The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 18, 1922, Page 13

(Continued From Yesterday) Jare many men, The log, he ts pile Worthington’s color had changed. / all about the mill, Houston noticed that the hand which held the cigarette trembled slightly. “No, I haven't. I'm not here to Drowbeat you, Mr, Worthington, or Me to you. But the more I think of it, the more I know that I could go through with ft and possibly win it I might get my militon. I might not I don't want money gained in that taxpayers would have to itl, not yourself.” guess I'd pay enough,” tle, already they are etack up." And the woman—she has caused no trouble?" . Peufft I have no seen her. Mebbe ao, eet was a mistake,” “Maybe, Ba'tiate, but I was sure I recognized her. The Blackburn crowd hasn't given up the ghost yet?’ “Ah, no, But eet will. still they think that we cannot fill the con-| tract, They think that after the/ first shipment or so, then we will have to quit,” “They may be right, Ba'tiste. It would require nearly 2,000 men to keep that mill supplied with logs, once we get into production, outside “Oh, 1 Worthington had assumed an entire. | Wy different attitude now. “It would hurt me worse in business than it would if I were sttil Whether it's true or not.” in office. “You know in your heart that/of the regular mill force, under con: 3 there's no doubt of that." ditions such as they are now, It} Worthington did not answer. | would be ous. got to find | Houston waited a moment, then went e | “But pervonally, I don’t want to Me the suit. I don’t want any some other way, Ba’tiste, of getting | our product to the mill. That's all/ there ts to it.” “Ew 'teese, he have think of a way Three thousand | IT HOVE AN EXCELLENT IDEA IF Vou WILL LEND YouR ald BY FINANCING tye I WOULD LIKE ‘To GO INTO “THE PoULTRY BUSWESS AND Raise POULTRY CULTURE WAS ALWAYS PROVED O BE A SOUND BUSINESS! * Money—that way, I don't want any dribes, or exqulpations, or statements from yu thht you know me to be innocent. Some might believe it; others would only ask how much I paid to have that statement given out. The damage has been done and i next to irreparable, You could have cleared me easily enough by dropping the case, or making your investigations before ever an indict. ment was issued. You didn’t, and I femain guilty in the minds of most of Boston, in spite of what the jury said. A man is not guilty until con victed—under the law, He ts guilty as soon as accused, with the lay mind. So you can't help me much there, my only chance for freedom Mea in finding the man who actually committed that murder. But that's something cise. We won't talk about % You owe me something. And Tm here tonight to ask you for it.” “I though you said you didn't want any bribes.” “I don't. May T ask you what your margin of profit is at your ma ebinery company?” “My margin of profit? What's that? Well, | suppose it runs around 4 per cent.” “Then will you please allow me to give you $12,000 Im profits. I'm Bow in the lumber business. I have @ contract that runs into the mil Bens: surely that ts good enough rity to a man"—he couldn't re- ‘Sst the temptation—“who knows my Eheolute innocence. It isn't good ~—that he have keep secret. Ba'teese he have a, what-yousay, hump.” “Hunch, you meant” Ps “Ah, oul. Bet is this. We will not bring the log to the mill. We will bring the mill to the log. We bave to build the new plant, yes, oul? Then, bon, we shall build eot im the forest, where there ts the lumber.” “Quite so, And then who will build & railroad switch that can negotiate the hills te the millt" “Ab! Ba'tiste clapped a hand to bis forehead. “Veritas! I am the prise, what-you-say, squash! Ba’teese he never think of eet!* A moment he sat glum, only to surge with an ether idea. “But, now, Ba'teese have eet! He shall go to Medaine! Hoe! shall toll her to write to the district | attorney of Boston—that be will teil | her—" | “It was part of my agreement, | Ba'tinte, that he be forced to make} no statements regarding my inno- cence.” “Ah, but—* “It was either that or lose the ma. chinery. He's im business. He's afrali of notoriety, The plain, cold) truth is that he tried to railroad me, | and only my knowledge of that tact | led him into deing a decent and hon. orable thing. But | sealed any chance of bis moral aid when I made my! bargain, It wae my only chance. Slowly Ba’tiste nodded and slap- ped the reins on the back of the horve. Ba'teese will not see Medaine,” came at last, and they went oa, Again the walting game, but a busy game, however, one which kept the ice roads polished and slippery; | which resulted, day by day, in a con- mtantly growing mountain of jogs about the diminutive sawmill. One| in which plane were drawn, and shell-like buildings of mere siats and siab sidings erected, while heavy, stone foundations were iid in the firm, rocky soil to support the ma chinery, when it arrived. A game in which Houston hurried from the for- don’t even ask any | ests to the mill and back again, now | Statement by you regarding | riding the log sleds as a matter of imnocence. All I want ts to | #wifter locomotion, instead of for the you do what you would do to| thrill, as he once had done. Another | any reputable business man who| month went by, to bring with ft the ive to you with a contract running | bill of lading which told that the into the millions of doliars—to give | *4ws, the beitings, the planers and | | Mecredit for that machinery. It's a/¢dgers and trimmers, and the half | fair proposition. Come in with me! hundred other items of machinery} | on it, and we'll forget the reat. Stay | Were at last on their way, a month of activities and—of hopes. T need $190,000 worth crosseuts, jackers, planer®, kickers, I can pay for it I guarantes to every cent above my cur- Until the bill | tract with the and Salt Lake rail- 1 don't even ask a a H Kilbane For to Ba'tiste Renaud and Barry sed the floor, his | Houston there yet remained one faint | hands clasped behind him, bis rather| chance. The Blackburn crowd had | | taken on a gamble, one which, at th | time, had seemed safe enough: t [investment of thousands of dollars | | tor a plant which they had believed | firmly would be free of competition, | That plant could not hope for sufti- | clent business to keep it alive, with lthe railroad contract gone, and the | bigger’ mill of Houston and Renapd | ‘in successful operation. There would | come the time when they must for- think it over.” }feit that lease and contract through lnompayment, or agree to release | }them to the/ original owner. But | would that time arrive soon enough? | it was « grim posstbiiity—a gam-| bling wager that held forth hope;| at the same time threatened them | with extinetion. For the same thing | fapplied to Houston and Ba'tiste that applied to Blackburn and Thayer. If} \they could not make good on their! leontract, the other mill was ever ready to step in. “Bat all depen’,” said Ba'tiste more than once during the snowy, frost-| “How long are you going to be In “Until this matter’s settled.” “Where are you staying?” “The Touraine.” very well, Ill have a machine there to pick you up at 10 o'clock fmerrew morning and take you to My office In the meanwhile—!) ré CHAPTER XVIII. Tt was a grinning Barry Houston who leaped from the train at Taber Bacle 2 week later and ran open. | Sfmed through the snow toward the Waiting Ba'tiste. “You got my telegram?” Seked it almost breathle: “Ah, out! oul, oui, outt You are the wizard!” “Hardly that.” They were climbing Mite the bobsled. “I just had enough fense to put two and two together. He Sacre, and On the train to Boston I got a tip| caked days in which they watched about my case, something that led|every freight train that pu Me to believe that the district attor-| Whitecoated, over the range into| Rey knew ali the time that I was in-| Tabernacle. “Ket all depen’ on the focent. He had conducted experi-| future. Mebbe. so, we make eet Ten: the Bellatrand hospital of |Mebbe #0, we do not. But we Which nothing had been said in the| samble, eh, mon Bares?” trial. Three famous doctors had been| “With our lust cent,” came the With hirn. As soon as I saw their | 4newer of the other man, and in the| fames, I instinctively knew that if| voice was grimness and enthusiasm. | the experiments had turned out the|It was @ game of life or extinction Way the divtrict attorney had wanted | Dow. them, he would have used them in| -March, and a few warm days, | the trial against me, but that their| which melted the snows only that M@lence meant the testimony waa fav-|they might crust again jack and Grable to me.” |forth traveled the bobsled to Taber- | “Bon Ba'tiste grinned happily. | na y to meet with disappoint. fAnd he?” ment “It just happened that he is now| “I've wired the agent at Denver Bis the mili machinery business. 1,”|three times about that stuff,” came | 84 Houston smiled with the memory | the announcement of the combined @ his victory, “I convinced him that | telegrapher and general supervisor of | Be should give me credit.” freight at the little station. “He's | > “Ket ix good. In the woods, there told me that he'd let me know as KO} Apventures if. |} OF THE TWINS [EX 4 Clive Berton as DOCTOR CURES DISHWASHING BLUES “Dear Doctor,” began letter Dr.;Marty Mink and across from Phil| Snuffies found in his mall box one | Frog's. | king} Mrs. | Muskrat hurried downstairs. Morning. “When you are out n Your calle you please stop in to} “I received your letter, madame,” see Molly, my daughter? | eald the doctor, nd I wish to know “She the worst Indigestion! if your daughter's appetite is poor.” | after mea “Goodness, not’ said Mrs, Musk “Just when it's time to wash the | rat. “She nearly eats me out of fishes xhe begine to suffer most. Her {house and home. But it never seems | head a: snd she has to go and|to agree with her.” Ne dows About the time I finish “Well,” said the doctor, “she has | the di. she gets better again and|a strange disease called the dish she’s all right until after the next| washing blues. Don't give her any | Baris! Yours worriedly, | food whatsoever until all the other) MRS. MARK MUSKRAT.” | dishes are washed, Let her wash them first. See if it doesn’t work.” said Dr. Shuffies to Nancy i the Twins, who were busy The next morning the doctor re. ‘helping that kind gentleman, “would | ceived another letter in his mail. It | naid: “Dear Doctor: Molly ts cured. “MRS, MUBKRAT,” | You like to go with me today, kid ent” “Oh, yes, indesdt’ declared Nancy. Pretty soon they came to Mrs,| Dr. Snuffles smiled rat's house by Ripple Creek, (To Be Continued) Muskrate Lved mext door to' (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) {mmed: Se OUR FIRST YEAR Tre "Mayor's" soon as it got in, But nothing's come yet.’ A week more, and another week after that, in which spring taunted the hills, causing the streams to run bank-full with the melting waters of the snow, in which a lone robin m J his appearance about the camp—only to fade an quickly as he had com For winter, tenacious, grim, hateful winter, bad returned for a last filng, a final outburst of frigid viciousness that was destined to wrap the whole range country in a grip of terror, They tried the bobsled, Ba'tiste and Houston, only to give it up. All night had the snow falien, in a thick, curtain-like shield which blotted out even the silhouettes of the heaviest pines at the brow of the hill, which piled high upon the ridges, and with great ‘sweeps of the wind drifted every cut of the road to almost un fathomable depths, The horses floun dered, and plowed about in vain ef. forts of locomotion, at last to plunge in the terror of a bottomless road. They whinnled and snorted, as tho in appeal to the men on the sled be hind—a sled that worked on its run ners no longer, but that sunk with every fresh drift to the main-boards themselves. Wadded with clothing, shouting in a mixture of French and | english and his own peculiar form of slang, Ba'tiste tried in vain to force the laboring animals onward But they only churned uselessly in the drift; their hoofs could find no footing, eave the yielding masses of snow. Puffing, aa though the ¢ tion had been his own, the trapper turned and stared down at his com panion, “Ket fa no use,” came finally. “The horse, he cannot pull, We must make the trip on the snowshoe.” They turned back for the bunk house, to emerge a few moments later, bent, padded forms, fighting » of the me almost things glumsily against bes Ghosts th snow-covered storm. tely, WIGH GRADE CHICKENS! <a , PLANS DIDN'T HATC CACKLING AND CROWING ! T WAVE ALL T cau) 7 When -oite V7 ALL HE CAN DO SOUND SCRAMBLED 1S WEAR A BUSINESS -” HIS EGG IDEA) LEGHORN WAT: NOTHING BUT “TH! ONLY Way /{ WHAT HE KNOWS WE COULD RAISE CHICKENS WOULD BE TO BY AHERN ABOUT CHICKENS “TLL BET HE THINKS A DO MYSELF "TO PUT 'EM IN A ‘RHODE ISLAND SCRATCH For A | [crave av ‘vaKes | RED’ 1S AN LIVING WITHOUT) |'EM UP IN AN ANARCHIST ! FINANCING ANY CHICKENS! — “eee. ELEVATOR! WHATS “THE BIG IDEA OF WRECKING THE that hardly could be discerned « tew | feot away, one hand of each holding | tight to the stout cord which led from | waist belt to waist belt, thelr only | |insurance against being parted from | each other in the bilnding awirl of | winter. Hours, stopping at short Intervals! to seek for some landmark—for the road long ago had become obliterated at last to @ee faintly before them the little box car station house, and | to hurry toward ft in a fear that neither of them dared to express to | the other, Snow In the mountains ta} not a gentle thing, nor one that comes by fits and gusts. The blix zard does npt sweep away its venge- | ful enthusiasm in a day or a night. | It comes and it stays—departing for a time, it seems—that it may gather new strength and fury for an even | fiercer attack, And the features of | the agent, as he stared up from the | rattling telegraph key, were not con- | ducive to relief, “Your stuff's on the way, if that's any news to you,” came with a wor- ried laugh, “It left Denver on No. 312 at 6 o'clock this morning behind |No, 8. That's no sign that it's | going to get here. ht fan'’t past | Tolliter yet.” “Not past Tollifer?* Houston stared anxiously. “Why, it should be | at the top of the range by now. It| hasn't even begun to climb." “Good reason. They're getting this over there too.” “The snow?" “Worse than here, if anything. Denver reported 10 inches at 11} o'clock, and it’s 15 miles from the | |range. There was three inches when | the train started. that freight 1s; I can't get any word from it." “But—" “Gone out again!” The telegrapher |hammered disguatedly on the key. | on me} “The darned line grounds | By a CHAPTER LXV WE'RE PENNILESS—I RE My husband took from his pocket a notice that my checking account was once more overdrawn. “We're bankrupt, all right,” he re. peated. “I’m sorry for you, little girl, but I guess we'd betters get along with one checking account So we'll close yours. I guess mine will hold ali 1 can earn. And we can keep track of what we have~better —with just one account,” Bride SOLVE TO GO TO WORK| “L always have kept track,” I pro tested, “See my stubs!” It didn’t take Jack cover I had a habit of going to the! bank for cash and never subtracting | |the sums from my stubs! | Trying to. be helpful, I suggested “Can't we-just for once-—pay | these bills out of your savings?” “But Peggins, our safety fund has been pald out for the furniture, long to dis- | Lord knows where | jlive on ove RECN ar. * Mrs. Kahler was in Beattle— Mrs. Kahler who lives in Tacoma and who tells such wonderful stories about things which hap- pened in the early days that Peggy and David think she fs as good as a fairy godmother. And what's more, lo and behold! all the time that the children have known her, here has been her son living in Seattle, being a business man like anybody else, just as if he hadn't been a regular “hair. breadth-Harry” when he was a baby, always getting Into awful danger and being snatched back at the last minute. You remember how Mrs. Kahler lived on @ ranch in Ore- gon when she was the “girl wife” in the “White Horse and His Rider" story Well, this business man in Seat tle is the baby in that story, and the baby In this story Mrs. Kahler told the kiddies last week. Mra, Kahler’s story: “While we were living on the ranch, word came to us that Can- yon City had burned and that alt the settlers up there were without homes, and unless they had help from outside they would suffer terribly from cold when winter came with its snow and its chill. ing rains. “So every man who had any tools left his own work, if he could, and went to help rebuild i Wedgwood, the lamps and odds and enda you n led.” Then I had another Inspiration. “ft can borrow, Jack! Of Mr, Tearle, He'd be Just happy to help ust" ‘Borrow? Borrow? Why, Per- gins, you don’t know what you're saying! Why, girl, unless we can what we earn, big or little money, I'd feel as if we were—as If I were cheating myself!" After Jack had gone T sat down and had a good long cry. ruins RP lay etry or . _By Mabel Cle ancl _ Page 731 A STRANGE DANGER ¢ i. LES DOOIM SLEPT RIGHT’ IT LASTED A LITTLE LONG ~ Ie Canyon City. | “Mr, Kahler left his brother to | look after his ranch and went with the rest. “After he had been up there time, when I had a load of butter ready for market, my brotherinlaw and I took the babies with us and drove up in the wagon to sell the butter, “Why don't you stay? Mr. Kahler egged, ‘It's so lonely j without you and the babies; I know of a miner's cabin I can get and we'll just camp there till I'm thru “So we took the cabin,” Mrs, Kahler went on, “and I cleaned it up and we were so happy to be together again that we didn't mind much the doing without things, “The cabin stood right on the edge of the water ditch and had a tiny little porch almost over the ditch, It was cool out there and one day I spread a blanket on the floor and set the baby down | on it. “He looked so comfy and happy out in the fresh air, and T was so thankful for the bit of a porch that I went back into the house and set about the morning work with never a fear In my heart or a thought in my head of the hor. rid danger near.” (To Be Continued) PS | Jack hed carried off the bills— |they made a bundle too large for his pocket. He went straight to the | bank to balance my checking account and close it, My feelings were dreadfully hurt. Jack hadn't been pleased with one of my suggestions, I was sorry I had spoken about borrowing, 1 ought to have gone to Mr. Tearlo, obtained a loan, paid the bills and swved Jack from worrying. And Mr, Tearle would never have expected to be paid, tho, of course, in time I'd LISTEN, WHAT | “TOLD You WAS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT- | WAS OVER TO ED BROWN'S BIRTHDAY PARTY AND jand that it was my duty as a busi- WELL, THAT'S OVER WITH ~ MY WIFE REMINDS ME OF A BASE BALL UMPIRE- SHE NEVERs , BELIEVES 1’ SAFE WHEN |’m OUT- Vuur CET He (Meviciwes IN HERS R wRILS UM PASSING> Nes, Ste, YM we COCKING FoR A DROG store! Goop DAY IY have managed somehow. I said to myself I had been quite stupid, had made a mess of our fl nancial affairs from the beginning part of the houschold expenses, But I didn’t broach the subject uns” til after dinner, ; “Jack, dear! Let me help. I've never earned any money, But I’m sure I can! “Peggins!”. was Jack's reply. Tt» sounded like a reproof. Jack sald no more, just sat still and watched — me, speechless with amazement, 4 Didn't my husband believe I waa” smart enough to earn my own living? (To Bo Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Steg 1p : ness partner, equal to work, As a feminist, I believed in the economic independence of the wife, But it had been very pleasant to be supported, to be a parasite. In my heart, I didn’t at all like the idea of going to work, But if my husband couldn't man- age 1 was quite willing to carry my with Jack, to go