The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 3, 1922, Page 11

Winter BY A. S. M. HUTCHINSON Copyright, 1921, A. BM, Mutek | SF {Continued From Yesterday) | rather a dhameloas tot, my little ways “1 growled, ‘still reading: ‘Ho's | would be an open secret, but nothing Probably thinking what he's going | would be sald I should be received to have for lunch, Oh, dash, it, do|everywhere, But I'm thought to Stop joexing me, Where ts het have brought one woman into my “And then T looked across, Ok! | house and I'm banned, I'm unspeak Badre! By Jove, you might have | able, Forty, flagrantly, outside, and Pushed me over with one finger, Old | I'm stil a received member of #0. Badre in a tweed sult and a soft hat,! ciety, People are sorry for my wife, and his game leg stuck out straight, /or pretend to be, bat I'm still all and Wis oki stick, and his hands | right, a Dit of a rake, you know, but about a thousand miles deep in his|a decent enough chap, ut I take pockets, and looking—ves, my wife/ pity on one poor girl becauwe she said the true thing when she said | clings to her motherhood altho she's how he was looking. Auyone would | unmarried, and I'm beyend the pale. have taken a second squint at old} I'm unspeakable, Amasing. Do you Babre’s face as I saw it then-—taken | say fts’ not absolutely astounding? &@ second squint and wondered what! “Hapgood, look here, It's this, he'd been thru and what on earth| This iy what I've found, You ¢an Riis Mind could be on now. They cer | do the shocking things, and it can tainly would. be known you do th® biodiing things, “I knew, I knew; but T tell you] But-you mustn't be seen doing, them, this, I could see he'd been thru a/| You can beat your wife, and can tough lot more ,and thought a con.| be known among your friends that fideradle number of fathoms deeper, | you beat your wife. But you mustn't fm the month since I'd seen him last.| be eeen beating her. You mustn't Yes, by Jove, I could see that with-|beat her tn the street or in your ‘out spectacios. neighbor's garden, You ean drink, “I went over to him. You could/ and it can be known you drink; but ve pushed him off the seat with | you mustn't be seen drunk Ting’r when he saw tw Except “Do you fee, Hapgoed? Do you that you wouldn't have had any fin-/#ee? The conventions are all right, gers Worth using as fingers, after| moral, sound, excellent, admiradl he'd squeezed your hands as he! but to save their own face there equeered mine. Both of t And) a blind side to them, a shuteye side. his face like a shout on a sunny/| Keep that side of them and you're morning. Yes, he waa pleased, all right. ‘They’ let you alone, Nke to think how folly pleased the/ They'll pretend they don’t see you. But come out and stand in front of and | them and they'll devour you. They'll my wife climbed all over him, and/ smash and grind and devour you, ‘we chatted round for a bit, and the tapgood. They're devouring me. I worked off my wife on a bunch of “That's where they've got me In people we knew and I got old Sabre| their jaws, Hapgood; and where on to a secluded bench and started in| they've got Effie in their jaws ts on him. What on earth was | Just precixely again on a blind, shut ing down at Brighton, and how ie side... . They're vilfhtly based, things? ey’re absolutely just:"you can't “He said ‘Things... 7? Things are | gainsay them, but to save their face, happening with me, Hapmood. Not to| again, they're indomitably blind and me—with me, Happening pretty | deat to the hideous crucities in their the middie of the most extraordinary, | cause the most frightful sufferin, the most astounding, the most aman. them fora bit. Isimply had to. I) df them, they won't speak of them: came down here for a week-end to} they mean well...’ get away from them 4 go On| “Old Sabre put his head In his going back tomorrow. Effie was all) wrestling with what he called the I should go—giad for mo, I mean./her. He looked up at me and he Poor kid, poor kid. Top of her own said, “Hapgood, this is where I've got Hapgood, she’s miserable to|to. This is where I am. Hapgood, at what ehe says she's let me lite’s all wrong, stupid, cruel, biun She's always crying about| dering, but it means well, We've ‘Knowing my house ts the only place! ought to live and it means well where she can’t have her baby, be) Means*well! My God, Hapgood, the tween that and seeing what her com | most terrible, the most lamentable ing into the place has caused. She! self-confession that ears can hear spends her time trying to do any| “I meant well.” Some frightful blun little thing she can to make me com-|der committed, some irreparable |'? Sabre tit “he was agonise . | e was dying before he'd done anything that could possibly be it fortabie, hunts about for any litth arm inflicted, and that pfteor thing she cap do for me. It's pathetic! heart-broken, heart-breaking, mad to me. Jumped at this sudden idea | dening, infuriating excuse, “I meat of Mine of getting away for a couplé| well, { meant well. Why ditin't some |Die for him, because what could he} of days. Said it would please her/one tell me? Life means well, Hap | With that pack of grim daugh- | |ters standing over him to see that he didn't contaminate their papa on} for a bit. Fussed over me packing! wrong, where it's blundering, where |!" death bed? He sakt he could only | more than anything in the world to! good. It does mean well, It onl know I was right away from it 4!!| wants some One to tell it where it pend all that, you know. Pathetic. | it's just missing, and why it's just rightfully. Look, just to show you! missing, all it means to do,’ how she hunts about for anything} “with that he went back to all to @o for me—said my old straw hat/ that stuff I told you he told me when ‘wes much too shabby for Brighton |; was down with him last month and ‘would I get her some stuff, of-| thar stuff about the need for a new ello acid, and let her clean it up for! revelation sulted to men's minds to- Te, That sort of little trifle. As ®/ day, the need for new light. I can't matter of fact she made stich | tei} you all that—it's net in my line, shocking mess of the hat that T/that sort of talk. But he sald, his hhafdly liked to wear !t. Couldn't) face all pink under his skin, he enid, hurt her feelings, tho. Chucked !t/| Hapgood, I'll tell you a thing. I've into the sea when I got here and/ got the secret. I've got the bought this one. Make a furmy story | the riddle that’s been puszling me all for her when I get back about how | my tite. I've got the new revelation 3 Blew off. That's the sort of life | in terms good enough for me to un we lead together, Hapgood. She ‘at! derstand. Light, more light. Here me and I trying to think out little) nop the other that the intelligence THE SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN BUTTONS OFF MY OL' PISTOL ALONG (4 SELL ME THEIR DERN VEST, AN! I MADE WIM GIVE ME A DIME “TD PAY FoR GET tT SeweD GAV NEFFYV« ARE You CIty FOLKS WEARIN’ Your LIGHT UNDERWEAR YET? fierce and pretty quick. I'm right in| application. They mean well. They | the most frightful tragedtes, but they ' ing things. I had to get away from | won't look at them, they won't think }yimn wrestling them out when they| hands. He might have been praying. | ‘weren't right under my eyes. I'm) He looked to me sort of physically | right—with her baby. She was giad| jaws that had got him and had got | house to see him. F hurt him worve, made him realise worte what a ban he wus Up against, him too shocking to be udmitted. hin old friend, about five minute the time, five of them. Came to him sald, sort of holting thetr noses, |"We have to ask you to come to see) Papa. The doctor thinks there ts! jsomething Papa wishes lyou.’ | “What It was, aparently, wag that the old gentlemen had some sort of Crying. She's torn between | shaped it to fit us as we think we / ey to} funny old notion that he was put Into life for a definite purpose and when Sabre mw him he-could just whisper ed be. Poor old Sabre said it was too terrt hold his old pal's hand, and had the tears running down hie face, and couldn't say a word, and they hustied him out, sort of holding thelr noses) Again, and sort of disinfecting the place as they went along. He sald {to me, brokenly, “Hapwood, 1 fett I'd) touched bottem, My old friend, you} know.’ He said he went again next) morning, like tradesman, just to beg for news, They told him, ‘Papa has passed away.’ He asked them, ‘Did he say anything at the last? Do Plense tél me jurt that.’ They sald | he suddenly almost sat up and called out something they couldn't under stand about ‘Ay, ready! Sabre said | ways trying to do little things forte ts: God im—love. Not this, that,|he understood and thanked God for) it. He didn't tell me what it meant; | jokes for her to try and cheer het | revolts at, and puts aside, and goes |it broke him right up even talking up. Give you another example. Just | when I had brought her the stuff) gering and unsatisfidd; nothing like for my hat. Met me with, Had I )that: but just this: plain for a enitd, | lost anything? Made a mystery Of | cisar as daylight for grown intelli- it. Said I was to guess. Guested | cence: God ie—love. Listen to this, /of his wequaintance —woutdn’t an-! ewer her letters: realized bow the| world was regarding bim and felt he couldn't impose himself on any one. |tion papers that have to be served | He seemed to suffer over that, too.” last that it must be my cig@ret | Brangood: “He that dwelleth in love cane, It was. She'd found it lyin€ | awelieth in God and God in him; for about and took me to show where! Goq is love.” Ecstasy, Hapgood, ec she'd put it for safety—in the back|stasy: 1t explains everything to me of the clock in my room. Sald Iiy can reduce all the mysteries to was always to look there for @n¥|terms of that. One of these days, little valuables I might miss, and perhaps one of these days, I'll be wanted me to know how she liked | apie to write it and tell people.’ to be careful of my things like that.| "7 sen "vou, old man, you ean think Fussing over me, d'you see? TryiM€ jwnat you like about it, but ok! Sabre, to make it seem we were living nor. mal, ordinary lives. “That's the sort of life we lead together, Hapgood—tagéther; but the life I'm caught up in, the things that ere happening with me, that I'm right in the middie of, that I felt I had to get away from for a bit— astounding, Hapgood, astounding, emerzing > “{'m trying to give you exactly his own words, old man, I want you to get this business just exartly as I got it. Old Sabre turned to mé with that—with that ‘astounding, amaz- ing—turned and faced me and sald: “Hapgood, I'm finding out the most extraordinary things about this ve made it and as we live “a Hapgood if I kept forty women |fact, that old chap fel! dying and aid pretty first-class advertisement for }hin own revelation. He'd found it ever come near seeing. It certainly was, part of this that I'm telling you, was not too bad. He'd been thru, he {Tr haven't told you half. One thing that hit him hard as he cot bear way, and goes on hungering, hun-fabout tt. There was another thing he mentioned but wouldn't go into. | Some other great friend, a woman whom he sald he'd cut right off out mM. | man. all right. The look on him was|tory again,’ he sald. nearer the-divine than anything I'vo|he was, at least he'd got that and/ Ithuings, but he was holding»up under lover t¢ all \thern. Oh, some pretty flerte things. | sidering all things, not too bad. Not too bad. That wan the morning. He |sipte? A vile, hideous, sordid intrigue wouldn't come 'to lunch with us. He) with a girl employed in his own was that that old pal of his, Punrur/naan't iked meeting my wife a It }house? or Fargus, Fargus as a matter Of\was And of course I could under. “Well, that was the morning, ola Thay was the first part, and| you see how it went. He was pretty badly in the depths but he was hold ing on. He'd got this great dincov- |when he was telling me that, was @/ery of his, and the idea of writing | about it ‘after hie History, he anid ‘If I'm ever able to take up my His. he'd also got to help him the extraor dinary, re in different parts of London and |@ie—knooked out by pneumonia spe. \iegt him made no secret of it, nothing would |cial constabling—and those dashed THE DOVE CALLS Nancy and Nick had such a good be nearly over.” that, as| Just then a bell rang, the merry- | go-round slowed down and ‘he Twins jumped to the ground, ‘hey looked for the goloshes, but they had dis- appeared complétely. Their little Green Shoes glowed like bright new | plants in the spring. | “Tjsten?’ sald Nancy, holding up a finger. “Coo.comcod?’ came mournfully acrons the valley. “Hurry!” said Nick, taking Nancy's |hand and starting to run, “We | ought to be ashamed of ourselves, so we ought, for keeping tho “ove watt- time in Whirligig valley usunl, the time flew and they had no more thought of their errand than I have of the North star and, indeed, I'm not thinking of it at all They might be there to this very minute if thelr goloshes hadn't sud- denly dropped off while they were | riding on the merry-go-round. Nancy was on a wooden camel und Nick was on a dragon, riding ‘around ‘to the merriest musice—when pop! Off dropped the whole four goloshes at once “Oh,” cried out Nancy mudéenty, Ing.” “We'll have to get off right away, |'"% ut will the dove think of} THeY were soon out of the valley, s jand greeting their patient little 6? He’ ting on the other side |" be. A vale w 58 .. bh . igre xing friend who had found shelter in a of this v , ; rose tree ‘io of the Korsknot ft “” ” if ox fs Tyee rreagaee a Ah, here you are! he sald kind ful for forsetting, aren't. wer’ he|'%+: fluttering his white wings. ‘ f oF forgetting, are 1 rt Pr fast > beceeie * The gage Twelve Toes, the Sorcerer, tind work . ya . ed some extra strong magic and that seven ley, 20 pur ,JOUrEey ney |I would neyer see you again. At last Money-back guarantes with every |YOU Are OVME the seven mountains sult, Laff, the Tailor, 1106 3rd——adw |#N4 the seven valleys. Now for King | Verdo’s palace. Follow me, my Men’s halt-roles, $1.25. Best white | dears.” oak leather used. Liberty Shoe Re.| And away he flew. palr, next Liberty theater—~Adver-| (To Be Continued) Usernent | (Copyright, 1922, by Beattie Star) inning to fear that old| right into the middle of the develop- well let the roof down on him. and went out as I came tn. served them on him. ‘They were di- voree papers, The eltation and petl- a wee bit dimmed By the time they reached the busy wharf, where Americans bepan to fully dressed and trim—the months among foreigners commenced to seem lens vivid shoulder to Paul's, Polly began hum- ming the old soldier song: AUTYMOBILES = THEY ALL “THOUGHT “THEY KNEW ME BECAUSE EACH ONE CALLED IN “TH’ VALISE « 1H’ DERN THING DON'T MIGHTY WICKED = AFTER THE BUGGY WIP SALESMAN “SHOWED JO FLIP AN APPLE FROM A BOYS HEAD, JOHN PEEBLES TRIED IT BUT MISSED HIS MARK BY A FEW INCHES wouldn't let poor old Sabre Into ‘the | ot. He sald it} CODE FOR WELL, IF You WON'T GO IN AND [) “TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS HELP ME SELECT A HAT You [gr CAN STAY OUT HERE AND LOOK [ THROUGH THE WINDOW - WHEN | TRY ONE ON You LiKe, You CAN Gwe ME A NOD AND THEN TLL Yocom KWOW You LIKE IT! than anything that's happened to} It would. That chap dying and | “They did grant him one squint of | SIDE SWAKE OF THE HEADMEANING and ‘stood over him iike dragons all! one morning and said, as tho they} were #peaking to a leper thru bars, | to my to BALL WIT Yous [ ECTTA GO Fisut , CANTCHA SEE? MUM? DLAY BY YOURSELF ——t FQ WANST TUL Dow TUL ASK MOM T DLAyY Divoree papers. proceedings | Naming the girl, Effie. | “Yea, you can whistle . against him. Qeattle 1 Cle DK 666 ‘ar. Hoe was knocked 1 got him up to to etuff a drink Stuffed it into my-} Warited them pretty | }had too mueh to do. Badly down 44 | badly Ane ROBBER STORY townsfolk heard us coming ‘and they were almost as frightened as we were and came It was pretty | the bed with the papers in his hand, gibbering. “Wall1. tell you ER nable, reasoning view he | “Bo you mee that was the morning |rook of the whole business: no bitter-| gibbering nese against any one, just under-|Was his wite mad? }what I ealled the first part, and it/standing their point of view an he | tad she gone out of her mind? lalwayx hax understood the other/t, be guilty ofa thimg like that? }was going thru some pretty fierce | point of view, just that and puzzling capable of a beastly thing like that? On the Whole, and con-|she to believe, she to believe he was ‘Was she crazy? “At first, when the child called that dreadful message fn at the open door,” the indy-who-used-to- running out to meet us, and pro- beTotey continued, “mother was) + us trom whatever danger had overtaken us. mat up and called out, “Wait! Tell) mo, child, what killed the children | hill lexs adventure In the grove on the His wife to believe | | An unspeakable, beastly thing stand how he felt, poor chap, 80 Tite that? He tried'to show me with | |his finger the words on the paper. “T left him. When I saw him again His finger be maid. People would know I was ramping great daughters of bis | wag about three o'clock, and I walked |thing. $$ We eran our tale of breath- in ‘the woods?’ party and its rude tn*erruption; lwe gasped dnd we talked all at onee—then ‘somebody said. Hapgood, do you! see this vile, obscene word here? My wife, Mabel, | |think me capable of that? what they call bearer said in a hoarss whisper ment that, aa I told you, has pretty | guilty Gn fled on to spread the news, “But mother iay back on her pillow with ‘a smile, knowing full well that no robber, band would be foolish enough to try to find anything worth ‘rob- bing’ among a lot of youngsters out on a piente, “80 whe lay back and waited. “Meanwhile, not being as wise and having been startied all at once, wo were suf- I strolled round to his hotel, ®| pee one-horae sort of place off the front.|What they call me by implication, He wax fn the lobby. No one else} what my wife, Mabel, thinks I am, there. Only a man who'd just been | what I am speaking to him and who left him | called? God, my God, adulterer! jabre had two papers in his hands.|makes me sick }1fe wee staring at them and you'd |iike poison in my mouth, And I am \ha’ thought from his face he was|to swallow it. staring at aghont. What d'you think |my name, my title, my brand! Adul- they were? Guess. Man allve, the lohap I'd seen going out ‘had Just Thought you sald the boys went to be pointed “Blankly we | Sure enough, where were laughed, some grownup body, I mean, not any of then we knew, The very word is they were up there with the grove the lunches all to themselves, and tell you, old man... I tell ** (Continued Tomorrow) the pain of absolute were panting and perspir- “1 coulda fairly feel the’ breath of! tue gna squirming while the men Pursuing villians on my neck as I) ran; hadn't I seen the horrid false | Polly and Paul-——and Paris By Zoe Beckley (Copyright, 1912, by The ‘Beattie Mar) “Quietly we turned and trudged mumbled to Lou “*wWell! That's what we get for letting the boys wo. They always poll everything.” Soria tesessslindiadindindinded ee} heard what they were doing almost CHAPTER LXXVITI—"SWEET, SWEET HOME—” When Polly and Paul had finished the journey to the port of Havre on |the littler-than-American train, with its crosswise compartments, the re-| }membrance of ‘the quaint street “How're we gonna keep ‘em down on the farm After they've seen Pareo-n-0" Paul looked Irito her face with his have. They're a bit slow, maybe, but gosh, they do enfoy ‘Iifer “They look facts in the face, they to meet realities prac- tieally, and with bravery. bélleve in mixing work with pleasure not tolling like demons till they're 60, and then promising themselves a good time, but going at things tn an éasier, happier day {ts full quota of work and enjoy- heapa and heaps we and|way—a rainbowed pageant, nalt-mag-|station—and— Oh, dearest, fsn't learn from each other," |nificent, half rowdy was her quiet comment, where they had lived in (aris was | ‘Yet when they caught “D'you mean that for me? ‘A miucy shrug was her answer, “Well, tell you the ‘truth, Polly. Ann, the exact same thought w appear—prosperdus looking, beauti-| that instant cavorting thru my bean. There's something mighty darn fine about the old world their first/Grand Central, transcending Euro-|it isn't Aunt Sue—in a checked glimpse of the American shore their} pean palaces; these passed them dn tailormade—Paul, I shall die}—Have hearts beat fairly to suffocation with |a sweep of consciousness, you got the yellow bag? And my — Their laud, Their} The dear sight after all was ithe | coat! Here's your camera—I ‘kriew modern | home-studded plains—green as emer-| you'd forget it Paul, Pau land—land of love and light and lfe|ald beneath the radiant sky. Then| heavenly to see the folks— We've ‘Their land of promise | the homely .places— There's the old | adopted Parts as our suburban home, love and pride, They know life They know what's im- Leaning on the ship's rail, her! portant and what {an't. “They're ready what you are, not for what giving each |—and home. and fulfiliment! New York, ‘as before, was » ewift/ by the river where we ‘used to go|this fs home—and there—at last, of white} pienioking—the road past the ctder| mother sees ws! The gorgeous hotel, with its|mill— Oh, do you remember that The End. Polly squeezed his aria sympa-| dream of splendor i“ ASY IT WAS AMOTWER FLASH FIVE FINGERS, THree [1714 SHOWS MINE TEEN DOLLARS! Times-Firtreen / 17 17 Sit ARE at THE TABLE AND PICK SouR YourR WHOLGS HEAD ts Hocrow I! snapping service, its elegance, its be: | night—that delicious night — and wildering super-conveniences; Broad: | there, yes, there's the bank—and the Fifth ave.,|that mother standing there with a prodigal and arrogant, and the vast}new mauve hat, bless he:—and—ift , jan't it yellow brick high school— The glade | of course; it belongs to us now—but