The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 13, 1922, Page 11

ery greviows were they they of the trees.”—Bagdus a, 14-15 THE LOCUSTS “And the locusts went up over the land, and rested in all the coasts defore them there For they covered the face of the whole earth, so that the land was darkened; and they did eat every herd of the land, and all the freit 1922. BY 8. B. H., HURST Author ef “Qoomer Ali" Copyrteht, 1928, Beatle Mar were no such too san (Continued From Page 6) 1 Afraid. men of the Legion; but It was @ dif] “Well, daddy, I wasn't afraid at all ferent rage from th&t of thé average | YOU know those flying dreams, in mob. Most mobs are blinded by prejudice, and pave no real idea of their demands; and Justice behind generally a mob ts eastly frightened The men with Hammond were alto 4 gether different, That they had jus. tice with them they knew beyong question, and they could not be 4 frightened. And the county offictals, who were no fools, foreseeing some. » thing of the sort and realizing that Bo troops would have an easy job altho the troops, called the National Quard still, were all of Japanese do scent and the officials—had arranged to ctr- cumvent the men of the Legion. “He is not here!” asserted the sheriff with quiet emphasis. “That's a lie!” shouted a chorus, “If 1 open the door and allow a gommittes chosen by you to search the jail, will you promise me that you will not liberate any other pris- ers, or start a rough house?” ques tioned the sheriff. “Hell, nol” shouted one impetuous person. “Shut up!" commanded Hammond. “it's not this ~ ~ a a th Lo A 4. county bosses guessed what we were going to do, or else someone gave us away. We're pretty certain that it ‘wasn't the last, so it must have been first. Now, It's no use pulling any rough stuff, if Cartson tan't here. We didn’t come here for that Am I right? “Bure! shouted the men. “Then I will choose six men, who f I believe ; because there tm bis inviting the jail if he wasn't. And it young Carlson away Het i838 i ft 5 5 i i fr gh : t ft f ag Fe REE He Sp¢8 litt g & goRe : a that his case was hopeless. Jenkins ‘would fight to the last diteh; but bis trouble was that looked as if it was his last. All the evidence pointed to the truth of the accusation. There was only Mary Hammond to give evidence in favor of the accused, and her evidence was | 90 slim as to be negligible, Besides, she wan his sweetheart. And yet, when Hammond reached home and the failure of the men of the | © d an she had been before the f attempt to rescue Jack had been made. Indeed, she was almost cheer- ful. Her intuition comforted her. And it might be well for all of us to 6f intuition that surrounds us, the #0 haughtily to take our stand on the tiny tslands of our experience. “Daddy,” she exclaimed, as Harn- mond kissed her, “I feel much better sbout Jack. After I said my prayers | something came to me.” She hest- tated with that innate shyness which comes to the surface when one would Sheak of things sacred. But she wanted to share her feeling of com- fort with her father, and continued bravely: "Daddy, after I said my prayers, | and was lying in bed, 1 began to feel lors worried about Jack. It was just | 4s if some powerful person who could | 4o anything had told me that he Would go free in the end. Then I Heemed to go to steep, and yet T could be depended upon by | And so it seemed to Jack's friends! his first ditch | it pay more attention to that great sea) whieh you seem to swim through the air, only it's much easter than awim- jming. Well, that was the way we moved about, all over the basin. But the most strange part of it all was |that we could move through Thue | Just as easily, 1 did not realize we had done this until the Being who | held my hand said, ‘Look! “And I looked, and what I saw was }mot at all like the basin as I know jit today, It was lige a desert, with here and there a wooden shack, and with wire fences in some places There were none of the beautiful houses and towns and bungalows and things that make the basin now one of the most lovely as it ls one of the most productive places in the world It_was just unirrigated desert, with here and there giant heaps of sun colored lava rock—dreary, lonély awful, a place where sage brush struggled for a bare existence, but on which men would not live, In fact, dad, I did not see a single animal lot jalone any men "Look at that! with me “And again I had flown thru space and time, and saw a gection of the | irrigated Yakima valley of 26 years ago—which was the year in which I j had been looking at the desert which ie now the Columbia basin. It made me mad, for I could see little heuses and big crops And happy people while the basin was a desert—a dew ert I would not have known for oy basin unless I had been told. **Porty-eight cents an aore,” sald the Being “What? I exclaimed. | “That ts the actual yearly cost per | acre to irrigate the basin in which you live—the yearly cost which makes the difference between desert land and fertility, between misery and happiness And to put the three mil- lon neres of land which was desert tn shape to plant cost only, on the aver- ago, $160 an acre.’ “Tt doesn’t look very much!’ | anewored “The Retng smtled sadly. “'No, when a thing ts reduced to terms of money, It does sort of lose |it# value—no matter what the thing may be. But tn terms of human ef-/ fort it ts different. And here ts the! cause of much trouble. The tnabittty | |to distinguish the symbol from the | thing tt symbolizes i “On the one hand, the radical who! would do away with money, and mud. | said the Being 1 unten ft has! some symbol by which we ean ex. | | press ft. Money ts the only symbol! which seems to work. It is the same | HE Hef mistaking the ht tt aymboil- | Invasion. They are outbidding white men, and leasing the land for three yeare—which ts all the time they can lease ft for. At the end of the three years, you sep them isaving the land, after having sucked all the nourishment out of it These Japs Gre not citizehs, and cannot buy land It ts the law, and most laws are fool- ish because few wise men will - descend to go into politics. In ling the law symbols have been min. taken for the thing symbolified. Land, unless human effort be applied to tt, jis valueless. ‘The tilled land becomes, | with the money {t represents, the symbol of whatever effort has been spent, whether by the owner or leaser or by its increased value due to increased value of other lands ad- Joining It. But the law mistakes the land itself, the symbol, for the hu man effort making it valuable. The effort is expended in whatevér profit the Japs make, and is lost to the land. Hence the land tm impoverished by the law, altho it is apparently done by the Japs. The same old error. “Things change. Japanese are citizens, and can buy land. Here In no such mistake. The Japanes recognize that if they can control al) the jand, and put all their effort into taking a reasonable profit out of |it—nothing will be lost, Effort and jsymbol go hand tn hand. But they will have no rivals, So, gradually they force all men off the land who |are not of their own blood; and in| | the end-they control the law. Con-| | trot is what every great scher has laimed at. Curtously enough, control ix best for the thing controlled. But | Legion, the girl did not seem as de-| what of the white men forced off the |in « land? ‘The answer ix easy. They | 4i4 NOT control the law. They left | jthat to windy politicians! And now| they have LOST both the LAND| AND THE LAW!’ | “I listened to all this, daddy, much | interested; and then I decided to ask | | this wise person who could see into {the past, and who was not twnthered | | by time or space, what would be the lend of this trouble of Jack’s. “Values again!’ exclaimed my companion. “To you this boy 4s moat valuatie because you love him, There 1» no symbol for love, hecause love ts Itself the symbol of extreme value, | Don't worry about your love!’ Hammond looked at his daughter thro tired eyes. He was both mur- prined and alarmed. Usually a prac- teal, normal sort of girl, her recent excursions into the realms of intul- ton had been suffictently astontehing without this dream stuff. He also thought that he could tell the genesis of the dream, and the identity of the wn't asleep, But we'll just aay T ‘camed, which Ix easter than trying | W explain. And it seemed that this| Powerfu! person, with a wonderful #hining tace, took me by the hand, ON4 we fionted up thru the cefling of he house, and up into the afr, And feemed an if time and space had| exactly ceased to be, but were | which we could do as we with. ‘The wonderfal Being | held wy hand, said, ‘Don't be wonderful being seemed also known to him--he himself, in the way of dreams, being that astonishing en- tity, while the words he had uttered | at odd times, coupled with hts occ ional remarks concerning the hi tory of the Columbia basin project, | being seemingly enough to account for the dream-lectire. The hopeful promise which had to do with the happy ending of his davehter’s and Jack Carlson's love THE AW. T BELIEVE 1 HAVE THE PLEASURE OF ADDRESSING MRS. HOOPLE '= [ AM DOLIVER BOLGUM, LEGAL ADVIGER FoR YouUR ESTEEMED HUSBAND, MAJOR HOOPLE = HWE ~ AW REQUESTED ME TO CALL SOME NIGHT AND, ER= DRAW UP A WILL FoR Him! HMM — A WILL, BH? THE ONLY THING HE CAN LEAVE, 1S THiS HOUSE = IGS OF THE Dl WHERE THE 1S EVER In bicxtns 1S THAT ‘THING? NOTHING PLACE TWICE AROWND THIS House! FRECKLES AND HIS FRIENDS IFFS ‘THE SAME “1 don't O'Lantern understand it, was leaning He was unhappy Jack against and dejected in spite of the fact that uth turned up two the barn the corners of his m grin showing rows of enormous teeth “1 don't und the turkey most important Every night the children put a can die in me and carried me around on a broomstick and scared the whole tand it,” he sald to ‘or awhile I was the person hereabouts |neighborhood, and my, but we had | Jack o’Lante the fun.” “Yes, 1 know,” gobbled the tur sympathetically, “Indeed, | was very jealous of you getting all the attention. It just shows how fickl people are and how soon they tire of their friends. “Well, you don't need to be jeal ous now,” spoke up Jack o’Lantern with spirit. “The whole family have muddenly grown quite fond of you Master feeds you enough corn to he said to the turkey make you burst, and Mistress says & }domen tinws a day, My, but that |turkey is wetting fat! As for me, 1 SEATTL WHAT WERE YOU LOOKING FOR “THAT You HAD & woul looks to seo how thin I am] getting. 1 feel all gone inside!” | Jack o’Lantern sighed such enormous sigh that he fell over on the ground and his bead rolled off his broomstick body. “Now 1 done for,” he cried out weakly one will ever » me here.” Suddenly « voice asked, “Does any jone know where we éan find - | “Goodness! thought Jack o'Lan tern. “1 must be of some importance after all! Somebody hasn't forgot- ten me. 1 wonder who it is. Here I an m No nim!’ he called as loudly as he could. “Who wants me?" | “Nancy and Nick,” came Nancy’ laweet voice. “We're looking for Mother Goose's broom. Did you see it?” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Beattie Star) could be credited to the wish in the girl's mind. But that she should take the dream so seriously bothered Hammond, Was her mind breaking under the strain? Would it be best to let her go on be- Neving that Jack would eventuall marry her, and so subject her to the terrible shock of disappointment coupled with the agony of the certain verdict to disabuse her mind of any sort of hope, and so prepare her for the worst? For Hammond himaelf was In no happy frame of mind. Apart trom the stcain of the night there was the 4 or would tt be better to try | ptrain of wondering what would hap- pen next-—what form the next attack upon hia continuing to hold his Ini would take, ‘There was this, and the | general worry of the situation. Wut his daughter's state worrted him | most, He was in a quandary. Ther were moments when he almost de- cided to sell out, and leave; and then quitter. Besides, to sell out would not help Carlson and his daughter—-and this matter was more important than anything else. For Hammond could [not accept the argument of the |genial George, und helleve that old Takahira wenld be willing to forgive he would rage at himself for being a! | Mr. | STAR BY AHERN WHAT We Has PARKED on “TH’ LEGAL STEPS AFTER HE AUNT SARAM WHERE ARB You Gone ? FOUND fr AFTER LOOKING A DOZEN ar “Gaallle * * Sd <lJ By Mabel Cieland 4 = = Page 832 THE VIKST WHITE WOMAN IN Jt was Just too bad, Mother of sunshine in the rain,” and dear couldn't quite make up her |motherear underatood, and mind what to do about it. You | #dueesed his hand eee, it wan like this: David and} ©” UP thru Everett they went, Pegey had an invitation to go |Acrosn the Snohomish and Stilla with daddy and mother-dear way | guamish, and on up into that up imto Skagit county to spend | wonderful level country of bls a few days in the home of the| farms which peoply know as the very first white woman tn that | Swinamish Flats aty | And up there they heard talk of That was wonderfull But Pegsy |dyker, and floods which made had one of her croupy colds, and | Davie feo! as if he were i another the weather was rainy and bad, | country and, of course, she couldn't go.| Across the flats they drove over But, you know what sort of tue! paved roads which ran lke 4 girl she ts; when she saw how |ailver chain on which the green sorry mother-dear looked, and how | farms were strung, and presently KAGIT COUNTY long David's face grew, she|they left the pavement and clapped her little hands together | climbed to the top of Pleasant and said, “I know! You and! Ridge, and then they were at the her-dear, ani|home of Mrs. Rudene. then you can write me the story} And David was surprised to find that she tells you. And I'll have /his pioneer hostess not in a log it for a little book all my own.” house as he had pictured her, but I'm not sure there weren't some |in a great big house with electric tears the morning the rest of | lights and everything. them started off, when Peggy sat| And these farmers are so rich jn grandmother's lap and watch: |that their owners can bave pretty ed them go, but T don’t blame her;much what they like in their Davie can go, much, do you? tt really was a) homes. wonderful trip, But !t wasn't like that when They drove over the new road| Mrs, Rudene came to it, And her to Bothell, and the rain had |story—all brought out the grass till It was a regular spring green, and every hillside was afiame™ with autumn colors, David said, “I guess Peg would say they look like bushes ak true-—as mother-dear wrote it for Peggy, begins ‘way back before she came to the flats to when she was # baby in Olympia. (To Be Continued) ae hia son's killer if he could only get hold of the land of the two remain- ing white men, He took his daughter on his knee, and the notion of dis- ilustonizing her—-as he phrased It-~ vanished, No, tt would be bad enough when she was compelled to face the realty! Why not let her be buoyed up by her peculiar dreams for what time they would serve? He would even encourage her, and pretend to believe thet divine inspiration was behind them! ul hy aolation-—the words with which he meant to pretend to indorse the truth of her viston-—-were hardly apposite. “We are such stuff as dreams are made of, and our little, lives are rounded by # sleep,” he said. The girl laughed, “Rather 1 would’ say that ‘More things are wrought by prayer than “But, speaking of what you. quoted, my copy of the original manuscripts of Bacon's plays, which were dug out of the hole so long believed to he Shakespeare's grave, will be here to- morrow, Doesn't it seem strange to us—all that tremendous opposition to opening that grave? Graves of kings, not to spenk of mummies, were opened without opposition, merely to settle historical controver- sles, but one of the most important THE OLI) HOME TOWN PEABODY WAS SEEN EARLY TORAY WEARING UP SOME SIGNS SHE USED TO OvST TOWN MARSHAL OCTEY WALKER. this world dreams of,’ sho retorted. | disprove their religious views. Be- PAG T1 BY STANLEY RECENTLY I RER CamPn A-AAAA—AA- ABAA ast aali Aaaltt AAAARAAAA ADL New 3¢ DING That BLEATING MR. ADDUM, LC HEARD You MAKING NA NOISE CIKE A Goat OuT HERE. tL used. To HAVE A FeLLow WORKING HERE THAT CACKCED arguments of all was left unsettled because people protested against the opening of that grave at Stratford. They were lke the priests who were afraid that Galileo's telescope might til the proofs were discovered.” “Yes, daddy, but you wore willing to admit facts, when a lot of people won't! ‘There are people who even now say that Ben Jonson was paid to go to Stratford and put the manu- scripts in the grave by Francis Ba~ con, which means that Bacon not only stole plays of no use to him— which he dare not admit having writ- ten—but also took the trouble to copy them, all In his own handwrit- ing, so that, generations later, people would believe he wrote them, when it was after Pope and Addt- son before Shakespeare was admitted to be a great poet!" (Contin cause, if they were not afraid that opening the grave might prove that Bacon wrote the plays, why did they make such a fuss? Were they afraid of the ‘curse’? Well, their fears Justified!” Hammond pinched her ear, delight- ed_at her being able to discuss sub- Jects outside their trouble. “And, young lady, you won your bet from me, too! I was always a Shakapearolator, as you called It, 1n- ued Tomorrow)