The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 11, 1922, Page 11

PAGE 11 BY STANLEY 'B TurspAy, JULY 11, 1922. r aca SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN (Continued From Page © Houston was alone in bis office. Jenkins was gone, discharged; and) Houston felt a sort of relief in the/ Knowledge that he had departed, | The last of the Thayer clan, he be.) Meved, had been cleatied out of his} Organization—and it was like light ehing a burden to realize i That the lease and stumpage con- tract were frauduent, Barry Houston ‘was certain, Surely he had seen either of them; and the ming Must have been thra same. of trickery of which he was unaware, But would such a statement hold in court? Houston learned, a half-hour Jater, that it wouldn't, as he faced the family attorney, in his bmg, Dieak, eld fashioned office. “It's all right, Barry, for you to tell me that you didn't sign it,” cam the edict. “I'd believe you—decause I feel sure you woukint Ne to me. But tt would be pretty thin stuff to \telt to a jury. There is the contract “afd the lease in black and white. Both bear your signature which, you ive declared in the presence of wit-| Masses, to be genuine, Even when & Man signs a paper while insane, it’s a hard job to pull it back; and We certainly wouldn't have any wit ess who could swear that you had! dost your reason.” Nope,” he concluded, giving the a fitp, as tho disposing of the matter, “somebody has just : the old sewing-machine racket on you—with trimmings. This iy an adaptation of a game that ts as olf as the hillethe one where the solicitors would go to a farm- house, sell a man a eewing-machine | cream separator at a ridiculous “Mgure, let him eign what he thought | @ contract to pay a certain t'a month for twelve monthe— then take the promissory note | lich he really had signed down td } bank and discount it. Instead / '& promissory note, they made this & contract and a lease. And just to} mane it good, they had thetr confed- & legalized notary public, put tet upon it as a witness. You a remember when all this hap- cording to Jenkine—whe put Rotary seal on there—the whole was put over about a week or I left for the West. That's | Surprise. They no longer were on Golemar’s attention to the fact that & visit to a physiclan in Boston had relieved the bandaged arm of all ex cept the slightest form of a splint, and to literally lift Houston tnto the buggy, tossing his baggage in after him, then plump tn beside him with excited happiness. “Ron!” be rumbled. “It ts good you are back, Ba'teese, he was lone ly, Ba’teene, he was so excite’ when he hear you come. He have good/ news!" ‘About what?" “The railroad. They are thre with the tunnel Now shall need timbers-—beaucoup! and beams and materials! have ask for bids. Ab, oul. whatyousay, the swollen M’siou Houston shall bid than—" “How, Ba'tistet’ Houston asked }the question with a dullness that leaused the aged trapper to turn al- most angrily upon him. “How? Is eet putty that you are }made of? Is eet-—but no, Ba'teene, he, what-you-say, misplace his head. Yo uthink there is no chance, eh? | Mebbe not. Mebbe—" | “1 found a copy of that contract lin our files, The clerk I had In the office was in the conspiracy. I fired him and closed ever$thing up there; as fur ag a Boston end to the buat ness is concerned, there is none. But lithe damage is done, My lawyer says that there is not a chance to fight this thing i court.” “Ab, oul. I expec’ that much. But Ba'teese, he think, mebbe, of another way, Eh, Golemar?” He shouted to the dog, trotting. as usual, beside the buesy. “Mebbe we have a, what- you-say, punch of luck.”* Then, silent, he leaned over the reins. Houston too was quiet, striy. ing in vain to find @ way out of the difficulties that beset him: At the end of half an hour he looked up in| near’ they ‘Ties They Bet is, chance! lower the way to the mill. The read had become rougher, hillier, and How ton recognized the stream and the aspen groves which fringed the | highway leading to Ba'tiste’s cabin. | But the buggy skirted the cabin, at last to bring into sight a snug, well- built, pretty little cottage which Houston knew, instinctively, to be the home of Medaine Robinette. At} the veranda, Ba'tiste pulled on the reins and alighted. | “Come,” he ordered quietly. } “But—" "She have land, and she have a the It was with this ultimatum that m turned again for the West, to be out of Boston, glad to be! ded back once more for the moun- in spite of the fact that the 0 of his life had followed him even there, that the ill luck which Seemed to have been perched con- iy on his shoulders for the Past two years still hovered, like a YWulture, above him. What he was to do, how he could hope to the obstacles which had arisen was more than he could tell. He had “gone tnto the West, believ- he would be of his own business. Now he there was not even a business; his very foundation had been swept from beneath him, leaving only the @etermination, the grim, earnest resolution to succeed where all was failure and to fight to victory—-but how? Personally, he could not answer the question, and he longed for the| sight of the shambling little station with Ba'tiste, in Snswer tothe telegram he had sent | from Chicago, awaiting him with) part of the lake and » flume aite.” Houston bung back. “Inn't it @ bad bet, Ba'tiste? Have Lost Wing ts at the back of the; cabin. We will talk to her, you and 1. Mebbe, when the spring come, «he Will leage to you tho lake and the} lebbo—"* against whom had come the accusa. | ton of murder, hardly aenied. Yet, withal, in a way, he welcomed the) chance to ee her ad to eek to ex: plain to her the deadly thrusts which | Fred Thayer had sent against him. | Then, too, a sudden hope came: Ba’ tiste had said that Agnes Jierdon had become friendly with her; cer tainly she had told the truth a jrighted the wrongs of malicious Itreachery. He joined Ba‘tiste with | |a bound. A moment more and the) | door had opened, to reveal Medaine, repressed excitement in her eyes, her features a trifle pale, her hand | trembling slightly as she extended it |to Ba'tiste. Houston she received | |with a bow-—forced, he thought They went within, and Ba'tiste pulled his queer little cap from his head. jto crush it in the grasp of hig mas- sive hands. “We have come for Business, Moe- daine,” he announced, with slight |show of embarrassment, “M'sieu Houston, he have need for a flume site” “But I don't see where I could be| of any assistance. I have ho right—" “Ab! But eet is not for the mo- ment present time.”" She semed to hesitate then Houston took a sudden resolve might as well be now as later. Eet {s for the spring: | | “Tt the buggy from camp. And Ba'tiste Was there, to boom at him, to call MRS. WOODCHUCK HEL TO MINK Mrs. Woodchuck saw the Twins coming. Eyerybody in all Whispering For- @st and Bright Meadowland tried to Keep Dr. Snuffies and his helpers, B Nancy and Nick, from getting as far ‘ Marty Mink's house Marty had swallowed @ fish-bone | nd as long as it stuck in his throat | Be couldn't eat a bite, That tickled | Ml the wood-folk and meadow-folk mightily for no one’s life was safe! When Marty was hungry and around | looking for a meal. Mrs. Woodchuck saw the little fairy doctor and the Twins coming. waited until they got opposite front door and then— "Oh, ob, oh!” she cried. Phomevody help! Quick!” Marty Mink and his fish-bone flew | of Dr. Anuffies’ head, He hur-| into Mrs, Woodebuck's ball and| “Oh, oh!) ¢ { tor. “Miss Robinette,” he begun, com. PS TO DELAY RELIEF little fairy doctor and the “What's the matter? Who's hurt?” he called. And theh be spied Mrs. Woodchuck rocking herself back and forth tn @ corner and wailing. “It's my thumb!’ erled Mrs. Wood. | chuck. “f was putting in @ nail when the hammer slipped and—-olr, ob, oh, you'll have to fix It, doctor.” “My, " exclaimed the doc-| “That's too bad! Let me wee | it. Why, there isn’t a mark! Are} you sure this is the right thumb?" | “Of course,” declared Mra. Wood. chuck tartily. “It's my right hand, | jen’t it?” Poor Dr. Snuffies fixed Mrs. Wood. | chuck's,thumb: ‘Then the three started for Marty’s| house again Hut some more things were to happen. (To Be Continued) GLORY = FOLD UP “THAT RACKET an! PUT rr BACK ‘IN IS’ CAGE ! = WHAT DYoU MEAN BY PUGHING “THAT NOISE ALL OVER “TH LAWN AT FOUR-THIRTY A.M. AN! CUTTING IN oN OUR SNORES ? “THATS WHAT I SAY != You MUGT HAVE A MILK ROUTE DURING “TH NIGHT AN’ THIS IS YOUR LAST RATTLE BEFORE QUITTING, EH? = Now DON'T @aT SARCASTIC OR We'LL DOINGS OF THE DUFFS WHY ARE YOU | | HEARD OF A CARRYING YouR] GOOD JOB THAT'S OPEN AND } WANT TO GO AND SEE L,* BouT a CANE TO WORK \ VERY THIS MORNING, " iT! “Only accusations.” “Is tt fair to believe de of a thing?” “Please, Mr, Houston,” and she looked at him with a certain note of pleading. you must remember about to listen to something she/)) PU Ue, i aidn't feel. that it would rather not hear. Houston | ee ce iy business. 1 didn’t answered her as best he could chiccemnatal aul ad |know that es F oie saat ate upon yourselt, Mitt | turow you at all in my path.” Robinette. Naturally, you wouldn't) “sie they have, Miss Robinette want to have any business dealings| But Mey Mave, ee the creck with a man who really was all that} bei oe ty aul you must believe me to be, It tan’t| has been takes from : a pleasant thing for me to talk about | It is absolutely vital that I use a iwonié Uke to target it. But in |¢very resource to try to sumke my this case, it has been brought up| ll what it should be It still ts against my will. You were present | Possible for me ing forward,“ realize that all this} needs some explanation Expecially,” | and he halted, “about myself.” | etd “But ie that any of my affair?” | Her old pertness was #¢ She seemed white and frightened, as only one to obtain lumber, | xe > li neceswitates & week ago when Thayer accused me | but to get it to the mill necesuitat of rourder.” a flume and rights in the lake. I'y ” lost that. We've been hoping, Ba’ Zet was a big ile Wait just a minute, Ba'tiste.”|tiste and ‘myself, that we would be Cold sweat had made its appearance | able to induce you to lease us your on Harry Houston's forehead. “I—| portion of the lake and @ flume j—am forced to admit that a part|site, Otherwise, I'ng afraid there of what he said waa true. When I/ isn't much hope.” first met Ba'tiste here, I told him| “As I said, that dopan’t become there was 9 sheow tn my life that I|my property until late spring, near did not like to talk about. Heliy summer, in fact.” was good enough to say that hey “That is t enough. Wo are didn't want to hear it. I felt that} hoping to be able to bid for the out here, perhaps I would not be] railroad cor t. I believe it calls harassed by certain memories that| for the first shipment of ties about been rather hard for me to|June first. That would give us the last couple of years.| plenty of time. -If we had your 1 was wrong. Tho thing has come|word, we could go ahead, assemble up again, in worse form than ever|the necessary machinery, snake a and without giving me a chance to|certain amount of logs down thru make a denial. But perhaps you|the snow this winter and be in know the whole story?” readiness when the right moment “Your story?’ Medaine Robinette} comes, Without It, however, we looked at him queerly, “No—I|can hardly hope for a sufficient never have heard it.” supply to carry us thru. And so “Then you've heard—" | (Continued Tomorrow) have bear in OUR FIRST YEAR By a Bride CHAPTER LIX VOWS JACK’S TASTES BETTER THAN I had | with | plete. “And she doesn’t need Jack- pay considerable has #0 many resources,” sald I Ostensibly she came to see me, but) My, in my heart I believed she only want- ed to be free to come and go in Jack's home. MRS. HERROD K time Mrs. Herrod At ones she began to us. By this her; she was finished, com- come back. she to “Her life has been crammed with extraordinary experiences, and she has been industrious. I can seo why Jack Mkes her. She began to make me feel like} “But she hag po much In herself an adopted daughter. She advised|to fall back on, why does she fn. me as if I were her only child. And | fringe upon my poor little happiness before many weeks had passed I ad-|—taking Jack away from me mitted 1 couldn't help liking her at a time!” Mrs, Herrod was wo superior. Quite unfairly, I forgot Jack had knew about art, musi¢, the loved chess long before he had hooks, she had met many jeapertant | attention to She latent | loved me. hours | LU) via AItHA uP Doin! HOw Do You DO I'D LIKE TO SEE THE MANAGER: IMPORTANT ~ | | } | | | | oe ARE A PAIR OF PUGS SOME ROAD WoRK ? = IF You'LL BRING: YouR CHING DOWN ANS PLAY ‘eM JUST AS FAST ON MY LAWN *You'/LL SAVE ME A LOT OF WORK# DON'T WORRY You TWo LOOK LIKE You'LL MAKE UP FoR LosT = ~ ‘SIN ee re 8 ‘ y st HOLD ER | NEWT SHE AREARIN’ x ae CE COURT CLOSED AT THE COUNTY SEAT- JUROR ROGER TIBBETS 1S DOING MOST — _ OF HIS SLEEPING IN FRONT OF BURKHARDS STORE - 1 UNDERSTAND YOU HAVE AN OPENING HERE FOR A YOUNGMAN WITH A LOT OF PEP AND GINGER- What Chance Has Jay? ur ie ar EE eT Page 725 UNCLE JOHN AND AUNT POLLY David loves pictures; not just) treasures. | jow what js It, dew said, when David had been intro duced. "What do you want me to tell you?” “First,” David said, “I'd like to know about Mr. Soule. Did he paint that road picture of ours, or just draw it? “He didn't paint or draw his Mra. Soule told “He used a camera.’ Mr. the firet art in United funny paper stuff; really-for true} pletures, with seas that break on lonesome-looking rocks, and gulls! that fly against a bluegray sky, | and ali that sort of thing, but best | of all, Ne loves road pictures. Little roads that wind thru} marshes and big roads that go| stately fashion thru our wonder. ful great forests and turn unex pectedly so that you have to hold it’s mostly brown.” | pictures, dear,” | him. | Soule photographer | States. “When he was a little boy he lived in New England, and John had to go away and earn his own living when he was only 10 years old. “He didn't stay long at the first place where he went to, work, He said, ‘I'm hungry. I can't work for that man, ITfe’s mean. Why, he’s so mean, father, that he'd cut an egg in two so I could get only half.’ “But he was very on to yourself to keep from walk the ing into them just to see what lies beyond the curve. The other day he was looking at one of these roads thru the fir when mother-dear upon him. “What that | ‘foul’ in the corner mean, mother dear?” he questioned “That's the artist’ a motherdear told him, way, that artist was a Seattle man, and his dear little wite has books and books of pictures which ho made. 1 wouldn't wonder a bit if she would let you and Peggy come to see her, and I expect she would have things to tell you about the pictures that would give you stories for a week.” So that's how the kiddies found “Aunt Polly” and her picture —— a aassssemetiiaiiaiaielieltel rere ers 2S St forest, came does got another place, worked hard, got an education, leved everything beautiful, and began to think and to study and try out the idea of taking photo. graphs of scenes and birds and flowers, Up to that time men had only photographed people.” (To Be Continued) tonishing way of dropping in at un-|to boll a quantity.” expected moments. While Mrs, Herrod stayed, the Vor instance, the day I cooked |quantity of rice I had allowed for rice for the first time, Mrs. Herrod|two swelled until {t overflower my arrived and before I realized what a |largest kettle, until I had dishes of joowe 1 was, I had taken her tnto| boiled rice covering all my kitchen my kitchenet. shelves! a Fae tine can tecnde-so-mant |" he wpe cdevety: fhe leaned wai ways.” I chattered, as if she never|/me. But just as she Was leaving she had kept house. “For breakfast | said with cream, in small cakes with |care about rice! cheowe kauce for luncheon, or a pud-| After she had gone T sat down she had an fdea Jack didn’t | more ding with raisins, or as a vegetable | and cried, WELL, HERE IN THIS MAGAZINE IS THS FIRST PORTRAIT T'VE EYER SCGN OF THE AUTHOR WHOSS WORK IT HAVE So MUCHY eDMIRED, IN IMAGPNATION X% HAVE PICTURED HIM AS HAVING A CouNTENAN CS) REVEALING. INTELLECTUAL DIGNITY AND sweerity ! ~—— ‘ when Jack sat down to dinner, | much he loved babies! Lately I had Rice, he admitied, was the one | begun to think a good deal about thing, the only thing, he never had |babies. That very morning we girls jbeen able to eat. So sorry, but not | had been to Mary Smith's to sew for even to please his new wife, would|her thin, the new one, he touch @ grain! | And Jeanne, our confirmed spin- Then I wept violently, wept the ster, had held up a tiny slip, regard- harder because I would not explain jed it lovingly, and had murmured: the reason to Jack. “This is the most thrilling morning Why should Mrs. Herrod know | of my life!” about my husband's tastes 1 could have cried for Jeanne. than T? Or was it for myself I could have ‘There was one thing I hoped she hadn't discovered about my man. eried? | (To Be Continued back to her sitting-room. | Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | persons. I saw why I couldn't cope! Mrs, Herrod developed the most as with chicken or lamb! Go I decided And I was grieved twice over,|She hadn't any right to know how (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stax) oy PPA WALANG te