The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 18, 1923, Page 11

PAGssssSssies itis sessssssssccstStsssssessterec i stsSSttesSSSaSsses THE SKYLINE OF SPRUCE By EDISON Copyright, 192%, Lith Ssttessssscssl Sisiestesssisstsss i231 (Conti@ued From Yesterday) Ben drew his pistol, then walked up| He drew. slowly 4 bird from her u the neck. exulted. Within 20 feet down, knocking the perch with a bullet th “Good work,” Be “Now for the chicks Ben took the bird on the extreme right, and again bullet sped true. The remainder of the flock had be come uneasy and at the next shot all except into the branches u unding This shot was equally successful, and with the fourth he knoc maining bird from the log Bach of the four birds he had downed with @ shgt either thru the head or the neck; and such shooting would have been marvelous indeed in the eyes of tenderfoot, Bul these two foresters knew that there was nothing exceptional about tt Pistol shooting is simply a matter of & sure « ady nerves, bined with a greater or less pertod of Practice. Few were the trappers or hres that done as much. Ben turned his attention to the fowl on the lower tree limbs, hitting once but missing the second time. To correct this unpardonable proceeding, he knocked with his seventh @ fat cock, his spurs just starting, from almost the top of a young spruce “Here's one more,” Beatrice urged him, “I'M need every one for the pie.” But the gun was pin snapped barmb: breach, They ga’ and sped on down Her heart seemingly her throat at every beat; steady hands and smiling face went about the preparation of meal. She fried the venison and baked the wocus bread, and with more than usual spirit and gaiety set the dishes at Ben's place at the table. Draw up your chair,” she told him. Til have the tea in a minute” Ben peered with sudden interest into her face. “What's troubling you, Bee?” he asked gently. “You're pale ‘As @ ghost.” im not feeling overly well.” Her eyes dropped before his gaze, “I'm now one flew ked the, re- oth and ate com The firing y against the d the grouse o the cavern. leaped into but with she the apty MARSHALL ie, Brown & Company PSSSsssSttELSiESSESSLSLESEesELLOsSStecess ttt thin tall, friendl dead before he from bin lip from his eyes? then to strip the He would event her, She too--back to her fath nd leave him tn the eave had told her concern with her father in one vivid fash been that he had told the truth—-that her father and his followers had been the attackers in the beginning? She had never be Neved him fully 1 It be that he was tn the right? Hs claim had he sald, and his one 4 in cold bland. Was this not cause enough, by the code of the North, for a war of reprisal? But oven as those thoughts came te her, she had walked boldly fire and 1 the contents of the cup Into t iting water tn the pot. Ren would have only had t eo her do tt. Yet stil! b | day’s work—to see warden of hers tytn, the laughter ge light fade uld be fre I belt from his walst waken to Pp Ap | ea and th never could er's hor } All that » ing his curred to Could It have her but coy to the look up to did not suspect | She watted an Instant, steadying wif for the ordeal to come, Th took the pot off the fire and poured the hot contents Inte the cup that had just held the potion. She been careful not to put enough the pot to weaken th ‘The cup brimmed; but, nor She brought tt steamfng + she nk wan left | Ren‘s side. No kindly root tripped her feet ntored, no merciful unsteadine her to drop this cup of death and spill Its contents. “Thanks, Beatrice” Ben looked up, amiling. “Tm a brute to let you fx my tea when you are feeling so bad. But I sure am grateful, if that hetps any——" His voloe sorfffMed tar away, Ike a | voles tn a nightmare. “It's pretty strong, I'm afraid.” she told him. “The leaves weren't very good, and I dolled them teo long. I'm afraid find it bitter.” TH drink ft, tf it's bitter as gall, be assured her, jto fix it.” | His hand reached and setzed the | handle of the cup. Even now-—now [he was raising it to his tps In an “after your kindness > OUR BOARDING HOUSE 7 MARTHA M'DEAR-T HEARD 7 Te FACTS OF A PROPOSITION { “TODAY THAT SHOULD PRove MOST INTERESTING To You € | FoR A GMALL SUM You CAN f Secure & LEAGE ON VERY RICH ACREAGE FoR AN ALMOND GROVE !« wittH MY KNOWLEDGE OF CULTIVATION I WouLD BE WILLING TO DEVOTE MY"TIME ON “THE GROVE AG OVERSEER ! + = / rE MATOR'S ALMOND GROVE DEA smiled, kindly and tolerantly, and then he turned to go. But her solemn voice arrested him. “Walt, Hen. I want you to know} eo you won't trust me again another chance, The ned.” ly now © give me cup But th wane | was pols light did not yet “I didn’t think it ¥ good—th way knocked it out of my hand. We'll retend was very bed tee it go at tha! It was nightehade—It might have killed you.” She poke t anything v not hungry—at all. But it's nothing |inwant more he would be pouring it “At lifeless voice, “I didn’t want tt to worry about-——” | down his throat, too considerate of to kill you Just wanted to give She saw by his eyes that be was! ner to admit ite unwholesome taste, TOU *mPUEN to PUL yoU to #loep—so worrying: yet it was evident that hel acnkine {t down tho tt tasted the 1 Could take your rifle shells an had not the slightest suspicion of the real cause of the sudden pallor tn her cheeks. She saw his face cloud and his eyes darken; and again she heard that faint. small votce of re. Norse—whispertng deep in her heart's heart. He was always so considerate at her, this jailer of hers, His con- tern was always so real and deep. Yet in a moment more the kindly sympathy would be gone from his face. He would be tying very sti— ‘and hts face would be even more pale than hers. Listiessty she walked to the door of The cave, procuring a handful of aried red-root leaves that she used for tea, Thru the cavern opening he saw her drop them into the bucket that served as their teapot. ‘Then she came back for the olled, cloth bag that contained the last of their sugar. This was always one of | her little kihdnesses—to sweeten his tea for him before she brought it to him. He began to eat his steak. Im one glance the girl saw that he was wholly unsuspecting. He trusted her; Im thetr weeks together he had lost all fear of treachery from her. ‘There he was, oxulting over the fruga} tunch she had prepared, with ne inkling of the deadly peril that even now was upon him. She wished he did not trust her so completely; ft would pe easier for her if he was just a little wary, a little more on «uard She-felt cold all over. She could hardly keep from shivering. But this was fmoment of trial; the thing woul be done in a moment more, She musn't give way yet to the growing weakness in her muscles. She walked to the vine where she had Jeft the potion. How much of it there was—it seemed to have doubled tn quantity sines “she had left {t. A handful of the black berries meant death—cer- tain as the sunriso—but what did half a handful mean? The question came to her again. How did she know that half a handful did not mean death, too—not just hours of slum- ber, but relentless and trremediable death! Would that be the end of her potion of death that ft wast | hair seemed to start on her head. Then she seamed to writhe as tn a convulsion. Her voice rome tn a plercing scream. “Ren—Ben—don't drink ti she cried. “God have mercy on my soul!” | But with that utte oe a strength | surpassing that of stnkw and muscle |returned to her. She reached and knocked the cup from his hand; and ft» black contents, Itke dark blood, stained the sandy floor of the cavern. | Ben's first thought was curfousty not of his own narrow escape, but any of the Mquor In the | he aid not know; nor did he «ive | matter a thought. He was aware of only the terror-stricken gtr! before him, her face deathly white and her eyes starting and wide He leaped to his feet. Feartng that she was about to faint he steadied her with his hand The echo of her scream died tn the cavern, the cup rolled on the floor and came to a standstill against the wall; but still she made no sound, only gazing as ff entranced. But slowly, ax he steadied her, the blesned jtears stole Into her eyes and rolled jdown her white cheeks; and once | more breath surged into her tunge. “Never mind, Beatrice,” the man was saying, his deep, rourh voice {gentle as & woman's, “Don't cry: Please don't cry—fust forget all about it. Lat’s go over to your hammock and rest awile.” With « strong arm he gulded her to her cot, and amiting kindly. pushed her down tnto It. “Just take It eary,” | he advised. “And forgrt all about it You'll be all right in a minw “Rut you don’t understand—you | don’t know—what I tried to do—" | “No matter...el me after a while, |1f you want to, Don’t tell me at all if you'd rather not. to my lunch.” He laughed, trying to bring her to herself. “I wouldn't miss |that carthou steak for anything even tho I can't have my tea. Just lay down awhile and rest.” His rugged face lighted & * Or DF Cle f * * Sd Page 889 AT LAST GRANDMOTHER COMES TO THE SHIRTS ‘ow I never knew the man Smith,” grandmother said, “but I did know Andrew Chambers, and I've always thought that for a boy he acted very wisely and gen- erously. “No sooner had Andrew caught the stolen horae than Smith camo up, and with fire in his eye, in- sisted on shooting the Indian. ‘The whole thing’s my fault,’ he raid, ‘and the only way I can neo to net St right ts to shoot the fel low and teach ‘em that they can't | make so free with our suppers and then steal our horses and not wufter for tt “But look here,’ of the campers said, ‘you want to shoot one women are in terror.’ ‘ “Well, they all talked for some time, and all the while the poor Indian didn't know whether he was going to be shot or not. He ‘was most terribly frightened, so frightened that when they turned to look at him great drops of cold sweat were pouring from his face. ‘Poor thin, somebody said. ‘we'll have to give him something’ | for scaring him so. What'll tt | ber" | “Then they tatked that over | for they had so little to last thern the rest of the journey. Winter | was coming, and their clothes | were worn and thin. What could they give him? No food, that was too precious and too scarce. What could they give him? ‘Now, Mra, Chamners waa one I'm going batk _ throw, them away—but I wae willing to let you drink tt, even If ft did kill you.” The man looked at her, in infinite compasston, then came and sat ide her tn the hammock quietly he took one of her hands and eared at it, without seeing ft, a long time. Then he preawed it to his lips. “ For a breath he held {t close to! hia cheek, his eyes lightiess and far away, and she gazed at htm tn amaze ment. “You'd kiss my hand—after what I “or “After what you @idnt do.” Rather Mame yourself, fome way—I under- stand things better than J used to. | Pen tf you had killed me—I don't se why It wouldn't have been your right. Tye held you here by force. Yet you @4n't let me drink the stuff. You knocked ft out of my hand.” And now, for the first time, an tn-| ordinate amazement came into his face. He looked at her intently, yet with no unfriendiiness, no passion. Rather tt was with overwhelming wonder “You knocked It out of my hands!” he repeated more loudly. “Oh, Rea- trice—it's my turn to beg forgiveness now! When I was at your merey and the cup at my lps—yvou spared Why 4i4 you do tt, Beatrice” He gnared at her with erowtnes ardor. She shook head. simply did not know the reason. 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Se OW.NO, THAT / WAS JUST ONE OF THE BOYS THAT CALL UP Now HEN-| HAVE NO < \ “TAKE TH’ LICKIN: WORD ae ° \ \ A CHOICE LICKIN’ to get | laughed I'm not here out one night y “And,” “Which is as good as telling and ing to! just long enough more somethi Fair, Latham was me He “But “Yes, “And of your wood then continued I'm going to stay to tell you 1 told you last | 1 can can't. If couldn't steady, “at I love you suddenly sert and—about me if it's true! 1 must know believe in him or wi y dear.” I've told you about Dorothy. Find out if 1 should find out that Kate's voice, low finally ceased. ou couldn't, dear? ous, “you can't accuse me of being insincere, because no man would test his enough to say those three words in the light of early morning, unless he meant them, It’s easy enough to make love in moon light—Lady Fair; sometimes hard — not to, whether you mean it or not.| “KA TR, 1 KNOW WHERE THAT] But when a man tells you, before pRoNK 1s." breakfast in the morning, that he | he mean: “Jimmy -lad H reve Latham had taken her hand, “If I should find out that | couldn't believe in him as T think 1t would harden my that no one would love met “And there's something must tell you, Jimmy,” she went. “You'll think I'm wild, but ye must know It,’* And Kate told James about the voice whieh she heard, tel him what she thought she had ‘the voice say. w n she finished speaking. Latham CHAR. 35—THE MYSTERIOUS TRUNK GO ON WITH THE STORY In the cool of the early morning Kate sought the wooded spot on the Dan w88 I level of deeply | She he of the | more this Indian because he wronged you. You'll shoot him and go on your way, and all that his tribe will know is that_a white man shot one of their brothers. How do you know even that this Is the man who stole the horse? Do you know that?’ ‘No,’ Smith didn’t know that “ Well,’ they argued. no right to this Indian and en tribe #o that our women and chil. | dren’ will be in danger massacre. Let the man go. of those busy, far-necing mothers who look ahead, and she had made for her sons enough shirts to last them two years. And be caus he was cold, Andrew had put on two. Someone found this out, and they all bappily decided to give the Indian one of Andrew's shirts. “When Mr. Chambers told it,” grandmother finished, “he used to chuckle and way it was except bad after effects. 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Kate affection for Dan and Latham, dose net know what to