The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 27, 1922, Page 13

& {Continued from Yesterday) And the mon shouted and screamed @ha beat at one another tn their fremay of happiness, in spite of the fact that the track had been torn SWay from behind them as tho it ever had existed, and that they now Were out off entirely from the rest @f the world, Only one snow shed Femiained, with but a feeble bulwark Gritts before it, Already lights Sleaming down the back-stretch, ° Were putting upward, bear fie ties and rails and ballast and Sbutment materials, on toward the ted, with men ready to repair as soon it wae done. ‘There were cries alto from there be- Ww, the shouts of men who were glad @ven as thé crews of the engines and Plows were glad, and the engineers @nd firemen jeaned from their cabs ‘to answer. _ Stil the whistles screamed; the night they screamed, after drift yielded, as the elght- Poot bite of the first giant auger @hawed and tore at the packed con. ite of the last shed atop Crestline: then roared and sang, while the hills gent back their outbursts with echoes rolled, one into another, until at the whole world was one terrific uring of explosive sounds and Shrill, shrieking binsts, as tho the Mountains were pdellowing their , thelr remonstrance at defeat. feet, then eight feet more: steadily eight feet onward. Nor did men curse at the sulphur fumes, ral! at the steel blue fee. It was final fight; on the downgrade lesser drifts, puny in compari- to what they had gone thru, easily defeated obstacies to giant machinery, which would then with gravity Instead of it Bight feet more—elght ler that; they marked It off on windows of the enging cabs with fingers and counted the hours micoess. Night faded. Dawn and then—the sun! Clear and the promise of spring melting snows. The same as over, men who laughed, even snored, laughed with the knowledge of success, bunk care which sheltered onward, up to the peak, ed down the range. Night @gain—and Houston once more tn engine cab, But this time, the glare of the fire-box did not show eytyete he tae ;| had come forward, savage, 2 Z et tf: au i; the 4 | t F $ i i of the cars. Tab- tm the distance; while and women waded thru the Soggy snows to be the first to reach in. Happiness gleamed on the tures of the inhabitants of a be land shut away from the for weeks, men end women \w no shame in the tears which ed down thtir cheeks, and who sought not to hide them. Eng. erly Barry searched the thronging crowd, at last to catch sight of a gigantic figure, his wolf-dog besid him. He leaped from the car even Defore it had ceased to move. “Ba'tiste!’ he called. “Ba'tiste?* Great arms opened wide. A sob came from the throat of a giant. “Mon Baree! Mon Baree!” It was all he could say for a moment, AF ti ADV SewuAes OF ET’ Nick had been watching Hungry Hawk circling around in ~ the air. Nancy and Nick and Dr. Snuf-} were watching to see what Sia | iparrow would do, now that she had | & bright red head and wings of black | and white stripes lke Will Wood | pecker’s. | Sis had said she was tired of being brown, so the fairy doctor had kindly consented to use magic and a little wild strawberry juice to fix her up. ‘The first thing she did was to cut} her old friends, | The second was to forsake her | hhome under the granary roof where her relatives lived. | ‘The next thing was to be extra -| — ede Horlic! ORIGINAL Malted Milk O COOKING “Food- Drink” for All Ages. Ruick Lunch at Home, Office, and Avoid Imitatiors a Substitatc, | horses. “We must go to the cabin, Then, “Mon Bares, he have come back to Ba'teese, Ah, Golemar! Mon Bares, he have come back, he have come back!" “We've won, Ba'tinte! The line's open—~they'll be running trains thru before night. And if she keeps her promise" “Bhet’ Ba'tiste stared down at him. They had drawn away from the reat of the excited, noisy throng. “Bhe? You mean" “Agnes. You've been taking care of her, haven't you? I found her- she promised that she would tell the truth for me when T got back, that she would explain the irase and con. tract and tell Medaine that it was alla lin, She-" But Ba'tiste Renaud hea shook his >, Bares, T have jus’ have close her ¢: CHAPTER XXIV Houston saw Medaine Rob- tn pass th tho distance, and his eyes followed by untul had rounded the curve by the dead as pens—the eyes of lost hope, For tt was upon life that he had planned and dreamed: that the woman of the lonely cabin would stand by her promise made in a time of stress and right at least some of the wrongs which bad been his burden. But now— “She—she didn’t tell you anything before she went?” Batiste shook his head. “She would not speak to me. Nothing would she tell me. At first I go alone—then yesterday, when the snow, he pack, I take Golemar. Then she te unconscious. All day and night I stay beside the bed, but she do not open her eye. Then, with the mornti she sigh, and = peuff! She ts gone. “Without @ word.” It epelled Dlackness for Houston where there had been light. “I—I—suppose. you've taken charge of everything.” “Oul! But I have look at nothing —if that fe what you mean.” “No— 1 just had something here that you ought tc have,” Houston fumbled In his pockets. “She would want It around her neck, I feel sure, when she te——." But the sudden glare in Ba’tiste’s eyes stopped him aa he brought forth the crucifix and its tangled chain. The giant's hands rained His big lps twisted. A lunge and he almost Met ts the too late. come-—from there, I Dead! Deast-Nke, “You! He bellowed. “Where you get that? Hear me, where you get that?” “From her, She—" “Then come! Come—quick with me!” He almost dragged the youns or man away, hurrying iim toward the sled and ita broad-backed old oul—yes! Hurry—" Hovston saw that he was termbiing. “Eet is the thing I look forthe thing I look fort” “Ra'tistet What do you meant” “My Julfenne,” came hoarsely. “Ket tg my Julienne's!” Already they were tn the sled, the wolfdog perched between them, and hurrying along the mushy read, / which followed.the lesser raises of snow, taking advantage of every) windbreak and avoiding the greater | Grifta of the highway iteelf. Two! miles ‘they went, the horses urged | to their grentest speed. Then, with | a leap, Ba’tiste cleared the runners and motioned to the man behind| him. | “Come with me! Golemar! You shall stay behind. You shall fall in| the drift" ‘The olf man was talk | ing excitedly, almost childivhty. | “No? Then come—Eet is your own | self that must be careful. Ba'teese, | he cannot watch you. Come!” ' At a run, he went forward, to| thread his way thru the pines, to flounder where the snow had not malted, to go waistdeep at times, sweet to all the aristocratic birds in the neighborhood, Dr. Snuffies sighed. “Pride goeth | before a fall," he said, shaking bis head sadly, ancy was indignant, “Sissy Sparrow was far nicer be. fore,” she declared. “She used to take dust baths in the road and mud | baths in the puddies and chirp| around and be friends with every. body. “Now she sits out where every. body can see her. Stre's afraid o not being seen every single minute.” Nick had been watching Hungry Hawk circling around tn the air, and now he cried suddenly, “On, look?’ Hungry hind seen Sis Sparrow's red head and made a swoop down- ward, But Sis escaped his sharp beak! She was #0 frightened she fell right off the fence when he dived at her and it saved her, ‘The next day 81s came to Dr. Snut. flew’ house. “Say,” she naid meekly, “will you change me back to brown again? | I'm plumb ashamed of myself, j sides this red head's like a fire-bell. Everyone knows where I am and I'm no safer than a mouse at a cat. | party.” } (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) y 4 THE SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE FORMULA FOR “THIS CACTUS BRANDY FROM'A MBXICAN BULL FIGHTER} mS ONLY BEEN SETTING A YEAR’ AND 1 QUITE FEERLe VeT= WERE, DO ONE oF You BoVS WANT TO STEP — - ATHE "MAJOR UNCORKS "SOMES DADDY, Look AT THIS PICTURE OF NIAGARA rang! SUMMER VACATION~ HOW GEE, THAT MUST 6E A FINE PLACE ‘TO SPEND A VACATION ! DONT KNOW JUST HOW! To SCL WRITE “Af INVITATIONS: FOR MY BIRTHDAY! wHew WHOA BOLIVAR! = COULDN'T % DOWN ! NO “THANKS MAYOR = I'M AS GAME AS “THEY MAKE’Ms BUT A WRESTLER Pur THAT STUFF WORK rT on) BY AHERN SPASM SAUCE AN! I'D TRY TO WEAR TH’ PARLOR RUG FORA WECKTIE= 'KT STUFF WOULD [~\ Take TH’ BEND/| THE OLD HOME TOWN 4 ER NEWT, SHES AREARIN ie CH.0QrP ELE KY-ROCKET SOUP =—=—- WHERE TO SPEND YouR. A Tt LoS So NO WHERE To Go! ATLANTIC CITY ~ | WONDER WHO DRAGGED ALL THESE HOME? MENTION "THE BIZTHDAY, FRECKLES MUCH UKE ASKING FORA Pa Phase come/, but still to rush onward at a epeed which taxed even Houston's younger strength to keep him in sight. The wolf-dog buried itself In the snow, Houston pulling it forth time after time, and lugging it at long inter vals, Then at last came the little clearing—and the cabin. Ba’tiste already was within. Houston avoided the figure on the bed as he entered and dropped be side the older man, already dragging forth the drawers of the bureau and pawing excitedly among the trinkets there, He gasped and pulled forth a string of beads, holding them with trembling hands to the light, and veering from his jumbled English to} a stream of French. Then a watch, a ring, and a locket with a curly strand of baby hair, The giant sobbed, “My Plerre—eet was my Pierre!” “What's that? Houston had raised suddenly, was staring in the direction of an old commode tn the corner.. At the door the wolf-dog sniffed and snarled, Ba'tiste, bend. ing among the lost trinkets that once had been his wife's, did not hear. Houston grasped hin he shoulder and shook him excitedly “Ba'tiste! Ba'tiste! There's some one hiding—over there in the corner I heard sounds—look at Golemar!”* “Hiding? No. There ix no one here—no one but isto and his memories, No one—"* “I tell you I heard some one. commode moved. I know!" He rone, only to suddenty veer and flatten himself against the wall. The yellow blaze of aimless revolver fire had spurted from the corner; then the plunging form of a gnaried, gangling, limping man, who rushed past Mouston to the door, swerved there, and once more raised the re volver. But he did not fire. A furry, snarling thing had leaped at him, knocking the revolver from his band tn its plunging aacent ‘Then a cry—a gurgling growl. Teeth had clenched at the throat of the man; together they rolled thru the The j door to the snow without, Golemar, | hia hold broken by the fall, striving again for the death clutch, the man | screaming tn sudden frantic fear, } “Take him off!’ The voice of the |thin-visaged Fred Thayer was shrill now, ‘Take him off—I'll tell you about {t—~she did tt—she did it! Take him off!" “Golemar™ Ba'tiste had appeared jin the doorway. Below the dog | whirled in obedience to his command and edged back, teeth still bared eyes vigtinnt, waiting for the first |movement of the man on the | ground. Houston went forward and stood peering down at the frightened, huddled form of Thayer, wiping the | blood from the fang wourd in his nepk. i “You'll tell about what?” came with sudden tncisiveness | The man stared, suddenly aware that he had spoken of a thing that had been mentioned by neither Ba’: tiste nor Houston, His lps worked crookedly. He tried to smile, but {t| ended only in a misshapen snarl. | “I thought you fellows were look- | ling for someth: 1—I—wanted to | get the dog off | “We were. We've found ft. Ba’-) tiste,”” and Houston forced back the} tigerish form of the big French-Ca-| nadian. “You walk in front of us. |I'm—I'm afraid to trust you right |now. And don’t turn back. Do you| promine The ble hands worked convulstve jly. The eyes took on a newer, flercer | glare, “He Is the man, eh? His con jactence, eot speak when there ts no Jone to ask the question, He—" “Go on, Ba'tiste, Please.” Hous |ton’s voice was that of a pleading | json. Once more the big muscles | knotted, the arms churned; the giant’s teeth showed between furled | lips in a sudden beast-like expression. “Ba'tlste! Do you want to add mur. der to murder? This is out of our hands now; it’s a matter of law Now, go ahend—for me." (Conti Tomorrow) OUR FIR “ By a LXXUI—HOW EMPTY LI WITHOU' I knew nothing was left for me in any life apart from Jack. That was the chief penalty for getting married. Had I never lived with Jack I'd have had a thousand Interests in life, all humanity for my friends, all the world to wander in But just by having been married ST YEAR Bride FE WOULD BE FOR ME T JACK! less than a year I had Iimited my happiness in some ancient elemental way to whatever made Jack happy, and my home to the place where he found his rest. I couldn't grasp the meaning of this change. After I had xo narrowed my hort zon it was cruel that fate should | make mo choose between my own ar *& REREAD So STORM ‘YOM, THERE 13 A WONDERFUL MOVIE UP To THE CORNER THEATER - IT SHOWS SOME FINE PICTURES OF SEA BATHING! yj Seattle I+ One Cleland _£ KING Page 739 AN thru the Beautiful forest roads about Enumclaw, Kent, Olympia, Seattle and Tacoma there had hung @ smoke veil for many days. All the way up the sound from | Tacoma to Seattle, Seattle to) Everett, Everett to Port Town- send the blue vell shut out the view of the mountains and often | made the shore Itself seem far away and strange You see David and Peggy were having a wonderful trip to all the beauty spots of the state, and be- | ing ploneer hunters, they gather. ed stories all the way. And be- causo when they reached Lake Crescent far up in the Clallum county they found the vell light and clear and bracing, we are go-| ing to begin with a Lake Crescent story. It happened like this: Mr. Elmer Fisher (who, by the way, was the very first druggist in Port Angeles) took them out to the lake in his car, and mother. dear sald she never saw anything s0 deeply green as the forest, nor so absolut blue as the lake, ‘They passed Lake Sutherland and were just rounding a turn on the new road around the base of the ‘mountain when a soldier. looking man stepped out and help up his hand, en eeeeeeesssesssssatiaiiialliel ed | kiss him, will and my husband's, 1 counted the troubles he and 1 had, normal first year moods and silences, How petty I had been in| each ense! | Never again would I be petty, if! our home survived our present quar- | rel. Jack and T were beautifully polite and considerate of each other over Sunday, We talked of Mary Smith's new baby and of Mrs, Herrod's new car. And all the time we wanted to discuss our personal affairs. At last the humor of th “Have to stop your ear, str,” he wald, “we're going to blast just ahead.” And almost as he spoke the sound of the blast shook the road and echoed and echoed across the lake like the nolse of deep, rolling thunder, Little stones slipped and clutter. ed down the cliff, and rattled against the car, and it was alte. gether rather a terrifying moment for everybody, But, of course, it was all right and It made Mr. Fisher think of once long ago when he and a friend had come to Lake Crescent to fish. No roads had been built at that time and no inns and camps and taverns were about the lake shore. They were alone—just they two on the blue Inke, shut in by the mountains, It was a close, hot day and the alr seemed charged with some strange element, Presently they knew what tt was, for a mighty rol! and rumble of thunder startled them In the Great stillness of the place, And the lake trembled and rip. Pled into little white caps, and the tall trees whsipered in thetr high tops while their straight trunks swayed and made moaning sonnd as they rubbed against each other, ‘0 “oe (To Be Continued) seemed to grip Jack. denty: “Lady wife! We remind me of the Chinese advice for making marriage successful. That a husband and wife should be as guests in a house." To which T made a practical re. ply: “The best thing we can do ts to get out of our house, I want to hike till I'm weary!" I didn’t want to at all. 1 wanted to stay at home and hear my hus. He sald sud. PAGE 13" BY STANLEY °' MARSHAL OTEY WALKER, WHO HAS HAD His ON A SUSPICIOUS STRANGER STOPPING AT THE CENTRAL HOTEL,NOW THINKS HE KNOWS me? WHO THE STRANGER MIGHT BE. BY ALLMAN. —— SOMETHING “TELLS ME THAT THERE’S A VACATION CAMPAIGN; ON «IN “THIS HOUsE! 4, wee Nou Twine we MIGHT PUT AS DCTURE OF A CAKE WITH 4 Re LIN, ard SUS nm Yours truly, X NeveR FOO WITH RPECPLS WHO DON'T KNO THe VALUS OF TIMG ‘ a LOOK AT THAT NAMG tia “EaRLr Reecy”! NO HOW SOON J WROTE AN ANSWER IT WOULD DHE TOO OLD Yo MAIL BY THE TING I'D GET THE ADORESS WRITTEN OU to run my fingers thru his! hair, to forget Barnick’s money. 1 | thought I would scream if I stayed in our suite—close to Jack without touching him, I was tired of swaggering about independence. dependent, and I told myself that I} wife should lve like guests in a didn’t want to achieve independence. But what if it were thrust upon T hadn't bees born in- ‘What !f Jack meant what he had sald? What if we were parted for. ever by my acceptance of the money for the pearls? band make love to me, I wanted to ‘The things one doesn’t want to! (Copy:ight, 1923, ALY uw happen are always the things that do. The one particular person IT least cared to see that day was Mrs. Herrod. So, of course, she turned up in her car to take us into the country for a few hours, “The Chipese say a husband and |Rouse, Then they won't quarrel. Jack and I are playing the game today,” I explained. I had to account somehow for the formality she would surely detect be tween Jack and me. (To Be Continued) by Seattle Stary |