The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 28, 1922, Page 13

(Continued from Yesterday) With an effort the Canadian the wolt-dog trotting beatde him, Houston following, one hand locked about the buckle of the thin ner man’s belt, the other half sup porting him as he limped and reeled ‘thru the snow “It's my bip—" The man's mind gone to trivial things. aprained it—abdout ten days ago. I've been living over here with her up UN the storm. Then I had to be at camp. “That was your child, then?” Frea Thayer was silent, Barry Houston repeated the question com. Mandingly, There could be no sec Yeey now; events had gone too far. For a third timo the accusation came and the man beside him turned angrily. “Whose would you think {t was?” Houston did not answer, They stumbied on thru the snow-drifted ‘woods, finally to reach the open pace leading to the sleigh. Thayer drew back. “What's the use of taking me Into town?" he begged. “She's dead and gone; you can’t harm her now." “We're not inquiring about her.” “But she's the one that did it. She tela me—when she first got sick. ‘Those are her things in there. They’re— “Have I asked you about any- thing?’ Houston bit the words at Again the man was ailent. pointed to the,seat. “Tm there,” he ordered. “Ra'teese wit walk. Ba'teese afraid—too And then, in silence, the trip ystander. “Ia the "phone working—-to Mont- ‘oh. Think It ts. Got It opened ‘yp, yeaterday.” “Then cajl up over there and tel! we want him. It has to t & bys iy i i | : : i | fh And because dead—because she have suffer would lay to her door Where then —if she my Julienne? Where is the gun with which she shot her? Ah, you cringe! For why you do that—for why you do not look at Ba'teese when he talk about his Julienne! Eh? Is cet that you are Afraid? Is eet that your teeth are ‘on your tongue, to kep eet from the truth? Oui! You are the man—you are the man!” “I don’t know anything about tt. She told me she dis it—thet those ‘Were Mrs. Renaud’s things.” “Oh! Then yon have nev’ see that fing, which my Julienne, she wore see, in ali the time that you to Ba'teese house, the string ‘@f bead about her neck. Oui! Het ts the Ite, you tell. You have see them eet is the lie!” And thus the battle progressed, the old man storming, the frowning, of thar presence tn the lonely cabin, when he had known them, every one, |trom having (seen them time after | |time in the home of Renaud. The Jafternoon grew old. Tho sheriff ar. | | rived-—and still the contest went on. | Then, with a sudden shifting of the | head, a sudden break of reserve, | Thayer leaned forward and rubbed his gnarled hands, one against the | other. | “AN right! he snapped. “Have it your way, No use in trying to lay | it on the woman—you could prove | an alibi for her, You're right. 1/ killed them both.” | “Both?” They stared at him. | Thayer nodded, still looking at the floor, his tongue licking suddenly dry ipa, “Yeh, both of ‘em. One brought on the other, Mrs. Renaud and John | Corbin—they called him Tom Lang: don back East.” CHAPTER XXV It was staggering In ite unexpect edness, A gasp came from the lips ot Barry Houston, He felt bimaeit | reeling—only to suddenly straighten, as tho & crushing weight had been | lifted from his shoulders, He whirled excitedly and grasped the nearest onlooker, “Go get Medaine Robinette. Murry! Tell her that it ts of the utmost tm- portance—that I hdve found the proof. She'll understand.” Then, struggling to reassure him- elf, he turned again to the prisoner, Two hours later, in tho last glint of | day, the deor opened, and a wontan | came to his aide, where he was fin. ishing the last of many closely writ ten sheets of paper. He looked up at her, boyishly, happily. Without waiting for permission, he grasped her hand, and then, as tho eager for her to hear, he turned to | the worn-faced man, now slumped dejectedly in his chair. “You understand, Thayer, that this ‘a your written confession?” The man nodded. “Given In the presence of the sheriff, of Ba'tiste Renaud, of my-| self and the various citizens of Tab- ernacte that you see here?” “Yes.” “Of your own free will, without threats or violence?” “I guens #0.” “And you are willing to sign itt ‘The man hesitated. Then: “I'd Uke to know what I waa “Certainly. 1 tntend to read it to you-—#o that all witnesses may hear it. It ts then to be filed with the district attorney, You can signify A pause. At last: “My name is Fred Thayer. I am forty-four years of age. Prior to about a year ago, I was employed by the Empire Lake Mill and Lum. ber company as superintendent. I had ccoupied thia position for some 15 or 20 years, beginning with tt when it wae first started by Mr. Houston of Boston.” Is that right?” A nod from the accused. Houston went on: "I figured from the first that I | was going to be taken in partnership | with Mr. Houston, altho nothing ever | Was said about it. I just took it for/ granted. However, as years passed | and nothing was done about tt, I be: gan to force matters, by letting the! } mill run down, knowing that Mr. | Houston was getting old, and that! he might be willing to sell out to} me if things got bad enough. At that time, I didn’t know where 1| waa going to get the money, br hoped that Mr. Houston would let | me have the mill and acreage on some sort of a payment basis. I! went back to see him about ft a | couple of times, but he wouldn't lis. Neg to me. He said that he wanted | to either close the thing out for cash or keep on running ft in the hope of making something oft.’ That's all| right, ian’t it, Thayer?” | "Yon," “1 tried two or three times to get him to sell out to me, but we couldn't get together on the terms. He al- }ways wanted cash, and I couldn't | furnish it—altho I pretended that 1| ¢ STE ANNTHING OF WHIGKBROOM” Ver 2 I Gor TH! TIP HE'D - CLEAN UP “Top~AY AND I LAID A BET ON THAT WAN BURNER “To wi = HM! JOCKEY OUGHT TO GET OFF AN’ RUN IN WIMGELF t “OUR BOARDING HOUSE FAREWELL FIVE BUCKG« AW, I GEE MY PLUG = SOMEBODY SET A COUPLE OF MILK BOTTLES ON TH’ FENCE-RAIL AN’ He STOPPED ALONGSIDE 'EM = “THAT HOOFER USED ‘To WORK A DAIRY ROUTE! BY AHERN Heck! wuar Do | THEY WANT TO PLAY MUSIC DURING A RACE FoR 2? «THERE'S MY HORSE RUNNING WW & CIRCLE « HE THINKS He's ON A MERRY- GO~ ROUND! BYS TANLEY MARSHAL OTBY WALKER ‘TRIED To GET ANOTHI Loo! AT THE SUSPICIOUS STRANGER « Kay if GEE, | BET IT WL BE HOT UP IN THIS OLD FLAT ‘TONIGHT ! . TM HUNGRY Too~ | SUPPOSE ILL MELT UP THERE WHAT'S "TH! HAVEN’T YOU GOT DINNER STARTED YET? E MATTER? BuT HE PULLED DOWN THE SHADE poris, {ve ‘To HAND IT could set his hand to for a ving. 1 hed known him «ince boyhood and gave him a job under his assumed name, He pretended that he was very close to Mr. Houston, and I thought maybe he could help me get the plant, But hiy word was not worth as much as mine.’ Have T sullen captive in the chair replying | had the money all right, but that I| taken that down correctly, Thayer?” im monosyliabies, or refusing to @nswer ast all. An hour passed, while Tabernacle crowded tha little fobby and overflowed to the street. One by one Ba'tiste brought forth the trinkets and laid them before the thinfaced man. He forced them simply did not want to tle tt all up| jat once. About this time—I think it! was three or four years ago; I'm not| | exactly clear on the dates—a nephew | | of his named Thomas Langdon came | jout here, under the name of John| | Corbin. He had been a biack sheep “Yes. Except about Langdon. told me when he came here that hin uncle had sent him out to straighten him up. But I don’t guess it makes much difference.” Houston, nevertheless, made the| changes, glancing up once to assure into his hands. He demanded thatland was now wandering about the | himself that Medaine atill was there. he explain why he had said nothing FIND One day Mr. Tingaling, the fairy- man landlord, went to call on Snuffles, the fairyman doctor. Nancy and Nick had helped Mr. Tingaling to collect rents and Mr. Tingaling, knowing the Twins were helping Dr. @nuffies, decided to go and see all three of them. 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OUT | out of his pocket and tapped tt. } “I've come on a little business,” anid he. | “Ian't my rent paid?” asked Dr. Snuffles anxiously. “I thought I| sent you a check.” “Oh, yeu, yea! Mr. Tingaling. matter, find ut health.” | “Chirk Chipmunk! Why, what's wrong with him?’ asked Nancy in surprise. “I saw him this very morn- jing running @ race with Scramble | Squirrel, and Chirk won.” “'M, him! So that's {t, jnodded Tingaling wisely. “I thought | the rascal was fooling me and now | I know it “He said that his house of stones | was so damp he was sick all the! jtime with rheumatiem and pneu. | monia and he couldn't pay me any; more rent until either the house was dryer or he was spryer. | “I just thought I'd ask. ‘That Chirk ts @ cute one and you've got | to get up early in the morning to} get ahead of him “What do you s’pone | doctor? } Yes, indeed! said} “It's about another | In. plain words, I came to} about Chirk Chipmunk’'s| is $7" 1 The Fairy Queen je to collect her rents and I'll have to get It some way.” | “I tell you what I'll do,” said Dr. | Snuffien. “I'll go to see Chirk at! Jonee, then I can let you know if! | Chirk is really and truly sick.” | (To Be Continued) | (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) can do, | Yellow was the favorite color for wedding gowns in ancient Rome, expecta | * | LXXIV—MRS. HERROD TAKES HAND IN thru a millstone. She had not left his side. He went fon with the reading: “By this time ,the mill had gotten to be @ sort of mania with me, and I almost had myself believing, that Houston had promised me more than he had given me, Then, a woman came out here, an Agnes Jierdon, a stenographer, on her vacation. I met her and learned that she was from Boston.’” A slight pressure exerted itself on Houston’s arm, He glanced Medaine Robinette’s down to see hand, clasped tight. “‘Bhe spent nearly the whole summer here, and I made love to her. 1 asked her to marry me, and she told me that she would. She was really very much in love with me. I didn't care about her—I was working for a purpose, wanted to use her—to get her ifn Houston's office, I wanted to find out what was going on, so that I would know in advance, and #o that I could prepare for tt by having breakage at the mill, to stop con tracts and run things farther down than ever, so the old man would get ingusted and eell out at my terms. I knew there would be a mint of money for me if I could get hold of that mill, At the end of her vaca- tion, she went back to Boston and got a job with Houston, as an office clerk. Almost the first thing that she wrote me was that the old man was thinking about selling out to some concern back Eaat.’” Houston looked toward the accused He} 1 j man for his confirmation, then con-| | tinued. | | “ ‘While she had been out here, 1) | had told her that Houston had prom | lined to take me into partnership and | |that he had gone back on his word. | I put ft up to her pretty strong) }about how I had been tricked into/ | working for him for years, and she wan sympathetic with me, of course much as she was in love with | me. Naturally, when she heard this. |khe wrote me right away. It made me desperate. Then I thought of} Renaud.’ * : “Ah!” ‘The word wan accompanied | by a sharp intake of breath aw the big French-Canadian moved cloner! to hear again the story of a murder. | | But the sheriff motioned him back, | |The emotions of the old trapper were | not to be trusted. Tho recital went | on “Everybody around this country | had always talked about how rich he | was. There was @ saying that ho| didn't believe in banks and that he} kept more than a hundred thousand | dollars in his little cabin. At thie/ time, both he and his son were away and I thought T could steal | place it In other hands, | this mor i and then work things #o that if I did get hold of the mill, people around | here would merely think FT had bor. | towed the money and bought the mill with It: By this time, a cousin of | | Miss Jierdon’s, a fellow named Jen- kins, had gotten a job with Houston | and was working with her, and of| course, I was hearing everything | that went on. It looked like the}; deal was going thru, and it forced | me to action. One night I watched | Mrs. Renaud and saw her leave the) |house. I thought she was going to| Instead, after I'd gotten into | | town, |the cabin, she came back, surprised | |mo, There wasn't anything else to | | do, 1 killed her, with a revolver.’ ” | “Diable Easy, Ba'tiste,. That's the way] ave it to me, isn't it, Thayer?” | I shot twice at her, The} first bullet missed.” | Concluded Tomorrow | | you By a OUR T. Mrs. Before 1 realized what was happening, she had us at} the country club, had sent Jack off| per of our engagement to the links and was talking with me | under a rose-covered pergola Prevently 1 perceived she was Bride ——--——~~—* | SETTLING | ANGLE | loved me ever since Jack had told} Her own son had died in his first | year at college. Jack had filled a} little corner in her heart and she! ‘a OF r Page ‘The kiddies shivered when Mr. Fisher got as far as the moaning of the trees in his story, “And was it a storm, a real/ storm, like on the ocean?’ David} asked. Mr. Fisher chuckled tn his jolly way as he replied, “It cer- tainly was a storm. Maybe !t wasn't the sea variety, but It was & regular old-tashioned, ear-split- ting thunder storm, Same kind they have in the Middle West, “We weren't used to ‘em out | here and I téll you, when the first | big clap of thunder had rolled back and forth from peak to peak | a few times, this lake began to! feel like « pretty big and lonesome and we felt tolerably | mall. | “And the sound of the first one was hardly gone till the next one | rolled nearer and lower than the | first. | “Then «a aigzag streak of | lightning leaped out of the black | sky and struck the top of old| place, eS eeesentaitetetadetel LL | | had liked to pretend I was her own awfully tired, OUR FIRST YEAR } little daughter-in-law. But soon she saw I never would be willing to pre. tend that, girls, not to be “daughtered,” and not to be “mothered.” And it had grieved her. She Herrod must be able to wee)talking to me quite sentimentally| hadn't any young relatives, never/|the hard fact that he had jus' { rl h | ie hac t lost! sexes, They study biology, but} “Fro land 1 wasn’t resenting it. She had|could have a grandchild, and adored | his Job. hover am. sibel” Gear Ad Preto Pics hy Piaege ss k pa fiked me—more than that, she had | bable Mrs, Herrod lstened attentively, | 4 , Now baby ta a small word, but it |may be trusted to make friends of|a smile. any two women who use it, The| understand the first thing about the| “Happiness, my dear, is a by-| ful position, my dear,* feeling that little word aroused in| emotions of normal man? product of living, Nature cares | (To Be Contniued) me I attribute to my being so “Why, dear girl, your Jack wants nothing for weddings, but she has| (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Stax) abel_C Ors. —— STORM KING {| catch | would go up in a flame. ed me. I was like most modern | who needed mothering, and I con. | fossed to Mrs. Herrod the whole |me. | truth Jack and me, and concluded with | today believe in the equality of the Goattle . » e * 740 Storm King, up there—"* the pointed to the rocky face of the peak)—“and—talk about Fourth. The fire seem- ot-July fireworks! ed to hiss out of the rock like a forked tongue and lap up the fire from the cloud, and crash! you can’t imagine such a sound. “Tinve after tine the lightning struck the rock, and every little while a streak would flash down the trunk of a tree and like a skyrocket and the pitchy tree would with 9 s-s-sinzna! “On! It was some display. But I confess to you that we were not sorry when it was safely over. “And after that day IT never found {t hard to understand the Indians’ fear of the mountain lakes.” “I didn't know they had such fear,” said mother-dear. “Oh, yes," Mr. Fisher told them, ‘the Callum Indians kept to the salt water and held a common superstition about evil© spirits which dwelt in ali mountain lakes,” | | |to be your protector! And you won't! put the need to be woman's pre Jlet him! So he gets independent tector into the hearts of all good himself! And obstinate! That's man’s men. That's what you independent I was Just a weak little girl | psychology!" girls fail to realize." And then she went on to advise} “Let's say—-what we will not cater | to,” I suggested. “Young wives and young husbands | “Not even if it 1s a man’s inspira. tion, Peggy?” My swagger of Indifference desert. about the tension between | manages love for her own ends, and jnot at all for the happiness of the | individual man or woman wanted to be a pedestal.” “Nevertheless, Jack put you en. one, And it's a wife's most delights! “You modern girls!" she said with “Pegry! Don't you girls