The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 26, 1922, Page 13

(Continued from Yesterday) The screaming of faded, giving way to the lurching of monsters as they Once more “gawied within the blackness of the gmokefilled, enowchoked — shed. “Peeper they went and deeper, the ta trom without fading away, the penetrating sulphur smoke seep. in even thru the closed cab, ning it until the electric lights S were nothing more than faint pin. “points, sending the faces of the men their arms, while the ed, waiting anxiously until the gignal should come from ahead. A long, long moment, while the e cut deeper into protesting in spite of every effert to evade it, while Old Andy on the en- 5 seat twisted and writhed with oi agony of fading breath, at jast to reel from his position and stumble gbdout in the throes of suffocation. At last, from ahead, came the wel. ome signal, the three aa arm. “Pull that rope! he gasped toward first fireman. “For God's sake, fgat that rope! I'm aboyt gone” f & fumbling hand reached up and " Bilased; the light was nearly gone pow, in a swirling cloud of veno- gous smoke. Again the old engineer * stumbled, and Houston, leaping to | hls side, supported him. “Find that rope—” “I can't see! The smoke—" Desperately Houston released the qngineer and climbed upward. grop- Something touched his hand, ‘and he jerked at it. A blast sound ‘@i—repeated twice more. In the rear the war answered. Out the train to freedom again. 4 was the beginning of @ night of an Arctic hell. fresh cir and foul air—gieaming Tights, then dense biackness—so the ‘gnowplow made, only to withdraw to give way to the pick crews, and the: : turn, gasping and reeling, hurried ‘ut for the attack of the plow again Men fell grovelling, only to be @ragged into the open alr and resuect of the fight. The houre by like stricken things. @awn—the plow churned lesser Impact. It surged for > one snowshed was broken; but remained 20 more-—and the th Traflh—beyond! by I'm afraid oft the relief day crew three of the smaller eds, at last to halt at the ton: affair which shielded the edge of Mount Taluchen. Then had i thi it at ir f calling, 2nd Houston stirred, Gazediy ebedient to tts command. “I hate to awaken you—” It Was a ‘woman; her tonts compassionate, Ne. “But they’re whistling for night crew. They've atill got you en the list for firing.” Houston opened his eyes and forced ‘& smile. “That's all right. Thanke-thanks for waking me.” ‘Then he rose and went forth Into the agonies of the night—willing, eager, almost happy. A few words from a woman had given him strength, had wiped out fatigue and Aching muscles, and cramped, lifeless Iimbe—a few words from a woman he loved, Medaine Robinette. CHAPTER XXIII Tt was a repetition of Right—the same churning of the Plows, the «ame «mailer machines | Working along the right of way to keep the ratis clear of drifting snow and ice particles, the wind howling Senin and carrying the offal of the Plows In gigantic spouts of dirty White high tnto the air, to lash and Pulverize it, then swish it away to the cy valleys beneath, where drifts could do no harm, where there were fo struggting crews and dogged, half. ead men. A repetition of the fot)!-«melling wooden tunnels, the sulphur fumes, the gasping of stricken men. The fame long, horrible hours, the same OF THE Clive BR. SIS SPARROW Dr. Snuffies and Nancy and Nick were on their way home thru O14 Orchard when they heard someone crying. It was Sis Sparrow. “Goodness,” said kind Nancy. “Are you sick?” “Yes. Sick of being mud-colored,” Squeaked the little bird-girl. “Why ¢an't I be handsome like Will Wood Decker? He's got a bright red head and wonderful white wings with Black on ‘em. “You can see him a mile off. But | I! Ugh! When I’m on the road, or On a fence. or in a puddle, you can't Gee me at all, I'm just plain old ugly brown.” Now I ¢ tell you all that hap- CANDIED LAXATIVE FOR CHILOREN OR ADULTS, 25 i frre ovestest acters wy THe woo.’ ‘Wo KEEP THe UVER AND BOWELS CROEMT AT ALL GOOD DKUGGISTS the whistles | Weloome hardn: two} long-drawn: | F gut binsts, and the engineer waved | ) Back and forth—back and forth—/| Bourse passed. Sally after sally the) then sent once more tnto the! the first} ADVEMTURES TWINS ‘oberts Barton staggering release trom labor an of @ sleeping On & wooden floor. Night after night {t was the same—starlight and snow, fair weather and storm. Barry Hous: ton had become a rough-bearded, tattered piece of human machinery ike all the rest. Then, at jast— The sun! Shining faintly thru the Windows of the bunk car, it caused jim to stir in his aleep. Dropping | & flood of ruby red, It still reflect. ed faint streaks of color across the sky, when at last he started forth to what men had mentioned but seldom, and then with fear. For athe t the struggle or tn the lives of those tonight | was the last night, the last either in| THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN PAGE 13 BY STANLEY OUR BOARDING HOUSE THE OLD HOME TOWN We Just Gor Whe Hi OH MAJOR UH-HUM-~ i" MAIOR HOOPLE = Wwe onsen oar ch a Gor ouT_}j THEY Must] WERE JUST OF “THE TRUNK«\'| 1 FORGOT To \*| OF bly] | EM OUTOF LOOKING FOR |'|-evE NOT IO0\| MENTION GiRLS||NERT TE? || You l= Migs DARING, DO You!|| THAT I'M A CORNER ow PomPsI! HERZOG AND T “THINK 2 SALT-WATER | | “HAN A // [ID TAKE WANT You “TO COME DOWN “TO “THE BEACH AND GIVE US THAT SWIMMING LESSON You PROMISED | AN OLD [| virt False TEETH TO GNAW Hose RELICS « SWIMMER ! = OF COURSE You Ste AS AN WSTRUCTOR iN FRESH WATER ID BE USELESS! T WILL LEARN O SWIM QUICKLY, BECAUSE I USED To BE SUCH AN EXCELLENT ROUND who had fought their way upward to the final barricade which yet sep arated them from the top ef the world—the Death Trail. Smooth and sleek it showed before | Houston tn the early moonlight, an foy Niagara, the snow piled high above the raliroad tracks, extending upward against an almost sheer wall of granite, In stacks and drifts, banked In places to a depth of a hun. j@red feet. Already the plows were assembled—four heavy steel mon- eters, with tremendous beams lashed tm place and jutting upward, that they might break the overcasts and knock down the snow roofing» that otherwise might form tunnels, break ing the way above as the tremendous fan of the plow would break It be: low, Thin was to be the fight of fights, there in the mooniight. Hous. ton could see the engines breathing laxity behind thetr plows, 16 great steel contrivances, their burdens sraduated tn aize from the tremen dous auger at the fore to the lexser, PB, J ARSHALOTEY WALKER’ ‘FELL! OFF THE” PORCH OF THE po ot ly HOTEL TODAY, WHILE PEEKING IN THE WINDOW | OF A SUSPICIOUS STRANGER STOPPING THERE fs almost diminutive one, by compart. | son, at the rear, denigned to take the lant Of the offal the track, For there would be no tée here: the drtp- Pings of the snownsheds, with their accompanying stalactites and stalag- mites, were absent. A quick shoot and a lucky one. Otherwise—the men who went forward to thelr engines Would not speak of it. But there was one who did. She was standing beside the cook jear as Houston passed, and she |looked toward him with a glance that caused Barry te stop and to walt, as tho she had called to him. Hesitatingly she came forward, and | Houston's dulled mentality at last | took cognizance that a hand was ex. tended slightly. “You're still working on the en. gine “Yea.” “Then you'll be with them? “On the Death Trail? 1 expect to.” “They talk of tt as something ter. tibte. Whyt Houston potnted to the forbidding wall of anow. His thick, broken Itpe mumbled tn the longest epeech he days. of the snow. It's practt. all resting on the tracks; above, nothing for the enow to cling When we cut out the foundation afraid that the vibration loosen the rest and start an av- Tt all depends whether tt reve passed thru.” “And you are not afraiét™ She one in—a bit afraid, when they're g0ing Into trouble, I know what I'm doteg, If that’s what you mean.” She was sflent for a long moment looking up at the packed drifts, at the ragged butlines of the mountains against the moonlit sky, then into | the valleys and the shimmering form of the round, fey Iake, far below. Her Ups parted, and Barry went cloner. “Beg pardon?’ } things I can't understand. seem quite natural—* “What?” “That things could" Then she straightened and looked at him with clear, ffank ¢ye “Mr. Houston,” came quietly, “I've been thinking | about something all day. I have felt | that I haven't been quite fair—that ja man who has acted as you have acted sincesines I met you this laat It doesn't | time—that he. deser more of a chance than I have gtven him. |"That—" “I'm asking nothing of you, Miss Robinette.” “I know, I am asking something of you. I want to tell you that I | have day furnish me the proo spoke of once, I—th what | wanted to tell you," she ended quickly and extended her hand | "Good-by. I be praying for all of | you up there.” Houston answered only with | presaure of his hand. His throat had closed suddenly. Hin breath jerked | Into his lungs; his burning, wind-torn lips ached to touch the hand that had |lingered for a moment in his. He ltooked at her with eyes that epoke what his tongue could not eay, then been hoping that you can some -that you IS BEAUTIFIED pened, my dea but Nancy and Nick and the fairyman doctor began to whisper together, and in @ min- ute they said something to poor Sis, | who brightened immediately. The next thing Sis was going home with them to the place by the blueberry-patch where Dr. Snuffles lived. And then—in about 10 minntes— out came a lovely looking bird with a head as red as a holly berry and wings as black and white as this | newspaper Of course you've guessed it. was Sis Sparrow She flew over to the chestnut-tree In the meadow, and from there over to the fence. * | “I'll have to hunt for a handsome place to live In,” said Sis to herself. “My, won't folks be looking at me | now?” | She was right! Hunery Hawk, al | ways on the lookout for a meal, had [seen her bright red head and made A swoop, “Whatever ft tm, It must he good to ent because it’s pretty,” he de- |clared greedily. Poor Siet It almost came to being |the end of her. (To Be Continned) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) | AY \ THAT HE CAN SEE I guess every, “Nothing—only there are some) It | Helen Believes in Preparedness BY ALLMAN. ij aT WHAT'S THE Bic IDEA] ouR VACA ! Ad mA OF MAKING THE Nig lie! Ni vee Boom A | - | : ao Foye I'LL HANG THESE { 1] RIGHT HERE SO Sune ate 1 DIDN’T KNOW HOME HERE ra EVERING AND SAY = “LET'S START ON OUR. VACATION TOMORROW” AND SURPRISE MESO 4 (M ALL. READY FoR Your OH, HELEN, WHEN DID You GET ALL THE NEW Cc ARE YOU PLANNING ON /VACATION GOING SOME PLACE? GEE, THEY'RE SWELL! WE WERE GOING ONA VACATION! | | , “THEM WHEN HE | COMES IN! \ NO,PD~ T WZ JUST) STAND’ ON “Th BANK 1 WATOUN Th ons dns f | = WHEN ALEK DIVED ANY) SPLASHED ME yy <a | | | lhe went on—a shambting, dead-tired | masses past them, the first plow bit | man, even on awakening from sleep, | its way deep into the tremendous lbut a man whose heart was beating | mass, while sweating men, Barry | with a new fervor, She would be/| i ston among them, crammed coal | praying for al) of them up there at|into the open, angry fire boxes, the lthe Traii, And all of them included | sand strea on greasy tracks—and him. | the cavalcade went | At the eab of the engine, he tis] A hundred yards the beams tened to the final instructions of the| knocking down the snow above g, anxious superintendent, then | all but covering the engines whi St lube Page 738 QUICKSAND “How, dafdy? David asked,| heard first his wife, then his chil- ar * a on. cur } 7 OM jf thru, only to leave | went to his black work of the shovel. | forced thelr way to |Higher and higher mounted the|as high @ mass behind; while the am le. nd { | whole mountain seemed to tremble; steam on the gauge; theirs was the| whole 1 |firet plow, theirs the greatest task. | while the peaks above sent back roar | For if they did not go thru, the oth-| for roar, and grim, determined men ould if their attack | pulled harder than ever at the} ers could not follow; if their nt ae ou taunch | throttles and walted posed gles Fh Se eeng sure to| of night again, or the crash of an|l enow aid Syfba get lost?” deen ety 008s |come sooner or Inter would carry | avalanche “Not lost, son,” daddy sald,| “For the'man had somehow lost with !t mangled machinery and the ie shout from Ola Andy. iA pat st] “only separated. Mra, Oxlesby| his bearings, stepped off the hard | c M1 n chasm of | the whistle, screeching forth ite note | | bai Ses we one re fan! crderalot Victory. Prom is. front wae it|] wap taking are of the other peo | sand, and was unable to lft Bis lcame—criap, shouted, cursing com-| answered, then from the rear, and ple you see, and+keeping them foot. |mands, answered in kind. ‘Then the|on and on, seemingly thru an inter from teing panicky. But when| “Bip? he eried, “Help! I'm in } last query: Danae cele, ee renin || the little girl found herself acroes| the quicksand?’ But no cne seem | If there’s a damn man of you|came again, as the lesser plows ed to hear, no one but the women the dangerous river with her mother on the other side, she just cried and cried like any other lit. tie girl—'T want my mother, Oh! y cle the | | who’ coward, atep out! Hear| the rear swept their way clear of ithatt ‘t you're Fran rth come on—| Death Trail and ground onward and | lthere’s no stopping once you start!” | upward. But only for a moment. | Engine after engine answered, in| Then, the blare of the whistles was | and children on the safe side of the river, “William? the captain's wife m trthe tones, the belliger.| drowned in a greater sound, a roar | . | ieering, sarcastic tina what pound. (that reverberated thru the hills lke || On! 1 want my motherf et Se eee ee ont cries the bellow of a thou thunders, | | Help? But the captain was too lea in their hearts, driving down by sheer willpower the primitive destres | be resently the mother was the cracking and crashing of trees, | Ans Senne far away to hear, and the other brought safely across, and she! “ tdi ‘Again was the| the splintering of great rocks as the eis. Geil. Soehal ctatity “alias |stssoreneraton wan it anrwered | snows of the granite spires above || and Sytba and the other Oglesby| Win Gily sulel wes Colles by men who snarled, men who cursed|Denth Trail loowed at last and |i enidren were being happy Over! cure in. sad } At not pray. And with | Crashed downward tn an all-consum ay si re in. | that they might not pr ling rush of destruction, Trees gave || Setting together when the dread-| “Then the man screamed and ai right! Let ‘er gor way before the constantly gathering || ful thing happened. then he broke down and cried, ‘0, | Pe soreamed. Up the|mass of white, and joined in the | “The family whose wagon hed | my “ge My poor wife! Will } ow, the| downfall. Great boulders, abutting no one save me? See geet ge fib hd as Taward |rocks, slides of shale! On it went, || [en #0 close to the one in) wut no one dared, and minute Jets Ot eemumne of emoke leaping | thundering toward the valley and || Which Sytba rode had come across | py minute, inch by inch tne cruel | Corey tne mountain side, the|the gleaming lake, mt last to crash |] also and were waiting for their) sande sueked him down, down, plackly w! . there; to send the ten-foot thicknenses | of tce splintering Ike broken glans; |to pyramid, to spray the whole nether | world with fee and snow and ecatter- then to nettle, a jumbled, down, while the helpless women and children men watched, “He was gone. And sobbing the broken-hearted wife took her father to come, “Fle had crossed before with | his wagon, but had gone back to get something which had been an the great, ronring | wtart was made, speed mase of machinery gathered | for. the tmpact girl | c that all but threw A jarring crash abil il and the heartless the men of the first crews | Oe eae |thetr fest, and the Death’ Tra!l had|consiomerate mass of destructive left on the other bank of the| elght little children, hired a man |heen met. Then churning, marling, | ness, robbed of its prey. river, and he was wading across| to drive her wagon and turned with a load on his shoulder when | Bylba heard him ery out. “Then quickly, like an echo, she back over the trail. “ ‘No,’ she sald, ‘I cannot go on. ‘We have no friends, no friends.’ eT | ponenoenennnneennerenensrnn ener rnw dean enema eres ent chatr as if his strength had left him. I wanted to say to him I was Just as weak under caresses as he, that almost every experience tn mar- ried life works both ways, that a man needs just about what a woman needs; this went thru my mind but had nothing to do with my main argument: “When {t's all straightened out”— my volce struggled with my sob “we can--talk—about the rest—f there is any happiness left for us. At any rate-—I can give you back everything—but your jobi" | roaring, the snow flying In cloud-tke (Continued Tomorrow) { OUR FIRST YEAR | x By a Bride __] SEE NO WAY OUT OF OUR DILEMMA— eae 8 SAVE MY OWN Juck Delleved his eyes, he had ans ts 4 bit a Spin. eee will .| not let me borrow from Mr. Tearle |ald. Well, then, let him also be. jto pay our debts. Nor take Bar. | eve his ears: |nick's money. Well, I call tt good “1 own I have kissed you to keep | tortune—luck—and so the case de. | you from worry. I never heard be- | etd itself. lfore tonight that that was a crime| “I have brought your troubles | upon you. Oh, you haven't sald so. ard Jack's remon-|I know I've got you Into a fix, even |him off, at the office, The men liked me,| “Don't touch mef* I sald, thelr wives did not, It all counted My husband dropped into the near And to this my husband made no | for him. reply. I waited and walted, decided| I had been taught the girl who has |he never would break that horrible | few illusions about love and men and |stiliness, finally ended it myself} marriage will be saved from inevit- with: able heartbreak; such had been my “Tomorrow's Sunday. The shops | mother's theory, are closed, Barnick's is shut Satur-| When I married Jack he had un- day afternoon. 1 can’t do anything | derstood my ideas, had shared ‘intil Monday, But we can both | them. think it over,” Nevertheless, wise as we thought I was too tired to ery. I wished | we wer, we had arrived at a com- I were too weary to think, But my | plete misunderstanding, mind kept rebelling against the wis-| And I didn't see any way out of dom of my husband, kept me ob-|{t—except my way. atinate, while my heart ached to (fo Boe Continued) comfort Jack and my arms ached! (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stax) .j against you! “Peggins!* That one word was about all Jack could manage to mutter, . “I got you into this, Now I'm golhg to get you out. I'm going to |pay the bills, I'm going to give you |back the thousand you had saved before we were married—" “Stop, Peggins! Stopt Jack came toward me, would have ended | my raving with a kiss, but I pushed | in a wife” “Pegsins?!’ T hi strance, but I rushed on unmindful | of the agony in bis voice,