The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 10, 1922, Page 11

af was to me. My Harold, ® good, Christian boy, he's gone, he him aga’ aon!” Dh, dreadful! And be My Harold!” ‘The letter was crumpled tn Sabre’s He Was constricting It knocking his hed koucki@# on the marble. y dear, good boy. Oh, He dropped his right arm and ing it by his side; to and fro: over over the fire; over the t hand. his hand "My boy , Sabre! i der Dearth—over the flames, *My Harold. ! My Harold, ing his band above the flames, luck. +» Finest death. the liqueur giaases and the cigarets, : untry.... Fine boy, . . . Soldier's! wagged « solemn head at that friend Mes 6 Raa fuck, Bad tuck, | of his, newly returned from a long ning. . inarticulate, band and felt for “ Babre again, ly from the room. He went along the passage, Fortune's door towards had been his own, very slowly and with his felt deathly itt He went into his own room, d by him for many months, miliar desk. them. emotion, touch! Mr. Fortune appeared. “Sabre! You here! — I must admit— I . Forty: arms of the chair to rise. eald, “I say, I'm sorry, I—I can’t get up.” oF aft ath ro the kings were worting. “I used to be called @ poor cook, and never pretended to bake a cake worthy of praise, but now Iam called the championcakebaker of my community, thanks to the Royal Baking Powder.” Mrs. R. W. P. Absolutely Pure Contains No Alum Writes: ROYAL Baking Powder Leaves No Bitter Taste Send for New Royal Cook Booh It's FREE. Royal Baking Pow- derCo.,126 William St.,New ¥ ork SMEs ©1901 ASMHUTCHINGON (Continued From Yesterday) up" E Pwyning was brokenly saying, “It's “I say—No, 1 say, I think some of you to come, Sabre, t feel | thing’ 1 can’ iis thas ‘vestnode Pie ditty an happened to me. 1 can't get it, Sabre. 1 feel your goodness! ‘The door to me Ike this But you/in, and en ene , you always Knew, what my My Such a good boy, Babre, And went on, distraught and “My boy. My Harold. Such good bey, Sabre, Such @ perfect Never to see his face He stopped his swinging arm, hold “He that dwelleth in love dwelleth In God God in bimi for God is Jove.” opened his fingers, and pled letter fell and was con- He pushed himself up from Mantelpiece and turned and went to Twyning and stood over him ” He patted Twyning’s heaving |* ‘Ds. rs. “There, there, Twyning. Bad tuck. Hard. Hard. up, Twyning. Soldier's death. + ++ Died for his pushed up Sabre’s hand clutehed it and squeezed tt con. “There, there, rd. Hard. Fine death. ” He disengaged hand and turned and walked very past that walk. hand the wall to steady himself. unen- now Own room no more, and dropped wily into the familiar chair at the | hemorrhage. He put his arma out/ mond Clive on to him. is the desk and laid his head) we got him up here eventually to Oh, cumulative touch! | Cliv began to be shaken with onsets | beck Place. 9 with sobe. Ob, cumm-|that Lady Tybar. ‘The communicating @eor opened Street at Sabre tn astounded tndig. must Sabre clutched up his Gry and ter. stand around the bed, we three— sobbing. He turned swiftly to| watching. Impenetrable and extraor and put his hands on/dinary business! There was his body, A curfous look came upon his face. | scfousness, his ego, his self, his what I'm sor-|ever you like to call it—not there. Mr. Fortune boomed, “Cant get | Departed into, ADVENTURES Servants quickly carried the phonograph from the palace b the place beneath Princess Therma’s window, Servants quickly carried the phono- ph from the palace to the place | magic Princess Therma’s window, | Longhead, the Wiseman. the chi Sabre said, “I say, Hapgood—Nona —Nona!l I say, Nona, 1 think some oe ® happened to me, 1 can't got " A change came over his face, collapwed back in the chalr, “Marko! Marko!" She who thus erted ran forward and threw herself on her knees be. j side him, her hands stretched up to him, Hapgood turned furtously on Mr. Fortune. “Go for a doctor! Go like hell! Sabre! Sabre, old manf* “Hemorrhage on the brain,” ead the doctor, . Well, if ther no more effusion of blood. You quite understand me. I say tf there tan + Has he been thru any trouble, any kind of strain? “Trouble,” said Hapgood, Ho's been in hell-right tn.” When he was removed and they had left him, Nona said to Hapgood as they came down the steps of the County Hospital, “There was a thing he was so fond of, Mr, Hapgood: “...O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? “It comes to me now. There must be a turning now. If he dies . . still, He “Strain. | 1 Hapgood across the coffee cups, visit to America. He wagged a sol emn head: “She's got her divorce, that wife of his. . “Eh? ... Well, man alive, where do you expect me to begin? You tn- sinvate yourself into a Government commiasion to go to America to leo ture with your ‘Sketchbook on the Western Front.’ and I write you | about six letters to every one I get | out of you, and you come back and expect me to give you a complete jsecial and political and military ree ord of everything that's happened in your absence. Can't you read? . . “Well, have it your own wi I've lea after that collapse, that brain I told you we got Or I told you own pursing home in Wel Clive wae a friend of She was with | Sabre all the time he was in Queer | end it was queer, I give you! my word. Pretty well every day I'd look tm. Every day she'd be/ there. Every day Ormond Clive would come. Time and again we'd | alive, breathing. His mind, hie con Away. Absent. Not in that place. 4 occupied tn that | | | | could see the dim, mysterious glim / told you in my letters how he went | bly coming up tho side | what was he coming up to? | censure of the coroner's fury. THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN We THINKS | A STILL UFE PAGF 1 OUR BOARDING HOUSE BY STANLEY. ‘JUST TAKE THAT | FANCV LOAFING CoAT OFF, AMOS HOOPLE BECAUSE VOU'RE GOING To Pir A COAT oF PAINT ON THE PoRcH CHAIRS FoR WHE SUMMER © YOU CLAIM THE OLD HOME TOWN NO- — STU PASE Y Gr __~) .|OuT To GE lean rn = TS AY i: Soa ban mur : ¥. UAHA. THAT NOSE) OF HIG 15 A MAGTERPIECE « BUT MARTHA = T'M ONLY FAMILIAR WITH THE ATMOSPHE: OF THE PARISIAN STUDIOS AND THE EXHIBITIONS oF SARGENT AND WHIGTLER « THE IDEA OF DAUBING dy | YOUR AGI S \ MAKES You SHAKE? TH ONLY GALLERY WE WAS EVER IN WAS IN A THE FORTUNE TELLER WHO HAS BEEN LOCATED IN THE BENNER BLOCK THE PAST TWO WEEKS, LEFT TOWN ON THE NOON TRAIN TODAY, mysterious valley where those cases | 0. What was he doing there? WHat | Was he seeing there? What was he | thinking there? Was he tm touch | with this that belonged to him here? | Was he sitting in some fastnens, dark dnd infinitely remote, and trying to} rid himself of this that belonged to him here? Was he trying to get back to it, to resume habitation and possession and command? It wae rummy. It was eerie. It was creepy. | It waa like staring down into @ dark | {pit and hearing jittle tinkling sounds | of some one moving there, and won. dering what the devil be was up to. | Yes, it was creepy. . “Process of time he began to sd | there, as you might say, and you! Danny Feels Flattered HELEN, | BELIEVE I'LL Go OUT FOR A LITTLE WAL DOINGS OF THE DUFFS WHY DID You TURN HIM] 1 ToLD HIM DOWN, OLIVIA? THIS IS A | THAT [HAD HOW DO You Do,mMiss OLIVIA - WELL,) SEE You KEPT Your back. He'd struck @ light down mer of ft, moving about, impercept. | ow bright er, now fainter; now here, now there. Rummy, I can tell you. But he waa/ coming up. He was climbing up out | of that place where he had been. | What would he remember? Yes, and | “What was he coming up to? That | Was what began to worry me. This! divorce sult of hiv wife's wae elimb- | ing up Ite place in the list, He was) climbing up out of the place where! he had been and this case was climb- ing up towards hearing. Do you get| me? Do you get my trouble? Soon | ae his head emerged up out of the! pit, was he going to be bludgeoned down Into tt again by going thru in | the Divorces Court precisely that | which had bludgeoned him down at) the inquest? Was I going to grt) the case held up #0 as to keep him) for that? Or what was I going to/ lo? I hadn't been instructed to pre. | pare his defense. At Brighton, when | I'd suggested it, he'd told me, polite | ly, to go to hell. I hadn't been in-| structed; no one had been instructed, And there was no defense to prepare. | There was only his bare word, only hig Mat denial—denial Mat, unprofit abie, and totally unsupported. The} only person who could support It wae the girl, and she was dead: she was| much worse than dead: she had died in atrocious ciroumstances, his part) in which had earned him the severo/ His To WAKINATH MiMe USS OLD SNUFF To MANE SONSTUIN' Dons / | | linea Nick ané Nancy brought record with the the words of And King Verdo [fauna needle which th produced the had been the ird peg of the heel of his left boot. “Silence cried the furious falcon | |from the tree-top. “We shall now |hear the words for which we hve waited so long.” | he machine was wound and the| jneedie put in place. Everybody held | [his breath. There was a faint buzz. | jing. Then came the voice of wise lold Longhead: “Both kings are im |postors. Neither shall saarry the | Princess Therma jare bewitched. The true kings! Let the folse kings | jtry their skill at shooting and my |words will be proven true. Only true kings can shoot straight.” “It's @ shouted King Indig. | “Bring me my bow!" false!’ roared King Verdo. | “Bring me my arrows.” “What shall be the target?” erted | everyone “The dove at your window,” cried King Indig. “Agreed!” naid King Verdo. “Oh, no, no, not’ erfed Nancy tn ula “Please don't.” cried out the faicon. the dove bare the marit.” So it was settled. King Indig shot first, Lut bis ar. row was so crooked jt whizzed around In elrcles and disappeared tn | « he sky. “Oh? moaned the Diddyevvers. King Verdo shot next, but his bow was #0 crooked that his arrow went straight into the ground “Oh,” the Korsknotts sorrow for their king “And now,” cried out the furious | falcon, “turn the other side of the record and learn the truth, good peo: ple. You shall know all, for Long: |r head has yet more to say.” (So Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) “Let moaned in | voree Court and say, ‘Before she died | definite and satisfactory proof o| jand ling and turning i WHAT'S ALREADY HAPPENED opposite me at table in my own Iit- could be, head.” Bride and groom agree to retain t tle home. “She sat knitting, there on the (To Be Continued) Mbertios aw individuais. Jack interrup Bart was just a careless Dig boy, tkiekin |his wife's dinner preparations to phone [that he le staying at the n my husband's absence. I don’t] Dinnerless for convention's sake, | ship. the way to the legitimato, ding. IT been wedded, but soi think that principle restrained me. T spiritiess because we had disagreed, ‘The fact eo depressed me that not The rich man’s daughter designed “Oh, hot Did you marry him?*| curious certainly had hapa ae we drove in ailence to the Little Play: |until we reached the Little Play./our costumes and did them excel-|queried Judge Ballou with a critical|me. Without my own mac alread: don’t think T was able to decide b® | rouge, A wall of reserve separated |house did I remember that I had|lently, Local artiste sketrhed our glance at Bart. ‘I had an tmpres.|/I had begun to feel detached, out of tween the right and the wrong of the | us for the first time in our lives. |falied to call up the chess club and/ sets. Local authors got us to try out | sion my cards read ‘air, Joho Cuth- | placet 2 matter, Bart and I never had spooned.| notify Jack where I was going, their dramas. bert Madison.’ * And for the first time the aft ‘The simple fact was thut J could | Petting parties were not my line. I] For several years a crowd of u¥| Our director was a ju4ge on the] 1 shrugged my shoulders, as much /fairs of the Little Playnouse bered not vision Bart, ancient ally tho he| knew that Bart had had his “cases” | had been staging a variety of plays|hench by day who enjoyed directing jas to say, “Well, you see whom I'm was, sitting in my beloved's place, defense couldn't have been worse. | co-respondent have been in places and | He'd tied himself in damming knots|in circumstances where they might ever wince he'd first wet eyes on the have incriminated themselves, t girt,-and all he could bring to untie| Divores Court nically aneumes them was simply to say, ‘It wasn't) that, being human, they would have! x0.’ His defense was as bad as if| incriminated themselves. ‘But,’ tt} he were to atand up before the Di-| says to. the petitioner, ‘I want proof, the girl wrote and signed « state-| those places and of those circum ment exonerating me and fixing the| stances, That's what I want. That's paternity on so-and-so, He's dead,| what you've got to give me,’ too, that so-and-so, and as for her| “Very well. Listen to me atten: signed statement, I'm sorry to say|tively, Lend me your ears, The I destroyed it, forgetting I should! onus of that proof rests on the peti need it in this suit. I was worrted|tioner. Because a caso Is undefend- | about something else at the time,|ed, it doewn't for one single shadow I quite forgot this an@ I de-|of a chance follow that the petition stroyed it.’ ig therefore going to be! mel Page 672 THE WEE LITTLE WOMAN ON THE PLAINS “No,” Mr. Hawke sald, “you driver's seat of the wegon, UST 4 MINUTE, JONGS3 Have “ou Gor A STICR and | wen . ” No. Th ° he simply a!4n't know fering about the cattle and 1 don’t say his defense would be No. The Divorce Court|] areright. 8 quite #0 crudely Insulting to the In, says to the petitioner, “It's up to|] pow to be afraid. thinking how atill and peaceful It GUM fee MG, Too ¥ telligence of the court as that; but/ you. Prove it. Never mind what the! “T've heard her huehend tell/ all was, when apparently out of - I say the whole unsupported twist. | other side isn’t here to deny, What nowhere at all an Indian warrior appeared, all painted up and wear ing nothing but a breech-clcth and @ feather headdress, “Now, those wagons had heavy, broad tongues, you know, and when the teams were unhitched, the end of this ‘tongue’ lay down on the ground, making a sort of incline up to the wagon, “The Indian didn't even glance at the bit of a woman tn the wagon, He just walked proudly up the wagon tongue, and thrust- ing his long, brown arm down Into the wagon bed, began tn toss things about and pick up this and that ‘which he felt he might like to have and tucked {t away under his arm, or into his bel’. “Mrs. Comfort watched a mo ment in open-mouthed wonder, that anyone could be ro ‘nervy’ and all at once ehe got angry | and hot and without thinking of consequences, she selzod a car. penter’s hammer lying near, raised it higheabove her head, and brought it down with ® resound- ing ‘whack! right on the Indian's about one night when they were out on the plains and tho stock | all stampeded. “Morning came and ther they were, stranded with no oxen to pull the loads and no telling where the oxen were gone “In the gray dawn of thy early morning all the settlors got up and the men separated into groups to go and find the lost cattle, leaving the women to ruerd the wagons “I don’t know,’ Mr Comfort told his wife, ‘maybe ihe cattle stampeded, but I wouldn't be too sure of it. Looks to me very much as if they had been quietly driven off. We'd have heard the nolse in the night if it had been a» regular stampede.” “Don't worry,’ Mra. Comfort told him. ‘I'll stay right here tn the wagon and the Indians won't dam come near” “But she wasn't able to forses how bold some of the savages you've got to do Is to natisty me, to! prove to me that these places and| these circumstances were #0. Go| &head, Satiefy me—tf you can.’ “So I eal to myself; now the piaces and the ciroumstances of this! | petition unquestionably were #0. All| | the Sabres in the world couldn't de | for the pleasure of seeing him nursed | ny that, Let his wife go ahead and back to life to go thru that agony | prove them to the satisfaction of the and ordeal of the inquest again and| Court, if she can. If she can’t; good; come out with the same result as if/no harm done that he wasn't there he hadn’t been there at all? And I| to be bludgeoned anew. If she can decided—no; no, thanks: not me. It| satisfy the court, well, I say to you, 4 too much like patching up a @y-|my friend, as I said then to myself, an in a civilized country for|and I say it deliberately: ‘If she can the pleasure of hanging him, or like | satisfy the court—good again, better, fatting up a etarving man in a can-|excelient. He's free: he's free from nibal country for the satisfaction of|@ bond intolerable to both of them. “Rught. ‘The hearing came on and “And I had this, In further wup-|his wife did satisfy the Court. She port of my position I had this, My|ot her decree, Ho's free... That's friend, the Divorce Court, Is a cynical} that... . If m respondent and al (Concluded Tomorrow) nd writhing and mot far short wriggling of it w of it. “Well, that waa how IT figured it out to myself in those days, as the case came along for hearing; end I sald to myself: Was I going to put in affidavits for a stay of hearing ing me eating him institution, By a Bride CHAPTER VI.—MARRIAGE BUILDS A WALL z who was used to having his own | way, who had boswed me from my babyhood, I was greatly relieved when he concluded the steak episode by picking up his hat with: “Peggins, if I've annoyed you, I'm sorry! Come on!" ub to ming, Altogether we were a bo- hemian bunch, or we thought we we “Anything you can’t pull off? ‘The crowd at the Little Playhouse} More raillery, meaning nothing, Welcomed me, the bride, with a gay | But somehow T wished that my very chorus, It was the first time any |own husband had escorted me to the of them had seen me since my wed: | Little Playhouse, Not a month had A certain rich man financed our terprise, Some of us acted for the fun of the thing; some because they had achieved a little reputation an college for dramatio ability; some in the hope that amateur work would open up. And I knew that he would have loathed me had he suspected me of permitting “petting.” And because there never had been anything sentimental between us It seemed doubly ridiculous to let my marriage disturb our goo1 fellow flerce attack from the boys: “Luck with you, per usual!* hi Fart Elliot, her I 414 not brotl the steak for Bart —more and more of them as he grew lin an old barn, refitted ag « theater, | plays as some persons enjoy swim: | witht’ eo Be Conunue®