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enim MONDAY, JUNE 26, 1922. (Continued From Page 6) tine now above the exhaust of the powerful engine, “But ft shore can take a delight in doin’ that! & long!" “So long ‘The gears meshed. A stream of «moke from the rew oil spat out for a second, Then rearing and chortling with the beginning of battle, the machine swept away to. ward the slight turn that indicated the scraggly end of the little town of Dominion, and the beginning of the first grade. The exhilaration still was upon Barry Houston, He whistled and sang, turning now and then to view the bright greenness of the newly: leated aspens, to watch the circling eallies of the jaybirds, or to stare only the beginning I'm stepping into?” | The answer came almost before |the machine had warmed into action. }Once more the engine labored; nor Was it until Barry had answered its | easping plea by a shift to second gear that tt strengthened again. ‘The \grade was growing heavier; once Barry turned his head and « with |the knowledge that far beneath him & few tiny buildings dotted what |seemed to be a apace of ground as level as a floor Dominion! And he had barely passed’ outside Its envire onst | He settled more firmly In his neat and gripped hard at the steering wheel. The turns had become short er; more, Barry found himself right- ing the machine with’ audden jerks as the car rounded the short curves Wonder what " true meaning of the villager’s words ahead to where the blues and greens and purples of the follage and rocks merged in the distance. The grade was yet easy and there was no evi dence of strain upon the engine; the tiny rivulets which ran along the slight ruts at each side of the road) short pitches to even eighteen and betokened nothing to him save the/twenty per cent! For a time the slight possibility of chains, should a/ machine sang along in second, buck- addy stretch of straightaway road/ing the raises with almost human appear later on. But as yet, that} persistence, finally, however, to gasp hed not occurred, and Barry was}and break in the smooth monotony living for the moment. of the exhaust, to miss, to strain and The road began to twist slightly,| struggle vainly, then to thunder on With short raises and shorter level|once more, as Houston pressed the stretches winding among the aspens | gears into low and began to watch and spruces, with sudden, jagged|the motormeter with anxious eyes. turns about heavy, frowning boulders/The mercury was rising; another whose jutting noses seemed to scrape | half-hour and the swish of steam told the fenders of the car, only to miss/ of a boiling radiator. them by the barest part of an inch.| A stop, while the red, hissing wa- Suddenly Barry found himseit bend: / ter splattered from the radiator cock, ing forward, eyes still on the road /and the lifted hood gave the machine in spite of his half-turned head, ears/a chance to cool before replenish straining to catch the slightest var-| ment came from the murky, discol- fation of the motor, It seemed to be|ored stream of melted snow water straining.—yet the long, suddenly/which churned beneath a sapling straight stretch of read ahead of him) bridge. Panting and light-headed seemed perfectly level; downhill if/from the altitude, Barry leaned anything. More and more lsbored) against the machine for a moment, became the engine. Barry stopped./then suddenly straightened to draw and lifting the hood, examined the; his coat tighter about him and to carbureter. With the motor idling, | raise the collar about his neck. The it seemed perfect. Once more be) wind, whistling down from above, started,—-only to stop again and anx-| was cold: something touched his face fously survey the ignition, test the | and meied there,—snow! epark plugs and again inquire into} The engine was cool now. Rarry the activities of the carburetor. At/leaped to the wheel and once more last, reassured, he walked to the/began his struggle upward, a new front of the machine, and with the | seriousness upon him, a pew grim. ecrewdriver pried the name plate/ ness apparently in the tightness of from its place on the radiator and/nis Nps. The tiny rivulets of the tossed it into the tumbling, yellow/road had giver place to gushing tr beside the road. Then he) streams; here and there putch of d back to the machine,—-only to/ snow appeared in the highway: far- stop suddenly and blink with sur-| ther above, Barry could see that the white was unbroken save for the half-erased marks of the two care which had made the journey before him. The motor, ike some refreah- @1 animal, roared with a new power | and new energy, vibrant, confident, | but the epiri: was not eshnwt by the} man at the wheel. He was tn the midst of a fight that was new to him, a struggle against one of the mightiest things that Nature can know, the backbone of the Rocky Mountains,—a backbone which leered him tn threatening, vicious coldnésa, which nowhere held eur. cease; tt must be a battle to the end! Up—up—up—the grades growing steadily heavier, the shifting clouds enveloping him and causing him to atop at intervals and wait in shiver ing fmpatience until they should where the front wheels seemed to hang momentarily above oblivion, as the chasin« stretched away to mn. ingly bottomless depths beneath. | Gradually, the severity of the grade had increased to ten, to twelve and in grade had faded now. A few fect away was a deserted cabin, butlt up- out, a twisting, turning, almost writhing thing, cutting Into the side of the mountain, a jagged scar, sear. Ing its way up the range in flights) clear and allow him once more to that seemed at times to ran almost | continue the struggi«. Grayness and perpendicular and which faded, only | sunshine’ fittted about him; one mo- to reappear again, like the trafl of | ment his head was bowed agatnat the | fome gigantic cut-worm, mark above|sweep of a snow flurry, driving mark, as it circled the smaller hills, | straight against him from the higher | eut into the higher ones, was lost| peaks, the next the brilliance of| at the edge of some great beetling| mountain sunshine radiated about! rock, only. to reappear once more, | him, cheering him, exhilarating him, hundreds of feet overhead. The eyes| only to give way to the dimness of | of Barry Houston grew suddenly ser-|damp, @rifting migts, which closed | fous. He reached into the toolbox, | in upon him like some great, gray | and bringing forth the jack, affixed | garment of distress and held him in the chains, forgetting hin usually |its gloomy clutch until the grade cheery whistle, forgetting even to/ should carry him above It and tnto ke notice when an investigative jay | the sun or snow again. mbled out upon a dend aoe | Higher! The machine was roaring | brinct® and chattered at him. The/ like a desperate, cornered thing now: | its crawling pace slackening with the had come at last. The mountains were | steeper inclines, gaining with the les- Now, DO LET ME PAY THIS “TIME © REALLY I'LL BE cROSS IF You WHERE (S*THAT (> About him were white now; the pines had lost thetr greenness to becom’ black silhouettes against the blank colorless background. Barry Houston time behind, to give way clutch of winter and the white desert of altitude, But withal tt was beautiful. harassed by dangers that he never before knew could exist, disheartened by the even more precip! which lay ahead, fighting a battle for which he was unfitted by expert ence. Houston could not help but comforted by the about him, to look upon, to dimsect, to survey with the all-sering eyes of tremend- versed, but now only @ scratch upon the expanse of the great country which tumbled away benema him. Hills had become hummocks, towe: ing pines but vast dleplay of Nature's artistry. And above — Barry Houston looked upon ft with dazaied eyes, The sun had broken forth again, to stream upon the great, rounded head of Mount Tal- uchen, and there to turn the ser. ried snows to @ mane of shell-pink pearl, to smooth away the glaring whiteness and paint instead a down. ike coverlet of beauty. Here and there the great granite prectpices stood forth in old rose and royal pur. bie; farther the shadows melted into mantles, not of black, but of softest lavender; mound upon mound of col. Or swung before him ae he glanced from peak to peak-—the colors that only an artist knows, tintings tn. stead of solid grounds, rather than actualities. gnarled pines of timber Piven the line, where off short to give way to the barren ness of the white desert, ssemed sof. tened and freed from their appear ance of constant @uffering in the| pursult of life. A lake gleamed, set, it neemed, at an upright angle upon the very side of a mountain; an fce| frowning now, instead of beckening, | ser raises, then settling more to the glowering instead of promising,| lagging pace as steepness followed | threatening instead of luring. One| steepness, or the abruptness of the| by one he locked the chains into place, | curve caused the great, slow-moving | and tossing the jack once more into | vehicle to lose the momentum gain. the toolbox, resumed his place at the|ed after hundreds of feet of strug. wheel gle. Again the engine boiled, and “A six per cent. grade If {t's an| Barry stood beside It in shivering} finch!” he murmured. “And this Is! gratitude for its warmth. The bilis C]| APVEMTURES oF SNE TWINS 5] The Twins hunted everywhere for|1 go to visit them. If you come with Mr. Peerabout, the lost Man-in-the | me I think I can show you Mr. Peer. Moon. about.” ‘They were asking the woodfolk| Away went Scramble Ike the! when Scramble Squirrel came bound: | wind, followed by the Twins in their | about to|magic Green Shoes. t ing along and was just shinny up to his own front door| At last they came to the elty and when he stopped to listen, soon reached the park “What's tt all about?’ he asked.| “There,” said Scramble, pointing And so the whole thing had to be explained over again. proudly toward a still figure of white marble in the center of a smooth said Scramble, “I've got|green lawn. In one hand the figure What does Mr. Peerabout | carried a map of the world and with b { not have! of whom no one dared to tell hi emo- the other hand he was sh: 50 | him} And as we reached the throne of | ing. . Nancy told him. eyes as if he were looking prep dbs r By 9 Bride ~~ hg Rl gad page aed they lexoent me, ‘hed T watted toy that] the Viking I motioned that hatetl | tional role. Lever had-undertaken. “and does he keep looking for | thing very important. CHAPTER XLVI~—HURTING A HUSBAND Ry epg ag NRE igh a gon van bei Sat jogs meen from: the South to stand| When it was done I was almost too fomething all the time?” asked! “Scramble, dear,” said Naney in| wnile the rehearsal was in taunted me with her smug smile. As| heart. learned to toddle and to Isp hisledd: ) UeN Sade ‘the cloth “of | weary to listen to the -conapatins Seramble excitedly. va [ty ind but disappointed votcoe,| progress I couldn't determine just |if she knew that my hold upon him| 1, too, had a gift, I told my lord. | father’s name. oe Hone of) those" "Who Gre Wiliam ang Deed he does,” remarked Nick. |""That's not Mr. Peerabout. Don't/ how Bart's audacity had disturbed | was weak! Oh, only a small thing, I could enrry| ‘The next scene discloned the Indies |she obeped She reted eee oeeibe Ae | around us. aerate Sy, SAUTE id: - yom Meet ere ame What sare. He Onys, OP leey hustand | About her neck was a string of|it upon one arm! But precious! Alef the court ranged with the herows| held whet, bey ey mn 1a. aud SERDY Cuma Uiit ‘nak ey HRs pes? is jlumbus discovering America.’ ” According to the plot I, the Vik-| pearls. These I demanded to humil®| gift from the gods themselves! to see their leader receive his gift. | th 0 a mi er ait sau they |" Shon is treet tet Vm not sure,” declared Scramble} | “Well, I declare!’ said Scramble, |ing’s bride, continued to chatter my|inte her, But the girl looked fear.) I left him to go for Jt. And T did| Proudly I returned with my ear ait i é ried “ekoeir’ . But they | Jack is invariably Gealteows mm mysteriously. “I shouldn't think he'd need to look |joy in the jewels my hero had|lessly to the Viking, and laid a pro. | not tell him that I was going to fetch jure. But I came not a eee ee et ae at ne Of So meee Abies Soe. en "You see," he said importantly, “tT! so bard, It's right under his nose,” have cousing who live in the park in| (To Be Continued) city. and every once in so often (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) then | seemed to presage the end. car akidded and strength of thunder, f OUR FIRST YEAR | rival was tawny and bold, gorge giistened with the scintillation of a million jeweis, a cloud rolled through a great crevice like the bil-| lowing of some soft-colored crepe and then Ba Ty crouched and shivered, then | ta with sudden activity. It all had faded, faded in the biast of a shrilling wind, bringing its breast the cutting assault of sleet and | upon |the softer, yet no less vicious swirl of show. Quickly the radiator was | drained and refilled. Once more, hud | dled in the driver's seat, Barry Hous-| ton gripped the wheel and felt the! jerenehing of the chain-clad wheels | in the snow of the roadway, The! windshteld counted for nothing; It} there were moments lurch, just in time. j small boulders Ng mound that neemed to travel for | wan large and yellow and free from | glare. to the dashboard clock, then back to He swerved his gaze swiftly hé sun again. Four o'clock! coming. A frightened the world of vegetation was sliced! WOULDN: OF \T* I HAVE HWE CHANGE RIGH | had left May and warmth and «pring: | to the| Com, | 9 trail) feel repaid for it al! as he flattened | bis back against the hot radiator and, | warmth, looked | The world was his—his| ous heights, to view In the perspec: | tive of the eagle and the hawk, to| look down upon from the pinnacies | and see, even as & god might see it.| Far below lay « tiny, discolored rib: | bon,—-the read which he had tra-| | | | | | suggestions | ing. wasp. ‘The sentence wag not finished. A | Was only by leaning far outsside the | sudden, clattering roar had come) | car that he could see to drive, and/ from beneath the hood, a clanking that | jangle which told him that his eyes) |had sought the ofl gauge too late, Chasms lurked o¢ the corners, the| the shattering, agonizing cacophony 1 from one! of a broken connecting rod, the in- side of the arrow rondway to the|evitable result of a missing oll sup-| other; once the embankment erum-/|ply and its consequent burnt bear: | bled for an instant as a rear wheel raced for @ foothold and gained it| shut off the engifle and pulled to one the THE SEATTLE STAR PAGE 11 OUR BOARDING HOUSE safety. dred. told more to reached, with the th: ty. He “The of! pump! came with a half} “It's broken—I'll have to—" | Thundering below, | side of Barry could hear the descent of the! force of habit dirt and — Ne t THINK <2) PROVOKING = T SO ead YUL GMMR < fl the vagueness of the distance which | comes with the end of day. j Anxiously he studied his speedo- Meter as the road atretched out for a space of a few Five miles—only five miles | in @ space of tim try could have Five miles and the route book plainly “o Anxloualy he watched ught that perhaps it had broken, but the slow progress of the mile-tenths took away that possibitt- | veered dashboard, suddenly to center it up- on the off gauge. } He pressed harder up on the accel | mountains had lured again, only that|erator in a vain effort, they might clutch him in @ tigher | gauge showed no Indication that the} jembrace of danger than ever. Now| chanxe of speed had been felt. | the snow was whirling about him inj} jalmost blinding swiftness; the email Hopelensty, an they! that there could be no remedy for! struck against protruding rocks andj the clattering remonstrance of the echoed forth to a constantly grow-| broken rod, inevitable, from the distance another, a greater | enemy creeping toward him over tho Yet | hills and ice gorges, through the val- | the great yellow ball was hovering |\eys and slong the sheer walls on the brim of Mount Taluchen; dusk | granite was ment the sun came agafh and bel a stared toward it with set, anxio: “What's all the trouble about?” he asked. ayes. It no longer was dazzling: it| than ever The last, @lance | dying sun was Just disappearing over showed him the black shadows of the fount Taluchen valleys, the deeper tones of coloring, | (Continued Tomorrow) that before the summit was that the road was his without question, that it was beyond | miles that it might return with the| hope to look for aid up here where | Then for a mo-|all the world was pines and preci pices and driven snow, that he must go on fighting against heavier odds And as he realized the his dull, BY AHERN “THROUGH “TH? MOTIONS » THEY'LL TEN DOLLAR BILL THEN TH’ OTHER & SAY, COMMODORE, | LOVE NOTHING BETTER 1 MADE A MESS OF THAT- WHAT Do THEY CALL “THAT THING THEY STEER WITHP IT ISN’T THE RUDDER - PULLIN’ AND “Twe JIB ALL SET AND THE ~ -THE- A LITTLE MY MEMORY FAILS ME- LET'S SRE, ANCHOR-No- MTR MAT Nou CAN. WANG “HAT = THAT IS hundred feet for that on level coun- | ed for « hun oul there were four with a eudden the instrument, | his gaze along the His jaw sagged. But the red wagons?” in W The beautiful Walla. “Her dejectedly Barry “You have since you tired eyes saw of ruddy rim of a blonde and angelic, My And she I was her! brought me while I schemed darkly, | teeting hand upon the pearls, my lord refused to take them from sight, And | his little son. Peggy gave a grown-up sound ing sigh, as she asked, “Then that all the story “bout the beauti- | ful girl, and the melodeon and the And Mrs, Davis sald, are stories and all, the trip and the girl and the! melodeon and the wagons, bub we will have time for only one more before the meeting begins be 13} melodeon was the first one | ia Walla where we settled, and one of the first In the state, girl man she Joved and lived tn Walla youngest Drumheller, was a customs of. “And about the red wagons— when we got to Green river, we came to a dead stop, crossing at that point, have many pioneer stories; every train had trouble of some sort over it, and they finally had guides sta- tioned there, to show the settlers how to get across, “But when we reached the ford, we coultt see the camp of these men, and we saw a sort of old fashioned windlass affair with the rope and there were oxen brows ing about, but not a guide was in We learned afterward that pearls were the only thing I might Page 712 THE RED WAGONS COME TO GREEN RIVER they had gone off after supplies. is} “People didn’t want “We've they it here t “There | stories about it| ‘It isa friend ‘else ing, them, strong rope am sure we shall do well to watt for their return.’ married the “We wal discontente sign of fon, Roscoe ficer here In Seattle for many | road,—through sheer! years; no doubt your daddy In his heart he knew |f jc n¢ ride out ac what could ting the train across. “Now, all this time mother and he rest of us knew nothing about their fretful urging. heard about the| When father came. une ee the I'm sure, and got my pony—Nellia, listened to so Ko by their what watch as shriniing! and father courag enough, horse lose h er try to pu saw. at them, thoy held t (Te le oxetrere ener little son of whom he had not known, | planned, hold His son had been born after my|by his tiny hand. In all the ship, he sald, thoge|lord had gone to the southward, the! 1 followed THE OLD HOME TOWN DRAWING TOOK PLACE TODAY AT ROBINSONS STORE wanted to go on. grumbled, day making the grumblers more and discontent grew, and at last father gave in to and said that he himself would away, we weren't afraid was “The men w anxiously gulded her and en- er to go on. way t were safe then the men saw the tho swift current tugging, tugging pre mi eo Zz as APPL TO ‘ “TOM, IP You SEB OLIVIA DOWN THERE, LHER | WANT ‘TO SEB HER! WITH "THE MAINSAIL PULLIN’ AND “THE JIB ALL SET AND THE TILLER IN YouR HAND =THAT'S fr — |, EVERETZ TRUE » IT'S NExy To IMPOSSIBLE TO FIND THIS MAN IN EHS OfFICS LATELY Secs (@ ~ Can FIND HIM AT HIS Houses | ee fe were restless; they to stop and walt; they crossed other rivers,’ ‘Why must we 1 be led across with a very dangerous cross. father would tell the guides and their would not be here, I BUSINGS BEeroRs ted three days, every 4 still there was ye men, Restlesaness their urging ross the river and see be done about get- cause we had no idea oing to do, had made him stood some- urg n the bank to ellie xtepped a little into the swift water, ner footing, saw fath- Ul her up on the bar tugging and heir breath! Me Continued) borne by a warrior and covered with & golden cloth. curtain fell, My part in the play was exhaust- as I had creature who fell and clung to the ling my beautiful babe Viking's feet My lord shook her off, threw back the gorgeous napkin—saw—and the had made him jealous I did not not like my man to be unmannerly, (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Staxp upturned shield,