bet on with: that was the effect of the complaint, “Really, Sabre, [ fing it most dit ficult to get on with you nowadays, Mr. Fortune ysed to say, “We seem Rever to agree, We are perpetually At lomgerheads, Loggerheads. 1 do Most strongly resent being perpetual ly bumped and bruised by unwitting participation in a grinding congestion Of loggerheads. And Twyning, “Well, 1 simply eqn't bit it off with you, That's all there is to it. I uy to be friendly but if you can't hear Licyd George's Dame without taking up that kind of attitude, well, all 1 can may is you're | trying t put wp social barriers in| & place where there's no room for) social barriers, apd that's in bush And Mabel: “Well, if you want t@ know what | think, I think you're getting simply impoesibie to get oo with. You simply never think the same as other people think, I should have thought it was only common de. eency at @ time like this to stand up your own class; but, ne, It's always your own clasy that's in the Wrong and the common people who are in the right,” “Always.” He began to hate the ‘word “always.” But it was true. In those exciting and intensely opinion. @ted days it seemed there was never @ subject that came up, whether at ‘The Precinets or at bome, but he found himself on the other side of the argument and giving intense dis- pleasure because he was on the other side, in Mabel’s case—he did not Particularly trouble himself about what Twyning and Fortune thought but in Mabel’s case, much set on bis duty to give her happiness, he ame to prepare with care for the — places of their intercourse Mever with success. Places on aguravations drove her to ber angriest protesiations of how utterly Mmipossibie he was to get on with Rever looked dangerous as they were approached: he would ride im to them with ber amicably or with a slack rein—and suddenly, mysteriously, un- | expectedly, he would be floundering. the relations between them yet a Little more deeply foundered. Susbh utterly barmiless looking placem “And those are the people, mind you,” said Mabel—not for the first time—“thoge are the people that we have to lick stamps for Lloyd George ter" This was because High Jinks bad) Deen sen going out for her after. on with what Mabel described to Sabre as @ trumpery, gee-gaw pera wel. The expression amused him. “Well Why in heaven's name shouldn't High Jinks buy a trumpery, geegaw par- asotr” “1 do wish you wouldn't call her High Jinks. Because she can’t af. ford a trumpery, geegaw parasol.” He spoke bemusedly. No caution that he could see. W @on't know—I rather like to see them going out in a bit of finery.” Mabel sniffed, “Weill, your t Servants look really nice in their aps and aprons and thelr black, if they only knew it finery, as you call it, awful for words.” they look too Signs of flying up. He roused him- | gelf to avert it. “Oh, rather, I agree. What I meant was I think It's rather Nice to see them decking themselves ut when they get away from their | work. Rather pathetic.” “Pathetic! She had flown up! He said quickly, “No, here, Mabel, wait a bit. I ought to have explained. What I mean i« they have @ pretty rotten time, all that class, When High Jinks puts but look 2, 1922 4 for} i, 1) In their bit of | being human once a week and al termate Sunde And when you get @ life that finds pleasure in a trump ery, geegaw parasol, well that’s were pathetic still, See Real anxiety in his “See? Rut the thing was done, “No, | absolutely don't. Pathetio! You really are quite imposalb! I've giver up even trying to understand your ideas, Pathetic She wave her sud den laugh. “Oh, well,” said Sabre. Deeper foundered u the to get on with And pathetic the matter of Miss Bypass. pase was companion to Mrs. precisely same word came Mins Bty Hoom paid at the vicarage, in the Garden Home Sabre dreaded and feared the vioarage. He paid thie oali, with shuddering, ia pursuance of his endeaver to do with Mabel things that gave ber pleasure }(And in the ne uncengenial of most jsens to think, characteristically, “After all, to do what she's specially asked Sive up the bike ride.” | The Vicarage drawingroom was huge. handsomely furnished, wuch | adorned with signed portraits of roy a} and otherwine celebrated persona, and densely crowded with devoted | parishioners, Among them the Rev erend Boom Bagshaw moved eulkily te and fro; amidst (hem, on 4 species of raised throne, Mrs. Boom Bagshaw ve impresgive audience. The moth er of the Reverend Boom Bagshaw was a massive and formidable woman who seemed to be swaddied in eey eral hundred garments of heavy) | crepe and stiff satin. She bore a distinct resemblance to Queen Vic- tora: but there was stuff in ber and upon her to make several Queen Vic }torlas. About the room, but chiefly, ae Babre thought, under his fee fussed her six very emall dogs were called Fee, Fo and Fum, which were brown toy Poms; and Tee, To, Tum, which were biack toy Poms, and duty of Miss Bypass. Every day Miss Bypass, who was tall and pale and usly, was to be seen striding about Penny Green and the Garden |Home in process of exercising the ‘ing their importance and decorating [the pavements In accordance with | the engaging habits of their lovable jcharacteriptics. In the drawing room | Mise Bypass cccupied herself in stooping ebout after the six, extract ing bread and butter from mouthe—they were not pilowed to eat bread and butter—and raixing them for the adoring inspection of visitors unable at the moment either prostrate themselves before the | shaw Few spoke to Miss Bypass. Those who did were answered in the curt ously defiant manner which was her }habit and which was called by | hel aborminably rude, and by Fiend pathetic. As he and Mabel were tak jing their leave, he had Miss Bypass jim momentary conversation, Mabel standing by. | _“Hullo, Mise Bypass, Haven't man aged to see you in all this crowd, How're things with you?” “I'm perfectly well, thank you.” “Been reading anything lately? saw you coming out of the Simeey Miss Bypass gave the impression of bracing herself, as tho against sus- pected attack. “ and they were for my own reading, thank you | uppose you thought they were Pi *!| Mrs. Boom Bagshaw.” | Certainly her manner was extraor \dinarily hostile. Sabre took no no- tea. | “No, I bet they were your own. You're a great reader, I know.” Her tone wes almost bitter | Diekens and that sort of thing.” | “Weil, you might do a good deal worse, you know. There's no one jie Dickens, taking everything to- | wether.” She flushed. You could almost see) she was going to say something rude That's a very kind thing to say to uneducated people, Mr. Sabre makes them think it isn’t education that preventa them enjoying more ad 4 @ trumpery, geegaw parasol, | vanced writers. But I don’t suffer ‘9 human. That's pathetic, only ' from that, as it so happens. I dare. KO] ADVENTURES ne ¢ y~) OF THE TWINS » Clive Roberts Barton < up between them tn | Bagshaw, the mother of Mr. | Bagehaw, Mabel hated Miss Bypass | [because Miss Hypass was, she sald, jthe rudest creature she ever met, | And “ef course” Sabre took the op | posite view=-the ridiculous and mad. dening view—that her abominably | rude manner was wot (rude but pathetic ‘The vocasion was an afternven call Of all houses them, 9 Ubia oall at Une viearage, he) 1 haven't got the decency | * | abrop There | and the six were the especial care | dogs; the dogs, for their part, shrill | throne of Queen Victoria Boom Bag: | | 3 suppore you think I read nothing but | It) ‘YD ME, MIGS CHURCH? A CORY OF A PARISIAN CREATION WORN AT THE FAMOUS 'LONGCHAMPS! YT WAS A SENSATION / | } |aay some of my reading would be pretty bard even for you.”* | Sabre felt Mabel pluck |aleove, He glanced at hor Was Very angry. Mise Bypass, deliy | ered of her au flushed, her h at Hor face drawn back. He smiled at ber. “Why, I'm sure it | would, Mise Bypass. I tell you what, |we must have @ talk about reading Jone day, shall we? 1 think it would | be rather jolly to exchange ideas |__An extraordinary and rather. alarm ing change came over Mins Hy pasw | bard faee, Sabre the | going to cry, She | ¥elce, “Oh, I don't r \thing partioularty good Mr. Sabre, thank you.” w sald, “Eb? were “How ext What about? outetdp, Mabe! <linary you are! j | “Making: up to that gtrt like that! I never heard such rudeness as the way she spoke to you.” Sabre said, “Oh, | don't know.” “Dent know! When you spoke te her so politely and the way she an swered And tien you reply quite pleasantly—" | He laughed you “You didn’t did yout* fo, of course I didn’t expect you | j eye. | |to give her a hard punch im the eye. | | But I should have thought you'd have their | bad more sense of your own dignity | jae to take no notice and invite her to have @ talk one day.” | He thought, | He «aid, “Well, but look, Mabel, I to adore Mr. Roore Bagrhaw or to| don't think ahe meang it for rude- j ness. She is rude, of course, beastly |rude; but, yon know, that manner jot hers always makes me (rightfully | sorry for her,” “Sorry” “You, haven't you noticed many 14. | people like her with that defiant sort | of way of speaking—people pot very | well edueated, or very badly off, or jin rather a dependent position, and |most frightfully conscious of it | They think every is }down on them, or patronizing them jand the result is they’re on the de one fensive all the time. Well, that | awtunly pathetic, you know your 1} life being on the defensive; back ogainst the wall; can't get away; al the mob. By Jove, that's pathetic, | Mabel.” | She said, “I'm not letening, you) 1| know.” He was startled. “1 aay I'm not listening. “Eh? } know that whenever I aay anything! about any one I dislike, you immedi. ately start making excuses for them, I simply t lieten,” | He mastered a sudden feeling with “Well, it wasn't very inter he said, it certainly warn't. Pathet ve her sudden burst of laugh think such extraordinary | things pathetio: I wonder you don't | start an orphanage!” He halted and faced her. “Look jhere, 1 think I'll leave you here, I | think I'll go for a bit of a walk.” in hin esting ] She Pretty hard, sometimes, not to— | ut 1 At The Precincts the increasing habit of neeing the other side of j tht ngs was confined, in its increasing jexemplifications of how impossible |he was to get on with, to the furl ously exeiting incidents of public af. fairs; but the result was the same: the result wae that, just as, on open | ing his door op return home at night OUR BOARDING HOUSE = z. WE MADAME SAID IT 1S! RACE "TRACK IN PARIS! words, was deeper | ought she was! expect | me to give her a hard punch im the/ “Hore we are again” | looking | SEATTLE WAS SUCH | are / OW, MRS, “ | HOOPLE = /T MINK rr A DREAM! PERFECTLY nee “TRACK (T THEMSE gp heeeneeenastae OH YeHeTHAT HAT” ATOTH' FRENCH RACE | ALL “TH! HORSES © | TH! JOCKEYS HAD Fige PLUG TURN YO GET OFF AN’ RUN A RACE STAR BY AHERN WATT "TILL You A RIOT LIGET A FLASH AT ME ON EASTER TLL STRUT OUT WA RIGGING \YMAT'LL MAKIE A STOPPED PS GREEN WITH wes! a ve| DOINGS OF THE DUFFS tein} OW THERE'S SAID WHEN | MARRIED WILBUR “THAT I'D Peace! j i STARVE To DEATH = "LL FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS | } | sion, gradually of dismay They were as unexpected, the con the other day with a stack of books.”| ways making feeble little rushes at flicts of opinion, in the office as they | Seer tnk: | were at home, The subject would | come up would enter it according to his ideas and without foresosing and wuddenly he would find and giv | tro: | him f in acute opposition T always | ing acute offense because be waa in| acute opposition The suffragettes! The day when Mr. Fortuns received thru the post letters upon which militancy bad Jequirted its oppression and ita de | termination in black and viectd form theu the aperture of the letter be And you're sticking up for them!’ “You're deliberately stick You—pab!—pouff! waion. ing up for them. nut’ of his Puzalehead boyhood test their methods as much as you do. I think they're monstrous and indefensible. All I aid was that, things being as they are, you can’t help seaing that their horrible ways are bringing the vote « jolly wight nearer than it's ever been before have thought about woman suffrage are thinking about it now. These “gy ae 2 he had that chill and rather eerle| women are advertising it as it never THE SIXTH MOUNTAIN feeling of stepping into an empty | could be advertised by calmly talking P, house, so, on entering the office of | about it, and yor n't get anythin, Nancy and Nick, on the Fiveand-;and a hat that wouldn't come off, a). °ternine he mame to fave mantt | C e Nt ty shouting. and ‘Ten-Cent-Store Mountain, stood gaz-|00x of paints, and a whole washing | tat sensation that it was a deserted! «mashing and abusing and advyertis | wot with real clothespina? N ing into the store window, where the habitation into which he was step-|ing. I only wish you eould. No one fishhooks were, each of them finger-|,..1” they went, and joy of Joys!| ping; no welcome here; no welcome | listens to reason. It's got to be what ing th There was everything in thet won-|there, He an to look forward, they call a whirlwind campaign or is the dimes they had found in thelr | derful store that heart (of @ Lttle| with a new desire for the escape and|go without, That's not sticking up Dockets, It had been a surprise to | boy or girl) could wish. | de tachment of the bieyele ride; he! for them It's simply recognizing a discover the money, for neither of| Marbles, kites and thingumbobs, | began to approach its termination at | rotten state of affairs.” them had 4 penny when they started. Drums and horns and canes with |rither ond with a sense of apprehen- (Continued Tomorrow) “Oh, look?" eried Nick, “there's the | ened ‘ very kind of hooks I've teen wanting | Jumping jacka that worked on to catch shiners with.” Then sudden drings, e thing else. “And there's one of thone | ne ont he pelea ae ©. Vv a a al a ew tops that play a tu 1 like ” dhe be nd ve Aes le rm fas: fe rove aires counter, entranced at all the things By Yee Beckley xs they auw. (Ooprright, 1911, by The Beatthe Star) there—there's a balloon you can blow | ‘727 MAW SD MON a ies Never once did they think of their up as big as 4 tin pail! Come on in . PTD - oma rey oT side, Nancy. | want to look around.” | rand CHAPTER LX—TO TELL OR NOT? Nancy did not have to be urged. you may be sure, for had not her quick little eyes ween things, too remarkatie china doll with joints, THE NEW CANDIED LAXATIVE FOP CHILOREN OR ADULTS f >a THO GREATEST AOTERS Wi THE WOOD WO MEER THE LIVER Ano GoweLs OWOEMT AF ALL GOOD LEULL*IS Off in hin cave wicked ol4 Twelve | Toes did a sailor's bornpipe on one| other. Then he kissed himself beart | “I knew it, T knew itt he ered “Once get a child inside of a five andten-cent store with « dime in his | pocket and jit wi | ohildren 0 you'll never get take twice as long And as thowe Twing will year on that moun 1 count him out to get two at re are about a hundred end about in, the way Sure # stores you're living. ma yet Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Beatie Star) rl marry It was still early when Paul, lonely | {00t and @ Spanish fandango on the|and heavy of heart, reached the Tue | @#serly. @Antin. The concierge was taking |the air before closing the doors for the night. Reluctant to have her see him dejected, Paul tried to be} | jocular “And how's my ‘wife been behav: ling in my absence? 1 left her in y charge, ¥ know, Mme. Du “Like an angel!’ eame her quick reply. “In bed every night before } 10, monsieur, My daughter, Joanne was not more exemplary than madame—and 1 am sirket with She rattled on almost “sometimes Mme, Dawson was with her friend, Mile, Bradly and an amiable young lady sho iv but always she was early indoors, avery pnight” | Jeanne.” “What? mid Paul, queerly,| |“ivery single night “Mais, oul, monsieur, that is what | 1 said.” She suddenly began hunt | ing for something in her litue roam. “T ought to know. Do | not see Joverything thru my little window] here? But-—-monsieur is jesting | “Yeu suid Paul, “Good night, madame,” i ‘on soir, monsieur, bon soir.”* THAT MISS VANSNIPP -| THAT KNOCKED ME~ SHE SHOW HER SOMETHING! leclared Mr. Fortune in a very great | —paff! I have got the abominable | stuff all over my fingers.” Babre displayed the “wrinkled-up “I'm not sticking up for them. J de- | Millions of people who never would | BY STANLEY NGUESS \ You ‘OUT EUCHKE RED! THAT CITY SLICKER GRANDFATHER GAVE \T TOMY FATHER ~ !T WASNT ANY IT WOULON FALSE TEETH AND RUBBER TIRES RE TREADED UP STAWS 00 ie OF THIS HAT, AWA BIG SIKH GRADE Bov CAME AL AN SWIDED Two | Vage 6 —" Page 3 LIBBY AND SAM David's eyes fairly sparkled, he was so excited. |] bas half promised David that if they do go to the country this summer that David is to have a '] pony, | So you can see just how he felt about a pioneer story with a pony in it, “Did you have some ponies of your very own?” be esked Mra. Herritt, | “Our very own,” she tcld him, “My horse was very gent, her name was Fannie, and Sam's was Hector. Fannie was a good pony and I liked her all right body just knew how crazy I was about Hector, He of those high-spirited, off-in.e-minute horses, hard to catch and bard to hold, but mighty hard to beat. “We rode to school every day (this was after Whidby island) and so did other children in the neighbor and it wasn’t long j] the boys began trying out speed of their ponies. “We kept still about ft at home, but the races to and from school were the best part of our day's fun, but no. was one we moved to the hood, before the ee VE Making the Most of an Opportunity WHAT 135 THE PRICE VLE TAKE IT AND HAVE. IT SENT! The Teacher Is a Confiscator To DAY WHEN ALEK AN ME WUT PLAYIN MARBLES You see, daddy | pone <enmeenenes <eee—oeeneessresessnee- seen MANE sneeenasereeresrecrsenesensenen cme SOME CITY MAN PAID DANIEL. COTTON FIVE DOLLARS FOR THAT OLD CLOCK THATS BEEN HANG/NG JN HIS STORE FOR FORTY YEA BY ALLMAN | KNOW ILL HAVE To SEND THAT HAT BACK TOMORROW BUT 1 HAD THE SATIS! OF SEEING HER EYES ALMOST POP OUT OF HER HEAD! JUST CHARGE pir TO MR. WILBUR DUFF, | f MISS? uy 4% BY BLOSSER WELL, You SHOULD WANE TOLD Your. ‘TEACHER. 07 ue ONG ,AND (T SAYS ONG DOLLAR CHARGES!" 1 PLAINLY FROM Here ! Ir You SSeS WITH Such DIFRICULTY WHY DON'T § Wou Ger GLASSES 1 a — THAT'S ACY IN THE MIND.” AND THE PONIES “Well, like all little boys, those boys liked to trade. You know how boys are, they trade marbles | and pencils and tops and every: | thing.” David grinned; he did know. And Mrs, Herritt went on, “Be one day one of the boys said to | Sam, ‘I'll trade you my horse for yours if you'll give mg $10 to boot.’ Now, that bey had a pony which had won more races than J) any of them but Hector. Heetor, 1 knew, was the best horse in the Jot, and I wanted him for my very own, “Sam and I tatked it over after school, ‘If we could trade Fannie off for that horse, and train up a littia, there isn't any horse on the | road that could beat us,’ Sam |, said. | “*You just leave it to me,’ I ff! | told him. ‘Fannie's my horse, and Sam, if we do trade, 1 want Hector for mine and you can have the new one. “So I went to father and told him all about it and he guve me the necessary $10 and we made the trade 1 began on Hector, I had as good a pony as the boys, and J was just as good a rider, and IT made my plans to have some fun as soon as I got him trained as T wanted him.” (To Be Continued hdeddeee ) his lips silenced hers wordlessly. “M—yes, but you didn’t tell very Paul climbed two flights of stairs efore he remembered the elevator, nhe kept on, smiling ¢ hat good Mme, Dubois, tri | | } Polly and kindly soul that she was, |had to lie for her, made him gick at heart, Or—was it Violet who had id him fe tell him whe | Me dreaded going in would be tomb, 1 writable stabletul ly? Well—Polly would she came home. 1 or of place worse night: | mares The door: was Qung open from in side—and Polly was in his ermal | that I was home, goose! ‘The |feen leaves, and tiny almond cakes.| Madame Dubois’ words flashed minute T got the telegram (forward. |, “2Ut—-but dear, therw’s something | into her mind: “Don’t strain a man’s ad by.mally dean Gmaeid 1 flew [the matter? Is anything worrying | faith nothing of it..." And back, I wanted to qurprise you, |YU?" Polly came round the table|doubt crept into her mind, Wouldn't wul, darling—you don’t took well, | #24 Put finger under his chin, it tw better not to tol? * * * Paul Are you boy? Didn't the work Um-ump! he shi his head, was looking at*her queerly. Another go right Not a thing, Tell me about your |thought came, “The devil bas his “Yes, yes, Pussykins, fine? sel.” serpents upon earth—"* | “Apwn't-aren't you glad to see} “But T have, I've been talking al “Paul—where were you mo streak, I wrote you about the st just now, before you came int She had prepared a little feast— {seme cold meat from the echercuterie | oll me what? Paul's voice was |7UR4 the corner, « salad of her own | OmKIAg, Strawberries on their own much, I've never been to a studio party—tell me everything about it, Was it a late affair—seeing the dawn and all that sort of thing?" “I told Mme, Dubois not to tell you sac “What @ question, ty girl,” and party we went to at the Crassards’ (Lo Be Continued