The Seattle Star Newspaper, May 29, 1923, Page 7

ERE LE LL BALE KE PUESDAY, MAY 29, 19 THE SEA’ PAGE 7 %, Bp ee “How He Found His Fate,” by Mrs. C. N. Williamson ANOTHER COMPLETE SHORT STORY TOMORROW The Star’s Daily Short Sto TOURING COUNTRY f G, Grimeon, special asst Paul Revere White, Taun- ant attorney general ton, Ma youth, alleged to| This is the last photo of|North Dakota, whe has de How about # little store or small) have been brutally treated in| Martin Tabert, the 22-year-\voted several months work : ‘la Florida convict camp. Two| old youth of Munich, N. D. It\ing on the Tabert case. Hii of his finge were rotted! was taken just before he left\will remain in Florida until off, he allege his home to see the country. |\its close. not telling you too much) the creature had a title. Quite | & good one; and he was ri He doled out money to his wife abz y as a stalact somehow 0} the f 5 other thing women would think few sacri was, what would fi envelope made his heart give an She would begin wit Friend” (often she unde f these three words, and which-ever it was alwa seemed more Hing, more inti te, more subtle meaning than the other), and she would go on to explain that if He “Could be bothered” with her on such and such @ da e would find time between dre kers and milliners and mere “friendines”—her name for acquaintances who didn't matter compared to him—for a luncheon, a concert, or a dinner, This was delicious, as far as it! went. But there were several things that worried him. She always want- ed him to take her to some quiet, out: | of-the-way place where no one she knew was likely to see them together. She said—or if she didn’t exactly say, | she hinted and intimated th he | cared for him terribly. Yet she wouldn't be brave about it. She wouldn't, for instance, let him take her to a popular theater when she| ran up to town for a night. She| wouldn't dine with him at a fashion- | able restaurant where the Everybod- | jes went. | She defended herself from his re-| proaches by saying “ ‘Bold’ is the word for what you want me to be, dear, not ‘brave.’ And I'm not the kind of woman who can do bold things. I just can't! Our—friend- ship is too sweet, too beautiful to! It's like lovely music, We| ‘t bring in a false note—a| rays looked forward with| passionate eagerness to their stolen| meetings, and he was happy when| with her—tho not as as he wanted to be. But when they parted, e came always that question: | he playing?” And then like stab, another: “Am ' I the only one?| Or does She come to town oftencr| than she lets me know? Do other| men get those notes with the purple! seals at their clubs—the beasts? And does She call them ‘My dear| Friend’?"—or perhaps something far | better and more lik hat he wanted} from her for himself? | As time went on his doubts became | almost unbearable; because h object was to tear her from fessor person, and after a few soc! and legal worries, get her for his| wife. He felt that he must learn} what was really in her heart for him,| and whether, as her eyes sometimes | said, she was willing, indeed longing, | to fling away title and pearls in or- der to become plain Mra. Never-Mind-Who. ‘There came at last a summer even-| ing made for poets and lovers. She was in town. She had been with futile things and people all th afternoon, but she was to dine with him. “{ shall be tired," she'd written, “and it will be a heavenly rest to be| with you in a quiet little place with | no prying eyes, where we can talk, or not talk, as our mood bids—and just smile at eack other. It will be won- derful. But you must bring me back early to my hotel, so IT can have a good long sleep—and dream of you.” “By God, I'll find out one way or other tonight, whether she does care or whether she thinks Van her useful tame dog!” he vowed. She met him at the “qufet tittle place” where He was waiting for her at the door. She looked even more ethereal, more—somehow—diaphan- ous than usual, in gray chiffon and oh, hang them!—those two ropes of pearls. ’ But She wasn't going to slip thru hig fingers Vike sea-foam this time, by being diaphanous, He squared his Jaw, He gave her iced champagne, Sho toed wowly, her big eyes smiling at him over the rim of the glass, How sweet whe was—how swee At 10 0! she sald, “Dear Man, you must take ino home now, 1 am tired, Be kind.” He made no protest. He had a taxt called, 4 GAIN Red Grown scores in Los Angeles-Gamp Curzy (YOSEMITE) stock car economy run Theannualstock-car economy classic has been run; again it sets new gaso- line-mileage and economy records for what stock-cars can do. Three hundred and sixty miles over valley roads and difficult mountain grades, 25 to 35 miles to the gallon! It took real cars, real motor-fuel to make the records shown above. The winning cars were the Overland, Gardner, Templar, Oakland, Stephens and Duesenberg, in their respective classes. The Oakland was winner of the sweepstakes, averaging 36.92 miles per gallon of gasoline. THE GASOLINE was REDCROWN —for sevenconsecutive years the ONLY gasoline used in this sensational power and mileage test. Every car entered was a stock-model, every record—and in all classes the contest was very close—was made on the very same ‘‘Gasoline of Quality” you get at Standard Oil Service Stations and at dealers wherever you go. What do these records mean in terms of your gasoline mileage? The cars and the motor-fuel being exactly the same as the public uses—it means that by careful driving, you can do as well or almost as well—if you use “Red Crown,” That’s why this run is such an important one. The Los Angeles-Camp Curry Economy Run is probably the most famous event of its kind in the motor world; and if anyone realizes the importance of the fuel factor in the efficient and economical operation of a car—if anyone knows from experience which gasoline to use for maximum power and mileage, it’s the auto- mobile manufacturers and drivers whose stock- Cars are entered to win this strenuous, com- petitive meet.” Under these conditions, “Red Crown” has been chosen unanimously for seven successive runs. Experts and the general public may lean to one type of car or another, but on the question of motor-fuel they agree. “Red Crown—the gasoline of quality”"—leads with the general motoring public as with econ- omy-run officials—because they have found by experience that when the tank is filled with “Red Crown”—and nothing else—the car starts easier, travels faster and farther on a gallon. Moreover, the carburetor needs no adjusting, because “Red Crown” is uniform—always and anywhere. What stock-cars did on the Yosemite run, your car may do, Fill af the Red Crown sign— at Standard Oil Service Stations, garages and other dealers, STANDARD OIL COMPANY (California) 1923 Records Yosemite Economy Run Distance, 360 Miles SWEEPSTAKES WINNER: Car using least gasoline, regardless of class- ification, was the Oakland, driven by Neville, which made the entire run on 9.75 gallons of “Red Crown,” averaging 36.92 miles per gallon. HERE ARE THE OFFICIAL WINNERS IN EACH CLASS: | _ Gals. of DRIVER CLASS | Red Crown | Used | Overland J.Bozzani 1-E Gardner Rogers | 2-E | Templar | Foulke | 3-E | Oakland | Neville | Stephens | Pillow Duesenberg Shafer Its RED CROWN for the experienced motorist ’ eH