The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 7, 1922, Page 13

(Continued From Yesterday) Before, in the days agone, they had been only mountains, reminders Of an eruptive time tn the cooling of the earth—so many bumpy places Upon a topographical railroad map. Rut now-—now they were different, They seened like home. They were the future. They were the housing place of the wide spaces where the streams ran thru green valleys, © the sagebrush dotted the plateau pial and where the world Was a thing with rima about it; hills soft blue and brown and gray and buroing red in the suntight, black, crumpled velvet beneath the moon and stars; hills where the pines grew, where hig life awaited him, a new thing to be remolded Nearer to his own desires, and where lived Ba'tiste, Agnes—and Medaine. Houston thought of her with a sud den cringing, In that moment as he stood outside the door of Ba'tiste’s cabin, he had heard himself sealed and delivered to oblivion as far as ehe was concerned, He was only an @cquaintance—one with a grisly ) shadow in bis past—and it was best that he remain such. Grudgingly, Barry admitted the fact to himself, aa he sat once more in the red-plush @moking car, surrounded by heavy shouldered, sodden-faced men, his new crew, en route to Empire Lake, Tt was best. There was Agnes, with her debt of gratitude to be paid and with her affection for him. which in fits blindness could not discern the fact that it was repaid only as a sense of duty, There was the fight te be made—and the past. Houston shuddered with the yhought of it ‘Taings were only as they should be; grimly he told himself that he had erred in even thinking of happiness such as comes to other men. His life had been drab and gray: it must re main 60. Past the gleaming lakes and eter- mal banks of snow the train crawled to the top of the world at Crestline, puffed and clattered thru the snow: sheds, then clambered down the Mountain side to Tabernacle, With Riis dough-faced men about him, Houston sought trafsportation, at Tast to obtain it, then started the Journey to the mill. Tuo the canon and to the last rise. ‘Then a figure showed before him. a gigantic from, running and tumbling ‘thru the underbrush at one side of ‘the read, a dog bounding beside him. It was Ba'tiste, excited. red-faced, his arms waving like windmills, his Yoieo booming even A distance: “M'sieu Houst: M'sieu Houston! Ba‘teese ashame’! Ashame'!” He had reached the wagon now, panting, still striving to talk and failing for tack of breath, his big hands seeking to fill in the spaces where words had departed. Houston Jeaned toward him, gripping him by & massive shoukler. “What's happened? What's—" teese watch one, two, t'ree night. Nothin h'appen. fa'teese think about his lost trap. He think mebbe there is one place where he have Ret look”. He say to Golemar he will go for jus’ one, two hour. No- body see, he think. So he go. And he come back. Rlocey! Eet is done Ba’teese have fait!” “But what, Ba'tiste? It wasn't your fault. Don't feel that way Has anything happened ‘They had reached the top of the wise. Below them tay something ‘which caused Barry Houston to leap to his feet unmindful of the jolting “wagon. to stand weaving with white. gripped hands, to stare with suddenly deadened eyes— Upon a blackened, smoldering mass ef charred timbers and twisted ma ehinery. The remainder of all that once had been his mill! CHAPTER ‘Words would not come for a mo- ment. Houston could only stare and realize that his burden had become greater than ever. In the wagons behind him were twenty men, guar. anteed at least a month of labor, and now there was nothing to pro- vide it. The mill was gone: the Diade was still hanging in {ts sock ets, a useless, distempered thing; the botler was bent and blackened, the belting burned; the carriages and Muley saws and edgers and trimmers ‘were only so much junk. He turned at last to Ba'tiste, to ask tritely what he knew could not be answered “How did it happen, Ba'tiste? Didn't any one see?” The Canadian shrugged his shoul ers “Ba'teese come back. Eet is done.” “Let's see Agnes. Maybe she can tell us something.” But the woman, her a Houstons’ neck, could only announce hysterically that she had seen the mill burning, that sho had sought! help and bad failed to find it “Then you noticed no one around] the place?” | “Only Ba'tiste.’* “But that was an hour or so be} fore.’ * | The big moved away templation of the charre voles of Agnes Jierdon sank low | French-Canadian — had} to stand in doleful con. mass, The “I don't know, Barry. I don't want to accuse “You don't mean “Al I know is that I «aw him leave the place and go ¢ the hill Fifteen minutes later, I saw the mill | burning and ran down there, All about the place rags were burning and I could smell kerosene. That's all I saw But in the absence of any one else, what should a person think?" Houston's lps pressed tight. He turned angrily, the old grip of sus piclon upon him—suspicion that | would point In time of stress to every one about him, suspicion engendered by black days of hopelessness, of despair, But in an instant, it all was gone; the picture of Ba'tiste Re- naud, standing there by the embere, the honesty of his exp: pn Of sor- row, the slump of his shoulders while the dog, unnoticed, muzaied its cold nose in a timp hand, was enough to wipe it all out forever. Houston's eyes went straight to those of Agnes Jierdon and centered there. “Agnes,” came slowly, “I want to ask a favor, No matter what may | happen, no matter what you may! think personally, there is one man | whe trusty me as much as you have trusted me, and whom [I shall trust mm return, That man is Ba'tiete Re naud, my friend. I hope you ean| find a friend in him, too; but if you | can't, please, for me, never men | tion it.” } “Why, of course not, Barry.” She| laughed in an embarrassed manner | and drew away from him. “I just thought I'd tell you what I knew I didn’t have any idea you were auch We'll forget the “Thank you." Then to Ba'tiste he went, to bang him on the shoulder, and with an effort to whtr} him I we stand here and weep? Oh—* “Eet was my fault!" The French Canadian still stared at the ruins, “Eet ts all Ba‘teese’ fault-~” “I thouht you were my friend, Ba’ tinte.” “Sacre! T am." / “Then show it! We'll not be able to make & cage against the firebugs even tho you and T may be fairly sure who did it. Anyway, it tmn't going to break us, Fve got about fifteen thousand in the bank. There's enough lumber around here to build | | & Rew saw.ched of a sort, and money to buy & few saws, even if we can’t have as good a place as we had be. | fore. We can manage. And I need help—-I won't be able to move with- out you. But—" “Out “But, amiled at him, “if you ever mention any responsl- bility for this thing again—you're| fired. Do we understand each other?” Very slowly the big trapper turned | and looked down into the frank, | friendly eyes of the younger man. He blinked slightly, and then one} tremendous arm encircle Houston shoulders for just a moment. At| last a smile came, to grow steadier. | The grip about the shoulders tight ened, suddenly to give way to a whanging blow, as Batiste, jovial | now, drew away, pulled back his shoulders and squared himsctt tho for some physical encounter. and Barry an “Ah, oui!" He bellowed. “Oui, oul, | oul! Bon—good! Ba'teese, he un’ stan’. | j Now what you want me to! do?” | “Take this bunch of men and turn | to at clearing away this wreckage |'Then,” and he smiled his confidence jat Renaud, “make your plans for the | | building of a saw-shed. That is—if | you really want to go thru with it?! | “Ab, out~oul” The waved his arms excitedly and «um. | moned his men. For a moment | Barry stood watching, then return jing to Agnes, escorted her toward | to fher cottage “Don’ you think,” they walked along, ter be going back? | the place for a woman, Agne | “Why not?’ | “Because-—well for one thing, this | is a man’s life out here, not a wom. | Jan's. There's no place for you | nothing to interest you or hold you he asked {1 can’t guarantee you any company | vide really, there's no need to worry about except that of a cook lke that.” or some one SNUFFLES HIR Nancy and Nick stepped up to a Kittle fairy man who was tacking sign on his house. “Are you Dr. Snuffles?”* asked Nick. Yes, sir,” answered the tiny gen tleman pompously. “I have that honor.” “And are you wanting help?” went on the little boy. “Yes, indeed!” replied Dr. Snuffies with a sharp glance out of his shrewd eyes. “Why? Do you know of somebody?” To Keep Skin in Fine Condition All Summer It would be much better for the akin if little cream, powder or rouge Were used during the heated term. Mixed with perspiration, dust and rime, these things are anything but autifying. Ordinary mereolized ‘wax will do more for the complexion and without giving an olly, streaked, spotted or pasty appearance. It is the ideal application for the neanon, | as it not only keeps the pores clean, but daily removes particles of scart #kin which have been soiled by dirt or weather. By constantly keeping the complexion clear, white. atiny, it does more toward ‘perpetuating & youthful countenance than any of the artifices commonly employed One ounce of mercolized wax, obtal abie at any drug store, will com pietely renovate the worst complex- ion. It te applied at night like cold cream and washed off in the morn- ii@,—Advertisement ADVENTURES OF THE TWINS > ES THE TWINS } “We were thinking maybe you'd ke us,” said | “Oh, sirt Would you?’ begged | | Nancy. “We'd love to help.” | “Him! coughed Dr. Snuffies ‘Just step inside, please, and we can jtalk the matter over | Chipmunk, who'd been listening, all jeyes and ears, to skip away and chatter the news all over the whole | ™ay not place. | |. “Well, am,” said Dr. Snuffies | jto Nancy, “what are your recom. | mendationa for the place? What can you do? land Can you iron lace frills serub doorsteps and wash up leups and coddie an egg?’ “Gooduess!’ gasped Nancy. “Is that what dage-rolier means?" “Tut, no id Dr. Snuffles crisp: ly. “But if I'd put all that in my Jadvertisement I'd never get an janswer. Can you?" | | “I—I guess so," sald Nancy. “If| lyou show me how.” “Good!” said the fairyman, rub. bing his hands together most busi neaslike, Then he turned to Nick “And what can you do, young | Ini?” he asked. | “I'll try to do anything you tell me, sir!’ answered Nickie, “All right,” said Dr, Snuffies | heartily, “you're both hired.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stary SEATTLE STAR PAGE 13 BY AHERN THE OLD HOME TOWN BY STANL HOLD ER NEWT. SHES AREARIN, OUR BOARDING HOUSE I UNDERSTAND You BOYS HAD A WATER- MELON SHOWER IN BUSTER'S ROOM LAST NIGHT= Now I WANT You "Yo "TAKE “THIS BROOM AND Dan AND GTART A GEED ROUND-UP! = A FINE MESS You MADE « “HEN’'RE WOEVERY THING BUT THE ELECTRIC LIGHT, GA-A-AN v=) LIS'EN “To You GUYS | = DIDN'T” you str tHere * ON MV FLOP AN! SHOOT 'EM BETWEEN Your [| FINGERS "TRYIN! = TO SEE \F You COULD HIT MY, I SWALLOWED ALL"IH’ SEEDS IN MY SLAB OF \T, MRS, HOOPLE + TONLY DROPPED OnE BUTT tT UD AN SAVED LY MRG. HOOPLE “WERE WASN'T ANN SEEDS W tw’ CHUNK I HAD= I WADED THROUGH] _ AN END PIECE - AN! ALL (T HAD Wort WAS HICCOUGHS ! AGA TO Set iF Tre work i HE BOYS WERE SET COMFORTABLE FOR rfl hs nh Mi R FROM CHICAGO AFTERNOON - A TALL DRUMME! RED UP THAT HORNETS NEST AT THE SOUTH END OF THE CENTRAL HOTE ATHE AFTERMATH OF THE MELON RICT=—- L. PORCH - DOINGS OF THE DUFFS Danny Had Been Cleaned Up | TOM, Go AND FIND Damay! I'M JUST ABOUT READY Now ANO WE'LL HAVE TO START RIGHT AWAY OR.’ WE'LL BE LATE ! WHEN 1 CAL You, | WANT ‘To come -Do You UNDERSTAND ? LEMME SEE | EVERETT TRUE C0-HOO, e in the voice dear friend of in which I might be greatly detected a strange to MRS. OBRIEN | CO-HOO! How arc You + OH, Goo MORNING, mez SHRIcCCc ! up the porch pillar of the cottage. vattle {2: cland Maybe you're right y 1 will go gway that you're a But I want to ar S$ or _By Mabel _C MOST BEAUTIFUL HOK grandmother be- | “A friend of mine?” a Miss Robinette. that she was quite interested in you “Would you care to § There's a picture show Houston laughed. “She is—by the inverse ratio. | dish of ice cream and some candy “1 think not,” came the answer in a tired voice. “It's #o far; Jall this excitement hag given m Go back to your there's something the | headache discon-| and forget about me moment] I'll go to bed immediately something to eat “You're not il “Let's see-ce,” Agnes lingered gan slowly, “I think it was after , the government bad re. the war, that they moved to Colo. see anything of ye “That's just it fused to sell the Indians any more Indians troubled them so much. bed is always the best place for that Ii go to Denver in the and things after the war, but the “They were very bold and stole for new saws savages were not the less d: and frightened the until you return settlers and the ous, for they managed before | make up my t forward to be kiased, | obeyed the command of love) her lips with less of alacrity than ever Nor could he tell the reason Five minutes more and he was back |tion of this broken arm almost to death. | they always ; be all right “One day Katie and her bus-| terrible bows and ar- couple of weeks the burning of band’s sister, Agnes, were in the {‘S THe HELLO : : STATION $ “And Katee and Affnes knew that that cry of ‘Biscults’ meant HSWLO, WUEURBAN BROADCASTING OUR NEXT SBLECTION WILL BE A DIALOG BY THE CHIN SISTERS, MeEMGeRS O He FAMOUS BACK ONS MOMGNT ALL RIGHT, liost between Thayer and myself.” , except for the baby, You don't think he anything to do with it? when they saw a band of Indians approaching. could with his uninjured arm apr . traveled with to fret ner: | about the place and at last/ up the baby SNTGRTAINGRS from the supply house, and they had much of a chance to talk to you, but this much ts a certainty:| vously Thayer is my to his cabin, and cried out to Agnes expected the two women to feed as she rushed out of the house out once more, the lumber cam “Round and round and round | believes that : they circled as if they going rough enough for me that I'll him my stumpage, » into business for himself asn't had much luck house?’ Agnes asked. women gave them what they asked a woman from whom} sible gratitude and) ‘or had he inquired y beat! about her when work had ended for excuse of a head: | t go in tho house know they wo So in they all went, leaving Chirk | $0 far consideration if they see that no one Is in it except to tie I don't know But in the meantime, that the battlefield going © be no place for a woman,” a while Katie began to be « little less frightened and to horses which the In ition of some | sort in this tribe ings that had been deeply ran across the yard | Or had it meant a blind to veil real, T think | serious ’ . And as she watched, and climbed up into a big freight fi i “But, Barry, you're wrong. her eyes fell on a beautiful dark an injustice to don’t tell me that, I put so much faith in y wagon which stood In the yard horse, satin smooth, with a most And they reached a whoop the unusual marking a white star on remembered bi I've heard it from] in exactly the light that he had I've seen hig telegrams, | her tod. ness about her or aj could not understs (Continued Tomorrow) ad, and on his breast, dians were in the yard, and were | his own lips ““Oh’ Katie cried, ‘I want that There had been « strange- @ sharpness that he in a wide circle about the (To Be Continued) The woman turned quickly. | moment she examined, in an absent OUR FIRST YEAR By a Bride —~ CHAPTER LVI—PETTING FAILS When the fox scarf 1 had bought on impulse was delivered it did not s it ought to bh ee he pane seem rnctennenan— Rhee mend {1 asked desperately. | things she didn’t want!” Why, T was not thinking about my mother's ways, was wondering keep on loving me, if I turned out a failure, financially, T mean. earning enough, dear. With a charge account It's easy to | them | pick up novelties and have them de I simply could not resist them, had them deliver Jack didn't e He didn’t even ask the | nothing didn't seem interested. “|nit “If you don't like them, you can | dear! |take them back," I sugges! husband shook his head, said His gesture, his silence ir forget the affair of like! the alabaster lamps. ed « lamp to give just the You ought to making exchanges any better than I guess what you're think ® morning he reminded me very | right feeling to our living room Again I tried petting for consola- I tried to cheer Jack up with fuss-| ing,” ing and petting, been for the 1 wanted to ask Jack to return it Once she told me she made | |it a practice never to return things, And for the first time that thing|that she had p what she wanted and what she didn’t And I guess i'm one of the mush | mother, And, somehow, I felt awfully burt. I found just the It's a misfortune for a girl to be sen- I put the fox |cheap and artistic thing, @ Roman lamp in what looked | Remembering this, away in # drawer It would he so nice for the me trip. Jack certainly would want me |would sult Jack hasty purchases my (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seatile Stagg classic taste, “Don't pou like the lamps, dear?”