The Seattle Star Newspaper, April 12, 1923, Page 11

THURSDAY, APRIL 12, 1 THE SEATTLE STAR PAG? 114 ——— __ START READING THE STAR’S THRILLING, NEW WESTERN NOVEL TODAY | HIS RE SAGE ¢ SS Cymtlaia Grey: [cone into My Office Acktin Meets Bodine ttlod t whe arked talked RING = NG Lonely Little Boy in Big House, Surrounded by Law ury and Arislocratie Atmosphere, Is Not Even Permitted to Have Pog, Let Alone Play With Neighbor Children—W hat Will Result Be? é BY CYNTHIA GREY. in anemic-looking, fretful small boy lives in an elegant home in an exclusive section of the city. a thi Are You Proud of Your Floors When You Invite People to Enter? BARRY SINCLAIR DRAGO VOOEPH HOEK OPW RIGHT M29 BY NEA SERVICE, INC ane s of | n quite ter go. A had tak of CHAPTER I | Bo Bodine Buys a Ranch The sco! & rays of the noonday}a ra : ae “ ‘e “arate a beg bee ‘When Bi own and bis | His mother is ri-t. There servants galore in the Across two a di A with | ebel creek household moved, Savo for them all wl kinner| and ther instead af teanting Hedine, | The child has a nurse and a tutor. vases are ce gaye eb : Rancho Buena Vista} ood is doled out in exact quantities at exact period were bricky dry; " sort of kin’ round f > seo the Senor Arrascad: Jone} Of the day with exactly the approved number of vitamine n . Basque! and calories. the two hummed a so the most powerful of t them green trees beck gente [haonhe ais: ROG aa 6, he must wait. led Abruptly they began climbing at the right price, I might be Inter The Re reitice bret anon. thee: y pach His mother lies awake nights worrying over whether h iso valley spread out in a giga a s the old Wet phyrs\is being properly looked after, and cannot understand hi horseshoe, A range. the Santa| wat re at tna| Under-nourished condition when he has eve rything mone grcewitne witcee Soming satbio, mozo,| can buy, But sometimes she doesn’t set eyes on him fo Rebel creek came tumbling out of the on the run. Jose! three days at a stretch. hilis at the apex of the horseshoe hment Son is not permitted to have any pets. Tired and thirsty as he was tho catch a disease from such, or be .| 8eratched by the four-footed creatures id) He is not allowed to play with ve today,| Neighborhood because—well tall man stopped for a brief second to and the | 4@minated in one way or another. The inecid not “OOD taste and good selection have as much to do with a good-looking office as lavish expend- iture, d un Wash Ta et t had passe quite yok | en share is are the waste tiny speck wate om i womed men were ” Ga The thing that makes many an office hopeless from a decorative standpoint is the floor. “Ww from the old , the aliey An unsightly floor of concrete or soft wood is a discouraging setting for good handsome fur- nishings. Acklin after the Head where ¢ nolse and| % Or rugs of sale f tor nt ran him to the ned etern: playing. and riano, his man clapped wrinkled, or house-boy, ¢ went him for refre “By the wa sere Luckily a floor of Armstsong’s Linoleum can be laid over wood or concrete. And this laying can be done in such a manner that not only is the new floor a cheerful note of color, but it presents a smooth, clear expxive, unbroken by gaping cracks or seams. eathe aine ed to be some pi fr 1 into the ater, A cl then, m where Webster sdburst a Hank west Rebel cree He had a It is hurt feared h bitten ¢ and Acklin's big , it may appraise that wonderful valley at in one night to gray “Ain't that a t country Hank four Shorty?” he murmured to the short © Webste mine bandy-leggod man, hard of f the siow of speech, who rode beside hir a raed Fo BRAG The lobby of the office of Wm. Volker 8 Co., Seattle, mes Washington, in which the floor is Armstrong's Inset » Marble Tile Linoleum, with a threeinch border of Armitrong’s Gran Jarpé Linoleum and a twelve inch border of Armsrong’s Gray Jaspé Linoleum swe children might other he in because be ¢ some Jown att Shorty’s answer was a grt glanced with @ trace of annoyance at the suave, whimsical Buck. ‘The grass was good in the buttes They camped there. For two nights they had watched the twinkling Nghts which marked the littl to of Paradise. The lure was insistent and on the third evening they rode Into the town and to Benavides’ bar Buck and Shorty edged to the bar and waited. One-eyed Manuel, the Mexican bartender, was busy else- where. The delay irked Bodine Catching the butt of his glowing cig aret between thumb and forefinger, he shot it straight as a bullet into Manuel's face. Manuel's hand trembled as he set out the glasses for the two strangers He smiled evilly. happened to Hank?” Buck vo up the ship down in Golconda, ac k came down fr and camped at the deserted the his Po On the morning of alled Shorty is into Win mucca and © county a fi « on his ing to buy him nda to see Web have @ cords If old Webster water rig I'm out If I go to Gok ater, I may be gone a week walt m week. If I don't come back by them, you find Gloomy and go over into the Malheur lake country.” Five days later Bod urned, Behind him lumbered ighter, look at OF THE TWINS &Olive Roberts Barton NO. 1—BING-BANG LAND The Fairy Queen was reading a letter Nancy and Nick the Fairy Queen's Sugar-Plum Land. “Is that all?” they asked. there anything more we can do?” pa'ace “In |soldiers have plenty of things rent straight to tols, popeuns, toy-cannon, fire-crack from|ers and torpedoes ready for the Fourth of July, so you see the to Do you and Nancy fight with. The Fairy Queen was reading ajthink you could do anything?” letter when they came in, and now she touched it with her hand. “Here {s more bad news, dears,” she said. “It seems that as soon as you get one sf my nine| “No, hundred and ninety-nine kingdoms | fighters. {nto order, another one has to cut | nurse. (ap capers, I'm ever so upset.” “Which one is it now?” Nick. “And what has happened?” “It's Bing-Bang Land.” answered | fairies. “There's war In| Master the wood-|ive tape, rs, and | putty. if it doesn't stop, I'm afraid they’ll|cap and apro there | and scissors. the Fairy Queen. Bing-Bang Land between en soldiers and the tin sol Kin each otter all off and won't be any left for Christmas.” “Oh, Jiminy?’ cried Nick, “that would be dreadful.” “Yea, wouldn't {tf queen. “Bing-Bang Land nodded the is the place all the toy soldiers stay until| Fairy Queen. there | dears.” Christmas time because wouldn’t be room for where else. them any: “We bravely, can try." declared. Wick “T've got a soldier sult my |myself and I can get it.” “No, no, no! objected the queen. indeed. We have enough We need doctors and « Nick, you can be @ surgeon Jand Nancy, you may te m Red- | Besides there are pis |(Copyright, 1923, asked |Cross nurse.” Then she turned to one of her “Silver Wing, go und bring Nick @ satchel with adhes glue, string, paint and And bring Miss Nancy A Ino some bandages Away went Silver Wing and soon returned with the things which she handed to the Twins, "Your Magic Shoes wil! take you straight to the place,” «aid the “Now, goodby my (To Be Continued) NEA Service, Inc.) rr Seattle 3 oriole Far, far away, across the seas in the land of Sweden, there lived a family by the name of Cedergreen. This was in the year 1846, and the mother of this Cedergreen family lay in her bed with a tiny baby in her arms, and she ran gentle hands over the little head and touched the wee fingers and| thought long thoughts about her baby, and wondered how far the soft little feet of carry him when he grew up, anil if she would be able to keep them going straight. “We'll call him John.” she told his father, “37 Alfred.” But in all her dreaming ant wondering, probably she never once imagined that John Alfred Cedergreen would be @ name on & mail-box, way off on the otner side of the world, nm a paved road which led out of Snohomish and past the broad acres which belonged to that same John Al fred and his children. Last year when David and Pegey went to the Ploneor ple nie they rode out with Mr, and Mrs. Cedergreen and Mr. Coder. green told them gore day they might come out and hear the story of how he happened to come to the Puget Mound coun try But the summer and the autumn, nobody .ever had slipped by and somehow a day which Lim would | TO SNOHOMISH could be spared children ont. Then, the very day before Christmas, the Snohomish and iverett papers had big headlines in thern which said that John A Cedergre: prominent n of Snohomish county, had d away, and told about his to take the children wanted to hear. So one day not long ago Grand- mother and the kiddies «lipped away and went to seo Mra, Ceder- green, and together Grandmother and Mrs. Cedergreen, with the help of the Higtory of Washing- ton, pleced ether the story, from memories of what Mr. Ceder- given had told them, We will go back, to the little baby in Swed As the baby grew. up, ho showed very ourly that he wasn't going to be a stay-at-home boy. Countries {ar away Interested him wanted to travel on the big o and go after adventure fo one day, when he was 17 years old, he said good-bye to his ple and aligned up as a sailor on a ship which was walcing many porte, Almost all the sailed, and w each differ to It, he thinking. was quite dias the open Kea. nde his ship wan wrecked off coust Ne never ox. nd hen, world wo the bout tnt, cold, co'd, y. drifted long arnt nd that he saw suffering ible to tell about, and that he got to shore he sold hin ht buy food to tarving «Po Be Continued) cept that AKKREH He's m | You} vaqueros A little tot of 6, ui they talked, had folt his way upon He a beautiful brown, staring eyes made al to friend and foe. to five years, Jono had been both fath.¢ and mother to the little blind Basillo, From the fence at the end of the patio, a magpie scolded tn raucous Basilio knew that particular magpie., sh he slid off the stops down the graveled walk of the patio. When he ha fastness of the vine-covered fence, a black head bobbed up beyond It, and] calling again, dashed up a aide-path | veranda ehiid. Hi @ mute a For close was tones There isn’t a thing the U the mansion, feat, He lacks the direct care o everything that is included i NATURAL. He is losing the e a poor little leaning branch | trunk will never thicken enough to insure almost reached the| stand up under the burden of life. Such a useless pity! Too much 3 sential opportunity to a individuality and to create personality. wealth and too little hoy would rather do than ed by them! “play rough” for an hour in the gardens at the rear But really there is | ground on which it would be possible to accomplish th not a square foot r love of a parent. He lac n that wonderful word. ert his ou He growing u , whose mental and physica his ability t is common sense are a of the garden, with the boy in keen | @tful combination for any one mortal to have acquire purmuit. It was the Senorita Mer- | ame answer to he up the oy hanging on to the dress The old Basque caught up Baxilio and sald good-bye to his gue Diead- ing the need of hic presence el» 1 where knew that extreme | youth and eld age are not hand-mald- ens to love Acklin held up a smal package. He waved it in front of her eyes, as one doa with a toy for a child. Mer- cedes clapped her bands joyfully "You like me so she said. “You know I do. This little pres ent came all the way from the city,” “City” in that country meant San | Francisco From the tinue paper, Mercedes | drew forth @ tiny vanity case. | She tried to release the small com- partment that held the powder puff. Acklin reached out his hand to help her. She felt his fingera prearing her own. In a fash she jerked her tath atepa tr er’s call she ribbons of her muah, y mister?” “You're foxy, huh, "ke the Senor | Bodine? she cried. “Yh, damn Bodine,” Acktin rasped | out. | “Eavestroppers hear no good of themselves,” @ voice answered In unctuous sweetness Morcedes and Acklin turned. Bo-/ ine lounged against a pillar at the} end of the veranda. "I sure didn't know I was intrud- | tng on any party, Senorita. I just came up to say good-bye. I broke that bad gray for Esteban. That caballo’! | be gentle enough for you to ride| now.” Acklin got to his feet. “Well, I guess I'll get my hat and run along,” he sald, in that tired way which was common with him. | “Which way you going?” Bodine | asked. | “Back to the Bull's Head.” “I'll side you as far as ‘the Web- ster, !f you have no objection.” =| Yo harm in that,” Acklin m- | swered. “Come along.” } CHAPTER 1:1 Two Schemers Meet | Buck was the first to break the #l- lence. “These foreigners |damned prosperous around here, |don’t they? From your nest at the Bull's Head, these ranches down hero must look pretty sweet. What a} (Place this valley would be to fatten | \@attle in, And to think that you| [Pould have had It for a song.” | Bodine clucked his tongue at the pity of tt. “Woll?* | Acklin’s patience was running out. “Those Basques have got the water |that belongs to me by rights. You know that, Acklin.” | “Why don’t you go after it, then?” | “I'm going after it. Don't let that | worry you. And if you are half as | wise as I think you are, Acklin, I'll | | wet it. “You and I can get every inch of | water there 19 In this creek. And] we'll make the law help us. I'll get | |the water I need, and you'll get | | enough to irrigate the entire upper | |end of the valley, Now, if you're| | willing to talk turkey, you come to jmy place in the morning. Think it over. No neod telling you what I've got on my mind, if you're not inter- exted. I'm going to leave you here. Adiow, Acklin rode on. When he reached the Bull's Head ho retired to the lit- | tle room that served him as an office, {and smoked many pipefuls as ho| | pondered over the astuteness of Mr. Bodine, In the clean blue and white morn- ing Acklin rode to Webster creek, “All right, Acklin,” Bodine an- | swered in reply to the other's ques- | tion. “I'll put my ecards on the table. | Here they are. I'm going to turn | | that water back into the Webster! | | I've been over the spot whore the creeks used to fork a hundred times. Nature changed that water In one night, I'll do tt quicker than that ‘hore ta nothing bit sand and small « there. Two days after it Is done, no man on earth can prove that old lady Nature didn't twint it for the second time, My boys will be here in a day or #0, they'll do thin Jon, They won't talk, either, I'l tip you off the nigiit T Intend to do tt. You} | bo there, or nend your foreman, Just | }xo I'll know I don't stand + I Bodine bent over and p' | wtiok seem to be one," ked up a With it he drew in the sand at ‘his feot a rough map of the valley, | nea! | thors dead trees is or inherited. There is only one chance will breathe make him existence, enough ind survive the inc veant artificiality of hi. to save this youngster fro Hlentiy, tne 2ver-care, and that's the chance some sensible hired help wlence into his little eoul dail the old forks of these creeks. But here t ax Webster creek he other one, It tured north. For almost half a mile they paral leled each other they met Your tine follows this creek acrons the valley, only t keeps straight on right into those foothills. ’ that Webster creek flowed Property for ‘hat half-mile before | right, ain't itr’ Acklin nodded tn assent “Well, when the night comes 1 want you to have your men ride your Hine, Don't Iet anyone thru Keep ur boys there for a few daya Pass the word that someone's runcin’ an iron on your stuff. That'll be excuse enough. We'll be anfe then.” Acklin had not even reached home before Bodine had started Shorty on hile way to Maihur Lake, to find And tn his hand Kildare held « nger that had been strapped ir his sombrero. : k ‘om up ” he sald {a velvet tonen Well, Il) be damned!” Skip be rt, and instinctive! need that some one was back of him; but he dared not turn around. Before Skip could recover his tongue, a voice droned in sweet and dreadful tones in Kildare’s ear: | “That's good! That's awfully good! It's your turn to elevate, stranger!” | Blaze felt @ gun-barrel boring into hin neck. He obliged with alacrity, With nimbie fingers his guns were taken from him. This detail attended to, the man at | Bis back continued not unpleasantly: Gloomy and his other men, And once | “Take your hands down, and shake. Acklin had reached the Bull's Head,| I'm Cash Morrow, the foreman of | be Immediately sent for Morrow, his foreman. “(ash,” he said, “we've been thick- headed. That fellow Bodine has put hin finger on the thing we should have seen first shot.” He repeated their conversation ta him. “Woll, I'm tempted to risk it. Cash. | Suppone we string along for a while. Let him and his men do the actual work. You just drop around about the time they are there—you know, casual-like—if you ever have to swear to It In the meantime send some of the boys down to the Benolst water-hole. We are having trouble enough with the calves, Don't tell them anything else is in the wind. Give them the word not to let any- one thru. Make Skip the straw-bons down there, I rather fancy him. We can go that far without a hitch, If Bodine turns the water you run a | drift fence along our line across the valley, Straight east and west with Near enough. We've fot the wire and posts, Most of the boys will be back from ¢he north tomorrow. You can get that fence up in « hurry If you have to.” CHAPTER IV Blaze Kildare Arrives Ten days later a stranger crossed the desert from Golconda. He headed | due north for the Benolst water hole, He knew he was entering Valley by forbidden ways. that he take the south road reached him « day back, Tho stranger sent hid horre ahead ata hard gallop. He found that the spring had made a amall pool in the willows, He swung to the ground and loosened the cinches, but almost instantly the animal lifted his drip- ping muzzle and turned an inquiring eye behind him, Tho stranger fol- lowed suit. In the shadow of the trees two men nat, Tho older of the two, a black-vis- aged fellow, spoke: “Howdy, stran- ger.” It was atraw-boss, “Howdy!” Kildare the same flat, tell-nothing tone in which he had been accosted, His keen eyes took in the rifles reposing so conveniently in r laps, tho soiled cards, and ths Interrupted game of monte, ‘The man who had addressed him got to his foot, “What's your name, stranger?” “Kildare; Blaze Kildare.” Paradise had Skip Lavalle, Acklin’s responded in “Yuh: aln’t almin’ to linger around | here, be yuh?" Blaze eyed him thoughtfully as he drawlod his reply: “Why, that all deponds, don’t it?" He turned and started to lilt the saddle off his horse, “No use takin’ that down, mister; nary nit!” For answer, the ground, “Now listen to me, muchacho,” he purred, “I'm going to breathe my horse, and we're going to drink our bellies full of water before we ligt out of here, What's all the big. ex elite, anyways? 1 got a permit to cross this country at's see it," Skip and the other, t Devine, demanded, Now what did 1 do with that per- mit?” He inte It Kildare pulled tt to Ch took his hat off, and peered “Ive alinost due east from hore We “Ob, you He laughed, “Hero it The hint} | the outfit these innocent little lambs | belong to; but I can appreciate art |whon I seo it. Shake!” | The bronzed, lean, sinewy Cash, for all his years, was a fit mate for the big man before him, Kildare | grinned at him as Cash handed back | his guns, A freckled face topped by a shock |of red tal appeared above a green mahogany bush, The red-haired one tized up Blaze. “Say, pardner,” he are you ridin’ for?” “Why,” and altho Kildare an- |wwered the man with the flaming hair, his eyes followed Cash, “I'm riding for the Double A, If the fore- man gete the right dope, We,” nod- ding toward his horse, “been getting our eats from the Lonely O up in Monty. Old Ted reckoned I'd wind up here.” | “Take him on, Cash,” the owner of | the freckles urged, coming out of the mhelter of the bushes Cash cut in “It'll be forty and cakes until the fail round-up {s over, Kildare, Are you on?” | Blaze grinned. “You've sure hired a man, mister.” “Skip will tell you what to do, Cash went on, “You better drift into |the valley tonight, Skip. String out along the old Webster wash. Don't let anyone thru. Here, Kildare, you take my rifle.” Ho mounted his horse and rodo oft. “Here's where the boscos get it,” Melody said gloomily as he made coffee for Blaze, 6kip and Chet were asleep. “All this talk of losin’ stock is bunk. ‘We're just gettin’ ready for another grab. I got eyes, and sonne.” “Land?” Blaze queried. “No. We got all the land in the world. It's water this time.” As Blaze ate, Molody explained himself, and his surmise was more correct than he knew: “Thero wasn't a thing In the wind until this fellow buys in the old Webster place, “The bix boss and he's been gettin* thick, We're goin’ to have trouble. If you're done let's ‘ride up and have a lock at tho valley.” They sat in their aaddies and smoked as the red-haired man talked. “That's a big place there in the bend, just before Rebel croek gets to the river,” Blaze trawled, “That's the Rancho Buena Vista. Walt till you see the girl that lives there—Old Ironside’s daughter. She's the reason they named this place Paradise. Her daddy 1s the king-pin of the Basques, He's got a son, too, Always ridin’ on the bit, that boy Too much fire in him! ‘Then there's a blind kld—Basilio. No mother, either, Pretty tough that, eh? I knew the old lady, Wasn't any Basque, Guess that's how the Senor- {ta gets her spunk, But wait till you wee this Mercedes gil. Man, when I look at her I don't miss mu- gar, Sho's sweet. . . . G'wan, you old fool,” he growled to his horse. “Lot's go back.” i "You go on, Melody. I'm going down to the river and let my horae roll around tn the water, He needs it If Um going to uve him tonight." asked, “who CHAPTER V A Chance Meeting The first cool hint of evening reachod Kildare ax he plekid hiv way. along tho Little Washoe, Tho water gurgled at his feet, He pressed hin knows into his horge's sides and was In choosing such a floor, bear in mind what can be done with bor- dered linoleum. A border of Arm- strong’s Jaspé linoleum or of Armstrong’s plain black, gray, or green linoleum set around a field of marble or inset tile linoleum will give your office floor all the dignity and beauty that you can desire even with the finest appoint- ments. These bordered linoleum floors, while inexpensive, are permanent, quiet, resilient,andcomfortable. Thoy offer designs and colors to blend with any scheme of office decoration. information and their upkeep cost. el , copy of 48- This idea of bordered linoleum office oP) floors is especially effective when ex- Floors.”” tended to suites of offices. To all ap- pearances the floor is built 'to fit each office, Put your rugs on these floors, wax the linoleum occasionally and you will have an office that you will be proud to invite people to enter. Armstrong’s Linoleum is economi- cal because it never needs expensive refinishing. Yourarchitect,contractor or any good lino- : leum merchant can give you on the installation oflinoleum floors low Write for free permanently t1~ Page mentedin place requiresse book, “Business #74 rarimming. Sach 2 foe 1 sarah ond tight Axzaustnonc Conn Company, Linoleum Division, LANCASTER, PENNSYLVANIA Seattle Office—1614 L. C. Smith Building. \ Telephone—Main 3794 mstrong’sLinoleum for Every Floor in the House about to ford the stream when the | his back was a frightened child, mad- animal threw back its ears. It was|ly clutching a fishing-pole tn one an unmistakable align. Bome one was/ hand, while in the other he held a coming! Kildare reached for his|string of small bass. Struggling in gun. An he did ec, he heard a child|the water at the burro’s head was crying. Hoe wheeled his horse and|a girl; the most beautiful girl Blaze sent him along the soft bank 60 yards | had ever pcen, to where the river turned. Neither the girl nor the boy had A burro stood knee-deep in the| seen Blaze. Suddenly the girl jmiddie of tho river. Marooned on! «lipped, as she tugged at the rein, $$$ and sat down unceremoniously in the water, Blaze that, and then, clothes, Jumped in and He then waded out to As he reached up his him, be spoke, “Here we are, Basilio,” he “Don't drop those f1ah now.” (Continued Tomorrow) 13 hour fast than a good ing Olympic Wheat quickly kindles the —— tem. Best ofall, boys an fast tomorrow? PORTLAND FLOUR ILLS CO., Mills at Portland, Oregon and Tacoma, Washington Manufacturecs of Olympic Pancake Flour and Olympic Flour Warr? Active children—wise mothers know there is nothing better to break the ion of steam- earts, properly cooked. It arouses “sleepy” appetices ind fires in the sys girls, and grown- upstoo, never tire ofit. Youand yourfamily will like breakfast better with Olympic ‘Wheat Hearts. Why not haveit for break- Portland, Oregon