The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 10, 1923, Page 9

= HE SEATTLE STAR PAGE 9 a a a to that; I ink of china, Water ed te am us t @ without them ailly, rathes, tt g and | trive to think | ! le whe ass you, then | E into the win: | prig, cries « @ laundry, devoid of |in this acquain #0 that they may look and venture to |! I audde sone does not try to pass past bim and jump into an omni read is measured. A sol-|/bus that has pu a} An Australian?) passenger, And as I stand, swaying ublesome, Stil he at the rail, I am almost crying, be-|of collar and tie me. Perhaps he is not|oause I have thrown this |ered about our equivalent of colli but only golng the|chance of company; this motor bus|and te They don't well Irritating this, Which ts |is taking me I don’t knc minor pleasures, If they Now he gains o% me, and by @/| the bitter part te that It 4 inferior ‘. ter where It's all the na | (Though aye rowds provide the same loneliness | class to w evening:” 1 say nothing, but only [for the individual. But I can’t do|external delicacy alk w little faster, Oh, I don’t like}it. A dozen times in my life Ive| spiritual superiors, but thelr exterior im * * * but @ mudden sense of} tried, but at the last moment, even|It takes @ lifetime of education to my loneliness comes to I've] when I have replied, when I have|teach a man to clean bi othing to do. Why shouldn't I’ [been attracted, I couldn't go on, The|get the glaze off his for After all, tf I'd met him at a dance,|hands of the dead women of the|to clean his teeth before ca what harm would there be in it? He's | ‘Trent clan, women who didn't do this|us, Yet, I don’t Itke them when ot familiar; he's talking with amt: | sort of thing, have plucked me by the | they're too highly polished and amell able idiocy of the evil weather; he| skirt and pulled m Cologue. Ob EVERETT TRUE I KNEW UD FIND You Down Hers AUIS (1S SATVR DAY Ae TORNOON, AND BGPFORS You PLAY ANY MORG lL WANT TO SOT INT THOS caR AND The tHe wrese tt u the tke that? One's afraid. | risk of meet o's going | awful a jo I went on answering advertine | suffe I got so far as being t wed by & Harley st. surgeon ed & necretary; he did not think uitable, but told mes bluntly | that I was too pretty for him. He was perfectly nice about it, and very |wympathetla As he it: “Al £004. looking for @ lot of trouble same one can't a”, take the! a ing agency, offices; tor = secretary to @& a lee @ thr 04 nO was & « them oi 00. orm y after |p be ct el, but a Little later a draw: | oP I know t would as er opens « st 1 closes look inte Mabel Thornton, for that | stop Was hor name, ts ery, i your face, p suddenly to look may dilly Clr ¢ knows that | n day papers they 1 w, oF from eczema. Now she was k at Lealholme & Rotherby’s, Oxford st. drapers Continued Tororrow) 500 Persons Fight to Rent Dwelling unless she has| OUNDLE. Feb. 10—Mere the rare luck to come upon « cynical |ihan 60 ounded a house I mean an employer who and fought = onde to her charms, but Is dis to the quality of his own dispersed by the URSULA TRENT Novel by W. L. George, 4 also to my not make th at the ¢ °, This crea sort of wiunity; each knew the other did. We might have gone Isabel ts Mirtin : jon for a long time, bound | . ng with @ tall and rath: | thick, if tt bad not been that Miss er handsome man whom call] Thornton also found it cheaper Lord Alec, What a weak mouth | cook on Since” orien 12 noes ta Crater: aby er on different fires lesson in #0 iste ow of 4 tho we houre. me tl . m BO foe ver wait Copyright, 1991, by Harper @ Brothers waking | up our minds me uns me. ed up to depoatt s before we've made lier? He'll ur ot gain o: lowing 1 ame way miles rhapa hat they're wea: ng the right kind They haven't both i CHAPTER It 4 Farewell to Plutus . A sort of cw pens at first prevented me from going to see Isabel. If I'd stith been her * sister from the country We'd it. have talked of the old rocking-horse. But Isabel marred with @ wed, chin rammed | Whe house in Carogan square, as slangy as breaking into the politics |™ans, a delicious thing called, I be ’ with the statement that Jack's han. | “eve, Armer Ritter, The poor knight talking a different sian; ack’s han: | p m wt 4 *+|dicap ts absurd and that he's bound rding to the recipe, took severa f smart slang rather than war work-/to win the Stoke Poges handicap tf | al! of bread, soused them in milk . ers slang, good-looking, tho crude | they leave it at four, The men talk |! which was mixed the yolk of an 4 4 where I am delica! ad with @ side- cconwaye, and I have time to con-| 8s, and fried the result, adding “ | sider the women, notably Mrs, Guth. | ®usar later on. It was lovely, worth Jeng glance when she talks to men’, ia rather lovely in a hys.|five-pence for an egg; milk was very Isabel? Or was | terical ¥, with lustrous brown | ear, too, 80 I put « little water e q she not rather @ stranger, Mra Os-/eyes, like madeira, surrounded by | ito the milk; the egg» were farm maston? Ittred sones, house eggs. It didn’t matter, I was Isabel just burst at me, not angrily| “I'm all for usefulness,” she says,| "her hungrier tn London than like Aunt Augusta, but tm @ nasty,/ “but one thing I won't do—I won’t| ad been in Hampshire, The air, I cold way. She didn’t call me unnat-| buy a hat for a country cousin, They | SUPPO#e. ural; she called me « damn fool. always say I have no taste, Fancy} Well, just ag 1 wae taking out the “How you can be such a little fool”/my poor Cousin Ada with second alice, there was a knock sald Isabel, “I can't understand |aigrette! And I love aigrettes.” my door and the giri can You've never done anything queer! This produces a conflict with Mra Have you got a match until now. Really, it's hard to be-/| Rad who has social views and|gloomily. “My fire's gone ow! Meve we're sisters |Always supports plumage bills, She| held out the matchbox. “The fire al "But, Bel! . . .” | fixes 4 malevolent glance on Mrs. | Was goes out,” she went on. "You're a perfect Guthrie's beautiful eyes, those eyos| We looked at each other for a mo they away ar { and @ sort of shy re upon ere of & one just can’t nen are of a that makes | sausages to; where pe advertised for at & & little shadow on his oollar Ww r sits a rent g%, yellow man] tor Upnor would have orget, perfectly | evening molded on his yellow | F yea pitched battle until was mak king officer ause i hair mouth cl into collar are np our | emotic ce. Isabel I rolated this puzzling experience to Mabel Thornton. “Ob,” she said he must be balmy. I've never met one who was—how 4id he put it’. Nisabuned with the quality of his own emotions, and I've been working for 19 years.” Bhe was 28, and t had filled seven ai Rats Throw 600 Men Out of Employment HABLINGDEN, Eng, Feb. 10.-— Damage ciused by rate et a big 12 years| weaving mill here threw 600 em 4, #tarting | pl f work BY WILLIAMS de n . + + Well, was o SMITH, WELL DEYS “100 SMALL DEN GOSS, CAUSE AH CAINT BE BOTHERED TAKIN’ MAH SHOES OFF EVERY “TIME. AH PUTS MAH PANTS ON. CANT GET Your FEET THROUGH THE LEGS ? WELL YOU COULD IF NOUD “AKE OFF idiot. For no ir reason that I can see, except all this fuss about the obelisk, you go away, Quarrel with papa, who's so easy to manage if only you never tell him with the faintly bister eyelids, hunt ed eyes that contrast with the smil-| ing mouth. Mrs, Radway is very dif- | ferent, tall, thin, incredibly agile and ment, and perhaps I was sensitive that night, I drew an additiona meaning from that remark; looked at her, 1 found myself think I the truth; you refuse an allowance |lanky. She expounds soctal prinet aa if you thought you'd have to be/ples, She would relieve the unem- grateful for taking !t, And you start | ployed Ufe with 40 pounds Forty! Then We go upstairs, we women. t enough to buy an opera| My shameful situation ts exposed. | | Mrs. Radway promises to see the Charity Organization society on my i unkempt and Srrogantly, tho somewhat annoyed te | behalf. For employment or relief, Ij “One has to eat,” feel that I couldn't buy an opera) wonder? I talk to Mrs. Guthrie, for}saw in her eyes something ¢ | 1 lke her savage eyes. She's a fool, | frightened mo, for it was so unha but I can’t help liking her when she | py It broke thru my reserve, for | explains that sho's terrified of thun- | replied: |derstorms, and so, when she's in a| “Yes, one has to eat something to car, she always wears shoes with | keep alive. One wonders why.” |India-rubber soles, these being non. “Oh, you feel like that, toof she conductors. We get on beautifully. | sald, with a little amlla, She nodded | Hop eprersc pac Won't I come to tea? To lunch? To| toward the frying pan. “What are anything? Is this the dawn of for-| you making there? I told her. Ove ToMeR RoW} NOW (THEN, MAKS A tune? Alas! a fortnight later, Mra} "Oh, sounds @ bit thin, The sort| |/TURN TO THs LeeT STC (<< Guthrie disappears into a private|of thing women upposed to like. My Men go on at us about it, don’t they? OUT SOUR HA NED oe home for morphine maniacs. She jing of lif@ and wondering if the fire jalways went out Queer girl, I saw her better now, She had fine black hair, matted; her skin was greasy, but she had good teeth and al, rather large hands. 8) rather “I can work,” I replied, a little “Work!” Isabel went on. “You talk like a wuffragette. What's the good of work, except to get a red nose? What do you think you're going to do? Go to an office from eleven to three, or whatever the time ia Never go to a lunch party? Never be seen at a matinep? Catch trains? Launch tn A B C's, I suppose.” “But what else am I to dot” I re- plied, suddenly aggressive. “It's all YoU ONLY TAKS YouR G4R OUT BUNDAYS AND HOLIDAYS, SO A LITTLE PRACTICS IN MY CAR AKS THS MLL HELP TO MAKE THO ROADS BAROR R YY WHEN YOU TAKS YOUR RSMILY very well for you. You're married to Gerves and he lets you have your way in everything. What would you have done if you'd been stuck away tm Hampshire, listening to the church- wardens wrangling about obelisks and never seeing any men, and when you id see a man, like Captain Stan- hope, sticking a silly joke about shar- ing bathrooms. I'd like to know what you'd have done?” “Td have married Capt. Stanhope,” comes back, I find, a year later, cured of her vices and of her good looks. “Cheer up,” says Isabel, as 1 go. | “I'll look out and find something. even tho you are a prawn. Oh, you nutty ittle prawn! why didn’t you stay at home and get properly mar- ried? Then you could have let things jrip. Well, tt can't be helped. See! you soon, and if you must wear stiff collars, for my sake don’t have wash. able ones.” If we had men's wages * ¢ ¢ what's the good of talking? She went out, punctiliously return ing my matches a few minutes later, I did not talk to her again for sev eral days. §he did not offer herself as If she grudged the confidence she had given, and I couldn't offer my self. 1 didn't do those things eanily then, and I don’t now, This re serve! It's unbearable, It cuts you off. It cuts you off when you don't but maid Isabel. “The bathroom was a good beginning. It could have led to great things. That ts, if he could af- me. Since you're an aas, we'll te find something for you to do, now + Come to lunch next want to be cut off, when you're soreaming with loneliness. I've looked out into Balcombe st where nothing happens. It's about half past atx and night {s falling. No taxis pass and the tradeamen have done for the day. One or two people return from work, I leave that win dow, which opens upon nothing, and tell myself I was a fool to leave my people, where, at any rate, some-| body would cook for me But I needn't cook yet, so I walk up and down my room, and it tan't a long way, to and fro and across like the puma at the Zoo. Nothing is mine outside these walls, and I can’t get PUN WASH FONK ALWAYS MEASURES HIS PANS BY THE Foor. CHAPTER Ili Experience. Tt was rather exciting. the advertisement columns of the Telegraph and the Times. Adver tisements are such individual things. Their length or their brevity reveals, om the one hand, the fussy, on the other the casual; the clipped word must mean economy; the statement of the name and address of the ad- vertiser, shamelessness, or a con- sctence devoid of guilt. At least, I think so. 1 like to weave personal ties round these deands for “Short. typ. Gady) exp.” I have a vision of searching a 252 “All right,” I said, feeling that this Giscovery of something for me to do ‘Was worthy of Mr. Dick “What day will sult you?” any day—Tuesday, Wednes- day. Tm lunching out on Wed- mesday. Say Thursday. Lots of peo- They always come on ts full” I TOM, DO You REMEMBER THE TIME THAT YOu WANTEO TO SELL THIS BUGGY P 1 Givinc Tas ROS ROYCE A COAT OF WHITE ENAMEL 1 BEARD Him uP IM THE ATTIC BUT || BD HE'S UP In YOuR could not help admiring her for en Soying herself in that rough way. On ‘Thursday, Gerves was not there, ‘which was annoying, for I knew no- bedy. I gathered, lows from mumbled | introductions than from the conver-| sation at table, who these people ‘This house! Are architects, upholsterers, paychologiats | (all by appointment to His Majesty, King Plutus?) spending their lives on Producing this? They always pro- duce the same expensive and com- Monplace statue in the hall, the same study where nobody studies, with a green-pile carpet, and the inevitable large silver cigaret box. the one who sends out this Uttle lonely message {nto the world of Ia- bor, like the Chinaman who floate a boat of golden paper on the Yangtze kiang, trusting that it will reach his god. Where does it qome from? A palatial bank? An excited theatrical office? Or a mellow room lined with books for the purpose of authorship? All that concealed under Box T. 4978. The trouble was that I never found out who hid behind Box T. 4978. Answer as fully as I might, urge my qualifications, protest my willingness, reduce my salary even to two pounds * * * nothing hap pened. They didn’t like me, There was something, I expect, about my out because there’s nowhere to go I look at the furniture again, at the “History of Scotland” on the red- serge tablecloth, I try to read. Poor as I am, I sub- scribe to the Ubrary, and still follow the authors Doctor Upnor indicated, to whom I add a few on the advice of the Times literary supplement. 1 / have two to choose from tonight, | both very dear to mo, “The,Colestia! | Omnibus” and "The White Peacock.” | Which shall tt be? Forster, and beauty of mind, or Lawrence, and beauty of soul? Ghost of nymph, or nymph’s white flank gleaming in the indo. Or shall I drink a draught like champagne, tart and bubbling, from Anatole France in “The Revolt of the Angels"? Oh, I know {t all, I know ft all. I'm sick of my books, I winh I drank. ‘Then I walk up and down again, and | to and fro, until suddenly I rebel. The streets are mine as woll as averybody’s. I'm hungry. I drag on my cost. I smash my hat over my brows. (Men don’t understand how protected a woman feels when she’s got her hat well down over her eye brows.) I got out.’ It t» dark, cold. ish, dampish. Gloom in the streets, and a greater xloom outside the Dlazing shops, full of venal welcome, the big hotels, full of costly mnyety. I am not of these things; I haven't enough money in my pocket; no friends upon my list, A man ts following me, Tam used + I was sitting next to a man called Mr. Bamburgh, a stockbroker, I be- Under his replies which failed to seduce. This enraged me, for I felt If only I could see these people! Which means that I had some secret faith in my ap- pearance and in my winning way. My neighbor In the back room, whom I'd met once or twice upon the stairs, was a tall girl, darker even than myself, good looking in a way, with large features, a thick under li, and rather prominent brown eyes. She had mumbled something that sounded like “Good mornin; but I knew nothing more of her ox- cept her sounds Oh, those lodg- ing-house sounds! They're bitter things, coming to you anonymously when you're alone in your room with nothing to do, with nobody to go to. ar Seattle _ « * * fd Sto abel Cle 4 Page 909 SEATTLE’S FIRST FISH BUSINESS “That first store,” grandmother| “But there was no ice to keep sald, “stood where Main st.| the fish fresh and cold, and by of going abroad? could recommend Barolino’s hotel tn I say, I haven't the to tell him the truth. He my mood. On the other a@ Mr. Guthrie. Mr. is not, except that he He eats in beautiful sflence. SS APE ORC RTIORE AI ITT TPO SD I SEE AIIM Now ALIN » I WANT You “To “WOME SWEET HoME” STOP LOOKING ouT YT SOUNDS Like FINE SHOES ~ BOOTS —ao aman” OF THE WINDOW, "THERES A COUPLA Home, ((oterascaremncs me (BureHER «. oRus*] MORTGAGES DUE « AND PLAY, "Home. ON IT, EN? SWEET Home” REAL NICE FOR Hiss Herzog | Cronses First ave. S. It would be| the time they got to Callfornia HAS SUCH AN fn the middie of the street if it| most all of it was spotled. EAR FOR MUSIC« ‘were stan’ “ ‘Oh, well,’ the doctor aighed, ‘if eee we can’t ship fish we'll try some. PLAY THis ot! HY UNCLE HOBART! “On the east side of It the for est crowded down dark and close. And on thé west, the high tides brought the water right up to its door. “On the rough shelves were medicine and groceries, side by tide with garden tools and ham- ‘mers, and saws and axeheads, tin cups and palls and bolts of calico and muslin; there was flour and coffee and molanses in barrels on doctor wan the store- keeper. USED TO PLAY THE VIOLIN SIMPLY GRAND BEFORE WE GREW A thing else. Nine hundred barrels of good fish—most of it lost. But we'll try something olse,’ “And so he did. He had men at work clearing his land; he had the |) great trees cut into lumber at “5 Yeuler’s new mill (Dr. Maynard THEYLL BE gave Yesler the land for his mill, |! 3 LOOK FoR you know, Pegry) and he shipped {| “THESE BELLS! lumber to California and made [| 1 enough money to make up for the lost fish.” “Grandmother,” Peggy inter rupted, “wasn’t it his wife who warned the settlers, or something about the Indian war?” “Oh grandmother answered, bringing herself back from her [/ own memories of the doctor him- welt, “Tired of business, are you? And want to hear some war stories? “Yen, Mra, Maynard wan as re markable In hor own way na tho doctor. And their life among tho Indians over pear Port Madison, their escape from massacre and her wild night trip in a cande are another story.” (To Be Continued) RANI een PIECE ANYMORE = at ALWAYS SOUNDS “TH SAME © “He was a busy man, that doctor, and he meant to get rich. “One day he said to his wife, ‘You know, I believe there's big money in the fish around here. I'm bd ed get some barrels made iD @ car San Francisco,’ btbivd “So he got some of the white men busy at making his barrels, and a lot of Indians busy at catch {ng salmon tor him, and when @ sailing veonel came into port, ho loaded his fish and then waited Pr Waited for his ‘ship to come _ A CUTTER UPSET ON MAIN STREET TODAY, £ BREAKING A STORE WINDOW. TWO SLEIGH %,~ BELLS WERE FOUND IN ORAN RoTTERS 4 ° BEARD, SOME TIME LATER, Pies y a ZAC LIN, PLAYS “Home SWEET’ HOME” ALL OUT OF SHAPE = Ctag* STANLEY NEA SERVICE ys os