The Seattle Star Newspaper, January 30, 1923, Page 9

TUESDAY, JANUARY 380, 1928. batisststscstissistitsssstostssestestisiseestesesitiiiiitiett hes sstiiiiLeSeeeeLetL Liss sag THE SKYLINE OF SPRUCE i By EDISON MARSHALL | i. Copyright, 1922, Little, Brown & Company PoststssssscstisstrssstsstsssststsssiitesSseeeeiessiastines (Continued From Yesterday) | XLI Tt was a wilderness moon ever the spruce tonight—whit new silver, increditly large, inscrut ably mysterious, The winds had whisked away the last pale cloud that might have dimmed its glory its Nght poured down wih equa! bounty ak and hill, forest and yellow | most deeply of its enchantment: tal stately trees pale and nebulous as if with silver frost, each little stre dancing and shiminering in Its It every glade laid with a fairy tape try, every shadow dreadful and black im contrast. The wilderness breathed and shivered as if swept with pas ston. The wilderness moon {x the moon of desire; and all this great space of silence seemed to respond. It seemed to throb, like one living entity, as if in Ienging for something lost long ago—a half-forgotten happiness, a glory and a triumph that were gone never to return. No creatures that followed the woods trails were dv and flat tonight. They were all sw with mystery, knowing vague long ings or fierce desires. It was the harvest moon; but here It did light the fields so that men mi harvest grain. Rather it {llumt the hunting trails so that the bes of prey might find relief from the wild lusts and seething ferment that was In their veins. But mostly the forést mood was disconsolate, rather than savage, tonight. The wild geese on the Iake called their weird and plaintive cries, thetr strange com ts that no man understands; the hed in Insane despair; and tes on the ridge wailed out the pain of living and the vague longings of thetr wild hearts In the glory of that moon Fenris the wolf knew the same, reststless longings that so many times before had turned him from the game trails. There was something here that was unutterably dear to him—something that drew him, called him like a voice, and he could not turn aside Because he was a beast, he likely | 414 not know the force that was drawing him again along the lake shore. Yet the souls of the lower] creatures no man knows; and per- haps he had conscious longings, pro- foundly intense, for a moment's touch of a strong hand on his shoul-/ der—one never-to-be-forgotten caress | from a@ certain god that had gone to @ cave to live. It was true that his) wild tnstancts, ever more in dom!- mance these past weeks, would likely halt him at the cavern maw, permit- ting no intimacy other than to as- certain that all was well, They were too strong ever to brook man's con- trol again. The moon was a moon of destre, but only because it was also the moon of memory—and per- haps memories, stirring and exalting, ‘were sweeping thru him. Straight as an arrow he turned toward the cave. His followere—the gaunt female and two younger males, the structure about which the winter pack would form—hesttated at first. They had mo commanding memories of the cav- ern on the far side of the lake. Yet Fenris was their leader; by the Geep-lying laws of the pack they must follow where he led. They could not decoy him into the trails of | fame. As ever they sped swiftly, st-| Jently after him. Tn this forest of desires Ben knew but one—that he might yet be of ald to Beatrice, But he knew in his heart that ft was a vain hope He was within a hundred yards of Ray’s camp now, but the struggle to reach the lake and the poling across its waters had brought him seemingty to the absolute Imit of his strength, clear to the brink of utter exhaustion. Never in his life before had he known the full meaning of fatigue—fatigue that was like a paralysis, blunting the mechanism of the brain, burning tke a slow fire in his muscles, pols- oning the vital fluids of his nerves. Stroke after stroke, never ceasing! — ‘The flame was high, crackling—fjust before him. Thru a rift tn the trees he could see the outline of two men and the slim form of the girl. Just a few yards more. But of all the desires that the moon invoked In the woods people there ‘were none so unredeemed, so wicked and cruel as this that slowly wakened | in the evil hearts of these two de- generate men, Beatrice’s captors. She cept such at citement fire; except a curious, tntermifttent, upward sensed it only vaguely at first. All the disasters that had fallen upon SESE SSeS OSeRIiSiStetSsaa had not taught her to a ing &s this: surely thi i her, at least Ther nd spot in the bral that often will not let the ugly trut her hy would be «pa is 4 kindly go home For @ strange, still moment Ray face seemed devold of all expression, It was flat and lifeless as dark clay Then Beatrice felt the insult of hi pe around her wrtate, id. “We don't want. to qui Chan, take on her getting away.” He spoke slowly, rather flatly |There was nothing that her senses could seize updn—elther in his face or volee, t ustify the swift, strang ling horror that came upon her, He stood simply gazing, and as sho met parted and drew a grimace of terror they stood until the blood began tc leap fast im Chan's veins. She needed n furthe distllustonment. Chan spoke behind her, a startled oath cut off ort she felt him moving wiftly Coward her Tt was her last instant of respite; and her muscle set and w for a final, desperate attempt at self-defense. She wore Ben's knife at her belt, and her band aped toward it. But the motion, fast as it was, came too ate, Chan mw it; and leapin wiftly, his arms went about her anc pinned her own arms to her aides. She tried in vain to fight her wa out of his grasp. She writhed, screaming; and in the frenzy of her fear she ali but succeeded in hurling him off. She managed to draw the knife clear of the sheath, yet she couldn't raise her arm to strike, Ray was alding his confederate now; and in an instant moro she was helpless, Thelr drawu faces bent close to hers, She felt their hot hands as they drew her wrists tm front of her and fastened them with a rope, “Not too tight, Chan," Ray advised “We don't want her to get uncemfortable before we're done with her. Don't tle her ankles; she can’t run thru the brush with her arms tied. Now give her a moment to breathe.” They stood on each aide of her, re-| % (} Wear You SHOUT Now, SOMEBODY'D THINK You GTRAIGHTENED UP TH! LEANING TOWER OF PIGAs WHY You ONLY BEAT ME BY ove MAN! THE MATOR TAKES BUSTER (nuerate-ave GAME FoR A GAME OF CHECKERS == } knew of ber peril Her voice rose shrilly to a scream, “Ben—help me!” And Rays hands fell from her shoulders as he hoard the incredible anawer from the shore of the lake. The brush rustled and cracked: there was a strange sound of a heavy foot- fall—slow, mnateady, but approaching them ax cectain as the speeding stars “pproach their mysterious destina- tions in the far reaches of the aky. Ray straightened, staring; Chan stood as if frozen, his hands half- garding her with secret, growing ex-| raised, hin eyes wide open. ed too far to know pity for this girl terror and tn contrast with the stark paleness of her fate, the lips that/exbaustion, deathly pale yet with «| face of fron, Ben came reeling toward | tremMed wo plteously, the slender, girlish figure so helpless to thelr de- Praved destres moved them not at all. The scene was one of never-to-be- forgotten vividness. ‘The tenderness | and mercy, most of all the restraint that har become manifest in men tn these centuries since they have left thetr for-set lairs to live in permanent abodes, had no place here. About them riiaged the primeval forest, en- silvered by the moon; the fire at the edge of the thickets the mo- tlonless form of Jeffery Neilson lay with face buried In the soft, summer grass All was alent and motionless, except the fierce crackling of the twitching of the corner of Ray's lips. “So you and Ben are bunkies now, are youT” he asked slowly, without emphasis. But the gtri made no reply, onty wazing at him with starting eyes “A traitor to us, and Ben's squaw!™ He turned fiercely to Chan. “I guess that gives us right to do what we) want to with her. And now she can yoll if she wants to for her lover | to come and save her.” She did not even try to buy thetr mercy hy Informing them where they might find Ben. Only too well she Already they had descend- | jon earth was no dreadful but that it crackled with # dread ferocity; and | would be somewhat alleviated by the “I'm coming, Beatrios,” some one said tn the coverts Her cries, ut- ‘The wide-open eyes, so dark with/tered when her father fell, had not fone unheard. In tho last stages of them out of the moonlight. xu Ben walked quietly Into the circle of firelight and stood at Beatrice’s | |aide, But while Ray and Chan! gazed at him as if he wan a mpectre | from the grave, Heatrice’s only im- | fact of his presence: just the lee, AT Ray's alms had been at- tained. With Ben's death the claim, Daas entirety to him—except for much share as he would have to give Chan. knew that their dreadful intentions | His star of fortune waa in the sky. | could not be turned aside: she would|It was his moment of glory—long- only sacrifice Hen without aiding |awalted but enrnpturing him at Inst herself. Ray moved toward her, his| Nelleon Imy weriousty wounded, per- eyes deeply sunken, the pupils abnor-| haps dead by now, Whatever his in- mally enlarged. “You haven't lost all your looks,” juries, he would not go back with them to mhare in the gold of the ho told her breathlessly, “That|claim. The girl, also, wan his prey— mouth is still pretty enough to kiss, And I guess you won't slap—this time—" to do with what he Itked. (Continued Tomorrow) He drew her toward him, his dark face lowering toward hers She struggled, trying to wrench away from him. Helpless and alone, the moment of final horror was at hand. In this last instant her whole being leaped again to Ben—the man whose strength had been her fort thrucut all their first weeks in the wilds, but whom she had left helpless and sick in the distant cavern. Yet even now he would rise and come to her if he ‘ar. * Page Strange that this “sad ending” story should have a dog in it, too, This one has two dogs in fact; great, brave, splendid dogs— friends who did their best to save their master’s life. The time was in the long ago, that you and David and Pegsy know about, and the place, of course, was in the great Oregon country, in the deep, dark woods. Into that great forest a settler had found his way, and built his Httle hom¢. All about the home the trees crowded close and thick, and the children could seo the sky only by looking straight up. Farther on, a little wey, a broad creek ran, and here and there, along its banks, grew alder trees, and low brush and it was lighter there, and the sun shone down quite warmly on bright days. There was very little food left after the family got itwelf settled and there were 16 children under 4 most unusual family, with twing and triplets in it, which made it a very big family indeed. & * OY BD mel _ 4 14 years, to feed! You nee, it waa, Now, it happened that the Oglesby family, about whom you Qrattle « * * 899 ANOTHER SAD ENDING STORY have had so many stories, wore the nearest neighbors that these people had, and that's how David and Peggy got the story; thru Mrs. Kahler, who used to be Sylba Oglesby. It was a problem all the live long time to get enough for all those children to eat; the mother cooked roots, aud raspberry shoots; and she made “coffee” and soup and mush, all out of the sane sack of wheat, and when sho needed flour, she dipped out some more, *"< Wis 2d some ot the chil* pounded, and sifted and cieaned the wheai tll it was mde into * sort of contse, brown four, out of which she made ‘(heir bread, Af. all the boys who were bit enouch “hunted,” and shot rab- bits and squirrels and pheasants; ani they fished and Greased fish fo cooking; and eveivbody picked berries, and everybody ‘aelped clear the little pate of ground and plant and dig pita. tovs, But {t was the father who tad to go farther into the forest in) hunt the big game ike deer o rear, And it was on one of ther« huoting trips that the dread ‘ul thing (really too dreadful to « eve) happered, (fa. Bo Continued) CRAB MEAT (Creole) BY BERTHA EF. SHAPLEIGH Of Columbia University 1 large can or 1 pound fresh crab meat 1 medium onton, thinty aliced | 1 clove or bean gartic, chopped 2 green peppers, thinly sliced lomatoes, peeled and chopped 6 mushrooms, peeled and sliced 2 tadlespuons olfve off 1 tablespoon butter 1 teaspoon sugar 1 teaspoon salt % teaspoon paprika Slight grating nutmeg Few grains. cayenne Fry onion, garlic and peppers tn the ollve of! five minutes. Add |tomatoes, mushrooms and senson- lings and cook 20 minutes. Cook and cook 15, minutes. Seanon to taste, Serve on platter, garnished with puff paste points, . Or make in a chafing dish, using |blazer until the last cooking, which should be done by using hot-water | pan, | Puff paste points are made by joutting the trimmings from patties jor any left-over piece of paste into pointed triangles, Bake a dolicate 1S IT HARD FOR YOU | TO KEEP WARM? ‘won’ nearly as warm as tel; Fed. blood, and vitality which comes from fect health. x Tonic and Blood Enricher III, ener ee a ne TTT | crab meat In butter five Gitacteaet Add erab meat to the other mixture | THE SEATTLE STAR ISE BY AHERN WELL BOS I Doi” WANT 1D APPEAR SIN« ” x J OW, WASTHAT ¥ BUS BEAT BOASTFUL, BUTI SAW | STRATEGY?» HIMGELF BY “ME RESULT oF “THAT rey yp AS A SNEEZE GAME AFTER BUSTER'S WAS ONL VIHEN We BLEW FIRGT HOVE = 1 PLAcED| | AWKWARDNESS F416 cleckeR MY MEN IN PRECARIOUS | bp-coitp stra in | OFF WIS KING POSITIONS To TRAP Aaa) UP A Ad! YT LITTON BUSTER, AND IN HIS SPACE WHILE TH’ SPACE iN EAGERNEGS 0 WIN, Nou "Took Your FRONT oF HE FELL PREYO THE REGULAR MOVE) \ NouR MAN! STRATEGY I PLANED i “MAT LED. 10 HIS DEFEAT« Haw ! STANDING PLAYING oF MATOR ~ ONE GAME) “ie *RUBBER ToMoRROW: DOINGS OF THE DUFFS DORIS, WEVE GOT To GET More OF ASYSTEM TO OUR WAY OF UMING - YOU DO THINGS THE WAY YOU WANT TO AND | DO THEM MY WAY~ WEgHOULD HAVE A MORE DEFINITE UNDERSTANDING ~ VE GOT Te PUT A WAWT AD In THS PACGR Pom ANOTHER STENDGRAPHER, pee au ome seenee OrFRCcS INTO Cike THE Resr, THis LAST ONG HAS HOOKED ove u ve With sone JASPER “a! See nue ANDO HAS FLOWN AWAY CAN Dol re Cace VP HS Ricwr Hscco, |S THS THS ADVERTWBING DeeqRImMenT F WHY, L WANT To ORDER A WANT AD FOR MY HUSBAND, GvERoTT TRUS. Yes. THRD PLocR. WORD Ir CIES “THIS? “WANTED — SxPaeRiauceD GNOQRAPHER, PLAIN WIDOW WITH DEPENDENT CHILDREN PRERSRAED* Mo: THAT'S Mawr — THE ONE-MAN WOMAN BY RUTH AGNES ABELING CHAP, 45—KATE WRITES TO ALICE BEGIN HERE TODAY thinks somewhat Inopportunely, KATO WARD, widow of thoy part on rather oool terms. DAN WARD, has a visitor, GO ON WITH THE STORY CHINATOWN ALICE, who says Dan was! Justin Parsons was looking at the father of her ohlld, trunk which had been put on the veranda the night before, when Kate appearéd in the door next morning, “Where did this dome from, DOROTHY, Kate te much pertarbed. A fow evenings later she and her fath JUSTIN PARSONS, find the unconactous victim of an auto crash near thelr perenne carry him in, Reoovering: | reatioy ho asked, JAMMS LATHAM, He woos Kato, who,| “James Latham and I brought It fond of him, yet olinging to Dan's) tast night, father,” she suid, and mamory, does not know what to do, It develops that Latham know Dan, tte iN takes Kato to a fishing shack the latter | longed to Dan.’ owned and shows her a trunk he thinks “Looks as if it might have done considerable traveling.” Justin ex. prenes bie sult, Katelamined the battered baggage while fice, may oontain papers throwing Haht on Dan's past, but they find no documents inside, Letham THE OLD HOME TOWN 5 BARBER ae YOU SAY JIMS STINGY WITH TH Wi? “Gi rr re F NAW, ) WONT WAIT- IM ALL OUT OF TA’ NOTION, IN AGAIN NEXT &) G SSN. CF af = THAD CLAYPOOL DIDNT GET HIS HAIRCUT S “TODAY ON ACCOUNT OF THE BIG CROWD OF CHECKER PLAYERS JN THE BARBER SHOR A Practical Demenetration TAKE “TOM POR AN EXAMPLE- 1 HB 1S THE BOSS IN HIS HOMB- HIS FAMILY DOES AS HE GaYS~ THEY DowT DictaTE TO HIM ~ THERE 1S A GENERAL UNDERSTANDING -AND LOOK AT WELLO DANNY! THERE'S YouR MOTHER AND FATHER AT WHY AM L GOING TO DROWN “THESE PURS? WELL “THE MAIN REASON 1S THAT THEY HAVE NO PEDIGREE - A MATRIMONIAT MISTER THEM 1S JUST AGENCY aNd BE GEE Mi is “TH’ KIND OF DORGS wor 1 LOVE “IH BEST, GOSH AINT IT FUNNY HOW 1 JUS HAPPEN “LIKE ZACKLY TH’ KIND OF DORGS WOT You DONY LIKE ? LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT nothing for her to say, She and the trunk were strangers, That part of his life which the trunk represented Dan had never shared with her. She wondered vaguely her father, if Alice had known some- Perhaps, she thought, perhaps Alice had known more of his leisure hours than she, Tho idea grew on Kate. came jealous—jealous of something which couldn't exist in the present and which was only a possibility of Hor answers to Justin's attempts at conversation were shors, preoccupied. Hir whole thought was centered on Alice. as sho watched Sho must seo tho Sho must have it out with her, whether she were in spirit the widow of Dan Ward or KATE GLANCED AT THE LET. SMILED WHIMSI- Bhe must know As she dropped the letter in the PAGE 11 BY STANLEY GIT FER BAY RUM? OH HELLO! TAKE YouR. ———} THINGS OFF AND FY ComE OUT! Latham. She had decided upon 4 course, She was quite happy, f her mind could be at rest, at until an answer to her note can She wondered whether would make any attempt to see in the future. They had parted not quite friendly spirit. He broken a promise and she had been indulgent with it. 4 Why hadn't she been, she dered? Women always liked to have break promises when the bi ni was a compliment! She should have been happy that ye did, And, @ she looked back over the thing, believed that she was. She fou herself hoping, in gpite of her t ment of jealousy over Dat a hours before, that James would seek her out again and whether the thing had amounted to a mere legality, then, after a silence, added: "It be- box she glinced at it and Tiss Alloe, in care of Sing Loy." te smiled on her way home, even ventured to think of James desk, composed then sot out for the village poatof- tinue to break his promise! Uncertain of one man, she wante to flirt with many, for such Is heart of woman! (To Be Continued) Wopyright, 1944 Seattle