The Seattle Star Newspaper, December 15, 1922, Page 16

Pein ~< (Continued From Page 6) ®oane about him, the anxious, Inter. eated faces, faded from his consctous hess, Thunder Lake! fome time, Thunder Lake had had the most Intimate associations with his life The name etirred him and Somewhere, moved him; dim voloes whispered M™ his ears about ft, but he couldn't Quite catch what they sald. Hel Groped and reached In vain. There was no doubt but that an Under-consctousness bad full know! edge of the name and all that ft meant. But tt simply could not Feach that knowledge up into his consctous mind, Abner Darby! It was curtous what ®@ flood of tenderness swept thru him as, whispering, he repeated tho | name. Some one olf and white- haired had been named Abner Dar by: some one whom he had once worshipped with the fevor of boy hood, but who had leaned on his shoulders in latter years. Since h own name was Darby, Abner Darby itity, his father; but Feasoning —Intellirence, rather than his memory, him eo, The name of Futth Darby confured | up in his mind a childhood play- mate,—a girl with towzled yellow curls and chubby, confiding little| hands. But these dim mem-/| ory-pitcures went no further; there were no later visions of Edith as a young woman, blossoming with vir-/ gin beauty. They stopped short, and | he had a deep, compelling sense of grief, The child, unquestionably a sister, had Wkely died in early years. The third name of the three, Mac- Lean’s College, called up no mem- ories whatever. “I can hardly say that I remem. | ber much about them,” he responded | at last. “I think they'll come plainer, | tho, the more I think about them. I Just get the barest, vaguest ideas.” “They'll strengthen in time, I*h sure,” Forest told him. “Put them | out of your mind, for now, Let it} be blank.” The allenist again leaned | toward him, his eyes searching There ensued an instant’s pause, @ certain quality of sus- . on Forest «poke quickly, sharply. “Wolf Darby!" In response a curious tremor) Passed over Ben's frame, giving in| some degree the effect of a violent | start. “Wolf Darby.” be repeated | hesitantly, “Why do you call me that?’ “The very fact that you know the name refers to you, not some one else, shows that that blunted mem-| ory of yours has begun to function in some degree. Now think. What do you know about ‘Wolf’ Darby?! Ben tried tn vain to find an an- swer. A whole world of meaning Lingered just beyond the reach of Ms groping mind; but always it eluded him. It was true, however, that the name gave him a certain, sense of pleasure and privie, as if it had been used in compliment to some of his own traits, Far away and long ago, men had called him “Wolt™ Darby: he felt that perhaps the name had carried far, thru many sparsely settled districts. But what had been the occasion for it he did not know, He described these dim memory Pictures; and Forest's air of satis faction seemed to imply that his own theories tn regard to as | case were recetving justification. Hi appeared quite a little flushed, deep- ly intent, when he turned to the next feature of the examination. He guddenly spoke quietly to old Ezra ‘Melville; and the latter put a small, cardboard box into his hands. “I want you to see what I have here,” Forest told Ben. “They were your own possessions once—you went them yourself to Abner Darby, your late father—and I want you to see if you remember them.” FRIDAY, DECEMBER 15, 1 | white cotton. | Dia brown fa lcurtous thing, resulting in many 1920- Little, Brown & Canpany the governor, was breathless with interest In his chair; Forest had the | ' ' ' rapt look of @ scientist In some en-) grossing experiment. Ho opened the box, taking therefrom a roll of Thia he slowly un-| rolled, revealing two small, ribboned ornaments of gold or bronze, Ben's starting eyes fastened on} them. No doubt he recognized them. | A look of veritable anguishd swept » and all at once small drops of motsture appeared on his brow and thru the short hairs at his temples, The dark scar at his temple was suddenly brightly red from the pounding blood beneath, “The Victoria Croan, he sald slowly, brokenly, “I won it, didn't I—the day—that day at Ypres the day my men were trapped His words faltered then. The wheels of his memory, starting into motion, were atilled once more. Again the great darkness dropped ver him; there were only the medals in their roll of cotton, and the on fragments of @ story—of jome wild, stirring event of the war just gone~remaining in his mind Yet to Forest the experiment was an unqualifi of course,” t of itt" he ex claimed ed to McNamara the governor, “His brain is just as sound as yours or mine, With the right environment, the right treatment, he'd be on the straight! toad to recovery. In a general way of speaking he has recovered now largely, from the purely temporary trouble that he had before.” McNamara focused an intent gaze first on Ben, then on the altenist, “It ta, then—as you guessed.” “Absolutely. The night of his ar- rest marked the end of his trouble you might aay that his brain simply snapped back into health and began to function normally again, after a period of temporary mania from shell-shock. It is true that his mem. ory wag left blank, but there doesn't seem to be any organic reason for it to be blank-—other than lack of In centive to remember, Catch me up, if you don't follow me. In other words, he has been slowly convalerc- ing since that night: under the proper stimuli I have no doubt that everything would come back to him.” “And our friend here—Melville— offers to supply those stimull.” “Exactly. And it's up to you to say whether he gets a chance.” Thoughtfully the exuctive @rummed his desk with hia pencil Presently a smile, markediy boyteh and pleasant, broke over his face More than once, in the line of duty imposed by his high office, he had been obliged to make decisions con trary to every dictate of mercy. He was all the more pleased at this op- portunity to do, with a clear con science, the thing that his kindness prompted. He turned slowly in his chair. “Darby, I suppose you followed what the doctor said? he asked easily. “Fairly well, I think.” “I'l review it, tf I may. It eeems, Ben, that you have been the victim of @ strange set of unfortunate cir cumstances. Due to the efforts of an olf family friend—a most de- voted and earnest friend if I may my so—we've looked up your record, and now we know more about you than you know about yourself. You served in France with Canadian troops and there, you will be proud to know, you won among other hon’ ors, the highest honor that the government of England can award a hero, There you were shell shocked, tm the last months of the war, “You aid not return to your home. Shell-shock, Forest tells me, is a forms of mania. Yours led you into sponatble for deeds done while you shock. Ben's eyes fastened on the box;|crime, For some months you lived and the others saw a queer drawing/as a desperate criminal in Seattle. of the lines of his face, a curious| You came to yourself in the act of tightening and clasping of his fing-| breaking into a bank, only to find ers. There waa little doubt but that|that your memory of not only your Nizance of the contents of that box. He was trembling slightly, too—in excitement and expectation — and his subconsciousness had full | Ezra Melville, suddenly standing) erect, was trembling too, The mo- ment was charged with the utter- most suspense. Evidently this was the climax tn the examination. Even McNamara, days of crime but all that had gone before was left a blank. That night, ag you know, marked your arrest. “Forest has just explained that you are organically sound—that the recovery of your memory fs just a matter of time and the proper stimuli. Now, Ben, it isn’t the pur- pose of this state to punish men when they are not responsible for * Page “KILL! KILL! KILL” This story ts not a bit a funny one, but pioneer life, Just Ike any other life, was like that, with sad things and gla4 things, and funny things, and terrible things all fol lowing each other along in the course of the years. The only dif- ference being that the things which came to pioneers, all sorts of things, seem to have been big ger than the things which hapyen to us now, One day after Libby and Sam were quite a bit older, and there were two other bables in the Cal- houn home on Whidby island, it happened that Mr. Calhoun was away. Libby and Sam, too, had gone to epend the afternoon with some Mt ty friends who lived on a nelgh- boring farm, and Mra» Calhoun and her sister were alone in the house with the babies. Along in the afternoon the chil- dren saw a great big Indian come stealthily up toward the barn where they were playing. “My! he's acting strangely,” Libby said to Sam. “Wonder what's the matter with him!’ The children Be be gee watched the In nearer and neaser, They could vee ES oH A ar le _« AN. By Mabel Cleland Grallle _» | 560 hia long brown arms, bare nearly to the shoulder (he had on a white man’s shirt with the sleeves rolled back), and they could see the gleam of a big knife which he carried in his hand. Hoe came—somewhat slowly— toward the barn, his head thrust forward, his eyes gleaming, his teeth showing in a queer, animal- like snarling way, and as he came, he muttered, and this ‘ls what he said; “Kill! Kill! Kull Mamook memaloose!” He reached the barn, and circling round and round it, he || crept to every opening and peered in, brandishing the knife and mut- tering over and over and over the terrible words, sometimes in Eng- |, lish, sometimes in Chinook, “Kill! J) Mim! Kilt" Presently he left the barn, still In the strango wavering in which he had come, brandishing the knife, and still muttering the cruel words, he started toward the Calhoun's house. “gam,* Libby ried poftly, “Mama and aunty are alone, We've got to get home and keep care of ‘em, We'll haye to slip || by him somehow, and run like the ff) wind,” (fo Be Continued) Oe and way still OUR ROARDING HOU 1 HONESTLY THINK ITHINK WE OUGHT ‘To RAISE “WE PRICE OF ADMIGS- 1ON FROM “THAN EDWIN) BOOTH Dip! “THEY ACT BETTER THE SEATT SE DOWN ON YouR KNEES SIR COURTNEY, You cuR, INNOCENT MAID !@ T'LL WAVE You UNDER- STAND“THAT IN MY RAIGE A HAND TO & WOMAN BUT A SCHOOL PUPIL! ROM MAKES ME WAS) TH! DISHES TAMGHT-OW, WELL, T AINT GQUMBLN NONE © T AIN'T S* HARD AS IT Los” their deeds. Melville tells me that your record, In your own home, was the best; your war record alone, I believ would entitie you to the Mmit of mercy from the state 1 don't nee how we can hold you re- were mentally disabled from shell “All you need for complete re- covery, to call everything back tn your mind, ts the proper stimull. At least that t# the opinion of Doctor Forest. What those proper stimull are of course no one knows for sure—but Doctor Forest has a theory; and I think he will tell you that he will share the credit for it with the same man who has been your friend all the way thru. They think they know what ts best for you. The decision has been put up to me as to whether or not they shall be permitted to gtve it a trial, “This good friend of yours has offered to try to put it thru. He has a plan outlined that he'll tell | you of later, that will not only be! the ‘best possible influence toward | recalling your memory, but will also | sive you a clean, new start In life. A chance for every success. “So you needn't return to Walla Walla, Darby. I'm going to parole you—under the charge of your bene- factor, Melville, from now on it's up to you.” The littl, withered, gray man looked very solemn as he rose, The others were stricken Instantly solemn | too, surprised that the droll smile they were #0 used to seeing had died on the homely, kindly face. Even his twinkling eyes were sobered too, Vaguely amused, yet without scorn, McNamara and Forest got up to shake his hand. “I'll look after him,” Melville assured them, “Never fear for that.” Slight es he was, wasted by the years, his was a figure of unmis takable dignity as he thanked them, gmvely and earnestly, for their kindness in Ben's behalf. Soon after he and his young charge went out together, (Continued Tomorrow) EVERETT TRUE #95 NOCKXYT NUMGER ON THE PROGRAM 1s A PIANO Soco,. De POYND WiLL RendDeR THE FAMIYUAR - ‘ COMPOSITLON wan Gio tit CCD | “HUMOKRE SQUE y CeTt wite BE WORTH APMISSION “Mov THE ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING CHINATOWN ALICE BEGIN HERE TODAY The high spirite of " PA RSC rebelled against her gr The girl ran away , married w DA* happily for « few r daeniy died, pe steps toward years, Arriv home in t her mother y after her ro- turn her father ann 4 that & vie itor had arrived to nee her. GO ON WITH THE STORY A girl was seated at the end of the long, low lounge in the sitting room, The swagger angle of her jade tam and the perky bunches of yellow hair visible below, mocked her thin, white and almost tragic face. Her cheap crepe blouse was bended. A string of green glass beads lay heavy on her bony shoul, ders. There was a child beside her, “You wanted to wee me? There was a touch of sympathy in Kate Ward's voice as she approached the girl with hand outstretched, Tho girl turned from the window out of whieh she had been staring, nif to ceaadhcconbionl tan A my then a MONK. ‘ou've his wikeeven’s youl’ thing within seumed to anap, sullenly, “His wife?’ Kate's band dropped to her side. “Aren't you Mrs, Dan Ward?” the girl questioned. “I was—Mr, Ward—is dead,” with an effort, “I know it,” shortly, “and that’s why I've come.” With her hand on the wall, Kate steadied herself a minute, then she sat down beside the strange girl. “What do you mean? Tell me,” faintly. “I've come for—for my share! fiercely. “I don't care for myself— it’s for Dorothy here. I want her to have the kind of a home she should.” “Your share “Yes, my share," her tone was hard. ("I think you'd ought to—to help! She'd ought to have @ home like this with lots o” yard and de: people and nice clothes} She oug! to have things! She-she wag hi The words snapped from the small, cruel mouth of the girl, She was leaning toward Kato with the look of a woman ready to battle to the Jaot, "Oh! Nel Nol Don't tell me thati" recoiling, Kato Ward's voice broke, — AND APOLOGIZE “TO “THIS COUNTRY No ONE ‘DARES IF YoU CAN PLAY “HUMORESQ@UB" AS WEeLc AS STAR BY AHERN | LE THE OLD) HOME TOWN. 4K Wen Wen~ HAVE A, APPLES FOR FRITTERS CARE JACK DAGHLEIGH 22) ae 2, ,y scm OR CIDER B wie YOU KNAVE ! *ONE FALSE Pi ry 325 _ - MOVE AND L WILL FILL 7A Vfe)y % Yon wae We . @)) OZ \ NOUR UMBRELLA Wit AP { OUSHT To HOLES!» BE-WAH ! UNDER “THIS CLOAK T WAVE A DEADLY WANDKERCHIERP “THAT, WILL BLOW You . CELEBRATE ge” CaLapnrre|, BOTH “To ; ® a — CTAATS A LOAD’ OFF MY MIND MAYOR SIMON DOOLITTLE AND TOWN MARSHAL OTEY WALKER WERE RELIEVED OF A BIG FEEDING PROBLEM WHEN THE TWO WHO HAVE BEEN EATING THE TOWN INTO DEBT DUG THEIR WAY OUT OF JAIL WITH A PUTTY KNIFE TM DISUES ARE ALL WASHED MOM= MR. REGINALD THs PRICE OF NOBBY KIRK EXPECTED 40 CUT A BIG SPLASH WITH HIS NEW CAR BUT INSTEAD GOT ABIG CUT IN HIS SALARY. © currents of her emotion were loosed A terrible tumult rocked her soul. She wanted to cry out with @ pain which was almost physical in its in- tensity, “It it was for me I was asking it'd be different. But it’s for her— and I mean she should have it, I'm ready to fight, I've nothing to lose!" There was a certain tone of domi nance In the girl's voice, She seem ed to feel that she had the whip hand and to find Joy tn laying on the lash with mighty strength, “It wouldn't be right if she didn’t share, And T mean she should—do you hear?” the girl demanded, "Yea — but-- who are your" dazed! “Me? ‘The girl stood, pulled off her tam, revealed a wild mass of short, yellow hair and then, with one hand on her hip, drew herself up to her full height, = * “I'm Alice—Chinatown Alice!" she said haughtily as if the name carried an honor, "And you knew Mr, Ward?" ques: Kate, u mean Danteyes, “Did it cure anybody else? the Wizard. “Land yes! Ol4 Mr. Mud completely over his hay fever, Frog's rheumatism just melt away, Mary Muskrat entire washing without once her lumbago, end. Billy tootitonty gave one jump. The os a “Well now, what is it this time, D Green Wizard kindly, A week after Dr, Snuffles paid his first visit to the Green Wizard, he e galn G-o-ling-a-ling,” went the door bell of the big pine-tree where the Wizard lived, Nancy answored it, as she had be- fore, Dr, Snuffies climbed the steep to Dr, Snufflest* asked the Green Wis- ard kindly, “What can I do for you? Didn't my magio medicine cure all your patients?” “Yes, yos indeed!" said Dr. Snut- flos, “It was wonderfull Mrs, Rab- bit said hor dyapepsia was complete- ly gone. The only trouble was that I knew him," A triumphant grin spread over the face of Chinatown Alice, ‘(To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1922, by Seattle Star) NEW YORK, Deo, 1.—Aa two ataira, the Green Wizard said how-do- | now youdo and Nick set a chair—all ex: /|tuce wotly ae it had happened before, ‘The “Well now, what is is this time, 'as a tenants were being ejected from the bak door of a double house hi movers were installing the now aut thru the grout doom she had her appetite, the let- e,