The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 18, 1922, Page 11

(Continued Prem Yesterday) ui He turned away, He absolutely could not bear it, He walked a few paces and equally could not forbear to stop and again, The men were nearly all laughing and whist Ving and * ® This bursting yeaustion his emotions! It was Deyond anything he had ever expert: | enced befor b he had expert lence! something like it before, Mis Bind threw back ons the years nd pr ed the anion to him. was when he was a very small boy / his first term at Tidborough, The hristmas term and he was on the rip, trying frantically behind « a of boys to get a glimpse of} match in progrese—one of the} t matches of the season, va. Tid: | borough Town, One of the boys against whose waist his frantic head ‘was butting turned and said in a Rordiy way, “Let that kid thru,” and | he was roughly bundled to a fro a. The boy who had com his presence jolted him in| Whe back with his knee and said, Musing the school argot for to cheer ler shout, “Swipe up, you ghastly youns ass! Swipe up! Can't you pee thay're pressing us?" Gouldn’t he see! He felt that the of the world was coming at what | mw. The enormous, full-grown | n men were almost on the school line; the school team clinging to and battling with them like cats. He had only been at Tidbor- @ month, but he felt he would if the line was crossed. He swiped he thought his throat must crack. his cracking (threat ineontl tly took intervals of rept, he ed to God for the school, vision: | God oa his throne on the school and mentioning to Him the ws whose names he knew: Ob, let Barnwell get in his kick! do jet Harris see they're heeling ball! Oh, help Tufnell to get that io! «Help bimt Help him! Koeecol! Schooce-col! Schoo-oo 1 beart was now =. $1 fy “England! England” “hi Iv ) | The column passed and was gone. | was left with his most frightful | He could do nothing now. | f o'clock In the morning. But he éo something now, He could go bome till he had. He must. followed to the station. The men Waited about, not trusting him-! to speak to Otway or any of the who were going. Presently | opportunity came in a sight of | 1 Rattray, who commanded the ® minute alone Sabre went) feeling extraordinarily embar- “I say, Colonel, I want to get | this, I absolutely must get into “Eb? Inte what?” “The war.” It wae easier after plunge, and he went on quickly, see in the papers that eivilians| being given commissiona, getting n by recommendation. Can you) me a commission? Can you? | B Colone! ay showed surprice. | turned squarely about and faced Babre and looked him up and down, it not in the way in which soldiers ed civilians up and down rather Xe “Well, I don’t know, I re eligible, How old are you, PP “Thirty-stx.° it's a bit on the steep side for a mmiasion.” “Well, 1d go tn the ranks. I must mn. I absolutely must.” ‘The soldier smiied pleasantly, “Oh, Y <: “ jdiseuss with Mabel, its opening sentence, England | you live in i» yours,” had arisen out of his passionate love for all that | England meant to him. In all Shake: | speare there was no passage that moved him in quite the same way| whenever he recalled it as Richard the Second’s “Dear earth, I do salute thee with my hand Mock not my senseless conjuration, lords ‘This earth shall have a feeling...” | Stooping and touching the sol! of | ingland as one might bend and} oh a beloved face. That was what England for years had meant to him And now It was upon these emo. tions, vaguely, “in cage.” that he had gone to Doctor Anderson on the morning of the frightful news, An dereon had told him he coultn't pos | sibly be passed for the Army, but at the moment the idea of ever want. ing to go inte the Army had only most ridiculously remote contingency, and what did Anderson know about the Army standard, any. way? | vI He said nothing to Mabel of hi intention. It was just precisely the sort of thing be could not possibly | Mabel would | say, “Whyever should you?’ and of all Imagmable ordeals the idea of on-| posing before Mabel his feeling about England... he would tell her when it was done, if it came off. He could) say then, in what he knew to be the| clumsy way in which he had learned to hide his ideas from her, he could say, “Well, I had to.” And hit thought was, when a few hours later be was walking slowly eway from his interview with Major Earnshaw, the doctor at the barracks, | “Thank God, I never sald anything te Mabel about it.” The very few officers left behind at the depot were at breakfast when very pleasantly got up from the tabte' to “put him out of his misery” there had & go Ot this heart of yours” in the billiard room. Withdrawa his stethoscope and shaken his head. It Was “no go; absolutely none, Sabre.” “Weil, but that’s for a commiasion, Ill go into the ranks, Isn't that any different?” No different. “You can't posstbiy | | go in a# you are—now, In time, if| Pression that the wa this thing goes on, the standards wil] | entraining in the goods yard. | probabiy be reduced. But they'll have | his heart like a pressing hand to be reduced a goodish long way | before you'll get in, I doa’t mind teil-} ing you.” Sabre wheeled his bicycle slowly away across the barrack square. | thing to Mabel about it." A cluster! the first few days was thinning down but recruits were still pouring in. They were all laughing and talking noisily. He had the wish that he could take the thing in that epirit. Why couldn't he? After all, what did it really matter that he waa not | able to get “in it"? Even if he had been aceepted it would only have been pretending, He never would have got really “in it; none of those | chaps would: every one knew the war couldn't last lopg: it would be over long before any of these recruits could be trained. vir came another of the frightful undo- | ings of bis emotions; and just as the} war definitely began for him with the| “jamborino” in the Mess, so from| this new occasion began, unceasing | ing effect upon his sensitivencss, a dreadful oppression by the war and, {and unreasonable seif-accusation that | jhe was not “in it.” , Wouldn't get thinking about the| bay ks, Sabre. There're heaps before ir eat BA? YOU Know |. I wouldn't stop ¥ man getting into the Army if I geet wid help him. I'll see what I can estat y I will, Mind you, I'm ith the Are you fit?” hould I am, I'm supposed to cand tofa heart. But it’s abso- be r affects me in t - A tht I can do anything. 2 “Wel # the first thing, you ware ow. Look here, I'm wanted. Come mr. to the Meas Mi get our doctor to have a look at All right, en?” ¥ He rode home much relieved from sizesses he had suffered in that ful business of watching the regi ent march out. He felt that if only could be it” he could equably ar hese things that were pening and that would get worse; he had just to stand by and watch m his portion would be insupport le. England y of Other people whom knew could not possibly feel it in Way he felt it. His history with ————_—___ LAND OF D last the Twins were over the a ain where POF in the ai my Sty with bn, the Diddyevers lived. | nee they could see a} ing towers and ets and walls | lace white as sparkling as frost d in the center of a peacocks walk King Indig where high hill an on a as white as ng like a mil That was the Therma Nick's in pen told the iren everything, Ming hin messawes on the magic | 3 | “When r King India’s lave,” on the pen, “S must for | must take my place mE the other feathers in the} me of tie faleon that de the gt King Indig will Wve You kindly He knows you We the record with the magic ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS Clive Roberts Barto occasion was that of his mect- th Harkness outside the Coun Times office, Harkness was a jcaptain of the battalion that had | gone out who had been left behind lowing to some iliness, The British xpeditionary Foroe had been in ac- ton lof some heavy fighting, | said dully, “Hullo, Sabre, There had been seraps of news | Harkness I've just in the morning and | been in to see that chap Pike to see|if it does—but I can’t help it. jif he'd got anything. We've had | Then we'll see what can be | some news, you know.” Je stopped. | you something else.” His fac His face wae twitching. | Sabre said, “News? Anything | about the Pinks?” Harkness nodded. He seemed to | be swallowing. Then he said, “Yen, ithe regiment Pretty bad.” | Sabre said, “Anyone?” and also stopped. Harkness looked, not at Sabre, bat straight « the top of his head and began an appalling, and as it | seemed to Sabre, an endless rectta- tive. “The Colonel's killed, Bruce is killed, Otway's killed—” IDDYEVERS words, which may permit him to ventures, however, are only half over, You must make the journey | acrons the Seven Valleys to the King: | dom of the Korsknotts and bring King Verdo back with you.” With that it Jumped back into Nick's pocket again and the Twins made their way to the town of Co- | balt, which was the name of the| place where King Indig lived As they came near they Could seo that all the houses, except the pal nce itwelf, were blue, Tle trees, grass and flowers were blue, even the paving stones. The one bit of color the large bird which walked up and down over the gate of the palace. It wan bright red "s the furious falcon,” said No you suppose it will al was Nancy low us to enter Be Continued) by Seattle Star) (Copyright, Read and Use STAR WANT ADS You'll Get What You Want LET’ME "TAKE A FLASH AT 'EM = "NIAGARA BY MOON: | LIGHT "= ‘Tie HARBOR |OF NAPLES”="KANSAS WHEAT HARVEST “« *A BOULEVARD OF PARIG” AN’ ALL “THE OTHER MOTHBALL SENSATIONS « opel | “Otway.... 7 *Cottar's killed, Bullen's killed" Endless! The names struck Sabre like successive blows, Were th never going to end? brother's" his voice cracked-— “killed, Sikes is killed” “Bikes killed, . . . And your Harkness eld in @ very thin,| | he arrived to keep Colonel Rattray | #dueaking voice, “You, the regiment's |to his werd. Major Earnshaw had/ pretty well The regiment’s—" I looked full at Sabre and said in very loud, defiant voter, “I bet they | pand then without formality and had | Were magnificent. By God, I bet you | Ob, my God, He they were magnificent. why the hell wasn’t I there?” turned abruptly and weat walking rather funnily. This was the moment at which there descended upon Babre, never to leave him while be remained not “im it,” rinsed upon him, On bis brain like a weight; on He thought of Otway's intense, gleaming face. “My Ged, Sabre, you ought to have #een the battalion on parade this morning.” He saw Otway's face cold and stricken, He thought of and was not going, standing |~Thank goodness, I never said any. | Sikes, on the tabla “Well, I'm go-/ ing to take nothing but socks I'm ckly to him and they exchanged | of young men of various degrees of |olng to stuff my pack sbeolutely and said the obvious things | life were waiting outside the door of /bung full of socks.” He eaw Sikes to the cecasion. Then Sabrethe recruiting office, The rush of |fung Uke @ disused thing in some field... vn And still events; still, and always, now, disturbing things. While he stood there he wag #ud- denly aware of Young Rod, Pole or Perch, rather breathlessly come up “I say, Sabre, have you beard this frightful news about the Pinks?! say, Babre, | want your help most frightfully, I want you to talk to my mother, She likes you. She'll listen to you. I'm going to enlist I've been putting it off day after | day. trying to Gx up things for my mother and trying to persuade ber! This “common sense” argument |but I haven't done much and I ab | I've no doubt 1 could, if) carried him thru following days; then | solutely can’t walt any longer.” Sabre said, “Good Lord, are you, Perch? Must you? Your mother, why, what on earth will she do with Colne! Rattray eaf@ doubtfully,| giimpee of the beginnings of that|out you? She’l}—" j Young Perch wimeed painfully, “T know. I know, It pretty well kills most frightful scenes with he I've thought it all out, Sabre, and I've looked after my mother all my leaving her even for # couple of nights would have been unthinkable. But this ls different, This is—" He flushed awkwardly—“you can’t talk that sort of patriotic stuff, you know, but this Is, well this is a chap's coun. try, and I've figured it out it's got to cogne before my mother, It's got to, She says it will kill her if I go. I believe it will, Sabre, And my God know what's the right thing. had been red and cloudy as with tears, became dark and passionate. “1 tell you something else, People me because i'm young and unmar ried and haven't got a wife to sup port. they know about it? come downstairs without me and can't let anyone elae—" He rubbed @ hand across his eyes | women at Puncher'’s Farm with her “Never mind about |fumbling hands and her frail exist that; I know what I've got to do. | ence centered solely in her son? He and broke off. Look here, Sabre, I tell you where 1 want your help, like anything. You know lots of poopie. I don't, Well, I want to get hold of some pice girl to live with my mother and take care A sor calle at old Boom Bagshaw's, only of companion, aren't they Like that Bypass person up much she is, You see, I know my mother. If it was anyone of any age, she By Zee 7 ' AX-HERES A the appalling sense of op-| (Copyright, 192, by The Seattle Mar) THE OUR BOARDING HOUSE PRETTY ONE - THE ROYAL. GARDENS OF VENNA"= "THERE'S A GUY WITH ONE OF | WHOSE HANDLE- BAR MUSTACHES LOOKING AT A ROYAL, CoP'S NOSE + MAYBE HE THINKS mrs A GERANIUM WW -~ | | | | wouldn't have her in have anyone at all as it ta. |right person. my mother will indignantly chit of a cbild |broken little laugh—"can't {her saying it! | mpell ‘being’ and ‘been’ | what my mother ts. | Do y: 1 know anyone?” Sabre, during this greatly troubled | Curse them, Babre—what do | outpouring, had the feeling that this Aren’t their | was all of a part with the calamitous | wives young, strong, able to take | news he had just had from Hark care of themselves? My mother can't| ness—a direct continuation of Was it going to This frightful wart jattack even that pathetic ti awfully sorry for “Um Frightfully and for you you ought to do. thing either way. sorry, your 1 won't wa |is himself, | I'l) help you all I can, you want- (Continaed Tomorrow) Polly and Paul—amd Paris Beckley CHAPTER LXV—CARNIVAL! Potty had fretted herself into a low mood, A sensitive state of nerves, jou! [natural under the ¢ircumstances, | contributed its share. And a series of small jangles—what Aunt Susan back home would have called “the cussedness of fate’--completed the atmosphere of constraint that now jay like a thick fog between them. The top layer of Paul's mood way anger, and that was the first to melt “I'm sorry, Polly.” the reading lamp, turnin tie leaves of a magazine. He stood by abpently was des | word, you know, when you “I didn't think of ft, | you till nearly 7. Didn't it oc you to wend me some word?" “I had to go out of town. was an aceident and trains were| held up. I couldn't get a message ithru. I expected to get home before {6 |#0 out. I called up Norma every: | sorrething anyhow, and even if we) body. I was frantic. Then you|don't feel like regular eutups, we} came in—quite calm and uncon-|ean go thru the motions, Dinner'll cerned,” Polly laughed mirthiessly. SEATTLE STAR Seketeeest 382 AINY EVENING ENTERTAINMEN the house a | ly and increasingly, and with shock-| me to think of it and I'm having the | any price, and she'd send her flying | But | out of the window tn about two days | if she did have her, She «wears no adding to ite darkness, a gnawing|I know I'm doing the right thing.| power on earth will induce ang to! But I'm life, and a ‘month ago the idea of | going to manage it if I can get the I want someone who he gave rather @ But she'll instantly begin to mother her because she is ja chit of @ child, and to fuss over! her and tell her what she ought to| eat and what she ought to wear, and does she wear a flannel binder, and | 1 | all that, just as ghe does to me. And T’'ll tell | in about a week she'll be as right as , which | rain and writing me Jetters all day jana arguing with the girl how to you know| I say, Sabre, do} are saying things about me and to|for God's sake help me, if you can, | You know best what I think a man’s of ber in my place while I'm away.| only judge in this ghastly business Of course, I'l he! It's a funny coincidence but I believe I do know #n Mountains, and down on the| marry Princess Therma. Your od-| nicer and younger and friendlier than | just the very girl that would be what perate, You might have left some) T waited for! Let’ Mme. Duboix bad not seen you BY AHERN PAGE 11 BY STANLEY THE OLD HOME TOWN HA-HA~ LOOK AT THIS. Out -4 "SWE BEACH AT ATLANTIC cITy TAKEN BACK IN |\909 TH’ COTTON SOCK MERMAIDS LOOK LIKE GURVIVORS OF A WRECK IN THOSE ToGS» AN'TH’ DUDE STRUT! UP TH’ BOARDWALK WITH HIS. THRILL* Y'COULD GAW LOG! WITH TH! BRIM OF HI STRAW HAT* call a I hear) FIRST “OPERATIO: “A weasel,” Mrs. Calhoun ex: plained to Pegey, “is an animal ‘eueak.’ He is long and slim and slippery, almost snake, and he is just as mean as he sounds, “Well, one day we were In the house busy about our morning tasks, and out tn the yard the hen was scratching and clucking away with her chickens and everything acemed all peaceful and safe, when we suddenly heard the wildest squawking and fluttering and father ran out to see what on earth could be the matter. “It was matter enough, The mother ben was all ruffled up and ready to fight and the baby hen was seared almost to death and the poor little rooster lay on his side with his long Uttle Inge sprawled out on the ground and | it ttle old Perch mother ay any- Ip you. teeth buried deep into the litthe rooster’s ‘crop, which he had just filled with @ perfectly good chicken breakfast. ther was very quick, and he went at that the nasty thing let go, but he got away into the bushes be-! eT Page 653 ike a furry| ® wicked weasel with its sharp) guny out and gently set him down the weasel so quickly | « HOLD ER jf 16 PURTY LIGH | THIS SPRING~ 7M WATSON, THE BARBER, AFTER THE FIRST DAYS RUSH -SAYS THIS SPRINGS BUSINESS WILL BE LIGHT— BY ALLMAN A Guilty Conscience BY BLOSSER I—ANO TH REmMNOS MS of —-: N” AT LACONNOR | fore we could catch him, *Futher picked up the little rooster and brought him in the kitchen to me. | "Fe isn't dead,’ he mid, ‘but the weasel has made an ugly tear | in his erop. Wonder if we can | sew him up! “Now sewing up a torn apron | or mending little torn trousers ts one thing, and sewing up @ live | chicken Js quite another. But we | tried It, “I got a needle and thread and held the little thing while father did the sewing. There were two torn places, one down deep, and | the other in the outer skin with the new feathers on it, He sewed them separately, “Then we looked at him. ‘I don't know,’ father said, ‘I don’ know, maybe he'll live, but I don’t know.’ And he carried him care- Lot, BuT \ITf Doesn'r INCLLDS KNOWING Kt vo QuT lu to see if he could stand up alone. “'Cut! cut! cut!—cut—a—cu the little rooster crowed with a shake and a Map and calmly eon- tinued his interrupted breakfast, “Oh, yes, he lived all right! Had no more trouble,” (To Be Continued) baednd termined to be the good sport, cost | the Barlanded pletform was packed went | “Oh, well—I'm sorry too, Paul, ” | say DO more about it. our to | to ber, | “Can't we do better than that? Do | There | you know what day it is?" “Yes, 1 know." “Well, let's join the rest of the world in a bit of fun tonight. Make it a truce, make it an armistice, | dance.” what it might, and carry the evening | With dancers. Kyerybody daneed. to success, rely it would be easy|Boys and girls, Wat s and “All right,” said Polly, with @ half-|—with the dear Paris streets fae mammas from the country. Waltendl Neurted smile, “Lats.” She-could no | decked and thronged with the youth | with madame, who ran the restau more have told him the secret then|of both sexes peiting one another nt. Cabbies flinging a merry foot than she could have stood at the|with flowers, singing, prankmaking, | with buxom flower venders, A chef street corner and shouted it, topping to break into a dance when-|in his white cap galloping with Mile. They made conversation as they |jever the smallest clearing presented! | Clarice of the vaudeville, who adores dressed and started forth to find | Carnival's own spirit way loosed! | the lobster he cooks. some promising restaurant. At the corner a platform had been| Puul whirled Potly into the thiek of uppose we try Romani's—tI've | built, bright with the tricolor, blue, | it and friendly hands applauded their it's @ darn good Italian table| white and red, and the inevitable| American steps. But in all that pote, und it's right ip the midst of | “IK” in electric lights—-beloved sym. | throng they were the only two who hes make us both feel better, Come on, let's freshen up and join the merry everything.” bol of the Republique Francaise. Up | had not the spirit of carnival, oun To Romant’s they went, each de-] climbed the band, and as if by magie | (To Be Continued)