The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 20, 1922, Page 13

3 always flowed PRGE bas rR YE (Continued From Yesterday) CHAPTER VI On his brain heart like a ristmas by which, at the knew & would be over, and was not over. Came June, 1915. ng which, at the outset, he had joined with Mr. Por. tune, Twyning and Harold in laugh fer at his own grotesque idea of the war lasting to the dramatic effect of & culminating battle on the cante ary of Waterloo, and the war had Tasted “This frightful wart The words constantly upon his lips, ejacu fated to himself in reception of new Manifestations of its eruptions; for. ever tn his mind, like a living thing gawing (here, Other people seemed | to suffer the war in spaams, isolated _ qmidat the round of their customary | Foutines, of dejection or of optimiatic Feassurance. The splendid senti iment of “Business as usual" was in Gmany valiant mouths. The land, in fo far as provisions and prices were concerned, continued to flow in milk and honey as the British Isles had in milk and honey In July a rival multiple grocer’s shop pened premises opposite the mub grocer’s shop already estab | im the shopping center of the} Garden Home and Mabe! told Sabre very exciting it was, The rivals! their windows, one against the | with stupendous stacks of pe and cheese at seven-pence | Pound each: and then one day, | tever do you think? the new| interspersed bis mountains of fyurine and chetse with wooden | is running over with bright new | . and flamed his windows | th announcements that this was/ Money Back Shop.” You bought Came ¢ outset, pound of margarine for seven-| tigential affection, “Ah, because he| thinks they ought to do their duty | without being bribed. Quite right. | and were handed a penny with purchase! And the next day, nd was @till lasting, } jened under these questions, but by | pubite conveyan M was nothing. in those days, to hear a man sud denty declare in an omnibus or tram. way oar, Well, I'm thirty-eight and 1 only with to heaven I & few years younger.” +Other men would | heartfully chime in, “Ah, same thing with me. It's hard.” And all these men, thus cruelly burdened with a few more years than the age limit, Would look with great nmity at | other men, apparently net thus bur. dened, who for their part would a» sume attitudes of physical unfitness Or gaze very sternly out of the win dow, Several of the younger employes of Fortune, Hast and Sabre’s joined up (as the current phrase had it) in the first weeks of the war, In the | third month Mr. Fortune assembled | the hands and from across the whale- Uke front indicated the path of duty and announced that the places of all those who followed it would be kept open for them, “Hear, hear!” said Twyning. “Hear, hear! and as the men were filing out he took Sabre affectionately by the arm and ex: plained to him that young Harold was dying to go. “But | feel a cer tain duty im due to the firm, old man. What I mean is, that the boy's only just come here and I feel that in my position as @ partner it wouldn't look well for me practically with my own hand to be paying out unearned salary to a chap who's not been four months in the place. Don't you agree, old mant Sabre sald, “Hut we wouldn't be paying him, would we? Fortune suid salaries of married men.” | “Ab, yes, old man, but between you and me he's going to do it for unmarried mon as well, as the cases come up.” “Why didn’t be tell them so?" - Twyning’s genial expression hard said, still on his first note of con * | Christian bey. OUR BOARDING HOUSE o| CROWD YOURSELVES WITH AW SAY, C'MON AND LEAN ON “THAT GHOVEL AND HOE IF VExPECTT ANY ROOSTER STEW! « GOSH SAKES, i'M DOING ALL TH’ WORK AND ALL YOU FRTHEADS bdo 1S \ GRUNT FOR ME WHEN )\ LIFT A LOAD = I'M 4 GONNA QUIT ~ son, then you'll think differentty, perhaps. You dont know what my boy means to me, He's everything in the world to me, I got him is here so as to have him with me and now this cursed war's taken him. You don’t know what he is, my boy | Harold, He's a better man than his | father, I'll wll you that. He's » good He's never had a bad thought or said a bad word.” He broke off. He rammed his erchiof into bin trouser pocket fancy" the other man alsolteo. No, it's a difficult ition j Aa the the sight of Sabre sitting be f bright new pennies (in bursting|me. My idea is not to give way to fore hitn suddenly infuriated him he from the bank) and also bel | that he too was a Money-back }while he establiches his position | “DE there “The fact is the war really hasn't | ered a bit,” Mabel sald. “I think | wonderful. And when you re- at the beginning how people | to buy up food and what aw ideas of starvation went about;| were one of the worst.” | And Sabre agreed that it realty | wonderful; amd agreed too with fs further opinion that he| ly ought not to get so fearfully | paved, | he remained fearfully de ‘The abundance of food, and| Manifestations of plenty as the and bags of bright new pen “files mean! nething to hb He knew Bething adout Very possibly | Me prophecies of shortage and re-} : and starvation were, in the root, to be refuted as a thousand | @Mher prophecies of the early days, | ‘Optimistic and pessimistic, were be 0 Mg refuted. What had that to do Wh u? Remained the frightful Mets that were going om out there i® Beigium and in Gallipoli and in| Rorsia. Remained the increasing! the boy's wishes for a few months here, and then, if men are still want 4, why of course he'll go. Sound. don"t you think, old man?” Sabre disengaged his arm turned into his own room. and “Weill I think this i¢ a business in which | you can't judge any one. I think every man ix his own judge.” An astonishing rasp came tnto! Twyning’s voice. “How old are your” “Thirty-six. Why? Twyning laughed away the rasp. “Ah, I'm older. 1 daresay you'll have @ chance later on, if the Times and! the Morning Post and those clase pa | pers have their way. And you've! got no family, have you, old man? mr ‘That was tn the third month of the war. But by June, 1915, the po-| sition on these little points had hard-/ ened. In June, “Why aren't you in khaki? was blowing about the| streets, Questions looked out of! eyes. Certain men avoided one an- other, And in June young Harold joined up. Sabre greeted the news with very great warmth. Towards jit broke out, “It's all right for you sit You're not golng. Never mind. My boy Harold's gone. You're |matiafied. All right.” | Sabre got up. “Look here, Twyn. ing, I'm sorry for you about Harold. I make allowances for you. Mut-—" | When Twyning was angry his |epeech sometimes betrayed that on | which be wae most sensitive, “I don’t want you to make no allow ances for me. I don't—" | “You've repeated the stupid impli cation you made when you first came in.” j Twyning changed to a hearty laugh. “Oh, I aay, steady, old man. Don't let's have a row. Nothing to have a row about, old man. I made fo implication. Whatever for should No, no, I simply maid “All right.’ | 1 eay people have sent my boy Har. old off, and I'm merely saying “All right. He's gone, Now perhaps you're satinfied.’ Not you, old man. Other people.” He paused. His tone hardened. “All right. That's all.) old man, All right.” | Iv Not very long after this Incident occurred another incident. In its ob. Tivelation of Germany's enormous | Harold he had none of the antipathy | Viows anpect It was also related to Bight in war and the revelation of/that was often aroused in him by|the “Why aren't you in khakiT* What war was as she conducted it. Remained the We were not winning as in the past We had “always won.” Remained Bis eavisagement of Engiand—Eng | Jand?—stanc foursquare to her but standing as some huge 4 animal something bewil ‘ered by the fury of the onset upon %. Shaking her head whereon had! fallen stunning and unexpected Blows, as it might be a lion enor-| Mowly smashed across the face; Peering her defiance; baring her tearing up the ground before h dreadful and undaunted and tre Mendous. but stricken: in sore agony: it heavy amazement; her pride | ; her glory | Sfewered by another's glory: her do-| Minion challenged; shaken, bleeding. | England. ... This frightful wart | ir Remained also, blowin « about the! newspapers and at| the mouths of many. of mont “Why aren and in Pepular question, M khaki?” The subject of age, Ways shrouded in Porous modesty in nd, and) ly since, a few years pre-| an eminent professor of | alarming ‘orty,” was of its prudish ration of men | roughly engag. « and largeness about | They would even an ud voice In crowded the eyes you as | a seemiy and} in to talk with ther | this precious khaki tonight. Harold's father. He shook the good. the hand. “By Jove, I'm giad. Weil! done, Harold. That's splendid. Jolly good luck to you.” Later in the morning Twyning came in. He entered abruptly. His, alr, and when he «poke, his manner, | struck Sabre as being deliberately ag- | gressive. “Well, Harold's gone,” he said. “Yea, I'm jolly glad for the boy's make. I was just congratulating him. I think it's splendid of him.” Twyning breathed heavily thru his| Rowe, “Splendid? Hur! He wanted to go long ago. Well, he’s gone now and I hope you're satisfied.” / Sabre turned in his chair and ques- tioned Twyning with brows. “Satisfied? What ou earth do you mean—satisfied?” “You always thought he ought to go. You're one of those who've sent him off. My boy saw it.” “You're talking nonsense. the new | never so much a6 mentioned the sub | the Army ject to Harold. I told you long ago that I think every man’s his own judge, and sole judge, in this busi- question; Sabre apprehended in it a ster revelation that | looking young man very heartily by | different bearing. One morning he stepped suddenly | from his own room into Mr. For | tune’s in quest of a reference. Twyn- ing and Mr. Fortune were seated together in deep conversation. They were very often thus seated, Sabre had noticed. At his entry their con versation abruptly ceased; and this) also was not new. inet without speaking. Mr. Fortune cleared his throat. | “Ah, Sabro, Ah, Sabre, we juet saying, we were jast saying His hesitation, and the pause before be had begun quite clearly informed | Sabre that what he was now about puckered | t0 say was not going to be—precisely | him. |—what he had just been saying. “We were just saying what a very unfor. tunate thing, what a very deeply un | fortunate thing it is that none of us | principals are of an age to do the I've | right thing by the Firm by joining | alive, don’t mix them up in what you I'm afraid we've got one or two shirkers downstairs, and we |were just saying what a splendid, what an entirely splendid thing it ness.” Twyning always retracted when Sabre showed signe of becomin; roused. “Ah, well, what does it mat- ter? He's gone now. He'll be in No one can point at him now.” He drew omt a handkerchief and wiped his eyes slowly. He stared inimically at Sabre. “I'll tall you thing, Sabre. You wait till you've got a ES one THE FURIOUS FALCON The furious Mp and down falcon was strutting top of the thick stone surrounded King Indig’s 5 It was a huge bird, bright red, and an large an 10 eagles. Moreover, it was as good as an Army, for every feather in his big Btrong wings was made of steel, and (harp pointed like arrows. These he id the power to shoot, a hundred at pS time, if need be, or a thousand, if a; Povertul enemy should come near. | As the alked up and down Wer the hict « chat led into the Pelace gard he kept peering About in all directions, being able % kee for miles and to shoot as far could Moreover hie ar- 4 instantly to their t be never ran out of He was the only guard ndig had—or needed. ding the king's id of him rev’ demanded the Nancy and Nick, ae- Stubborn Cases of Stomach Trouble Yield Promptly to TANLAC 25,000,000 Bottles Seld } re one of his billiard tables companied by a crowd of the blue headed Diddyevers, arrived at the gate. “We're not going,” said Nick. “We're coming. May we see King Indig?” Instantly the Diddyevers began to groan with fear. It was the first time in the memory of their oldest inhabitant that anyone had dared to contradict this most respected guard of the king's gate “1 think you may,” replied the fal con with a snap of bis great beak. | “For he will have you beheaded in- | stantly and that's what you need.” en we couldn't finish our jour. ney," Nancy informed him pluckily. t journey?” he Koreknotta.” rieked the faleon. “You shall be twice belwaded for mention ing our enemies.” I don’t know what would have hap. pened if things had gone on, but the red feather that had befriended the Twinn Jumped from ita place and made rome signs The falcon jerked his head stub- bornly. “Go on in,” he salt at last “The king's playing hopscotch on (To Be Continied (Copyright, 1923. by Beati'e Stard would be if one of us were able to |wet them an example.” Sabre faced about from the enbi net towards them. Twyning in the big chair had his elbow on the arm and was biting his nails, Mr. For. tune, revolved to face the room, waa exerc his wateh chain on bis whale-like front “Yon, its a pity,” Babre said. | “I'm glad you agree. I knew you would. Indeed, yes, a pity: a very great pity, For myself, of course I'm out of the question, Twyning here is getting on for forty and of course he's gtv moreover, there's the business to be thought of. able to do all 1 lof course, you're n there we are! It ¢ seom a great pity.” The watch ch having been generously exercised, was put to the duty of heavy tugs lat its reluctant partner, Mr. For iene arried, too, and ‘, aa you say By Zee CHAPTER LXVII— Violet Rand had been wulking tn} her flat gince the morning she way. laid Polly and Barray coming home, | Anger had obscured her vision. She | 4 not foreseen the effect her be havior might have on Barray. He had not called, Nor tel And to her m ae monsieur wi ‘out.” Violet had her own code of pride and dignity and jt prevented her doing mo So she stayed moodily at home, re ing herself to everyone. On the night of the great festivity, when all Paris forgets ita and begin ita threeday king, Barray's heart smote it She had her fine points, had Violet Rand—handsome woman, clever ,too. | \NG7TH Sabre went across to the filing cab- ) n his eon to the war: | I'm afraid I’m not quite | Polly and Paul-—and Paris (Copyright, 192%, by The Seattle mary THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN WE WAS “TH’ ONE THAT SUGGESTED THIS ACT TO MRS. HOOPLE « HE CLEANS UP MOST OF “TH! CHICKEN STEW, So LET HIM CLEAN uP MOST OF TH’ YARD « LISTEN TO HIM MACK + HE THINKS HE'S WORKED HARD ENOUGH TO PARADE ALL BY HIMSELF NEXT LABOR DAY-HArHA- | | \F HE WAS A HOD-CARRIER | sag th cen Atay \ THAT'S FAIR = LONLY SHORTER LADDERS * wed | LooKw AT TH’ SIZE OF Him || UKE “TH’ WINGS ANY~// we WHY IT TAKES TWO 80S5SE5/ att pa ter be, TO RUN HIM © “ ka a } | E YARD FOR WHO TOOK THIS TELEPHONE RECEIVER OF F HERE ? 17S BEEN CUT OFF WITH A PAIR OF RECEIVER OFF OF | | tune gazed at his watch and re-| marked absently, “I hear young Phillips has persuaded his wife to let him go. You were at the school with bien, Sabre, weren't you? Isn't he about your age? | Sabre spoke very slowly. Most fu- rious anger had been rising within It was about to burst when there had suddenly come to its con trol the thought, "These two aren't | | getting at you for any love of Eng | land, for any patriotic reason. That's | not it. Don’t bother about that. Man ar. * * | feel about these things. Don't go cheapening what you think about Engiand. Theirs is another resson.” | He said very slowly, “I never told you, perhaps I ought to have told you at the time, that I was refused for the Army some while ago.” ] | Mr. Fortune's watch slipped thra | his fingers to the full length of hin |chain. Twyning got up and went! over to a bookcase and stared at It Mr. Fortune heaved in the line | with an agitated hand over hand mo- | thon, “I'd no ideal My dear fellow, I'd no idea! How very admirable of you! When was this? After that big meeting in the Corn exchange the Other day?” “Don't tell them when ft waa,” anid | re's mind. He sald, “No, rather | | before that, I was rejected on medi. ; cal grounds” “Well, welll Now, David was “stil.” as T told you, when they had finished with that story about the little boy and his gift of the ben, and the earlyday Faster ergs and everything, but he didn’t stay oti, Not David, for his mind was al ready off lickety-cut, after the stories Mrs, Calhoun wa» going to tel] him about Sam So he squirmed a minute and then reminded her, “You said there were some more things you remember about Sam. Were they about school and things? “No,” Mra. Calhoun replied, said Mr. Fortune, | “Well, well!” He gave the sugges: |tion of being unable to array hial thoughts against this surprising jturn of the day “Most creditable. | Twyning, do you hear that?” | (Continued Tomorrow) minchief he was when he was very Little, Just @ toddler, | “You know how it was up there |] about LaConner; how we used boats on the sloughs instead of horses and wagons on roads, be cause the sloughs were every where and they had to he either crossed or made use of to travel Beekley on, “T can just see the chfidren run- ning out of the house and giving their own, Mat-bottomed boat “t shove, Jumping in after it was in uae -THE MAD MOOD Her feelings. What were her feelings anyhow? She liked men Would she ever love? Or was Violet just out for gain? a Page 655 THE LITTLE RASCAL “They are mostly about what a/ \ THE OLD HOME TOWN OLIVIA, NO YOu TAKE THAT WHY ALWAYS PICK ON ME WHEN SOME- Grattle 4 Pool." Sd bel Cleland» | motion and sliding down the sllp- lpery mud bank 12 or 15 feet, | landing in the water with a splash jand a swish which sent them haif | way across to the opposite shore, | When Sam was just learning to | walk, we lived in @ little house |right on the bank of the slough. | “When the tide was tn, ‘was water enough for sailing ves sels to lio in, and it was tntemst- | ing to watch them. | there “Bam thought it was. “T would get him dressed and before I had time to turn around | he was out of the house tying fint |on his stomach on the tip edge of |that 20-foot bank looking down | inte the water, A WHGaYD | “1 could run ont and scold him, }tel him he mustn't do it any | more, and tn about half an hour we went thru it all again. “Well, I worried so about it that |1 felt I must think up some plan | by which I could make him real- | ize what 4 really dangerous thing ih was. | “So T made my plan one night and waited for morning to try it out.” (To Be Continued) BY STANLEY HOLO ER Now, THEN, MY DeaR BR, You CRACK A Knuckce AND VluU CRACK FE ee | Barray flushed slowly, but to his ! “Where should I bef she flared. “In the streets dancing? With whom—what for? Is that why you| come—tecause you thought I'd be out?” | “Perhaps T came to ask about that | Violet in a defiant mood, trafling a|very unpleaasnt scene the other gown of orange chiffon that rippled! morning" Catching @ dangerous and darted like flames as she walked, | glance he altered his tone. “Look “However do you come to be in|here, Vi, why the dickens did you | tonight!" The words were banal; he| raise @ row like that with little Mrs. think of nothimg better | Dawson?” | She turned squarely and faced He found himself in her street, | passing her house. It was dark, save | for four windows, high up—Violet's. So Vi was home, curious!- A party Well, there was safety Barray turned in at maybe in numbers the entrance. Violet herself opened the door—| could to wily. — own surprise, he did not feel of something. Then she walked away | Pleased, with a strange, hard laugh. | “Then “George—" | fort at self-control, “I knew men were fools, but I can’t imagine one |" one els who has known as many women as| She stopped, tracing a pattern on you have, to be such a complete! the table with her finger, It was blind bat! * * © Well, if you really |new-—and not disagreeable—this be- don't know, I'll tell you. It was be-|ing bullied by a man she—liked. “If cause in the abyss of my own idiocy |I go,” she said slowly, “it must be I was furious that she should take |soniething novel—somewhere where you away from me, Now get oul! I| anything's 4m @ madwoman tonight!” about Simon's?’ I shall prescrite for you. to mope. Come—be the guest of @ bachelor—unless there's some- \ “What! On a night like this? To dis- night half the crooks in hiding from the police will be there.’ “All the better! Anyhow, its she spoke with an ef. | You've been moping. This is no night | Simon's or nothing.” He saw she was morosely craving for excitement, but he hesitated— “Of course, if you're afraid George—" “I'm not afraid, except for you and you know it. * * * Some day, young woman, I'm going to give you a goodold-fashioned spanking. Come on, now,” he snapped his fingers, (Mo Be Continued ' likely to happen. Mow | “hurryf’