The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 21, 1922, Page 13

ak ey (Continued From Yesterday) A erin came to Houston's tpse— the first one in weeks, He banged Batiste on his heavily wadded ehoukter “That's the kind of « railroad to work for!” “Ab, oul! And when eet come thru ah, we shall help to build it.” might, when all country cried for help, working toward {ts selfish ends that tt might Dave @ supply of necessary Jumber in if iH At rt} j i i H il inti 4 i i | i 2 li FG H i : z i ; : i ? is i f g ; i i : i ; E fi : ce i i i HW Ht if af i 4 : HA i i i i ui EF § ( i f Hi : fsitEl i Fy i it i } q 5 ; | (et iv (andiridet etic Uarets GPREPESeA EEG APE PReSAEEE Gos RceE stad tiie Shebits i if ae ! ) i i i i i : | H Ht ge i g HT ante I | i : i i i & i. i § { Eiix I i i i F i i 8 } 8 ls i Z i 3F 1H | i z g i Gart & z ine striving by Ag i 3 le flounder- short | | i : If dawn would only | : | i Agzin andé again, hardly realizing | aware that the eyes of the wornan | we'll save that for a future time. think I'm enough of « man not to/ the dangers to which he was sub-| } regain his lost sense of direction./ Once faintly, in the faraway, as the storm lifted for a moment he thought | that he glimpsed a pole and hurried foward it with new hope, only to|ing the proffered food. Then, at| wanted to help you find it a stalwart trunk of a dead | last, forcing himself to the subject,|a woman in trouble tree, rearing itself above the mound- | Discouraged, Dike Gritts. , half-beaten, he tried again, only to wander fur- ther than ever from the trail. HOW BUDDY BLUE It was being whispered all over | Bright Meadowland. Everyone was| talking about i, but no one knew | who had started it. Some said it! gant know why Buddy couldn't |I'm In trouble—" she was speaking | Maybe he couldn't get back. was Mike Mole, who had a hahit of disappearing {nto one of his million | underground passages the minute he mate a remark. | Some said it was the butterfly, but he, too, had gone on a journey. Some said it was the kingfisher, | but he'd gone on @ fishing trip to Bilver River. Nancy and Nick heard it and told it to Dr. Snuffies, the fairy doctor, | but what was the use? He couldn't | do anything because he didn’t know | where Buddy— But there! Dearie me! I've not! told you yet what they were saying. | Everybody was saying to his neigh- bor, “Buddy Binebottle can’t move. | Hasn't moved since 7 o'clock this morning.” If you value your watch, let Haynes | repair it. Next Liberty theater —Adv. | Stop Asthma Instantly! ASTHMADOL Asthma, Bronchitis, Hay Fever. $1.00| at all drug stores, or direct, p. p., by | Joyner Drug Co., eee! tisement. FRIDAY, JULY 21, 1922. | found him at last, floundering hope | M snow-creaned woods, go: ing on toward he knew not where. | A half-hour, then he stopped. Fitty feet away, almost covered by the! changing snows, & small cabin showed faintly, as tho etruggling to free itself from the bonds of white, | and Houston turned toward It eager: | ly. His numbed hands banged at| the door, but there came no answer He shouted: still no sound came from | within, and he turned the creaking, | Protesting knob, | The door yielded, and climbing over the pile of snow at the step, | Houston guided his snowshoes thru the narrow door, blinking th the/ half light in an effort to ses about him. There was a stove, but the| fire was dead, At the one little win: | dow, the curtain was drawn tight and pinned at the aides to the sash. | was @ bed—and the form of | some one beneath the covera. Hous. ton called again, but still there wi no answer, He turned to the windo and ripping the shade from its fasten. ings once more sought the bed, to bend over and stare in dazed, bewil. dered fashion, as tho tn « dream. He Was looking into the drawn, haggard features of an unconscious woman, the eyes half open, yet unseeing, one emaciated hand grasped about some. thing that was shiekied by the covers. Houston forced himself closer. He touched the hand. He called: “Agnes!” ‘The eyelids moved slightly: tt was the only evidence of life, save the Houston back an edge of the blankets—and wood agfiast, On her breast was a baby—dead! He i Fit af be ie ili tl Ef Hi > EP FEEEE ‘at agony wh meant for deriz, he wen! chats the cold, i forward. The woman was look- ing at him—staring with fright in her gaze, almost terror. “Barry—" the word was more of a mumble. “Barry-—" then the eyes turned, searching for the form that no longer was beside her. “My | —my-—" Then, with a spasm of re-) alization, she was silent. Houston strove dully for words. “Tm sorry — Agnes. Dont be afraid of me. I'll get help for you.” “Don't.” The voice was @ mono. tone, minus expression, aimost minus | The face had become blank, 20 “Yen,” came at last. There was the Gulinpss that comes when grief has | reached the breaking point. “Dead. | It died—yesterday morning.” | Houston could say nothing In an ewer. The simple statement was too tragic, too full of meaning, he could discern | fraught with the agony of that long now. guide him | day and night of suffering, or any | want the rest, #0 you can pay me|—but I won't; I'll tell when you come | | reply in words that would not jar, or | back, don't you? sal-| cause even @ greater pang. Quietly | fingers plucked at the bedclothes, the path from which | he turned to the stove, red-hot now, | expected it! I knew taken him, but all to|and with snow water began the mak: | sooner or later “If you're talking about me, Agnes | came here for. and what I've been led to believe, ing of grue! from the supplies on the | shelf. Once he turned. auddenty! were centered in his direction. But was for one thing, one alone—that tiny, covered form on the tabie. An hour passed silently, except for | the trivialities of speech accompany: Houston asked a question: } “Where is he?” “Who?” Sudden fright had come! Dawn into the woman's eyes. A name form. | weak |what Barry was trying to make of | him jher in his mind, a grieving woman, | with a struggle she raised to one el-| BOTTLE WAS FREED | Well, Dr. Snuffies couldn't help | him any, because he didn’t know | where Buddy was in the first place, and in the second place because he move. | He'd have asked Buddy's ma and his pa, but he didn't know where they lived either. It was rumored Buddy had no man and pa, and even | whispered that they, ‘too, had been unable to move, just like Buddy, be. fore they left him an orphan } By and by Sar’ Ann Spider passed on her way to school. “Mmmm,” she was Flosry Fuzzy Worm, were over. We're saying to! going to have | something extra good for lunch, but I'm not allowed to tell.” ; “Ab, haf’ nodded Dr, Snuffies | wisely. “Now I know.” He called Nancy and Nick and} took his sharp scissors and started oft. ‘There was poor Buddy Bluebottle in Mrs. Spider's web, bound all around with a strong thread. No| wonder he couldn't move! | Snip! Snip! went Dr. Snuffles’ long | nelnnorn, | Buddy was soon free, buzzed his thanks, flew away. (To Be Continued) | nd, after he | dreadful GUYS WANT “1D PLAY A RACE 2s A FRIEND OF MINE ME A “TIP ON A Horse THAT EATS tS OATS OUT OF « A CASH REGISTER! e4 on Houston's lips, only query: “Your husband.” She emiled faintly. “You've got me, too| Barry?’ A half hysterical tone came and you “You know a lot I expected it! himself, Houston sought to| they were not upon him; their gaze | harass a person in time of grief.” nals of fire, eh?” A tings of her | old expression had come back, with | returning strength. “Nothing of the kind. Your baby’s—gone. your husband for you, I~" But she shook her head, anddenty | suddenly only | go—with my baby. And I don't want | and broken, NAMED FERRIS GAVE to de! frail bonds of an fliness-ridden brain forced back Into the more general | were straining at their leash. “I can haven't you, | else, Ob,” and the thin “t | when you bring me the note from the | I simply | got lost in the storm and stumbled | because you're |in here.” You're sick If I can get THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN ON A NAG ONCE, AND [Tr “TURNED OUT “% BE A SHOE I WOULDN A DIME ONA HORSE IF IT RACED A FIELD OF CREEPING | vines! el. MONEY ON SINFUL RACE cautr PASS Tip’ TO BE YOURSELF TODAY: | pememper WHAT'S THE REASON?| my OLD SIDE- | nee it in your eyes. You'd like to see | me die!’ ' “Why?” he could think of nothing “Because—" and then she stopped. | o—you're trying to get me to tell! back—I'll tell what I said and did You want me to tell, don't} Don't you? That's what you You found out I was she asked priest you? here. I--did he tell? 1 | sharply Barry shook his head. | “1 don’t know who you mean, | Agnen” | “No? “Many things ran I think you're—" | “I was on my way over the range. “aa I ran Gown the steps and He looked out. “It's let/ Maybe I could find} to town-—you must | up some now ture. my way back | have a doctor.” og ack dicta denly turned vicious, both babies “I don’t want a doc! were tn danger, and if trouble was there, could I save them both? I want to to know—understand that—"| bow, eyes suddenly blating with the} in need kicked, either by accident, or by a “We're—not married. You'll know | flashes of her disordered brain, fea- | a. or by + or later. I—T don’t know | tures strained and excited. “I don't || Calf he had possibly teased in baby eis. He was here three days|want him to know! He ran away|] tgnorance, could I take care of a ago and = coming back that night. | and jeft me for three days. The fire| wound alone? But he didn’t. Maybe he's gone—|went out—my baby—" hysterical) “Thens’ ind he'd threatened It.” “He? You mean—* She pressed her Nps tight. “I'm not going to tell—yet. | rapidity now, the words flooding over | storm her lips between gasps, her hands knitting dead. You know that tion. “My baby’s dead terday morning—all day long I held ‘Then 1 | said—wait'—and I .waited. it fn my arms and cried. slept, didn't 1?” “You were unconscious.” “Maybe I'm going to die.” my baby went “] hope not, Agnes.” You've} got to do something for me first. | hands. don’t you?" | she asked suddenly, In apparent for- | couldn’t getfulnese of any previous conversa. | when I found out—and when I came It died yes. | back out here! He couldn’t marry me | | ‘There | But “T wish school | was childishness in the voice. “Like| Houston sought to end the repetl. I baptized her before abe | tion Maybe I’m going to die too.” laughter broke from her dry lips— er “My baby died, and still he didn't jcome. He—"* “Agnes!” “Try tinued and frantic screams of the child in my ears. “I knew, or thought I knew, Houston grasped her to control yourself! The had hurt him. It was something that I did not even know IT had to look out for; there in the green pasture a hug ony of ants had formed, and Karl had chosen to sit then. ‘Walt’; that’s what he always | Now—" | |then the voice trailed off—"it's been three days. He promised to be back. | | the ant hill *| “Perhaps I could find him and/ | bring him here.” | “You'd lke to see me diel” The (Continued Tomorrow) 1 . ; But . terday! I thought. “Then I could] Jack came home early at m. | concluded. them, Peggins! Certainly you haven't. _ n have straightened out ali accounts, | urgent request over the phone. Ae Zou mean, Possing, you inteoil/any moral elaine a : OU R FIRS I y EAR 1 oe eee ae wae al handed the false pearls to him. He| {can't see why not” 1 inslated. | thelr beads?” objected. “I ps | “And after it, wag a0 arranged, I | tossed them back to me. “1 can't aée why it isn't the perfect-| them §36.and it they handel saat could have told him. And he would| “I don’t like them, Peggins! They | ave = « By a Bride have thought me the most extraor-| don't look like yours!” | y sensible thing to do, Jack. They | package worth $43,000 who was at LXVIII—JACK OBJECTS TO ACCEPTING THE $3,000| inary little musinoss woman, overs’) “But ty are! ‘The original! ‘The Se ee eee a te ee FROM BARNICK “With $3,000 T can pay all those and give Jack his joriginal safety fund of $1,000 and ast (Copyright, 1922, by Beatle Stary | went home. “Why, I can open an-| have a bit left,” said I to Me How would Jack look at it? [have to ask him, That was the fun- | other checking account—and be Inde- | niest thing about pendent of my husband!’ |When a big thing happened Of course, I could think ‘of noth. | couldn't decide it for myself, ing else. “It only this bad happened yes-my husband! It was PAR a a hee oe on mind,” Mra. Kabler went on with | her story of the unfortunate boy, | across the garden, on into the pas | “If one of the calves had sud | | his little clothes an ddropped them “If Earl had been seriousty | other! thoughts I ran with, with the con- | | 1 r that #hatever was the matter, I | “Yee, the storm! It's always the|| should have to take care of it my-| storm! We would have been married self, for so far as I knew, there but there was the storm. He was not another white person marry me months ago— nearer than eight miles away. “But it wasn't the calves that | necessury for me always to consult | need it most! ‘luck? THE OLD HOME TOWN ‘AUNT SARAH PEABODY, LEADER OF THE SOCIETY FOR SUPPRESSION "OF || PIPE SMOKING, WAS SEEN ON LOWER MAIN STREET EARLY TODAY, PAGE 13_ BY STANLEY HE STUCK HIS HEAD INTO ‘THE BULLDOG SALOON AND HOLLERED ,” FIRE™ } * Pook. By Mabel Cleland Page 734 PLENTY OF CREAM thru my! them, and by the time I got there he was literally covered from head to foot, face hands, head and feet covered. “I snatched him up and tried to brush them off, but I found that too slow a task, so I tore off on the ground as I ran. “When I had his face free I saw that every inch of It was cov- ered with great splotches where the ants had stung him, and his face was swollen alarmingly. “When I reached the door with the screaming baby—half frantic myself with anxiety, I found an old bachelor who worked on the place; he had come to the house on an errand and just happened to get there when I needed help so badly. “Quick as a flash he ran to the milkhouse, and taking the thick cyeam off pan after pan of milk, he helped pick off the remaining ants and told me to put the baby into the cream. “I did this, then wrapped him up in a cloth all soaked tn solid cream, and rocked him to sleep with the cream streaming down down fair and square on top of| my skirt “Oh, yes, It cured the stings. “There seemed to be millions of | The bachelor was a good doctor.” I'd ones I paid for,” And then I gave him the details “Arid to happen to us! Isn't it being married. | of the most startling mistake in the | mighty glad to I) history of the jewelry business. When we wonderful jing poor me $5,000?" I asked. “It's only part of their profit they’re los-|see? Don’t you agree?* ing when they thought they were All our affairs untangled. | $43,000 short! EVERETT TRUE RECKLESS DRivinG, Er Fit OU FOR ANY ADvice It! with Me, AND GOOD .. & DONT tT You Ger Gay NUIQGAT W “PUGASANT DREAMS I! 1 be able to start over again!” I} “But I can't see your claim on “I do not! asserted my husband. “Goodness gracious! “Peggins Peggins! It's a ques — Aren't they} tion of ethics! It's Ike right and get out of it by pay: | wrong! Plain! A thing’s all right or all wrong! This is. Can’t you (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stas)