The Seattle Star Newspaper, August 19, 1925, Page 10

- PAGE 10 THE STORY SO FAR: GLORIA GORDON, beaut flap marries I RPGORY, a struggling law fea of ma riage nand f . actor, STAD follows him t Then she apurns her tries to get a Job as a chorus girl and fails, Dis couraged. she home t * Me takes her b ut ROL as wite begins ¢ to her thers home, but is Visits her and unhappy. One day sh own house Dick's and puts fresh f and cleans | That night when she ¢ her mother gives her a DI In it ts a cheek the money (NOW GO ON WITH THE STORY) “I was one of them a nT had tt!" for going to Dick’s offic “I suppose it tick! Brit @eath when I came out, eryin Bald to herself between clenched teeth. Then, with her chin up and her head held high, she went into Teal estate office of Forbes, Forgan and Fargo. : She found her knees trembling, and her breath com! fast with ‘Ousness as she fol Finto the presence n. ry- wed an office hoy x of Ulysses ae «He was a man growing eb , ®Rather sparse brown hair streaked With gray, two hard brown eyes with Pockets of wrinkles, under them, a high nose, aid a mouth like the slot im &@ gum-machine . . . that was} ) Ulysses X. Forgan. | | He had a mind like an adding-| Machine. He seldom thought of any-' thing but figures. They were to him, What talk and laughter were to other men. | The one quality he had that made hiim human was his love of beauty. . He loved it in the impersonal way that the Greeks w< And Gloria with her am’ F and tremulous mouth was utiful (that morning. Ulysses X. Forgan| Hooked at her as he might have Tooked at a painting In a museum. | He Nired her. “Worth looking at} even if she can't typewrite,” he satd 'to himself. “And she probably can't ‘The good lookers are all dumbbells.” But as the days went by, he real-| ized that Gloria knew her business. | And she began to study his. She ‘would slip just the paper he hap. pened to be looking for under his| Mose just when he wanted it. “I may have been a failure as a/ wife,” she told herself Satu y When she took her pay envelop from the cashier, “but I've always been a crackerjack business woman! = . . Maybe it's the thing I was cut ont for, after all!’ She had a vision of herself tn the coming years, growing large and sharp-eyed and efficient . . . a suc- cessful business woman with nothing to live for but a job! | It was a gray and dreary outlook. | When she went home that after- moon, she took a leisurely bath and curled up on her bed for a nap. It Was 6 o'clock when she awoke. Her hair was damp with perspira- tion, and it curled around her ears nd forehead. Her cheeks were flushed, and her eyes were starry as @ baby’s when it wakens from its afternoon sleep, | She looked in the glass No, she wasn’t the type of woman to be | wnmarried, to live alone. She was ) too heavtiful for that Down in the kitchen she could hear her mother at work, get. ting supper. Sho dressed herself in a@ gingham housefrock and went down to help with the meal, + 26 | Gloria sliced the cola veal loaf, and | | @artered lemons for the pitcher of iced tea. She made a plateful of tuce sandwiches. lot | “Thank goodness | lonely | | SePLADD Ee W upper di hey might not make th fort movies.” everywhere, had som Glor aid gathering points in the sky 4 lke poll above th A For > up before th house next nda man ju 1 out and eps. heard a Pres: again, with the girl wh ttle Peggy Q My an than 16 ! ha a already! Gloria ex ut then, that's n y I'm only 21, and ma 5 stopped suddenly. She had almost sald “divorced.” With a pang 1 ened to Peggy ¢ ‘ » climed it t e away down the Then her regular marketis er come along.” Mr, Gordon advised her. “We'll probably wind up at a movie. We ‘most alway Bu thanks, dar shook her he comfortable to move She watched them go down the street together. What children they were, starting off on thelr innocent spree! . After all, what you did that r esting. It wa you did them, w Her mother were happy be other, it wasn't ade life { I father . they had each vad Jark house, the telephone rr; ¢ Who could it t r But no, tt only Au very likely, or Cousin Li | Hello,” she said languldly, into the recelve A man’s crips voice answered her. | “Miss Gordon?” it asked. | eee (67S this Miss Gordon?” the voice!” y asked again. Gloria knew at once that it must| belong to Ulysses X. Forgan. She } had given her namo to him as “Gioria Gordon” when she started to work in| his office, | “Yes It's Mr. Forgun, isn't} ked. | jounded pleased when he | answered. “It is. Thanks for recognizing me,” he said. “I wonder | if I could sea you for a few m | Perhaps you'd like to go for drive od Almost answered: to go!’ The thought of a drive on this sweltering night was refreshin Just to lean back against the of a car, and feel the wind in } face! It would be heavenly “But I can't go! What was I think ute: without “Of course. a suddenly asked herself. She was halfway up the stairs, by that time, on her way to get dressed for the drive. ad. “No|** she said. “I'm too} . about when I said I would?" |; you m In the lig t res dr ni Mi that that M how But she turned and went back to! no her corner of the porch swing. Here she was, a married wom: going driving with her “boss!” Yy would people think of her if found out that she had done such thing! What would Dick think? . . , He would never forgive her! But then, he was thru with her forever, anyway. . . After all, what difference did {t make to anybody what sho did? Nobody cared.. . . Here she was alone and deserted by everyone in the world! On Saturday n’ too! She stood up, suddenly. “'I just y a “Good evening!” sald Will o’ tha} Wisp politely, holding up his lan. | tern in order to see who the! strangers were who had come to Dixie Land. “Good evening!” said Juggle Jump and the Twins. “Can I do. anything for you?’ went on the little fairyman, row-| ing his boat to the edge of the pond. “Well, to be Honest, that ts pad actly why we came,” said Juggle} Jump. “We are on a hunting trip and woe thought you would| help us.” | ‘Will o’ the Wisp started to pad. | dle away. “I never help hunter: | he remarked sharply. “The wood! folk and meadow folk down here| aro all friends of mine—even Billy Bob Cat, and I never help anyoné who 1s likely to do them harm.” | “Oh, ho!’ Juggle Jump almost | shouted. “Now you are jumping} at conclusions, “Friend Will. Who| wo were hunting for animals | —or birds? Why, one can hunt for almost anything—needles in a haystack, or gold in sea water, or anything at all. Once I even read of @ man who always carried ‘a Jantern because he said he was | hunting for an honest man." “excuse me!’ said Will o' the | Wisp. “I didn’t mean to be so} hasty and I am sorry. 1 shall be! glad to help you, now that I know | you are not enomles, What did| You lose?” “Nothin gald Nick. “But Puff aid, Ho's tho Fairy Queen's cook and he sneezed off all his but fens, shaking pepper. They flew } Olive Roberts Barton N, 19—THE BIRCH BARK NOTES fectea rene pd | all over the world, and now his| white coat won't stay shut.’ “I'll help you gladly,” the Wisp. “Only I cannot seo in| the daytime. My duty js around at night an body is safe. I’m sort of a night watchman, you might say," Suddenly } cy had an idea. “T} kno can do,” she said “We. can leave a note at each per- son’s house and in the morning | when they all wake up, they witl| | read the notes—and then if they seo | any of Puff's buttons on their travels, they can send us word." “A very good Idea," said Jugzle Jump. “A very good {dea, indeed," agreed Will of the Wisp. “And| now for the notes, I have some| bits of white birch bark that 1| have been saving, and you can crush some poke-berries in a hol- low stone, for ink. Here is a nico Uttle pointed stick that will do for| a pen.” At lust the notes were written, Then Will o' the Wisp took his lantern and led tho way into the woods, “The first place we'd better go to §s Colonel Possum's house the button ball tree," he suid. | “Colonel’’ Possum is a sound leap. | er and 6 to be wakened, we'll just sip a note under front door." The note sald: "If you nee » round, shiny, white thing, © telephone Mr. Will o' the! Wisp, Dixie Land, Reward.’ (To Be Continued) (Copyright, 1925, N, U. A, Service, Inc)‘ under his MOM’N POP me with m from him. So jt seemed to me to let people know that his w out earning her own living . long as I really don't have to Do you see?" Using a1 f. mM ditt THE SEATTLE A up!” he said sharply. Ns He didn't wer. hero wan a ‘ ’ th afraid t be able to work f ft people wa you, after th Good ‘ A halt ? t her hand i i K hin dismiaxal without « word just p h h 1 1 went away. G tohed t P t t 1! acy tr eee , ch rg 1 4 peg ipa WILL whom you The Star c UDD CENT M STAR y Beatrice Burton © 1925 NEA sERVice ING ISALESMAN $A) j she and Dick had had tn rest nt How-he had resented the. admiring There waa unde able comfort In the thought of Miss Briggs’ plainne But Dick was not haying dinner TUTHAD AND HARKER TER | with Susan Briggs that night RERT SLOT! GUZZ- ITS He y not having dinner with KONRAD KAMERTER Wo ue 1TOo WORK FoR U5-T ars // ¥Y moment when Gloria GONLs INTO PARTNER x - sand, IM OLD MAN TYTWAD h as tearing j 7 ylanen in the| febeell Yes-oe B\\ ty i at for tia | Mrsiap ' . He came back to town against the |Mangerea| sito t ind, It set the blood racing in hi Lar 3 “i alta ahd tarhad: bi fate ik +e corerrr oti good to be challenegd by the wind . are THT Wan s HAKEETER CE he got ba WEDN Kovr|| DONT Go ay ELSEWHERE —zi| ANDO GET |_CHEATED ESDAY, AUC ° Aang) (2 . Swrmst le suas ar mea senvict, mc} u = on mune|BOOTS AND HER BY MARTIN 3 LPP IAEALE gS LT ising from his life : 78 L WAS WS THINKIN - CAMP ust what it wa | IS NEARLY LEAVING BELLS ISLE 1S Bos TWENTY | AS GOOD A WRECK AS OURS- ONLY SOON'S | | | MAES FROM HERE NA’ BEIN's) 1 a | DIFFERENCE 19, THAT ONE AT LEAST FIX This | | WERE GotH Goin THERE er art Saeed (TS GOIN” PONCTURE - || WE OUGHTTA RAVE & HAS AN ENGINE ity (T T CAMPBELLS ISLE Too - GRE LEMME THINK - WHY ? : stay 2 Be DIS HEAH CAR eta =") OHH WAIT JUSTA | bon out t READY ? i. | MINUTE ~(m, ER - one ie 7] I LOOKIN’ AT My : anki —, ENGINE - |[ ; MEMBER NOW- = P I BETCHA A, his own houne < B SODA \ WON'T BE re Gloria had \ IORE'N TWENTY te his cold, tr \ ‘ EET BHIND YOu nboard, (To Be Continued) IMPORTANT na ER FOLKS ( DOCTORS ORDERS, FANNY = | I'VE BEEN TAKING Too Yo (0.1928 BY WEA SERVICE, Inc. J MANY \ COLDS IN THE HEAD LaTeLy- . us c THE NEWS SPREAD LIKE WILD FIRE AMONG MUDD CENTER'S GOSSIPS WHEN BANKER ZEB PERKINS CAME BACK FROM THE CITY WITH A NEW SHOCK OF HAIR~~ ZEB'S EXPLANATION OF HIS CHANGED APPEARANCE Hasn’T FooL- ED THE WISE ONES HOWEVER, WHO ARE CONVINCED THE PRETTY BOARDER AT GRAND- MA HOPKINS’ INSPIRED THE CHANGE ~~ SAY MOM WHERE'S MY SUITCASE? I WANT TO START PACKING MY THINGS FOR OUR VACATION MRS TYTE BORROWED IT~ 1 CAN SEE THAT WE'RE GOING To HAVE SOME PLEA’ TAKI THEY'RE SO STINGY THEY TAKE OFF THEIR GLASSES. Horr = SOMEBODY HOLLER oD Re 0S Go WHEE! | Bott Bowron? J ; POFFECTLY as SOUNDED UKE 4 {SOMEBODY Gor) LITTLE RACE / 3 oad LOOKiT || THANK HEAVEN - | WELL REACH THE came TONIGHT-(¢ AND L CAN'T FINO MY GOGGLES, DUSTER AND DRIVING GLOVES EITHER = WHAT ANT TRIP BY THEM WITH OS = LOOKING AT ANYTHING WHY CHICK LOANED “THEM ‘To MR. TYTE ~ FROM THE LOOKS OF THINGS WE'LL DO WELL IF WE START OUT THE CLOTHES WE HAVE ON OUR BACKS. DOGGONIT~ DON'T THOSE PEOPLE OWN ANYTHING ? Now L S'POSE IT'S UP TO ME To BUY ANEW DRIVING OUTFIT AND SUITCASE WITH Sate a < mH WHAT'S | GET BACK-}\ Isa'y MERE His ie GIVE KIM A DocToR ONES AIR Se IN THE TLL CALL FAULT- YOU AGREED TO TAKE THEM WITH US SO YOU) HAVE No ONE TO BLAME BUT YOURSELF So THAT'S SOMETHING? AN AMBULANCE WELLWHAT HE SPENDS ON GAS HELL SAVE SOME OTHER WaAY- TUL BET HE'LLTRIM HIS FINGER NAILS SO CLOSE THAT HE WON'T, BE ABLE TO PICK UP HIS MEAL CHECKS WHEN WE GET TOA HOTEL- YOU CANT GET SOME- THING FOR NOTHING FROM HiM- NOT EVEN ‘THE MUMPS} oo! '