The Seattle Star Newspaper, November 16, 1922, Page 17

a) working. THURSDAY, NOVEMBER THE LOCUST 16, 1922. BY S.B. H. HURST Author of “Qoomer Ali” Copyright, 1993, Seattle Star “And the loowsts went up over the land, and rested in afl the coasts; very greviows were they; dafore them there were no such leowsts a thew, For they covered the face of the whole edrth, 20 that the land was darkened; ond they did cat every herd of the land, and all the fruit of the trees."-—Baodus #, 14-15, (Continued From Yesterday) But so certain was Mary Carlson that the fury of Japanese Amert cans would return a verdict of guilty that she wondered why #0 much trouble was taken to prove Jack a murderer. Then she under stood. Mer intuition wee again Sho knew that the evi- dence was manufactured, of course, Dut Behind that she sensed the ao tual arrangement of the accusation —and its motive But again she failed to reduce this feeling to an intelligent concept. It would not have helped Jack tf she could have fone it. But the care—the reason fer the careful planning of the trial and the rehearsing of the wit- nesses became obvious, While ft was unlikely that an appeal could -CORNS © Lift Off with Fingers Doesn't burt a bit! Drop a little "Freezone” on an aching corn, In Stantly that corn stops hurting, then ghortly you fMft it off with fingers. ‘Truly! sells a tiny bottle of for a few cents, suffictent Temove every hard corn, soft corn, carn between the toes, and the cab without soreness or irritation. Your 4, DEFY GRAY HAIR matter FOLEY’S HONEY = TAR > ° O'MIGHT "Alright be obtained, if tt were, the records of the first trial would have much to do—all to do, in fact—with what happened afterwards Hence the| care, } But, angry with herself because | she could not put her finger upon | the motive behind It all—because It escaped her that Uren Takahira Was not dead—Mary grew angry Jenkins, His efforta were fu tile, and in her strained mind she began to blame him for this futility, forgetting that any lawyer in the world would have been futile in this Mary tay down upon her bed, and presently the teare came. They helped her to a sort of calm. She) would have to try to forget the | trial, She would forget! But even while she determined thus, the last | scene of jt projected itself forcibly into her consctousnoess. The jury had been out two hours. A mere matter of form, according to orders. With much solemnity they had returned. The judge and the prisoner loomed before Mary, in retrospect, as the only two per sons in the world except herself ‘The word GUILTY, of murder in the first degree, had seemed to come from a darkness akin to that | eternity preceding Mary's birth upon earth. It seemed to have reached out from that dark. To have been | waiting for that particular moment | of Time to reach off, and «trike, like @ snake made of that long line of years, GUILTY! Destinies, lives, deathe—thru the ages determined by some aingle word. If one could look back and hear those words: the yes or the| no; and then look forward and see | what would have happened had the | j words been reversed—-the no taking | the place of the yes, and vice versa. | So Mary found herself thinking that night. She had wanted to scream when the verdict was handed tn and read. but pride of race held her. Fol lowed the horritie formula, “Have } you anything to say why sentence | of death should not be passed upon your” There tf no more trenical sentence in the language of humanity. The Accused might may as much as would fill the lbraries of the world, but ft would avail him nothing. Surely, the questien of « lingering relio of the Inquisition, adding tor ture to agonyt And Jack Cartvon, white and strained, had swallowed and opened | his mouth to speak But he re Taained silent, conscious of the star ing crowd of alien people, merely shaking his head. Of what benefit would ft have been to have protest @d his innocence when both he and his attorney had been doing that thruout the trial, Neither, in the face of the crooked evidence, would m have availed anything to have said he did not intend to RUL That question is not meant to be ans ‘The girl had dug her finger nafs into the table when the fudge had paused before pronouncing sentence. Vaguely she had felt her father's jarm about her. From far away had jcome a voice, “This means nothing! It ts merely play! Jack ts not in any Ganger™ But i i iu f “t i g FH Ls Fd = 3 a, g between the Old Testament and the New. Mary had looked at Jack, and he at her, Surely this was only a bad dream! It couldn't really be true! Such « thing couldn’t happen to them, surely! It was not real, But a real sheriff had tapped Jack on the shoulder and bey |trol—to which she had clung as one might cling to the edge of a | precipice when to let go means death—left her. She remembered screaming, and fighting with her father, who tried to restrain her from running to the judge to beg him to reverse his sentence. Then a big wind had come roaring tbru the court room and t¢ night had jfallen. Hours later she recovered consciousness at home. And now—was it any use to Pray? When, after all, prayer might be nothing at all but s0 many babbled words? When the peace that sometimes ¢ame after intense suppiication might be mere- ly the reaction from the tumult causing the prayer? But few of us can avoid turning to someone when itn great trou To share our sorrow with some sym- pathetic friend seems to make it easier to bear, And the most sym- pathetic friend is often the one who says the least. These thoughts rambled tn Mary's tired brain, until she wondered somewhat irrationally if the reason for God's remaining silent was His great sympathy. The habit learned at her mother’s knee had been moulded by the years. To go to bed without saying her prayers would. mean that something would be lagking—she would miss something an4 wonder what it was untib she remembered the omission, ; OH MAJOR HOOPLE, Vou MADE A PROMIGE “TO SPEAK AT OUR CLUB SOME TIME, AND WE Wave You on DID You CALL MEP YES, WHERE HAVE You BEENP | “TOLD You To TAKE THESE Yes, AND WE WoULD LUKE Youd USE FoR YouR « TOPIC, HOME BREW NEXT “"Wespay NIGHT I AMO OFFICIATE ATA LODGE MEETING « WHAT A PITY OUR DATES $0 CONFLICT, TELL You- THERE WAS A MAN IN To ste PAPERS OFF MY DESK AN® GIVE THEM TO MRGREV - Now DO “Hello, children! How did you get here?” exclaimed Snow Man. The Twins climbed @ mountain and before long they came to a Right near was @ little house where a woodchopper lived, and out in the front yard stood a big white figure looking thoughtfully at noth- Snow Man,” whispered let's surprise him.” yelled “boo” so loudly that lan dropped his gun-stick and his butter-bowl hat slid down over his eyes. “Who is It? he gasped. “Is schoo! out already? I thought from the looka of the sky {ft was only 10 o'clock. Billy, please pick up my stick and straighten my hat. I'd be mortified to death if anyone saw me like this.” Nancy and Nick stepped around where Mr. Snow Man could see them. : “We're not Billy,” laughed Nancy, straightening hie hat. “My, my! Hello, chfidren! How aid you get here?” exclaimed Snow Man, talking as well as he could with his pipe in bis mouth. Nick explained thet no mountain was too steep for them to climb with their magio Green Shoes. And he was told about Mother Goose losing her broom, too, and how they were bunt- ing for it. “Did you happen to see it? asked Nandy. “I'm not sure, answered Snow Man tn a worried voles. “The chil dren found an old broom somewhere and chopped off the handle to make my gun. Will you please nee If it's the one you are looking for.” “Does it change color?” asked Nancy. “Mother Goose says her broom always matches the sky.” “No,” answered Snow Man fn a relieved voice, “This can't be it after all.” (To Be “Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) Andé this night the need was more than ever imperative. Altho in her pain somewhat rebellious, she knelt down, “©O God, what does tt aN mean? ‘There is #0 much pain in the world, and most of it could be avoided if people would only be decent. I can- not stand much more. Please help Jack, ...” Here her grief gripped her again, and she could pray no more, As if the morrow meant the end of the world, she crept into bed, Virt, Some weeks pasned—weeks which to Hammond and his daughter, and even to Tom Jenkina can best be Nkened to the delirium of sickness, And just as the dominating factor in an fliness is the hope and effort of getting well, so in this case was the hope of reversing or suspending the sentence of Jack Carlson, But it was not to be. In apite of every. thing Jenkins could legally do, THE SEATTLE STAR BY AHERN MARSRAL OTEY WALKER CLEARED UP THE MAIN STREET TRAFFIC PROBLEM TODAY BY SWITCHING SOME SLOW MOVING HORSES ONTO A SIDE STREET The Office Boy Evens Up FORGET - WHAT You! -{ DID HE WANT? F Teh De pepsin 6 OF COURSE You'D | HE SAID THAT HE WAS GOING ‘To KNOCK Your. Block OFF! abe THE ISLAND Peggy's Story Book—Chapter 8 Bome Gay, ff you start out in a row boat, and see how long it takes to go « little way, just re member the Wallace family, who traveled from Olympia to Whidby ialand in that way, It took them days and days to make the journey, and when they reached the island It was @ lonely wildernese~lonely past all believ- ing. On the side where Mr, Wallace took up his claim was not so much as an Indian village (that was at Crescent Harbor), just trees, great crowding, overshad- owing trees, and @ rocky shore, and gray water, “They had no one to help them foll tho great trees, and build a cabin ina hurry, They put up a tent, and at night, while the mother crooned to her baby, the rain fell lonesomely on the canvas | §) roof, and the waves washed lone somely against the shores, and the Hy winds whi -pered and sighed lone. somely thru the tall firs. And the mother hold her baby close while tthe Betay Jane, from her trundle bed, watched her mother’s face and never forgot the sadness of it, After @ time the house was Jack’s sentence was maintained. He must hang. And the days dragged toward that hahging. There i# no one with esuffictent imagination to Wsualize truly the sensations surrounding & man sen- tenced to be hanged, or those of his relatives. To compare such an end to an ordinary death ‘bed is an tll comparison, because in an ordinary death the worst element of death by eouttion is lacking. Dying from an fiiness @ man faces only what every other human being must face—death; in almost every case a relief from pain. And 835 built, And { was warmer and dryer and the stick-chimney with its wide open fire made a cheerful place of the plain room. Often Indians came te the house and made friends with Betsy, and she watched them eat the bread her busy mother had just finished baking. But most of all she watched the ships. They would come sailing in with their great sails making them look like white-winged birds, and the child would strain her eyes to watch them, and would whisper to herself, “They have come from the world! The world where people live! From the world!” Sometimes the ships would stop, and she would see strange foreign folks; seafaring men, who made much of her, and gave her little wifte, Then one day ehips stopped the water, on the other and men, many mon, got d she equld see them mov- were building big mill, there were human Betay folt Jens lonely an ed by the long hours. But other things, gerridle things, were coming, of whieh the little girl knew nothing. (To Be Continued) 0 ‘# there, wateh- About the man about to he hanged everything {s different. His health ts not impatred by {lIness, he clings to life. And the great uni- versal law of death is not operating in his case, No, instead, a certain group of men has usurped the func. tion of God, or Fate, whatever one may choose to call ft; and blindly, often hatefully, these men proceed cruelly to kill, There are even men who enjoy this ling; and there have been ministers of the gospel who have voted to sustain the death penalty in the legisiatura Comment that death is normal, an end of would be superfluous HE DID? wuar DID You say aN GR HERS'S DOWN FROM ¥6S TO BY ALLMAN 1 TOLO HIM 1 WAS SORRY You NOURSCLEE == NO QUESTION ABOUT THAT == PLAINLY MARKED — ad Sse Here SURE ENOCH, THE TAG 1S 5} PLAINLY HakKeD, AND 1% BEGINS W LooK Buch animals pathy and imagination. Further,| they group every murderer, or s0- called murderer, into one. Treat them all alike, is their notion. Well, to think clearly concerning the dif- ferences between men, their bring- ings up, their opportunities—this re- quires mental effort. It ts easier for those lacking the ability to think to “treat them all alike,” to refuse to consider the matter from the standpoints of humanity and logic. Those who atill favor as Punishment should have witnessed the farewell between Jack Carlson lack both sym-!and Mary these two young hearts; the facing of the inevitable, We lackd