The Seattle Star Newspaper, July 29, 1922, Page 9

3 & | (Continued from Yesterday) 5S @ in the door of the tiny lobby and closed, and a form edged Blackburn, summoned from i. Thayer glanced at him, lowered his cyes,. Houston the additional notation on the on and went back to hi be: “When I found the deed box, ‘ was only ten thousand doitare B it instead of the fortune that I supposed was there, I was about p take it out and stuff it Into my S when I heard « noise outside window. Thinking It was Re: wolf-dog, and that he might to me and demanded it IT had stolen. He geen me at the deed killed the woman, made the noise outside I put him off—denying % wasn't any use, At hreatened that he would go Montview, and for came to me, telling last chace that didn't let him layed him for nm to beg small money from me, promis. if I gave them to is kept up for two the amounts getting time. At last, 1 f any longer. He me again—and then, sud day disappeared. I hur: view, thinking course there, hoping to . But no one ‘Then I went to Taber. Ned to me and gotten me to work for him for years at starvation Wages, 0. prom that It would be mine fome time, and that he had neither taken me in partnership, nor left tt to me in the will, Shoe got her cousin to help her in the trans fer of the papers: tt was a lease and stumpage cqntract. Ho affixed a no- tary seal to it. The thing was tl legitimate, of course. Shortly after that, young Houston came out here again, and I got her to come too. I Wanted to see what he was up to. He fired me, and while he was in Den ver, and Renaud away from the mill, T got Mies Jierdon and took her for kept watch for the cook who was asleep. But she didn't wake up, On the way ba Miss Jierdon saw that the mill was burning, and I directed her suspicton toward Renaud. accused him, and it brought about a Mitte quarrel between Mise Jierdon and young Houston. I had forced her, by devious ways, to pretend that she was in love with him-~keep- ing that perjury thing hanging over her all the time and constantly harp. ing on how, even tho he was a nice young fellow, he was robbing us beth of something that waa rightfully ours, All this time, I had dodged marrying her, promising that I would do it when the mill was mine, | In the meantime, with the lense and Jeontract tn my hands, I had hooked up with this man bere, Blackburn, and he had started a mill for me. I Guess Miss Jierdon had gotten to thinking a little of Houston, after all, because when I forced her to the final thing of telling some lies about him to a young woman, she did it, but went away mad at me and threatening never to se me again But a# little while in‘er, she came back. Our relations, while she had been at the Houston camp, hadn't Deen exactly what they should have deen. Miss Jierdon ts dead—ehe had stayed in a little babin In the woods. T had lived with her there. About @ baby died, while I mp with a sprained mt there to find her Gead, and while I was there, Renaud and young Houston caught me. This is all I know. I make this state. ment of my own free will, without coercion, and I swear it to be the truth, the whole truth, and nothing | but the truth, so help me God.’ " The little lobby milled and buazed, drowning the scratching of the pen as a trembling man signed the con. feasion, page by page. Then came the clink of handcuffs. A moment later two figures had departed in the dusk—the sheriff and Fred Thayer, bound for the jail at Montview, “| Houston straightened, to find a 5% is age82 By “Then I thought of a way what I wanted from Miss Jier- eral months after. just before the trial. I argued sure young Houston ited the murder, and woman could testify to it Langdon had that mal- Houston, and make that make good on his ; I did ft pretty skilfully she Mstened to me, largely, I because she was in love with Anyway, it ended with her tes. at the trial in a sort of nega way. I didn't care about that— Was something else I wanted. after the old man had died, I it, I wanted her to switch some on young Mr. Houston for @. and she bucked against It. Then id her that she had done worre that she had perjured herself, that unles@ she stayed by me. could be sent to the penitentiary course, I didn’t tell her in thone words—I did it more in the of making a criminal out of her ly, so that the thing she was to do wouldn't seem as bad to I wasn't foolish enough to her. Besides, I told her that mill showid have been right- mine, that the old man had Chirk himself opened the door was. Dr. Snuffles, Nancy and Nick Knocked at Chirk Chipmunk’s door in the store-pile. Uhirk hadn't pald his rent to Mr. Tingaling, the fairy jandlord, and | what was the matter. Chirk himself opened the door Without suspecting who it was. “How do you do, Mr. Chipmunk,” #4 Dr. Snuffies politely. ‘I believe You know my young friends here. Chirk looked stispicious. “Bless my soul yes,” he replted. | Aren't you the ones who came with | {r. Tingaling to get my rent?” he added sharply. : “It's about the rent now, too, | Chirk,” said Dr, Bnuffies. “Mr.} ‘Dingaling tells we you're s0 rhew) short, bulky form before him, Henry Blackburn. “Well?” questioned that person. “T guess it's up to me. I-—I haven't got Blackburn drew a nervous, sweating hand across his brow, “I ain't above dealing with crooks, Ill admit that. I've done a few things In my life that haven't been any too straight, or any too noble, and when Thayer came to me with this contract and leane, I didn’t ask any questions. My lawyer said {t was O. K. That was enough for me. But somehow or other, I kind of draw the line at mur- der. I'm in your hands, Houston. I've got a mill up there that I've put a lot of money In. jthe powder to biow it up now—to me, anyway. But with you, it's dif. ferent. If you want to make me a fate offer, eny the word, and I'll go more than half way. What say?” “Is tomorrow time enough?” “Tomorrow—or the next day—or the next week. Suita me. I'm in your hands.” Then he went on, leaving only | three figures in the lobby—the bent, silent form of Ba'tiste Renaud, grave, but rewarded at last in bis fithful search; the radiant-eyed Houston, free with a freedom that he hardly believed could exist; and a girl who walked to the window and stood looking out a moment before she turned to him. Then impetu ously she faced him, her eyes search. ing his, her hands tight clasped, her | whole being one of supplication. | “I'm sorry.” she begged. “Can you —will you forgive me?” Boyishly Barry Houston reached forward and drew away a strand of hair that had strayed from place, spirit of venture in bis manner, | buoyant tone in his votce. ‘Say it again. I ike it! “But I am—don’t you believe me “Of course. But then—I—I— without suspecting who it matic you can't get enough money to pay it.” Now Chirk had been sitting up as straight as a poker on hia hind legs, waving his tail saucily, but at Dr. and put on a miserabie look. “Yeu, that's right!” he muffering sort of voice. “I'm very jsick, I can’t do anything at all, #0 how can I pay my rent?” “Not at all—not at all, Snuffles briskly, tapping “and that's why I'm here. I came to eure you.’ May we step inside?” Chirk looked a bit chagrined, but what could he do? "¥en, indeed, come right In,” he said sourly, leading the way. (To Be Continned) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) id ina sald Dr. his bag. & walk, while one of the other men/ Bhe | THE SEATTLE STAR OUR BOARDING HOUSE JUST THINK, BUSTER WORKED NIGHTS FoR A YEAR ON “TH! Q-T. TO PERFECT “THIS WIRELESS ~ ISN'T He TH’ Wiz 2 © W’ Soto You HEAR Now SINGER BUILDING W N'YORK | 1S3USTER'S HOME TOM, 'VE GOT A SURPRISE OH, DORIS, FoR You DORIS HAS A. NEW STUNT AND | WANT You To COME OUT WITH DEAR OH DEAR © AIN'T NATURE WONDERFUL! WHY, BUSTER ISA GENIUS! BREWED “WIRELESS” HOME WITH ME FOR DINNER It ain't worth | |reled in the aspens; in a little bay, Jan old beaver made his sally of the ae ‘2 ne nnd | Snuffies words he began to droop | , Bnuffies hi promised soa | GEE WITT L © NOW i Then he caught her hands. “Will you go with me while I telegraph?" he asked in sudden earnestness. “T/ want to wire—to the papers back in Boston and tell them that I've been vindicated. Will you~?" “I'd be giad to.” Then they went out the door to gether, Houston beaming happily downward, the girl close beside him, her arm in his, And it was then that the features of Ba’tiste Renaud | lost their gravity and sorrow. He/ looked after them, his eyes soft and | contented. Then his big hands part-| ed slowly. His Itps broke into @ smile of radiant happiness. And it was with the same glad light in his eyes that three months later Ba'tiste Renaud stood on the shores of Empire lake, his wolf-dog | beside him, looking out over the rip-| pling sheen of the water. The snow was gone from the hills now; the colors were again radiant, the blues| and purples and greens and seds vying, it sepmed, with one another, in a constantly recurring contest of | beauty. Afar off, logs were sliding in swift succession down the skid- ways, to lone themselves in the wat- ers, then to bob along toward the current that would carry them to the flume, The jays cried and quar. evening, and by angry slaps of his tail warned the rest of the colony that humans were near, Distantly, from down the bubbling stream which led from the lake, there sounded the snarl of giant saws and the hum of machinery, where, in two grent mills, the logs traveled into a manufactured state thru a smooth working process that led from “Jack: er’ to “kicker,” thence to the plat- forme and the shotgun carriages; Into the mad rush of the bank saws, while the rumbling rolls caught the offal to cart It away; then surging on, to the edgera and trimmers and | kilns. Great trucks rumbled along the roadways. Faintly a lovomotive | their casts, now drawing slowly back- | ting tree, the home of more than one | ME To DINNER “TONIGHT - AN “ou CAN 687 whistied, as the switch engine from Tabernacle clanked to the mille for the makeup of tts daily stub-tratn | of lumber cars, But the attention of | Ba‘tiste Renaud was on none of these. Out in @ safe portion of the lake was a boat, and within !t sat two persons, a man and a woman, | their rods flashing they made ward for another whip of the fily,| how bending with the swift leap of « captive trout. And he watched them with the eyes of @ father looking upon children who have fulfilied his every hope, children deeply, greatly beloved. ‘As for the man and the woman, they laughed and glanced at each | other as they cast, or shouted and| shrilled with the excitement of the/ leaping trout as the fly caught fair and the struggle of the rod and reel began, to end with another flopping form in the creel, another delicacy for the table at camp. But at last | the girl leaned back, and her fly trailed disregarded in the water. “Barry,” she avked, “what day's to- morrow?” “Wednesday,” he said, and cast again in the direction of a dead, jut- She pouted. it's Wednesday, three-poun “Of course what else?” “I don't know, Let me see. Twon- tleth, ten’t it?” This time her rod flipped in mock anger. “Barry,” she commanded, day 19 tomorrow?” He looked at her blankly. “1 give it up,” came after deep thought. “What day 1s tomorrow?” She pressed tight her lips, striving bravely for sternness, But in vain. An upward curve made its appear. | ance at the corners, The blue ey twinkled. She laughed, “Foolish!” she chided, “I might have expected you to forget. It's our first monthiversa Tt But “What [OUR FIR “Peggy! your living on the stage. Nor any-| where else,” said Mrs. Herrod, | “Pear! In your secret heart you) want to let Jack have hin way.” | “1 admit I do!” My tears washed the powder from my nose “Then admit it to Jack, me.” “{ won't?’ 1 replied. “T want to but 1 se That's how the modern | not to IRST YEAR LXXV—MRS. HERROD SUGGESTS A SOLUTION You don’t want to earn girl feels about lots of her emotions, Bride Mrs, Herrod “In marriage she wishes to be free | only as a man ts free, I don’t mean! that she wants freedom for the sake| of liberty and license, | “She reasons this way: When you depend upon anyone, when a girl depends entirely upon a man for bread as well as love, she is not freo, ~\ independent,” BY AHERN YSHOULDA HEARD IT LAST NIGHT = We PICKED OFF A MESGAGE FROM A BOAT y “THAT SUNK OFF “TH COAST OF SPAIN WITH & LOAD OF SOAP!» TH’ MEN ALL ‘WASHED \ BROUGHT “Tom | THE OLD HOME TOWN ‘PAGE 9 BY STANLEY | AFTER FOLLOWING THE SUSPICIOUS STRANGER 7 ¢ TWo BLOCKS MARSHAL OTEY WALKER e ‘ WAS HELD OD BYAN OBSTRUCTION ON MAIN ST? ZL) Bargain Week WuTon pam ate =) Vou “ALuing ABouT? “VAY SOMEONS MUST WAS PLANED A JOKE 1 ‘> NO, WONEST= Ah, MONESTETIGY to THE CAMPHOR BOTTLE Once upon a time, in the days when black people were slaves and red people were savages, and white people had yet many hun- dreds of desert miles and moun: | tain passes to cross before they | could reach the end of the sun- sot trail, there lived a little orphan lad in Tennessee, The boy's name was William, ‘William Newby, and as time and chance carried him here and there, he met one Sarah McGary of Kentucky and they loved each other and were early wed. And within a short half year of their marriage day they joined the great caravan of settlers who left Independence, Miss., on the first day of May, 1843. ‘That sounds like @ page out of & school history, doesn’t it? But ft didn’t sound like that as the daughter of that same William | and Sarah told the story to David and Pegsy at the pioneer pienio in Olympia @ short time ago. She is Mra. Martin Bean now, and her home is in Centralia. “Tell you stories?” Mrs, Bean said, “My mother has told mo all about those early experiences of hers till T can fairly live it ail. And maybe Mr, Boatman’s story | was almost the saddest one, but “As long as a girl ts ruled by love she is not fr She's a slave to somebody, married or single. “To stand up, shoulder to shoulder, | to give and take equally, to swap} fair in love, honor for honor, truth for truth—-that ts what the modern girl demands, “That is what Jack and I have been striving for and I thought we| were working successfully, Up to| yesterday, no matter what the strain, I have stuck to my principles, | had expected I could be married and | I guess from the things mother told us that most of them had rather a terrible time of it. “I have two things at my house which I prize almost more than everything else put together; one is a feather bed, the other is a curtously shaped tollet bottle, very heavy and very odd, which tn the long ago had a glass stopper and @ mate, and which used to stand on my mother’s bureau. “When they were getting ready for the long journey, mother said, ‘Well, one thing I'm going to take is my big bottle of camphor. I'll have it filled full and then there will be enough to lend around if anybody else needs it.’ Mrs. Bean laughed as she add. od, “And I've heard people say they came to mother from a hun- dred wagons for a rub of that camphor, Used it for everything, I guess, from snake bite to cut fingers, “But it was about the camphor hottle's last lap of the journey that I started out to tell you. “Father always seemed to be a leader, and sometimes, as in the ease of coming down tho Colum. bia, {t got him into grave danger.” (To Be Continued) | ener Ht Ht Tt Ht esa en eee, “But marriage has worked some charm, a mysterious change? You wish to obey your man, in the an. olent way?" “Honestly, that. IT don't know about girls today chatter a good deal of nonsense about being pals chums before they marry. “But I guess there's something fn nature stronger than civilization. Today I want Jack to love me, I want to be with him even at the wrice of all my fine theories, But ‘that I was crying. lyour family,” and | ‘Then there would be majority rule.|And where has our married life Ap N at Pe Z ONLY CHILDREN HALF PRicE! LZ WE ARE DEMONSTRATING (7 HORS WOW, WS HAVE SOLD Quits A NUMBER IW (3S NGISHBORMHOCOD, AND HERE ARS Some TESTIMONIALS * : PEAR MAN, If You Sxescr to Do A SSoD Business AROUNO HERE a\\ \ CN \\ \e S Xi ‘i \- I'm so terribly proud.” Just then Jack's cap appeared Mrs. Herrod pretended not to se¢/ over the top of a distant bunker. “The poor boy hasn’t had much “Dear Mrs, Herrod, It's easy to} peace the last year,” said I to Me, tell you all this. But impossible to| “He has had happiness and excite. say so to Jack, That would be like/|ment. And whenever ho’s been But I am convinced Jack Ukes | doin c ! y My has tried bstt. s g all the compromising myself.” | worried his \ | me best when I'm helpless. Boys and | : Reis ‘ vst “There ought to be three votes in| tute more happiness and more ex- said Mrs. Herrod.|citement for the peace he needed, As long as a family consists of two | come out?” then one of the partners must be! I answered my own question in e senior and the other juntor—they | single word: must agree which shall possess the} Stalemate!" deciding vote or there is no real (fo Be Continued) peace,” (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) t