The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 31, 1922, Page 11

\w \w t | Sdwin Balmor 5 Lave Rowen an Company — CHAPTER I ! Adout the clear, deep waters of BR Rock and the shore; artisans of a dozen trades lived upon the barges | Superior, and bounding the) while they erected a large, hand.) hern sands of Michigan, Hes a] some house, chimneyed, wide of | | of forest and of helehts,| root, graceful and pleasing, 4, wild alluring—tieh tn oop. | © of the mi and tron as are few other re-| peared. ead, the | Dag! of the world, Kingdoms,| pleted house was | won wide influence, have) locked and barred, windows woundly | far meaner materials of] shuttered. A white farmer, who } ; empire has warred with em-| lived a mile or ro away upon the ; for stakes half as great. opposite mainiand, was entrusted Hg fe fact, Franco and her Indian! with the keys and waa paid to in. long ago garrisoned forest) spect the premises periodically, Yea; | it was @n ordinary enough he reported. But, after a few mapections alone, 1) But later the strength of the! he always took some one with him, ted States confined the strug-| Speculation and wonder in the for possession to personal and) neighborhood soon took weird and fe@ividual combat of man against) fantastic forms, Poor, pious people ceased to approach At first, old Lucas Cullen laughed | ut as time went on, to affect him, The thing obsessed him. He was an old man now, over 70, but hardy and strong, clear of eye, steady of house, territory. England defended the region against the colonteta, Batestes in war with England over| thts: pya@an—bdy right, by strength, by wit, | by trick or by violence, open and power | } | ret—for ot wealth. Here and there, where sometht: happened—for good or for © hich A man might never forget, | the winning ~ ' ghosts drew back the living. | hand, vindietive and merciless yet to IAt least, men thus explained the! all who opposed him. In all his urn of Lucas Cullen to St. Flor-| long, violent no one—and noth im, Laueas, the younger of the| ing—was known to have shaken t Cullen brothers, In 1894 sud-) him until some one, without reason, ply appeared and, upon the site! raised that house on the inlet locally the cabin where he and his wif d when they founded €t. Floren. fgtin and bossed the men building) ithe first sawmill, he caused a new, enormous dwelling to be erected. i] Lucas called this a summer oot- tage; and made {t famous by bring-| tag there for the summer the/ known as Resurrection Rock. CHAPTER The express from Chicago for Lake Superior and Sault Sainte Marie—operated by the government upon this January day, 1919—wne nearing Escanaba almost on time In spite of the difficulty of making steam against a north wind and in & night temperatyre of 22 below/ zero, On time was 440 In the morn. | ing. Ethel Carew was the whole nam: of the girl hidden by the curtains of lower four. She was a young lady of 22 now; but the porter, who! had been on that “run” for many years, knew her when she was a) child—a fair, violeteyed, light-/ haired little girl from the west who | traveled from Chicago with her| uncles and aunte—Mr. and Mrs.| John Cullen or Mr. and Mra, Lucas | Cullen—to visit her grandfather at St. Florentin, She had no mother, tt developed; and her father, for some reason, j@ways was out home in Wyoming. | The porter tapped gently upon | the wood partition at the head of} lower four, The girl within, who} had been lying awake, replied and instantly stirred herself. Whatever were her reflections and specula-| tions, she dismissed them; and) wherens she had scarcely been con-| scious of observing the Heutenant tn section nine the evening before, this Morning she noticed with interest | and Iked the place—not to| that he also was getting up. Lacas Cullen's millions! He was on his way home from) he remained at St. Florentin all France, she had heard him say last) |e 5 | night in answer to a question. || He married Cecelia that winter| The train was pulling into Exoan- | “a friend of my daughter! ‘The Marquis so well liked! aba now. The dark-haired young! or eo of Michigan forest money | man, after a question to the brake-| Touraine; and}man, got down from the step and) to} came forward near Ethel tn search| of the conductor. “St. Florentin?” she heard the “T can tell you about St. Floren. tin.” she offered. “It's the name! and his brother John also mar-|of an olf mill town. It's near) and their wives preferred the| Quesnel; you take this train and get | fashionable resorts of the east| off there; then {t's 19 miles across the next summers. | country.” Bo, at the turn of the century,| The young man bared his head, t Lucas and his wife, were com- and his pleasant gray eyes lighted | alone to the enormous frame/ a little with excitement. j ‘ on the edge of the ruined old “You know it! Thank youf he i town above the shores of Lake| said. “That's just what I wanted iron. to know.” The real reason for Lucas’ retreat| “If you're going to St. Florentin,” fmpm Chicago was his break with| Ethel continued to volunteer tm-| {Phe brother John. They had always) pulsively, “you must be going to @@arreled; but now they ceased to! see my grandfather,” | ik, and the same streets could); “Why?” hold both. | “Because he's the only man—ex-| The purpose of the builder of the/ cept his servants—who lives there. jether great house near St. Floren-| It's a deserted village, except for rn n as Resurrection Rock. In the summer of 1913, barges : read and anchored in the oth water between Resurrection ADVENTURES “Then there's no ene named Bag- ley?—or Carew?” Ethel started a little. “My name is Carew.” “Did you see a little boy and girl?” changed Nancy and Nick Into |1,).” Gown hollow atumps—oh, Just White rabbits before he flew away. |wyerywhere. And he asked and ask- The Fairy Queen, being sure that jea and asked. fomething was wrong, sent all her| “Did you see @ Uttle boy and girt helpers to hunt for the lost Twins. | with golden hair and blue eyes any- Mr. Tingaling went first. He knew | Where shout?” he asked old Mr. Mud 7 ¥ Turtle. Ql the nooks and corners and crooks “No,” said Mr. Mud Turtle, @n4 crannies of Whispering Forest | @nd° Bright Meadowland and Old | “Haven't seen any strangers around Orehard these parts today but white rab- bite.” Kind, tat Tingaling, who, by the y ‘Way, was the fairy landlord who col-| Mr. Tingaling asked Tillie Toad lected all the rents from the wood | next. folk, looked everywhere. “No, str,” replied Tillie, “The onty —_- new folks I saw around were two white rabbits. Must be relations of CANDIED LAXATIVE Cutle Cottontail’s, And everybody Mr. Tingaling ask- FOR CHILOREM OR ADULTS/ ed said the same thing. “Well, 1 declare!’ remarked Ting- GREATEST ACTERS m THE WOOL? aling finally, fanning himeelf with his hat, “These must be important MBE? THe ve AnD BOWELS COE 47 ALL Goon vacate rabbits. If they are strangers per- haps they have come @ distance and | have seen the Twins. I'll hunt them jup and ask them.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) “Quesnel!” and Ethel stood up, coat clone to her throat, haired young man looked about in-| torrogatively; arose and also prepared to go out.|and try to learn what he wants. ‘They stepped down upon the plat- have to hunt us. tion hunts him. were still on his old-fashioned hunt, he would pick just such a night as this, with Peggy Dean's mind wan- dering from her examination-cram to the telephone, OUR BOARDING T CALLED ON MR. Ho@aN “TODAY ABOLIT “THAT POSrnion IN“THE RUG DEPARTMENT, AND C1" WAS SUGT MY LUCK “THAT PY WAS “TAKEN HIS MORNING | ~ KT NOT BANG PLACED, BECAUSE I HAD MY FANCY SET ON “THAT AGO HOW | WORKED To THIS GRASS STARTED A IT GROWS OVERTIME | NEGLECT IT FOR A Few Days! “It fe ‘Then your father’s there—| troduction, speaking to the Indian | tin was far more puzzling. The site| his house.” or i» going to be there, Mise was half a mile from shore, a| “His name ts Bagley? Carew?" » precipitous islet locally} “No; Cullen—Lacas Cullen.” “My father has not been tn Bt. Fiorentin for more than 20 years,” Ethel «aid, | was with m regiment of engingors,”| ° June.” “I waa stupid.” he eald, “thinking only about my affairs.” “and now—my father xplained. “He was killed last OF THE TWINS turner” ‘bel returned nhs fense. “And there is @ place called the Resurrection?” “There's an island,” Ethel said, “about half a mile off shore and not | far from my grandfather's, called) | Resurrection Rock.” “There is, then!” he cried, this In- formation amazingly stirring him. He was breathing fast, #he snw, | as he gazed down at her; ho opened) his coat and whe inner pocket when brakeman warned was to start. to steady her while lifted her to the car step and swung on after her. the call of the that the train He seized her erm CHAPTER IIt the she nodded, form, and the train immodiately| there—Philip Carew, the name. Try/]} the jolliest, friendliest fellow I've Flap-Doodle, the purple fairy, who He looked up and down tho side. | puffed on. it and nee, met In @ coon’s age. I was around 4 stolen the Fairy Queen's wand, {W2¥8 and crossways and under “B'jou,” eatd a middleaged Indian Yours, Hua. the store there a lot for several had | things and over things, in hollow | to Ethel. Bthel's breath stopped; sho stood|} days and everybody and every: “Good morning, Ana,” she hailed offering her gloved hand. “This is Asa Redbird,” Ethel eaid| mark which, like the date written to the soldier, “who lives ni grandfather and who is good to help us out sometimes.” “My name is Barney Loutrelle.” ‘The young man completed the in- REALLY, I FELT DISPIRMED DOINGS OF THE DUFFS 1 CAN REMEMBER, A COUPLE YEARS fumbling in an} she ran; he half brakeman called buttoning her The dark-! you, and he) ceases soon, I'd advise you to come r my pugh Vou ALL DAY “lo GET “WERE 2+ I SUPPOSE FF You HELD ouT Hope “MAT TH FIRM WOULD Go BANK- RUPT WHILE Vou WERE RUSHING Sn) AZoR” ROLLED UP “Tne Mae Le See —- Pe — Re PEOPLE TELL ‘You HOW FINE IT MUST BE IN “THE SUMMER TO LIVE IN A HOUSE - HAVE A NICE LAWN AND SIT ON “THE PoRCH AND GET ND NOW REAL ESTATES AGENT! Y% an he offered his hand. | “Where you want to go?” the >I Gian asked with more Interest. } “with us, Asa,” Ethel supplied) quickly. “Can you get him skis or | shoes? | * the Indian said. “You! these ones,” he offered his | «kis. “Sled goes over to brenk road lall way this afternoon, I come then.” “I neem to have selected you for my escort,” Ethel said as started out. “How did you hear the nam my father, Mr. Loutrelle?” i anked when they had gone « short distance. | He thrust his hand Into @ sie| pocket and drew out a square, white | envelope with E and postmark and thy strip—"Opened by the Cénsor.” It} | was addressed to Barney Loutretie, | | Lieutenant of Infantry in a certain | | American regiment in France, | “Yes,” have Daddy finished the party story and when the kiddies begged for more of the experiences of dear little Mrs. Fisher, daddy sald: “No, No more stories there. Mra, Fisher waa too tired to tell | stories the day I saw her; she Just told me bits of things about get- ting exes from the lighthouse to start her first brood of chickens. How she ured to push off in an O14 cance and look and look at the shore line, and the hills and think ft was the most beautiful townsite in the world, and how she paid 25 cents a quart for milk | and how she brought all her own | furniture from the East #o that} her house was home to her boys even way out here on the West const. “But I've been saving up my friend Elmer Fisher for you. He's He handed it to her. Nov. 7, "18. Dear Barney: One named Philp Carew ts here and keeps asking for you. Do you know him? He says you don't; but he knows you, or at least seems to! have some important business for If this sweet little altercation if him you can’t, perhaps you can « »| holding the letter with trembling thing that came seemed fond of | hand while she eamined the post- him, he was so kind and warm- hearted to them all. Strangers upon the page, was November 7.) and old friends, boys or old lads, +718 babies or children or dogs; every- “My father! she sald, “THe was) pody had the warm welcome of 4 * killed in June! kind heart and I just like to (To Be Continued) think he's the son of the happy i BY ZOK DANCING THRU Of course, nowadays the Cloven- Hoofed Breeder of Mischief doesn’t Our fast genera But tf Old Harry “ENTER, THE FLAPPER’ Ittle lady I've just told you about. “Elmer and his father and BECKLEY 33) BEGIN THIS MODERN ROMANCE OF WILD YOUTH perched In its green park upon a knoll, whispers of dance music drift: ed to Pegay's senses, But under her ptquantly tipped noso Gummet's Geometry demanded | that she give it her entire mind. If she didn’t, tomorrow's exams for | her senior class would fare badly. But how easy it would be to turn PASSION’S FLAME Deep June, warm and languid, with an enormous, lazy moon flood- ing the world with blue-silver, brooded temptation to everyone in+ doors. Fourteen stories below, |the evening from a bore to some- along Riverside drive, sounded musl-|/thing happy and tingling! Mother cally the call of gliding motor cars.|was off to n dance at the Yacht The dark Hudson was set with Jewel-lights of river craft. From a club with her brother and his wife, with whom the Deans lived, P. The War Tax on a Vacation JS ks C ok EVERYBODY'S FRLEND Page 769 helhiaihiatieihctieMlcssssssessmensnemeneenseeeenatl THE OLD HOME TOW HADNT HID HIS FACE THIS THRESHING GLAD WE HAVE brothers came out two yrars be- fore the mother came, to get a ready for her. hey came to Tacoma, that Was in 1887, when Tacoma was booming. Mr. Fisher said every- where he went in Tacoma he heard folks saying terrible things t Seattle, ‘robbers’ and ‘hold- ups’ and ‘rows’ and all sorts of things, ‘You want to keep away from there,’ they told him. ‘It's a bad sort of dump and no place for a man to start.’ “ ‘Put,’ he added, ‘they said too much. I said to father, “Say, father, that place sounds interest. ing. Let's go over and have a look at it." “And it was in Seattle that the Fishers heard about Port Angeles, and they went to have a look at that, and it looked #0 good to them that they wanted to take up their clatma right there, “They took up their claims close together and built their cabins on the inside corners, so as to be as near each other as possible, “And after the other boys had built theirs, everybody helping, of course, Elmer said to his father, ‘Father, you're a carpenter, what's the matter with you having a nice smooth house built of shakes?’ So they built ft, and that was the first shake house in that part of the state,” (To Be Continued) The only persons left in the big | apartment were two maids and Win- | nk, her cousin, Win, deep in her Geom, was cramming for the same examination, Small, quiet and homey was Win- nie—like a wren against oriole Pegey. Winnie wore “sensible” clothes. Peggy wore sporty ones. Winnie yawned for bed at half-past | ten, at about which time Peggy yearned for jazz. Win's latest ex- 1 CAN RECUPERATE FROM MY VACATION BY PUSHING AROUND ON A LITTLE JOY RIDE FOR A FEW DAYS- I'M SO N Git Fer 4 % ¥. ty . IOUS STRANGER STOPPING AT YTHETCENTRAL HOTEL Bsn eye IN A ROLLER TOWEL TODAY- MARSHAL OTEY | \WALKER WOULD HAVE BEEN ABLE “TO INDENTIFY HIM— MACHINE. A BiG YARD! HANDS WET ere Ger Sone BcacKk LISLS eer months old, and whiskery, Winnie choked on tobaceo smoke, would have choked at the first sip from a silver hip Mask, and would rather read George Eliot than Har. old Bell Wright and Fannie Hurst. Peggy did not choke on the occa- sions when someone poured froma flat “pocket caddy” into her ginger ale, And she could hold her own with any boy in the patter and kid- ding of the day pression was years old. Peg had emart restaurant, not far off,|dad was dead, ready discarded “finale-hopper,” “necker" and “cake-eates”’ Decidedly this was not the night for Peggy Dean to grind at Gum- met's Geom. . . . What harm in Just calling Bob Vanderpool to see RAISINS & PRUNES FOR EATING HELLO. TOM, DID You ENJOY, YouR VACATION ? WAFTA GET A” “MEY DoT NEED WASHIN' "ANYTHING ELCS& Fl!” A Move GN YOU AND jTRot ouT THE SOCKS tl! PAGE 11 BY STANLEY OR INDOOR, DRINKING PURPOSES ye pace STALEY WEA BY ALLMAN Ant ! sSs— what he was doing? With a glande at Winnie's head bent over her study, Perey sauntered to the tele phone in the corner and softly called a number, “Is Bobby there, Mrs. Vanderpool? «+» No? . . + Ob, I see, after the |theater—nalf-past eleven? Well, T wonder if you'd ask him to come around? . . . Oh, no-—it's all right |—" A tinkle of laughter here-—"per |fectly all right, It won't be too }late . . . I'l expect him. Thanks SO much, Goo'by.” (To Be Continued (Covvricht. 1932, by Seattle Stasp