The Seattle Star Newspaper, February 19, 1923, Page 11

MONDAY, FEBRUARY 109, -_ Copyright, 1921, by (Continued From Yesterday} “Tou don't love me.” He looked at What's the matter, me, surprined. @arting?t” he furtous, There was some. thing matter-of-fact about this! the matter, darling?’ 1 felt that @ husband would talk ike that to a wife. He went on, “Don't I make Dappy?’ He tried to careas cheek. I shrank away. “You don't love me, not really. Only fm one way.” He smiled. “Oh, you women! You always want to be loved tn the other way, Passionately if we love you with our hearts, and with our souls ff it's your smile thrills us” He saw that I was going to ory and took me fm his arms. Then, as he held me eo, as I could feel the beating of his eart, I was conscious of that awful @rsolaticn that I call the pense of the Provisional Here we were, we too, as intimate as human beings can be. Yet separate, yet doomed to drift my @way when the first hatred that men | call passion had passed away. The @esolation turned to anger suddenly Tt mustn't bea It couldn't be I'd mene too far to detach myself. He must be more mine, more wholly mine, and In @ sort of rage I dragged his head down and covered that smooth, cold face with kisses destined to @rouse tn him fo longer passion, but love. He submitted to me almost like ® woman, and, for a moment, I had ® sense of triumph when at last I saw him by my side, a half-amtle Upon the lips that mine had held. I ‘Was @ conqueror malcontent with the completeness, of conquest. I wanted his arms around me still yet knowing that all men turn away in their satisfaction, that all men burn that which they have wor. “I am King Even-Steven, whom Jack Straw put out” The Twins went along the road of Miz-Up Land, asking everyone they met where Jack Straw’s palace was. | Bye and bye they met a nice old man and asked him. “We don’t know where It ls today,” he answ “Some days it’s on top of the hill Some days !t is out on an island in the sea, some days it’s up in the air, and the rest of the Gays we don't know where it is. If §t would only stay put, we could get an army of soldiers and put Jack Straw out. “But you ses, he has a magic ring and whenever he sees us coming hq turns this ring and his palace hops off to another place.” “But doesn't he ever take a walk?” asked Nick. “Yes, he does, but it’s the same|church steep or something thing. Every time he sees someone | coming he turns his ring and his enemy suddenly finds himself stand- ing on his head or up @ tree, or down a well or some place like that. ‘We've done all we can, but It’s of Ro use.” “Please, sir, what is your name?” eked Nancy, for under his old clothes she had spied a bit of pur- T wanted | him never to be satisfied of me and| Harper & Brothers. | *hiped, that men care only for a little time, } 80 I pressed upon his lips caresses which he tolerated, wearted fim, op preseed him, pursued him, inmtead of jteaching him to pursue me, until at| last he almost put me aside. I did not understand, 1 @id not un-| derstand him until years later, when | his memory was nothing more to me jthan the ashes of incense, He had| wanted to play, and I couldn't play| with him. I don’t know how to play No woman doos until she's taught Por another month we went on lke | pehis, I becoming ever more inclined | to reproaches, to weartsome demands for demonstrations for which Philip | was not ready. He understood It all, | and for his amusement used my jardor, It pleased bim to be courted, tho tt wearted him, too, He was find- |'me an adventure within an adven- ture. It began to tell upon my| nerves, for I slept badly; so my work | became more irksome, and I did it! tess well. Mra. Vernham censured| me, and I was ruds. A general sense of strain entered the house First Mra Vernham was administering dental criticism; then I would’ catch Philip behind a door, selze his cool hand, make him kiss me, and tell him not to be a coward when he ‘Then he went to Birmingham, on business, for a week. Instinct told me this was @ pretext, that he was | wetting tired of me, that my demands oppressed him, that he wanted to cool me. He mucceeded, in a way, for his absence and the sudden deprivation of society and amunements filled me | | with depression. I hated life It was like running an endless gauntlet, | | with things hitting you as you went. I faced my aftuation then. 1 had committed myself with a man T didn't love; he had gained power over me with the help of nature; admetime| re would resign that power. It was! intolerable t might, for t “Me? Weil, I wasn't going to tell you my name, but I see you have spled my velvet jerkin. As long as I wear this velvet jerkin under my coat, I have some hope of getting | to be king again. I am King Even- Steven, whom Jack Straw put out.” jsame. oI wi | wanted nobody. tractor’s, He I remembered De run away, too. away y nice at b He had run away tor Upnor. He'd Pid men always rua women? Were we too much for them? Or was it someth in me? had go! from CHAPTER VU Orange Sticks I “You are a caution,” said the brown-eyed girl Perhaps | was, At least, I sup pose It was in the nature of caution to find relief in the loss of things It held dear, I was vury miserable after Philip left. 1 missed my pleasures, dining with bim, having this pleas- @nt man to talk to, golng to the the ater, going to sleep with the feeling that something would happen next day, Of those who read this, all will not understand me, They don't know what It is to look forward only to « day of toll without anything im it that excites anticipation, Sometimes 1 wanted him, Just him, his pleasant volee, his flattery; sometimes I tried to evoke him in @ day dream. 1 nearly always cried a litue during the reaction that followed this exer cle, But I # & caution all the & caution because, mingling with my sense of loss wa & sense of freedom, 1 was no longer bound I could do what I liked, en ter freely into a new slavery. 1 but {® was like the day when I was sacked from the hospital—I found delight in the idea of the possible entanglements to come, I did not tell all this to the brown-oyed girl, but I tried to convey to her this sense that nothing lasted, that one wanted nothing to last. She called me a caution because she didn't understand ma, It was her way of summing up. “I don't see what's bothering you,” she sald. “You've got « very inter- esting job, haven't you? I know I'd much rather be typing beautiful books than holding hands that look as if they'd been carrying coal. To say nothing " She stopped. “And I don't know what you mean about nothing lasting. I'm going to bo married; that lasts long enough by all accounts.” “Don't married men ever come here?” I asked, with sudden sagacity, | born, no doubt, of my talk with th Quaker courtesan. “And don’t they srow confidential ?* “Oh, well.” sald the brown-eyed manicurist, whose name was Susie, “there are people who don't get on, of courm.” “But you'll get on, won't yout” “I expect #o. Oh, sure to. Ho's different, you know.” I didn’t inquire further Into the temperament of the young man who was different, like the others. Bestdes, I had my troubles to think of. Mra Vernham's house was tntolerable to me. I was madly bored with her form of literature; I was taking down worse and worse. I tried to explain to Buste, “Well,” she said, “If you don’t Ifke your job, why don’t you get an- other?” “How? 1 said. “How docs one get a job? There sre agencies, 1 suppose. Or one ad- Vertines in the papers.” “And suppose I didn't get a job?” "Oh, you'll cet a fob right enough. Ge down to the city and knock at doors, and ask If they want a typtat.”| She smiled. “With a face like yours they will, even if it isn't for typing.” Suddenly I grew clear. 1 was sick of my work, listening to Mra. Vern | | The | bandanna, formerly the ex } clusive property of the ruler of the | kitchen, Aunt Dinah, broke into so clety at Dea ast summer, It's |u make such blouses as the ed to rat | Not that these are common bar dannas. They are of eilk and fine Unen. If you prefer a blouse of pial stuff you knot your bandanna around your throat—cow puncher fashion. Correctly foided tt al the smartest sort of turba: This migh gown, which looks a» tf it} —— ave been copied from an three nights running, and finally was old master, le of crimson damask, | passed. with a belt and front panel of an 1 | tique gold Ince, Jompled. I was very nervous and very It was worn by Mary Moore, New| Dieased. I was no glad to have got way from Mrs, Vernham’s, to have York society girl, at a fashionable! yiieg ine m sof Palin ie ball recently, waan't brutal about It He wrote me You may judge from It how Miss/a charming letter from Birmingham, pointing out that a demobed >ff. must take the first good chance jn could get, asking Ine not to fo! | |bim (lke Doctor Upnor), and hor I should have gone If Mra Vernham | to see me soon again. Y¥: a beaut Moore feels on the long-ekirt ques tion. had not become more acid since the/ ful letter. As 1 have sald before, departure of Philip. | men who don't love you always write So suddenly, a week later, I said to! beautiful. letters the brown-eyed girl I had no time to think of him, for “1 say, were you seriou going in for mantouring 7" “Why not? And now's your chance. I'm going in four days, and we haven't got a new girl, so far as about my | {t was rather spattering, this new oc cupation. It Was not a recognized occupation, ike millinery or nursing; had a touch of the disreputable. Th hand-holding, even for surgical p 1 know. k'd have you all right” | poses, was necesnarily a little sen I knew Porky, He was the Dro- | mental I began lke that, and I Prietor of the barber's shop below,| never grew as blunted as did Polly and took no st in the conduct} and Miss Merton, who had been in jof the shop upstaira, He was elder-|the business for years and treated ly, very fat; once a day he came up,|hands as dispassionately as they threw @dotached glance at the cur- tained and went down again. ‘Hut he wouldn't take a raw hand” "You, he would, if 1 told him the tale. Besides, it won't be a tale when I've taught you.” And so It waa, Porky merely re- marked that anybody Husle vouched |for would be all right, Susie was| hair, her capacity for easy plendid, I fetched her that evening | ment. at 7 o'clock would have feet. There were two girls besides my- lf, one known as Polly, the other as Miss Merton. been called anything else; one couldn’t have said “Miss” to her. She recesses, blue eyes, her tumbled, light-brown her home; she had brought her im-| tain. plements with her, and was so gener- | test, “Oh, go home!” Pause, squeal ous that she submitted to my un-| scuffie. “Oh, Charlie, do give over neck. merri.| pence only. 1928. a rHE SEATTLE STAR PAGE i SECOND AVENUE AND UNIVERSITY STREET The Special Price Basement Tuesday—A Notable Sale of 300 Percale Aprons New Spring Styles 6 u J) \ > Small, medium and large sizes. Rose, maize, orchid, green, Copen, brown, black and white. Notions At Bargain Prices DOUBLE FOLD BIAS TRIMMING in all plain cok ors and black and white, 6 yards to the piece....10€¢ DOUBLE FOLD BIAS TRIMMING in all colorg,s piped in contrasting colors, | 8 yards to the bolt...10¢ SNAP FASTENERS in black and white, all sizes, 8 cards .....0+++0++- BOG. BELTING, in black and white, per yard.......5¢ JACKET SHIELDS in & models, as illustrated, black, white and navy, coy= ered with Skinner's satin, Miaviese A Remarkable Sale of COATS $15 Garments suitable for year ‘round service in this Earlier in the season most of these Coats would have been twice this price. them by special purchase—therefore this sensation- climate, ally low price. Take advantage of our Mail and Telephone Service. Main 7100. ear the beautiful detachment of the | was much @ Polly, with her rather | lobe, and I twitched away. round, rosy face, her bright Mttle|me by surprise on the back of my I got up, rather angry; six- When the fourth man Polly enjoyed herself in tho|tried to kiss me I was getting used Woe had dinner at the| manicure shop; all day, at intervals, | to it; be was another of the buggers. Bustace Miles restaurant, and I took | squeals of laughter pierced her cur-| The fifth was like the third; he was | Sometimes one heard her pro-| progressive, The seventh was very old, and per- secuted me for half an hour to find’ The sixth man I forget. admiring my He kissed | "Oh?" eried the Twins delighted-| ham all day, and having to behave ly. “Then we are gojng to help you. | ## !f she were wonderful. i The Fairy Queen sent us to Mix-| “I don't know what you mean, Up Land to put Jack Btraw out and | ‘4 Susie, iyo i pl put you In. We are Nancy and | ipo weg hein Pees de dt at Nick, at your service.” | “what can Ido” “Thank you," answered King| “I don't know. Even-Steven, “but I fear you ar | cure?” going to have hard work of it. If| “I don’t know how to do It.” Jack Straw finds tt out, he may turn| “No more did I once upon a time. his ring and you'll find yourselves | It's nothing. I'll teach you.” 1 pro- “most any place at all—inside a/tested. “Oh, it pays, One way and whale’s stomach, or on top of a| another, you make anything up to like | three pounds @ week, and you can that.” |have a bit of fun tf you like. Men “But we have our magic Green| ‘ll take you to dinner and to theaters Shoes!” declared Nancy proudly. |!f you aren't standoffish. It's rather “Jack Straw may wish us Into trou-| fun, really, and I'd like to stay on, ble, but wo can wish ourselves out | but my boy won't let me.” ageie.” | The suggestion hung tn my mind "Goodr’ declared King Even. | for some time, and I amused myself skilled practice on her rather charm- ing hands It was not very difficult. |I wrote down the theoretical course, [the muccession of |learned them by heart; joa bim if he wants them long or short, ro or pointed. Never cut jare to, because {f you do he won't |come again so soon. Soak. Tell him to move the sonp about in the water; mon must play with something. Clear the half moon with a cuticle knife and trim with tha cuticle scissors. But never cut the citticle.” “Sometimes they're stained under the nail,” sald Susie, “That's a nutsance. Some say you should use the cuticle knife, but I'm all for an orange stick wound with cotton wool | Soak tt in cleanser, Finish up with Jemery board under the nail.” I manicured Susie every night, Steven. “But look out for a man| With day dreams. But I don't think with a peg leg. Jack Straw has| one.” (To Be Continued) ple velvet. ar, D after a moment of quiet, “didghe just stay on and on over there with the Indians? Didn't she ever come back to her home?” “"Lea, dear, Oh, yes. But first I must tell you one other thing about this first doctor’a wife in Seattle: “In September of 1853, Dr. Maynard took her on a long canoo trip up the Duwamish river, from there thru the Black river to show her the wonderful, wonder- ful lake he had seen. “Bo it came about that Cather- ine Maynard was the first white woman to see Lake Washington—~ the first one ever to drift across fits beautiful waters in a canoe, “Now, wet's see-—~where were we? Oh, yes! They camo back to Beattle; you wouldn't be inter- ested in much that happened thru the next yearr—how they traded thelr town land for a farm ut Alki; lost lots of money, made lota of friends, and some enemies, and moved into town again. Then the doctor died, Mrs, Maynard moved east of the mountains and stayed 20 yearn. “Their home in Seattle was on First ave, 4. between Main and Jackson, That's where she open: ed her big living room for a pub lle reading room, after her hus + RET nes | tected on the Bho (Copyright, 1923, by Seattle Star) Seattle » i BY RUTH AG: across the wheel, looking into the dim, shadowed place. “We'll see,” Latham was getting out of the car. Kate was beside him as he took Page 916 hold of the door. BACK TO SEATTLE “Don't!? Her hand on his arm “Grandmother,” Peggy said, band’s death in 1873, That's || "A¥ed his movement. “I'm almost afraid to go in! I feel as if some ter- rible thing had happened.” Latham hesitated. He glanced at Kate's face, white, frightened. “It isn't anything,” he said, brusque- ly, “Just some foolish Chink notion,” The bell tinkled crazily as the door swung back into an atmosphere heavy with incense, Kate tnstine- tively drew away. She felt suddenly as if she were rudely invading some sacred place, “How can you? Don’t you feel it— don’t you feel’ that the air 1s tenso with excitement—something has hap pened?" Kate's words came quickly. Latham rushed heedlessly into the incense-heavy place, In the center of the shadowy room he loomed giant- esque among the moving pigmy fig- ures, One hand shot out, He caught at a Chinese shuffling rapidly past. “Say — what's going on here? Where's Sing Loy?” he queried, The agile little figure slipped out of his grasp, and with an unintelligible whining sound, melted into the dark- ness beyond the outer door “What d'you think of that?" Kate had entered, and was near enough to Latham, when he spoke, to discover that he was flushed. His voice sounded a trifle ill-tempered, “Do you know the place well enough to lead the way to the bac} he asked “L know the way, but I'm not mure T have tho right.” Kate looked ut the bundles of laundry, left unpro: where the Y. M. C. A. started, Remember? Dr. Atwood told you about it. “When she was 80 years old sho used to ride horseback all the way from Ellensburg to Seattle. “All of us who are old enough can remember her as she came riding gaily up to the Kellogn’ big home on Fourth and Madison, or to the Meydenbauers’ on Third and Columbia. She looked not a bit like an old, old lady. “She lived to be well past 90, and you would have loved hearing her talk to old friefMs at pioneer meetings. “But not to strangers—shoe had very little patience with strangers; said sho had no time to meet new people. :) “In this little book of Mr. Prosch's, which has called back so many memories to my mind, he tells of a day when a@ very nice woman called upon Mrs, Maynard Just because sho felt interested to a womfn 90 years old, rf, Maynard was quite deaf, and when the lady introduced her- nelf, she sald, ‘I do not feel like talking, and I may as well tell you that every word I° say in answer to your questions will cost you 26 centa— “The lady left.’ THE ONE-MAN WOMAN } CHAP, 62— “What Is it? Kate was leaning INES ABELING TRAGEDY? “SAY, WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?" counter. Something must be rad feally wrong, else no Chinese business man would take #0 great a risk with his wealth, “Listen a minutef? Kate's yoloe was hushed. A pecullar wall, was coming trom the back room, “What js it?" Latham, impressed by the welrdness ‘of the sound, was whispering salvo. “That 18 Sing Loy’ve voice,” Kato breathed. ‘Then, “Do you suppose" The sound died on hor lips, A tor: rible fear posneaxed hor, Sho seemed | Then, |empty the bowl on you!” | Miss Merton waa different, ferociously |ingty sober. She had a Spanish look, by wearing a red flower in her c black bair. y Nothing ever happened Why not mani-/them too short, even tf he says you| behind Miss Merton's curtain. Once ow!" Mostly there was silence, and she repelled familiarity with nplendid efficiency, Tho first day wan rather a racking affair. My first customer, just be- |fore lunch, | middle-aged man, who would have been rather smart if he bad not been wearing a frock coat. Something to do with cinemas, I believe. returned with my bow! full of hot wator, absolutely terrified, and sure that I would cut him to the quick, ho was sitting in the armchair, his square, hairy hands upon his knees, and these knees wide apart to give space to his stomach. His thick mouth was smiling amlably. Any- |how, ho looked good-tempered. | As I sat down, quaking, having drawn my curtain, my customer re- marked: “I say, you're a good look- er,” and, without hesitation, put both arms around me and kissed me, I was too surprised to rest Then I struggled madly, without a word. T hated him. Idug my elbow into |something soft and pushed as hard as I could. I wanted to hurt him, With a gasp he suddenly let me go and nursed his injured side, while I returned to my little stool, where I | eat, trembling, my eyes averted, too | weak to get up, and yet filled with the Intention to run away. Then, to my amazement, he said: “Hum! , . . She didn’t seem to Mike it." He wasn't angry. He was taking {t naturally. I eouldn’t understand it at all, He held out a hatry hand, “Come on, get on with the job. Feebly I took his hand and set to work. After a while he began to talk quite aminbly about the weather, a play he had seen, and had I been long at this job. He gave me no more trouble at all. At the end he tipped me a shilling. That was the first specimen I col- lected for my Denman Street gal- lery. He was not an unusual typo; brutal, but good-tempered, and not really unkind. That type kissed manicurists as a matter of habit, without particularly wanting to, just as many mon kins girls In cabs as they drive them home from the-the- ater, Ho even came again two or three times, and every time the same thing happened. At Inst he took up with Polly, who thought him delight. ful, T had seven customers that day, six of whom tried to Kiss me, When the second one tried I grew quite cloar that T wasn’t going to atiok this much longer, but as T found that 1 could atop him by tolling him 1 didn't like It, after which he became fairly pleasant, I changed my mind, He, too, gave mo a shilling, The others only gave me #ixpence, By the end of the day T had learned that at suddenly rooted to the spot. To Bo Continued “i back of the (Copyright, 1928, by ‘The Star) aN Rit is ecter et |e 4) id Denman Street sixpence wan the usual tip for mantouring, and that for another alxpence ono bad to put \ UAE She! Processes, and| was very pretty, dark-haired, exceed-| polnted, I invented hard. frightfully pleased; his white beard | “File the nails and never cut them; | and, knowing it, accentuated her type | bristled on his “Chuck It, or I'l] out all about my present and past At first I said I hadn't Then, as he looked disap- was love affairs. got any. He pink cheeks. | patted my b | gave me half a crown. “Well,” said Polly, aa she did her twice only I heard a warning|halr at five to seven. “How did you get on?” |" *Oh, all right” I confided a little of my experience to Polly, and she confirmed my first either | was @ round, fat, fair,| Users or progressives, and that jonly once in a way did you meet a| If that} one came regularly, you had to be When 1 Jolly careful of him He was a deep |impression that men were |man who didn’t try it on. one, | (Continued Tomorrow) WOMEN! 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