The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 29, 1923, Page 13

THE SKYLINE OF SPRUCE By EDISON MARSHALL Copyright, 1982, Little, Brown & Company (Continued from Saturday) xL The shot that wounded Jeffery Neilson carried far thru the forest fAlales, re-echoed against the hills, And arresting, for one breathless moment, all the business of the wil- derness. The feeding caribou swung his horns and tried to catch the rest: the moore, grubhing for water Toots in the lake bottom, lifted his Brotesque head and stood like a form tm black iron, It came clear as a Voice to the cavern where Ben lay ‘The man started violently in his oot. His entire nervous system meemed to react, Ther there ensued & curious state in which his physical functions seemed to ceaso—bis heart Motioniess tn his breast, his body tensely rigid, his breath held. There was an infinite straining and travail tm his mind ‘The truth was that the sound acted a4 & powerful stimulant to his retard- sed nervous forces, It was the one thing his resting — nerve-system Reeded; it was aa if chemicals were fm suspension in a crucible, and at a slight jar of the glass they made mysterious union and expelled a pre- Cipitation, Almost Instantly he ognized the sound that reached him, with a clear and unmistakable recog- nition such as he had not expertenced ince the night of the accident, as the report of a rifle, His mind gavo & great leap and remembered its familiar world A rifle—probably discharged by Beatrice In a hunt after big game. It was true that their meat supply ‘was low; he remembered now. Yet it was curtous that she should be hunting after dark. The gloom was| deep at the cavern mouth. Besides, he had always kept his rifle from her, fearing that she might turn It @gainst him. He lookad about him, trying to locate the source of the flood of light on the cavern floor. It war the moon, and tt showed that the girl was gone. He started to sit up. But his left arm did not react just Property to the command of his bratn. It impeded him, and tts old strength ‘was impaired. Fot' a moment more he lay quiet. dees In thought. Of fourse—he had bein Injured by the falling tree. He rymembered clearty, Row, And the rife had been broken. ‘The only poss!sle explanation for the shot was that a rife had been} fired by some Invader in thelr valley ‘aliity Neflson or one of baence~ would | also Indicate this fact: perhaps she! had already joined her father and) was on her way back to Snowy Gulch with him. In that case, why had he| himself been spared? He looked out of the door of the cavern, trying to get some idea of the lateness of the hour. The very quality of the darkness Indicated Nellson would not be hunting game et this hour. Was his own war— Planned long ago—even now being ‘waged in ways beyond his ken? _ His old concern for Reatrice swept thra him. With considerahie diffi-| ‘culty he got to his fret, then holding, ‘on to the wal! guided himself to the shelf where they ordinarity kept their! Iittle store of matches. He scratched | one of them against the wall. In the flaring ight his eyes mada & swift but careful appraisal of his! surroundings. The girl's o' had not! been slept tm; and to nis erent amazement he saw that their food supplies were spent. Still holding to the wall he walked to the cave Instantly his keen eyes maw the far-off gleam of the campfire on the) but Ben recognized it tn a flash, In some great trouble and horror, in the sullen light of distant camp fire, Beatrice had screamed for ald. Only by the grace of the Red Gods had he beard that sound at ell Ex- Joept for the fact that the half-mile intervening was as still as death, and that half the way the #ound sped over the water, he couldn't have | hoped to perceive It. If the wind had | blown elsewhere than straight toward |him from the enemy camp, or if his j marvelous sense of hearing had been Jess acute, the result would have been | the same; and there could have been |no answer from this dark mah at the cave mouth who stood so tense and wtill, Finally, by Instinct as much as joy conscious Intelligence, he identi. fled the sound, marked It as a reality |rather than « fancy. and read .n¢ jtragic need behind It, ‘iwiftly he | started down the glade toward her. | Yet tn a moment he kaew that un }less he conserved his strength he could not hope to make @ fourth of the distance, At the first steps he swayed, half staggering. He had paid the price for his weeks of {lines and his injures. If he had been tn a |sick room, under a physictan's care. |he would have belleved ft imposstblr | to walk unsupported across the roorr | But need ix the mother of strength Bowides, he of convales- and this was the test. bad had several days leence that had put back into his |sinews a measure of his mighty strength. Mostly he progressed bv holding on to the trees, pulling bie- self forward step by step, Likely be would come too late to change the girl's fate. Yet even now he knew he must not turn back. If the penalty were death, there must be no hesttancy tn him; he must not withhold one step. | But tt was a losing fight. The hill Itself seemed endless; a hundred cruel yards of giarsh must be traversed before ever he reached the nearest point by the lake, The enemy camp from where Beatrice had culled to him lay on the far side of the iake, a distance of a full mile If he followed around the curving shore. And black and bitter self-hatred swept like fire itheu him when he realized that he }could not possibly Keep on his feet |for so long a way. Was this all he had fought for— surging upward thru these long, weary weeks out of the shadow of death—only to fall dead on the trai! in the moment ‘of Beatrice's need? Instantly he knew that nothing tn his life, no other desire or dream, had ever meant as much to him as this: that he might reach ber side in time. Even his destre for vengeance, in that twilight madness, like Roland's, that had shaped his destiny, had been wavering and feeble compared to this. And no moment of him existence had. over been so dark, so bereft of the last dim star of hope thet lghts men’s way in the deep night of despair. He gave no thoyght to the fact of his own helplessness against three armed men in case he did micceed tm reaching thelr camp. The potnt could not poastbly be considered, The imperious fnatincts that forced him on simply could not take It into reckoning. He knew only he must reach her side and put tn her serv- icc afl that he had. Ho fell again and again an he tried |to make headway in the marsh. But | always he forced himself up afd on. | Only. too piain ke saw that the time |was even now upon him when he could no longer keep his feet. at all. | But stil he plunged on, and with tragically slow *meroachments the wow ! wiar | Nou KNOW 7] ABOUT THAT 2 1 BEAT 1H’ MAIOR SKINNY AT CHECKERS! ‘TOOK “THREE OF WIS KINGS AN’ Wo MEN W ONE Move OF FIVE JUMPS! INS Hol! RUUD to J ‘en 3p iz tules, You, the ovat place. It took alk the utrength of his! weakened body to push it out from the reeds into the water, Then be seized the long pole they had some- times used to propel themselves over the lake, Except for his injured arm, tho paddle would have been better— he could have made better tin nd eacaped the danger of being stranded in deep water—but he doubted that he could handle it with hin faltering arm. He pushed ons, putting moat of the strain on his uninjure right arm. ‘The canoe was strongly but lightly made, so that It could be portaged with greatest possible ease; and his strokes, tho feeble, propelled It alow- ly thru the water. ‘The great, white full moon, beloved of long ago, looked Gown from above the tall, dark heads of the spruce and changed the little water-body tnto a miracle of bur-| nished silver. In its light Ben's face showed pale, but with a curious, calm | strength. | ‘The lake seemed untouched by the faint breath of wind thet blew from the distant shore, The waters lay quiet, A cow moose and her calf ‘sprang up the bank with a splash, frightened by the poling figure In the stern. And on the far shore, clear | where the Inke had its outlet In « mail river, even more keen wilder- ees eyes might have beheld the Diack, moving dot that was the craft. But the distance was too far and the wind was wrong for the keen mind behind the eyes to make any sort of an interpretation. i It might have been that Fenris the | wolf, running with a female and two younger males that he had mastered that long-ago night on the ridge, paused In his bunting to watch and wonder, But his wild brute thoughts were not under the bondage of mem-| ory tonight; his savage heart was thrilled and full; and tnore than Itke- ly he did not ‘even turn his head. Ray and Chan, standing beside! thelr prisoner In thelr gristy camp on the opposite shore, might have| was stil) WELL GENTLEMEN T CONCEDE THAT GAME WAS CEMTERED on ME DETAILS OF A SPEECH T AM To DELIVER “His WEEK, AND OF COURSE DIDN'T ADHERE MY GYSTEM t= 1 USUALLY VIGUALIZE EIGHT OTe MOVES THE SEATTLE STAK BY AHERN , THE OLD HOME TOWN BUSTER- MY MID WW ADVANCE! STER BUMPS THE MAJOR FOR A GAME OF CHECKERS = Get our \- Wrtlt-tharotean ! BUG 19 EASIER “To TRIM “THas bh Wick! He PLAYS A GAME AS OPEN AS A Fi ACRE LOT, Ai'You COULDN'T SUMP ONE OF WIS MEN WITH A SET | OF SKIIS! = \7 Wa-HAs WHY SPN * You HAD MORE MOVES “MAN A HULA DANCER, AMY! COULDNT See'em |) With A TELESCOPE! | | H DOINGS OF THE DUFFS HELEN, | MET THE GREATEST DUMBBELL | EVER MET IN MY LIFE, LAST NiGHT AT THE Dance! HE ASKED ME WHAT MY NAME WAS AND | DIDN'T WANT "To TELL HIM SO} SAID MAYS THEN HE WANTED MY PULL NAME AND! TOLD /ANOHE HIM; MAYONNAISE ® AND HE SAID WE WouLD CALL ME /GET IT up = EVERETT TRUE Yi. BET NINE DONT, BY CONDO Olivia Treats Them Rough THAT'S HiM ON THE PHowe NOW = CAN You BEAT A BIRD LiKe THaT?, PAGE 18 BY STANLEY NOAA BAXTER, A GREAT LOVER OF THE DRAMA, REPorrs Fry TAAT HE SOLD OVER TWO BUSHELS OF HIS BEST GRADE OF PEANUTS 4, DOLLARS To THE NIGAT THE SHOW TROUPE PLAYED AT THE OPRY HOUSE . HELLO - 1S MISS MAYONNAISE THERE? 'D LIKE SPEAK To HER- MAYONNAISE 1S DRESSING: OUT OUR WAY “MW OH,1S SHEP WELL, J°LL CALL AMERICAN DISHEST WHY YESSAH,WE'S Deheld Ben's approach if welghtier @istant margin of the Iake. For all| shore lina drew up to him. matters had not occupied thelr minds. SAY WATER, EVERY that the hour was late, It burned| But he could not #9 on. ‘The fire and bright. He watched It, euely conscious of the insidious advance of a ghastly fear. Beatrice was his ally now--if thene weeks had sent home ov= tart to him ft was this and her.absence micht easily ind!- cate that she was helpless in the enemy's hands. The ik sugmented ugly possibilities. Yer he could not aid her. He could scarcely walk; even the krife that he wore at his belt was missing, probably carrled by Beatrice when'she gathered roots > tn the woods. But presently all questions as to iy course were settled for him. Hix straining ear caught the faintest, al- Most imperceptible vibration in the alr—a sound-wave so dim and ob- youre that !t seemed tmposstble that the human mind could interpret !t— | itself was hardly a quarter of a mile distant, directly across the Inke, but to follow the long sbore was an tn- |superable mile, Already his log mus- lcles were failing him, retusing to re- spond to the impulse of his nerves, Yet it might be that {f he could make [himseif heard his enemies would [leave the girl for a moment, at least —give her an tn reaptte—while they came and dispatched his own life, Whatever they were doing to her, there tn that ring of firetight, might be stayed for a moment, at) least, But at that instant he remembered | the canoe, He had always kept 16) hidden In @ little thicket of tall reeds | —if only the girl had not removed it} from Ito place in his weeks of #ick-| ness! He plunged down Into the tot, ar Page 898 REX Again the‘lightning Mashed and the thunder roared. It was too much; Rex didn't know where Margarst was, there wasn't any house mor any coat closet, nor shelter, nor anything but dark. ness, and blinding Slashes of light and awful sound. Tucking his tail between his legs, Rex started home, home, hundreds of miles away. Oa Sex ran, and on and on and ter him and around him, before and behind, roared the storm. nad with it blue ling rain-sweet Margaret peeped out and amiled at the beauty of the woods in spite of the rather dreary work of getting breakfast and putting the camp to rights in the dam mA. ’ Everybody felt Better for the fant was really quite @ merry ment, til Margsret said, “Whores Rex? echoed; then they began a warch; but no trace of tre dog ¢1ild be found; he wax gone. ought to have remembered,” Margaret moaned, ‘oor old fel~ low, he always han been so afraid Cp thunder storm. 1 wonder ire the ones who ber Rex,” one of t "Heaven \nows y wh to do without tha They traveled oa, und been one three weeks w dn} rt we remem 4. “a of us found one one of | Seattle | * that they say belongs to you." Rex was just a dog, but the way two of thore boys Jumped on their horses and the way they rode Ikety-cut back over the trail shozred how much they eared, ‘The family was just, sitting down to supper whén Mey got back, and It was certainly a feast of Joy, And It wax bard who was the dog. o to the other jlcking thelr hands, almost wagging his tail off, and looking as if he would burst’ with not being able to tell them why he had run away. After a whilo t them acrons the 4 ly the summer 1 upon them, the cattle #lumped and Kroaned under their yokes, and wate, more precious than pearls and diarnonda, had to be hauled and dealt out sparingly. ‘The little frail wifo drooped ke @ broken Illy, she became more and more ill, and Margaret began to think they would surely have to make for her a desert rave. Hour atcer hour she nat benide her, doing what she could for her comfort; heur after hour, behind -the wagon, trudged Rex, his tongue hanging out, Nis breath coming shorter and shorter, but with death hovering #o neat the Nite wife, Margaret's syen wore, dim with’ tears and her hands were full. fo ne one realines until too late that the faithful dom had uscd his last mite of strength, that he couldn't follow another mile, The Ittle wife got well, hut Rox slept his last #leop on the trall, AKA | % tablespoon rice Nour | 3 cups stock (made trom bone in | Plenty of Rice ‘They had only to walk to the edge of the firelight and stars down thru | a rift In the trees to we him. But| they stood with the angry glare re-| vealing a strange and sinister Intent- | fess in thetr drawn fa | ous spreulations In thelr evil eyes (Coatny [CHOP SUEY BY BERTHA E. SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University 2 Ibs. fresh pork 2 cups hliced onion 2 cups sliced celery % cup chopped green peppors 1 cup sliced canned or fresh mushrooms $ tablespoons Soyu sauce 1 teaspoon cornstarch or pork) 1 cup rice From the pork, cut off every bit of fat; cut the meat in tiny thin slices, and put bones on In four cups cold water to cook 20 or 30 minutes, Fry the fat until crisp, then add onfona and cook Without browning for five minutés, Add celery, cook five minutes. Add meat, cook 10 minutes, add pepper, mushrooms, cornstarch or rice flour diluted with cold water, add stock, cover closely and cook 30 minutes. Serve on a platter surrounded with rice which fas been cooked dry. A La Chinese The Chinese add twice as much cold water as rice, a teaspoon of salt to each cup of rice, and cook in a kottle closely covered 10 min- utes or until the water has disap- peared. ‘Then place kettle where rice will steam, but not burn, for 20 minutes. It should be dry, and! kernels distinct. Soy Bean Sauce The Shoyu or Soyu sauce ts tho Worcestershire of China, It is made from the soy bean and gives the characteristig favor found In Chi nono food, If At cannot be pure chased, use Worcesternhire, one tablospoon, and a little salt, ‘The Soyu nauce In salty, and where used, | no other malt t# required. CASTORIA For Infants and Children In USE FoR OVER 30 YEARS Always bears WHY Down'T You Take (T,4 — TSs- Hee ft BECAUSS WHEN IL GGT To CAYVGHING over SOMSTHING FONNY L CAN'T DO A THING {ltl THE ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAP, 44—KATE HAD LIED BEGIN HERE TODAY KATE WARD, widow of DAN WARD, living with her father, JUSTIN PATSONS, haa a visitor, CHINATOWN ALICH, who maya Dan wns father of her ohild, DOROTHY, Kate i much perturbed. A fow evenings later she and her father find the unconscious viet of an auto oraan near thelr home, and carry him In, Reviving, he he te JAMES LATHAM, He woon Kato, who, fond of him, yet devoted to Dan's mem= ory, does not know what to may. ‘Then ft develops that Latham wan neq nd believer he knows of Me ishing shack the latter which may pontala papers thron‘ng Hght on hie past, Latham nd Kate visit the shack and find the trunk. but no documents preasing hi the wor Dan Paris Kate woman." GO ON WITH THE STORY Kate ‘sat slient, motiontess, James Latham should not see how the thought of Dan's falthlessness had shaken her. His months of wervice overseas were vivid, indeed, Ho had gone away with a promise Latham, attit woman in was the with int. {and come back, she thought, having fulfilled it, She remembered well the day of his going and of his re: n. She had believed In him, Yet Kate that during | THIN ON “THIS BILL OF Fr REIS FRENCH; HE ENT YOu ANY AMERICAN DISHES had besn registered at a Paris hotel with a woman. She had sald the woman was herself—yet she had had never been in Paris! She had led! What of Latham? “1 was the woman with him,” she repeated aloud and looked squarely at Latham, @ alight smile curving her lips, It was hard to carry the thing oft #0. | Latham was / silent — strangely allent for the remainder of the jour. ney. When at length the car drew up in front of the home of Justin Par- sons, he held out his hand, “Good night,” be said, Kate wondered at the odd intona- tion, It was incomprehenalble, some- thing of regret, something of ourl- onlty, Her impuise was to ask him why his voice sounded #o strangely, but she checked the words and said almply: “Good night." Latham had just told ber that he She witched the oar as it bore NOT MENTIONING CORNED she turned to the house. She paused moment at the door, Latham had GOT CHILI CON CARNE, AN WE HAS MACARONI AN SAURKRAUT SUH- then, Had she the thing to do over put the trunk on the veranda, she |@#ln, she “ght, she thought, have him take it farther be: feared disturbing Justin, who was asleep In the nouse, She touched the cover of it tender ly. Bhe loved it, loved the dilapidat- ed thing—Just because’ it had been Dan's! Latham couldn't rob her of her dream. What if he did say he had seen Dan In Paris with a woman? What {f he did! The more her ideal threatened to vanish, the more she clung to It. With every attempt of Latham's to rob ber she grew richer and mere miserly of her dreams, Yet her sloop that aight din turbed by the echo of Latham's volco —smooth, deep, colorful; by the touch of his hand-—tight but firm} by the smile tn his syes, She wondered, when she awakened in the morning, Just why she had Jot him go away with so cool a done differently! {To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) ss esis li i tical G@mpany” 5 MPLETE $5 All Work Guaranteed 1603 Wen! * North of Pine MR. BUSINESS ALAN: Tako advantage of our $2.0 monthly club rate, and have sult looking fresh ever; PACIFIC DYH WORKS ini Phone Wert 0340, Since 1915