The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 22, 1923, Page 11

eae cio istiiin iit iitnitiritistiintiiey THE SKYLINE OF SPRUCE N MARSHALL Copyright, 1022, Little, Brown & Company aersesatesneastssseseneatseasseaetsrasstrstse: By EDI Ess3s (Continued from Saturday) Phen for the first time she went hor knees beside the prone form. Bea was free of the imprisoning imbs, but was his soul already tree ¢ the stalwart body broken among the broken boughs? She had know this first; further effort was inavailing until she knew Hor sand stole over his face She found no reassuring warmt was wet with the rain, cold touch, Fils hair was wet anc ted from some dreadful wound tn the scalp, Very softly she felt along he skull for some dreadful fracture that might have caused instant death; but the descending trunk had missed his head, at least. Very gent ly she shook him by the shoulders Her stern self-control gave way a little now, The strain had been too uch for human nerves to bear. She gathered him into her arma, still without sobbing, but the hot tears dropped onto his face "Speak to me, Ben,” quietly, The wind her words nd whisked them away; and the rain played Its unhappy muste In the tree foliage; but Hen made answer. “Speak to me,” she repeate: ber tone Nfting. “My man, my bab tell me you're not dead!” Dead! Was that it-—struck to the earth like the caribou that fell be- fore his rifle? And in that weird, dark instant a light far more bright than that the flickering pine knots cast so dim and strange over the scene beamed forth trom the altar flame of her own soul. It was only the light of knowledge, not of hope, but It tranasfigured her none the lean All at once she knew why she had hurled the potson cup from his hand, even tho her father’s life might be the price of her weakness She un- derstood, now, why these long weeks had been a delight rather than a/ to iT she sald no saerseses: his thigh, Wit ed the tre She had nv was guided only by f the fire at th her arm claw her branches to # Dg free aw o 8e ain her Nght now the faint glow cavern mouth. After hund feet the load became unbearable, Except for the fact that she s got on tho well Worn moose trail that followed the creek kressed a hur waa, ah every ounce of her reserve strength would be needed before the end. At the end of @ hundred yards she stopped to rest, leaning against @ tree and still holding the beloved wetght upon her shoulder. If she F down she knew she could not it again he plunged on, down toward the beacon light Except for her love for him, and that miraculous strength that love has always given to women, she could not have gone on that last, crue! hundred yards, But nteadily circle Nght brighter dense were the thickets of ever bet ween a she could scarcely have pro. red feet further, An It was taxed to utmost Rut soon slowty, the grow lem on Now she was almost to the glade; now she felt the wet grass at her ankles, She lunged on and laid | her burden on her bed. Then she reinxed at his breathing in sobbing gaspa Except for the crackle of the fire and the beat of the rain, there was no sound in the cave but this—those angutshed sobs from her racked lungs But far distant tho Ben was and deep an he alept—just outside the @ark portals of death iteelf—those sounds went down to him. He h them dimly at first, Ike « far-<dt votce tn a dream, but aa the moments Passed he began to recognize their nature and source, Sobs of exhaus- tion and distrese—trom the gir! who was in his charge He lay a long frot ant THE Sk OUR BOARDING HOUSE ATTL TAR BY AHERN { ~usv | -uen!~STUFF auDp NONGENGE = WHY, fT 16AtT | COLD IN “HiG HOUSE = HAW~ I PrTy You BoVS Had Vou BEEN WiTH ME ON A PoLAR 4 YoU Were wrt EXPEDITION SOME YEARS AGO") orice TH! COLD IMAGNE MiS~1 RECALL A *\ NIGHT WHEN We TRiep “7d WARM UP A BIT OF WALRUS BROTHM= iT WAG Go cod /T THE BROTH WoULD BOIL / AT “THe BOTTOM AND FREEZE SOLID AT \_ The oP! ye ~ 1 Yeu, alt Gpose NAD “1D BAT IT Hove OF TH’ GANG “TALKIMG fa up to get water ik bis WITH AM Ice Pick, EH? | - Neg You StoppeD /} No WioNDER You —| CMST PEEL ANN CHILL WTWIG BIN, MAIOR = You PRIMED Y‘SELF WITH GOME OF Your FAVORITA Wer LIGHTNING ~ on MIG OF THAT STUFF AND AW EGKIMO WOULD GET A GET OF GUN STROKE Tou j= DOINGS OF THE DUFFS THE OLD HOME TOWN ANG UP 7 YOUR WHIP { AN’ Come m \BY THE STOVE Att <7) _ YOU SAY WE eon) THE Bus IN AN AWFUL MESS? Woman’ build a fire He Ustened patiently, but st head al end No, Bee don’t make me talk any more. It's | Just death for both of us if you ‘The food is gone—the rife broken. | Your father’s gang’) be here sooner WELL, | TWINK SHE Likes ME- SHE 6ave ME HER SHES BROKBN A COUPLE OF DATES WITH OTHER PICTURE, THAT'S SOMETWING~ GUESS PLL CALL HERO} UP AND TAKE WER TO A DANCE “THIS EVENING, BUT STNL- -) DON'T PAGE 11 TEN DAYS LATE BAO BY ALLMAN HELLO, HOw ARB You? OM | KNEW Your VOICE RIGHT AWAY- SAY, WouLD ‘You LIKE To GO TDA J “ WHY YES, I'D BE VERY GLAD TH GO, THANK You - BUT torment, and why her fears for him | time trytng to understand. wo is Ties nc? or later—and they'd amash me, any- WANT HER TD “TWINK had gone eo straight to her heart.| On her knees beside him Beatrice She pressed his battered head tight| saw the first flutter of his eyelids [In awe, rather than rapture, her ” she crooned tn/a@rms crept around him, and she Ria ear, pressing her warm cheek | Kissed his rain-wet brow. Ills eyes close to his “I do love you, I do,| opened, looking wonderingty into I do,” she told him confidingly, aa if | hers. this message would call him back to| She saw the first light of recogn!- life. Her lips sought his, trying to|tion, then a half-amile, gentle as a give them warmth, and her voice was/ sirl'», as he realized his own Injuries, low and broken when she spoke! Of course Ben Darby would smile In “Can't you hear me, Ben—| such a moment as this; hts instincts, it alll “The tree got me, didn't him from this deep, strange sleep in | eked. “Don't try to talk,” she cautioned. tree fell on you. But you're not going to dle. You're going to Itve, tive —" If i Sse | [ E nF il | “Don't wait to see what happens to me,” he went on. “TT! either go out or TT live—you really can't help me any. Where's the rifieT™ “The rifle was broken-—when the tree fell.” “I knew — would be | saw tt coming.” He rested, waiting for fur- | ther breath. “Reatrice—please, please don't stay here, trying to save me” fFirtf iis rirtis Me ze i EP s : GUYS FOR ME ~ AT way, I could bardly fight ‘em off LEAST SH@ SAID BE DID- with those few ptstol ahelle—but by God I'd tke to try——~ He struggled for breath, and she thought he had slipped back into un consciousness. But in a moment the faltering current of his speech be een again: “Take the pistol—and go,” he told her, “You showed me today how ¢ sive up-—and I don’t want to kill your father—any more I renounce Ezram—forgive me—old Ex Life work's given over. Please, Beatrice you'll just kill yourself without aid- ing me Wait tll the sum comes up thea follow up.the river Unconscto the ie f ‘ee g i :f rr FY i E g a | Pies and , Pie Crust —— BY BERTHA EB. SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University America tp the pie-eating country | of the world. By ple I mean two pieces of crust, | baked round, with « filling of fruit custard mixture between them | AP L've Gor THodS MY Back ACAm. VM RUSHING HER - WELL, | DowT CARE Pua CALL HER ANY WAY = DANCE WITH ME THIS EVENING P a) Otten L TURN LOOK HEAH MAN, YO JES GOT 0 Quit ‘LOWIN' DAT DAWG “TO SLEEP ON DE FOOT OB DiS BED, CAYSE EVERY “ME HE GIT 4D SCRATTHIN' HISSEFF AH ‘MAGINES AHS “Do you think I would got ane | “ame only one-crust pies are those RIO’ IN A FLIVVER ! | filiea with squash, custard, pumpkin “You must. The food—ts atmost/or lemon, and, cocasionally, stewed always done, had fitted her for just such a test as this. She startel with her burden toward the cave. She had Jong known how to carry | groune, Just enough to last one per-| son thru to the Yuga cabine—with berries, roots, Take the pistol. ‘There's six shots or so—in the box. Make every one tell, Take the dead too. The rifle’s broken and we can’t get meat. It's just—death— if you wait. You can just make tt thru now.” “And leave you here to die, as long an injured man, suspending him over|as there's a chance to save yout” | result in flaky or puffy pastry. her shoulder, head pointed behind her,! the girl answered. “You couldn't get ar. OF * a * By Mabel _C DOK: 4 a Page 892 THE FUNNY BABY Mra, Day saw David and Pegsy looking carefully over her hands and face to see what the big buteher knife did, but she said, “No, I don’t know how she aid it, but grandmother managed to «et me down unhurt, and took me hotne. “It was not long after that that father began to talk of moving. | Mother had grown tired, till she felt she could hardly stand it any longer, of the rain and the drip- ping, shadowing trees “Someone had told father of the wonderful Walla Walla country, where the sun shone and where there were miles of rich lands for the taking “We came the year that Waah- ington was separated from Ore gon, and made into a territory. “All my life I had lived in that | dense forest, and this was my first real trip, but strangely enough I can’t remember at all how we came, or whether tt was by land or water, “The first was Portland town 1 had and I stood on the river bank, holding tight to the hand of my 2-year old brother, looking. thing I remember ever seen, It was the biggest | “It memed to me I could never get enough of just—ilooking, far up and down the big river, across the river, It seemed so wide, so beautifully wide. “Now, we had known little love- ly streams all our lives, and we knew all about the fun of sailing chip boats, of throwing stones into the creek, and best of all, the cool, slippery fun of wading. “So, with our Ittle heads all full of the newness of It all, and wonder of it all, we stood and watched, and as we watched a steamer came down the river. “Up went brother's head, and open flew his little mouth, his eyes grew round as saucers, then suddenly he laughed, in the clear little jolly way he had, and point ing hin chubby finger at the | steamboat, cried, ‘Oh! Oh! On, Nellie, thust look at the house. It's a’wadin’ in the water? “I don’t know after that—I seem to forget until we were rid- ing down the main street of Walla Walla; it's « hundred feet wide, you know, and t# an old Indian trail, and I was #0 happy because And we were within wonderful new | 1 could nee. nine miles of the home! (To Be Continued) Raannn | cetient fruit, with strips of paste across the top—“cross-barred,” as it is called sometimes Cooks differ as to the best raw) material for shortening ple crust. FLAKY AND | PUFFY | Lard and butter make for an ex and delicioustasting crust. Otle may be used but they do not | Some cooks keep every ingredient | very cold; some make delicous paste | with boiling water. | ‘There are three kinds of paste which the housekeeper may make— plain, puff and chou. Plain paste is used for ples and imple tarta; puff for patties and amall pastries; chou paste is better known tn the form of cream putts | or eclairs. Piain and chou paste are made easily; puff is more difficult. The English favor the open pie, | called @ tart, and it is advianble to serve this kind oftener in the fam- fly. It ts an excellent way to use; Way I GSTA BHARP TWINGE. SEGT WHEN 1 SeT AROUND jusT SO PAR 1 BGCIN canned and preserved fruits. INVERT THE PLATE The ple plate is inverted and cov-| ered with the plain paste, pricked and baked. Kemove the crust baked thus and fill with any kind of fruit or a mixture of fruits, or plums and} cherries, A very good filling ts mato with stewed prunes, dates, cranberries or raisins, One may put 4 meringue on top, or serve whipped cream with the tart. The French use the chou paste for many desserts. It may be baked | and served with stewed frult, or filled with whipped or made cream. Any paste which is cooked with- out the filling ts likely to be lighter, | as there ts leas danger of the juices | soaking tn. | Pantry, in @ brond sense, includes not only only pie and paste deaserts, | but also fancy breads and cakes. KATE WARD, widow of DAN WARD, living with her father, JUBTIN PARSONS, has « visitor, NATOWN ALICD, who ways Dan was of her child, DOROTHY. Kate turbed, A few their home, Kate and her father the unconscious vietim of an auto rash, Carried into their house, he recovers, giving bi JAMWS LATHAM, and woor Kate Kate, near find fond of Latham, dose to do. ‘Then tt devel: knew Dan, and perhaps oan aid in throwing light juneture a letter Alloa and Kate her to the Iaondry with whom Altee liver, to ny THE ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING rondater, - In the machine, speeding along the road, Kate read the letter again and then repeated tts pitiful phrases to Latham. “I didn't mean to be dishonest,” she read, “but sometimes a woman can't help it, Dorothy hasn’t been stock and I didn‘t need money for her, % | But I do need tt, or holp—or some- thing?’ Kate read on to the end of the chaotic note. “What do you male of Latham asked as she fintshed. “I don't know," from itr Kate. her. I am sure of that from just |hearing her cry. Hers weren't the tears of @ woman meking something for herself.” “You think a girl working in a place like that and patting about as she has done can have anything fine left in her?" doubtfully. “I know she can," Kate spoke with conviction, “if she ever had anything fine about her to begin with, “There is no reason,” continued Kate, “why working tn a place like that and batting about with tts peo- ple and ctroumstances should take the beauty from @ woman's soul faster than Idling and living from one tea to another and one conquest to another.” “No,” Latham was thoughtful, “T don't know that working in a Chi- nese laundry would be quite as destructive to a fine nature as some of the {dling I've seen. “Artificlality is the thing which is the trait in modern girls which T]the way they hold their tulike most. When I say they’re insincere I'm not considering any- thing so intportant as their love af- faire—in which @ little scheming is often forgivable—but I'm referring to Just the little tricks of everyday life.” Latham It @ cigaret and offered one to Kate. “Thanks—no,” she said. “There! from Latham. ‘There's an example of what I mean. I don't object to girls smoking, on a moral basis, The girl who smokes can be just as strong morally as the one who doesn’t, so far as the effect of the tobacco is concerned—but she soliom ts, “And that," he continued, “is be cause most women do not really en- joy it. It isn’t essentially a woman's habit, So the greater majority of women ,who do smoke do so merely because they think it is clever or because the other girls do, Wateh They're conscious that they're - ing every minute! Then watch them eat candy or pour tea and figure for yourself at which thing they really feel at home, “But they're too insincere to they don't want to smoke they’re with a bunch of cig smoking women or some man to whom they want to seem ~ smart. “They aren't strong enough to be- themselves!” ¥ “And the girl of the Chinese laum dry is more apt to enjoy her smoke if sho condescends to tt, Thus she's sincere about It and a better woman. —that your method of Kate queried, and then without — waiting for an answer, “I believe it's mine, too.” to the curb in front of Sing Loy'’s- laundry. (To Bo Continued) (Copyright, 1933, by Seattle Star)