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

FRIDAY, NOVEMBER 17, “and the very eravions were they od, and they did cat ever, “Beodua a, 14-16, (ontinoed From Yesterday) The of eemrade in France. ack nich to 90 yours, gon and he had lain together in the wor his old friend and! itis mind went when Carl trenches. Of their talks, of their| dopes, their dreams. | One thing they had both agreed wpon; to that star both men had! hitched their wagons. | They would marry the girls who| waited back home for them aud then start lite where all life began —on the land, There woul! their work be, there would they rear their ¢hildren, and there would they pass ext in « happy sunset of Ife. So those two boys had dreamed, | The war had been won, and, like many other discharged soldiers, they had become interested in the «reat project of the irrigation of the Co. lumbia Basin. Several hundred old @idiers had taken up land there made their homes there, reared their families there—that ts, they had tried to rear their families there vo need to play again with details. One by one “circumstances” had forced them to give up, until only Hammond and Carlson remained. Bettor would it have been to have gone; better to have seen with fear the signs of the storm, and run to cover to It would have been better have quit thought but Hammond as he only because of what a he knew. He coul@ see that rf he had sold out, the ident of Jack's killing With Steel Fingers (A Thrifling Short Story ef the “Triumphs of M. Jonquelle” Series, by Melville Davison Post, Copyrighted, 1922, N. B. A. Service, Inc) (Continued From Page 6 by Lord Winton's manservant. I have said ‘fortunately,’ because thts “atit, Staley, was able to con- my statement. “The whole of the low vault was cluttered with straw, piled and heaped with it, like a farmer's rick. It was this aspect of the place that gave me the impression that It had not been entered for a long time. | And it was true it had not been dis- turbed for a long time. The walls and the Moor of this cellar were stone; the ceiling was of wood crossed with heams dried out like tin- @er, and the bins, as I have said, | Bau ansou Lord Winton's door. were heaped with the straw in which THE LOCUST oousts wont up over the land, and re. | Had he the power to delay the exe | | the governor were auffictent—which, ariee away {fom | something friendly about the tick of 1922. BY 8S. B. H. HURS' Author of “Goomer Ali OOPTTiEDt, 1ORR, Beattic Star 4 im all the coasts fore them there were no awoh locusts as they covered the face of the whole earth, se that the lend w Nerd of the land, and all the fruit Uren Takahira would not have ox curred; and, perhaps, his old friend Carlson would have lived for man more happy years. If they had ont left the Basin with the other boys Hammond was very nervow Slight wounds which ordinarily bh Would not have noticed, made him start Mke claps of thunder n tioking of the clock on the mantel haunted him with an irritating per niate He glared at it, ax if it bad been some sentient thing, ar noying him purposely, He took « few more turns up and down tb room, then he walked up to th: fireplace and deliberately stopped the ok Me began to think again of his girl, lying on her bed in an « he vould not even comprehend. & woman's love is a far more « plicated emotion than a man’ In volved in it are feelings alien to masculine emotion—more penetrat ing, more poignant, more unselfish It is not that woman is the weaker it is that she has greater capacit for suffering. An Airplane bussed tte way ove the bungalow, and anger came bringing momentary relief. Sim lar noises had gone along wit the German raids over hospita tents in the years gone by Jack Carlson was to be hanged at 8 in the morning! Despite all be could do to prever Hammond found himself vis and the minute Would Jack b atly Hammond nd that he would Was he asleep at He thought of tele realized the absurdity It was awful to think that the nearest and dearest ef the dying man could not com municate with him, could not even wish him their best at his last They would awaken him in the morning, and with that travesty of the state's hospitality ask him what it, iting the execution. leading up to it able to sleep? hoped he would not wake up. that moment? phoning, but of the notion he would have for breakfast! Then they would watch him, as they might a new species of animal watch his eating or his fasting, as the case might be A minister, with the comforts of the church. Surely that was the unkindest cut of allt | There came over horrible fear that the hangman might bungle the job. In fancy he could see Jack Carlson swinging at the end of the rope, slowly, horribly agonizedly choking to death. How many—how few!—men die at once,! when the drop is made! They would give back his body, with that ghastly blue mark around his neck*—they would return the empty shell to those who loved the boy. The empty shell; the soundless husk Was there nothing—could nothing be done? Hammond remembered the re-| marks of the genial George. Would) it be any use appealing to Takahira. | Hammond the cution? Even if his influence with courne, it wae—would he listen to a plea? Certainly not! Use his tn- uence to help the man who had killed his son? The idea wae ab) surd. Yet if there had been « bance, Hammond would have been willing to crawl on his hands and * to the boss, offering him verything he possessed—for Mary's sake. The hours passed slowly. It was (fter midnight, Presently « footstep | artied Hammond, and he turned| o me Mary—who looked years old. er than she was—coming into the room. No word passed between them. He took her hand, and they / sat down together on the couch. Another hour passed. All that time neither the father oe the daughter had spoken a word; but at the passing of the hour Mary) suddenly looked up and said. ‘Daddy, the clock has stopped) Inconsequential as the remark |sounds, it was not so. There is @ clock, and in her tense mood, with | seemingly an unfriendly world ar- rayed against her sweetheart and | innumerable wine-cases had been) rseit, she minsed the voice of the | packed. “Lord Winton had described the wine which he wished so that I could not mistake it. But he was not cer tain in which bin it was to be found, and I had to make @ search of very Dearly the whole of the cellar. This did not disturb me, for Lord Wintou had fixed an hour as the length of the visit of the person whom he ex- pected, and who, in fact, had arrived. And I was not to return until that time. It was, as nearly as I can de- termine, about 11 o’clock of the night when I went down the steps to the wine-cellar,” ‘The man remained silent a mo- ment as if in some contemplation. Finally he continued: “An unfortunate accident occurred. | In rising from a bin over which I had been stooped, the candle touched a wisp of straw hanging from above, and immediately the dried-out, half- rotten wood of the beamed ceiling flashed into flame.” He paused again. “I was appalled, but I did not lose my sense of necessity. I undertook to put the fire out. I made a des- perate effort againat It, there in that underground cell, for I knew house must burn if this whole wood ceiling took fire. The ph filled with smoke. impossible to breathe, hut I did not give up the fight against the fire Finally when I was blinded, choked and very nearly unconscious, I broke open the door leading from the base- ment of the house and ran out Into the street. It seemed that I should never breathe, and I captinued run. “You know what followed, 1 was taken up by one of the Metropolitan police; the burntng house was en- tered, and Lord Winton brought out. He was dead! The small blade of a knife had been driven into his body few down on the right «ide. The wound, ranging upward, was deep. It, had severed a vital artery.” ‘The final installment of this thrill. ing mystery will appear in our next lasue, DR. FNWIN J BROWN’S DENTAL OFFICES 106 Columbia St. Beattle’s Leading Dentist for More Than 21 Years, 4 to the | It became very, hearty | | clock. That was the way Hammond reasoned, surprised tho he was when she spoke, and went over to the mantel to start the thing. And |then he realized what Time meant }to them all, and saw in stark relief again the difference between the \dying of Jack Carlson and an ordi- {nary death. | | Time was killing him, as It were. There was no reprieve from Time. |Time would continue to pass, and during one certain second of its passing Jack would die. Time was all that counted, The physical con- |dition of the bey was not the changing cause, as when a man dies jin bed. And there are no doctors, no drugs with which to halt the passing of Time. Time, the bringer of consequences and forgetfulness. A sudden notion came to the man. It was mostly | Time that counted now. In a few) hours Ji would be dead. The} greatest agony for Mary was this | waiting for Time's passing, If she | could only sleep. To sleep would be! |to forget for the time, And the | hours would roll by! There was the | solution—for how could he stand to} | Watch impotently her awful agony | when that clock struck eight? She must sleep. He would get a doctor, jand in some way make her sleep. It would be possible to give her something—Pretend it was a stimu lant—and send her to sleep for 20 hours, The awakening would be ter-| rible enough, but not so terrible as| the being awake when that Iittle clock on. the mantel struck eight | She might not survive that minute. And even if it did not kill her, her reason might cease to function, Yes, he would send for a doctor; and if she asked why, say that he himself was sick. Then the doctor could | suggest a stimulant for Mary—so that she could the better watch her father! The doctors in the Basin were all Japs, but that would not | matter. Hammond got off the couch, “Where are you going, daddy?” Hoe turned to answer, Her eyen, unnaturally bright, stared at him| out of black circles. He wondered |how she had managed to so control [her voice, With a great effort he) janswered with fair naturalness: | "I am feeling il, dear—thought i'd phone for a doctor!” | The girl seemed to stare thru his! i mind, reading all that was hidden | do There was something awful in i ae violently. They stared at | her, the girl began to walk across there. THE SBATTLE OUR BOARDING HOUSI MRS. HOOPLE = 7 FOR A You'Lt WAVE TO FACT® “MAT FIND A WAY To REGISTER UP DELIVER SOME HEAT UP “To Thar BOOTH OF OURS ANAWN FROM 1 KNowW oNTHTHIRD FLooR,| | TW’ FURNACE = awe. |l Lor ELse Wet || MYFEET ARE, | | tee FA PACK OURTRAPS | | SO.COLD IN-THY | | ORDER PN AN SEEK A MORNING WHEN, Bn cwtig ew Roowr? TWALK AROUND won Gnik y “TH' ROOM, MY TOE ROOM! JOINTS SOUND y Lik K Dp UG WANT HEAT DOINGS OF THE DL TOM, THIS MORNING WHEN You LEFT FoR THE OFFICE | ASKEO You To DO SOME THING FOR ME ~ DID You Bur 1 01D FRECKLES EXT JUM “How should I know anythin marked indignantly. “We must ask Jumping-Jack if lhe has seen Mother Goose's broom,” | come by yourself honestly?” |naid Nick to Nancy when they had| left Snow Man. So off they ran and found Jump ing-Jack hanging in a toy shop. “Mother-Goose’s broom!" exclaimed Jumping-Jack when the Twins told vim errand, He jerked clothespins. “How should I anything about an old broom?” remarked indignantly. he “You needn't be disagreeeb! said Nancy. ‘You're made of one, I guess.” “Ah I? #xclaimed Jumping-Jack in surprise. “Honest? I never thought of that before, Well, I'd rather be made of something sub: stantial like a broom than be stuffed with sawdust like Teddy Bear or cot- ton like Rag Doll, or with nothing but wind like the Balloon and the Drum,” “Now you're talking like a sen- THERE DOESN EVEN GIVE US ; = REMEMBER WHAT IT WAS AND HIS FRIENDS aA his | arms and legs until they rattled like | know | E SOMEBODY'S NOCKIN’ ON -t5 2 AN & DIXON /FFS | GAVE You LETTER To FOR ME~ Di MaiL IT? | DON'T "mM SURE wr! a PING-JACK ” | ny about an old broom?” he re-| jsible person,” said Nick. “Did you| “Say,” declared Jumping-Jack, rat: | |tling bis bones again. “Not having |had any education I can't understand la single word you say. Why, I didn’t jcome by myself at all! Somebody whittled me out of wood and brought me here.” “Can't you remember {f it Mother Goonse’s broom you whittled out of? said Nick |been stolen.” Suddenly another voide spoke up. It was Wooden Soldier, “I heard | |what you said,” he remarked, “Hut |Jumping-Jack wasn't made out of al lbroom at all, He was made out of a was were |clothes-prop. I know, for my broth.) ers and I were made out of the) pieces: | We're sorry if we offended you,” apologized the Twins. “Goodby, Mr. Jumping Jack!" (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) “gil right, daddy, him give me anything’ “What do you mean, Mary?” “I think I understand, daddy. o But I won't! . If Jack has to keep awake thru these terrible hours, then I'll stay awake with him! It's no use, daddy. Don't try to talk me out of it, If Jack were dying natuPally, my place would be at his bedside, I cannot be there, but the least I can is to #tay awake!” But I won't lot | the calmness with which she spoke, | She was steadied and upheld by the |unseen—by the millions of women | sorrows and strength had come to} help her in her own r of need.) She did not stand alone. We never do, Behind us, either to help or hin- der, stand all our ancestors, | “Mary! Hammond sought for! the volee of authority, “Mary, I—" The telephone bell rang, and both| |the man and the girl started and 1 SPREAD Ih WINTER: 115 IN THE PENGUIN STAR VHERS RY IF THose EGGS ARE GONNA RUN THAT OIL. STOVE, SOME NIGHT We'LL BE PUTTIN’ ON OUR SOX ON A Hose THAT ATTIC BIN ONE 60 COLD UP MERE “TH’ | ALARM CLOCK Won't WorK UNLESS Y'PUTE \GLOVES ON (1S HANDS { 1 wm S NEST— He Didn’t Get Away With It A MAIL Dd You L——_ pip 1? WHY OF CouRSE | DID! ‘a * yf Or . So things went along till Be’ the year 186 Down the sound there had been terrible Indian war on the whites, and Mr. been wise enough not to settle at Alki or the Village of Seattle. More families had moved in and bullt other ttle homes on the island, and the Indians who came a peaceful and Things grew won. about seemed friendly tribe derfully when they were planted. Col, Ebey had a fine farm on the other side of the island and he also had neighbors not more than five or «six miles away, and everything began to look hopeful Of course, times were hard Money was scarce as hen's teeth, and there was little to buy with But after all that was not alto gether bad, for if one had wanted to buy, the nearest stores were at Steilacoom or Olympia, and that was quite a way to go after a spool of thread or two-bits worth of sugar, A wes school had been started for the children, taught by Mr. Lisle (Betsy Jane doesn't know even yet how the man’s salary was ever managed) and Betsy learned to read and write and ee HH one another, making no move to answer the phone, What did it mean, the phone on this night—this early morning, of all mornings in their lives? The phone rang again, and con- _ ,| whose blood ran In her veins, whone| tinued to ring. Sudden hopes and fear ran thru the Hsteners. What had happened? | Both felt weak, but the man was! the weaker, Something in the wom- an upbore her, “Please answer it, Mary,” gasped Hammond. “I—I can—nott" As if walking towards some vora- cious animal which meant to kill ie _By Mabel Cleland _4 Page 83 INDIANS TROUBLE THE SETTLERS Peggy's Story Book—Chapter No. 4 Jane was § years old, and it was Wallace was glad he had! coming PAGE 17 HE OLD HOME TOWN BY STANLEY PAN CAKE ACCESSOR Es — SHRUPS - CAKE TURE ¢- Dove t EOGED VAIVE s Tome stom < MARSHAL OTEY WALKER FROZE IN HIT TRACKS WHEN HE SAW AUNT SARAH PEABODY ALL DECKED OUTIN A NEW DRESS WHERE DID You MAIL 11? GIVE ME THAT LETTER! 1 KNOW THAT THE POST Box 1S NO LONGER AT THE CORNER! (T HAS BEEN MOVED over RIGHT Down HERE IN THE ( conner MAIL Box! ASAT, BY BLOSSER FIRST THING HANO Me THaT MEGA PHONG. vattle + 2: | ‘clpher” there. all was well, And, as I say, indeed, compared with that first year on Whidby island, and no one 80 as dreamed of what was very well, much a a= 5 i — Gia wis pe. DEAR NGIGHBORS CAN'T SES YOU, 1 KNOW YoURE THGRE $$ AS WG Move ti GACH ARTICLS OCF COUR HOVSEHOLD COODS WILL PASS UNDER CRITICAL SCRUTINY. THAT THTRE MAY BS NO GRRORS IN YouR APPRAISAL Tt SHALC ANNOUNCES THE COST PRICE OF GACH ARTICLS. WHEN NeW. You FILL YouR SYS AND ce FICe YouR EARL I THANK “ou It came just as so much trouble in this world comes from a misunderstanding. From that and from # thing called “vengeance,” which is about the worst brew that can be cooked up in human hearts, Yes, it came from ignor ance, too, and ignorance run wild, is a pretty dangerous thing. Along about this time of year in 1856, near Port Gamble, a party of over a hundred Northern In dians came down and made much trouble at points along the sound They took whatever they wanted, and spotled whatever they wanted to spoil, And so the commander of the U. 8. 8. Massachusetts sent out a peace party to tell them they couldn't do those things. The Indians were insolent and horrid, and paid no more atten- tion to the command of this of- ficer of the government than some people pay to commands of their teachers. They went right on stealing and killing things. So the commander got ready to fight (To Be Continued) PO the room to the telephone—fearfully. Its ringing ceased. For a moment she stood, breath Again the phone rang, as if central was giving one more touch before saying ‘They | don’t answer!" Mary grasped the receiver abruptly, eagerly. “Hullo” she cried, her voice wa- vering. Hammond sat up on the couch, watching with frantio interest. Then he saw his daughter drop the receiver from nervetess fingers, him away—pointing to the reoelver| “... and the warden says," Jack | with one hand—hardly able to speak. | way evidently continuing tn the be For @ second he hesitated, Then, jjef that he still spoke to Mary, suddenly, she recovered, strug: “the warden says that he has hated gled free, ran to the phone, picked) oja ‘Takahira for years, and would up the receiver. |like "to do him dirt. He says he “It's Jack talking!” she screamed,!can help me escape, and that he in a voice at once incredulous and| knows so much about Takahira and happy. |the rest of the bunch that they But tho she tried, she could not|daren't make a fuss, But it's got talk coherently. She seemed unable|to made worth his while, he says. to understand what had at first| Of course I said I'd give all I had and stagger away from the phone/scemed like a voloe from the dead, | ~All my father left me tn his will as if struck, Weakly she surrendered the receiver | but he says that isn't enough, He ran to her ald, put his arms|to her father,,who now, with the|I.. .” (Continued Tomorrow Ae bout hex; but ahe tried to push’ possibility of action, felt stronger,