The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 23, 1923, Page 11

TUESDAY, JANUARY 23, RRSEREETURESILICELIETELTTLT TAT ess LEETI TEE TTT TTT T RETA T ESET TTT TTT TTT EE THE SKYLINE OF SPRUCE By EDISON MARSHALL Copyright, 1973, Little, Brown & Company aenenenasassastenetssesesatsretsaesssesesessssseeseeststeT eae eT TTT (Continued from Yesterday) XXXVI The trail was long and ateep tnt Rack There for Jeffery Netlson and his men, Day after day they trav led with thetr train of pack horses, pushing deeper into the wilds, ford ing mighty rivers, traversing sient And majestic mountain ranges, cllimd- | Ing slopes so steop (hat the packs had to be lightened to half before the could ently 10 miles, and often a single mile was a hard, exhausting day's work. Of course there was no kind of « trail for them to follow, As far as Poasible they followed the winding pathways of big gume—as long as these led them in thelr general di fection—but often they wore to cut their way thru the underbruab. Time after time they encountered tm Passable cliffs or rivers from which they were obliged to turn back and geok new routes; they found marshes that they could not penetrate; ranges they could not ctimd rock where they could make headway only at a creeping pace and hourly risk of their lvex They had cc obliged wastes of alice | Pers nted on alow travel,| Chan, the ordeal brought but the weeks grew tnto the months | nade of the of ford and steep, roads on the morale y in a frightt the ream the dange relty of any food but men and most of all the burning h in their hearts for the man who ha 1 the expedition upon th combined to torment them; even t Fien Darby had recetved no lit measure of vengeance, No exp oo of thelr Hives had ever presented suc physical distress; 1: » devastating to hope at was not one momer of pleasure, one tqstant of rel from the day's beginning to Ite ex At night they went to sleep on hasti! made sing at all things heaven and earth; they blaxpheme: with growing savagery all that me hold holy and true; and degenera krew upon them very swiftly, The quarreled over thetr task, and the hated each other with a hatred on second to that they bore Darby hirr All three had always been reck wicked, brutal men; but now particularly In the case of Ray an out an? quent individ a da augmented the latent abnormal! before they even neared the obsoure | that made them ortminals tn the be heart of Back There where thought Ren and Fr Ridden. The way was hard as they | Perversion and had never dreamed. Every day, It semed to them, brought its tragedy: a long back-trafling to avoid some impassable place, a fatiguing @igreaston, perhaps several hours of grinding work with the axe tn order to cut a trail. Sometimes the har- Ress broke, requiring long stops on the trail to repair it, the sitpped continually from foing; and they found tt Increasing. | ly difficult to secure horse feed for the animals Even fat on such grass as grows In the fresh | packs | the hard| ross or the ann declined tut that he Indian ponies cannot keep} they | Finning, developing those od4 qutrh trice might be|!® human minds that make toward the moat flendia? crime. Jeffery Neflson had almost forgot ten the tame of the clatm by now He had tol the truth, those weary weeks before, when he had wished de Dad never seen ft. Hie onty thoueht was of his dauchter, the oap- tive of a relentless, merctless man tn those far wilds. Never the moon was sick with haunting fear for her. Fiad she gone down to her death tn the rapi4:? This was Neflson’s fond- est wish: the enfolding oblivion of Wild waters would be Infinitely better deep shade of the spruce, They need|than the fate Ben had hinted at tn the rich growths of the open park lands to stiffen them for the grind. pack animals Must not be kept on the trail for too many days In succession. Jeffery these facts, with the result that the| his death animals lost flexh and strength, cut Ing down the speed of thetr advance. | Oaths and shouts were Row: only crue! blow them forward at all. They seemed to sense a great hope. lesaness in their undertaking. Usual- ly well-trained pack horses will follow thir leader without unavailing could drtve i k f 3 ? d { i ij i i g r H i - q 2 PELE Lid i ; g g Into the canyon be- Jow—and4 thereupon !t became neces- fary not only to spend the rest of the day in retrieving and repairing the supplies that had fallen with him, but also to heap bieger loads on the backs of the remaining horses. And) also was more assertive, lew the an- who had always they were faced by the cruel Possibility that this whole, mighty labor was in vain—that Fen and Bea- trice might have gone to their deaths | in the rapids, weeks before. The food stores brought for the Journey were rapidly depleted. The Tesult was that they had to depend more and more upon a diet of ment. Wis letter’ Yet he dared not turn back THE SEATTLE STAR 7 BY THE WAY MAZOR, I ALL Your TRAVELS DID You “ouch, SWITZERLAND 2« L UWWDERSTWD TT 19 RATHER WILLY Hers f= Y pr SWITZERLAND!+ AH, MY DEAR BERNARD= HE VERY NAME THRILLS MB I "TO “THIG DAY AT ST. MORITZ INTHE FRANZHOF, WHEN TWo OR MORE GATHER BEFORE We GREAT Log PRE, TT STILL IG THE SUBTECT OF AWE AND ADMIRATION OF MY TERRIBLE DROP AND MIRACULOUS ESCAPE WHILE SCALING THe MATTERHORN ! = MIND You, With TWE WARMTH OF MY BARE FEET L THAWED OUT A NicHe, STEP BY STER UP THAT GHEER WALL bad left the main gorge of the Yuge far behind them. “If they're not dead we're bound to find trace of ‘om in & few daya” The hope seemed well-founded It ty tmpossible for even most of the| wild creatures—furtive as twilight shadows—te journey thru wood «paces without leaving trace of their She might yet Itve, held pris. gongs and comings: much lea» clumay human beings Ultimately {his the searchers would find their tracks point: that they must not turn heck untfl either Ben was crushed under |! the soft earth, the ashes of a camp Nelson and his men disregarded both | thelr heels or they had made sure of fire or @ charred cooking rack. Ray had not forgotten that Ren alone stood between him a the wealth and power he had always craved. He dreamed, at firet that the deadty hardshipe of the | Journey could he atoned for by years of luxury and case. File mind was also haunted with dark conjectures fan to the fate of Beatrice, but fen! hr { ut iH Ut Uirt [ il Fig? 378 tagat sinister Hoasfbilities In this o! + the abnormal tntenstty fest in every look and word, weird, evil preoccupation that ever upon him. There was not only the fate of Ben te consider, but that i deriing fe had been. He had devel- “And when we get ‘em, we can wait and live on meat until the river goes up im the full—then float on down to the Indian in thelr canoe,” village Chan anewered “It will carry four of um all right” Ray, Chan, Netleen and Nelison's Gaughter—these made four, What R ; i Z é 5 i ; i i i i it f | ad ; i Ht f ! i , ; f tt i i i 4 i i a H E |turned to Chan Heminway, also, had devel-| man could ese oped marvelously in the journey. He penting chance Prepared for their coming ‘The skin twitched and crept when « oped a brutality that, tho tt contained |twig eracked about thetr camp at nothing of the exquisite cruelty of which thought might concet Praved nature. He no longer cowered fn fear of Nelson. Rather he looked to Ray as his leader, took him as his Men can hold up fairly well on meat | example, tried to imitate him, and at alone, particularty ff tt has a fair| last began to share in his mood. In amount of fat. but the effort of hunt-|cruelty to the horses he was par- ing and drying the flesh tnto jerky served to cut down thetr «peed. The constant delays, the grinding, blasting toil of the day’s march, x ar and} tleulurly adept; but he was Insane fury. also | given to strange, savage bursts of| finenese of night, and a cold Ike death crept " diseased over the frame when was never. | thelems the full expression of his 4a-| the thickets crashed under @ leaping moow. (Continued Tomorrow) Butterseotch Pie BY BERTHA EK SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University Buttersooteh ple may be made like “We must be close on them now,” | the custard variety by putting the Particularly the ever-recurring crist! Netleon said one morning when they rattle » ory Pool: & * * SD abel Cleland 4 Page 893 HER BEAUTIFUL (%) NEW HOME Mrs. Day smiled at her memory of the little girl whe used to be, and that Iittle girl's joy in the new home ax phe said: “I wish you could have seen the house! To me it was simply heau- tiful, and 1 remember I was so happy, I felt as it I could fly, right up and out into the wide open spaces about me. “For miles and rolles any way I looked it was open, and far away & range of lovely mountat I felt no free, and so happy,” she re- peated that part about being happy till the children felt a #ym- pathetic happiness bubbling up in their own hearts, and they didn’t stir, nor ask a question, they were #0 eager to have her go on. “Now, that house which seemed #0 beautiful to me,” she said, “was nothing but @ shack. Men had split ‘balm’ trees, chopped the ends into points, and driven these pointed ends into the earth. It had neither floor nor shingled roof, but they had stretched ao canvas over the top to keep out the rain, “They did thetr best, I mppone, with that canvas, but I distinctly remember that rain often, when thought a» much house as outside. “Father told mother not to be discouraged. He knew it was awfully hard for her, but that rain fell we fell inside the tho ft didn’t! right away he could build her « real house. “So every day I would see father start off with « cousin of ours, to go up into the hills for timbers for the new house. I fe member how carefully at night they would measure and plan, and plan and measure, and as they ‘were brought down from the hill side, each timber was ready, and was fitted Into tts own place, “It was slow work for two men, and {t wns fascinating to wee it grow only #0 little higher each day, but surely growing. “After the walls they split olap- boards for the roof, and then they began to saw out boards for the floor. “Il used to go up there with them and watch them saw these long, heavy timbers tnto boards, one man to draw the long saw up with a shriek of its Jagged teeth, end the other to pull it down, up and down, and up and down, so slow @ way to work! “But finally enough boards were cut for the floor, and the house was nearly done, “Hovery evening, toward dusk they worked at the atick chimney, plastering tt inside and ontuide with mud. “Then, one night while we slept, it turned bitterly cold, and with the cold came trouble.” (To Be Comtinued) Raa filling tm a tin lined with pastry or the paste may be rolled to \-inch mS thickness and out in dhree circles the size of @ pleplais. Place the thres pieces of paste on a baking sheet, prick several times with a fork and bake 10 to 12 minutes in a) hot oven. For the filling, take: % cup butter, 1-3 cup flour. 2 cups milk. Yolks of § em@s. 1 cup brown sugar. % teaspoon salt % cup caramel. Cream the butter and flour to gether, add sugar, mixed with the yolks of eggs and salt, pour into this the hot milk, mix thoroly and | return to the double boiler. Cook 15 minutes, stirring constantly until the mixture thickens. When old pines between layers of pastry and cover top with meringue, made by adding to the stiffly beaten whites of exes % cup each of brown and white sugar, Or, instead of cooking the mixture in @ double botler, turn into « tin| lined with the paste and bake in @ hot oven 15 minutes, West 4g ORO Stones mi Dresses Kept Spotless with OF \CE “To GAFETY! ~~ DOINGS ¢ OLIVIA, MR.JACKSON 13 WERE AND WAITING GIVE HIM RY “To -MR £ \ SPARKS! \ ] OF THE DUFFS AHERN | FT reweTUnr § GOOD EVENING, MR J. mm A CIEAR AND Til BE READY IN A PEW MINUTES KSON eavy | HERE TODAY KATH WARD, widow of DAN WARD, living with her father, JUBTIN PARSONS, has « visitor, THE ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAP.89—-WHERE IS ALICE? GO ON WITH THE sTofy Kate was out of the car and open- ing the door of the little frame CHINATOWN ALICE, who says Dan was| building almost before the machine father of her child, DOROTHY, Kate te mush few evening inter Kate and her father 4| had stopped. of the the place, An the bell tinkied on the opening xiotim of an ute | door, Sing Loy shuffied to the front shop and | Dorothy was visible at the back of | She was curled ,up tn a big chair trying to sleep. soiled and nejlected. oneo to “Is Alice here?” smiled at her. | She looked Kate asked. ED WURGLER, WHO DELIVERS WASHINGS FoR HIS WIFE, WAS LOST FoR TWo HOURS PAGY 12 BY STANL THE OLD LOAFER. STARTED our To GET A BUCKET OCPCOAL- AND HE SUNK RIGRT OUT, OSIGRT!! A\ OF THE K BLIZZARD IRF %, dtp TODAY SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE BACK PORCH AND HIS COAL SHED Have a Heart ol LOoK JUST FINE IM THAT DRESS My “Ip 7 Rw ligns WRA SERVICE wistful tone in the Oriental’s voice, “She go ‘way yest’day, Not come back yet.” “Do you know where she went? Td lke to nee her,” from Kate, “I not k The smile had vanished. . she never say where she go," softly. Kate's disc ing soul understood. Bing Loy didn't have to say that he was hurt, that he was fond, ah, very fond of the little Amertcan girl, Bing Loy was unhappy. Kate turned to Latham and the waiting car. “She isn't there” she said, “but I have the address of the place at which she stays. Suppose we drive around there?” It was only a short distance to the row of dilapidated houses in one of which Alice made her home. Kate climbed the steep stairs to a narrow veranda and rang a broken with her fluffy hair and her fluffy | bell. heart! But was ft « fluffy, frivolous heart? Kate wondered. Alice's tears had been real tears, shed for some real reason. That Kate knew. She pitied the dark-skinned Iittle man who stood before her, He seemed too gentle, too mild. “Do you know where sho Itves?" she asked Sing Loy gave Kate an address. “Does @ young woman named Allce live here?” Kate asked. “Yeu.” It came grudgingly from the thin, colorless woman visible thru the slightly open door. Jould TI seo her?’ Kate eaked ‘She ain't here new, and what's e, I don't know when she will be here,” said the woman, “Don't know Ho bad written it on a pink laun-|nothing about her dry slip. “There,” he said. "She live there,” whem Allee te employed, “Lullce not here.” Kate caught « o« sigh in the last, The door closed. ~ HOW THE OLD HOMESTEAD LOOKS BY “THE “TIME A FELLOW CAN AFFORD 10 BuY PY. — waited, a woman came around corner of the house. ‘ “Didn't I hear you ask for she questioned. Kate looked at the woman, |was poorly dressed, heavy, lame. She looked as if she have done many a hard day’s in her time. Her face had an prematurely aged look. “Yes," finally, “I did ask Alice.” (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Stam) Mustard plasters will not if the white of an egg is used their preparation, % sonoucne: | pee in that lunch b : Bluhill Green Chile Cheese | is Kate went slowly down the stairs | ud then stood undecidedly, As she |