The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 17, 1922, Page 9

(Continued From Saturday) for connections, “Mr, Mason? TH not be there.” *But you haven't given i up?” “Given ap? Houston ughed | sudden enthusiasm, “No—I've started. Put the date off a or two until I can try some. that’s bussing around tn my It's a wild idea—but it may Tf tt doesn't, I'll eee you jursday.” Then he turned trom the telephone toward the rattroad station, “One, to New York," he ordered diy thru the ticket window. {ve got time to make that seven. . if you rush it.” And the next moring, Barry Hous was in New York, swirling Seventh ave, toward Bell. rand hospital. There he sought Five minutes later he was @t the books of the tnstitu. eearching, searching—at last Mm stifie a cry of excitement and a closer to a closely written “August second.” he read. “Kil. ne Worthington, district attorney, om, Mass, Aco by Drs. Horto: r and Brensteam. Investiga- into effect of blows on skull cadavers.” fingers that were almost Houston copied the nota- it With » | Goes, or what anyone does to it.” the diraness of the heavily fur- 4, somewhat mysterious ap- Mbrary, Barry Houston faced the man whom, at one he had hoped never again to Kilbane Worthington was at the large table, much tn manner which he had affected tn elbows on the surface, chin d in his thin, nervous hande. light was not good for recog- sing faces; without realizing it, the district attorney had placed if at m disa@vantage. Squint he sought to make out the fea- of the man who had hurried the room, and falling, rose. “Well,” he asked somewhat juely, “may I inquire—” “Certainty. My fame’s Houston.” “Houston—Houston—1t seems to | j | “Maybe your memory needs re-| hing. Such ilttle things as I in probably slipped your mind minute you were through with | To be explicit, my name is/ Houston, son of the late Will-| K. Houst You and I met—} the courtroom. You once did me| very high honor to accuse me of and then tried your level to send me to the penitentiary Ife when you knew, absolutely thoroughly, that I was an in Helo” he called, after the tong| tures of Rarry Houston. "t look for me tomorrow—I be- | he asked in @ sneering tone. executive offices and told his! -|a number of ways. But we'll speak -| haven't anything to do with the city. | he peered Into the tenes, angry fea. “A Dit melodramatic, aren't yout “Perhaps eo. But then murder ts always melodramatic.” “Murder? You don’t tntend—* “No, I simply referred to the Past. I should have said ‘reference to murder,’ I hope you will par don me if any inelegance of lan- fuage should offend you.” “Sarcastic, aren't yout” “I bave a right to be Tnowtng | what I know--I should use more/ than sarcasm.” “it I'm not mistaken, you have, The butler spoke of some threat.” “Hardly a threat, Mr. Worthing ton.” Houston was speaking cold. ly, tncistvely. “Merely what I have | heard you often call in court a state. | ment of fact. In case it wasn't re peated to you correctly, I'll bore you with ft again. I said chat if you didn’t see me immediately, there would be something extremely dis tasteful to you in the morning papers.” “Well? I've seen you, Now--" “Wait Just a moment, Mr, Worth. ington. I thought it was only civil lawyers who indulged in technicall ties. I didn't know that criminal,” and he put emphasis on the word, | then repeated tt, “that criminal law. yers bad the habit also,” “It you'll cease thie tnaulting-—" “Oh, I think I have a right to that, To tell the truth, I've only begun to Insult you. That Is—if you call this sort of thing an Insult, To get at the point of the matter, Mr. Worthington, I want to be fatr with you. I've come here to ank some thing—U'll admit that--but tt is! something that should benefit you in| of that later. The main point ts thi) I am thinking very seriously of su- tng the city of Boston for a million doll "6 { “Well? What's that to mer" Worthington sighed, with a bit of | relief, Houston thought, and walked | back to the table for a cigarette. “T) I'm out of} the least interest In what the city “Even though you should happen | to be the bone of contention—and | the butt of what may be a good ded of unpleasant newspaper notoriety “You're talking blackmalir* “I beg your pardon. Blackmafi ts| something by which one extorts I'm here to try to give you “If you'll come to the point.” “Exactly. Do you remember my with « little emile, “Quite luckily, I was beaten.” “I agree with you there. But to return to the original statement. Am I right, or am I wrong, when I say that you were striving very hard for | & record that would ald you in the election?” “Every offictal tries to make the best possible record. Especially at tlection time.” “No matter whom ft tmjures.” “TI didn't eay that.” “But I @id—and I repeat ft. No matter whom {tt Injures! Now, to be plain and frank and brutal with you tonight as you were with me tn the PAGE 9 THE SEATTLE STAR BY STANLEY OUR BOARDING HOUSE — BY AHERN — 7 REALLY MR. HAWTHORNE, T DON'T KNow WE FIRST THING ABOUT “TENNIS = TLL LOOK So SILLY “TRYING “TH SUMP WA-HAe WE NEVER COULD BE W FORM WITH THAT SHAPE OF HIS~ WE LOOKS LIKE HE FELL OFF A ROMAN CHARIOT MTHAT MAKEUP! SHE'LL BE KEEN FoR TENNIS AFTER Hiss rrLt BE “TH! ONLY CHANCE SHE'LL EVER GET TO WEAR A FELLA SAY *LOVE' "To AvEN‘Y PLANED SINCE t Lerr COLLEGE TM AFRAID Now TLL Be PAN -| MEAN TWO, QUARTS Zs MRS ED WURGLER WON AN ARGUMENT WITH A TIN PEDDLER EARLY TODAY. DOINGS OF THE DUFFS FOR GOODNESS SAKE,| SWALLOW IT - You NEED IT! WERE ‘You GOING TO| NO,JUST A KISS ME WHEN YOU | PIECE OF GRIT PUCKERED YouR LIPS JUST THEN ? 1 GUESS MR, DOBBS AND OLIVIA. ARE GETTING PRETTY THICK! Yes, BUT | THINK OLIVIA 15 “THE nocent, Mr. Worthington. You knew | that—I have proof. I have evidence | that you found it out almost at the} “T couldn't, You had them” “re I don’t mind giving you the NOW, SHAY ’ CverRet T— CISHEGN — Mr. Worthington, I have vineing evidence that you knew I was fnnocent. Further, that | you knew ft almost at the beginning | sicians of the highest reputation. of the trial. But that fn spite of | this knowledge, you continued to per. | Seoute—notice, I don't say prosecute | them in the trial tnstead of the ex |—to persecute me tn a hope of gain } ing @ conviction, simply that you) might go before the voters and potnt | to me In prison as a recommendation {ficiency as a district at-| ‘Worthington threw away his cigarette with an angry gesture, and came forward. a fellows are all the same. You're always squeal- ing about your innocence, I never saw a man yet who waan't tnnocent in one or ancther. Even when they confess, they've got some kind of an alibi for their act. They didn't know the gun was loaded, or the other fellow hit therm first or—" CHAPTER XVII. ‘The former district attorney start- Mightly. Then, coming etill closer, DR. SNUFFLES C ‘One morning Mrs. Cottontail tele Dr. Snuffles, the fatryman » when Nancy and Nick were “I wish you'd step in and see " he begged. “He's dreadful sick and can’t go to school.” Bo Dr. Snuffies hurried right over 4 eating the nice breakfast had fixed for him. lay Cutie, rolling over and and moaning and groaning. Dr. Bnuffies looked at Cutte’s Then he felt Cu yulse put @ big thermometer into his Canpmp LAXATIVE 2 CHLOREN OF AOULTS/ or read a book, or see my friends, or ride ships down the bed clothes, or play tin-soldier or anything?” "4 “In my case I have no alfbia. And thie isn’t simply my own statement. I have sufficient witnesses.” “Then why didn’t you Introduce them at the trial?” 'URES ANOTHER “Yes,” said he gravely with a queer look at Cutie, “he’s dreadfully sick. You'll have to pull down all the blinds and close all the doors and leave him quite by himself. “He must not see anybody at all! And above everything else he musn’t have @ single thing to eat Not a thing" Cutie opened one eye and then the other and looked at the doctor. “Couldn't I bave just @ little nib. ble of fresh lettuce or a little pea- soup?’ he asked in a weak voice. “Not « thing!’ declared the doc- tor, shaking a large bottle, “And seo to it, please, Mrs. Cottontail, that he gets @ large spoonful of this bitter medicine every half hour, mixed with a Uttle mustard and red pepper. He must stay in bed two weeks.” “C—can’t I have anything to eat, “No, siree!” Buddenly Cutte sprang out of bed “Mom, I'm better,” he declared, think T'll go to school.” % ued T ‘omorrow) (Copyright, 1922, Seattle Star %. planned, my morning bridge rather | or the fox scarf. queered him with the very people T| .. a. weather scien nak wanted for his frien wes heavier than I Intended them to be.|I began to hate that stole. a had to rent #0 many things most of the other girls | beginning of my trial—Auguat seo: | lond, to be exact—and that you used | this information to your own ends. In other words, it told you what t defense would testify; and you built up, with your professional experts, a| wall to combat it, Now, fan't that | WAIT A SHECOND —-DO You KNOW WHAT I “THINK ge ad had VOLSHTEAD a 2 ey names, One of them waa Doctor Hor- ton. Another was Doctor Mayer. A third was Doctor Brensteam, all phy- 1 would ike, Mr. Worthington, to know why you did not make use of t * pert Hamon, and that other one, | the truth?” a Jaggerston, who, as everyone knowa,| “Why--" The former district at-/ 1 are professional expert witnesses, |torney took more time than usual to abe! Lg knock the ashes from his cigarette, then @uddenly changed the subjec “You spoke of a suit you might bring me you came in here?” ‘ee, Against the city. ready at all times to testify upon | anything from handwriting to the velocity of @ rifle bullet, providing they are sufficiently paid.” “Why? Simply because I figured Page 730 THE PATH THAT GREW “What a pretty road!” Dayid) moon. exclaimed as he turned a page {There used to be I have two little they would make the best witnesses.” | perfect one. 1 was persecuted when | ; “It couldn't have been,” and/the official in charge of the case and came upon a new picture in} boys who came to our house tn Houston's voice wae more coldly | knew that I was not guilty. To that|{| “Aunt Polly's" book, “but what) the old days, to see the pictures and the flowers and the birds, but most of all to see Uncle John. “They were little bits of boys then, now they are men and one lives here in Seattle, They heard my husband speak so often of the moon, and be so often showed it to them that they got to calling it ‘Uncle John’s moon.’ I can }end I oan call the three doctors I've} mentioned and put them on the stand and ask them why they did| not testify in the case, I also can| call the officials of Bellstrand hospt- | tal in New York where you conducted | certain experiments on cadavers on the night of August second; also a doctor who eaw you working in thei and watched you personally striice | |the blows with a mallet; further, I/ records of the hos-| funny looking ladies, and what long Gressest" “The ladies didn’t look funny to us when that picture was taken,” Avot Polly told him. “we thought those skirts were almost @reaffully short, nearly nine Inches from the ground, but they had to be ehort so that the ladies caustio than ever, “that {t was be cause they would be willing to per jure themselves, while the real doo tora wouldn't?” “Of course not This whole thing ia ailly. Besides, I'm out of tt en tirely. I'm—* “Mr. Worthington,” and Houston's tone changed. “Your manner and your words indicate very plainly that you're not out of !t—that you merely Ile SAY (TIS NOT DIFFICULT To SEG WHICH WAY. wish you were. Isn't that the truth?| can produce th te ss Don't you pital which state that you were|| could ride their bicycles. - eee them — on ets backs “Well,” and the man Ift @ fresh| there, give the names of the entire 4, th, iy an open window, gazing up cigarette, “I feel that way about|party, together with the number of “That is the old bicycle path,| at it as it sailed by in the dark every murder case.” porpwen experimented upon, Ie that|| ft wound around thru the big| blue sky, saying softly this little “But especially. about this one.| sufficient evidence that I know what!) trees and over hills and into ferny| rhyme: You're not naturally a persecutor. | I'm talking about?” hollows, from Rainier Heights to| “‘1 see the moon and the moon sees me. Worthington examined bis eigar ette agnin. “{ guppose it’s on the hooks down there. But there's nothing to ata You don’t naturally want to railroad men to the penitentiary, And I be eve that, as a general thing, you didn’t do ft. You tried it in my Madison Park. “I think that old bicycle path was the beginning of Seattle's “God biess the moon, and God bless me.” “I ‘spect we'd better go now, case: election was coming on, you|of what the experiments conatated. Posey.” David suggested polite. had just run up against two or three| “I have just told you that I have| beautiful boulevard beige | 1%. “Motherdear said we must acquittals, and you had made up|an eye-witness, Further, there are “Daddy ‘members ‘bout ft,”| not stay long and be a bother, I wish lots of children and people could see those pictures.” Then “Aunt Polly” told him that Mr. Soule has given to our public library hundreds of his pie- tures taken from the old master- pleces and historic pictures, so that anyone can go to the art de. partment there and see them for himself. a nnn rn i Ra 2 enema nema the three doctors,” “Haye you seen them?” Houston thought quickly, Tt was his only chance. “IT know exactly what their testi- mony will be.” “You've made arrangements for your sult then.” (Continued Tomorrow) OUR FIRST YEAR By a Bride CHAPTER LXIV BILLS, BILLS, BILLS, AND JACK SAYS WE'RE BANKRUPT Instead of helping Jack, as I had ‘With the party bills came the one It was $157.50, Peggy said, “’cause I heard him telling about {t yesterday.” “Lots of folks remember it,” Aunt Polly said; then as they came to a picture of moonlight on the water she added, “And some folks will remember, too, how dearly Uncle John loved the your mind that in my ease you were going to run the gauntlet to get a conviction. I don’t believe you wanted to send me up simply for the joy of seeing an Innocent man con fined tn prison. You wanted a con vietion—wasn’t that it?” very prosecutor works for that.” ‘Not when he knows the man in- whole morning to go over them. and divided them into sections for Dear old Jack tried to pretend he | Jack to pay monthly, wasn't awfully disappointed in me} Jack kissed me and said he hoped He had that same air of being pa-| the bills were the least of our wor- tient, Just as tf I were a little girl, |ries.” From his tone I suspected He said he was to blame, he ought | that a terrible tragedy was hanging to be earning more money, and that | over us. some men would have had sense| “We're bankrupt, Peggins! Do enough to ask a wife for the milk |you understand?” he insisted, “We pills, but that he hadn't kept house|haven’t a penny In the bank, either long enough to think about gas andj|of us! If I keep my job we can electricity. manage. But dear, what & I And I cried because I had so care | lose it?” fully tried to keep my bills to my- (Continned covrciare 193%, Beate Stay, | certain sum weekly, I certainly was relieved to find this way out. It was decidedly bet. ter, I thought, than letting Jack know how careless I had been. But tt happened that Jack was at home when another man called that early tn the morning to shut off the electricity. Jack fixed him up somehow and saved our lights. And Jack didn't go to work that morning, He stayed at home and I had to give him every one of my bills and it took us the ' months. In fact, I never had paid it since the first month after my honeymoon, I discovered. Each month, as {t came tn, I had put it out of sight in my desk, Some of the envelopes I hadn't opened be causo I knew what they contained and the sight of them made me nervous, One morning @ oollector came around and I gnve him a check for part of the total, The collector was very nice and told me how to fix the thing up. J promised to pay bim a 4 |the bill for furs was untimely and ‘The bills for my party prov 1 was perfectly astonished to find how my milk bill had mounted by * , eclf until I had figured them out eye ae} Wi } Ha) SEIN irk va