The Seattle Star Newspaper, October 24, 1922, Page 11

eee ee CEO EER EEIESDE REED RESO SSUES SST SESS SSS SSNS SEES CSS SS SSS EES EDO nESOSEnESunoasaronesssvonatumesensessassisgesse=teseeoos THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN THE OLD HOME TOWN AN! You WERE E SIN + YOUGHTA SEB “TIS ef -u'auy Har «(= /TURILL OF MING = TLL BRING WOULDN'T toss \=7/ Wer AROUND SOME NIGHT Wien CLEOPATRA A |\</\ou GUYS REMEMBER “To “TAKE r] BLOTTER IF SHE | | TH’ NAPKINS our OF YouR ‘| WAS DROWNING EHF) COLLARS AFTER GUPPER = ~~ AN' IT'S EGGS Fl VoL woRK MUSCLES ON YOUR LIKE You, THAT RE EVES LOOKIN AT HER ~ HAVE TH’ FIRST“ BURN SOME LINIMENT HANDY “fo RUB SOME SQUAW'S OVER YOUR HEART AFTER SHE BE“ FIRST ONE “TO LEAVE TH’ RANKS=|- LOOK AT HIM© HE'S BREATHING ON ONE LUNG Now AN’ USES “TH! OTHER FOR SIGHS DUST CAUSE SOME MOLLY CAME IN OM I should have #o clever a brother?” “THAT NIGHT Lat BPS | 20s She inaugurated without any delay fe campaign of conquest extremely diverting to obverve. To Lanyard it geemed that her methods were crude and obvious enough: but ft did some. thing toward miltigating the long. @rawn boredom of the cruise to watch them: work out, as they geomed to Invariably, with entire @uccess; and then remark the tn. @puciance with which, another raw ecalp dangling from her belt, Lianne ‘would address herself to the next victim. Mr, Swain was the first to fall, mainly because he happened to be Present at Juncheon, it being Mr. Collison’s watch on the bridge. Un. @er the warmth of violet eyes which sought his constantly, drawa by what one was left to infer was an Irresistibie attraction, his reserve Moeilted rapidly, his remote blue stare Brew infinitely lose distant: and tho he blushed furiously at some of the more audacious of Linne’s sallies, he was quick to take his cue when she | expressed curtosity concerning the/| duties of the officer of the watch. And coming up at about two bells for &® turn around the deck and for a few breaths of freah air before dress. ing for dinner, Lanyard saw them on the bridge, thelr heads together over the binnacle—to the open disgust of the man at the wheel. Liane hailed him, with yivactous| gestures commanded his attendance a brother tn good standing, one could hardly do less than humor her @racefully; so Lanyard trotted up to the companion ladder, and Liane, resting a hand of sisterly affection ‘Upon his arm, pesought him to make Gear to her feminine stupidity Swain's hopelessly technical explana. tion of the compass and binnacie. Obdligingly Mr. Swain repeated his Jecture, and Lanyard, learning for himself with considerable surprise what a highly complicated instru- ‘ment of precision ts the modern com- diame Indeed, he grew so interested tn Swain's exposition of deviation and Variation and magnetic attraction and the various devices employed to counteract these influences, the Flin- ts bars, the softron spheres, and system of adjustabie magnets lo- ated in the pedestal of the binnacie, that he had to be reminded by « mild exhibition of sisteriy temper “t eurnmoned him to the : Mf aH it i $ in her husband true by surrounding him with charms and qualities—these Magnets—sufficiently powerful to counteract the attractions of others. Do I make myself clear?” “But perfectly!” Liane nodded em- Dhaticaily. “What a mind to have in the family? she appealed to Mr. Swain. “Do you know, monsteur, it happens often to me to wonder how “Et te Uke that with ma, too,” Lan yard tnststed warmly, He made an early excuse to got away, having something new to think about Mr. Museey put up a atiffor fight than Mr, Swain, eince an avowed cynic ts necessarily a Man Who Knows About Women, He gave Liane flatly to understand that he saw thru her and couldn't be taken in by all her DMandishments.. At the end of 24 hours, however, the convic. tlon eecéned somehow to have insld- fously penetrated that only a man of his ripe wisdom and disillusion. mont could possibly have any appeal to a woman like Liane Delorme, It waen't long after that the engine room was flluminated by Liane’s pretty ankles and Mr, Muasey was beginning to comprehend that there was in this world one woman at least who could take an tntelligent inter est in machinery. - Mr. Coliieon succumbed without a strugsle. True to the tradition of Southern chivalry, he ambled up to the block, lald his head upon tt, and asked for the axe. Nor was he kept long waiting . . . On the seventh @ay the course Pricke@ on the chart placed the Sybarite’s position at noon as ap proximately in mid-Atlantic. Con- templating @ prospect of seven days jot such emptiness, Lanyard’s very soul yawned, And nothing could Induce Captain Monk to hasten the passage. Mr. Mussey asserted that his engines could at a pinch deliver twenty knots an hour; yet day tn and day lout the Sybarite poked along at little better than half that speed. It was ho secret that Liane Delorme’s panic nia from Poptnot had hurried the yacht out of Cherbourg harbor four | days earlier than her proposed sail- ing date, whereas the Sybarite had a rendezvous to keep with her owner at a certain hour of a certain night, ppeintment carefully calculated with consideration for the phase of the moon and the height of the tide, therefore not readily to be altered, After dinner on that seventh day, « meal much too long drawn out for much champagne, he left the main jsaloon the arena of an impromptu poker party, repaired to the quarter deck, and finding a wicker lounge chair by the taffrai! subsided Into it bow, rolled but slightly, and her de- | ! 1 g ? e Hi fl | | Ha aiak Hl if ‘il l | i | F | F g : i | ; ii 5 E Li id Hi aH bit : ; é E z i A F F i the melancholy oppression of know- ing his littleneds of body and soul, the relative insignificance even of [the ship, that tmpertinent atom of human organization which traversed tebrate, Gestitute of object in exiat- enos, bereft of all hope. What mat- tered !t whether he won or lost tn this stupid contest whose prize wns of a few trinkets set with bits of glittering stone? If he won, of what avafl? What could {t profit his soul to make good @ vain boast Revert. OF clles Pabets Baten Gloves N. Leggins looked over the queer little car and said it was as good as ever. You'll never believe tt, I'm sure, but at last Nancy and Nick reached the Fatry Queen's Palace in the magic automobile. The magic pill that Light Fingers) Gropped into the gasoline tank (mak- ing the car go-backward) was the Jast of their troubles, for the Green Wizard stuck out his toe and turned the car around, and altho it was still going backward, ft soon arrived at the Fairy Queen's Palace, You should have been there to hear the rejoicing when the Twins appeared sound and well and as happy as harlequins Gf you know what that is, altho Nancy would have to be « columbine, being « girl). All the Queen's councilors stood e@round and helped them out, while the new chauffeur, called Gloves N. Leggina, looked over the queer little tae and said it was as good as new. All he tieeded to do, he said, was to [fix the jignmacrank and mend the thingumabob and straighten the | whirligig and patch the tires and re- pair the engine and send away for a new top. Outside of that everything was all right. ‘The Fairy Queen was so happy to have Nancy and Nick back safely that she made them a present of the Green Shoes. Before that, you know, she had only loaned them to them. “And now, my little friends,” eaid she, “would you Itke @ rest, or go at once on another adventure?” “Another adventure!’ cried both children at once. “whell, then,” answered her royal highness, “I have one all ready, Mother Goose has lost her broom and doesn't know where to find it.” (To Be Continued) | Copyright, 1924 by, Beattie Stas) BEAMED SWEET AT HIM #VCAN'T SAVE HIM Now - He's EAR WITH A ~ PROPOSAL ! “You thimk so™ conceivably.” “It amuses you, then, to shoot “| arrows inte the air? too hopes of man and his fears, his loves and hates, his striving and passivity, are all one in the measured and tm. mutable proccesses of Time...» ‘The pressure of « hand upon his own roused him to discover that Liane Delorme had seated herself beside him, in a chair that looked the other way, so that her face was not far from his; and he could scarcely be unaware of its hinted beauty, now wan and glimmering In starlight, enigmatic with soft, close shadows. “I must have been dreaming,” he rald, apologetic. “You startled me.” “One could eee that, my friend.” The woman spoke In quiet accents and her hand linger upon his win fe insistent reminger of the warm, living presence whoo rich coloring was disguised by the gloom that encompassed both. Four strokes in duplicate on the ship's bell, then the call; “Eight bells and a-aall’a well!” Lanyard muttered: “No idea it was ao late.” A sender white shape, Mr. Collison, emerged from his quarters in the |deck-house benenth the bridge and \rnn up the ladder to relieve Mr. Swain. At the same time a eraman come from forward and ascended by the other ladder. Later Mr. Swain and the man whose trick at the wheel was ended left the bridge, the latter to go forward to his rest, Mr. Swain to turn into his room in the deck- house. The hot giow of the saloon sky. ights became a dim refulgence, aside lfrom which, and its glimmer in the lmouth of the compantonway, no lights were visible in the whole length of the ship except the shut- {tered window of Mr. Swain's room, which presently was darkened, and oaa giimpses of the binnacle light to |be had when the helmsman shifted | his stand, A profound hn#h closed down upon the ehip, whose progress across the face of the waters seemed to ao lquire a new significance of atealth, no that the two rented by tho taff rail, above the throbbing screws and rushing torrent of the wake, talked in lowered accents without thinking why. “It In that one grows bored, eh, cher ami? Perhaps, Liane.” “Or perhaps that one’s thoughts are constantly with one's heart, ned » “But naturally, I seek the reason, when I seo you Gistrait and am con- scious of your neglect.” “I think it is for me to complain of that!" “How can you say such things?” One has.seen what one has oven, | these last few days. I think you are) | what that original Phinuit would call | ‘a fant worker’ Liane.” } “What stupidity! If I seek to make | [myself iked, you know weil It ts) | with a purpore.” “One hardly questions that.” “You judge harshly . . . Michael. Lanyard spent a look of astonish- ment on the darkn He could not | remember that Liane had ever before called him by that name. “Do I? Sorry..." His tone was listiess. ‘tut does It matter?” “You know that to me nothing else matters.” Lanyard checked off on his fin- gers: “Swain, Collison, Mussey, Who next? Why not I ae well as another?” “Do you tmagtine for an instant that I class you with euch riffrart?’ “why, If you really want to know what I think, Liane: ft seems to me that all men In your sight are much the same, good for one thing only, |to be used to serve your ends, And | who am I that you should hold me tn | | higher rating than any other man?” “You should know I do," the wom. an breathed, so low he barely caught the words and uttered an involun- tary “Pardon?” before he knew he had understood. 6o that nhe iterated in a clear tone of protest: “You should know I do—that I do esteem you as something more than other men. Think what I owe to you, | Michael; and then consider this, that of all men whom I have known you alone have never asked for love.” He gave a quiet laugh, “There ts too much humility in my heart.” “No,” she said in a dull volee—“but you despise me. Do not deny it!" She shifted tmpatiently in her chair. “I know what I know. Iam no fool, whatever you think of me... No,” sho went on with emotion under re- straint; “I am a creature of fatality, me—I cannot hope to escape my | tater’ Tie was silent a little in preplexed consideration of this. What did she wish him to belleve? “But one imagines nobody can escapes his fate.” “Men can, some of them! men such as you, rare as you are, know how to cheat destiny; but women never It 1a the fate of all women that each shall some time love some man to “Mt the okie } FLASHES A SMILE AT = pete THE BANK “TRAIN: WAS ROBBED LAST AIGHT= NO DOUBT THE SAFE BLOWERS KNEW MARSHAL OTEY WALKER WAS MISSING WHEN THEY PLANNED “THIS Jo8- ? a * we Ser Page 515 ABOUT mur “riest Now, all the readers of The Beattie Star Story Book know by this time, just as Pegsy and David knew, that the very first industry of any kind tn Benttle was Yesler’s mill, which stood down there where Pioneer Square is now, and they know that the water came up to what ls now the edge of that sidewalk that has benches on !t, for people to ait on while they wait for their cars. Bo-the kiddies thought they knew all about what Mra God- dard was about to tell them. But—now fust let me tell you & secret—{t's a mighty good plan to watt and see what other people have to tell us, even when we think we know all about it, for nearly always we find that we really know very litth, “That Yesler’s mill," Mrs. God- dard said, “was the first steam sawmi!! on Puget sound. It be- gan cutting timber in March, 1853, “Mr, Yesler got his machinery from San Francisco, and he set up his big saw and went to work even before a roof could be built over his mill. a liiaiiatal Aesperation, and be despised. It is my fate to have learned too late to love you, Michael——" “Ah, Jdane, Liane!” “But you hold me in too much con. tempt to be willing to recognize the truth.” “On the contrary, I admire you ex- tremely, I think you are an incom. parable actress.” “You seel” | offered @ despair ing gesture to stars. “It is not true what I say? I lay bare my heart to him, and he tells me that I act! SAMWILL IN SEATTLE “Once, in a newspaper story, published years ago, he told about the beginning. How the very first logs in that very first mill were sold to him by Dr. Maynard. (He was the very first physician here, you remember), And he cleared some town lots and sold Yesler the logs. “He says, ‘HMory Butter end BM Gilttam had the contract to get those logs to the mill. They fot ‘em there—rolled them in by hand, with no help but common hand spikes.’ “Then, he adda, T warrant you that was harder work than Hillory or Bill has ever done singe’ David euddenly interrupted with, “But, Mrs, Goddard, I thought you didn't come to Seat- tle till the year before the fire, I don't see how you can remember those 1863 things.” And while Mrs, Goddard was ex- plaining how she knew about the earliest beginnings by hearing older people tell thinga, who should come in but Mr, Worth Densmore, and what should he bring but a perfect golden treas- ure of his little-boy memories of old Seattio, (To Bo Continued) DR not expect me to think otherwise?" “IT was a fool to expect anything from you,” she returned bitterly— “you know too much about me, 1 cannot find it in my heart to blame you, since I am what I am, what the life you saved me to #0 long ago has made me, Why should you believe in me? Why should you credit the sincerity of this confession, which costs me #0 much humiliation? That ‘would be too good for ms, too much to ask of life!" “[ think you cannot fairly com- plain of life, Liane. What have you G a THIS OUTR WOULD NEVER HAPPENED IF WE HAD A REAL! MARSHAL! & GST Good GRVYT IN AN® 1% DON'T WANT tion——" “Never love.” “The world would find it difficult to believe that.” “Ah, love of @ sort, yes: the love that ts the desire to possess and that possession satisfies.” “Have you asked for any other sort?” “I ask ft now. I know what the love ts that longs to give, to give and give again, asking no return but kindness, understanding, even tolera- tion merely. It Is such love as this I bear you, Michael, But you gg not believe. , .” Divided between annoyance ang distaste, he was silent. And all af once she threw herself half across the joined arms of their chair, catching his shoulders with her hands, so that her half-clothed rested on his bosom, and its scent warmth assailed his senses with the seduction whose power she knew 80 well. (Continued Tomorrow) OW age is comparatively tearless, If land were equally divided, each Japanese would have one and ome halt sores, a *