The Seattle Star Newspaper, September 23, 1922, Page 9

Sreeaervrrnsrra:sr “ © Continued From Page © Detore we're finished-—and put up the * *¥ou don’t mean t@go on tn the rain? Jules protested—yet studious. ly f ne tone of protest “But naturally *.* * do you get’ that way? Do yOu Want us all to get soaked to our ekinat “My dear Jules!’ Mr. Phthutt re. turned with a winning smile—"I don't give & tupenny damn tf we do.” ‘With that he went to jotn his com. pany; While Jules, once the other's Was turned, permitted himself, for the sake of his own respect and upon the assembled audi. ence, the luxury of a shrug that out- rivalled words in expression of hin Personal opinion of the madness that ymplated further travel on such ght as this promised to be. n, Uke the well-trained servant that he was not, he meshed gears silently and swung the car away to seek shelter, taking with him the sympathy as well as the wonder of the one witness of this bit of by play who had been able to under stand the tongue in which it was couched; and who, knowing too well what rain In those hills could mean, Was beginning to regret that his in. Vitation to the chateau had not been for another night. As for the somewhat unusual tone of the passage to which he had just Uatened, his nimble wits could invent half a dozen plausible explanations. | Tt was quite possible, Indeed when | one judged: Mr. Phinult by his so. | briety In contrast with the galety of the others it seemed quite plausibie, | that he was equally with Jules a) paid employe of these dstensible! nouveaux riches, and that the two,! the chauffeur and the courier (or) whatever Mr. Phinuit was in his) subordinate social rating) were ac-) customed to amuse themselves by indulging in reciprocal abuve. “ But+what Duchemin could by no) means fat! was the reason why/ Phinuit should choose, and how he hg tule the choice of his party, Vey the face of such threatening te stop in Nant for an early dinner—with Millau only an hour away and the chances fair thas before the storm broke the! @utomobile would reach the latter) elty with its superior hotel and | saw her. if “madame la come abruptly convulsed with laugh. Mr. Phinult looked up from th carte with 4n inqu' > recept emile; the waiter broadly. | But the cause of all this merri-| ment wore only an expression of! the flared in the gusty draughts There was (Duchemin learned) no other means of illumination but by candlelight in the entire chateau. The old-time structure had been theroly renovated and modernised in most respects, it was furnished with t and reverence (one could guess whose the taste and purse) but Madame de Sevenie remained its undisputed chatelaine, a belated spirit of the ancient regime, stub- bornly set against the conventences of this degenerate age, Electric light. ing she would never countenance. ‘Tho telephone she esteemed a con-| venience for tradespeople and wul- garians tn general, beneath the dig. nity of red quality, The motor car she disapproved yet tolerated because, for all her years, she was! of & brisk and active turn and liked to get about, whereas since the war) good horsefiewh was difficult to find in France and men to care for it more scarce stil}, 80 mach, and more besides, she communicated to Duchemin at tn- tervals during the meel, comporting herself toward him with gracious heas not altogether innocent of a certain faded coquetry, Having spoken of herself as one, bern too late for her time, ehe paused and eyed him keenly, a sieam of light malice in her bright “And you, too, monsteur,” she added suddenly. “But you, I think, belong to an even earlier day ., .” “I, madame? And why do you say that? » ' “I should have been guillotined; under the Terror; but you, mon-| sieur, you should have been hanged long before that—banged for a buc- caneer on the Spanish Matt.” “Madame may be right,” said Duchemin, amused, “And quite pos. sibly I w you know.” Then he wondered a tt and began to eWtivate some respect for the shrewdness of her intuitions. He sat on her left, the place of) honor going by custom immemorial to monaieur Ie cure of Nant. For all that, Duchemin declined to feel slighted. Was he not on the right of Bye de Montalais? The girt Loutse was placed be. tween the cure and her sister-in- jaw. Duchemin could not have heen guilty of the offense of ignor- ing ber; bat the truth t= that, save when courtesy demanded that he pay her some attention, he hardly She was. pretty enough, but very quiet and selfabsorbed, a | | that pathetically eager look pe- cullar to her age and caste in France, starving for the life she might pot live til] marriage should burned like some rare exotic flower set before a screen of lustreless black velvet. And like a flower to the sun she responded to the hom- age of his admiration—which he way none the less studious to pre- serve from the sin of obviousness. For he was well aware that her reponse was impersonal; it was not his but any admiration that she craved as @ parched land wants rain. Less than three months a wife, more than five years a widow, still young and ardent, nearing the molated in this house of perennial mourning, making vain oblation of her youth, her beauty, the rich wine of life that coursed so justily thru her being, upon the altar of only an old, old woman . . « He precetved that it would be RHYMES? =~ WHY, | 2 SURE ALVW ~ We] 7% KNOW "EM ALL® / ° How's Mis SIMPLE SIMON MET A DIEMAN = “WHERE ARE You Gone?” _ SAID SIMPLIE GIMON = To “W' FAIR!” Sai’ PIEMAN = FAIR ENOUGH!” SAID SIMON, JUST OLD LADY HUBBARD WenT” “To -He = \CceBox, To GETHER Poor SICK. DOG GOME LEMONG <- WHEN SHE GoT “Here “THE ICE BOX WAG EMPTY, AN'“TWE POOR DOG DiED /| WITHouT ANY ADE ! SAT IN A CORNER PLAYING WITH AW ELECTRIC VACUUM SWEEPER ~ We PUT IN His “THUMB, AN’ PULLED OUT A FIFTY WATT CURRENT! DOINGS OF THE DUFFS OLIVIA, ARE You UP YET? SOMEBODY WANTS YOU On TWE PHOWE! WILL You ANSWER rr? YES, 1f | Can GET ‘To 1T! ‘Galeche which Duchemin had com-| quite possible for him, did he yield Manded to drive him to the chateau; to the bent of his sympathies, to and with a ride of two miles before dislike Madame de Sevenie most in- him and rain imminent, he had n0|tensely. More time to waste. Not that he was apt’ to have much opportunity to encourage such & gratuitous aversion; tomorrow would see him on the road again, his back forever turned to the Chateau de Montalais . . . Or, if not tomorrow, then as soon &s the storm abated. It was raging now as {f it would never weaken and had the will to raze the chateay tho it were the task of a thousand years. From NI VISITATION Dinner was served in a vast and sombre hall whose darkly paneled Walls and high-beamed ceiling bred @ multitude of shadows that danced about the table a weird, spasmodic faraband, without meaning or end, Festiessly advancing and retreating x thé candles flickered, failed and He put the dream.into a toad-skin bag and handed it to the little boy. The Twins wished themselves up to the Dream Star where Kena bike will stop. Then you children can hop In and take it back to the Meena, the Magician, was boiling reams “Is lAght Fingers here? Waney, sticking in her hend. | “No,” answered Kena Meena. “What's he done now?" “He's stolen the Fairy Queen’s au- tomotile,” answered Nick, “and we re hunting for it.” “H'm!" said Kena Meena, raising his bushy eyebrows in surprise. “Then I bet you a dollar some of my Tivaln have it. Either Twelve Toes or Tricky Trixo, and that won't do at all. Just let me think. I'll have to help you to get it.” So Wena Meena thought thought. 5, “Bay,” he said finally, “I'm mak Wog o dream here that’s a dandy i tell you what it is. out a rajlro@d train. If Light Fitgers dreams this he'll think it's ue, and he'll jump out so he won't wrecked, and the magic automo asked and Fairy Queen. “That's a fine idea,” said Nick. “Is the dream nearly done?” “Yes,” said Kena Meena. “Almont T just have to shake in a little soot and a little black smoke and a few nails into the kettle. There you are! It's all ready!” ; He put the dream tnto a toad-skin | bas and handed it to the little boy. “Don? lone it,” advived the Magi | clan, “and don't break the hag. If |you do, you and Nancy will dream the dream yourselves and that would be dreadful.” “Where do you think we'll find | Or Vingers?” asked Nancy. ij “On the Milky Way," said Eena “It's fine for automobiles, | Meena. Hide your- and he’s sure to be there. j and he'll come along by and by.” The Twins left at once. (To Be Continued) Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) time to time the shock of some | great blast of air would seem to, rock upon fits ndations even that ancient pile, those heavy walls of| hewn stone builded in times of hon-/ ext workmanship by forgotten Siours de Montalain who had meant their home to outlast the ages. Rain in sheets sluiced the win- dows without rest, “Round turrets! and gables the wind raved and moaned like a famished wild thing denied its kill. Ocbasionally a ven-| turesome gust with the spirit of a) minor demon would find its way down the chimney to the drawing room fire and send sparks in vol-| leys against the screen, with thin) puffs of wood smoke that lingered in the air like acrid ghosts. At sGch times the cure, sitting at piquet with Madame do Sevente,| after dinner, would cough «<listress: ingly and, reminded that he had a bed to reach somehow thru all} this weiter, anathematine the ele-| ments, help himself to @ pinch of} snuff, and proceed. with his play. | Duchemin sat at a little distance, | talking with Madame de Montalais over their cigarets, To smoking, |curiously enough, Madame de Se- | venie offered no objection, Women | had not smoked in her day, and she} |for her part would never. But) | Eve might; it was “done”; even in) |thone circles of hidebound conser |servatism, the society of the Fau- |bourg St. Germain, ladies of this day smoked unrebuked. Louine had excused herself—to sit, Duchemin had no doubt, by| the bedside of d'Aubrac, under the duenna-like eye of an old nurse of the family. Being duly encouraged, Duche-) min talked about himself, of his wanderings and adventures, all with discretion, with the neatest expur gations, and with an object, leading) cugniety round to the subject of New York. At mention of it he saw a new light kindle in Eve's eyes. Her breath came more quickly, gentle emotion agitated) her bosom. Monsieur knew New York? But well; he had been there as a boy, again as a young man; and | “ENTER, THE | night, then ater, In the year when Amert-| ‘a entered the great war; not ince. . + | “It in my home,” said Eve de) Montalais softly, looking away. | (One noted that she said “is not “was.” 0 Duchemin had understood Madame had not visited her home| recently? | Not in many years; not in fact since ninéteen-thirteen. She Aas sumed the city must have changed | greatly. Duchemin thought !t was never the same, but forevor changing) itself overnight, so to speak; ond/ yet always itself, always like no other city in the world, fascinat- ies 4 “Fascinating? But How I long for it! She wan dis-/ trait for an instant, “My New| York Monsteur—would you belleve? I dream of tt" He had found a key to one cham-| ber in the mansion of her confl- dence. As much to herself as to him, unconsciously dropping into English, she began to talk of her life “at home” . Her father had been a partner In a great Jewelry house, Cottier's, | ot Paris, London and New York. (So that explained it! She was wearing the blue diamond again to- with other Jewels worth, in the Judgment of @ kegn connoisseur, a king's ransom), Schooled at an! exclusive establishment for tho! daughters of people of fashion, Eve at an early age had made her debut; but within the year her father died, and her mother, whose heart had always been in the city nativity, closed the Rouse it Fifty-seventh street. and with her daughter to Paris. There Eve had met her future@hus: band. Shortly after, her mother died, Eve returned to New York to attend to some business Ii con nection with her estate, remaining only a few weeks, leaving almost reluctantly; but the new love was very sweet, she had looked forward joyfully to the final transplanting ot her affections (Continued Monday) irrestatible LAPPER” BY ZOE BECKLEY | NO. 21—PEGGY CONDEMNED BY ALL Bobby turned scarlet at Olive's embarrassing demand for a judgment It's a dream | selves behind the Dreamland Tree'on Peggy. “Keep me out of it,”" he mumbled. Olive turned from him regentfully and took her brother's arm, “None of these nice people have the courage to look things in the face,” she said, “You are being po- lite, Bobby, Well, I say you are being insincere. You're afraid to let Peggy know what you think of her Uttle excursion into Mlapperdom.” Bobby still kept allent, eyes _ averted, “Olive smiled. Jam you—in words. quare with yourself you'll hear his opinion silence.” words was louder than what she had said. stared Into space, whether tearfully or defiantly one could not tell. Win- nie at last broke the painful still. ness. please rage RNC REENT IT TERE SESE LTTE RIT THE OLD HOME TOWN (DI2E ss WILL PARADE “ROUND TH’s IT WAS” THE PROUDEST MOMENT OF HIS LIFE WHEN MARSHAL OTEY WALKER MARCHED THE SUSPICIOUS STRANGER AND oucn ! Feet aRe sore! V'LL THROW THOSE SLIPPERS 60 FAR TWAT I°LL NEVER GEE *Em AGAIN! iy CAROLINE GIRLOCH, TWO TIMES A PIONEER Wasn't it strange that with their minds so full of Stellacoom tales the kiddies should have met, in West Seattle, a lady who had heen Introduced as a pioneer with Whidby island memories, only to find that her earffest recollections are of Steilacoom? + This Interesting personage known to her friends as Mrs. Gillesp!, but when our story be- gins she was little Caroling Gir loch, age 7, just arrived at the port of Steilacoom, with her sis ter, Maggie, and her father and mother, “You came first to Steilacoom?” David asked, “And where elve would we come?” Mrs. Gillespi answered back, “we came in 1868, and at that time Steilacoom was the sound port for all San Francisco vonsols."* ‘The children’s questions about the beginnings of life in the new country brought forth but little in the way of stories, Caroline had gone to school when a little girl at the old convent In Steilacoom. David giggled when she said her teacher was old Father Wury; it sounded as she said it like “worry,” which seemed a good enough name for any teacher. “Slut he was a good teacher, a very broadminded man,” Mrs. Gilliwpt said, “I like to think of him.” ‘Can't you tell us about your first Christmas out here?” the children asked, “Oh, there isn't much to tell. We had a Christmas tree with whatever mother could get to put on it; apples (that was the big- gest treat) and doughnuts fried In fancy shapes, and a big Christmas cake.” “And Pegsy. “Good Lord! Where would we get oranges? No, no oranges and no dolls, but it was a good Christ- mas, “Father moved to Yelm after a while, and I stayed on with Mag: gio on the Steilacoom plains, Sis- ter Maggie was married it was lonesome for her alone. “And I was nearer the convent, too.” Mrs. Gillesp! looked into space a minute, then she said slowly, “I think I will tell you about the tn. vitation I had to go east of the mountains. That has fire, water, yellow jackets, a dance and a wedding in ft." (To Be Continued) oranges—" suggested | “All right, Peggy, the boy won't But if you're all the louder for his Tho ailence that followed Olive's Pegsy turned away and “Ted, do get that engine going, another judgment of Peggy. Ted could not got himself with any de: gree of sincerity to resume his at- tack on Lee, He could not help seeing the truth of Olive's arraignment, and by his prompt return to the work of repatr- ing the car could be sensed that free- masonry between men that has al- ways existed, ‘Winnie put her arms wearily About her cousin and tried to banish her hitter mood, But Peggy seemed spent and numb, She shook off Win- nie's clasp. In Ted's response to her sounded] “Cut it, Win, I hate ip be sobbed Ou, BUT My ALLEGED NOTORICUS BANDIT. PAST TRE DRESS MAKERS SHOP} oll BY ALLMAN 1S HAROLD SPEAKING - 1 CALLED TO ASK You IF You wit GO TOA DANCE WITH ME AT THE COUNTRY CLUB MIS EVENING ? HAROLD, ) WILL BE VERY GLAD To Go-"THAT MR. TRUG, MAKS THE ‘4 ACQVAINTANCS OF -MY MIFRISGND, MR. STIFECY. PLEASED To MEET You. 1K “The boat broke down, mother, that’s all,” Bobby's manner was con trained, “Well, we've been searching for you half this night!" Peggy's mother now cut in—a youngish, handsome. woman in evening wraps, “Ys that Peggy over there?” She shot off in her daughter's direction, Peggy turned a composed and weary face. Her mother took her sharply by the shoulder, my “You'll have a bit of explaining to do, my daughter, about to night.” (To Be Continued) : , Copyright, x 22, by, Seattle Star Winnie slowly followed Bobby to the car, Olive and Lee stayed where they were. Then quite suddenly came the throb of a powerful motor, Quickly it swept iftto sight—a big, dust-cov- ered touring cary and it halted abreast of Bobb; From it three ‘women and a man stepped hurriedly and came toward the group, ed Swift exclamations followed, of recognition—and concern, Mrs, Van- derpool, tall, stately and impres- sively indignant, put a firm hand on her son's arm, “What is all thist”,